Chapter 86: Extra · The Gauze Robe
Summers in Chuzhou had always been rainy. Fang Jian was quite unaccustomed to it when she first arrived, always feeling damp. It took a period of adjustment before she grew used to it, and after that, she found a unique sort of artistic mood in standing under the eaves and watching the drops fall before the steps.
Outside, the rain beat against the banana leaves, and fallen red petals littered the ground. The pitter-patter sound only served to make the room feel even more tranquil. Fang Jian awoke from her sleep but didn't rise in a hurry. She lay for a while, listening to the storm raging outside, her eyes half-closed as she recalled the scenes from her dream. It had been a long time since she had dreamt of her early years, let alone those blush-inducing amorous affairs. She was a little puzzled. She had been thoroughly sated just last night; by rights, she shouldn't be having such lustful thoughts. She couldn't figure it out. With a long sigh, she opened her eyes. The room was still somewhat dim. Xiuzhu had not come to wake her, so it must still be early, but she could no longer sleep.
Gao Yunqu lay beside her with her back to her, her breathing steady, deep in sleep. Fang Jian reached out and touched Gao Yunqu's hair. Perhaps disturbing her slumber, Gao Yunqu murmured in her sleep and moved away. So she withdrew her hand and lay flat on her back, lost in thought.
She was savoring the dream she just had, the scenes in it reminding her of their early years. Gao Yunqu had a wild and unrestrained nature, indulging in her passions and desires, and had led her through many games that still made her feel shy to think about now. But her memories were mostly of her own passive experiences. In the dream just now, for the first time, she had seen Gao Yunqu's demeanor from an observer's perspective. Teasing, playful, condescending—yet also restrained, forbearing, and longing. Her desire was buried deep beneath the surface, surging like molten lava, yet silent and formless, showing no trace. All she had seen was the calm part of Gao Yunqu above the water, but she couldn't see how love was born from her desire below the surface, or how love and desire collided, vibrated, and intertwined, leaving her bewildered and hesitant.
That version of Gao Yunqu was also captivatingly beautiful. It was a pity that back then, she herself had been so cautious and timid, unable to appreciate Gao Yunqu's charm.
She turned over and snuggled closer to Gao Yunqu, hugging her from behind and burying her cheek in her bare back. Gao Yunqu's faint fragrance immediately enveloped her; it was the scent she was most familiar with, the one that put her most at ease.
Her movements were slight, but Gao Yunqu was still roused. She was still sleepy, her eyes closed, as she habitually turned over and pulled Fang Jian into her arms, locking her limbs in place so she couldn't move around anymore. Caught off guard, Fang Jian was held in a full embrace, her cheek pressed against Gao Yunqu's soft bosom, making it a little hard to breathe. She struggled gently, inching her way up a little to free her nose and mouth. Annoyed by the disturbance, Gao Yunqu frowned in her sleep, wrapped an arm around her waist, and patted it lightly. Fang Jian stopped moving. Gao Yunqu's warm hand rested on her waist, its heat flowing from there to the rest of her body. She pillowed her head on Gao Yunqu's arm, face to face with her. Their faces were extremely close, and Fang Jian's every exhale could be felt on Gao Yunqu's forehead. In this position, she watched Gao Yunqu, her gaze tracing the features of her face.
Gao Yunqu didn't sleep for much longer. Her soul had awakened, and her body naturally had to follow. She let out a breath of reluctance and opened her eyes, only to see Fang Jian, eyes wide open, watching her.
"Why are you awake so early today?" she asked, her eyes narrowed as she slowly came to her senses.
Fang Jian shook her head. "I just woke up."
"What time is it?"
"It's not yet the hour of Mao. We can still lie in for a while." As a local official, she didn't have to attend morning court, so she didn't need to rise so early. Arriving at the office by the middle of the hour of Mao was fine, and being a little late occasionally was no matter. It was incomparably more comfortable than being in the Capital City.
