The God of War Who Protects the Nation: Starting with Saving a Mother and Daughter in Distress

The flickering candlelight inside the tent cast the shadows of the two people onto the tent wall, creating distorted shapes.

Qin An's hand froze in mid-air, his fingertips still bearing the rough feel of the fabric rubbing against his skin, and the warm, soft elasticity beneath.

He frowned as he looked at Shan Bing, who was lying on his lap.

The woman who had been so aggressive just moments before now seemed to have lost all her strength; her cries gradually subsided, leaving only soft sobs.

His shoulders were trembling slightly, not from fear, but rather as if he was suppressing some indescribable tremor.

"You..." Qin An's Adam's apple bobbed, and a strange feeling inexplicably rose in his heart.

He had fought for many years and had seen women who were either gentle and obedient commoners or fearless female soldiers, but he had never seen anyone like Shan Bing.

Instead of completely backing down after being beaten, he displayed an almost pathological excitement.

The faint sounds emanating from deep within the throat, a mixture of pain and a strange sense of satisfaction, were like a feather, scratching at the most primal desires in one's heart.

Dan Bing seemed to sense his hesitation, and suddenly raised her head, her face, still wet with tears, carrying a hint of defiant blush.

"What? You're too scared to fight? Qin An, is that all you've got? If you've got the guts, kill me, or I'll have my brother skin you alive sooner or later!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet she deliberately raised her pitch, her stubbornness concealing a subtle allure.

Those heavy pats just now seemed to have turned on a long-dormant switch inside her body.

As a pampered and beloved young lady, when had she ever been treated like this?

Being reprimanded by Qin An like this now gave her a strange feeling.

The pain and shame intertwined, giving rise to a strange pleasure that spread along her spine to her limbs, making her weak all over, yet she craved more.

Qin An's gaze fell on her open collar, where a patch of snow-white skin, exposed from her struggle, was stained with tiny teardrops and gleamed alluringly in the candlelight.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his breathing became heavy.

This woman is clearly playing with fire.

"It seems the lesson we just learned wasn't enough." Qin An's voice was deep and cold, yet it carried an uncontrollable hoarseness.

He had only wanted her to behave herself, but Shan Bing's expression seemed to mock his restraint.

He leaned down, grabbed Shan Bing's hair, and forced her to tilt her head back.

The distance between them suddenly closed, and he could smell the faint scent of perfume lingering in her hair, mixed with the salty smell of sweat, creating a strange aroma that assaulted his nostrils.

"Shan Bing, do you think I wouldn't dare touch you?" Qin An's eyes were sharp as knives as he swept over her reddened eyes. "Shan Tong promised you to me, so you are mine. From now on, your life is mine, and your body is mine. If you dare to be presumptuous again, I don't mind letting you taste something even more unbearable."

Dan Bing was startled by the fierce glint in his eyes, but she remained defiant: "You dare! I'm Dan Tong's sister. If you dare to disrespect me..."

"Disrespectful?" Qin An sneered and suddenly pushed her down onto the carpeted ground.

Dan Bing gasped in surprise, but before she could struggle, Qin An had already leaned down and pressed down on her, his knees pressing against her waist, rendering her unable to move.

"I showed you my respect back at Lok Ma Slope." His hand touched her cheek, the rough calluses on his fingertips brushing against her delicate skin, bringing a shiver to her face.

"Since you refuse to listen to reason and are forced to drink the penalty cup, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Dan Bing's heart pounded wildly, a mixture of fear and a shameful anticipation. She struggled desperately, screaming, "Let me go! Qin An, you beast! If you touch me, I'll..."

Her words were cut off by Qin An's sudden kiss.

It wasn't a gentle test, but a punitive plunder, so brutal it felt like it was trying to steal her breath away.

Dan Bing's eyes widened, her mind went blank, leaving only the intense sense of aggression emanating from his lips and the battlefield scent emanating from the man, a mixture of gunpowder and sweat.

At first, she resisted fiercely, trying to push him away with her hands and feet, but Qin An was too strong, like a heavy mountain, locking her firmly beneath him. Gradually, her struggles weakened, and her sobs changed tone, carrying a softness that she herself did not realize.

Qin An could clearly feel the changes in the person in his arms.

Her tense body gradually relaxed, her hands that had been pushing away became weak, and even as he deepened the kiss, her eyelashes trembled and her lips parted slightly.

This subtle reaction was like adding fuel to the fire, instantly igniting Qin An's long-suppressed desires.

The tension of these days of battle, the frustration of being tricked by Shan Tong, and the allure of the vibrant body before him all intertwined, making it impossible for him to restrain himself any longer.

