Chapter 12#
“ Let Buddha purify your dirty mind ” Chapter ID: 7213202#
Rong Yu was held by Chu Tan with a hand under his butt, his thighs just straddling Chu Tan’s hips, so that thing happened to be pressed right against his inner thigh. Even through their clothes, he could feel how hard it was.
Rong Yu’s face flushed bright red—not from embarrassment, but from anger.
Through gritted teeth, he squeezed out a few words from between his lips, “Are you a dog? Getting aroused anywhere.”
Afraid of being heard by the Third Prince, Rong Yu deliberately spoke in a breathy whisper; with each breath, the warm puff sprayed against Chu Tan’s ear.
Thus Rong Yu felt that thing at his inner thigh jump very excitedly a couple of times.
Rong Yu: “……”
Rong Yu was almost laugh-angry. “If you don’t behave, I’ll geld you when we get back.”
Chu Tan finally stilled.
The Third Prince didn’t find anyone. At that moment, a cat jumped down from the rockery. Rong Yue followed over; seeing it was a cat, not a person, he sighed in relief, “It’s the cat my fourth sister keeps.”
Rong Yue squatted down and beckoned the cat, “Taxue, come here.”
The cat looked at Rong Yue, then at the Third Prince, then turned and jumped into the rockery.
Rong Yue pursed his lips awkwardly. The Third Prince ruffled his hair, “This cat has no idea what’s good for it. If you like, I’ll give you one later.”
Rong Yue shook his head, “No need.”
The Third Prince said, “Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and there’s a banquet at the palace. How about I send a carriage to pick you up?”
“Will Father go?”
“All court officials of the third rank and above may bring their families. Your father naturally will be going.”
Rong Yue said, “Then I’ll just ride in the carriage with Father. Don’t send a carriage—it would be too conspicuous.”
“What’s conspicuous about that? You are my concubine’s younger brother—that makes you my brother too. What’s wrong with me sending a carriage?”
Rong Yue’s face reddened, “You still have the nerve to call me your brother? You, you just now…”
The Third Prince laughed, “Who said a wife’s brother can’t be kissed? In Father’s harem, there are several pairs of twin sisters.”
“You’re shameless…”
The two walked off, all lovey-dovey.
Rong Yu, hiding in the rockery, swallowed his saliva, disgusted. He didn’t understand: the Third Prince looked sleazy no matter how you looked at him—how on earth did he become the gong?
Rong Yu turned to look at the one in front of him. Chu Tan’s face looked decent enough—not as sleazy as the Third Prince, but he was no good either!
“You dog, have you groped enough?” Rong Yu narrowed his eyes and said menacingly.
Chu Tan paused the hand that was kneading Rong Yu’s butt, “Apologies for offending you, Young Master.”
“So you know it’s offensive!”
Chu Tan said innocently, “Young Master’s legs can’t be used, so I had to support your butt in order to hold you.”
Rong Yu said angrily, “I told you to hold me, not to grope. Why are your claws moving?”
Chu Tan lowered his eyes, “Apologies, this servant couldn’t help himself.”
“If I chop off those claws of yours, you won’t be able to help yourself anymore.”
“Then this servant won’t be able to push Young Master’s wheelchair anymore.”
Rong Yu let out a cold laugh, his voice seemingly laced with frost, “You still need both hands to push the wheelchair? That thing below your waist seems to have even more energy than your hands!”
Chu Tan: “Thank you for the compliment, Young Master.”
Why didn’t the book ever mention that Wei Jingtan was a shameless, sharp-tongued, slutty gong?!
Rong Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could be killed by the protagonists or die by suicide, but he absolutely would not die from anger!
Suppressing his anger, Rong Yu said, “Take me back.”
Biying Pavilion.
As soon as Mo Shu saw Rong Yu, he felt the low pressure radiating from him and hurriedly asked, “Young master, what happened?”
Rong Yu said coldly, “Bring the whip.”
“What does the young master need a whip for?” Mo Shu instantly understood, gave Chu Tan a fierce glare, and said, “You made the young master angry?”
Chu Tan remained silent.
Presenting the whip, Mo Shu advised, “Young Master, don’t lower yourself to anger over this idiot. I just rolled a lot of tapioca pearls and boiled a big bowl of milk tea. Would you like a taste?”
