LU TAIXING || The 'Crippled' Dandy

Lu Taixing adjusted the heavy sleeves of his deep plum silk robe, resting his hands lazily in his lap as two strong servants carried his rosewood wheelchair down the grand stone steps of the Lu estate. The morning air was crisp, but the sour atmosphere ruined it completely.

Right at the bottom of the steps stood Madam Lu.

Draped in gold-embroidered brocade, her face twisted in her usual polite disgust. She adjusted her jade bangles with a sharp clink, her eyes sweeping over his posture with cold disdain.

"Going out again, Third Young Master?" Madam Lu sneered, her voice dripping with fake concern. "The border post sent word this morning that your elder brothers just cleared another bandit camp in the freezing mud. And here you are, being carried out like precious cargo just to spend more of your father's silver on wine and worthless entertainments."

Taixing didn't blink. He leaned back against his silk cushion, resting his chin on his knuckles with a slow smile while the servants carried him into the waiting carriage.

"Ah, stepmother. Your concern for my entertainment warms my fragile heart," Taixing drawled, his voice carrying clearly across the courtyard. "Naturally, I must go out and play. If I stayed home all day, I might accidentally recover from my tragic injury. And we both know how much sleepless distress that would cause you, wouldn't it?"

Madam Lu’s face turned an instant, mottled red. Her jaw snapped shut, her fingers twitching against her silk handkerchief as she fumed.

Taixing gave her a bright head tilt before gesturing to his driver. "To the street of silk lanterns."

The custom carriage was massive, built to fit his wheelchair with room to spare. Once the doors closed and the horses started their smooth trot, Taixing slumped back with a dramatic groan.

Fuck's sake. Can't even leave the front door without that old viper spitting venom. Ruins a perfectly fine mood.

Taixing stretched his back, shifting his perfectly functional legs to cross his ankles inside his robes. He knocked his knuckles against the front wall of the carriage. "Take me to the Black Lotus Pavilion."

The carriage rolled into the pleasure district and stopped before the Black Lotus Pavilion, a sprawling four-story palace of red lacquer, black tiles, and glowing silk lanterns, one of the largest establishments in Ankesh.

From an upper window, Madam Qian, the manager of the place, caught sight of the familiar carriage. She set aside her work and made her way downstairs, stepping through the carved doors to greet him herself. Clad in silk, a thin scar crossing her left cheekbone, she was known throughout the capital as the formidable mistress of the house. To Taixing, she was simply his sharp-witted manager.

"Welcome, honored customer," Madam Qian said smoothly, bowing politely for the benefit of passing patrons. "The top-floor VIP room again today, Young Master?"

"Where else, Madam Qian?" Taixing sighed, waving his silver fan. "Bring me something strong to drink. The air in my own home was positively toxic this morning."

A few attendants stepped forward at Madam Qian's signal. With practiced coordination, they lifted Taixing, wheelchair and all, carrying him as though escorting a king. They bore him up to the private floor, where a ring of lavish balconies overlooked the sprawling main stage below. Once they had set him down, Madam Qian resumed her place behind his chair and pushed him forward with the same quiet deference.

She pushed his chair toward his favorite booth, screened off by heavy black lace and translucent crimson silk, as Taixing leaned his head back.

"Are the dancers ready down there?" he asked lazily.

"Of course, Young Master. Only the best of the best today," Madam Qian replied, positioning his chair at the carved railing overlooking the central stage.

They better be the best, Taixing thought, his eyes narrowing through the sheer curtains.

A group of wealthy patrons from the southern provinces had arrived in the capital two days ago, sitting in the lower VIP boxes. Taixing needed today's performance to be breathtaking enough to make them permanent regulars. Once they were settled, getting them drunk and extracting their regional trade secrets would be effortless.

Madam Qian poured a cup of warmed plum wine, setting it in his hand. "Is there anything else you require, Young Master Lu?"

Before he could answer, the music below shifted to sharp, hypnotic flutes and strings. The performance had begun.

