Chapter 52#

The Scorching Long Tongue Writhed Like a Supple Lewd Serpent, Swimming Through the Tight Passage#

The night sky was black tinged with purple, vast and expansive like spilled ink stretching out, seeming to meet the earth, boundless and endless.

Ten thousand miles without a single star, only a solitary clear round moon, like a cold eye, lightly gazing down upon the tranquil mortal world.

Two people walked along the long street.

Rong Yu was still on Chu Tan’s back, lazily playing with a lock of the young man’s ink-black hair. He sniffed, his nose wrinkling. “Chu Tan, you stink.”

He was referring to the bloody scent from the killing earlier.

Chu Tan said, “I’ll wash when we return.”

Rong Yu rested his face on Chu Tan’s shoulder, tilting his head to look at his profile.

Moonlight was like water, the young man’s eyes reflected the cool pale light, his profile lines clean and sharp, thin lips slightly pursed in a light rose hue.

Very calm, completely unlike the fierce and cold appearance he’d had when killing moments ago. It was even more captivating, hooking Rong Yu’s heart with an itch.

He reached up to rub, rubbing those lips to a rosier red, his slender fingertips probing inside, teasing at Chu Tan’s lips and tongue.

Chu Tan glanced at him, a dark storm slowly gathering beneath his calm eyes.

Rong Yu grinned mischievously, his other hand kneading and rubbing at the young man’s chest muscles. “Can you fly?”

“No.” Chu Tan, holding Rong Yu’s fingertips in his mouth, sounded a bit hoarse, a bit muddled. “But if you keep this up, Young Master, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to walk.”

“Don’t walk…” Rong Yu’s voice lowered as he licked Chu Tan’s earlobe. “Do you want to do it here?”

They were on the main street, shops on both sides closed for the night, pitch black without a single figure in sight.

“With the sky as our canopy and the earth as our mat, it would have its own charm.” Rong Yu’s laughter was salacious.

The ambiguous, frivolous voice burrowed into Chu Tan’s ears, igniting a scorching torrent like sparks, surging straight through his entire body. Chu Tan’s throat tightened, a maddening heat rising.

He sucked at Rong Yu’s fingertips, as if that could relieve his thirst.

“No.” His voice was hoarse.

Yangzhou had no curfew; if some filthy drunkard were to stumble out from somewhere on this street and catch a glimpse of a single patch of skin on the treasure in his arms, he feared he’d go mad and kill.

Chu Tan tightened his grip on Rong Yu’s thighs, his steps light as he leaped up, landing in an instant atop the eaves of a building.

The strong wind tousled Rong Yu’s hair. He wrapped his arms around Chu Tan’s neck, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “You said you couldn’t fly?”

“Lightness kung fu.” Chu Tan ran along the rooftops of the buildings lining the street, his steps nimble, not disturbing a single tile.

Yangzhou city spread out beneath his feet, rushing past at speed—a completely new perspective he’d never experienced before, like playing a map-revealing game.

Rong Yu looked down, his peach-blossom eyes gleaming with a strange brilliance.

Not far away, scattered lights glowed, illuminating a corner of the night sky. That was the most prosperous and raucous place in Yangzhou when night fell.

Flower houses and willow alleys, beauties with sweet voices.

—In other words, the ancient red-light district.

Chu Tan couldn’t wait to return to the Yang estate. The youth lay soft against his back, wave after wave of hot, damp breath spraying against his ear, while that slightly cool hand roamed freely over his chest, deliberately provoking him.

Chu Tan gritted his teeth, faint veins pulsing at his forehead.

He had to, right now, immediately, devour this reckless little young master whole to quench his thirst and cool his heat.

Hua Man Lou was Yangzhou’s largest brothel. At night, orioles sang and swallows danced, beauties surrounded you.

Scarcely any man could walk out of it with his wits intact.

But tonight, Hua Man Lou welcomed two uninvited guests.

Chu Tan charged straight in with Rong Yu on his back. The madam, seeing his noble bearing and handsome features, rushed forward with a face full of smiles. “Young master—”

Before she could get her pimping spiel out, a hefty silver ingot came flying at her face.

Only then did the madam notice there was another person on the young man’s back—a man as well, but one of such stunning, delicate beauty, with those shimmering peach-blossom eyes, that anyone who looked upon him would feel ashamed of their own inferiority.

“Get us a room upstairs. Nobody comes to disturb us.”

The madam snapped out of her daze, weighing the heavy silver in her hands, her old face nearly crumpling into a chrysanthemum from smiling. She rattled off a stream of agreements and personally led the two up to a room on the third floor.

“Have someone send up two buckets of hot water.” The door slammed shut with a smack, nearly catching the madam’s nose.

Rich folks all had tempers; the madam wasn’t offended. She happily took the money and headed downstairs.