Rong Yu: “Leave us.”
Mo Shu’s eyes widened, “Young Master? How can I leave you alone with him?”
Rong Yu swept a cold glare at him, and Mo Shu immediately shut his mouth and left reluctantly.
Rong Yu lashed the bed with the whip.
Chu Tan understood immediately, lifted Rong Yu onto the bed, and even fetched a soft pillow to prop him up.
“Kneel.”
Chu Tan knelt in front of the bed with practiced ease, even slightly arching his back, ready to take the lash.
Unexpectedly, Rong Yu said calmly, “Take off your clothes.”
Chu Tan raised his eyes.
Rong Yu’s expression was faint, revealing no joy or anger, but his eyes were as sharp as ice, shimmering with a chilling cold that made one afraid.
Chu Tan swiftly took off his clothes, revealing his bare upper body.
Usually, when Chu Tan wore clothes, he always seemed very thin. Unexpectedly, once he took them off, it turned out he had no shortage of pectorals and abs—not exaggeratedly bulging like knotted ropes, but well-defined, looking quite sturdy.
Like the man himself, it too was good at disguising.
Rong Yu sneered, raised his hand, and delivered a whip across Chu Tan’s chest. A pale red mark instantly appeared on his chest, faintly showing dots of blood.
“Take off your trousers too.”
Chu Tan was silent and did not move.
Rong Yu narrowed his beautiful peach-blossom eyes and used the whip to lift Chu Tan’s chin, “Disobedient?”
Chu Tan raised his eyelids, his dark eyes fixed on Rong Yu, then slowly undid his belt and slipped off his outer robe.
Rong Yu slid the whip down from Chu Tan’s chin, across the protruding Adam’s apple, over his chest and abdomen, and finally stopped at the waistband of his trousers, “Take off your pants—can’t you understand?”
Chu Tan was silent for a moment, then took off his last garment and knelt upright, completely naked.
It would have looked quite defiant—if his cock weren’t standing tall and stiff.
Perhaps because he was used to it now, Rong Yu no longer found it strange. He tapped Chu Tan’s penis with the whip and sneered, “Filthy thing, you can get hard from being beaten? Are you a pervert?”
“No.” Chu Tan stared fixedly at Rong Yu, his unbridled, aggressive gaze telling him: it’s not that I get hard from being beaten, but that I get hard looking at you.
Rong Yu tightened his grip on the whip handle. Clearly he held the higher position, with Chu Tan kneeling below; clearly he was clothed while Chu Tan was completely naked. Yet Rong Yu still felt a shameful sensation of being stripped bare by Chu Tan’s gaze, making him feel perpetually suppressed.
Was this some halo that Heaven had bestowed upon the child of destiny?
Rong Yu struck another whip, drawing a crimson cross on Chu Tan’s chest with the lash mark.
Chu Tan let out a muffled groan of pain, his body trembling slightly.
At last, that aggressive, oppressive aura dissipated. Rong Yu curled his lips in satisfaction, “Come here.”
Chu Tan crawled forward two steps.
Rong Yu put down the whip and slowly removed the prayer beads from his left wrist. Then he bent down and slipped the beads over Chu Tan’s still-erect penis. As his fair, soft fingertips touched Chu Tan’s cock, Chu Tan couldn’t help but let out a moan, and his cock grew another size larger.
The beads, which had hung loosely and wrapped twice around Rong Yu’s wrist, when wrapped just three times around the shaft, became especially tight.
Chu Tan frowned, uncomfortable and swollen.
When he was uncomfortable, Rong Yu was happy.
Rong Yu raised his eyebrows, a trace of pleasure flashing through his glittering peach-blossom eyes. He leaned close to Chu Tan, his voice low, slow, and gentle, very much like a lover’s murmur.
“Let Buddha purify your filthy soul.”
Chu Tan was not provoked to anger. Instead, because of Rong Yu’s closeness, his penis twitched twice in excitement, swelling even larger, nearly about to snap the beads.
Rong Yu gave him a cold sidelong glance, “You’re truly beyond saving. Just kneel there.”
Having said that, Rong Yu lay down, turning his back to Chu Tan in annoyance.
【Author’s note:】
Rong Yu (sarcastic): You still need to use your hands to push the wheelchair?
Chu Tan (shrugs): It’s not like I can push it with my cock.
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