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The dying light cast an orange glow into Jinshi’s room as it filtered through the wooden slat windows. Finally, he could relax. Another day of maintaining the mask, of being what the Emperor required him to be. Regal, charming, perfect. He sighed deeply as he practically fell onto the plush purple chaise, reclining and massaging his temples. Day in and day out he suffered the mindless drivel of bureaucratic fools and the stress-inducing chaos of courtly drama. Fortunately, Gaoshun had noticed Jinshi’s exhaustion at the end of the day and had promised that if any trouble should occur in the night, he would handle it, ensuring Jinshi at least one peaceful evening. He absentmindedly drew patterns in the air with his finger as he lay back and allowed himself to wallow. Oh, and of course, to add on to his mental fatigue, there was the Maomao issue. He was confused by what she did to him. He was used to being the one that enamoured others and had never been on the receiving end before. He found he was perturbed and intoxicated by it at the same time. That look she sometimes gave him, like he was beneath her, some irritating obstacle; it was exciting and new. All of a sudden, images of her flashed through his mind and he felt a shifting in his robes. Tsk, he admonished himself. The night before, he had abstained from his inhibiting elixir. He had told himself he had enough self-control and did not require it, but really he had just been feeling petulant. It seemed merely thinking of her was enough to sharpen his blade, so to speak. It was then that a thought occurred to him. He was alone, guarded by Gaoshun’s promise of privacy, with at least twenty-four hours of unsuppressed vigour lurking in him. How long had it been, he wondered, since he had last let his instincts take hold, since he had last felt pure arousal. Now that the thought had entered his head, he found he could not clear it from his mind. Sitting up a bit, he looked around his room furtively, as if he expected Gaoshun or Suiren to be lurking in a corner, but of course, he was alone. Tentatively, he stood and slipped a shoulder out from his robe, and then the other, letting the upper portion hang, held up by the sash at his waist. He felt electric, his bare chest stippled in goosebumps and his hands tingled in excitement as he undid the sash at his waist and let the robe fall to the floor. Looking down at his underwear, he noticed they were not fitting as well as normal. He ran a hand through his lush hair and muttered, “Seriously? After just one day without the inhibitor?” He momentarily worried if the imprint had been visible through his robe throughout the entire day, but he cast it aside. There was no way Gaoshun wouldn’t have warned him that he appeared significantly uneunuchly. Poking his thumbs under the waistband, he pulled the underwear down and let his manhood bob free in the private air of his room. For a moment, he caught himself staring at it. It had been so long since he had seen it so…ready. The shaft hung down from his pelvis with a noticeable weight, long enough that he would need at least two and a half hands to fully encompass its length. His testicles, which normally resided close to his body, hung loose, the two balls noticeable in their sack. He slowly put a hand around his shaft, noticing with amusement how the girth reminded him of a sword’s handle. He walked over to the chaise again and sat down on it, comforted by the soft upholstery on his bare rear. He spread his legs wide and slowly drew his hand up to the peak of his shaft and back down to the base. He let a soft moan escape his lips as the initial tingles of dopamine began to flood his brain, urging him on. He found couldn’t hold back and started stroking fast as he massaged his other hand along his chest and abs, drawing swirling shapes with a feather-light touch as he tried to eke out as much pleasure as he could. It felt divine. A pure abandonment of the stuffy civility he forced himself to be so devoted to. Every feeling was exquisite, from the weight of his balls bouncing with every stroke to the hazy, single-minded focus clouding his mind. His penis throbbed in his hand as he drove his hand up and down, hunting and searching for a release that he didn’t yet want. He wanted to draw out the moment as long as he could, but the evolutionary instincts in him told him he had to ejaculate, and do it quick. He knew that he was making sounds now, but couldn’t find it in himself to stop. Soft grunts and needy moans emanated from his mouth as fleshy slaps sounded each time his hand reached the base of his penis, the beat a furious allegro. He knew he had to finish soon, to silence himself before he was discovered.