Inside the room, Chu Tan set Rong Yu on the bed and pressed down hard to kiss him.

His breathing was rough, he was at the absolute limit of his endurance. Bloodshot threads seeped into his always-dark eyes as he fiercely bit at Rong Yu’s lips, with such force it seemed he wanted to swallow him whole.

Rong Yu had no strength to resist Chu Tan, nor did he want to. He lay on his back, ink-black hair spread across the golden silk pillow, one arm looped around Chu Tan’s neck, red lips parted to receive the young man’s plunder.

That intensely aggressive scent instantly filled his mouth, yet Rong Yu’s expression was relaxed and languid, his half-lidded eyes showing he was thoroughly enjoying himself—not being controlled.

Softness overcomes hardness. Rong Yu was the receiver, but also the one in command.

Chu Tan undid Rong Yu’s sash as he kissed, and Rong Yu stripped off his clothes too. The two kissed in a tangle, the atmosphere blazing hot.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Sir, this one’s here with the hot water.”

The door opened, and the attendant jumped in surprise. Before him stood a young man with a bare, powerful torso, impatience and displeasure darkening his brow at the interruption, radiating an oppressive aura like a lion whose territory had been invaded.

The attendant was stunned speechless. Fortunately, the guest didn’t make trouble for him, merely taking the buckets with an indifferent expression and closing the door.

Chu Tan carried the two buckets of hot water to pour into the bath tub. The muscles of his broad back rippled, stretching into smooth, powerful lines that exuded raw strength.

He finished mixing the water and turned to see Rong Yu leaning crookedly against the headboard, gazing at him with a provocative, wanton look, like he was admiring his own possession.

Chu Tan felt no offense whatsoever. On the contrary, his heart leaped, surging with rolling heat. He loved it when Rong Yu looked at him like that—as if he felt the same way.

Chu Tan strode over to Rong Yu, scooped him up, and settled them both into the tub together.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Chu Tan’s gaze burned, nearly scalding.

Rong Yu gently untied the ribbon holding Chu Tan’s hair. His high ponytail tumbled loose, floating on the water’s surface like a waterfall.

“Very sexy.” Rong Yu’s wet hand caressed Chu Tan’s cheek, his fingertips tracing the deep contours—from brow bone to nose bridge, to jaw—sliding along the collarbone outward, finally gripping the young man’s firm, angular shoulder.

Chu Tan stared at him darkly. “What does ‘sexy’ mean?”

Rong Yu smiled, lightly circling his arms around Chu Tan’s shoulders, lips pressed against Chu Tan’s ear. “It means, you please me deeply.”

Chu Tan’s gaze flickered. He lowered his head to kiss Rong Yu’s neck. “The Young Master pleases me deeply as well.”

Water splashed, their hair tangling together, inseparable.

Hua Man Lou truly deserved its reputation as Yangzhou’s most beloved brothel—the room’s decor was quite exquisite.

A gorgeous, thick carpet covered every corner of the room, and at the center, a bronze beast-shaped censer emitted an aphrodisiac-scented incense. Candles were shaped like mermaids, illuminating the room as bright as day, yet with a hint of ambiguous amber flowing slowly through it.

Red curtains layered thick and numerous, cascading from the bed canopy to the floor. Candle flames burned quietly, reflecting the shadow of intertwined figures upon the gauze canopy.

Suddenly, a jade-white arm reached out from between the red curtains, hanging limply over the bedside—yet the fingertips were tense, tinged with a shade of pink, as if enduring something too intense.

Soon, another strong, powerful arm reached out, long and well-formed fingers precisely catching that slender white hand, fingers interlacing, gripping tightly.

Low, melodic moans drifted through the gaps in the gauze. Veins stood out on the back of that hand as it urgently and desperately clutched the softness in its palm.

Within the curtains, Rong Yu lay drenched in sweat upon the bed, black hair sticking to his damp cheeks. Chu Tan gently brushed it away, then pressed a kiss there.

Rong Yu’s brows were furrowed, his peach-blossom eyes steeped in a shimmering, watery haze, beautiful as twin pools holding the light of spring, reflecting Chu Tan’s face.

“Ah—!”

Rong Yu arched his long neck, every muscle in his body drawn taut like a bow about to release, tracing an exquisite line.

Chu Tan gripped his waist and drove into him with even fiercer force, slamming hard enough to make that pale cock sway and tremble like a sturdy sapling, spurting milky-white fluid.

Chu Tan felt a powerful constriction seize him from below, the soft, tender flesh clenching around his cock as if reluctant to let him leave, while a gushing torrent of hot fluid surged from deep within, pouring entirely over the swollen head.

