TRT -Chapter 61 Farewell, Virgin

The onlookers were astonished to see their brutal young master using an unbelievably gentle tone to calm the person in his arms, then lightly pecking her lips and earnestly saying:

“Minmin, I’m going to sing a love song for you now.”

Everyone’s eyes widened, ears perked up—singing? The young master is going to sing?! This… is shocking! Terrifying! Earth-shattering! Honestly, compared to this, hearing that the young master would behead everyone here seems almost easier to accept… (Whitefur, you brutal… xx…)

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared blankly toward the main tent. The faint glow of the fire illuminated their young king’s handsome, commanding face, his upright and imposing figure, his long, elegant robe flapping in the whistling wind across the vast grasslands…

The king’s singing wasn’t the best, nor the loudest, but it was the most heartfelt… like the endless sky over the desert, like an eagle soaring above the steppe, like a fierce wind carrying a gentle warmth… Each word expressed love, each note saturated with emotion… a touch of helplessness, a touch of indulgence, all wrapped in love…

*“You, who fell from the sky,
Landing upon my horse…
Your jade-like face, clear watery eyes,
A faint smile sets my heart aflame…

You, who never look back,
Spread your wings,
Seeking direction ahead,
One smile lights up my whole life…

Amid the countless people,
Feel the brilliance around you,
Eyes unseen,
Do they hide a trace of tears?

I don’t have that power,
Even if I try to forget, I cannot,
Only waiting for the dark night,
To dream once more of the girl I will forever love…”*

The intense emotion in his voice left everyone silent. Even the drunken Minmin sat quietly in Whitefur’s arms, blinking her eyes and listening, lost in thought…

“It’s finished,” Whitefur said, affectionately tapping Minmin’s nose. “Do you like it?”

“Whitefur…” Minmin hugged his neck and said earnestly, “I remember this song—I sold it for three taels of silver.”

“Mm, I bought it. Do you like it?”

“I like it.” Minmin smiled sweetly and beautifully… (Was it the song she liked, or the three taels of silver?)

“Well… aren’t you going to return the favor?” Whitefur lowered his head, nipping her earlobe and licking it. “If you don’t, I’ll eat you.”

“No way!” Minmin decisively refused, grabbed his face, and kissed him hard! After straightening up and licking her lips, she announced with bright eyes:

“If anyone’s eating, it’s me eating you!”

There were sharp intakes of breath all around, and the tent was filled with the sound of dishes breaking… Whitefur just licked his bitten lip silently…

Like a monkey, Minmin nimbly slid from Whitefur’s arms, shakily mounted a small horse. The servants tried to stop her, worried, but Whitefur forbade them. He mounted Nightblade himself and followed behind at a leisurely pace, sometimes like a guard, sometimes like a stroll… For a moment, under the night sky on the grasslands, the two and their horses looked perfectly content… The sound of hooves clattered beautifully across the darkened steppe… Minmin’s cheeks were flushed, the wine had warmed her eyes with a soft blush, and her gaze rippled like water, incredibly alluring… The wind lifted her silk dress as if she were floating among clouds, gently swaying, the warm breeze both dizzying and comforting…

“Blue, blue clouds in the sky,
Willows by the flowing river,
Jade hands lift the whip, horses move,
Moon rising above the willow tips.”

Minmin’s sweet and melodious singing drifted across the grasslands, stirring hearts in subtle ways…

“Red, red beautiful face,
Softly furrowed brows,
Flying needles stitch the purse,
Longing lingers in the heart.
Wind flows,
Water runs long,
Brother walks on the horizon,
Since ancient times, beauties love heroes,
A promise worth a thousand gold coins to the end.”

She sang as she rode, night winds blowing, her robes fluttering as if she might soar into the sky at any moment. Alarmed, Whitefur reached out to hold her!

“Minmin! You…”

“Hm?” Minmin glanced at him obliquely, tilting her head with a faint smile, utterly adorable and charming! He felt heat rush through him, his blood boiling! The cheers of onlookers seemed blocked out, leaving only Minmin standing beautifully before him…

“Minmin…” He wrapped his arms around her soft waist and, with a slight force, drew her into his embrace. Nightblade seemed to understand, carrying the two of them slowly toward the palace…

“Minmin, you are mine… mine…” He held her tightly, burying his face in her fragrant neck, kissing and nibbling… The person in his arms began wriggling impatiently…

“Mm… uh, so hot… Whitefur, turn on the AC…” She tugged at her collar, starting to undress herself…

“Minmin, don’t! Not here, do it for me back in the palace.” He licked her ear and kissed her cheek…

“AC… uh uh!” Her mouth was covered…

He leaned in for a deep kiss. “Minmin, I like you so much… do you like me?”

“Li… like you… you… you… you are my rose, my flower, la la la, flower flower flower,” she sang and wriggled.

He groaned skyward… “Here we go again…”

Palace bedroom.

Whitefur: “Let go!”

Minmin clung to Spoon, rolling together. “Mm” (nasal, denying)

Whitefur, gritting his teeth: “Who exactly are you sleeping with!?”

Minmin, smiling foolishly: “Mao Mao…”

Whitefur: “… (Mao Mao? My new nickname?)”

Spoon: “… (Mao Mao? My fur?)”

Whitefur shamelessly lectured: “Minmin, you just said in front of everyone that you’d eat me… you can’t go back on your word… otherwise… I’ll eat you instead, I don’t mind.”

