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Maomao pulled away from Jinshi, wiping her lips with her sleeve with a gratified grin on her face. A string of saliva, mixed with who knew how many medicines and drugs, connected her and Jinshi’s lips in a glistening thread. Both were heavily breathing, their clothes crinkled like tissue, in varying states of undress. Jinshi looked up at Maomao as she sat on his lap, eyelashes hanging low over his hungry, hopelessly lovesick eyes, pleasantly savoring the tingling rawness he felt on his neck. She looked back down at him, her face backlit by the golden candlelight of Jinshi’s chambers, a fire lit in her eyes that swirled like the medicine she had prepared earlier.
‘How many doses have I had?’ Jinshi asked, a wet gurgle in his throat. He clearly did not care about the type of medicines he had just ingested - he knew Maomao would make sure they would not harm him - much.
Maomao pondered the calculations in her head. Four doses of her Linden flower syrup, plus whatever Jinshi had licked from the bowl (she shuddered with delight when remembering that part), three half-doses of an anti-inflammatory medication (the grey powder), half of her milder painkillers and a bit each of some random herbs she had selected from the medicine stores, just in case something unorthodox was needed.
‘Clearly not enough, if you are still awake’, she replied, a note of reprimand in her voice. She had taken a similar amount of medicine, but her immunity to poisons did translate over - the line was very fine between medicine and poison, after all.
Jinshi gave a soft laugh, playing slightly with a strand of hair that had fallen from her updo, twirling it around like he had done before their entanglement.
‘Surely there’s something else you can give me.’
There was no way he was about to let Maomao leave now - he still had a lot left in him and, in a strange way, knew she didn’t want to leave either. Besides, how far would she take him? He shuddered with delight at the very idea.
‘I’ll need to let the medicines you’ve taken so far settle, first’, Maomao started, her eyes darting around lazily, as if she was imagining their interactions within his body. ‘I need to make sure you don’t have any adverse reactions to anything.’
Jinshi almost rolled his eyes. With the amount of medicine she had… erm… fed him, there was really no going back now. He also thought that it wouldn’t be too horrible if something truly ‘bad’ happened, as Maomao taking care of him when ill would be just as good as what they were doing now.
Maomao caught that glint in his eye. ‘There is something I can give you, Sir. I’m not sure if you’ll like it, though.’ She draped her arms on his shoulders, playing with her fingers behind his head.
Jinshi grinned, excited at whatever she was planning with him. He pulled her thighs, which were still draped around him, closer to him.
‘What would that be then, Miss Apothecary?’
Maomao looked back at him, still playing with her hands.
‘It’s a herb, which, when combined with some of the other medicines you have already taken, activates them, if you will. It transforms the mixture into a powerful aphrodisiac.’
Maomao looked away, apprehensive. She knew he had had bad experiences in the past with people slipping them into his food, drink, incense, even clothing. Either way, she knew ways to sort him out, but this was significantly easier.
Jinshi looked up at her, surprised at her bashfulness. A small corner of his heart did do a somersault, and his hands loosened their grip on her legs just a fraction. While he did dislike them when used without his knowing (part of the reason he only permitted Suiren to prepare his meals), at this moment he felt safe with Maomao, and knew that she would not harm him.
Jinshi moved one of his hands to her chin, guiding it so her face looked directly at him. Her eyes were kind of hopeful, like a kitten or child expecting a treat. This would make her happy, and he was sure he would have a fun time too. Besides, he could feel heat already pooling at the base of his stomach, so her herb would only quicken, and heighten, the sensation.
Yes, that herb sounded like a marvellous idea.
And so he told Maomao, and her face lit up, her mouth curling up into a smirk. She climbed off of him, hands brushing his hair and cheek as she hurried over to her significantly depleted medicine selection. Instead of selecting something from one of the bowls, however, Maomao withdrew a pouch from a small drawer in her medicine box. She unwrapped the string holding the dose, and found a clean bowl for it. Dumping the contents in, she reached over and poured some water from a pitcher in, stirring it quickly with one of her extra spoons.
While she prepared the dose, Jinshi leaned back on the bed, his heart beating more furiously than ever. Observing Maomao in her element gave him almost as much satisfaction as her feeding him her medicines; the concentrated furrow of her eyebrow, the deep intent in her eyes.
When she was finished, Maomao turned around with a curious expression, one mixed with playfulness and an almost evil satisfaction.
‘Open wide’, she stated, and Jinshi obliged.
His head tilted back yet again, eyes wide yet still focused on Maomao’s intense gaze as she poured the contents of the bowl down his throat. Her spindly fingers slightly gripped his neck, keeping it steady as he swallowed the medicine with glee. When the bowl was nearly emptied, Maomao took it back down and began unravelling the knots that kept her over-dress on.
Jinshi was initially startled by her immediate undressing - surely the medicine would not have such rapid of an effect – OH.
