Chapter 44#

“Satisfy my desire to overstep my station.” Chapter Number: 728422y#

Perhaps it was the rocking of the boat that left Rong Yu drifting between sleep and wakefulness, never quite settling into rest.

When he opened his eyes again, only half a shichen had passed.

Chu Tan was still asleep.

The evening afterglow happened to pour through the window, amber sunlight flowing across Chu Tan’s face like a thin layer of pale golden gauze, casting a small shadow through his striking, handsome features.

Rong Yu was curled up in Chu Tan’s embrace. The young man’s arms were scorching hot, two long, slender limbs wrapped tightly around him, chin resting atop his head—a posture full of possessiveness, yet somehow making Rong Yu feel utterly at ease.

Rong Yu didn’t want to admit he was a fragile person, but he couldn’t deceive himself. Every afternoon he woke from, he felt extraordinarily lonely and oppressed, his emotions plummeting to rock bottom.

Many times, his depressive episodes began from an evening awakening.

But not today. Chu Tan’s embrace was solid and strong, his warm, scorching presence undeniably real. Though Rong Yu was clearly restrained, a faint sense of security inexplicably bloomed within him.

He found himself greedily savoring this warmth, quietly pressing his ear closer to Chu Tan’s chest, listening to each steady heartbeat. His usually cold, indifferent peach-blossom eyes rarely revealed a hint of tenderness.

The room was very quiet. One could hear the creaking of the deck and the deliberately softened footsteps of people moving about outside.

Rong Yu suddenly realized that the evenings which always made him despondent and depressed could, within this cramped and narrow cabin, become so tranquil and warm.

But this peaceful atmosphere was soon broken by a slightly hoarse low voice sounding from above.

“If Young Master looks at me like that, it’ll make me think you love me.”

Rong Yu looked up. Chu Tan had woken at some point, gazing down at him with a lazy, languid expression.

“Love you?” Rong Yu scoffed, his brows carrying their usual arrogance. “You’re just a servant—do you think you’re worthy of my love?”

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Chu Tan wasn’t annoyed. The young master was always haughty and noble, like an elegant, pampered cat who paid no mind to anyone. If Rong Yu actually said he loved him, that would be surprising.

Chu Tan grasped Rong Yu’s waist, lifting him up, while lowering his head to press a kiss to Rong Yu’s lips. He didn’t go deep, his movements were not rough—just gentle pecks, one after another.

His breath was scorching, seeping through the gaps between Rong Yu’s lips and burrowing straight into his body.

Rong Yu accepted the kiss, then said calmly, “You’re poking me.”

Chu Tan’s brow twitched, and he curled his lips into a light smile. “A full belly turns to thoughts of lust.”

“Vulgar.” Rong Yu tapped Chu Tan’s chest lightly.

Chu Tan caught Rong Yu’s hand and slid it into his own clothes, a wicked smile spreading across his lips. “If Young Master doesn’t love me, then at least take pity on me.”

The moment these words were spoken, Rong Yu immediately thought of what had happened with Lü E before—that sickening feeling still caused him physical discomfort even now; thinking of it made him want to vomit.

But beneath his palm was Chu Tan’s chest.

Firm, muscular, smooth, scorching—a presence of masculine strength that could dispel the discomfort in his heart.

He gazed at Chu Tan’s handsome face. Those dark eyes were focused and deep, like two secluded lakes, gently encompassing him within. Just like that day, when he had driven Lü E away from his side, today he also completely replaced the shadow Lü E had left on him.

“Please, Young Master, take pity on me.” Chu Tan repeated with a smile.

Rong Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. A lazy smile bloomed in his eyes. He pinched Chu Tan’s chin and said with condescension, “And how should I take pity on you?”

Chu Tan lifted Rong Yu onto his waist, rubbing his already stiff erection against Rong Yu’s thigh through the fabric of his pants.

“Satisfy my desire to overstep my station.”

Rong Yu leaned down, his slender waist dipping low, belt drawn tightly, robes clinging to his pert rear, outlining a breathtakingly graceful curve.

His fingertips traced circles over Chu Tan’s Adam’s apple, toying with that fatal vulnerability. His crimson lips curved slightly as he scolded in a soft voice.

“Gross insubordination.”

The river was calm, the boat sailing steadily. Occasionally a breeze would blow, raising small ripples on the surface, causing the vessel to tremble slightly.

Inside the cabin, Rong Yu let out a muffled grunt, then slapped Chu Tan’s chest.

“Behave yourself. Don’t move.”

Chu Tan looked innocent. “I’m not moving. It’s the boat that’s moving.”

Rong Yu shot him an exasperated glare, then braced himself against Chu Tan’s chest, laboriously adjusting his position and angle. He wore only a single outer robe, chest and abdomen exposed.

His lower half was already completely bare, two slender pale legs straddling Chu Tan’s sides, the delicate hole between them slowly swallowing that fierce, thick cock.

The cunt was stretched wet and red, the opening round and tightly ringed around the root, like a pitiful little sleeve about to split.