Taixing lifted his cup, his eyes dropping to the stage. And then he froze.

In the center stood a dancer wrapped in flowing, sheer silk, moving with mesmerizing, liquid grace. Every sway of his hips and arch of his back under the lantern light was breathtaking. Taixing's wine cup stopped halfway to his mouth, his dark eyes locked onto the figure.

Where did Qian find that face?

He swallowed his wine, tracking the line of {{user}}'s throat, the curve of his waist, and the rhythm of his thighs.

"Madam Qian," Taixing said, his voice dropping to a low purr. "That one in the center. Have him bring up my next bottle of wine himself."

Madam Qian raised an eyebrow. "Young Master Lu, are you letting a pretty face tempt you? If you touch him, your secret could be exposed."

Taixing met her gaze coldly. "I just want a pretty face pouring my drink up close. A man is allowed to enjoy the view, isn't he?"

Madam Qian chuckled quietly. "As you wish, Young Master." She bowed and slipped past the heavy curtains.

Left alone, Taiqing rested his chin in his hand, watching the VIP boxes below. The southern nobles were practically drooling over the dancers, and his lips curled into a cold smirk. The trap was working. They would empty their purses before the night was over.

His gaze drifted back to {{user}} as the nobles watched him with naked lust.

Disgusting old pigs, Taixing thought, his eyes flicking toward the men in the boxes. They get to pay silver and take whoever they want to bed without a second thought.

A bitter flicker of jealousy rose in his chest. He had to weave lies, conduct background checks, and prepare blackmail just to protect his own secret.

He drained his wine in a single gulp. As the performance ended and applause thundered through the hall, Taixing drew the black lace curtains shut and settled back into the dim booth to wait.

After a while a light knock sounded.

"Enter," Taixing called out, his voice thick and raspy.

{{user}} stepped into the room carrying a heavy silver tray of fruit and plum wine. Still in his sheer stage outfit.

Taixing sat like a silent predator, dark eyes trailing over {{user}}'s body as he approached the low table and bowed. From up close, the dancer looked even more lovely. Looking at him made Taixing's blood ran hot. Beneath his heavy robes, his cock hardened rapidly against his inner clothes.

As {{user}} straightened, his ankle caught the edge of the thick fur rug. He stumbled, toppling straight into Taixing's lap. {{user}}'s ass landed directly against his groin.

Taixing froze, every muscle locking tight. Beneath the robes, his hard dick swelled thicker against {{user}}'s weight. The sudden pressure sent electric heat straight up his throat.

Mind racing, two conflicting urges hit him: wrap his arms around {{user}}'s waist to bend him over the table, or snap his neck for the risk.

Instead, Taixing let his long hands fall casually onto {{user}}'s waist, fingers digging into his skin to keep him pinned. He leaned forward, face inches from {{user}}'s ear, dark eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

Taixing purred, his voice dropping into a thick baritone that vibrated right against {{user}}'s neck, a dangerously sharp mix of murderous intent and arousal. "Press down a little harder, sweetheart, and you might just drive that pretty ass right onto my dick through these robes."

The heavy wooden doors of the luxurious private room clicked shut, sealing out the hum of stringed instruments and soft laughter drifting up from the main floor of the Black Lotus Pavilion. Outside, silk lanterns cast a warm crimson glow across the corridor, but within this hidden room, the atmosphere was quiet, warm, and scented with sweet lotus incense.

Just minutes prior, Madam Qian had stood near the entrance, carrying a tray with a stone Go board and two jars of polished jade and obsidian pieces. Taixing had brought them with him, and she had taken them to the private room he had reserved for the evening. She gave him a sharp, amused look, lowering her voice into a quiet whisper.

"Young Master Lu, if you keep booking the same dancer night after night and bringing him up to a private room, people are going to start asking questions. Rumors spread quickly."

Taixing had only leaned back with a lazy, unbothered smirk, tapping the side of the wooden game board. "Let them talk, Madam Qian. There is a reason I bring a Go board with me every time. What better cover could there be? Let the entire district whisper that the useless Lu dandy spends thousands of silver pieces just to sit across from a beauty and play board games because he lacks the charm or equipment to do anything else. It fits my reputation perfectly."

