Chapter 33#

He Was Simply Falling for Chu Tan#

Chu Tan’s tall frame leaned toward him bit by bit.

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Rong Yu instinctively recoiled, slowly shuffling back to the corner of the bed until there was nowhere left to go. The back of his neck was captured by the man’s broad palm, and he was forced to tilt his head up, yet his eyes evaded his gaze, darting downward.

Just before Chu Tan’s thin lips pressed against his, he heard the other’s low, gentle voice.

“If you’re unwilling, you can push me away.”

Then his lips grew warm, the scorching heat rippling outward in an instant like ripples on water.

Perhaps he should push him away, Rong Yu thought sluggishly.

He raised his hand to press against Chu Tan’s chest. Under his touch was a sweltering warmth, and he could even feel the powerful, vigorous heartbeat beneath the ribs.

That throbbing vibration traveled up through his fingertips and arm, shooting into Rong Yu’s body like an electric current.

Rong Yu seemed to have been infected. His heart, which had been as still and lifeless as a stagnant pool, suddenly began to beat very fast.

The first time his heart stirred was from the shock of the tiger; the second was from the thrill of killing the wolf with his own hands. And this time?

Rong Yu couldn’t think of it, and dared not think further.

His gaze blurred for a few moments, then slowly closed. His slender fingers curled up, offering no resistance or struggle, and he accepted the kiss in a daze.

Unlike the fierce plundering of last night, this kiss was gentle and slow, like whispered secrets shared between lovers cheek to cheek. Yet it impacted him far more than last night. Even without a tongue entering his mouth, it made Rong Yu go limp all over. His fingertips tingled and numbed, and he couldn’t help but scratch red marks across Chu Tan’s chest.

“Your ears are red,” Chu Tan said in a low voice.

As he spoke, he still brushed against Rong Yu’s lips. His fiery breath slipped in through the gaps of lips and teeth. Rong Yu’s body trembled, and he said hoarsely, “Hot.”

“Then let me help the young master take off his clothes.”

Chu Tan laid Rong Yu down on the bed, kneeling on either side of his hips. His fingers, with their distinct knuckles, untied the sash and stripped away his robes.

The youth’s snow-white, slender body gradually became exposed to the air. Over his jade-smooth skin were scattered red marks, blooming like plum blossoms—beautiful and moving.

Chu Tan’s fingertips traced over these marks one by one, his eyes revealing satisfaction and possessiveness.

But he knew Rong Yu didn’t want to recall yesterday’s events, so he said not a word about them.

He sucked Rong Yu’s earlobe. “Leave everything to me. Close your eyes and just feel.”

From the moment those final words fell, Rong Yu felt every one of his senses become incredibly acute. He could feel Chu Tan’s rough hands, his burning lips, and his searing tongue, roaming over every inch of his skin.

Each touch seemed to scatter faint sparks. Though they were gone as soon as they came, they constantly roasted his taut nerves. He began to tremble uncontrollably, his lower body gradually hardening, and his sensitive entrance grew damp.

Rong Yu frowned in shame and turned his face away.

If yesterday he could face his desires frankly, even accept them with pleasure, then today’s state was the exact opposite. He viewed this reaction as frivolous and despicable, and he felt dejected and inferior because of it.

But what Chu Tan did next made him open his eyes despite himself.

Chu Tan took his penis into his mouth.

The scorching cavity completely enveloped him, the soft lips and tongue teasing and caressing with utmost skill.

When Chu Tan had licked him before, he’d always been like a pervert—deliberately provoking him while toying with him, thoroughly enjoying Rong Yu’s angry but helpless reactions. But today, there was only gentleness and restraint.

He told Rong Yu plainly: don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. At the very least, I will feel pleasure and satisfaction because of your desire.

And so the “sparks” joined together, and a great fire spread across the plains, engulfing Rong Yu in a sea of flames. He completely lost control of his body, fully mastered by Chu Tan.

Chu Tan entered him slowly, possessing him.

Beneath him, he trembled, moaned, came, and climaxed.

It was as if even his heartbeat and breathing were controlled, like a small boat floating on a raging sea, able to steal a moment’s respite only by clinging tightly to Chu Tan.

Chu Tan supported himself on one normal arm beside Rong Yu’s face, thrusting as he lowered his head to suck away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Young master, does it feel good?”

Rong Yu lifted his heavy eyelids, his hazy pupils barely focusing on Chu Tan’s face.