He felt it in an instant. While his desire was like a moderate stream beforehand, gathering at the base of his stomach slowly but steadily, it was like a dam had broken and all of his desires, all of his sensations, all of his thoughts had been emptied into his core.
Immediately, Jinshi’s cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassingly rosy red, and his legs squirmed with impatience. His last remaining layer, a loose pair of white silk trousers, did little to hide the growing tent beneath.
Maomao nodded slowly, her hand resting on her chin, index finger on her lips, like she was confirming a thought she had in her mind.
‘Didn’t realise it would take that long…’ she muttered, amused.
As Jinshi sat there, writhing as if in pain, Maomao just stood still, observing his fragile state. His face, previously angelic, was not even more dangerous than before, small huffs leaving his damp, puffy lips and his eyes gleaming wet with restraint.
Chuckling to herself, she removed her over-dress and loosened the knot on her doudou. She removed her hairstick and hair ornaments, leaving her dark green tresses to fall in sheets down her back and shoulders. Then, she picked up the bowl that Jinshi had drunk from, and downed the rest.
‘I’ll need a pick-me-up, too’, she thought. ‘For science.’
By now, Jinshi’s nails had carved deep, crescent discs into his palms, his hair becoming more dishevelled than ever. His breaths had deepened, his chest heaving in the still, warm air. He looked up at her, that wildness in his eyes, and muttered a single word.
‘Please.’
Maomao only looked down at him, and took several slow steps towards him. The fabric of her doudou was rather thin, so her nipples poked out and bounced ever so slightly when she walked. The fabric of her skirt swayed, barely brushing Jinshi’s stuttering legs as she stopped.
His senses tingled at the touch, even through his silk trousers, as if his skin was reaching out desperately to touch any part of her he could.
Maomao leaned down, their faces ever so slightly apart. Jinshi could feel her breath, herbal, when she spoke.
‘You’ll need to tell me exactly how you are feeling while we do this, so I can record the effects of the herb.’
Jinshi nodded desperately, a single teardrop running down his face, his knuckles white.
‘So...’ Maomao looked away for a moment, before flitting her eyes back to Jinshi. Her hand slowly raised up, sliding her fingers over his knuckles and bobbing up and down where they rose and fell. Jinshi’s whole arm felt like it was on fire. She continued trailing her hand over his arm, wiggling her fingers over his forearm gently before sliding up to grip his bicep.
Maomao stopped there, observing his expression. ‘Tell me’, she said, her words almost all breath.
Jinshi’s throat stuttered, like the first few splashes of water exiting a pipe, before he spoke up.
‘I feel so- so lightweight’, he exhaled, his muscles straining not to spring upon her. ‘My heart feels as if it is trying to fly out of my chest.’
Maomao’s eyes widened with curiosity, sliding her other hand up his chiseled chest before resting back over his heartbeat. ‘I can feel that. Continue.’
Jinshi swallowed deeply. ‘I feel- I feel so h-hot, and, it’s like i’m tingling-ah-’
Maomao’s hand that had been resting on his heart, flew up to his forehead, the back of her fingers assessing his temperature. It was true, she could feel the significant amount of heat that was emanating off of him.
‘And what else?’ She questioned, tilting her head, half of her face being illuminated by the candlelight, the other half doused in cool shadow. The hand on his forehead slowly began to descend down his face, as if she was drawing a line down his middle. It seemed to be suggesting something, coaxing a response out of him.
‘I feel…’, Jinshi whined, before exhaling heavily and his eyes fluttering shut, as her hand slid over his nose and lips, flipping them out temporarily before getting to his chin.
Maomao’s eyes bored into him, drinking up the mess the aphrodisiac had reduced him to.
‘So… sensitive’.. He continued, breathing deeply after every word, as if he was about to pass out from asphyxiation.
Maomao continued drawing her line, her finger sliding down between his pecs and abs, before reaching a snail’s pace just below.
‘Down there..’, Jinshi managed to splutter, a twinge of a moan stumbling out at the end of his last word.
Maomao’s mouth opened, her voice smooth as velvet.
‘And how would you like me to treat you, Master Jinshi?’
Those last two words caused an involuntary yelp to escape from Jinshi’s mouth, fluttering whines echoing after. He forced his eyes to look up at hers, eyelashes almost soaked with his tears.
‘Just.. please..Maomao…’, he whispered, sounding almost defeated.
Maomao’s finger reached the top of his trousers, hooking around it and pulling it down. Jinshi’s eyes lit up with the beginnings of relief, his pelvis squirming to help Maomao free his legs.
Maomao added another finger, pulling down the fabric even more. She could see his pubic hair grow in density as she continued. Eventually, she pulled down hard and Jinshi immediately shuffled to help her.
