Matriarchy: Claiming the Beloved Young Lord

[A physically powerful female general vs. a proud, aloof male lead fallen on hard times vs. a business-minded second male lead who disguises himself as a woman vs. a seductive, beautiful male bodyguard. Bad or happy ending, no torment for the heroine, only for the men]

“Save your breath. If you have something to discuss, get to the point. My time as the heir isn't for indulging you in this clumsy charade.”

Yan Changqiu's carefully feigned vulnerability and coyness vanished without a trace.

His face turned pale, then red, and his fingers gripped his sleeve tightly.

Yan Changqiu thought of the illustrated manual the brothel keeper had given him, with all the things it said women liked.

“This time, I can give you an antidote pill.”

“What does Young Master Yu want in return?”

“What I want is... you.” Yu Zhao suddenly leaned toward her.

“But how can you guarantee that you'll get a daughter out of this?”

- - - -

“Master, is this pressure right?” Feng Ke massaged her calf, alternating between firm and gentle.

Shen Chu suddenly sat up and planted her bare foot on his chest, which was covered in red marks.

Feng Ke wrapped his hand around the sole of her foot and ran his fingertips up her skin.

“Feng Ke...” Shen Chu raised a hand to stop him. “We spent all night at it. Isn't that enough?”