Chapter 76 The Bloodthirsty Admiral Who Keeps a Mistress in a Golden House 5

Huo Jin's expression remained unchanged. "I didn't touch it."

He looked at the emperor, a bitter smile on his lips, and said, "Your Majesty, you know my situation. Please, Your Majesty, do not bestow women upon me in the future. I can look but not touch them. I feel very aggrieved."

Rather than that, you would be better to reward me with more gold and silver treasures. I am vulgar and only like gold and silver.

Of course, he wouldn't say that he had a huge physical reaction in front of that palace maid today.

The emperor had always coveted him, and he had killed people and served as a target for him. He pretended to be stupid to avoid becoming his subject. He could handle such a trivial matter on his own.

The emperor knew that Huo Jin wasn't into that kind of thing; he was indifferent to both men and women. It wasn't just because of his physical condition; many other eunuchs also enjoyed playing with women.

But the more he acted this way, the more the emperor felt he was special, like a flower on a high mountain, noble and untouched by worldly dust.

Such a wonderful person is so naturally deserving of the desire to profane her.

But he was still wary, and felt it was pointless to force someone, so he wanted Huo Jin to continue being his tool. Therefore, like a man sharing his prey, he would occasionally reward Huo Jin with women.

I can't bear to see him unable to enjoy that intoxicating, soul-stirring pleasure.

"No, what I give you is always the best."

The emperor deliberately put on a stern face and tried to touch Huo Jin's hand, but Huo Jin subtly moved it away and picked up the ink stick to start grinding ink.

The emperor smiled, not angry at all, and his gaze fell on the man's long, fair fingers, which were as delicate as bamboo joints.

“This time is different. She is the most capable person by the Imperial Concubine’s side. The Imperial Concubine originally wanted to release a good girl from the palace to get married and live an ordinary life. I thought she was good, but I insisted on giving her to you. If you leave her to live a lonely life in her boudoir and live like a widow, I and the Imperial Concubine will not be able to explain it. Do you understand?”

In short, the goal is to let Huo Jin experience this kind of taste.

The purpose behind this is intriguing.

The emperor disdained using force, but that didn't mean he would give up easily. From a man's perspective, he knew all too well how terrifying a young man could be after he had his first sexual experience, and perhaps Huo Jin was no exception...

With these ulterior motives in mind, the emperor repeatedly instructed Huo Jin to give it a try. Whether it would work or not, it wasn't just talk; action would tell.

His tone was both stern and threatening, "Little brat, I know you've been keeping Huo Wu as a mistress, but her status is too low. I will never allow you to develop genuine feelings for her!"

Huo Jin finally emerged from the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a dark expression.

Little Carp wanted to go up and say a few words to him, but seeing his expression, she obediently retreated.

After leaving the palace, Huo Jin did not go straight back to his residence, but instead went to the most famous brothel in the capital.

Here, beautiful women in elegant attire and extravagant lifestyles abound; all kinds of courtesans are available.

Huo Jin took out a stack of silver notes and said to the madam, "I want the prettiest and hottest ones."

The madam smiled ambiguously, her bright red lips curving deeply. "Understood, sir. Please have a seat in the boudoir, and I will make the arrangements for you."

Huo Jin remained silent, her beauty radiant and captivating.

The drunken, decadent men in the room were subconsciously captivated by his eyes and couldn't wait to approach him and flirt with him.

These people are regulars at entertainment venues, men and women. As long as they are good-looking and pleasing to the eye, what does it matter?

But when he saw the gold medal from the Eastern Depot on Huo Jin's waist, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The alcohol-induced brain cleared up considerably in an instant. "...So it's a high-ranking official from the Eastern Depot. I was blind to your greatness. I was wrong. I'll slap myself right now!"

The crisp, snapping sounds drowned out the various noises coming from inside the building.

Huo Jin lowered her long eyelashes slightly, and a fleeting, chilling killing intent flashed in her beautiful peach blossom eyes as she slowly went upstairs.

The man was so frightened that he almost lost his mind and sat on the ground for a long time, unable to come to his senses.

As soon as Huo Jin entered the room, he sat down and began drinking.

He paid a lot of money, and it's said that not just anyone is qualified to enter this boudoir.

After Huo Jin had finished drinking a pot of wine, the madam finally arrived late with her concubine.

The flower maiden's face was veiled, and she held a round fan in her hand. Her waist was slender and her figure was graceful. Her exposed eyebrows and eyes were even more charming.

She's clearly a stunning beauty.

Huo Jin's lips curled slightly, seemingly quite interested. The madam breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and nudged the girl, saying, "Xiangling, serve the master well."

Xiangling said "okay" sweetly in a spring-like tone.

She was the most beautiful courtesan in the brothel, selling her art but not her body. She commanded a high price and only entertained dignitaries and nobles.

She was very angry because her mother had grabbed her without saying a word.

Where did this nouveau riche come from? Just because you have money doesn't mean you're all that.

However, upon seeing the person in question, Xiangling's affectionate eyes seemed to want to be glued to Huo Jin.

Oh dear, you should have said so earlier! Such a handsome young man, I'd be willing to pay you!

Sooner or later, her innocent and clean body would have to be given away anyway. Rather than letting some greasy-looking man end up with her, she might as well choose a more attractive one for herself first.

Xiangling blinked. Hmm, this one in front of her is not bad!

So she walked forward with tiny, cat-like steps, and gently pressed her hand on the wine pot. "My lord, it's no fun for you to drink alone. Here, Xiangling will pour you some wine and keep you company."

Huo Jin had actually drunk two jugs of wine and was slightly tipsy. He tilted his head and rested his forehead on his hand.

His cold tone, tinged with the smell of alcohol, said, "Stop with the fancy stuff, just get straight to the point, take your clothes off."

He couldn't forget Chu Yuan's alluring fullness, like solidified cream, making him unable to resist fantasizing about what it would feel like to hold her in his hands.

He glanced at Xiangling's chest out of the corner of his eye, frowned, and thought, "Why is it so flat?"

Is the madam trying to swindle money from him because he's never been here before? He's supposed to be the top courtesan in the capital.

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