The young man’s brows and eyes were steeped in a thick lust, sweat beads clinging to his tall nose bridge. Those pitch-black pupils were like a whirlpool, drawing Rong Yu into drowning.

“Mm…” Rong Yu let out a low whimper.

“Where does it feel good?”

Rong Yu closed his eyes and didn’t answer.

So Chu Tan kissed his damp eyelids, his nose, his cheeks, and his mouth, asking at each spot, “Does it feel good here? Here? Do you like it when I kiss you?”

He traveled downward, kissing every inch of Rong Yu’s chest.

Compared to his fucking, his kisses seemed even harder for Rong Yu to withstand. Every place his lips and tongue traveled trembled uncontrollably, a numbing, electric pleasure spreading throughout his body.

Rong Yu tensed up and climaxed amidst his trembling.

Chu Tan’s eyebrows twitched as he was suddenly squeezed by the clenching hole, and the corner of his mouth curled up. “Looks like you like it.”

He straightened up, kneeling between Rong Yu’s legs, his hand stroking the slender white waist and stomach. The calluses on his palm scraped against Rong Yu’s thin skin, the rough itch making Rong Yu moan without cease.

“Does my touch make you feel good?” he asked again.

Chu Tan’s deliberate questioning made Rong Yu too ashamed to speak, so he pressed his lips together tightly and stayed silent.

Chu Tan then grabbed Rong Yu’s thighs and pried them apart, kneading the soft white flesh while thrusting heavily.

“Does it feel good when I fuck you like this?”

His lower body was already a complete mess, the wet, red lips turned outward, splashing with fluids. The fierce collision of flesh brought with it sticky, wet sounds.

Even if he refused to say it, the water endlessly flowing from his hole and the pussy flesh desperately clenching around his cock revealed his excitement and pleasure.

Chu Tan gripped his dripping cock and began to stroke it firmly. “What about this?”

“Haah!” Rong Yu couldn’t help but let out a breathy cry.

“Does this feel good?” Chu Tan still persisted in asking, as if he wouldn’t stop until he got an answer.

“Why won’t you say it?” Chu Tan fucked him with fierce intensity, toying with his pitiful cock.

Both sexual organs were completely under Chu Tan’s control, waves of pleasure crashing down one after another. But one second before he was about to come, everything came to an abrupt halt.

With Chu Tan’s movements stopping, the whole world seemed to freeze too. Rong Yu was left suspended high above, teetering on the peak of desire, his breath nearly solidifying.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” Chu Tan coaxed softly. “Is it me who makes you feel good? Is it me who makes you come? Are you driven by lust to seek pleasure, or is it because of me?”

Rong Yu kept his eyes tightly shut, his eyeballs rolling wildly beneath his lids.

He should have been drowning helplessly in lust at this moment, but his mind was incomparably clear.

He realized distinctly: his organs were aroused because of Chu Tan’s touch; his desire was ignited only after being teased by Chu Tan. He wasn’t a beast driven by carnal lust. He was simply…

Falling for Chu Tan.

Rong Yu opened his eyes tremblingly, Chu Tan’s reflection mirrored in his light-colored pupils. His voice was hoarse. “It’s you…”

Chu Tan curled his lips in satisfaction but didn’t touch him again.

He leaned down and pressed a light, shallow kiss onto Rong Yu’s lips.

Just that fleeting touch was enough to make the high walls Rong Yu had built come crumbling down completely. He screamed as he climaxed, falling from the peak of desire into a gentle sea.

“This is my proof.”

——

Mo Shu sat blankly at the door. The medicine in the bowl had already gone cold, but he remained frozen, unmoving.

Grandmother Qin came to drag him for the third time, pulling him up by the arm and leading him into another room.

“Look at you, you’ve lost your soul!” Grandmother Qin scolded with a stern face. “Who the young master wants to favor—is that something you get to decide?”

Mo Shu’s eyes were red. He wiped away his tears and said sullenly, “That Chu Tan is a despicable, shameless criminal slave. He’s always bullying the young master. He doesn’t deserve him at all.”

Grandmother Qin poked Mo Shu’s forehead. “You’re a servant too!”

“I’m different! I grew up with Yu-ge!” Mo Shu shouted, his neck straining, crying even harder. “The madam said I was to follow the young master. No matter who the young master marries, I’m to follow him!”

“You’re supposed to follow him, not monopolize him. The young master has finally come to his senses. In the future, he might take three wives and four concubines. Are you going to fight and fuss over every single one? As a mere attendant, do you think you can rise above your master?”

