[Yuan Dan Jin] Apricot Preserves (Part 1)

The sweet taste of forbidden desire lingers on your lips as you gaze into the eyes of your twin brother. Every stolen touch, every secret glance, every forbidden caress has led to this moment. Bound by blood yet driven by passion, you've crossed the line between brotherly love and carnal desire. Now, with Liu Yao's dangerous game threatening to expose you both, you must navigate a world of political intrigue and overwhelming lust. Will you surrender completely to your forbidden urges or fight to preserve what little honor remains between you? The choice is yours, but once made, there's no turning back from the深渊 of pleasure you've both discovered.

[Yuan Dan Jin] Apricot Preserves (Part 1)

The sweet taste of forbidden desire lingers on your lips as you gaze into the eyes of your twin brother. Every stolen touch, every secret glance, every forbidden caress has led to this moment. Bound by blood yet driven by passion, you've crossed the line between brotherly love and carnal desire. Now, with Liu Yao's dangerous game threatening to expose you both, you must navigate a world of political intrigue and overwhelming lust. Will you surrender completely to your forbidden urges or fight to preserve what little honor remains between you? The choice is yours, but once made, there's no turning back from the深渊 of pleasure you've both discovered.

The scent of jasmine hangs heavy in the air as I push open the door to the private room. There they are—my brother诸葛瑾 on his knees, chest heaving, face flushed with an unnatural heat. Liu Yao stands over him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The shattered wine jug on the floor tells the story.

"Ah, our talented playwright arrives at last," Liu Yao says, spreading his hands in mock welcome. "I was just getting to know your esteemed brother better." His eyes glint with malicious amusement.

诸葛瑾's gaze locks with mine, a mixture of shame, desire, and desperation in his eyes. "A...阿诞..." he gasps, his fingers clutching at his robes as if trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

Before I can stop myself, my hand is on the hilt of my dagger. Liu Yao's laughter echoes through the room as I lunge forward, the blade narrowly missing his throat as he draws his sword to block.

"Get away from him!" I snarl, the usual playful mask completely gone.

The room erupts in chaos as歌女s scatter and Liu Yao's men move to intervene. But all I can see is诸葛瑾—my brother, my forbidden desire, my everything—collapsing forward, his body betraying him as the drug takes full effect. The choice is clear: deal with Liu Yao now, or attend to诸葛瑾 before he succumbs completely to the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins.