Chapter 16#
“Is It the Heart’s Desire, or the Dick’s Desire?” Chapter Number: 7221263#
But at this moment, Rong Yu wasn’t the only one attracting Chu Tan’s gaze—there were others too.
Second floor.
A man in dark robes wearing a gold mask, a cup of wine in hand, drank slowly. His appreciative gaze never left Rong Yu.
“I had no idea the capital had produced such a figure.”
The man sitting across from him had also been observing for a while. After a moment’s deliberation, he answered,
“This young master uses a wheelchair, and the armrests are inlaid with warm jade. The carving on his hand warmer is exquisite, likely the work of a grand master of the Jewel Pavilion. The red fox fur cloak draped over him is worth a fortune. In the capital, among those with leg ailments who dress so extravagantly, there can only be one person: the third son of Vice Minister Rong, Rong Yu.”
The dark-robed man raised an eyebrow. “As expected of the Imperial Guard Commander—you can even see the carvings on his hand warmer clearly from the second floor.”
The Commander smiled. “Your Highness flatters me. It’s only that my younger sister is fond of the Jewel Pavilion’s pieces, and I’ve bought a few for her. That’s why I know a thing or two.”
The dark-robed man took a small sip of wine, phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, and sighed. “So he is Rong Yue’s younger brother. They say the Rong family’s third son is sinister and cruel, long known by the name of Asura. Seeing him today, I realize the rumors cannot be trusted.”
By now Rong Yu had already received the first-place prize: a jade pot of Qionghua Dew.
He lifted the lid and sniffed. The rich aroma of wine, mixed with the faint fragrance of qionghua blossoms, drifted out from the mouth of the pot and lingered in the air. Everyone who caught it sighed at how fragrant it was.
Rong Yu’s mouth watered. Overjoyed, he couldn’t wait to pour a cup and taste it. After one sip, his eyes lit up.
“Excellent wine!”
The dark-robed man on the second floor couldn’t help showing a smile. “I’d like a taste of this Qionghua Dew too.”
The Commander said, “I hear that before the new year, the prefect of Yangzhou presented a tribute batch of Qionghua Dew. If Your Highness wishes to drink it, why not ask the Emperor for a cup?”
The smile on the dark-robed man’s face faded. His tone was plain. “What I want and seek, I still have to beg from others. That is hardly pleasant.”
There seemed to be a hidden meaning in his words. The Commander immediately turned serious. “Your subject follows wherever Your Highness leads. I await your command.”
The dark-robed man didn’t answer, still looking at Rong Yu. “What a pity—a figure of such brilliance, yet crippled in the legs. If he ever entered officialdom, he would surely be a talent our Great Zhou could use.”
Perhaps he had been staring for too long, and it caught Chu Tan’s attention.
Chu Tan lifted his gaze and glanced over. His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the gold mask, as if he could see the face beneath it. He narrowed his eyes, then subtly moved to block Rong Yu behind him.
The dark-robed man curved his lips and set down his cup. “That’s enough. I should return to the palace. The banquet is about to begin, and my imperial father will be angry.”
Though his words seemed to fear the Emperor’s reprimand, his tone and expression held not a trace of respect or fear—only contempt and disdain. His ambition was as obvious as Sima Zhao’s.
In just a moment, Rong Yu had already drunk half the pot of Qionghua Dew down. If Moshu hadn’t stopped him, he could have finished it all.
Rong Yu looked at the wine pot Moshu had snatched away, licking his lips with lingering reluctance. This Qionghua Dew was truly sweet and smooth—one sip after another was impossible to stop, and he wished he could keep drinking it forever.
When Chu Tan saw his liquid eyes and flushed cheeks, his hands itched. He held back for a long time before stopping himself from going up and touching.
Moshu urged, “Young master, it’s time for us to return to the manor.”
But Rong Yu didn’t want to. He was in a wonderful mood now—he should do something pleasant and comfortable. He thought for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand. “I’ll take you all to soak in a hot spring.”
Rong Yu had an estate on the outskirts of the capital, and inside the estate was a natural hot spring. When he was young, Lady Yang often brought him to soak; the hot spring was good for his health.
So the group went to the hot spring estate.
The people at the estate had received word in advance that their master was coming, so they were waiting at the gate early to receive him. The spring, the food—everything had been prepared.
The hot spring was originally open-air, but because Rong Yu’s health was poor, Lady Yang had built an indoor pool in the estate, channeling the spring water into it continuously.
After pushing Rong Yu inside, Moshu removed Rong Yu’s mask and was preparing to undress his master when he suddenly turned his head, glared at Chu Tan, and said, “You. Get out.”