Grandmother Qin’s heart ached seeing her son like this. She sighed and couldn’t help but comfort him. “Even if the young master takes Chu Tan in, it doesn’t affect you. Do your duties well, take good care of the young master, and you’ll be able to stay by his side for life.”

Mo Shu suddenly realized, staring with his round eyes. “That’s right! I can still stay by the young master’s side!”

Grandmother Qin sighed with disgust and went back to the kitchen to reheat the medicine. When she had delivered the medicine earlier, she had also heard a bit at the door, which made her old face flush red, but she also felt some relief.

The young master had come to his senses late, but at least now he understood things. Once he married in the future, perhaps there would be a little young master soon.

Mo Shu didn’t have that many thoughts. His head was filled with nothing but how to work even harder to take care of the young master, to outdo and squeeze out that despicable, shameless bastard Chu Tan, and make him scram quickly.

Stay far away from his precious young master!

——

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Zhaohui Hall.

Bai Shi sat at the head of Rong Yue’s bed, her face full of worry as she gently wiped the sweat from Rong Yue. Rong Yue seemed trapped in a nightmare—his eyelids twitching, his breathing heavy—yet he remained unconscious.

“Husband,” Bai Shi said, her eyes slightly red, “look at Yue’er’s condition. I’m afraid he’s been possessed by some evil spirit.”

“Nonsense. How could Yue’er be possessed by an evil spirit?” Rong Xiuyong had always been wary of talk of ghosts and gods, so his expression turned somewhat stern.

“Husband, please don’t be angry. This concubine knows she was wrong. This concubine is merely worried about Yue’er.” Bai Shi said, then took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Rong Xiuyong’s expression softened a little, and he said, “Didn’t you say there was a physician at Bao’an Hall with excellent medical skills? Have you asked him to come take a look?”

Bai Shi’s maidservant replied, “To answer the master, we did go ask. But Dr. Cai wasn’t in—we heard he’d gone out on a house call elsewhere. This servant went twice but couldn’t see him, so we had to invite another physician instead, but none of them could do anything for the young master’s condition.”

At the mention of this, Bai Shi’s expression couldn’t help but twist slightly. She knew this Dr. Cai well—every time Bishuixie invited a physician, it was always this man. How was it that a servant’s illness or injury could always get him to come, but when it came to her son, he was nowhere to be found no matter how many times they asked?

“Don’t worry. Tomorrow, when I see the Third Prince, I’ll ask him to send an imperial physician to take a look,” Rong Xiuyong comforted Bai Shi.

Bai Shi nodded with tears in her eyes and slowly leaned against Rong Xiuyong’s shoulder. She clutched her handkerchief tightly, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She thought hatefully: both of them fell off that cliff, so why did that concubine-born cripple get to come back safe and sound, while her son had to suffer this calamity! Heaven truly has no eyes!

Third Prince’s Residence.

While the Third Prince was anxiously worrying over Rong Yue’s unconsciousness, little did he know that far away in Yangzhou, thousands of li away, something was about to happen that would give him a terrible headache.

On the Grand Canal in Yangzhou, the salt-transport fleet sailed along peacefully. Most of the crew were fast asleep, and the sailors on watch, drowsy and bleary-eyed, failed to notice a group of black-clad figures silently emerging from beneath the water.

General’s Residence.

Gu Yuezé had returned from the Rong estate at noon in high spirits. He’d gathered some friends and enthusiastically drunk a great deal, getting thoroughly drunk before going home to sleep straight through until the dead of night.

When he woke up, he felt parched and called for a servant.

The maidservant waiting outside immediately brought in hot tea, carefully stepping into the room and lighting the oil lamp. Just as she was about to hand the tea to Gu Yuezé on the bed, she looked up and let out a piercing scream.

“Ah——!”

Gu Yuezé didn’t even get his tea. The cup crashed directly to the floor, shattering into pieces. Even his heart gave a jolt, and he had a bad feeling.

“What are you screaming about!” he scolded harshly.

“Young master, your, your…” The maidservant’s face went pale, pointing at Gu Yuezé’s head as she stammered incoherently.

Gu Yuezé reached up and touched his head. Instantly, his eyes flew wide with shock.

He swallowed hard, stumbled out of bed to find a mirror, and when he saw his reflection, his face turned ashen with fright. With a clatter, he collapsed onto the floor.

That enormous bald head was even brighter than the oil lamp, gleaming in the mirror.

【Author’s Note:】

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