Chapter 27#

“A dog that’s too obedient isn’t much fun.”#

The sudden warmth and softness on his lips stunned Chu Tan for a moment, but he only froze for a second before immediately wrapping his arm around Rong Yu’s waist and kissing back with even more aggression and force.

To be honest, the taste of this kiss wasn’t particularly pleasant.

It was less a kiss and more a fierce plunder—both their faces were covered in blood and dirt, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the bitter greenness of grass juice, exchanged and swallowed between their lips and tongues along with saliva.

It was as if they were competing to see who could be fiercer. If one put in ten parts of force, the other would surely respond with twelve parts of brute strength. From waist to chest, they pressed tightly together, lips and teeth knocking, tongues entwining, breaths heavy and chaotic, accompanied by sticky, wet sounds that rang out especially loud in the silent black night.

And yet, the psychological sensation this kiss brought was extremely pleasurable. Rong Yu felt an unprecedented thrill—he had never kissed anyone in either of his two lifetimes. Every cell, every nerve fiber in his body vibrated with joyful resonance.

It was as if a huge, hollow fissure had split open deep within him. His brain screamed for more, and Chu Tan always responded immediately, soothing his urgent craving.

They both desperately plundered each other’s breath and saliva. The more they kissed, the drier their mouths became; the more they kissed, the more insatiable their desires grew.

Rong Yu slipped his hand inside Chu Tan’s clothes, blindly feeling the man’s solid muscles until he reached his shoulder. A low, muffled grunt escaped Chu Tan’s nose.

His touch met something sticky, wet, and cold.

“You’re injured.” Rong Yu pulled away from the inseparable kiss, resting his hand on Chu Tan’s shoulder.

“It’s nothing.” Not a trace of pain showed on Chu Tan’s face—instead, he looked thoroughly unsatisfied. He pressed his forehead against Rong Yu’s, breathing heavily, his left hand stroking Rong Yu’s cheek as he planted peck after peck of unsatisfied kisses on Rong Yu’s lips, his dark eyes filled with a surging, tide-like aggression.

“Is the young master repaying me?” Chu Tan murmured between kisses, his low, hoarse voice burrowing into Rong Yu’s ears, making his already racing heart burn even hotter.

“Of course not.” Rong Yu straightened up and leaned forward, pressing his lower abdomen against Chu Tan’s waist so he could feel his heat and restlessness.

“I want to fuck you.” In the darkness, Rong Yu’s peach-blossom eyes gleamed with startling intensity—so direct, so excited, carrying a reckless, fearless abandon.

Chu Tan raised an eyebrow in surprise. The young master was voluntarily saying he wanted to sleep with him? That was more astonishing than the sun rising from the west.

He glanced around at the wolf corpses littering the ground, then scooped Rong Yu up with one arm. “Then we’ll need to find another place.”

Rong Yu was slender and thin, and sitting on Chu Tan’s arm didn’t look awkward at all. He looped his arms around the man’s neck and eagerly began kissing Chu Tan’s cheeks and ears again.

Chu Tan walked quickly, wishing he could fly. The young master’s kisses and licks made his blood surge with excitement he could barely contain.

After about a quarter of an hour, they finally found a cave. They cleaned it up briefly and started a fire. Fortunately, Mo Shu had packed fire starters in the bundle he’d given Chu Tan—otherwise, they’d both have frozen through the night.

He took out the water pouch, wet the cloth, and wiped Rong Yu’s and his own hands and faces clean.

Chu Tan looked at Rong Yu. The boy’s eyes reflected the dancing flames, and the surging lust within them seemed ready to burn him to ashes. And in Rong Yu’s eyes, he saw the same blazing heat.

Like two fireballs drawn to each other, they collided and exploded, bursting into a sea of flames.

They kissed fiercely, Chu Tan sucking at Rong Yu’s lips and tongue while stripping off his outer robe and spreading it on the ground. He was about to lay Rong Yu down when Rong Yu pressed against his chest and forcefully pushed him over, looming above him as he panted: “I’m the master, you’re the slave. What makes you think you get to take the lead?”

Chu Tan raised an eyebrow, made no move to resist, and lay back, watching with leisurely amusement to see what the young master would do next.

Rong Yu sat on his legs and yanked his clothes open.

The broad, powerful chest and abdomen were immediately exposed—along with the right shoulder, half of it drenched in blood, bearing a bite mark so deep it showed bone, the flesh mangled.

Rong Yu frowned slightly.

Chu Tan said, “I’ve already stopped the bleeding with my internal energy. The young master need not worry.”

“I just don’t want you dying and leaving me alone in this cave to die too.” Rong Yu curled his lip in a mocking sneer. Even in the midst of such blazing passion, his words were cutting and cold.