Chu Tan refused. “Why?”
“Don’t tell me you intend to share a hot spring bath with the young master?”
“Why not? The young master needs someone at his side to serve him.”
“That’s still my job.” Moshu lifted his chin. “No need for you to worry.”
Chu Tan frowned slightly. Through the mask, Moshu couldn’t see his expression, but he could feel his gaze suddenly turn cold and the pressure in the air around him drop.
Moshu inexplicably felt a little afraid. Then he thought, Why should I be afraid of him? He’s just a servant. I’ve been at the young master’s side for over ten years—far closer than him!
On the other side, Rong Yu was already sweating from the heat. The room was hot, the hot spring was steaming, and he was still wearing his fox fur cloak.
The alcohol went to his head. Drunkenly, he closed his eyes and muttered, “So hot.”
Moshu glared at Chu Tan, then turned to remove Rong Yu’s outer robe. Rong Yu lounged lazily against the chair back, his hand casually tugging at his collar, revealing a wide expanse of snow-white skin. Sweat beads glistened on it, shining with a delicate gleam.
Moshu immediately blocked Rong Yu from view and began shooing Chu Tan out.
Chu Tan had obviously reached his limit. Genuinely annoyed by Moshu, he chopped the back of Moshu’s neck with the edge of his hand, knocked him out, and threw him outside.
But when he came back, he ran straight into Rong Yu’s open eyes. Rong Yu tilted his head and looked at him. “Where did you throw my Moshu?”
Chu Tan’s narrow, long eyes narrowed, displeasure flickering in them. “The young master has never called me so intimately.”
Rong Yu blinked very slowly, his long lashes casting broad shadows over his eyes. He said casually, “Then what should I call you? Pervert? Hooligan? Mad dog?”
He caught Chu Tan’s wrist as it reached toward his chest. “Mm? Filthy creature.”
Chu Tan’s expression was unruffled. “This servant merely wished to undress you, young master. You can’t exactly soak in a hot spring with your clothes on.”
Rong Yu let go. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“The young master can call this servant whatever he likes.” Chu Tan knelt on one knee in front of Rong Yu, placed his hand on the belt, and slowly undid it.
Rong Yu looked down at him from above. “I was asking about Moshu.”
“He’ll be sleeping in the room next door all night. The young master need not worry.”
“Are you threatening me that no matter what happens tonight, no one will come to save me?”
“This servant wouldn’t dare.” Chu Tan kept his eyes lowered, peeling away the last layer of Rong Yu’s underclothes little by little, until that flawless, jade-white body was completely exposed to the air.
“Wouldn’t you?” Rong Yu gave him a sideways glance with those wine-flushed peach-blossom eyes, reached out a fair fingertip, and lifted Chu Tan’s chin. “You have a great deal of nerve.”
A scorching current surged through Chu Tan’s chest. His throat felt itchy and dry, and he swallowed desperately.
Rong Yu cast a look downward, then lazily curved his lips. “You dog, you’re being improper.”
Chu Tan stood there with a large bulge at the front of his trousers, showing no shame at all. “This servant couldn’t help himself.”
He kept saying “I was wrong,” “I wouldn’t dare,” “I couldn’t help myself,” yet his face was perfectly composed and his eyes full of desire. Every time, Rong Yu wanted to pry open that face and see exactly how thick his skin was.
Rong Yu pressed his thumb against the corner of Chu Tan’s mouth and, with deliberate humiliation, shoved it firmly into Chu Tan’s mouth.
But unexpectedly, Chu Tan stuck out his scarlet tongue, coiled it around Rong Yu’s finger, and licked and nibbled at it obscenely, all while lifting his head and staring straight at Rong Yu. “You are the desire of my heart.”
Rong Yu laughed coldly. “The desire of your heart, or the desire of your dick?”
He withdrew his hand, wiped it clean on Chu Tan’s neck, and then leaned lazily back against the chair, unconcerned about his own naked body.
Perhaps the alcohol had made him bold and reckless.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered Chu Tan.
Chu Tan didn’t hesitate for a moment. In a few quick movements, he stripped himself completely bare.
Rong Yu curved his lips. “Why aren’t you removing the mask?”
Chu Tan straightened up, moved close to Rong Yu, and guided Rong Yu’s hand onto the mask. “I want the young master to take it off for me.”
Rong Yu slapped Chu Tan’s bare right cheek. “Keep it on, you stupid dog.”
From top to bottom, he admired Chu Tan’s smooth, handsome muscles: the full chest, the sharply defined abdomen, the veins tensing over his lower belly, and the thick, long cock jutting upward.
