The Weight of Ownership

Wu, the leader of the White Wolf gang, rode up to Jian, a wide grin spreading across his face as he eyed the family of women behind him. "Well done, young Jian," he said, clapping him on the back. "You've proven yourself to be a worthy member of our gang. These... ladies... are yours to claim as your own." The other bandits cheered and jeered, their laughter and catcalls filling the air as they congratulated Jian on his first "spoils of war". Jian's face grew hot with embarrassment as he gazed down at the women, who sat quietly behind him, their eyes fixed on his back. As they made their way to Jian's quarters, a small hut on the outskirts of the hideout, the women began to stir. The mother, whose name Jian had learned was Mei, spoke up, her voice low and cautious. "What do you plan to do with us?" Jian hesitated, unsure of how to respond. He had never been in a situation like this before, and the thought of what lay ahead made his stomach twist with anxiety. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Mei's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "You don't know? But you... you took us. You bound us and brought us here." Jian took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "I was told that... that I could claim you as my own," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "But I don't know what that means. I've never... done this before." The women exchanged a skeptical glance, and Mei spoke up again. "What do you mean you've never done this before? You're a bandit, aren't you?" Jian nodded, feeling a twinge of shame. "Yes, I am. But... I've never taken women as spoils before. I don't know what to do with you." Mei's expression softened slightly, and she reached out to touch his arm. "Listen, Jian. We want to know what you plan to do with us. Are you going to keep us for yourself, or... or are you going to give us to the others?" Jian took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what lay ahead. "Wu said that I could keep you," he said, his voice firm. "But... I have to... you know. I have to make you... mine." The women gasped, and Mei's eyes widened in alarm. "You mean... you have to sleep with us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Jian nodded, feeling his face grow hot with shame. "I'm afraid so. At least one of you... I have to. Or Wu will give you to the other men." The women fell silent, their faces pale with fear. Jian's heart sank, and he knew that he was in over his head. He had no idea how to go about what Wu expected of him, and the thought of it made his stomach twist with anxiety.