Chapter 28#

“I Told You To Say It, So Say It—Why Are You So Fucking Lewd!” Chapter Number: 725008y#

Rong Yu had never imagined that one day he would spread his legs and let someone touch his private parts. Even at the most restless, desire-tormented moments, he had never let Mo Shu relieve him. Instead, he would silently recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra and soak in the pond, waiting for the desire to subside on its own.

But now, on a pitch-black, chilly night, in a crude mountain cave, he was actually taking the initiative to ask Chu Tan for relief, baring his unrestrained, surging lust. It made him tremble with excitement, those beautiful eyes brimming with desire as he gazed at Chu Tan.

Chu Tan kneaded Rong Yu’s flower cave, his fingertips parting the wet folds of flesh. Sticky, slick fluid clung to his hand, and the moment he pulled his fingers apart, silver threads stretched between them, as if reluctant to let him leave. The inner labia had been rubbed soft and pink by the cock, the engorged bud protruding. The moment his fingers touched it, it released electric, scalp-tingling pleasure.

He only pressed the clit lightly a couple of times before Chu Tan moved on to pluck and tease the two pitiful little lips. Transparent, lascivious fluid kept welling up, staining the flower cave slick and drenched. His fingers slid up and down between the folds, pausing briefly at the writhing entrance before moving away in an instant.

This was the first time he had ever touched the young master’s cunt. Last time, a single lick had earned him a slap and a forced jump into the lake. This time, he was going to touch every inch. That way, even if Rong Yu turned his back and pretended nothing happened once they returned, settled the score later, Chu Tan wouldn’t be at a loss.

But even such a teasing, brief touch was enough to send Rong Yu, already heightened in both mind and body, over the edge.

Rong Yu’s brows knitted tightly, a haze of ecstasy flashing through his eyes. A moan of unbearable pleasure escaped his lips, and his whole body trembled as he spilled.

“The young master is truly sensitive—just a touch like this and he’s already come.” Chu Tan was surprised, then let out a low, knowing chuckle. “Right, it makes sense. After all, when the young master masturbated in the past, he only ever rubbed outside his hole.”

Rong Yu ignored him, closing his eyes and panting.

His hand now coated with Rong Yu’s slick fluids, Chu Tan pressed his fingertips against the entrance, circling them slowly, and drawled, “Last time by the hot spring, I watched the young master masturbating without knowing the proper method, and I wanted to say—a slutty cunt needs to be penetrated to truly quench the itch.”

With the final word, his long finger abruptly thrust into the vagina.

“Nngh…” Rong Yu’s tightly shut eyes flew open. His body went rigid, his gaze dazed as he stared at the ceiling.

The never-before-trodden passage frantically squeezed and wrung the intruder, rejecting it and pushing outward, yet at the same time wrapping around it even tighter, layer by layer.

Chu Tan curled his lips, thrusting his finger in and out. Once the passage grew accustomed, he inserted another. The more slick fluid secreted, the more it was pushed out and shoved back in by his fingers. His long fingertips crooked, scraping and digging against the soft inner walls, gradually stretching the tight passage open to a new width.

Rong Yu grabbed fistfuls of the clothes beneath him, biting his lower lip. The foreign sensation inside his hole was accompanied by intense pleasure—the more fingers, the stronger the foreign feeling, and the more he loved it. His chest heaved violently, gasps and moans spilling together through the gaps between his teeth.

By the time Chu Tan worked in a third finger, Rong Yu’s inner thighs had begun to cramp and spasm. Water dripped and trembled out from the gaps between the passage and the fingers, leaving the space between his legs slick and wet.

He couldn’t help but clench his thighs around Chu Tan’s hand, instinctively trying to expel it, but Chu Tan forcibly pried them apart with his left hand.

“Young master, don’t squeeze—my right hand is injured.” Chu Tan wore a smile on his lips. He claimed injury, yet thrust even more brutally into the depths. Aside from a little scraped skin, his flexible, nimble fingers showed no sign of any problem at all.

