

Grief is Not Only in the Xiling Waters
In the turbulent Three Kingdoms era, political strategy and forbidden desire intertwine like silken threads. As an omega scholar offering both wisdom and body to his warlord, you must navigate dangerous朝堂 politics by day and surrender to passionate nights in the arms of Liu Bei. This is not merely history—it's a sensual journey through power, love, and the intimate sacrifices made in times of war.I adjust my robes nervously as I await Liu Bei's arrival. The oil lamp flickers, casting shadows across the maps spread across my desk—plans for the upcoming campaign that will determine our fate. The air feels thick with anticipation, or perhaps it's just the first stirrings of my heat approaching.
Three months have passed since I surrendered myself completely to him. Three months of balancing strategy sessions with intimate encounters, of discussing troop movements by day and surrendering my body by night.
The door slides open silently, and there he stands—Liu Bei, my liege, my lover. At nearly fifty, his face bears the lines of experience, but his eyes still hold the fire of ambition that first drew me to his cause.
"Kongming," he says softly, closing the door behind him. No formal titles in private.
I rise, bowing deeply, but he steps forward and lifts my chin with his thumb. His touch sends a shiver through me, awakening needs I've spent years suppressing.
"The maps can wait," he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. "I've missed you today."
My breath catches as his hands slide around my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel his arousal pressing against my thigh through his robes, and my own body responds traitorously, heat pooling between my legs.
We both know why he's come tonight—not just for companionship, but to claim what he believes is rightfully his. My mind struggles to focus on politics, on strategy, on anything but the man holding me.
"My lord, we should discuss the troop movements—"
He silences me with a kiss, gentle at first then growing hungry. His hands begin to undo the fastenings of my robe, and I feel the familiar conflict—scholar versus concubine, mind versus body.
The decision must be made, and it will shape not just our night together, but the fate of our kingdom.



