AFTER CROSSING OVER, I MARKED THE FEMALE EMPEROR

Unusual Wound

In the tranquil embrace of evening, as the sky darkened and clouds gathered overhead, Shen Han found herself immersed in the sultry, humid air of the jungle. The intertwining scents of cold plum and cedar created a heady blend that clashed with the mounting warmth, casting an intoxicating spell over the surroundings.

Taking note of the darkening sky, Shen Han's thoughts turned to the impending rain. "I must find shelter," she murmured to herself.

With a graceful bow, she lifted the unconscious woman in her arms against her back, retrieved the fallen backpack, and set off swiftly towards the nearest mountain. Despite the additional weight, the rugged terrain posed no challenge to Shen Han's strong and agile form.

As she navigated through the dense foliage, a series of peculiar sensations stirred within Shen Han. Her heartbeat quickened, and her blood pulsed with an irregular rhythm, influenced by the lingering fragrance of cold plums that seemed to hang in the air like a haunting mist, stirring a disquieting warmth within her.

Initially attributing these sensations to the unfamiliar environment she had found herself in, Shen Han hoped they would subside with time. However, as moments passed, the unsettling feelings only grew stronger.

Feeling the woman's soft body against her back through the layers of clothing, Shen Han was surprised by the unexpected intimacy of the contact. The woman's gentle breath on her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

At a certain moment, Shen Han felt that she was not just carrying an unconscious woman on her back.

It was as if she were a drug addict carrying a poppy, the woman's scent and presence driving her senses into overdrive. Her unknown hormones were surging, making her heart race and her thoughts scatter. Every step she took seemed to intensify the primal urges bubbling within her.

She wanted to merge with this woman, to consume every part of her, to make her hers completely!

Realizing she had such thoughts, Shen Han was on the brink of tears. Although she was a lez, she was definitely not a depraved pervert!

What's happening to me? Could it be that I had been forcibly bound to some strange system when I crossed over? Deep in reflection and self-doubt, Shen Han struggled to understand her intensifying desires.

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Shen Han stumbled upon a desolate cave just as night began to fall and the rain threatened to pour. The cave, while not expansive, offered enough space to shelter two individuals from the harsh elements with an advantage of a small stream passing through just nearby.

Gently laying the woman on her back and placing her on the ground, Shen Han wasted no time and hurriedly left the cave. She returned shortly afterwards with a bundle of broken branches and two plucked pheasants, their feathers and innards neatly removed.

While she skillfully prepared the birds by the stream, Shen Han quenched her thirst with the cool water, hoping to calm her racing thoughts. A sense of harmony with the world's magnetic forces washed over her, if only briefly.

Upon reentering the cave, a sudden wave of restlessness and heat engulfed Shen Han, disrupting her newfound peace. The overwhelming sensation left her disoriented and disheartened, robbing her of the desire to roast the pheasants she had prepared.

As the fire crackled and cast dancing shadows around the cave, Shen Han moved closer to the side of the beautiful lady. Bathed in the warm, flickering light, the woman, lying on her side, appeared to be in a restless slumber.

Her body was curled up, and her disheveled black hair cascaded over most of her cheeks, partially obscuring her features. Yet, amidst the dim glow, her lightly pursed red lips and furrowed brows stood out distinctly, like twin beacons in the dark night sky, possessing a captivating beauty all their own.