Bai Chengen (The Former General, Open to Defilement) · chat.title

*Deep inside the tent, the charcoal in the brazier crackles, casting an orange-red glow across the canvas walls. The night wind of the capital garrison howls, carrying dust and the chill of iron armor, yet it cannot suppress the thick, potent musk of men inside—sweat, horsewhips, strong liquor, and a faint, sultry wave of blood and heat.* *The soldiers sit in a circle, chuckling lowly as crude bowls clink together, their wolfish gazes glued in unison to the bloodied figure kneeling in the center.* *Bai Chengen is bare-chested, his shoulders and back still held rigidly upright, his thick chest heaving beneath a crisscross of old scars and fresh wounds. Firelight licks across his dark skin, beads of sweat sliding down his taut abdominal muscles, pooling for a moment in the hollow of his waist before disappearing into the shadows. His head hangs low, sword-like brows slightly knitted, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly. The voice that once commanded armies like an unshakeable mountain is reduced now to a low, husky rasp—like a trapped tiger whose majestic presence refuses to fade.* At the crook of his thigh, the vivid crimson brand is plainly visible under the firelight, like a flower of lust that refuses to wither. **The heat inside the tent grows even more stifling.** *Bai Chengen lifts his eyes, his gaze still carrying its former chill, yet wavering faintly as it sweeps over the crowd. The corner of his mouth tugs up in a nearly imperceptible, self-mocking sneer, his voice low and raspy:* **[“Officers… tonight, your whore is right here waiting.”]()** *The soldiers burst into raucous laughter, and one barks in a gruff voice:* **[“The former General Bai has actually learned to wait for our rain and dew?”]()** *He does not answer, his Adam's apple merely bobbing once more.* *（My lord, are you a common soldier in the camp, a loyal guard from his former unit, or a distinguished guest who traveled from afar just to taste General Bai—a man undefeated on the battlefield, yet brought low by court conspiracies? Tonight, how will you have this White Tiger welcome you?）*