(tangent) Liyue dealings

Yanfei’s office in the upper levels of Liyue Harbor still smelled faintly of sea salt and ink.

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She sat behind the wide wooden desk, bare from the waist down, one leg hooked over the armrest so the cool air could reach the sticky mess between her thighs. The last of the bulk maternity filings lay stacked in neat piles in front of her. Twenty-three sailor girls from the special Crux voyage Ningguang had arranged after Inazuma. Plus another nine harbor maids and two kitchen girls from the Jade Chamber staff who had somehow ended up on the same ship “for logistical support.”

Thirty-four confirmed pregnancies. All of them carrying the Traveler’s seed. All of them financially incentivized by the Tianquan herself to take every load he was willing to give.
Beidou had laughed about it for weeks afterward— “Ningguang basically turned my ship into a floating breeding pen and told the girls to milk him dry.”
The paperwork had been a nightmare of overlapping contracts, temporary housing stipends, and carefully worded clauses that protected both the girls’ future Mora and the Qixing’s quiet embarrassment.

Yanfei had just stamped the final maternity-leave approval. Her stamp sat crooked on the page because her free hand had been busy the entire time, two fingers lazily circling her swollen clit while she read.

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She was soaked. Had been for hours. Every time she opened another file and saw another name, another estimated due date, another note about “high volume of exposure during the return voyage,” her cunt clenched. The mental image of Aether on that ship—barely-dressed girls in short sailor tops and nothing underneath, lined up or bent over railings or on their knees in the hold while Beidou watched with that sharp, amused grin—kept looping. Thirty-four wombs filled. Some of the girls had taken him multiple times a day for the entire trip. A few had written in their statements that they stopped counting after the tenth creampie.

Yanfei’s hips gave a small, involuntary roll against her own fingers. A thin strand of slick stretched from her pussy to the leather of the chair when she finally pulled her hand away.

The door opened. A young man in a plain merchant’s coat stepped inside, closing it behind him with a soft click. He looked mid-twenties, a little nervous around the eyes, but the bulge already straining his trousers said he knew exactly what kind of consultation this was.

Yanfei kept her fingers pressed to her cunt as she nodded him toward the chair across the desk.

“Sit. State your name and the matter.”

He sat. His gaze dropped immediately to the hand still working slowly between her thighs, then to the open neckline of her coat. First time. She could tell by the way his throat bobbed.

“Li Wei. I… want legal ownership of my older stepsister. Full rights. So I can use her however I want, whenever I want. Turn her into my personal fucktoy. Permanently.”

Yanfei’s fingers did not stop. A slow, wet sound filled the quiet office as she considered him.

“Stepsister. Shared household or separate residences?”

“Same house. Father remarried when I was twelve. She’s twenty-six now. Never left.”

“Any existing guardianship, debt, or employment contract between you?”

“No.”

Yanfei withdrew her hand, wiped the slick on the edge of the desk blotter, and reached for a fresh legal pad. The movement made her coat shift; one pink nipple slipped free. She left it.

“Then we start with voluntary indenture. Have her sign a personal service contract under Liyue’s private-bond statutes—Section 14, subsection C. You frame it as debt repayment or ‘household contribution.’ Once she signs, you register the bond at the Ministry. After that you can add successive riders: exclusive sexual access, breeding rights, public-use clauses, transferability. Each rider tightens ownership.”

Li Wei was already on his feet. He rounded the desk, eyes fixed on the exposed breast. Yanfei kept writing, voice steady.

“You will need a medical examination clause so any pregnancy is logged as the product of the bond. That protects you from later paternity challenges. Also insert a ‘behavioral modification’ paragraph—allows corporal correction and forced training without voiding the contract.”

His hands closed over both of her tits at once. Fingers dug in, kneading hard, thumbs scraping across the nipples. Yanfei’s pen stuttered for half a second; a soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat. She adjusted her grip and kept writing.

“If she refuses to sign voluntarily, we look at leverage. Any Mora she owes the household, any favor your father still holds over her, any minor legal infraction we can amplify into a fine she cannot pay. Once the debt exists, the bond becomes the only practical repayment. Courts prefer private resolution in family matters.”

Li Wei’s grip tightened. He pinched both nipples and pulled, stretching the soft flesh until Yanfei had to lean forward slightly to ease the pressure. Her voice stayed level, but the words came a fraction slower.

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“After registration you can petition for a formal change of status—personal chattel under private law. Rare, but not unheard of since the recent… adjustments in free-use precedent. I can draft the petition. The language will objectify her completely: refer to her only as ‘the bonded asset,’ list approved orifices, frequency of use, and disposal rights if you ever tire of her.”

He released one breast long enough to shove her coat fully open, then returned to mauling both of them with open palms, squeezing until the soft flesh bulged between his fingers. Yanfei’s hips shifted in the chair. A thin line of slick had already darkened the seat cushion. She did not stop the legal lecture.

“Timeline: three days for the initial bond documents, another five for registration if we expedite. Cost is standard consultation plus filing fees—plus whatever use you take of me during the process. That is already covered by the free-use clause in my retainer.”

Li Wei’s breathing had gone rough. He kept one hand crushing her left breast while the other dropped to his trousers, yanking them open. The heavy cock that sprang free was already flushed dark and leaking.

Yanfei glanced at it once, then returned her eyes to the pad.

“Any questions before we begin drafting the first clause?”