Afterwards

​For a long moment, the chamber is silent save for the ragged, overlapping breaths of all three of you.

​Feng Luan collapses forward onto her elbows, trembling from head to toe, utterly spent by your fucking her. Feng Bing gently strokes her mother's damp hair, a soft, reassuring smile playing on her lips.

​"Don't worry, Mother," Feng Bing whispers soothingly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "If you end up conceiving his bastard and want to carry it just like I am carrying mine, we don't have to worry about the elders finding out. We can just blame it all on him later. We'll tell them he was reckless, that he took advantage of your weakened state while you were recovering from your injuries."

​Feng Luan moans softly into the mat, too exhausted to muster any genuine anger.

​Feng Bing turns her head upward, looking at you with an expression of mock-earnest appeal. "You, as our devoted little brother and loyal retainer, would certainly bear the blame and save mother's face, wouldn't you? After all, maybe mother will even have to issue a formal edict for you to be hunted down and killed on sight for your terrible crimes of taking advantage of her weakened constitution. You wouldn't complain about a tiny little death sentence like that, would you?"