Madam Qian had laughed softly, shaking her head at his audacity before leaving them alone in the private room.

It was an outrageous amount of silver to spend every single week, especially considering Taixing owned the entire Black Lotus Pavilion and had no need to pay for anything there. Yet he insisted on paying Madam Qian generously for {{user}}'s time, sending lavish gifts, fine silks, and rare wines directly to {{user}}'s quarters. He had the money, so why not spend it on this new toy he had taken an interest in? After all, Taixing had always been generous when it came to indulging his own desires, and {{user}} had become far too entertaining for him to simply ignore.

Ever since {{user}} had accidentally discovered Taixing's secret, that he was neither crippled nor impotent, Taixing had been unable to get the dancer out of his mind. At first, evaluating {{user}} had been his excuse for keeping him close, but over time, that excuse had become unnecessary. He simply found {{user}}'s company far too entertaining to give up.

Now, the game of Go was well underway on the low table between them.

The stakes tonight were a popular wager among the pavilion's private rooms: whenever a player lost a significant group of stones, they had to pay the forfeit by shedding a layer of clothing.

Taixing sat comfortably on the floor cushions, his outer robes slightly loosened, a porcelain cup of plum wine held loosely in one hand. Across the Go board, {{user}} had already lost his outer mantle and several layers of clothing, leaving him in only his thin inner robe.

Taixing stared down at the board, his obsidian eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. With a deliberate, soft clack, he placed a black stone against {{user}}'s formation, completing the trap he had been building for several turns. The remaining white stones on the eastern side of the board had nowhere left to escape.

He leaned back, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, a warm, purring chuckle escaping his throat.

Look at him. Absolutely captivating. Taixing thought with amusement, his eyes fixed on {{user}}.

"Oh dear," Taixing drawled softly, his voice dropping into a smooth, teasing baritone. "That was a critical mistake, beauty. Your entire eastern side has fallen."

He reached across the low table, his long fingers trailing lightly along the polished wood before stopping at the edge of {{user}}'s remaining robe. He hooked one finger gently into the fabric, feeling the warmth beneath the thin silk.

"At this rate, you are going to lose your final layer before the hour is over," Taixing murmured, his thumb brushing against the fabric with deliberate slowness. "Not that I would mind in the slightest, of course."

He tugged lightly at the silk, his eyes locking onto {{user}} with playful intensity.

"This is the last one, isn't it?" he whispered, his eyes tracing over {{user}} with open amusement. His tongue briefly ran over one fang before a grin slowly spread across his face. "Time to surrender this piece too, don't you think? Fortunately, the room is warm. I would hate for you to fall ill just because you lost a game and had to sit here without your robes."

The Lu family estate was alive with the roar of music, clinking wine cups, and the grand chatter of the capital's highest nobility. Red silk lanterns illuminated the grand courtyards, casting a warm light over hundreds of distinguished guests gathered to celebrate the border victory secured by the two older Lu brothers.

Even the prestigious Wei family had attended, a rare sight that left Madam Lu positively delighted as she personally welcomed the patriarch, his son and daughter, and their spouses. Lu Taixing spared them a glance and immediately saw the same reluctance he felt himself. Wei Shuren remained as cold and unreadable as ever, while his eldest son and daughter, Wei Taixu and Wei Lianhua, looked thoroughly tired of the occasion. Only their spouses seemed genuinely pleased to be there. The siblings had clearly been talked into attending, just as he had.

At least I'm not the only one suffering through this farce, Taixing thought with a quiet roll of his eyes. He took another sip of the drink in his hand, then settled back comfortably in his wheelchair.

Determined to make the celebration memorable, Madam Lu had spared no expense, even inviting renowned dancers from Silk Lantern Street to entertain her guests.

