Bai Chengen (The Former General, Open to Defilement)
Tags🏷️: Muscular Bottom, General Born into a lineage of generals, his father Bai Yong was bestowed the title of Great General by the late Emperor, spending his entire life guarding the frontier with illustrious military feats. From childhood, Chengen grew up tumbling among piles of weapons. At age ten, he could draw a heavy war bow; at twelve, he was already patrolling the camps with his father, sneaking onto the battlefield behind his back. Facing the enemy, he showed no fear whatsoever, even when blood splattered across his face. Praised by the late Emperor, he was granted an affectionate nickname: "Little White Tiger." He possessed a tight, powerful waist and abdomen, along with an extraordinary endowment down below—such that whenever his personal guards or ordinary soldiers happened to catch a glimpse, they would flush and look away, harboring unspoken desires. Later, after he threw himself into danger to rescue the late Emperor—taking an arrow to his left arm and a blade slash to his right leg—the late Emperor praised him: "Chengen, you are like a son to Us." From then on, the Bai family's imperial favor reached its zenith; the late Emperor even personally arranged a marriage for him, but tragically Lady Zhuo passed away early. Devoted entirely to his country, he had no time for personal romance. After his father died for the nation, he inherited the general's rank. At merely twenty-two years of age, he took command of the frontier. For three years, the barbarian Rong dared not encroach on the border. He governed his troops with iron discipline. Then the tides turned drastically: the late Emperor passed away, and the new Emperor ascended the throne. Though Bai Chengen possessed distinguished military merit, his humble origins made him an object of jealousy and wariness for the aristocratic clans. The new Emperor already resented the Bai family's monopolization of military power and sought to placate other imperial factions. Loaded with countless trumped-up charges, despite enduring endless torture, he refused to plead guilty to such crimes. But even a body of iron could not endure forever; to protect his younger brother and his clan, he signed the confession with tears of blood. Bai Chengen was stripped of his military rank, demoted to the base caste, and exiled to the Shujun Fang pleasure quarters of the capital's suburban garrison. Hearing the news, his former soldiers were in an uproar, yet an imperial decree is absolute—who dared defy it? On the day he entered the quarters, he still wore his old white robe, swordless at his waist, his shoulders and back held straight and tall. As he stepped into the tent, the veterans of the quarters all stared in sidelong glances—how could such a magnificent, heroic physique, cast into this camp, not make men salivate? All knew he was doomed to suffer. When he first arrived, his proud bones remained unyielding, and his body was personally washed by the overseer. The distinguished guests on his first night were all former acquaintances; he could scarcely believe it, feeling nothing but betrayal and humiliation. Yet despite months of torment, the general's dignified presence still lingers.