Does It Feel Good?

North of the Undead Mountain Range, on a mountain ridge, a hundred pitch-black tents had been set up. Spiked fences surrounded them, forming a small camp.

From time to time, soldiers clad in black armor and brimming with killing intent patrolled back and forth around the camp.

Anyone in the know would have been shocked. These soldiers were no ordinary troops—they were the Golden Leaf Dynasty's most renowned Black Armored Army.

Of course, although the Black Armored Army nominally belonged to the Golden Leaf Dynasty, who didn't know that they were actually the Nord Family's direct forces?

The Black Armored Army had fought its way through blood and fire. Their formidable combat strength had made every nation and faction that opposed them blanch at the mere mention of their name.

The Black Armored Army was not large. Against an establishment of one hundred thousand soldiers per army, their mere twelve thousand men meant they were severely undermanned.

There were a hundred tents here, with four Black Armored Soldiers in each one. In other words, four hundred members of the Black Armored Army were stationed here—the equivalent of one battalion.

One battalion of the Black Armored Army was already no small force.

An ordinary army, even with ten times their numbers, would be slaughtered and scattered like fallen flowers and flowing water if it faced a single battalion of the Black Armored Army.

The soul of the Black Armored Army had been forged by the Nord Family, and it was also the family's greatest source of support. The reason the emperors of the Golden Leaf Dynasty had never dared move against the Nord Family was, to a large extent, the existence of the Black Armored Army.

At that moment, inside the command tent of the Black Armored Army's camp, a burly young man sat bare-chested, intently studying a map of the Undead Mountain Range spread across the table, crisscrossed with countless lines.

The young man's features looked as though they had been carved by knives and axes. His sturdy muscles bulged, and a roaring tiger was tattooed across his chest, its head positioned over his two iron-hard pectoral muscles.

As his chest muscles trembled, the tiger seemed to grow ever more lifelike, as though it had come alive.

He was Huai'an Nord, Qi Bei's elder brother by the same mother, and one of the three commanders of the Black Armored Army.

The Black Armored Army had thirty battalions, with one commander appointed over every ten. Huai'an Nord, who had only recently passed the age of twenty, already held immense power and status.

"Little brother, where are you, exactly? Big brother refuses to believe you died just like that." Huai'an Nord slammed his fist heavily onto the table. He could never forget how, before their mother died in childbirth while giving birth to Qi Bei, she had wept and clutched his hand, making him promise to take good care of his little brother. He had been only five years old at the time.

Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and two overly pretty young soldiers carrying pastries and tea walked in.

"Commander, have something to eat. I made all of this myself." The young soldier with a small red mole between her willow brows spoke softly. Her voice was sweet and melodious, unmistakably that of a girl.

Huai'an Nord raised his head. Looking at the girl disguised as a man, he felt a headache coming on.

This girl was no ordinary person. She was none other than Princess Ruixue of the Golden Leaf Dynasty.

Ten days earlier, Princess Ruixue had sneaked out of the Imperial Palace with a maid and come to the perilous Undead Mountain Range to find him.

Princess Ruixue was breathtakingly beautiful and gentle by nature. Everyone knew of her feelings for him.

Huai'an Nord was a vigorous young man, and on that particular day, he had just found a jade pendant Qi Bei had lost. Believing that something had happened to his little brother, he had been overcome with grief.

At that moment, Princess Ruixue had gently comforted him at his side, and the ** inside him had ignited just like that.

After a night of **, Princess Ruixue, still a virgin, endured her discomfort and allowed him, somewhat crazed, to take whatever he wanted from her again and again.

Once he had sobered up, Huai'an Nord knew that things had gone too far. The conflict between the Imperial Family and the Nord Family was irreconcilable. Besides, Huai'an Nord had been betrothed to Feng Ruoyun, the eldest daughter of the Feng Family, since childhood.

