Chapter 17#

“Did you enjoy licking?” Chapter ID: 7222381#

The temperature in the room was high, the hot spring continuously emitting steam. Thin wisps of mist floated across the surface of the water, accompanied by the crisp tinkling of the spring as it flowed in, like a scene from a fairyland.

On the platform by the pool were two figures shrouded in mist—one sitting in a wheelchair, the other kneeling half-crouched on the ground, both completely naked.

They were extremely close, so close that their breaths intertwined.

Chu Tan looked up at Rong Yu, able to smell the wine on his breath, wrapped in a faint fragrance of qionghua blossoms, intoxicating—as if he too had caught the drunkenness.

“Put my right leg on your shoulder,” he heard Rong Yu say.

So Chu Tan lowered his gaze, casting it upon Rong Yu’s leg.

Those slender, straight, pale legs were as lustrous and flawless as jade, yet filled with a fragility that seemed ready to snap.

Chu Tan couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. He placed his hand on Rong Yu’s calf, gripping the bone and flesh that could be encircled by a single hand, feeling that cool, smooth texture seep and spread between his fingers—sending his entire body into violent tremors. Every cell quivered, emitting signals of craving and adoration.

Rong Yu shifted his body, reaching for the wine jug on the small table. Turning his head, he found Chu Tan still staring fixedly at his leg, his gaze filled with tangible drooling desire and excitement.

This wasn’t the first time. Back in the bathroom, he’d already discovered Chu Tan’s extraordinary obsession with his overly thin legs.

Rong Yu took a sip of wine from the bottle, squinting as he scrutinized Chu Tan for a moment. Suddenly he burst into uncontrollable laughter. “You really have broadened my horizons again.”

He bent down, leaning close to Chu Tan, and blew a breath onto his face. The rich smell of alcohol drilled into his nostrils, making Chu Tan’s mind drift for an instant.

Then he heard Rong Yu’s soft, mocking voice: “You cripple-fetishizing pervert.”

Chu Tan’s Adam’s apple rolled. Hoarsely, he said, “This servant does not understand. What does ‘cripple-fetishizing’ mean?”

“Literal meaning.” Rong Yu couldn’t be bothered to explain to Chu Tan. He leaned back against the chair, raised his delicate chin, and gestured for Chu Tan to hurry up.

Almost holding his breath, Chu Tan slowly and gently lifted Rong Yu’s leg, as if afraid of shattering this jade-white work of art, and draped it over his left shoulder.

And with his movement, Rong Yu’s two legs were spread completely apart. The flower cave between his legs was pulled open, the normally closed slit gradually parting into a small opening.

The tender pink labia opened to both sides, the lustrous fluid clinging to them stretching into several short, gleaming silver threads—sticky and wanton.

The stretching of the flower cave produced a strange sensation, as if air had slipped in through that small opening, making the tight little hole shyly contract. It was as if an invisible feather had brushed over it, stirring up unbearable itchiness from within.

Rong Yu couldn’t help but let out a moan. He closed his eyes, reaching his hand down between his legs to touch this organ he’d never engaged with in either of his two lives.

It was very soft, very hot, and slick with moisture.

His fingertip shrank back slightly. Rong Yu furrowed his brow, clumsily and carefully exploring for the place that could produce pleasure.

Chu Tan watched Rong Yu without blinking, watching those slender white fingers stir at the flower cave, rubbing the originally pale pink labia until they were wet and red. Watched his pink, glossy nails become stained with lustrous fluid, reflecting a lewd gleam. Watched his cock, erect on its own without any touch at all.

Chu Tan’s gaze continued upward, landing on the slender, pale waist and chest. The crimson nipples, like two cornelian berries, adorned his chest brightly and distinctly. His chest rose and fell violently, gradually flushing with the pink of lust.

Rong Yu seemed somewhat unskilled. Sometimes when he touched a sensitive spot, the tingling numbness and pleasure that shot up made him moan aloud, and the next second it might slide somewhere else, and the pleasure would vanish in an instant.

Desire rose and fell. Rong Yu rubbed himself messily, his brows furrowed together from unbearable need. The crimson corners of his eyes glistened with watery light, soaking his thick lashes until they clumped together.

The image was overwhelming—too lewd, too seductive.