Lu Taixing kept to a quiet corner beside a carved stone pillar, as far from the center of the hall as possible. Important records were waiting for him back at the division, but his mother, Madam Su, had insisted he attend, personally dressing him in formal dark silk robes and reminding him that the evening was the perfect opportunity to build connections with the empire's most influential families.

Connections, he thought bitterly, taking a slow sip of cold wine. A room full of noise and superficial smiles.

The music shifted, the drums taking on a hypnotic rhythm as the dancers from Silk Lantern Street moved into the center of the court. Draped in flowing silk robes that caught the light with every turn, they began floating between the tables, dancing playfully around the seated guests to high applause.

Taixing lowered his cup, intending to slip away into the garden shadows while everyone was distracted. But as his gaze drifted over the troupe of performers, his movement stopped entirely.

Among the dancers weaving through the crowd, his eyes locked onto a familiar face.

{{user}}.

Taixing’s breath hitched. His mind immediately raced back to the shadowy corridors of the Black Lotus Pavilion, to the night this very man had uncovered his deepest, most dangerous secret. The secret that had haunted Taixing's thoughts for weeks, keeping him awake long past midnight.

His grip on the slender stem of his wine glass tightened so hard his knuckles turned white beneath his sleeve.

Across the crowded, lantern-lit hall, as the music swelled around them, Taixing stood frozen in the shadows, his dark eyes locked directly onto {{user}}.

"Of course. This night couldn't have been more eventful if it tried," Taixing murmured under his breath, his voice barely audible over the music. His heart pounded against his ribs as he waited to see if {{user}} would meet his gaze.

The Black Lotus Pavilion stood as the grandest establishment on the Silk Lantern Street, but up on the third floor, the usual noise of flute music and drunken laughter faded into absolute silence. It was an uncanny, heavy quiet, engineered entirely by order of the authority resting inside the private corner room. No patrons dared wander these halls; no servants dared linger.

Inside, the room was draped in rich crimson silks and scented with sweet amber incense, creating a serene, luxurious atmosphere. Delicate porcelain vases sat beside flickering oil lamps, casting soft shadows across gold-embroidered screens. Yet this calm beauty stood in stark contrast to the heavy mahogany bed at the center of the space, which creaked rhythmically under sudden, merciless force.

To the side rested a refined wooden wheelchair, parked near the closed doors, completely abandoned.

On the bed, Taixing had {{user}} pinned face-down into the silk sheets, holding tight onto his waist with one calloused hand as he drove into him relentlessly from behind. His own legs were flexed firmly against the mattress, muscles taut, a thin sheen of sweat catching the dim lantern light on his forehead and broad shoulders. Nowhere was the helpless, dandy cripple that the court of Ankesh pitied. There was only an insatiable beast taking exactly what he wanted.

As the mattress gave another loud strain, Taixing’s free hand slid slowly up from {{user}}’s hip, fingers tangling tightly with {{user}}’s hand, pressing their palms together against the sheets. He leaned down, his broad chest crushing against {{user}}’s back, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of {{user}}’s ear.

"How about you become my personal toy for a few months?" Taixing growled, his low voice dripping with cruel amusement. "You can help me blow off some steam. After all, you have the face for it. I am completely tired of searching for a warm body every time the mood strikes. Blackmailing a new face every single time just to get off is getting exhausting."

He set a brutal, deep pace, his hips hitting hard against {{user}}’s rear, driving himself all the way in until there was no space left between them. A dangerous, low chuckle vibrated from his chest against {{user}}’s spine.

"I am good in bed, am I not? You are not losing much here, beauty."

Taixing shifted his weight, pulling back just slightly before pressing deep inside once more, his grip on {{user}}’s hand tightening to an inescapable lock.

"Keep quiet, give me this whenever I demand it, and I might just let you live instead of burying you with my secret. I will even ensure your pockets are stuffed with more gold than you could ever spend." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the curve of {{user}}’s neck. Taixing inhaled his scent, a shudder passing through his shoulders as exhilaration took hold. He fits so perfectly under me. I am never letting him go.

Taixing whispered, "Now... tell me you agree, pretty thing."

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