“Nngh… too deep…” Rong Yu couldn’t stop himself from crying out.

“This is deep? What happens when it gets deeper in a moment?” Chu Tan laughed, adding another finger.

“You… cut the crap…” Rong Yu’s voice trembled, sweat beading on his forehead. “Nngh… stop stuffing…”

The little hole was stretched sore and numb by four fingers, while the soft flesh inside was continuously twisted and dug into. At this moment, the pleasure wasn’t particularly sharp or torrential—it was more like a low, slow simmer of torment. The pleasure hidden beneath the soreness and numbness occasionally bubbled up, and that alone was enough to make Rong Yu spasm, electricity shooting through his body as water leaked out.

“If I don’t open you up carefully, this tender hole of yours won’t be able to fit my thing.”

Rong Yu remembered Chu Tan’s thick, monstrous cock and did a rough mental estimate—it would indeed be difficult. But he still had to poke fun. “Are you… nngh… a little too confident?”

Chu Tan’s brow twitched. “Confident?”

No man could accept his partner belittling his sexual prowess—not even the Son of Destiny—unless he wasn’t a man at all.

Chu Tan decided to show Rong Yu whether or not he was too confident.

He pulled his hand out completely, sticky silver threads connecting his four fingers, which he wiped entirely onto the inside of Rong Yu’s thigh. The flower between his legs had been toyed with until it was wet and red, now a small, round hole that couldn’t immediately close. The tender flesh inside writhed, spitting out more slick fluid that ran down past the perineum and into the even more secret crease of his ass.

Rong Yu finally escaped that devil’s grip—but before he could catch his breath, a scorching-hot, thick, massive hardness pressed against the gaping entrance. With a slow yet unyielding force, it pushed steadily inward.

As it turned out, Chu Tan hadn’t been too confident. The diameter opened by four fingers still wasn’t enough to accommodate this colossal thing. Although the head had pushed in, a good half of it was still outside.

From the moment Chu Tan began to push in, Rong Yu’s mouth never closed. His eyes were wide round, as if they had lost focus.

He couldn’t even make a sound, because every sense in his body had converged below, nearly suffocating from the feeling of being torn apart.

Chu Tan was being squeezed painfully as well. He leaned down, propping his left hand beside Rong Yu’s face, pressing light, scattered kisses over Rong Yu’s eyes, lips, and ears as comfort, while his other hand reached down to find that happy little switch, rubbing and toying with it with exquisite skill.

The sensitive clit was pinched and played between Chu Tan’s fingertips, gradually releasing waves of pleasure. More fluid secreted into the passage as lubrication, easing that tearing pain.

Rong Yu let out a long breath, his voice as faint as a thread. “You’re not… going to break me, are you…”

“Of course not.” Chu Tan kissed down Rong Yu’s chest, sucking and teasing his cherry-red nipple. “I may not have experience, but the instructress in my household did teach me. I’ll make the young master feel good.”

“Nngh…” The nipple released numbing, electric pleasure like a jolt. Rong Yu couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Chu Tan’s neck, sucked senseless, his whole body going limp and soft.

Chu Tan took the opportunity to thrust deep with force. With the slick fluid as lubricant, the head pushed apart the folds of the inner walls layer by layer, like a blade of flesh breaking through obstacles, until finally, the entire length of his cock was buried inside.

“Ha… feels so good…” The feeling of his cock wrapped in that tight, tender flesh was like a soul-stealing little mouth sucking and squeezing him.

Chu Tan narrowed his eyes in rapture. A bead of sweat dripped from his jaw down his neck, following the bob of his Adam’s apple as it traveled lower, and he let out a satisfied sigh. “Young master, you’re so hot, so tight inside. I’m dying of pleasure.”

He lowered his head to kiss Rong Yu’s mouth, but his lip stung—Rong Yu had bitten him hard.

“I’m the one… dying of pain here… and you’re only thinking about your own pleasure, huh?” Rong Yu glared at him through gritted teeth.

