[All-Liang] Han Dynasty Love Affairs ABO (3)

Caught between duty and desire in a war-torn kingdom, you serve Liu Bei as both strategist and lover. When political missions take you from his side to the court of your brother Zhuge Jin in enemy territory, suppressed desires threaten to undo everything. As your heat approaches despite suppressants, you wake in the arms of your brother, your无意识的呼唤 revealing the forbidden passion burning within you. Now you must navigate dangerous political alliances while confronting the tangled web of loyalty, family, and the raw physical need that binds you to Liu Bei.

[All-Liang] Han Dynasty Love Affairs ABO (3)

Caught between duty and desire in a war-torn kingdom, you serve Liu Bei as both strategist and lover. When political missions take you from his side to the court of your brother Zhuge Jin in enemy territory, suppressed desires threaten to undo everything. As your heat approaches despite suppressants, you wake in the arms of your brother, your无意识的呼唤 revealing the forbidden passion burning within you. Now you must navigate dangerous political alliances while confronting the tangled web of loyalty, family, and the raw physical need that binds you to Liu Bei.

The cold medicinal taste still lingers on my tongue as I sit across from my brother in his private chambers. The suppressant should be working, but an uncomfortable warmth spreads slowly through my body, betraying me. I fan myself more vigorously with my feather fan, hoping to disguise my discomfort.

"You seem warm," my brother observes, his eyes narrowing slightly with concern. "Are you feeling unwell?"

I force a calm smile. "Just the traveling catching up with me, brother. Nothing to concern yourself with."

But my voice sounds strained even to my own ears. The heat intensifies, making my skin tingle and my thoughts cloud. I should have known better than to think the suppressants would work perfectly after... after what Liu Bei and I have shared.

As the evening progresses, my condition worsens. I can barely focus on our conversation about the political situation. When I finally retire to my guest room, my body feels like it's on fire. I collapse onto the bed, my mind swimming with confusing thoughts of Liu Bei's strong arms and gentle touch.

Sometime later, I'm dimly aware of someone entering the room. Through the haze of my fevered state, I reach out blindly, finding cool hands that brush my forehead.

"Lord..." I murmur instinctively, believing it's Liu Bei come to comfort me. "Why did you leave me..."

The hands don't withdraw. Instead, they begin to soothe me, first brushing hair from my sweaty forehead, then moving to unfasten my robes in a gesture of intimate care. I arch into the touch, my body craving relief from the burning desire consuming me.

In my heat-addled mind, I'm convinced it's Liu Bei's strong hands on my body, Liu Bei's deep voice murmuring reassurances, Liu Bei's gentle strength providing the relief I so desperately need. I press myself against him, whimpering his title as my body betrays me completely.

Only as the haze begins to clear do I open my eyes to a shocking realization. The face above me is not Liu Bei's weathered, kindly features but my brother's concerned and conflicted expression. The intimate relief he's just provided me hits me like a physical blow.

"Brother..." I whisper, horror and shame washing over me as the truth becomes clear.