"Mm," Gao Yunqu acknowledged. She pressed her forehead against Fang Jian's, closed her eyes for another moment, and only when she had rested enough did she slowly open them again. Seeing Fang Jian secretly watching her, she let out a soft laugh and said, "What are you looking at?"
Gao Yunqu's voice upon waking in the morning was a little hoarse and indistinct, soft and alluring, which stirred something in Fang Jian. And as she thought it, she did it, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Gao Yunqu's lips. "Looking at you."
Gao Yunqu allowed the kiss, then tugged her ear. "Don't mess around, we have work to do today."
Fang Jian sighed and lay flat on her back again. After a moment, she spoke hesitantly to Gao Yunqu, "My Lord, I dreamt of you last night..."
"What did you dream about?"
Fang Jian opened her mouth, then closed it. She moved closer to Gao Yunqu and whispered in her ear, "About things from the past..."
Her breath fell on a sensitive ear, her words carrying an ambiguous air. Gao Yunqu understood at once. "You want to?"
Fang Jian shook her head, hesitated for a moment, then spoke again in a low voice, "In the past, it was always you, My Lord, who..."
Gao Yunqu understood again and chuckled. "You want to have your way with me?"
Her voice was full of amusement, with no hint of rejection. Fang Jian was taken aback. "You're not angry, My Lord?"
"What's there to be angry about? Appetite and lust are part of human nature. How could there be a rule that only I'm allowed to do it and you're not?" Gao Yunqu's reply was frank, which in turn made Fang Jian a little uncomfortable. Gao Yunqu patted the top of her head, held her so she could rest her head on her, and asked casually, "Let me hear what you want to do."
Fang Jian thought for a moment, then whispered something in her ear.
Gao Yunqu didn't say yes or no, but simply smiled with deep meaning. Her laughter was light and fragmented, like a feather tickling a palm, making Fang Jian's face flush red with heat.
Gao Yunqu didn't continue to tease her. She sat up, patted her smooth shoulder and back, and said, "Let's get ready for the office. It's getting late."
Fang Jian thought she had been rejected. She flopped onto the bed with a sigh, but seeing that Gao Yunqu was already up and dressing, she resignedly got up as well.
As the Prefect of Chuzhou, Gao Yunqu naturally lived in the prefect's residence, which was separated from the government office by a single wall. They were in no hurry, methodically getting themselves ready and eating a meal together before heading to the office. Chuzhou was newly stabilized, and they had finally survived the initial chaos of war, their lives becoming more regular. But there was still no shortage of work at the yamen, and they were busy to the point of exhaustion.
This busyness lasted until closing time. Colleagues bid her farewell in twos and threes, and only when everyone had left did Fang Jian finish the task at hand. She stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders and back. It was still raining outside, not a torrential downpour with furious thunder, but a fine, dense drizzle, like threads or pearls, falling only to splash upon the gray brick ground. Fang Jian stood under the eaves and watched for a while, feeling that the rain would likely not stop today. She lifted the hem of her robe, tucked it into her belt, took an umbrella, opened it, and walked out into the rain. Her office was some distance from Gao Yunqu's. She crossed the courtyard and headed deeper into the government compound. The yamen, bustling during the day, had grown quiet by this time. She brought the damp air of wind and rain with her as she entered Gao Yunqu's office.
Gao Yunqu was still writing something. She looked up when Fang Jian entered, then lowered her head again, saying as she wrote, "Wait for me a moment. Just a few more sentences and I'll be done."
Fang Jian's feet were wet with rain, so she closed her umbrella and stood by the door to wait. She placed the umbrella against the wall and leaned against the doorframe herself, watching the rain fall from the eaves in a continuous line.
"Why don't you come in?" Gao Yunqu finished her work shortly after and walked over to her side to ask.
"The view is nice here," Fang Jian replied, turning to smile at her.
The continuous rain veiled the green mountains and gray tiles in a hazy mist. The mountain scenery was ethereal, the buildings shrouded in a misty rain. Gao Yunqu glanced at the sky, took the umbrella and opened it, then looked at Fang Jian. "Let's go."
Fang Jian took her outstretched hand and stepped under her umbrella.