Minmin immediately tossed Spoon aside and stood up. “No way! If you eat me, I lose! I’ll eat you!”

Whitefur, lazily smiling: “Fine, come on.”

Minmin, striking a queenly pose: “Then… I’m going to be aggressive! Yes, I’ll force you! You, take off your clothes!”

Whitefur, lying down stretching: “If you’re going to force me, why would I undress myself?”

Minmin, stunned for a moment, then nodded: “You’re right, then I’ll take them off.”

After some fiddling…

Whitefur: “What’s wrong?”

Minmin, pouting: “Can’t undo it…”

Whitefur: “Then tear it! Show some force!”

After the sound of tearing fabric…

Minmin, drooling and fumbling: “White… Whitefur… your skin is so nice, tight and elastic, feels so good, so sexy…”

Whitefur, slightly pleased, continued to coach shamelessly: “Minmin… aren’t you going to eat me? Why just hands, no mouth?”

Minmin obediently began licking and nibbling…

Whitefur, breathing heavily: “Minmin… forcing and nibbling are different… cannot just nibble… ah!! Who told you to bite?!!”

Finally losing patience, Whitefur flipped Minmin beneath him: “Fine, I’ll demonstrate once for you! Not again!”

Minmin, cautious: “…I won’t pay tuition!”

Whitefur, smiling meaningfully: “Relax, you already have.”

Minmin lay down, relieved… (Hey, hey!!)

Their tongues explored, deep kisses—fierce yet lingering, stealing breaths, racing hearts. Long fingers undid the buttons and loosened the belt…

“Mm! I… can’t… uh…!” Minor struggles easily subdued. Brain oxygen-starved, Minmin’s vision blurred, breaths entangled, bodies entwined, temperature rising, every inhale burning like fire… Fingers danced across her skin, sparking desire… Most sensitive spots, most intense sensations, every stimulated finger trembling… couldn’t take it… couldn’t take it!

“No… don’t… don’t!” Struggling to escape, yet caught by his strong arms, wings clipped, feathers torn… “Don’t run, Minmin… don’t run…” No escape, returned to this scorching chest… who melts?

A series of kisses flitted across her bare back. Minmin’s hands trembled supporting her weight, discovering how sensitive her spine was! One hand moved from neck to chest, the other slid between her legs… Natural instinct of thighs, fragile collarbone punished with a bite, muffled moan, hands relaxed, fully in his grasp… Rolling over, their bodies pressed tightly together! So close she could feel his tremble, the hardness beneath her triggering instinctive fear and retreat…

“No… not coming… not coming! I’m not coming…” Struggling, writhing, skin rubbing, tearful eyes… only made him more restless! Breath heavier, lower body aching, crying for more stimulation… “Minmin… don’t move…” Throat burning hoarse, one hand holding the restless body beneath, other hand urgently separating her legs, fixing her long, supple limbs at his waist… A cool, delicate touch aroused him… refreshing scent, slight tremble, half-closed eyes, sparkling tears, skin flushed pink, dotted with signs of lust… “Minmin, you’re so beautiful…” He couldn’t help kissing gently while thrusting firmly… She shuddered, stiffened, screams and moans swallowed in deep kisses…

“Relax… Minmin…”

“So painful… uh uh… Whitefur, you… pervert… uh uh…”

“Good, I’m a pervert, a big pervert… relax…”

“I’ll kill you… uh uh… I’ll kill you…”

“Fine, after we’re done… you can kill me… relax, legs wider…”

“No… not fair… why only I’m hurting… you’re… so good… ah! You! Where did you touch?!! You, ah ah…”

“Minmin, relax… my back’s bleeding from your scratches… here? Hehe…” He thrust harder…

“Uh… I’ll… bite you to death… uh ah… mm…”

“Good, come bite my mouth…”

Upper and lower movements continued simultaneously…

“Ah… Minmin, you’re amazing… don’t hold back… scream, I want to hear you…”

“Uh uh mm… (crying) …too… much… so many times… I don’t want… coming…”

“No.”

“Uh ah… ah… uh… how… how long…”

“…Only halfway.”

“I can’t live… uh uh… I’ll find someone impotent… wow! Ah ah ah… you… what are you doing…”

“You said… who to find?”

“Uh uh… mm… I… I was wrong…”

Punitive upper and lower movements continued…

“Minmin… I love you so much…”

“Whitefur… uh… I’m so hungry…” (It’s late at night…)

“No talking about that.”

“Then… what to say…”

“Minmin… call my name…”

“Uh ah… Wh-Whitefur… Whitefur… Whitefur fur…”

“…Better keep quiet…”

Mouths moving simultaneously… (TT little rascal, I’m the rogue this time…)

And so it went…

When day finally overcame the night on the bed, the sun was born…

“Ling yaaaaahhhhhh!!!” Collapsing! Kisses wildly!! Clothes ripped!!! Legs spread on shoulders…

“Idiot, wrong script!”

With a cold voice, a flash of the blade!

The would-be attacking author fell into a pool of blood, a small animal protector, A-shao, left with the elegance of a swordsman in the sunset… The small Ling clutched her messy clothes, terrified, murmuring: “W-why…”

The author, crawling up, tears in eyes, held Ling’s hand: “Ling, look, I drew Q-version of the male and female leads from ‘Transmigration’ (link:) I’m… so moved 555555. By the way, I think the second picture is the best.”

Ling remained stiff… “Then… why tear my clothes…”