Chu Tan was equally bare, not a scrap of clothing on him, though a strip of black cloth covered his eyes. Rong Yu had said his gaze was too lewd, too wanton, so he had to be blindfolded.

Chu Tan had begged Rong Yu to pleasure him, so of course he agreed to anything.

Rong Yu furrowed his brow, sweat beading on the bridge of his nose, a faint pain radiating from below. No matter how many times they did this, he still struggled to accommodate that size.

Chu Tan massaged Rong Yu’s waist, his warm palm offering some comfort.

A numbing tingling spread from his sensitive sides, and his hole contracted twice, secreting more fluid. Using the lubrication, Rong Yu gritted his teeth and bore down hard, completely impaling himself on Chu Tan’s cock.

Both of them moaned in unison.

One filled, one enveloped—two equally blazing organs locked tightly together, perfectly seamless, as if they were the most compatible things in the world.

Chu Tan’s brow twitched with pleasure, unable to resist thrusting up. Rong Yu slapped him again—softly, without much strength. “No moving.”

Chu Tan sucked in a breath. “Young Master is squeezing so tight, I can’t hold back.”

The hot, tight, narrow channel wrapped around his cock, the tender flesh writhing like countless tiny mouths sucking at him, even the bulging veins along the shaft being licked and kissed. The pleasure was unbearable, a flush creeping across his brow.

“Still not allowed to move.” Rong Yu straightened his back with difficulty. His legs had no strength, so he could only brace against Chu Tan—though he didn’t dare press too hard, since Chu Tan still had wounds on his chest.

The cock twitched inside his hole, its searing heat scalding the inner walls like a dragon poised to strike. Rong Yu gently swayed his hips, his pale, tender buttocks pressing creases into Chu Tan’s pelvis, the soft flesh inside squeezing the shaft.

Pleasure climbed from the most secret place, sparks racing through his blood vessels, igniting every soaring, scorching desire.

He moved slowly, and the pleasure was languid and lingering, every inch of his cunt receiving meticulous attention, grinding tightly against the cock.

Rong Yu couldn’t help but let out low moans. His pale chest flushed with pink, his own cock standing erect, a crystalline bead of pre-cum beading at the tip.

But Chu Tan couldn’t endure it. This was sheer sweet torment to him. He panted roughly, veins bulging at his temples, his hands moving from Rong Yu’s waist to his ass cheeks.

He gripped those two soft mounds tightly, pale, delicate flesh spilling through his fingers, molded into all manner of obscene shapes.

Rong Yu, hurt by the pinching, slapped him again. “Gentler!”

Chu Tan’s breathing was heavy and ragged. Even through the black cloth, one could guess his eyes were surely dark and deep, thick with lust.

“Young Master, could you go faster? I can’t hold on.” Chu Tan said hoarsely.

This inability to reach climax was driving him mad.

“Aren’t you the best at enduring?” Rong Yu mocked him, face still flushed, but his words sharp and cutting. “You endured all the humiliation I heaped on you before—how come you can’t endure this now?”

Chu Tan’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly, hot sweat rolling down his neck. “Young Master can hit me, scold me, whatever you want—but seduction is what I can’t withstand.”

Rong Yu’s brows shot up in anger, and he pinched Chu Tan’s nipple. “Who’s seducing you?!”

Chu Tan hissed, kneading Rong Yu’s ass. “It’s my weak willpower. The moment I see Young Master, the blood rushes to my head.”

“Pathetic.” Rong Yu sneered. “Your blood isn’t rushing to your head—it’s rushing to your dick.”

Rong Yu sat on Chu Tan’s hips, twisting his slender waist, and reached up to pull the jade hairpin from his crown. His silk-soft hair cascaded down over his shoulders, black strands dancing in the air with each movement. His eyes were wet, his lips vividly red—bewitchingly beautiful, like some kind of spirit.

Unfortunately, Chu Tan couldn’t see this sight, or he’d surely go mad with desire for Rong Yu.

But he was already nearly mad from the torment, self-control perched on the edge of collapse as he barely restrained himself from flipping Rong Yu over and fucking him into the mattress.

Dusk was falling, and it had grown dark outside. A strong wind seemed to have risen over the river, waves surging as the cabin rocked violently.

A knock came at the door—Mo Shu’s voice. “Young Master, are you awake? The wind’s picked up outside.”

Rong Yu couldn’t control his body, swaying helplessly with the motion. The cock buried inside him pinned him in place like a stake, yet jabbed into his sensitive cavity with every movement.

He trembled with pleasure, nearly moaning aloud. But the fright from Mo Shu’s voice made him bite down hard on his lip, swallowing back the unspeakable sounds.

Mo Shu heard no response and assumed the young master was still asleep. Thinking that with Chu Tan there nothing could go wrong, he left.

Only when the footsteps faded did Rong Yu relax. He collapsed onto Chu Tan’s chest, his hole trembling as fluid gushed out. The pleasure of climax made him bite down on Chu Tan’s neck.