He suddenly ripped open Shan Bing's already loose red dress, the sound of the fabric tearing was particularly jarring in the silent tent.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the woman's fair, jade-like skin and the curves of her body that undulated slightly with fear, making her appear as perfect as the most exquisite creation of heaven.

"As expected, all looks and no brains," Qin An muttered under his breath, but his eyes turned burning.

He had to admit that Shan Tong's younger sister did indeed possess enough charm to drive any man crazy.

Dan Bing trembled at the desire in his eyes, but she still did not show weakness and continued to provoke him.

"Qin An, you despicable and shameless scoundrel, don't think I'm afraid of you. No matter how you treat me, I will not yield. If I utter a sound, I'll admit defeat."

Although she was shouting, her reddened eyes and slightly parted lips seemed to Qin An more like a coy invitation.

"Aren't you afraid?" Qin An's hand stroked her smooth back, feeling the trembling of her skin beneath his touch. "Then I'll see how long you can keep up this act."

Now he realizes that reasoning with this big-breasted, brainless, stupid woman won't work.

We must use strong measures to suppress her severely in order to prevent her from causing any more trouble.

Coupled with the surge of lust aroused by the stimulation, he decided to no longer hold back.

After all, no matter what, once Shan Tong tricked her, this woman was destined to belong to him.

He no longer gave this foolish woman any chance to resist.

Dan Bing's cries were initially filled with pain, her heart brimming with humiliation.

But later, the cries gradually changed, mixed with panting and soft moans, as if struggling on the edge of pain and pleasure.

Her resistance weakened, and her hands, which had been pushing her away, somehow grabbed Qin An's clothes, her nails digging deep into the fabric.

Tears continued to flow, but they were no longer simply tears of sadness; they were mixed with a multitude of complex emotions.

Shame, anger, fear, and a strange sense of satisfaction that she herself was unwilling to admit—the satisfaction of being completely possessed.

In fact, she knew in her heart that her relationship with Qin An was irreversible.

She was destined to be his woman, but she just wouldn't admit it.

At this point, it wasn't entirely unacceptable to her.

Qin An didn't care what Shan Bing was thinking.

He vented all the pent-up frustration and anger of the past few days on this big-breasted, brainless woman.

He hated Shan Tong's scheming, hated Shan Bing's stupidity, and hated himself even more for being disturbed by this brother and sister.

But when he looked down and saw Shan Bing's face, which was streaked with tears yet flushed with an unusual redness, the anger in his heart strangely dissipated.

This woman is indeed a menace, but also a damnably alluring one.

The candlelight inside the tent gradually dimmed, leaving only some rough sounds.

Dan Bing's consciousness gradually blurred, her body seemed to be floating in a raging storm, all her dignity and pride were crushed, leaving only the most primal instincts.

She stopped cursing and only occasionally let out a soft sob; she no longer resisted Qin An.

She knew she was crazy.

She should have hated the man who had captured and humiliated her for treating her this way.

But the feelings in her heart were so real that she couldn't resist them.

Perhaps, as Qin An said, she really is all looks and no brains, unable to even control her own body.

After an unknown amount of time, the tent finally fell silent, with only the sound of their rapid breathing remaining.

Qin An rolled over and lay down beside him, his chest heaving violently. His dark battle robe was disheveled and scattered on his body, revealing his strong arms and fine beads of sweat on his collarbone. He looked at the felt tent ceiling with a complex expression.

The madness just now felt like a dream, and upon waking, all that remained was endless emptiness and a trace of regret.

In the end, he was consumed by desire and became the kind of person he once despised.

Dan Bing huddled to one side, barely covering her body with her tattered clothes, her shoulders trembling slightly as she wept silently.

Her skin was covered with ambiguous red marks, especially on her inner thighs and waist, which were the marks left by Qin An's rough handling.

A wave of shame washed over her, yet deep down, a secret sense of pleasure lingered.

She secretly glanced at Qin An's broad back. The man who had just completely possessed her, causing her both pain and pleasure, was now silent, as if he were thinking about something.

"Are you satisfied now?" Shan Bing's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded, with a thick nasal tone. "Qin An, you've succeeded now, don't you feel very smug?"

Qin An didn't turn around, but said calmly, "Behave yourself and don't cause any more trouble. We'll exchange hostages in three days. Once your brother goes back, you'll have to stay."

"Stay?" Shan Bing seemed stung, her voice rising abruptly, "I won't stay! I'd rather die than be with a despicable person like you!"

She said that, but her body involuntarily moved closer to Qin An.

The temperature inside the tent was a bit low, and she subconsciously wanted to get closer to the body that had just given her intense heat.

Qin An noticed her subtle movements, and his brows furrowed even more.

This woman is so contradictory, it's a real headache.