The east wind rustled in the fine rain, mist shrouded the rustling parasol leaves. The umbrella reflected a blushing face, as the pair returned home, hand in hand.
Back home, they each went to bathe and change. After changing out of her damp clothes and soaking in hot water, Fang Jian finally felt refreshed. Gao Yunqu still had unfinished official business and went to attend to it after their meal. Fang Jian asked if she needed help and was told she didn't, so she returned to her own room to pass the time with a book. When it was time to rest, Fang Jian entered Gao Yunqu's bedroom. Just as she was about to change her clothes and get into bed, Gao Yunqu caught her by the sash.
"My Lord?" Fang Jian looked at Gao Yunqu, completely bewildered.
"Ahem," Gao Yunqu cleared her throat. "Go wait for me in the outer room."
Fang Jian was baffled, but she obediently went to the outer room. They didn't keep servants on duty at night, so it was just the two of them in the house. Fang Jian found a teacup on the table in the outer room, poured herself some tea, and sat crookedly on the small couch, lost in thought.
After a short wait, she heard the sound of footsteps. She turned to look toward the inner room, and in a single glance, she froze on the spot.
What a sight it was. Gao Yunqu had removed all her clothes; she wore nothing underneath, only a single official outer robe draped over her body. It was a summer official robe, which was supposed to be a white silk undergarment covered by a light, sheer red gauze robe. But Gao Yunqu was not wearing the under-robe, only the gauze robe itself. This meant that through that layer of gauze, her graceful body was on full display. Her chest, which usually showed little curve beneath layers of clothing, now outlined the proud peaks of her nipples, the robe rising over a pair of hills before being cinched by a leather belt, which sculpted her shapely waist and hips. Gao Yunqu's waist was strong, not the slender waist of a weeping willow, but bound by the leather belt, the gauze robe tightened around her, making that waist appear exceptionally bewitching. Below the belt were her pert buttocks. The fullness of her breasts and buttocks contrasted with each other, further accentuating the narrowness of her waist and the grace of her curves.
And then, and then there was the secret between her legs. It wasn't the first time Fang Jian had seen Gao Yunqu naked, but complete nudity was different from this state of being visible yet hidden, especially when it was an official robe. Fang Jian had long known that Gao Yunqu was extraordinarily handsome in her scarlet official robe, but her eyes had only ever occasionally swept over the chest and waist hidden beneath it, never daring to imagine the figure that lay underneath. But now, Gao Yunqu was unfolding herself for her to see, letting her see what she was like beneath the solemn, dignified scarlet robe.
Fang Jian's breathing nearly stopped, her mind a complete blank. This was a beauty so stunning she had never even dared to imagine it. And this Gao Yunqu, with spring passion in her eyes and a smile on her lips, was walking toward her, step by step.
The quick, small-stepped walk was usually a gesture of a subordinate to a superior, a basic form of etiquette. Fang Jian was naturally familiar with it, but she had never imagined how one's breasts would jiggle, or how one's hips would sway, when walking with such formal bearing. This was the very definition of graceful swaying, of a lotus blooming with every step.
Fang Jian's mouth went dry like that of a green youth. She sat up properly on the couch, her hands placed on her knees. The room was not large, and in a few steps, Gao Yunqu was before her, bringing with her a familiar scent of incense and an unfamiliar, stunning allure. Then, she sat down on her lap, facing her. Fang Jian instinctively wrapped her arms around her waist. The leather belt was hard and dug into her hands, yet it allowed her to gather that narrow waist into her embrace. Gao Yunqu was pressed extremely close to her, but she was at a loss as to where to put her hands or her eyes.
Seeing her dazed and foolish look, Gao Yunqu wrapped her arms around her shoulders and back and laughed out loud.
The laughter woke Fang Jian. Mortified, she hugged Gao Yunqu and pressed her burning cheek against her neck.
She stammered, "My Lord, why are you dressed like this?"
"Didn't you say this morning that you wanted me to wear my official robe?"
Fang Jian's sluggish mind turned slightly, recalling her conversation with Gao Yunqu that morning.