The tender passage suddenly clenched then released, squeezing the cock, hot, scalding fluids drenching the glans. Rong Yu licked and nibbled at his Adam’s apple, warm, fragrant breath lingering around him. Under this onslaught of stimulation, Chu Tan completely lost control.

He pressed down on Rong Yu’s ass cheeks, his lean hips driving upward with brutal force, the glans ploughing through layer after layer of soft flesh, finally penetrating the tender cunt to his heart’s content.

“Haah!” Rong Yu, still immersed in the afterglow of climax, cried out at the sudden fierce assault, cursing, “I told you not to move… ah… mad dog… disobedient again!”

Chu Tan pressed his lips together, fucking him in silence. His hips slammed upward viciously while he lifted Rong Yu’s buttocks high, then let them drop heavily.

The purplish-red cock, like a sharp blade of flesh, tore savagely into the hole, pounding deep. The veins along the shaft scraped against the inner walls, so hot it felt like they might melt.

Rong Yu’s waist went numb, his body dissolving into a puddle of water. He could only cling tightly to Chu Tan’s shoulders to keep from being bounced off.

His pinkish-white cock was pressed between them, rubbing back and forth against their closely pressed abdomens, rubbed red and raw, releasing intense pleasure. Rong Yu’s brow furrowed, and soon he was muffledly shooting his load.

His hole was also fucked into producing gushing streams of fluid, pooling thickly at the entrance, splattering with wet, rhythmic smacks.

Rong Yu couldn’t take it anymore, cursing Chu Tan in broken fragments between moans—“mad dog,” “stupid dog,” “pervert,” “shameless”… every insult he could muster.

But the more he cursed, the more excited Chu Tan became, the harder he fucked Rong Yu.

He bent his knees, letting Rong Yu lean back against his thighs, then interlaced their fingers, pulling Rong Yu’s arms taut as he drove his hips up savagely.

The young man’s waist was lean and powerful, taut muscle lines flowing beautifully, able to toss Rong Yu high into the air. When he came crashing back down, the cock struck his deepest, most sensitive spot, nearly fucking Rong Yu’s soul right out of his body.

There was no more sunlight outside; the cabin was dim. Rong Yu was dizzy and disoriented, unable to see clearly.

Every sense in his body converged on the hole below. Though it was fucked numb, it was paradoxically hypersensitive, every shred of pleasure magnified infinitely, teasing his trembling nerves.

“Haah… Chu Tan…” Rong Yu moaned deliriously.

Chu Tan heard Rong Yu call his name and, in his excitement, tore off the blindfold—only to witness a sight that nearly stole his breath.

His night vision was excellent. He could see the flush rising on the boy’s snow-clear cheeks, those beautiful peach-blossom eyes half-lidded, glistening with a watery sheen, the crimson at the corners of his eyes as delicate as smeared rouge.

Black hair clung to his face, one strand caught between those lovely diamond-shaped lips, like the most obscene brushstroke on a masterpiece painting.

That long, fair neck arched high like a fragile, slender swan, fine beads of sweat glistening on its taut tendons, reflecting the cabin’s sole source of light like crystalline pearls.

Rong Yu at this moment was too beautiful, too seductive—like a succubus fallen to earth, radiating a bewitching allure from every pore.

It made one want to violate him fiercely, defile him, claim him as one’s own.

Chu Tan’s pupils churned with ink-black desire. One hand seized Rong Yu’s waist, pressing him down hard, kissing his beautiful neck, sucking away the “pearls,” leaving behind a trail of mottled marks like branding him.

“Rong Yu, say my name.” Chu Tan panted hoarsely.

Rong Yu, fucked into a drenched mess, his eyes misty and unseeing, could only grope blindly until he found Chu Tan’s head, then cling tightly to his neck like grasping a piece of driftwood in a raging storm.

“Chu Tan, Chu Tan.” Rong Yu’s voice was fragmented. “Ah… gentler…”

“Lihui, call me Lihui.” Chu Tan panted heavily, staring intently into Rong Yu’s eyes in the darkness. “That’s the courtesy name my father gave me.”

“Li, Lihui… gentler… I can’t take it…” Rong Yu clawed at Chu Tan’s back again and again.

But hearing his name amidst Rong Yu’s fragmented moans only made Chu Tan fuck harder. The veined, bulging cock drove brutally through the little cunt, juices splattering everywhere, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing through the sealed cabin, endless and unceasing.

He tensed his shoulders and back, muscles rippling and rising, radiating a fierce aggressiveness—then, amidst Rong Yu’s high-pitched moans, he flooded his hole with cum.

Chu Tan’s chest heaved as he cradled the back of the boy’s head, grinding against his trembling lips.

“I love you. I’ll become worthy of you.”

In the darkness, Chu Tan’s eyes burned with startling brilliance, for the first time revealing the ferocious ambition he had always kept buried deep in his heart.

[Author’s note:]

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