If Princess Ruixue married him, his engagement to Feng Ruoyun would have to be called off, and the alliance between the Nord Family and the Feng Family would develop a rift.

Furthermore, if he became the Imperial Family's son-in-law, how could the Nord Family feel safe letting him continue to command troops?

However, Huai'an Nord was a man who dared to take responsibility for his actions. Since matters had come to this, he would not evade them. He had already sent his father a truthful account of what had happened, and he believed that, with his father's wisdom, a proper solution would surely be found.

Princess Ruixue gazed somewhat infatuatedly at Huai'an Nord's robust body. She walked softly behind him, and her jade-like hands began kneading his shoulders.

As she kneaded, Princess Ruixue's breathing suddenly quickened. Her little hands changed from pressing to stroking.

Having only just experienced the pleasures between man and woman, she was at the stage of craving more after her first taste.

Huai'an Nord caught Princess Ruixue's little hand, lifted her straight up, and set her on the enormous table. With one rough tug of his large hand, he had stripped Princess Ruixue bare like a little white lamb, then pressed his sturdy body down upon her.

Soft gasps and moans immediately rang out. Nearby, the pretty maid watched this living spring palace unfold.

Among the upper classes of the Golden Leaf Dynasty, it was perfectly normal for maids to watch their masters engage in the pleasures between man and woman. Most master families did not avoid intimacy in front of their personal maids.

A personal maid's purpose was precisely to warm the bed. When her master's desire arose, she was also expected to join the fray.

The maid's pretty face was flushed. Her eyes were lowered, and her hands were folded before her, making her seem extremely shy.

Yet no one noticed that the gaze beneath her lowered lashes was utterly dark, while faint black light seeped out from between her folded hands.

Qi Bei held Yao Rao, who was as cold as a block of ice, while the chill radiating from her body left him numb with cold.

If not for the inner force circulating wildly within him, the cold would have invaded his heart meridians and killed him long ago.

Embracing an unparalleled beauty should have been an incomparably sensual experience, but for Qi Bei it was the most agonizing torment. Even his little brother had been frozen nearly numb. What was there to call sensual about that?

Fortunately, this was already the ninth day. After one more episode tomorrow, the strange cold poison in Yao Rao's body should stop flaring up.

And every morning, his little brother still stood proudly against Yao Rao's body, which gave Qi Bei a little consolation. At least his little brother was holding up—he had not withered in the prime of his youth.

Yao Rao also seemed to tacitly permit him to rub against her and take advantage of her every morning. Perhaps that counted as a form of thanks and compensation. As for whether there were any feelings involved, whenever Qi Bei asked about it, she always answered with cold sarcasm.

Over these nine days, Qi Bei had nearly always fallen asleep exhausted after overexerting his inner force. However, this had brought him an unexpected surprise: his inner force was growing several times faster than before.

Qi Bei woke up groggily. He suddenly felt his palm wrapped around something smooth, slippery, and warm. He squeezed it instinctively. This sensation...

Qi Bei suddenly realized what was happening. He opened his eyes wide, only to see Yao Rao glaring fiercely at him from his arms. At some point, his hand had slipped beneath her collar and was clutching one of her soft breasts.

"Does it feel good?" Yao Rao asked seductively, but her sweet, delicate voice carried a chilly menace.

Qi Bei pulled his hand back like a bolt of lightning, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"Doesn't it feel good?" Yao Rao's tone grew even colder.

Damn it! Qi Bei hurriedly nodded again.

"Feels good? Do you still want to touch it?" Yao Rao leaned her face close to Qi Bei's. Her orchid-like fragrance brushed across his lips.

Qi Bei rolled his eyes. Do whatever you want. Putting on a shameless face, he said, "It feels amazing. It'll be even better if I get to touch it every day."

"Then touch it again." The corner of Yao Rao's mouth curled upward.

Qi Bei really did reach out. Damn, if you're letting me touch it, did you really think I wouldn't dare?