Chapter 1: Forced Pampering

Chapter 1: Intense Pampering

Mu Lan was immersed in a lingering, erotic dream.

In the dream, a warm fragrance drifted through the air, and flickering red candles cast shadows of two entwined, ambiguous figures within a green gauze curtain. She was the one being pressed beneath.

Warm, large hands wandered solicitously over her body, sometimes slow, sometimes hurried, kneading with varying degrees of lightness and pressure. From time to time, hot, moist breaths brushed against her skin, making her entire body feel so limp and soft that she didn't want to move. The atmosphere was incredibly provocative.

Mu Lan was a Chinese literature college student and also a popular web novelist. For someone who constantly conceived novel plots, dreaming of story scenarios was a common occurrence.

Over time, she could even realize she was dreaming while in the dream, just as she was now.

However, a dream this [censored] was a first for her. The sensation of skin-to-skin contact was so real, so real that she thought several times she was about to wake up.

Although she had described such scenes in her own novels, being the one actually participating made her subconsciously want to break free, even if it was just a dream.

So, the moment that hand climbed directly onto her breast, Mu Lan hurriedly grabbed it and grumbled, "Enough! If you go any lower, I'll get censored."

The other party's movements paused slightly. Then, a light chuckle seemed to echo in her ear, and the hand on her chest actually let go as requested. "Can't handle this already?"

It was a low, husky male voice, and even the dialogue was a typical flirtatious line from a romance novel.

Mu Lan's heart skipped a beat. Based on her experience of writing eight novels, the subtext following such a line usually led to even more restricted scenes.

However, the other party's movements were far faster than her consciousness. In the next second, something forceful directly pushed aside her pressed knees and wedged its way in.

This was a position of absolute violation. Moving from the tenderness of a moment ago to this current brutality, the plot shifted too quickly. Before Mu Lan could react, her waist was hoisted up. Something scalding pressed against her from below and, without hesitation, tore into her.

"Ah..." A cry of pain was choked in her throat, and Mu Lan instinctively opened her eyes.

A pair of eyes as dark as spilled ink crashed into her vision, like two bottomless, deep wells that held her captive. Beneath the surface of the wells, flames flickered faintly, as if they intended to burn her to ashes.

He actually dared to force himself upon her! Mu Lan was both in pain and furious; she nearly kicked him straight out of the dream.

Wasn't this dream feeling a bit too real?

Her body trembled from the pain. Perhaps because of this, the man stopped moving. However, the increasingly heavy breathing sprayed against her ear provided no sense of relief; it felt like he was gathering strength for the next wave of frantic assault.

The two of them stared at each other in this awkward position. The light inside the curtain was very dim, so Mu Lan couldn't see his face clearly. She only felt that he had a cold expression; aside from the lust in his eyes, his entire being radiated an arrogant and unrestrained aura.

His long hair was tied up, and his physique was lean and fit. Combined with that extraordinary temperament, he truly had the vibe of a male protagonist. However, for a dream to reach this level, it seemed she had probably become a bit obsessed with her writing deadlines lately.

As her gaze wandered, the man suddenly curled his lips, almost biting her ear. "Did you get your wish? Hmm?"

With a mocking tone accompanied by a final nasal sound, he lowered his waist slightly, pressing in a bit further.

"You... bastard!" Mu Lan gasped, and it took a long while before she could squeeze a curse through her teeth.

Heaven and Earth be witnesses, she had never made the female protagonists under her pen suffer like this. Could it be that she had a masochistic tendency in her subconscious? To actually have a dream like this.

Perhaps she was truly stunned by the pain; feeling both ashamed and angry, Mu Lan's body reacted directly. Her unrestrained hands grabbed the two red points on the man's chest and twisted them with all her might!

The man let out a muffled groan, seemingly never expecting her to make such a move. However, his reaction was incredibly fast. Before Mu Lan could see how he struck, her wrists were seized by him, his strength so great it felt as if he were going to crush her bones.

The atmosphere instantly grew heavy. From those dark eyes, Mu Lan seemed to read a hint of anger and impatience.

"Wait a minute!" Sensing that the plot was about to shift from the "erotic dream" chapter to the "bloody violence" chapter, Mu Lan hurriedly tried to salvage it. "You... I just feel like we should get to know each other first."

"Is that so?" The man smiled wickedly, but suddenly thrust upward with force. "Then, is this kind of 'getting to know each other' deep enough?"

"You... damn it!" Mu Lan nearly blacked out. The pain stimulated her tear ducts, blurring her vision.

Her strenuous struggling only seemed to bring increased pain and enjoyment to the other party. Under the suppression of his powerful strength, Mu Lan experienced the terror of a man for the first time.

"So, you like playing with excitement?" The man teased, though his movements below began to accelerate. "Then, I shall grant your wish."

Where did he see that she liked it? This damn pervert! Ignoring the pain, Mu Lan looked up and bit his shoulder hard.

She used all her strength this time, and she immediately tasted the metallic flavor of blood. In return, she received a violent, punishing impact.

There was none of the beauty described in novels; there was only the pain of her body being torn apart again and again. As expected, novels were all lies; reality was cruel. And she, perhaps because she had done too much of this "lying" in her writing, was receiving this retribution.

But perhaps precisely because of his brutality, after a while, Mu Lan finally succeeded in fainting due to the overwhelming pain.

Before her consciousness dissipated, Mu Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Was this nightmare finally ending? Damn it! She swore that from now on, she would make all the emperors in her books completely [censored]!

This was the dividing line between "once a night" and "multiple times."

When she woke up again, it was already dawn.

Seeing shadows moving before her eyes, Mu Lan couldn't help but rub her eyelids in surprise, only to see a tall figure pacing by her bedside.

Her gaze followed his long legs upward. A snow-white robe perfectly covered his vital parts, yet it was open at the chest, revealing a vast expanse of scenery. Further up were his collarbones, his throat, and then a beautifully curved jawline and a face as handsome as a sculpture.

His ink-black hair was tied in a golden crown, but water droplets fell from his earlobes, sliding down his well-defined chest before disappearing into his clothes.

A beautiful man! And a beautiful man fresh from a bath at that!

"No way, another erotic dream..." Mu Lan pressed her hand to her forehead in frustration. In the next second, she froze. Why did she say "another"?

"An erotic dream?" The beautiful man sat down casually by the bed. His thin lips curled slightly, and a mischievous glint flickered in his phoenix eyes as he scanned her. "Are you implying that I should do it again?"

*Zhen* (Imperial 'I')? This word, which she was familiar with in the past, made her nerves jump. She suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I... why do you look somewhat familiar?" Mu Lan sized him up uncertainly. The moment her eyes met those deep wells, her eyes widened.

Last night's erotic images flashed through her mind like a slideshow.

"It's you." Wasn't he the bastard who bullied her in the dream? He actually appeared in her dream again. "You're dead this time!"

Mu Lan's fury soared. She lunged at him, reaching for his throat.

The man was somewhat caught off guard and was tackled directly, but what followed was her wail of agony.

"Ah! It hurts..." Her entire skeleton felt as if it had been dismantled and reassembled with aching soreness, especially her lower body. A second ago, Mu Lan had been full of murderous intent; now, she hung helplessly on him like someone whose tendons had been pulled.

Her mind raced through a thousand possibilities in an instant. All of this... it couldn't all be real, could it?

Mu Lan rolled her eyes around and only then noticed her surroundings for the first time: a large bed covered in embroidered silk, parted green gauze curtains, and antique furnishings outside the curtain. Through the layers of beaded curtains, she could faintly hear the noisy voices of people outside, seemingly saying something.

According to the tropes in her novels, she had transmigrated.

Mu Lan looked up at the man inches away in disbelief. Refusing to give up, she poked his face with her finger. The sensation of his warm skin made her instantly dumbfounded.

He was alive!

The man's gaze was fixed intently on her, his brows slightly furrowed. It was difficult to guess his emotions from his cold face.

Just being stared at by him gave Mu Lan an inexplicable sense of pressure that made it hard to breathe. Just as she was about to look away, he beat her to it, his sharp gaze sweeping toward the door.

Following his gaze, Mu Lan saw a live historical drama unfolding: an old man dressed in dragon robes was leading a young girl in fine clothing and two palace maids, forcing their way in amidst the half-blocking, half-yielding efforts of several guards.