Extra 1: A Jade Flower For The Jade Bottle.

On one random day, Yan Jing returned back to his quarters filled with rage, turning the usual gentleman into one filled with blood-thirst and cruelty. He had just returned from court after dismissing the new desert king from the north, who intended to take Yan Luan as his new queen.

He had made his way towards Yan Luan’s quarters in a hurry before even changing into a normal attire, only to come across an on-going live action in her room.

The now-sixteen years old lady, a year after her adulthood celebration, had bloomed entirely from the young and innocent young lady into a mature and mesmerizing woman. Her stark naked body was streaked with kiss marks, while her body had grown into perfect curves, and under both brother’s unrelenting training, her voice was so alluring and soft that even a word from her could induce an intense nosebleed from a man.

Yan Dao’s perverse actions had only worsened from the start, and as of right now, he had apparently found a bunch of ribbons and was decorating the helpless woman, who was balancing on one leg on the bed.

Her wrists were already bounded together tightly before he had hanged them beautifully on the rosewood railings on the top of the bed, while one of her legs, which were both barely reaching the bed itself, was wrapped around in ribbons and was hanged together with her bounded wrist on the railing, thus forcing her legs into a split.

Yan Dao had two fingers within her drenched softness, digging through her walls with such intensity that her nectar dripped endlessly down her thigh and onto the bed.

“Ah~~ Second brother, not there~!”

Yan Jing had stood by the door as he watched the scenes unfold within the room, the huge beast with hanged from his crotch was already rock solid. The burning anger within his heart grew as her moans reached his ears, it was this exact woman who had somehow charmed the new desert king, and if it wasn’t for his absolute power in military, their sister would’ve been the next desert queen!

“Elder brother, what took you so long? Is that bastard gone? Tsk, why are you clamping down so tightly around my fingers, you slut!”

“That ignorant bastard was willing to provide our country with an entire army, completed with riders and specifically bred warhorses in return for our Ah Luan’s hand. Come, Ah Luan, do let elder brother know about how you had managed to seduce him?” Yan Jing’s words were strained as he reached out towards her bounded twin bunnies. Her torso had, in fact, been bounded tightly in artistic knots, the beautiful ribbons ran across her chest and around her bunnies, there was even a special diamond shaped gap near her belly-button, as if to showcase it. And upon closer inspection, he could see that there were subtle teeth marks on her upright and solid beans.

But perhaps she had been played with for far too long, the usual delicate Yan Luan, who would moan and whimper like a talented slut as she enjoyed them as they did her, cried out in pain at the pinching, “I did not seduce him!”

Her wrists, which were held in place above her head, was sore and in pain, not to mention her trembling softness, which had been played with continuously for the past two hours. His fingers had dug through her walls with no mercy, forcing out her sweet nectar, together with the huge load of seeds he had planted within her from before.

Hmph. Yan Jing glanced at his brother’s tricky fingers, which were buried within her red swollen softness as they drilled through her walls.

“True, being such an alluring slut, a mere glance from Ah Luan would’ve been enough to imprint yourself within any man’s mind. Perhaps your brother and I could no longer satisfy you, hence you offered the desert king your handkerchief, as proof of your interest in him?” Yan Dao continued deeply, before pulling out his fingers from within her and wiping them clean on a handkerchief he had kept within his pocket as he grinned ominously, staining the clean handkerchief with the scent of lust.

Yan Luan recognized the handkerchief instantly as she tried to catch her breath, it was the handkerchief that she had lost in the huge breeze the day she met the desert king when she was on a walk, but unfortunately, her delicate mouth was filled with Yan Jing’s fingers before she could explain, “Mmph~ Mmph~~”

Yan Jing’s fingers had been filled with her own nectar, which was mixed together with Yan Dao’s seeds, and he had slathered her teeth with the slimy mixture, filling her entire mouth with the heavy scent of men before fooling around with her soft tongue.

“Had she already consumed the lactating medication?”

Yan Jing had been busy dealing with the desert king for the past few days, hence he had assigned Yan Dao with the job, but now, he watched as his second brother squeezed one of her bruised bunnies, to no avail.

“She had drank it a few times, but she doesn’t seem to be lactating,” Yan Dao answered in regret.

He wasn’t sure if it was due to the medication, but her already huge pair of bunnies had, in fact, grown larger within these few days, almost falling out of her usual attire too and almost causing him to willingly suffocate himself within them, and recently, they had smelled like milk, but it was very faint.