Jinshi was now completely naked and shivering with anticipation on the bed. Maomao dropped his trousers on a crumpled heap on the floor, drinking in this sight even more.
‘My my.. My medicine really did a number on you’, she remarked, voice dripping with honey. ‘I practically don’t need to do anything!’ Her eyes flitted down to his cock, which was already leaking.
Jinshi whined in response, his body reaching up towards her in small jumps that reminded Maomao of a dog being held back by a leash.
Maomao could also feel the aphrodisiac’s effect now, although likely to a lesser extent than Jinshi was currently experiencing. Sighing, she fully undid the knot on her doudou, letting it join Jinshi’s robes on the floor, and stepped out of her skirt.
Her hand, which had not left his bicep, slid up to Jinshi’s shoulder, and pushed him down back onto the bed. He cried out, attempting to stifle himself, to no avail.
Maomao then began to climb on top of him, reaching beside her to a nearly empty bowl of medicine. This one was less viscous than most, and she poured it over her chest, her neck stretching upwards as it dripped down onto her smaller boobs.
Jinshi’s eyes widened even more, sending another drop or two down his cheeks.
‘What are you waiting for then, Master Jinshi?’, Maomao said, breathing out the last two words in the most seductive tone her sisters could teach her.
Jinshi flew up, frenzied, and began licking and sucking Maomao’s breasts to lick up as much medicine as he could. His tongue lingered on her nipples, flicking them around with gusto, before he slurped the soft tissue around it. It was so smooth, unblemished by sunlight or her experiments. He could not stop himself, he was a rabid dog let loose, a river breaking through a dam, a bonfire erupting in flame.
He soon moved onto the other breast, as his other hand moved to squeeze the other. Maomao was moaning gently by this point, her hands feeling his shoulders and snaking her way into his hair.
Jinshi then bit softly down onto Maomao’s nipple, coaxing a shocked yet satisfied moan from her, and her fingers scrunched tightly into his hair. Jinshi could not get enough of her taste, her essence. The medicine was gone in a heartbeat. Maomao let him continue for a while though - his mouth tasted her with intensity and flicks of pain, yet she, too, was aflame.
Soon, she grabbed some hair at the back of his head and gently pulled him off her, a groan of disappointment stumbling from his damp mouth.
‘I have other areas that you need to taste’, she answered to his questioning eyes, which flared up with desire at the response. She shuffled back from him, spreading her legs wide, and sunk down onto her back. Jinshi, panting, followed her demand, thinking back to the page in Maomao’s instructional textbooks.
Maomao then reached over to another half-empty bowl that lay beside them, and took another scoop of medicine in her fingers. Then, she plunged them into her pussy, lathering the medicine all over her folds, electric tingles shooting up from her core. Her vision began to blur as soft moans escaped from her mouth, fluttering into Jinshi’s ears like music. Tension built inside her as Jinshi watched on, ready to jump in at any moment, eyes raking unabashedly over her quivering, open body. Just as Maomao was about to reach her peak, her fingers stilled and she looked over at Jinshi with imploring, meaningful eyes.
Jinshi did not have to be told twice. As soon as her gaze reached him, his face flew between her legs, licking up the mixture of medicine and her natural juices between her folds. His tongue made circles around her clitoris, causing Maomao’s pelvis to buck uncontrollably, before reaching into her hole to lap up anything he could. His hands squeezed tightly on her plush thighs, thinking that they could be a little fuller, as his face burrowed even deeper into her pussy.
Maomao’s breaths and moans quickened and became more erratic and shrill, her hands pulling and pushing at his hair like it was dough, causing him to lick with even more gusto, knowing he would soon taste something better than medicine. He pushed further and further, responding to Maomao’s noises, before her pelvis stilled its bucking, before shaking uncontrollably in her climax. Her hands squeezed his hair tighter than ever, causing jolts of pleasure to trickle from his skull. He continued to lick and suck through her orgasm, licking any residue he could, before she shoved him off gently and ran a hand through her hair.
He grinned and sighed as he rose, although he still did not feel satisfied. Her glassy expression which gazed off somewhere far away, her vision clearing, only served to boil his desire further. The satisfaction he felt from knowing that he had caused Maomao such pleasure, combined with the delicious taste on his tongue, made Jinshi only desire and love his little cat more.
Maomao’s gaze returned to him, her elbows propping her up. Her eyes flitted to his, which were less desperate and more hungry, more dark and wild, and then down to his huge, borderline-pulsating, member. A smooth grin curved up from Maomao’s lips. She was hungry, too. And she was not finished.
They sat there, their eyes engaged in some kind of battle, before Jinshi slowly reached down and picked up the last bowl with any kind of medicine remaining. This one had a sort of cream in it.
Good choice, Maomao thought.
He dripped the last of the liquid onto his hand, before rubbing it with the other. He then moved his hands downwards, towards his cock, and grasped it, finger by finger, at the base.