Contrary to Chu Tan’s bliss, Rong Yu only felt like the entire person had been stabbed through by that hard thing. So thick, so hard, rammed into his body like a club, making it hard to breathe.

Chu Tan licked the wound on his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, the taste of blood immediately spreading through his mouth. He sucked at it once, then kissed Rong Yu’s lips forcefully, pushing the bloody saliva into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.

“Does the young master still think I’m too confident?” Chu Tan raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“You’re still holding a grudge, you bastard… wait until I get back tomorrow… haaah… I’ll fucking kill you.” Rong Yu spat threats, but his eyes held none of their usual malice. He looked more like a rabbit backed into a corner, red-eyed and ready to bite.

“Kill me? I’m so scared. How about I fuck you to death right here instead?” Chu Tan’s eyes were full of mockery. As he spoke, he pumped his hips, and the sudden friction made Rong Yu yelp. “Easy… easy…”

“Can’t go easy.” Chu Tan thrust even harder, speaking cruelly. “The young master forgot—right now, I’m a disobedient dog.”

But even as he said that, he still reached down to stroke Rong Yu’s cock. Fucking Rong Yu’s hole with one hand, jerking him off with the other.

Because of Chu Tan’s massive cock, the pain was gradually replaced by the pleasure generated from friction, and the thin calluses on his palm scraped against the delicate skin of Rong Yu’s shaft, stimulating him until his scalp tingled.

The two pleasures stacked on top of each other crashed into Rong Yu like a violent tide, leaving him dizzy and entranced.

Seeing Rong Yu’s expression grow increasingly dazed and relaxed—those eyes half-lidded, shimmering with ripples that nearly spilled into water, the flushed corners of his eyes hooking straight into Chu Tan’s heart like a barb—Chu Tan could tell he was enjoying himself now.

He deliberately asked, “Is the young master satisfied?”

“Haah… satisfied… feels so good…” Rong Yu’s answer was as honest as his gaze. He gripped the clothes beneath him, his fingertips white from strain, while the skin of his chest flushed with the red of lust from his heavy breathing.

“Is it really that good?” Chu Tan curled his lips, pinching Rong Yu’s glans with his fingertips, rubbing and squeezing the pre-cum from the slit.

“Ah!” Rong Yu cried out. “Don’t squeeze!”

“Then tell me, young master—how good exactly?” Chu Tan slowed the pace of his thrusts, grinding his cock tightly and solidly inside the hole, sinking to the root. The tight entrance was stretched until only a thin ring of flesh remained, like a condom wrapped around his shaft.

“Nngh… so big, so hot… so full it’s bursting… haaah… filled me up…”

Rong Yu wasn’t shy at all, describing his feelings directly and bluntly. He truly was being fucked into bliss. The cock was huge and hard, the scalding shaft rubbing against his cunt flesh, producing even more scorching pleasure.

And the overly slow pace magnified every sensation several times over, so much so that he could feel the bulging veins coiled along the shaft, pulsing as they rubbed against his inner walls, the two of them nearly melting into one.

“My cock feels good too… ah… your hand… has calluses… ha… so rough… feels amazing on me…” Rong Yu trembled all over, moaning as he finished the sentence. Then, unsatisfied, he subtly rocked his hips, pressing his cock into Chu Tan’s palm.

“Fuck.” Chu Tan couldn’t hold back a curse. Rong Yu’s words made his blood boil, the veins at his temples jumping wildly. He stroked Rong Yu’s shaft with vicious intensity. “I told you to say it, so say it—why are you so fucking lewd!”

“Haah… I’m coming!” Rong Yu’s waist arched taut, his neck thrown back as he trembled and shot out white seed.

After coming, it felt like all the strength had drained from his body. He lay limp on the ground, his upper body jolting weakly with each fierce thrust. Between dazed gasps, he retorted to Chu Tan’s earlier words.