The alcohol stimulated his brain, searing his organs. An unbearable heat surged up from below his stomach, traveling along his meridians and igniting his entire body.
It was a desire Rong Yu had suppressed for over two months. But now, under the catalysis of alcohol, he no longer wanted to endure it.
Chu Tan raised an eyebrow, staring at Rong Yu’s erect penis. “Young master, you’re hard.”
“Mm.” Rong Yu took a deep breath and slowly wrapped his hand around his own shaft.
“Young master, why not let me help—”
“Chu Tan.” Rong Yu cut him off. The scarlet corners of his eyes tilted upward as he stared at him coldly. “If you dare touch me today, then from now on, don’t appear before me again.”
Chu Tan’s eager hand curled back. His Adam’s apple bobbed once, and he lowered his head docilely. “This servant wouldn’t dare.”
“Hmph. You’d better not.”
Rong Yu closed his eyes and began to stroke his cock, a little clumsily. Though it was his first time doing such a thing, male instinct quickly taught him the rhythm. Pleasure crashed over him from all directions, making his whole body tremble with excitement.
The already flushed corners of his eyes became wet and crimson, as if daubed with a layer of gorgeous rouge. His cheeks also surged with red. His wet, red lips parted slightly, releasing quick, husky breaths.
Every movement, every expression, every sound made Chu Tan’s breathing heavier, and even the cock between his legs twitched with excitement.
Bloodshot veins seeped into Chu Tan’s eyes. Through the mask, he took in every one of Rong Yu’s seductive graces. The little young master had no idea how gorgeous he was right now, how much someone wanted to pull him into their arms and fuck him senseless.
Rong Yu, meanwhile, was completely unaware of Chu Tan’s thoughts. Even if he had known, he would only have sneered and called him a filthy thing with his brains in his crotch.
Rong Yu was entirely immersed in the pleasure of his first masturbation. The numbness that shot up from the base of his spine rushed straight to his head. A white flash passed before his eyes, and with a muffled groan, he came.
Thick white semen sprayed onto Rong Yu’s belly, thighs, and hands—sticky everywhere.
Rong Yu panted heavily, gradually calming his breathing. But when the pleasure of his climax faded, there was no imagined relief. Instead, an indescribable emptiness rose from within his body.
It was a longing from the body’s other sexual organ.
Rong Yu lifted his eyelids and looked down at himself. Chu Tan followed his gaze.
Below the softened cock, a small, budding flower was oozing crystalline honeydew.
“Gulp.” Chu Tan swallowed.
Rong Yu cast him a contemptuous glance, pinched Chu Tan’s cheek with his semen-stained hand, and mocked, “Why are you greedy wherever you look? Do you like men, or do you like women?”
“I like you.” Chu Tan cupped Rong Yu’s hand with both of his. While looking at Rong Yu, he sucked each finger one by one with the tip of his tongue, licking away the semen. With every bob of his Adam’s apple, he swallowed it all.
A fierce flame burst from those pitch-black eyes, almost scorching Rong Yu’s own. Rong Yu instinctively averted his gaze. When he realized what he had done, he felt as if he’d been cowed, and backhanded Chu Tan across the face.
Chu Tan licked the corner of his mouth. A faint smile curved at his lips, looking somehow sinister.
Rong Yu’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t actually enjoy being hit, do you?”
Chu Tan murmured, “As long as it comes from you, I savor it all.”
“Hmph. Degenerate.” Rong Yu cursed with contempt.
He lowered his eyes to Chu Tan’s erect dick. The purplish-red shaft was knotted with bulging veins, looking far more ferocious than Rong Yu’s own pale cock. The huge tip was already wet, and thick gland fluid continuously leaked from the slit, ran down the glans, and dripped to the floor, pulling into a long silvery thread. Every so often it gave a few twitches.
“Tsk.” Rong Yu frowned. “Ugly.”
Chu Tan glanced at Rong Yu’s lightly colored cock. “Naturally, not as lovely as the young master’s.”
In the Great Zhou, “lovely” could be used to praise either men or women for outstanding looks, so Rong Yu could hardly find fault with it.
But though he spoke with disgust, the more he looked at Chu Tan’s body full of masculine strength, the wetter and itchier Rong Yu’s flower cave became. Honeyed liquid had already run along the fleshy slit and dripped onto the wheelchair.
“Young master… wouldn’t you like some relief?” Chu Tan’s eyes were dark, his voice slightly hoarse.
Rong Yu looked at Chu Tan quietly, then suddenly smiled and commanded, “Put my right leg on your shoulder.”
[Author’s note:]
He can’t get it, he can’t get it—Chu Tan can’t get it. For now, he can only look and not eat. Let him burn with frustration.