Yan Jing took his fingers out from her delicate mouth, leaning down to clean the saliva on her chest before making his way to a nearby wooden cupboard, with Yan Dao taking his place instantly, kissing her lips greedily as soon as he had moved away from her.

Her adorable mouth tasted like pure lust, and his eyes narrowed as he relished in the taste, like a starved man finding an oasis in an isolated desert. He grabbed onto her cheeks with a single hand before attempting to suck everything out of her mouth and into his.

When Yan Jing returned, his court attire had already been taken off and his strong and muscular chest was somewhat hidden under the thin layer of his white inner-gown. He held a beautiful box in one hand, before opening it to reveal an exquisite jade bottle with a slim bottleneck.

The jade bottle was about twenty centimeters in length, and was crafted entirely on a huge piece of ivory jade, white the opening of the bottle was about three centimeters in diameter. The body of the beautifully crafted bottle was curved around artistically, demonstrating the absolute skills of the craftsman.

“Elder brother, isn’t this the bottle Ah Luan gave you as a gift to put flowers in, why did you bring it here?”

Yan Jing was wiping the bottle carefully with a slightly damp piece of cloth, before glancing at his sister’s long-desolated softness, “To put flowers in, of course, Ah Luan’s flower, in specific.”

“Don’t!” Yan Luan cried out in shock as she tried to catch her breath from Yan Dao’s rough kisses.

That was the bottle that took Jiang FuYuan and her days of effort to seek such a vivid and complete jade and even more days to convince the grandmaster to craft it into this exact bottle. There is little to no blemish on the exquisite flower bottle at all.

Yan Jing has treasured the gift with his heart, refusing to take it out from its initial box, even. But never in her life could she had known that he had been saving up the bottle for this situation!

He measured the bottle within his hands, it was long and thick, not at all insignificant to their very own meaty beasts that Yan Luan had grown to love.

“Be good, Ah Luan, we will forgive you for seducing the desert king once we collected half a bottle of your sweet nectar.”

Even though Yan Dao was much more ruthless on bed, Yan Jing was actually the brother she feared the most, and that was mainly due to his unusually perverse games.

One time, right after he had shaved her entirely, he had poured half a bottle of wine within her walls and placed some of her shaved pubic hair onto the slit of her softness, as if decorating his personal drink tenderly, before sucking the wine out of her walls, together with the decorative pubic hairs.

And in another instance, he had placed her under the hot summer sun, and as she started to pant at the burning warmth on her naked skin, with the excuse to cooling her down, he had popped a piece of ice within her. The feeling was so intense that she fainted almost immediately, but of course, she had not spoken to him for many days after that.

He was the epitome of perverted thoughts and games, and now… A flower for the jaded bottle, such creativity…

But before she could scream out in retaliation, he had pointed the neck of the bottle towards her drenched softness, and with a soft push, the bottle had entered her walls successfully.

“Ah! It’s too hard!” She cried out in shock, perhaps due to the fact that she had gotten used to her brothers’ meaty beast. This bottle was unlike a human’s warm parts, nor was it crafted in the shape of a dildo, hence she was having trouble adapting to it.

“Ah Luan, do take a look, it seems that your slutty hole loves it a lot, to think that half a bottle had entered effortlessly when all I did was give it a soft push, tsk tsk.”

Yan Luan turned her head to the side, insisting not to look at her shameful self, only for Yan Dao to clamp his hand over the back of her head and pushed it downward, forcing her to look at the beautiful scenery.

It was as described by Yan Jing, her insides were sucking onto the bottle instinctively, as if unwilling for it to fall out.

Suddenly, her eyes went wide with horror as she watched him reaching out towards the bottom of the bottle, and with a grin, he pushed it all the way into her deepest parts.

“Ah!!!”

Her inside were filled and expanded to the brim, she could feel the cooling jade very vividly, sending a sharp thrill up her spine as she threw her head back and let out a shrilled scream in her sudden climax.

“Ah Luan, I would advise you to climax in moderation as you’re wasting all your sweet nectar, just look at the bed beneath you!” Yan Jing shook his head slightly as he massaged her swollen bud softly, “Brother doesn’t intent to take it out from you if it’s not filled at least half by the end of today.”

A numb but intense sensation flowed throw all of her limbs as he caressed her thighs with feathery strokes before going back towards her pulsing bud, while her legs trembled at the lingering effect of a recent climax.

“P…Please have mercy on me, elder brother…” Yan Luan whimpered between her sobbing, “S…Second brother…”