"Ah... I thought..." She had thought Gao Yunqu was unwilling.
"Do you like it?" Gao Yunqu whispered against her ear, tracing her earlobe with the tip of her tongue.
A flame was instantly lit within Fang Jian. She caressed Gao Yunqu obsessively, her palm sliding from her back to her waist, then swimming back up. "I love it more than anything..."
Gao Yunqu parted her legs and pressed against her, her lower body against Fang Jian's abdomen, her upper abdomen against her soft chest, and her breasts thrust forward before her. Fang Jian looked at Gao Yunqu with an intoxicated gaze, then lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth through the thin gauze.
The nipple had long since become erect—when she had shed her clothes for the gauze robe, when the light fabric had brushed against it as she walked, when Fang Jian had stared at her, eyes wide. With a flick of her soft tongue, Fang Jian took the pearl into her mouth. She clasped the hard fruit between her lips, and a gentle pressure made the woman in her arms let out a trembling sound.
Her hands slid down from the waist, past the hard leather belt, and slipped under the gauze robe to knead the soft flesh of her buttocks. With a little force, the flesh squeezed between her fingers. A light slap sent ripples through her hips; she couldn't see it, but she could feel it all. It all made her ecstatic.
"A'jian..." Gao Yunqu called her name in a daze. Lust had swept them both away.
"My Lord..."
Gao Yunqu lowered her head to kiss her. They kissed with great force, sucking until the roots of their tongues were numb, until the air in their lungs was nearly depleted. When their lips parted, they were both panting heavily.
Gao Yunqu's heart was beating extremely fast. That she could face desire with composure did not mean her heart was as still as water. Fang Jian's teasing brought her pleasure, made her want more. She felt she was soaked through, inside and out. This body was drenched, dripping—like the rain outside, and like the tide in her heart.
Fang Jian's hands were still kneading her buttocks. As she kneaded and caressed, her fingertips would occasionally brush against her core, and thus touch the slick wetness. She reached from behind into the cleft, her fingertips lightly touching the entrance, making Gao Yunqu's breathing hitch. Her palm kneaded her buttocks while her fingers moved in and out of the cleft, her touch a constant tease. Desire was stoked. Gao Yunqu wrapped her arms around her and rubbed her lower body against her. A flushed face, half-closed eyes, a silent pressing of bodies—the gurgling stream spoke of her invitation.
Fang Jian felt the blood rush to her head, clouding her mind. This Gao Yunqu was so bewitching, so tempting, she just wanted to devour her whole. She withdrew one hand and reached down between them. Gao Yunqu cooperatively lifted her body, and her hand slipped into the space between her legs. The place was thoroughly wet. The moment her fingertips touched it, she felt the entrance contract in invitation, and so two fingers slowly sank in. Gao Yunqu threw her head back, letting out a satisfied moan, and then sat down.
In this position, the fingers went extremely deep, taking in the full length of two fingers, which twisted and clenched around their base. Fang Jian held back, not moving. So Gao Yunqu began to move her own hips, taking her in and pushing her out.
It still wasn't enough. Gao Yunqu lowered her head and licked Fang Jian's earlobe, fanning the flames of her heart. She was like a soul-stealing demon, making Fang Jian's breathing grow heavy, the burning fire in her heart threatening to consume everything, to leave nothing but ruin in its wake.
"A'jian... A'jian..."
The string snapped. Fang Jian's eyes turned crimson. Lightly biting Gao Yunqu's nipple, she began to move her hand.
Her palm pressed against the sensitive front while her fingers delved deep inside, each thrust a heavy push that made one's soul tremble. But it wasn't enough. She was moving too slowly, completely unable to satisfy.
Gao Yunqu knew Fang Jian was doing it on purpose. She bit Fang Jian's earlobe punishingly, took a deep breath, then sighed it out and began to move herself, bracing her hands on Fang Jian's shoulders.