Maomao snuck around out on the grassy portion of the courtyard, quickly gathering herbs and checking on the new ones she had planted. With Suiren as her new leadhand, she had been finding less and less time to tend to her passion. She stuck to the shadows, wary of getting caught out at such a late hour. As she tiptoed over to a patch of herbs near Jinshi’s room, she heard a sound that gave her pause, or rather a steadily repeating series of sounds. Her ears pricked up and a lecherous smile grew on her face. While it certainly wasn’t a sound she had wanted to become used to, she knew it when she heard it from her days at the brothel. Hah, what could the sparkling eunuch be up to? She thought to herself as she imagined some military official sequestered in the room with Jinshi. Unable to suppress her curiosity, she crept to Jinshi’s door and pushed it open as silently as she could. Beholding the sight inside, she had to cover her mouth to hide her gasp. There it was. Irrefutable proof of her barely acknowledged suspicions. Jinshi was certainly not a eunuch. There he was reclined on his chair facing the door, his legs spread wide and his head thrown back to the ceiling as he desperately stroked his member. The organ was heavenly like the rest of his chiselled body and Maomao felt her thighs clench involuntarily at the secret show she was receiving. But perhaps more powerful in her mind than her sudden arousal was her intrigue. If Jinshi wasn’t a eunuch then could her other hunches be correct? Could he really be the secret prince? And if, as the evidence before her so obscenely suggested, he wasn’t a eunuch then how did he hide the weapon he wielded so well? Surely, if anyone were to get even a glimpse the stability in the palace would crumble. Wait, Maomao thought as the currents of an idea flowed through her head, I had considered using his scent as an aphrodisiac before, but if I could get my hands on his ejaculate… She felt an excited energy bubble up in her as she imagined the potential power of his ingredient. It would surely craft the most deadly and unignorable aphrodisiac in existence. She had to have it. Quietly, she opened the door and slipped in, closing it behind her. Jinshi was still lost in his lust, his eyes closed. She took stealthy steps toward him until she stood an arms-length from his debauched form, able to hear the desperate groans flowing from his pursed lips. She felt light, wet droplets hitting her cheek and brushed it with her finger to give it a taste. Hmm, not bad, she thought as she noticed the moist pre-cum beading at his spasming tip. Wiping her hand on her robe, she said with a sly grin, “Good evening, Jinshi-sama.” Jinshi’s eyes flew open, his violet irises wide with terror. He reacted as if he had been struck with lightning, leaping up and hurdling his chaise to hide behind it.
“Apothecary! You- What- Why are you here?!” he stammered as fear, anger, embarrassment and a tinge of lingering arousal flashed across his face.
“Well, Jinshi-sama, I had just been pottering around my garden when I heard odd noises coming from your room. As an apothecary I felt it was my duty to come and check that you weren’t having a medical emergency.” Maomao said, her wide grin still flashing at Jinshi who crouched behind the chair.
“I wasn’t.” he said lamely.
“Hmm, are you sure?” she teased, “I must say you are the first person I’ve met who has grown back such a… large appendage. Or wait, perhaps you weren’t ever a eunuch?!” she said with mock surprise.
“You can’t say anything! Ever, about any of this!” he begged, his face glowing red.
“Oh, but that will be so difficult. News like this, that the most beautiful eunuch retains a certain vital organ, well, I’m not sure I could stop myself.”
“Apothecary… Maomao, please! This is really important, people can’t know. I’ll do anything, I’ll build you a lab right here at my residence, I’ll get you a hundred ox bezoars, anything!” He said as he stood up to enunciate his sincereness, momentarily forgetting his exposed state. Maomao’s eyes immediately locked on to his still-hard shaft with a look that was less lustful than it was possessive. He quickly dropped back down behind the chair. Maomao’s mind raced at his proposals, they sounded too good to be true and she was thoroughly tempted. No, if I play my pieces right I can get those things from him later, focus.
“Well, there is something I want.” She said suavely.
“Name it, please!”
“Your semen.” Jinshi’s head whipped up to her face. What she had asked for had only occurred in his deepest fantasies, but looking into those fierce, excited eyes, he had a feeling she didn’t want it in the same way he had imagined.
“Are you… are you serious?” he managed to choke out. Maomao leaned over the chair, taking away Jinshi’s privacy screen,
“Jinshi-sama, do I not look serious?” She clearly did and Jinshi gulped.