Chu Tan didn’t mind in the least. Instead, he smiled with intrigue. “Surely the young master could say something nice to deceive me. Saying things like that wounds my heart.”

“You won’t be wounded for long.” Rong Yu patted Chu Tan’s left chest and curled his lips in a smile. In the firelight, his gorgeous peach-blossom eyes flickered brightly, seductive and bewitching.

Rong Yu lowered his head to kiss Chu Tan’s neck, caressing the man’s firm muscles without restraint.

He liked Chu Tan’s body—the smooth, well-defined muscles, the broad shoulders and narrow waist. He’d discovered his desire for Chu Tan’s body way back during their first bath together, but he’d been suppressing it for so long.

Rong Yu hated Chu Tan. Hated his audacity, his shamelessness, his lewdness. The man ought to be a lowly servant, yet he showed not a trace of forbearance or humility. He was always overriding Rong Yu, always testing his boundaries, brazenly eyeing and coveting his body.

And because Rong Yu knew he would die horrifically at Chu Tan’s hands, there was also a hint of revenge in his treatment of the man—beating, cursing, and abusing him at will.

But this pervert had another side too. He was powerful, fierce, and fearless.

He’d rescued Rong Yu from the tiger’s jaws, shielded him when they fell off the cliff, and killed the wolf pack for him.

Rong Yu was absolutely not the type to offer his body out of gratitude for saving his life, but he had to admit that today’s Chu Tan held a fatal attraction for him.

The heart crazily pounding in his chest, the sharp ringing in his brain, the desire raging through his body like a flood—all of it howled with the same signal.

He wanted Chu Tan.

He was done holding back.

Rong Yu stroked Chu Tan’s chest and abdomen, his slender fingertips tracing through the grooves of his abdominal muscles, outlining their clearly defined contours. Then he slid his other hand into the man’s pants and gripped the massive thing that had long since swollen erect.

Cool, soft fingers wrapped around the scalding shaft—it was as if he held Chu Tan’s very lifeline in his hand. Chu Tan narrowed his long eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as a low sigh escaped him. His own hands weren’t idle either; he reached into Rong Yu’s robes, caressing that soft, supple waist, then gradually traveled downward, his fingers sinking into the plump, tender flesh of Rong Yu’s buttocks.

Rong Yu’s body trembled. Every place Chu Tan touched felt exquisitely sensitive, fine prickles of itch passing over his skin and seeping inward, finally pooling as a tide of desire in his lower belly.

His cock strained high against his pants, and the hidden flower between his legs grew wet, eagerly dripping with arousal.

He threw off his cloak and undid the layers upon layers of robes, but with his legs unable to lift, he couldn’t get his pants off.

Chu Tan lifted him up, and once those two bare legs were exposed, he quickly draped the discarded cloak back over them and gathered Rong Yu’s open robes closed, to keep the cold wind from biting in.

Rong Yu sat on Chu Tan’s waist, adjusting his position, slowly grinding down toward Chu Tan’s abdomen.

Chu Tan’s cock had been pulled out by Rong Yu, and being so hard it curved upward against his belly, it was now pinned beneath Rong Yu. The pleasure of pressure and constraint made it swell another size, the veins along its length jumping.

Chu Tan could feel that wet, soft flesh-slit gently writhing and sucking at his cock like a warm, soft little mouth, endlessly secreting slick fluid.

He was desperate to move. His left hand gripped Rong Yu’s waist and lifted, wanting to free his cock and thrust it in.

But the moment he moved, Rong Yu warned, “Don’t move.”

Rong Yu’s eyes were heavy with lust, yet his gaze was cold—the alternation of extreme heat and extreme cold, the battle between desire and reason at the depths of his mind.

The manic, heightened libido of his frenzied state urged him to couple with Chu Tan, but somewhere deep inside, a voice seemed to warn him that this was a decision made while not in a calm state—wrong, irrational, with incalculable consequences.

Rong Yu struggled in this wavering indecision. His agitation grew, his reason gradually slipping away, and desire—like the sea after a brief retreat—surged back with even greater ferocity.

He couldn’t help but grasp his cock and stroke himself, while his other hand roamed wildly over Chu Tan’s body. The man’s skin was scorching, his muscles smooth; the heat alone produced an indescribable sexual pleasure in Rong Yu’s palm, and he couldn’t stop himself from clawing and squeezing, leaving pale red scratch marks across Chu Tan’s waist and abdomen.

Chu Tan was going mad trying to hold back. The veins on his forehead jumped.

It was bad enough that Rong Yu’s hands were setting fires all over his body, but the cunt beneath him was also sucking at his cock, the leaking juices squeezed and smeared between their pressed bodies, writhing wetly and greedily.