Her beautiful body rose and fell, causing her breasts to bounce up and down. The gauze robe was still properly on her, her face flushed like a rosy cloud, complementing the scarlet robe, more gorgeous than a field of flowers. It was too beautiful. Even though they were already lovers who shared a bed, this was the first time she had ever seen this side of Gao Yunqu. Gao Yunqu was like an abyss, bottomless, yet filled with treasures. Every dive revealed a different kind of beauty.
With every rise and fall, Gao Yunqu took Fang Jian's fingers to their deepest point. The penetration was deep and heavy, but also extremely tiring. After a few rounds, her breaths became heavy pants. Fang Jian took the initiative at the right moment, her fingers quickening their pace. Her other hand supported Gao Yunqu's waist, guiding her downward. One fell as the other rose, a coordinated effort that sent pleasure coursing through her veins to every limb, rushing straight to her head. Gao Yunqu tensed, the pleasure piling up, making her feel a little panicked. She slowed down, wanting to take a breather. But this time, it was Fang Jian who wouldn't allow it. Sensing her retreat, she grabbed the leather belt at her waist and pulled her down. Gao Yunqu was pulled abruptly, lost her balance, and sat down unexpectedly, the tips of the fingers ramming into a sensitive spot inside.
"Ah..." An involuntary cry escaped her lips, before it was shattered by Fang Jian's thrusts. Fang Jian pressed against that sensitive spot, moving with her. The range of motion was small, no longer a full in-and-out, but a relentless grinding inside, fast and intensely sensitive. She held Gao Yunqu's waist, preventing her from escaping, letting her powerless moans fall against her ear. This posture of confinement excited her beyond measure.
Her Lord was the bright moon in the sky, appearing aloof and inviolable from afar. Everyone could only see her as a third-rank official at a young age, dignified and majestic, cool and distant. Only Fang Jian was qualified to pull this moon into her embrace, to take what she wanted. And only Fang Jian could make Gao Yunqu place herself in a fragile, vulnerable position, to lay bare her every desire, inside and out, and to actively invite Fang Jian to take control.
"My Lord..." Fang Jian tilted her head back to kiss the side of Gao Yunqu's neck. This position was actually quite tiring. A fine layer of sweat covered them both, sticky and damp, like the humid heat of the rainy season. Fang Jian licked the sweat from her neck and shoulder. It was salty. She bit lightly at her collarbone through the gauze robe. With every suck and scrape, the muscles below clenched tighter, making it impossible for Fang Jian to stop.
Outside, the rain grew heavier, then lighter again. Gao Yunqu trembled as she found her release, biting down and clutching the fabric on Fang Jian's shoulder. Fang Jian slowed her movements, pushing gently against the rushing tide, one slow thrust at a time. It took a while for Gao Yunqu to catch her breath. She patted Fang Jian's shoulder lightly, and Fang Jian knew she was sated. She withdrew her fingers, wrapped both arms around her waist, and held her, letting her collapse softly into her embrace, planting gentle, comforting kisses in her hair.
Gao Yunqu's lower body was still twitching. The position had her kneeling on Fang Jian with her legs apart, the gate between them wide open, clear fluid still trickling out, feeling a little cool. She shifted, wrapping her long legs around Fang Jian's lower back, circling her waist. This way, they would be pressed closer, even more inseparable.
"A'jian..." she called out to Fang Jian, her voice a little hoarse.
"Hm?" Fang Jian held her, concentrating on pecking kisses at her temple.
"Did you like it?"
Fang Jian paused for a moment, then held her even tighter, her voice choked with emotion. "I did. I loved it more than anything." Her Lord was pleasing her, just as she tried to please her Lord.
"Why are you crying? Crying at a time like this?" Gao Yunqu was exasperated and amused. She held her head and kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "A'jian... you can do anything you want to me..."
Fang Jian captured her lips, her tongue probing inside, softly touching hers, full of deep affection. Gao Yunqu closed her eyes and responded. Their kiss was filled with countless things. They held each other and kissed, their bodies pressed together, their two hearts beating as one. Nothing could ever separate them.
Author's Notes
This is why Fang Jian also likes it when her Lord wears the scarlet robe.
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