Side Story 3: Lou Mi x Chi Lin
Chi Lin regretted provoking Lou Mi.
From the moment they entered the apartment, it had been a non-stop whirlwind of passion, until Chi Lin, exhausted, finally begged for mercy.
They lay tangled together, catching their breath, their bodies slick with sweat. Chi Lin, always meticulous about cleanliness, couldn’t stand the stickiness and went to shower.
Lou Mi followed her.
Chi Lin’s lips were swollen, her body still thrumming with a lingering pleasure, her legs weak.
She had thought the night was over, but Lou Mi, relentless, continued her pursuit even in the shower.
Chi Lin chuckled weakly: “Your Majesty, are you planning to…”
Before she could finish, Lou Mi kissed her again, whispering in her ear:
“How many times did we make love in the Taichu Hot Springs at the Southern Palace? I know Lin Jie loves playing in the water. I had this large bathtub installed just for you. We’ve already enjoyed it in our soul forms, don’t you want to experience it fully now?”
Lou Mi’s words made Chi Lin blush.
It wasn’t her who enjoyed it, it was Her Majesty!
Chi Lin couldn’t argue. Her Majesty, tonight, was as passionate and tireless as ever.
Her Majesty had personally gone to the northern front lines, pulling Chi Lin, barely alive, from a pile of corpses.
Seeing her drenched in blood, her breathing shallow, her eyes barely able to focus, Her Majesty, forgetting all decorum, had held Chi Lin and wept.
Back in the capital, while dealing with political affairs and countless enemies, Her Majesty still made time to care for the injured Chi Lin personally.
It was the most peaceful and blissful time in Chi Lin’s life since entering the court.
Although her injuries were severe, requiring a long recovery, even coughing was painful, being able to see her beloved every day was a luxury for Chi Lin.
During her years in the north, she had eaten hardtack, fought tirelessly, disregarding life and death, just to protect Dayuan, to protect Her Majesty, her beloved.
There were moments of passion, and moments of loneliness.
On countless nights, unable to sleep, she would stand on the city walls, watching the darkness, waiting for the enemy that might emerge at any moment.
Most nights, there were no enemies, only the biting wind and her longing for Her Majesty, keeping her awake until dawn.
She would replay their memories, savoring Her Majesty’s poems, her eyes, her lips, every shared moment.
Would she ever see Her Majesty again?
Chi Lin didn’t dare to dwell on it, afraid of her longing weakening her resolve.
A moment of hesitation on the battlefield, a flicker of fear, could cost lives, could endanger the entire nation.
So, she suppressed her longing, only indulging it in private.
Now, safe and comfortable in the palace, not only could she embrace her longing, but she could also see Her Majesty every day, it was pure bliss.
Waking up every morning to see Her Majesty’s sleeping face, to feel her warm embrace, she would often pause, making sure it wasn’t a dream.
During her recovery, Her Majesty not only applied her medicine personally but also attended to her every need.
There were servants, of course, but as soon as Her Majesty returned from her duties, she would dismiss them all, leaving only the two of them.
Initially, Chi Lin couldn’t accept being served by Her Majesty, but Her Majesty wouldn’t let her refuse, pouting and acting spoiled: “Let me take care of you, can’t I?”
Chi Lin continued to protest, and Her Majesty, annoyed by her persistence, said:
“Lin Jie is injured, fighting for Dayuan, protecting my kingdom. It’s only right that I take care of you.”
In private, Lou Mi preferred the informal “I,” using the royal “Guaren” only in public.
But in intimate moments, all formalities were discarded.
“Little Sister,” “this humble servant,” “your concubine”… she used them all playfully, that was the Emperor’s style.
And Chi Lin couldn’t deny her love for this playful and unrestrained Jin Yi.
After several attempts at refusal, Her Majesty stopped arguing and, lifting Chi Lin’s chin, said:
“Since you call me Your Majesty, you must obey my every command. Now be a good girl and lie down.”
From applying medicine to dressing her, to even putting on her shoes, Her Majesty used her imperial authority for these small, domestic tasks, enjoying every moment.
And Chi Lin, after experiencing this playful dominance, found herself anticipating Her Majesty’s commands.
Her Majesty would find the most comfortable positions for Chi Lin, adjusting and repositioning her.
And if Chi Lin protested, Her Majesty would resume her imperial persona, practically issuing decrees in bed, demanding her “Minister Chi” to cooperate.
This playful dominance, from their past life to this one, hadn’t changed.
Lou Mi pulled Chi Lin into the hot bath, had her lean against the edge of the tub, and embraced her from behind.
The warm, firm pressure against her back, the hot water enveloping her, made Chi Lin feel like she was melting in Lou Mi’s arms.
Lou Mi’s chin rested on her shoulder as she whispered:
“We’ve done this a hundred times in the Taichu Hot Springs, this is your favorite position. You love it when I hold you from behind, when you turn and kiss me, don’t you?”
“Your Majesty keeps track of these things…?”
Just a few whispered words, no actions yet, and Chi Lin’s voice was already trembling.
Lou Mi felt Chi Lin’s body tremble in her arms, her sensitivity to Lou Mi’s voice and touch evident.
Chi Lin’s body, despite years of campaigning, was still beautiful, her skin smooth and unblemished.
Even the faint scars couldn’t diminish her allure.
They added a certain sensuality.
Lou Mi remembered how much effort she had put into caring for Chi Lin’s body in their past life.
Even in a different body, Chi Lin was still Chi Lin.
Lou Mi knew how to please her.
The slight unfamiliarity of this body, the newness, only heightened the excitement.
Lou Mi tilted Chi Lin’s chin up, urging her to kiss her.
Chi Lin, her eyes closed, responded eagerly.
Lou Mi’s heart swelled with emotion.
This was both a familiar intimacy and a long-awaited reunion.
They had found each other again, across lifetimes, and this time, they wouldn’t be parted.
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