Chu Tan eagerly licked his lips. Deep in his pitch-black pupils danced flames, barely able to restrain the urge to violate Rong Yu. His spine arched slightly, tense—a posture ready to rise and attack.

Rong Yu sensed his restlessness. He merely lifted his eyelids, casting a glance down at him from above with those shimmering, watery eyes. The faint warning in that indifferent gaze forced Chu Tan to suppress his wildly pounding heart and compel himself to stay in place.

Like a dog with food right in front of him, but because his master hadn’t permitted it, he could only drool and wait.

But even if Chu Tan was a dog, he wasn’t one that would obediently listen.

Taking advantage of Rong Yu’s tightly shut eyes, he brazenly caressed Rong Yu’s numb, senseless calf. The skin, pampered and spoiled with gold and jade, was incomparably smooth, not a single hair in sight.

Chu Tan rubbed his cheek and jaw against the soft flesh of the calf, unable to resist pressing his thin lips to it in kisses and bites. His crimson tongue licked trails of watery marks, curling around the soft flesh to suck gently, quickly drawing the fair skin into a flushed, blood-congested red.

He traveled downward, gradually kissing to the ankle.

Chu Tan cupped Rong Yu’s foot, his eyes filled with near-fanatical obsession. His Adam’s apple rolled as he lowered his head with apparent deference, pressing a light kiss to the protruding ankle bone. Then his true nature emerged—his stark white teeth caught hold of the ankle bone and gnawed, leaving behind a deep, round bite mark.

Afterward, he licked it gently with the tip of his tongue, lapping away the seeping beads of blood.

As if certain Rong Yu wouldn’t notice, or perhaps he simply wasn’t afraid of being discovered.

Chu Tan wantonly toyed with Rong Yu’s exquisite jade foot, stroking his own penis with one hand while viciously staring at Rong Yu’s masturbating hand. That scorching gaze wished it could replace Rong Yu’s own hand and personally defile that hungry, needy cunt.

Finally, when Rong Yu sensed something amiss, he opened his eyes. What entered his view was Chu Tan’s obscene appearance—sucking on his toes while jerking his cock. Sticky fluid from the glans had even pooled into a puddle on the floor.

Clearly, his foot had been played with for quite some time. It was covered in Chu Tan’s saliva, along with bite marks both large and small. His rounded toes gleamed, flawless as a finely crafted jade artifact.

Rong Yu narrowed his eyes, a strange, brilliant light flashing through his peach-blossom eyes.

Far from stopping, Chu Tan grew even bolder, his dark eyes staring fixedly at Rong Yu.

Rong Yu could feel the scorching heat of his gaze, could even feel as if that gaze had transformed into countless tentacles wrapping around him layer by layer, wantonly caressing and violating his body.

Goosebumps rose across Rong Yu’s entire body, and a wave of heat surged from within, continuously stimulating his brain.

Rong Yu couldn’t help but breathe faster. He had never masturbated in front of anyone before, let alone with a deformed female cunt. Yet now, no matter what, his hand couldn’t stop, and his gaze couldn’t tear away from Chu Tan.

The man’s beautifully shaped lips wrapped around his toes, sucking in a deliberately pornographic, slow manner, as if putting on a show just for him. As he licked, he made constant wet smacking sounds. When his lips and tongue left the toes, there was even a crisp “pop.”

That crisp sound plucked at Rong Yu’s taut heartstrings, making his breath catch. In an instant, another surge of lustful fluid gushed from his flower cave.

Rong Yu closed his eyes, enduring that piercing craving, and feigned composure: “You know my legs have no feeling. No matter how much you lick, it’s useless.”

Chu Tan didn’t expose Rong Yu’s pretense. The corner of his lips curled into a wicked arc. “Young master has no feeling, but I do.”

As if deliberately performing for Rong Yu, he stroked his penis hard with his right hand. The thick, long shaft had already turned deep purple from being pent up, veins bulging prominently. His slender fingers wrapped tightly around the shaft, and with every stroke, translucent fluid squeezed out from the slit, dripping stickily to the floor.

The squelching, squishing sounds, accompanied by Chu Tan’s low, hoarse panting, echoed through the empty, quiet room and rang in Rong Yu’s ears.

