Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 22: Proving Worth
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 22: Proving Worth - A Mongol princess captured in a Jin border raid. A Jin emperor's daughter tasked with civilizing her enemy. What begins as captivity becomes love—until the Mongols take Zhangdu and everything reverses. Now the Jin princess must adapt or die, becoming war counselor to the Khan who destroyed her empire. Two women. Two cultures. Two captivities. One love that survives conquest, betrayal, and the fall of dynasties to find peace on the steppes.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Lesbian Historical Oriental Female Analingus First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting AI Generated
Three weeks into her new role, and Wei had found her rhythm.
Each morning, she’d arrive at the administrative building with her Mongol guards—two warriors assigned by Nara who treated her with careful neutrality. Not respect, exactly, but not contempt either. They understood she was valuable, even if her official status was slave.
The work was grueling. She’d interview anywhere from ten to twenty Jin captives per day, assessing their backgrounds, their skills, their potential for integration or resistance. Some were cooperative, desperate to survive. Others were hostile, seeing her as a traitor to her people.
One afternoon, a Jin official spat at her feet. “Collaborator. Whore. You disgrace your family’s name.”
Wei kept her expression neutral. “My family is dead or scattered. The empire is falling. Hatred won’t save you, but cooperation might. The choice is yours.”
“I’d rather die than serve barbarians.”
“That can be arranged.” Wei made a mark on her paper. “Guards, take him to the execution yard.”
The man’s face went white. “Wait—”
“You said you’d rather die. I’m granting your wish.” Wei looked up at him. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
The official’s defiance crumbled. “I ... I have skills. I was a tax collector. I know the territories, the revenue systems. I could be useful.”
“Could you? Or will you sabotage everything you’re assigned to?” Wei studied him. “Convince me you’re worth keeping alive.”
The man talked. Wei listened, asked pointed questions, probed for sincerity versus desperation. In the end, she recommended conditional integration—assign him to work under close supervision, monitor for signs of betrayal.
Khutulun, reviewing Wei’s assessments at the end of each day, nodded approvingly. “You’re good at this. You see through the lies, but you also see potential where others might only see enemies.”
“I understand them. I was one of them.” Wei set down her writing brush. “They’re terrified, angry, grieving. But most just want to survive. Give them a path to survival that preserves some dignity, and they’ll take it.”
“Not all of them.”
“No. Some are too proud or too loyal to the old regime. Those...” Wei’s voice hardened. “Those I flag. Better to eliminate genuine threats than let them fester.”
Khutulun studied her. “You’ve changed. When you started, you were hesitant. Now you’re decisive. Almost ruthless.”
“I learned that mercy and pragmatism aren’t the same thing. Being kind to everyone gets people killed. Being strategic about who deserves mercy—that’s what keeps order.”
“The Khan needs to hear this. Your insights aren’t just about processing prisoners anymore. You understand Jin society at a level none of us do. That’s valuable intelligence.”
The next day, Wei was summoned to a war council.
She arrived at the council room to find a dozen Mongol commanders gathered around a map table. The Khan presided at the head. Nara was there, standing among the other nobles. Their eyes met briefly before Wei lowered her gaze.
“Lady Wei,” the Khan said, using her title deliberately. “Khutulun speaks highly of your work. She says you’ve processed over three hundred captives in three weeks, with a success rate of eighty percent integration and minimal security incidents.”
“I’m honored to serve, my lord.” Wei kept her tone neutral, professional.
“We have a problem. The southern territories are resisting more fiercely than expected. Jin loyalists are organizing guerrilla actions, sabotaging supply lines, assassinating Mongol administrators.” The Khan gestured to the map. “We need to understand their strategy, their leadership, their weaknesses. You know how Jin nobility thinks. How they organize. What motivates them.”
One of the commanders—Khan Jebe, the one who’d objected to Wei from the beginning—spoke up. “With respect, she’s Jin. How do we know she’s not feeding us false information? Leading us into traps?”
“Because if I were,” Wei said quietly, “I’d be dead already. Everything I’ve told you has been verified. Every person I’ve recommended for integration has proven reliable. Every threat I’ve identified has been legitimate.” She met Jebe’s eyes. “I’m not helping you because I love the Mongol Empire. I’m helping you because the Jin Empire is dead, and I’m choosing survival over pride.”
“That’s exactly what a spy would say.”
“Then execute me and find out. But you’ll lose the most valuable intelligence asset you have for understanding Jin resistance.” Wei’s voice was steady. “The choice is yours.”
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