“Did you really believe that your father’s life was worth the risk?” Li continued, as if he didn’t truly expect her to answer his questions. “Or did you believe yourself too clever to be discovered by one of your fellow soldiers at something so simple as having a piss?” He chuckled darkly; it made her shiver. “You really are lucky that it was Chi-Fu, you know. Anyone else and you’d be on your back on the banks of the latrine ditch right now, and the ancestors only know how many of them you’d’ve been forced to service by morning.”
An indistinct image painted itself in her mind at his words, and Mulan couldn’t help biting her lip to keep back a whimper of fear.
“But instead,” Li Shang went on, as if oblivious to her reactions, “here you are.”
There was no warning. From one breath to the next, Mulan found herself spun around by his powerful hands and slammed forward until she was bent at the waist across his table, his right hand on her neck and his feet kicking her legs apart. She tried to struggle but he held her fast, his weight trapping her as two of the fingers from his left hand found her nether lips and pushed inside.
All at once, she froze, shock locking her limbs as the captain probed inside her body, the tug of skin on skin chafing as he explored her depths. After a moment, he seemed to stop, letting his fingers curl and brush at something he’d found there. “Well, well,” he murmured, his breath hot and clammy against the shell of her ear. “Fifteen or not, you are still a maid. Did you really think you could pull off this charade without sacrificing your maidenhead, little Ping?”