Maomao, slightly put off, continued staring at him as he began to stroke his cock. His movements were amateur, to say the least, which endeared Jinshi more to her. His breath began to pick up, hitching every few seconds, until Jinshi’s eyes fluttered closed again, his mouth slowly becoming ajar.
However, Maomao had wanted to give Jinshi a.. taste of his own medicine. She laughed internally at the thought.
She rose up on her knees, crawling gently towards Jinshi, before her hand reached up and pressed upon his, peeling it off his cock and putting it back to his side. Jinshi looked down at her, a lovesick moan escaping his lips, as Maomao took his member in her hands.
‘Did you think I would let you waste good medicine?’ Maomao quipped, annoyance swirled into her tone.
Jinshi looked a bit embarrassed. ‘I- I thought since you already… that you wouldn’t..’
Maomao rolled her eyes and she began to move her hand up and down his shaft.
‘I’m not that selfish.’
Growing up in a brothel, Maomao knew that most of her sisters and courtesans in general prioritised the pleasure of the customer - it was their jobs, after all - yet many clients did not give the same consideration to the woman. While many thought they did, as most courtesans usually faked reaching their climax, it was not usual, at least among the lower ranks of the house.
Maomao supposed she was her mother’s daughter, after all.
She began to stroke his cock faster, slowing down at times, coaxing soft moans from Jinshi at the lack of stimulation. Then, when she could feel his breaths increase in frequency, she paused, taking her hand off.
Maomao loved the noise Jinshi made as she took his length into her mouth. Sucking slowly at first, before hollowing out her cheeks to make way for his sizable girth, Maomao’s head bobbed as she tasted the creamy medicine Jinshi had lathered onto his cock. She slowly took in more and more of his length, it reaching the back of her throat soon enough, but her lack of a gag reflex made taking it rather easy. Making small licks on the shaft to sample more of the medicine, she picked up the speed of her bobs until she could feel Jinshi’s hips start to shake and buckle, as hers had done when reaching the climax.
Jinshi could only feel pure bliss as Maomao’s mouth closed around him. The pool of fire that was in the centre of his chest was bubbling dangerously now, like a pot of hot oil. His vision began to drain, vivid colours falling through his eyes as the only sensation he could feel was Maomao.
‘Maomao…’ he exhaled, his voice unstable.
Maomao made a small noise of acknowledgement alongside the wet sounds she was making, sending him hurtling further towards the edge. His trembling hands raked through his sweating hair as the tension in his core built up further and further.
Soon, he was at his breaking point. An explosion seemed to go off in his stomach as he orgasmed, sending ropes of semen out of his shaft down Maomao’s throat.
…Down Maomao’s throat??
His moans turned to panicked whines, but Maomao made no attempt to pull off of him. Instead, she slowed her movements, taking every last drop of liquid that he had expelled. His climax began to fade, as did Maomao’s speed.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. With the aphrodisiac’s aim accomplished, all the tension and energy that had gathered in that one place within him had seemingly vanished alongside his orgasm.
Maomao seemed to notice this, as his cock exited her mouth, a string of saliva and semen hanging off her lips. She wiped her mouth, matter of factly, and sat back down slowly, while Jinshi leaned backwards, energy spent.
She smiled up at him, moving some of his hanging fair off of his face, putting the side of his face in her hand. Her thumb wandered over his scar, before making small strokes on his cheek.
‘Aphrodisiacs are incredibly potent, if only in the short while’, she began, still thumbing his cheek affectionately. ‘With someone of your… inexperience… your stamina won’t be as impressive’, she continued, taking her hand off his face and taking his hand in hers.
He looked up at her with those puppy eyes, brow furrowed.
‘Inexperience?’ he scoffed.
Maomao gave a short laugh. ‘You haven’t laid with anyone else, have you?’
Jinshi looked away, before giving a short shake of his head. Then, he looked back at her.
‘Wait, neither have you, right?’
Maomao looked up at him, eyebrows raised.
‘Of course not. Not until.. the western capital’, she smirked. ‘I have just had a different upbringing than you.’
Of course, Jinshi thought. He shook off that embarrassing memory of them in the garden. His head was so foggy that he momentarily forgot about her being raised in a brothel. Despite her not being a fully fledged courtesan (he thanked himself for buying her out before she could), she was no doubt trained in their ways from birth.
‘I.. had a good time tonight’, he murmured, still gazing into her eyes.
‘Me too,’ Maomao replied, smiling once again at him. ‘Although, you’ll probably not feel too great in the morning.’
Jinshi groaned and flopped back onto the bed, his arm on his face.
‘I’ll survive’.
Maomao lay down next to him,
‘I’ll be here anyway, if you need me.’
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Just down the corridor, Suiren was sweeping. On her face was a grin filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure.