MTSAMAPOC Chapter 17

Jiang Shouzhu felt relieved as long as Ying Wutu wasn’t dead.

The carriage continued traveling until nightfall, with Ying Wutu, who had been given medicine, still unconscious.

The snowstorm at night was too intense, so Jiang Shouzhu ordered the army to rest for the night and continue the journey at dawn.

Since Jiang Shouzhu’s carriage had a couch, she didn’t need to set up a tent to spend the night; she decided to sleep in the carriage.

Although it was almost midnight, Jiang Shouzhu, tired from sitting in the carriage all day, decided to lie down.

Ying Wutu was occupying half of the couch, so she lifted him and pushed him inward before lying down herself. She couldn’t help but wonder how the little rabbit, though appearing taller than most men, felt so light.

As she lay down, she realized the couch was too small, so she hugged the unconscious Ying Wutu to prevent herself from falling off.

As she hugged him, Ying Wutu woke up.

“Cough, cough…” His weak voice sounded as he coughed and groaned in pain, trying to struggle out of her embrace.

Jiang Shouzhu sat up again.

“What now? Keep causing trouble, and I’ll throw you off the carriage.” Jiang Shouzhu’s words were threatening, but she thought, the little rabbit was already so pitiful, having been kicked and made to vomit blood. If she scared him any more, he might be terrified. She really didn’t want the little rabbit to die.

“Despicable…” Ying Wutu couldn’t even sit up, but tears flowed down his cheeks.

“Despicable? You tried to assassinate me. If you hadn’t, would I have kicked you? Vomiting blood was your own fault. If I hadn’t ordered the military doctor to treat you, you’d be dead by now. Truly ungrateful.” Jiang Shouzhu said.

“Degenerate…” Ying Wutu continued to curse.

Jiang Shouzhu didn’t understand at first, but then she got it and said, “This carriage is mine, this couch is mine. Where else would I sleep? Be grateful I didn’t lock you outside.”

“Shameless…” Ying Wutu kept cursing.

Jiang Shouzhu paused, her expression turning cold. “Have I been too lenient with you? Do you want another beating?”

Ying Wutu stopped cursing but kept crying.

He slowly curled up, hugging his knees, looking thoroughly abused.

Jiang Shouzhu didn’t understand his behavior but concluded, “I guess I shouldn’t have been nice to you.”

As soon as she mentioned a beating, he stopped baring his teeth.

So she hadn’t hit him hard enough.

Training a dog required this.

Ying Wutu’s voice lowered further, sounding like someone on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump and end it all.

“Now that you have had me, can you spare their lives? I know you won’t set them free, but at least don’t kill them, okay? They don’t want to die. Those who surrendered with me just wanted to live…” Ying Wutu seemed to be negotiating. What he said was true, as there were those who refused to surrender and chose to commit suicide before being besieged.

Jiang Shouzhu hadn’t planned to kill the prisoners in the first place, so she didn’t know why he said that. What was even stranger…

“What do you mean by ‘you have had me’?” Jiang Shouzhu had spent the day in the carriage reading, eating, drinking tea, and beating him; she hadn’t done anything else.

“Then why does it hurt so much there? You must have taken advantage of me while I was unconscious. Are you satisfied now? Can you stop killing people…” Ying Wutu said this, feeling even more wronged, as if the wicked woman had truly mistreated him.

Jiang Shouzhu was speechless. She did intend to enjoy the little rabbit, but not now, especially not when he was injured, feverish, and vomiting blood. Although she was ruthless and had killed countless people on the battlefield, and though she was rough in bed, she was not a pervert.

“Are you an idiot? You could just check for yourself…” Jiang Shouzhu paused, then suddenly laughed, “So you really are a virgin? Looks like you have no experience at all.”

Ying Wutu didn’t understand why the wicked woman was lying to him.

He had fallen to such a state, at the mercy of others, subject to the wicked woman’s whims. If she did it, why not admit it?

His hand reached down and touched the silver hairpin[mfn]I am 99% sure that we are referring to a dildo here[/mfn].

He suddenly remembered, right, the wicked woman had put it there last night and hadn’t taken it out.

So… was the pain because of that?

So he hadn’t lost his virginity?