“I’m just facing… my inner desires… ugh… I feel good… haaah… why… why can’t I say it…”

Chu Tan gritted his teeth, gripping Rong Yu’s waist and slamming in with murderous force. His long, thick cock flew in and out of the flower cave, producing endless wet, squelching sounds. The slick was beaten into white foam, shamelessly smeared around where they joined.

“You’re so fucking lewd, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you apart.”

“Ahhh… too fast… feels so good…” Rong Yu was jolted and trembling. He made no effort to hide his lewd moans, completely unconcerned about how wanton he looked in Chu Tan’s eyes.

Between gasps and cries, he bit his finger and laughed decadently. “You’d better… ha… show me what you’ve got… nngh… serve me well… or next time, next time I’ll find someone else…”

Chu Tan’s eyes went red with fury. Before, it had always been him being the shameless flirt, making Rong Yu furious. But now that they were actually going at it, the tables had turned completely—and now he was the one stewing in anger.

Chu Tan was furious. “Find who? That pretty-boy Mo Shu?”

He leaned down over him, the muscles of his shoulders and back rolling and shifting. One hand hooked Rong Yu’s leg and pressed it down, the other grabbed his throat as he demanded fiercely, “Has he fucked you? With his hand or his mouth? Then why is your cunt still so tight? Is his cock as big as mine? Can he make you feel as good as I do?”

The rapid-fire, intense questions sprayed across Rong Yu’s face along with Chu Tan’s heavy, rough breaths. Chu Tan bit and gnawed at his lips. “Can he satisfy a slut like you?”

By the time the last question landed, Rong Yu couldn’t hear it anymore. His vision blurred, his ears muffled as if covered by a hood, filled with nothing but chaotic ringing.

Chu Tan’s grip choked him into breathlessness. His eyes rolled back, his bright red tongue lolling out along with drool. He struggled vainly for any wisp of air, his hands flailing wildly in the air, until his entire body convulsed and he reached an unprecedented climax in the throes of spasms.

His cunt flesh clenched and contracted in spasms, great torrents of slick fluid rushing out from the depths of his passage—but all of it was blocked by the massive cock, not even a crack left to squeeze through.

The scalding slick poured over the head of Chu Tan’s cock. Squeezed by that tight, fiery cunt, his eyelids twitched and he nearly came right then.

He released the hand locked around Rong Yu’s throat, and Rong Yu could finally breathe again, greedily gulping down fresh air. The dreamlike hallucinations caused by oxygen deprivation gradually faded, and the ringing in his ears receded like an ebbing tide.

The world unfolded before his eyes inch by inch, and the only clear point of light in it was Chu Tan’s handsome face, flickering in and out of the firelight.

The man’s thin lips parted slightly, and he said in a low, slow voice, “Satisfied now?”

Rong Yu’s eyes were unfocused and glazed, his chest heaving violently. He coughed up a storm, tears streaming down his face—yet the corners of his lips curled into a sick, euphoric smile as he rasped, “Fucking fantastic.”

That near-death, suffocating pleasure was exquisite and out of control, like treading on clouds, floating as if drifting into paradise. Especially for someone like Rong Yu, who treated death as ultimate ecstasy, it was practically an addictive poison.

“So—still going to find someone else?”

Chu Tan stared at Rong Yu’s pale face. Mindful of the other’s body, he didn’t fuck as ferociously as before. Instead, he rolled his hips slowly and powerfully. Each time his cock withdrew from the passage, it dragged out great gushes of sticky fluid that dripped down, soaking a large patch of the clothes beneath them.

Rong Yu lifted his wet lashes, his crimson tongue flicking out to lick his lips in excitement. “Depends on your performance.”

Chu Tan smiled too—but his smile was full of predatory aggression, like a malicious, ravenous dog.

“I surely won’t disappoint the young master.”

[Author’s Note:]

Maybe… just maybe… one more chapter of doing it…

I swear, I really didn’t plan for the two of them to do it, but the plot just developed on its own. I can’t control it, wuwuwuwu (I’ll never set flags again).