“And… and if it give it to you, you’ll keep quiet?”
“As the dead.” She affirmed, “Now, get to it!” she ordered.
“It? What? Do you mean... it?”
“Yes, Jinshi-sama,” she let loose an exasperated sigh, “Go back to what you were doing before I came in. I need to collect your ejaculate to create the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.” That last line gave Jinshi pause, but hearing Maomao say, in a round about way, that she wanted him to cum for her overrode any basic sense in his mind. He stood up to his full height and cautiously let his hands fall to his sides to reveal his still eager cock. “Well, go on.” Maomao coaxed. Jinshi awkwardly wrapped his hand once more around his member and stroked. He found himself even harder than he was before, but he also felt far more reserved with an audience. Maomao sighed, “What happened to all that fervour I saw earlier?”
“I… I’m embarrassed,” he said, blushing, “It’s not so easy to do this with an audience.” Maomao thought for a moment before shrugging,
“Well, it can’t be helped.” She said as she undid the sash at her waist and shrugged out of her robe, revealing the small yet still shapely mounds of her breasts “I know it’s not much, but will this help encourage you?” Jinshi’s mind went entirely blank. He found himself hypnotized. In his line of work he was exposed to the wiles of the feminine form regularly, but he only saw the bodies of the concubines as weapons, tools to curry favour with the Emperor. Maomao was different. She was pure, her body held no poison, despite her tastes. It simply existed, and Jinshi was infatuated. He felt his hand pick up speed on his shaft.
“It does, Maomao, thank you.” He groaned as he felt the muscles in his thighs tense.
“Oh, really? That’s very good, Jinshi-sama. Keep on going, give me all the cum I need.”
“Oh my… fuck.” Jinshi whimpered, taken aback by the dirty words coming from the face that had imprinted in his mind.
“Hmm, did you like that? Did you like when I tell you how badly I want you to cum?” Maomao laughed, pleased with the power of her words. She brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them, the soft flesh settling in her palms, “Come on, Jinshi-sama, be a good master and give your apothecary everything you have.”
“Maomao,” he groaned, “I think I’m gonna cum, it’s happening soon. Fuck, you’re too pretty I can’t stop my hand.” His pace was now frantic, the force of his jerking splattering Maomao’s bare breasts in his pre-cum.
“Mmmm, you better not stop Jinshi-sama, empty your big, manly balls for your Maomao.”
“Arghhh, fuck, I’m cumming for you Maomao!” he roared through gritted teeth. Maomao quickly reached into the pouch at her belt and brought out an empty bottle of alcohol. She lunged forward and grabbed Jinshi’s pulsing cock and angled it toward the opening of the bottle. At the feeling of her touching his penis, Jinshi felt his knees go weak and he crumpled to the floor as his whole body tensed up and his shaft dumped spurt after spurt into the bottle. Maomao followed him down to the kneeling position, never letting his cock stop pouring its load into the bottle.
“Oh, so much, Jinshi-sama! Thank you!” she said as she listened to his rapid breathing and the goopy squelching of his cum filling the bottle. When she felt the frequency of his cock’s throbs begin to peter out, she let go of him and looked in the bottle. “Nearly all full! This is wonderful!” she said, her eyes wide with the possible money and acclaim she could gain with this newly acquired ingredient. She stood, leaving Jinshi’s sweat coated, panting body kneeling on the floor. Jinshi looked up at her and with deep breaths said,
“So, you won’t say anything?” he gasped.
“Not a word, Jinshi-sama.” She said as she pulled the top half of her robe back on. While she slowly began to back out of the room, a drop of Jinshi’s cum started to dribble out of the bottle she clutched. With a deft finger she scooped up the droplet and brought it to her lips. “Mmmm, still nice and warm,” she smiled at the uncontained whimper she heard escape from Jinshi’s lips, “Well, good night, Jinshi-sama, and if this ingredient works well I’ll be back for more.” With an excited smirk, Maomao slipped out of Jinshi’s room. He rolled over and fell onto his back on the floor in the now quiet and empty room, trying to catch his breath. He knew that whatever infatuation he had held for her before had now been doubled. She held a power over him that no person had wielded before, and as he lay there descending from his climax he realized he quite liked it.