“Do you understand now? But I feel like you’re pretending to be innocent. How could you forget what’s yours? Little virgin, how eager are you to offer yourself to me that you say such things to seduce me?” Jiang Shouzhu glanced at the small wound on her right hand, a bite mark from Ying Wutu last night. “You really are playing hard to get, seducing me while rejecting me, baring your teeth and biting, then showing weakness and begging. Are you doing this on purpose to get my attention?”

Ying Wutu bit his already injured lower lip, feeling even more ashamed. He dared not speak, hiding his head under the blanket, avoiding her gaze.

Seeing him burrow under the blanket, Jiang Shouzhu yanked it off and laughed, “Where do you think you’re hiding? Weren’t you just negotiating with me? Do you think that pleasing me will grant you mercy? Remember, you have no right to negotiate with me, and… in your half-dead state, I’m worried you’d die halfway through. What makes you so confident you can satisfy me?”

Ying Wutu’s upper body was still unclothed, and with the blanket taken away, he covered his chest with his hands, refusing to speak.

“Playing mute again.” Jiang Shouzhu raised her hand high, pretending to strike…

Ying Wutu shrank into a smaller ball. Being taller than average men and confined to the carriage, there was only so much space to retreat.

“Scared?” Jiang Shouzhu’s hand remained raised.

Ying Wutu didn’t dare to make a sound. Having closed his eyes in fear, he cautiously opened one eye to peek and saw her smiling.

“If you don’t want to be hit again, you need to behave.” Jiang Shouzhu lowered her hand; she hadn’t intended to hit him again.

She knew that with the little rabbit’s high fever, stomach bleeding from her kick, and numerous injuries, hitting him any more might really kill him.

“Since you’re behaving, put on your clothes.” Jiang Shouzhu’s eyes gestured to the shirt on the floor.

The fire in her heart was burning, and looking at the little rabbit’s snow-white chest with her mark on it, watching his Adam’s apple bobbing in fear, and seeing his taut waistline when he curled up, all these scenes made her want to take him right then and there. But doing so now might just kill him.

She had been thinking about this toy for half a year and didn’t want to ruin it in one go. Even if he didn’t die, she didn’t want to spoil their first encounter by not enjoying it fully.

After all, he was her war trophy, and he would never escape her grasp. She could take her time and savor him slowly.

Ying Wutu struggled to his feet after a long effort, still on the couch, stretching out his arm to reach the clothes on the floor…

He couldn’t reach them.

His fingertips strained and strained… just a little more…

“Are you seducing me?”

Jiang Shouzhu, experienced in “battlefields,” couldn’t misread the hint. Her obedient little prince back home loved tracing circles on her body with his fingertips, even during meals. So wasn’t the little rabbit doing the same?

Ying Wutu felt wronged. He wasn’t trying to seduce the wicked woman; he was obediently reaching for the clothes on the floor, but still couldn’t reach.

Jiang Shouzhu took a sip of her now lukewarm tea. Using her shoe tip, she flipped the clothes onto Ying Wutu’s hand, sternly warning, “Behave!”

Ying Wutu, scolded, didn’t dare respond. He finally got his shirt and slowly sat up, putting it on bit by bit…

But his body was still feverish, his stomach hurt badly, and he swayed while sitting, his whole body trembling more exaggeratedly with each breath, hands shaking as he tried to tie the laces.

Jiang Shouzhu’s tea-drinking motion halted mid-air as she observed the little rabbit’s teary, unfocused eyes, cheeks flushed with high fever, and labored breathing from pain. Soft moans of pain escaped his rosy lips…

Added to that, his half-worn clothes revealed glimpses of skin…

Jiang Shouzhu slammed the teacup onto the table, nearly knocking off the lid. She angrily said, “Do you think I really can’t bear to play you to death?”

Ying Wutu was obediently dressing, but with his injuries and illness, it was exceedingly difficult. Before he could finish, he saw her getting angry again.

He was bewildered, not understanding what was wrong with the wicked woman again.

Wasn’t he being obedient?

What more did she want from him!

He cried in frustration.

“Dare to cry? Getting more spirited, huh!”

Jiang Shouzhu splashed the cold tea onto his face.

Ying Wutu was suddenly drenched, his hair wet and dripping. Water trickled down his neck and collarbones…

It flowed into his chest wounds, causing him to whimper. He ignored his half-worn clothes, crying in pain, “So cold… so painful…”

Jiang Shouzhu felt even more annoyed!