Then, Chu Tan extended his crimson tongue and licked along Rong Yu’s sole, from bottom to top.

Though his foot had no sensation at all, that heat and itch surged up from the depths of his heart, making every sense in his body extraordinarily acute—his fingers even curled involuntarily.

Rong Yu could clearly see the thread of saliva stretching from Chu Tan’s tongue as it left his sole.

That silver thread stretched longer and longer, thinner and thinner, until it snapped. Then, with a “pop,” the string in Rong Yu’s mind snapped as well.

An indescribable pleasure suddenly flooded his cerebral cortex. His pupils began to dilate, his whole body jolted, and he released a trembling, blissful moan.

His lower abdomen convulsed and trembled wildly. Great gushes of lustful fluid sprayed from his hole, some even splattering onto Chu Tan’s mask.

Rong Yu leaned back against the chair, dazed, gasping for breath. He couldn’t believe he had just masturbated to completion right in front of Chu Tan.

And more than that—he had achieved an unprecedented orgasm by watching Chu Tan play with his completely senseless foot.

That stimulation was a hundred times more pleasurable than ejaculation, because most of it came from psychological teasing and seduction. With nothing more than his eyes and his actions, Chu Tan had sent Rong Yu to the peak of desire.

But once Rong Yu recovered, he felt a surge of fury at being controlled.

He looked coldly at Chu Tan. “Did you enjoy licking?”

Chu Tan’s voice was slightly hoarse. “Yes.”

Rong Yu curved his red lips, his voice laced with seduction, his peach-blossom eyes hazy with moisture. “Then how about letting you lick me here too?”

Chu Tan’s eyes lit up instantly. Even through the mask, his excitement was palpable. He eagerly leaned forward, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly. “May I?”

Chu Tan’s scorching breath sprayed onto his private parts. Rong Yu’s lower back instinctively tensed, and he squeezed his legs together.

He extended one finger, pressing it against Chu Tan’s forehead, and curled his lips maliciously. “Just kidding. You may not.”

Chu Tan froze in place.

Rong Yu felt he had finally won a round, amusement spilling from his eyes. But the next second, he couldn’t laugh anymore, because the dog had stopped obeying.

Chu Tan pressed against his inner thighs, forcefully spreading them apart, and buried his head between his legs.

The cold touch of the mask made Rong Yu shudder, but immediately after, a hot tongue forcibly invaded his hole.

That rough tongue coating slid back and forth over the labia, even gathering them up to suck. Accompanied by the fiery breath drilling through the opening into the never-trodden passage, it brought unprecedented stimulation—while in exchange, torrents of lustful juices flowed out.

In merely an instant, Rong Yu was nearly pushed to a second orgasm by the intense pleasure of alternating cold and hot.

Rong Yu’s mind went hazy for a moment. Gritting his teeth, he yanked Chu Tan’s hair and pulled him away. Just as he was about to curse him, his gaze swept downward and caught sight of Chu Tan’s taut lower abdomen, his rock-hard penis spurting thick white ejaculate—stream after stream shooting from the engorged slit.

This dog—he’d forcibly licked his hole against his wishes, and he’d even come!

Rong Yu’s face turned ashen. He spat out two words, dark and ominous: “Shameless!”

Chu Tan looked at Rong Yu through half-lowered eyelids, his pitch-black pupils thick with unrelenting desire. His thin lips were coated with a glistening sheen of moisture. He licked the corner of his mouth and flashed a grin—provocative and wanton. “So sweet.”

Rong Yu wanted to smash the wine jug against his face, but he couldn’t bear to waste the sweet qionghua dew. Instead, he rewarded him with a heavy slap across the face, sending Chu Tan’s mask flying off.

That incomparably handsome face was revealed beneath the lamplight—except a bright red handprint was slowly surfacing on his right cheek.

Chu Tan wasn’t the least bit angry. In fact, he touched his burning cheek with a hint of lingering fondness and chuckled softly. “Don’t be angry, young master. It’s time to soak in the hot spring.”

He rose to his feet, lifted Rong Yu into his arms, and slowly stepped into the warm pool.

[Author’s note:]

I swear—I didn’t originally plan to have Chu Tan lick YuYu’s little pussy. He insisted on doing it himself (spreads hands)