He fought desperately against the overwhelming urge to shove his cock inside, instead making shallow, teasing thrusts of his hips, rubbing the shaft against the entrance.

The scalding cock was wrapped in bulging veins, and the little folds’ prominent ridges were rubbed this way and that, flooding with streams of juice. The clitoris was rubbed until it engorged, peeking out a bit from its hidden place, and one touch released earth-shattering pleasure.

“Haah…” Barely a few rubs in, his desire crested. Rong Yu furrowed his brows, a moan of arousal spilling from his red lips.

His cock ejaculated, spurts of semen splattering across Chu Tan’s abdomen. Flecks of white spread over Chu Tan’s beautiful abdominal muscles, painting a lewd picture.

Ever since that single indulgence at the hot spring estate more than two months ago, Rong Yu had remained celibate. This time, so much pent-up desire was released all at once, and the pleasure it brought was multiplied severalfold.

He tilted his head back, gasping heavily, his dazed eyes glazed and unfocused, the tip of a tender pink tongue visible between his parted lips.

The sight before him made Chu Tan’s cock jump with temptation. He wanted nothing more than to tackle the boy down and fuck him ruthlessly, but he knew very well that if he did that, he’d likely never get a chance to be near Rong Yu again.

He had to wait for the right opportunity.

Rong Yu, recovered from his climax, lowered his eyelids slightly. His light-colored pupils regained a measure of clarity, and he glared at Chu Tan with displeasure. “I told you not to move.”

“I couldn’t help it. No one could.” Chu Tan’s hand kneaded between Rong Yu’s waist and buttocks—the soft, smooth feel was addictive, and the full, perky curve set his heart racing.

“You should listen to me.” Rong Yu narrowed his eyes.

“I did listen. The young master said he wanted to have sex with me.” A smile rippled through Chu Tan’s eyes. Even pinned beneath Rong Yu, even with his right shoulder wounded so badly he didn’t dare exert force, he still provoked Rong Yu without a care.

He even thrust his hips up again, and when he caught the fleeting haze in Rong Yu’s eyes, he teased: “The young master told me not to move, but the cunt down below won’t stop sucking me. Should I listen to you—or to this hole?”

The moment the words left his mouth, he felt Rong Yu shift, the labia scraping hard against his cock. But before Chu Tan could savor the pleasure, his cock suddenly went cold. He glanced down—Rong Yu had somehow produced a dagger, its blade glinting coldly, pressed against his groin.

“Say one more word and I’ll make you a eunuch.”

Rong Yu circled the dagger around Chu Tan’s cock, the icy blade making Chu Tan involuntarily suck in his stomach. Yet he still wore that effortless smile, as if he wasn’t afraid at all.

“If the young master won’t let me move, then I’m no different from a eunuch anyway.”

“And if I take your life instead?” The blade’s tip traced up along his abdomen, across his chest, finally coming to rest at Chu Tan’s throat.

Chu Tan’s eyelids drooped half-closed. “The young master said he wanted to have sex with me, but won’t let me move, and only cares about his own pleasure—that’s hardly fair.”

“You don’t get to talk to me about fairness.” Rong Yu’s expression was haughty. Even with his clothes in disarray, even with his lascivious, malformed organ still glistening with obscene wetness, he remained like a high-and-mighty peacock. “Only I get to enjoy myself. You have no right to demand anything.”

“Is that so?” Chu Tan curved his lips. In a flash, he seized Rong Yu’s wrist, snatched the dagger away with casual ease, and pulled the boy tight against his chest. “How many times have I told you? When you kill, you need to be fast, accurate, and ruthless. Don’t talk so much.”

“Did I say I was going to kill you?” Rong Yu showed not a trace of hostage-like tension. Instead, he smiled in triumph. “This is foreplay.”

Rong Yu took Chu Tan’s Adam’s apple into his mouth, lapping and sucking at it with his tongue. His left arm reached around Chu Tan’s injured right arm, looped around the man’s neck, and pressed his re-erected cock against Chu Tan’s.

Two equally hard, scalding cocks collided, and the pleasure made both of them grunt.

“If I’d known, I would have fucked you earlier.” Chu Tan tilted Rong Yu’s chin up, his expression one of genuine regret.

Rong Yu lifted his eyes. The crimson at his tear ducts was as gorgeously vivid as if painted with rouge. He smiled arrogantly—the true master of this affair.

“A dog that’s too obedient isn’t much fun.”

Chu Tan chuckled lowly. With one hand, he parted Rong Yu’s legs, drove his knee between them, and smoothly rolled them over.

In an instant, their positions reversed.

“From now on, I won’t be obedient anymore.”

【Author’s Note:】

Oh no, looks like they’re about to do it (panicking)