Chu Tan jolted from the heat, his blood boiling, veins bulging on his neck. Gripping Rong Yu’s slender waist, he fucked in with savage intensity, driving Rong Yu’s moans into fragmented cries, the sound of their joining wet and continuous.

After several dozen strokes, he let out a low gasp, abruptly pulling his cock out and spilling his seed across Rong Yu’s thigh. Stream after stream of white, viscous fluid slid slowly down the snow-white skin.

Chu Tan pressed down on Rong Yu, holding him as he panted, kissing his flushed cheeks again and again. Rong Yu lazily draped his arms over Chu Tan’s shoulders, his hand finding the sweat slicking his back.

Both of them looked like they’d been pulled straight from water.

Feeling the coolness on his thigh, Rong Yu’s eyelids trembled. His voice hoarse, he asked, “Why did you pull out to finish?”

Chu Tan kissed his eyes. “It’s not the right time yet.”

The words seemed to come from nowhere. Rong Yu raised an eyebrow, then understood. “Afraid I’ll get pregnant?”

“Mhm.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted children?”

Chu Tan touched his face, wiping away the sweat. “Your body isn’t well. I don’t want you to suffer.”

Rong Yu smiled lightly.

After that day, Rong Yu had thought about it: according to modern medical theory, his condition qualified as pseudo-hermaphroditism. Though he had a uterus as a gonad, conception for intersex people was difficult to begin with. Add to that this body’s naturally weak constitution, and the chances of pregnancy were even slimmer.

He and Chu Tan had done it so many times, every single time finishing inside, and he’d never gotten pregnant—that said enough.

So he indulged freely, caring only about pleasure.

But he didn’t want to tell Chu Tan either. Let him be a bit more restrained—better that way, so this wicked dog wouldn’t shoot a bellyful into him every time, leaving him feeling awful.

In a good mood, Rong Yu kissed Chu Tan’s jaw. “Good dog.”

Chu Tan’s eyes darkened, clearly not wanting to be a good dog. He pushed himself up, the smooth muscles of his body all proclaiming his aggression.

He was only eighteen, not yet a fully mature man’s broad, thick frame, but young and vigorous, radiating endless surging vitality.

Now, that single light, shallow kiss from Rong Yu had gotten him hard again.

Chu Tan didn’t immediately press down to take him again. Instead, he knelt between Rong Yu’s legs, lifting his long, slender limbs to carefully examine that ravaged cunt.

He’d fucked hard and fast just now; the flower was terribly red, the small opening fluttering open and shut, spilling crystalline fluid, the labia slightly swollen and unable to close.

He lowered his head and lay over it to lick.

The wet, soft lips and tongue were far gentler than his fierce, thick cock. He licked upward from bottom to top over the scarlet hole, giving special attention to the inner labia, mouthing and suckling them for a long while, swallowing all the dripping nectar into his mouth.

Rong Yu trembled slightly. The numb, fucked-out hole was enveloped by a wave of scorching breath, gradually regaining sensation—even more sensitive than before, seeping with an indescribable tingling ache that spread like an electric current from between his legs through his whole body.

His waist went weak, chest heaving, breaths growing rough.

“Ha… harder… a little harder…”

This overly tender, ant-like crawling itch seemed to burrow into his very flesh, harder to bear than rough fucking.

Rong Yu tightened his thighs, trapping the young man’s head between them, wanting him to go deeper.

Chu Tan pushed his tongue in—a scorching, long tongue like a supple, lewd serpent, swimming through the tight passage, parting the layered folds of flesh, stirring out more nectar.

The tongue thrust in and out of the hole a few times, then slowly withdrew to lick fiercely at the entrance. The rough surface of his tongue covered the entire cunt, grinding harshly downward, igniting intense pleasure.

Wave after wave of stimulation battered Rong Yu’s consciousness like crashing surf. Moans spilled from his throat, his hands gripping the brocade beneath him, but his body melted like water, without a shred of strength.

All he could do was spread his legs and let Chu Tan ravage his poor, tender hole with his mouth.

The clit poked its tender bud out from between his lips, caught between Chu Tan’s teeth, sucked and licked, toyed into a swollen, blood-filled red bean, releasing incomparable pleasure.

“Chu Tan… faster…” Rong Yu cried out, unable to bear it, his thighs trembling, the soft white flesh held in the young man’s grip, unable to close even a fraction.

“About to come?” Chu Tan’s voice was low and hoarse, his hot breath washing over the sensitive hole. Rong Yu shuddered, another gush of fluid squeezing out from inside.

He ground his teeth against the clitoris, rubbing gently, then sucked hard.

Overwhelming stimulation crashed down like a tidal wave. Rong Yu’s eyes went unfocused, white light flashing behind them, and he convulsed, spurting out gush after gush of fluid.

All of it fell into Chu Tan’s mouth, swallowed down without a single drop left, and he licked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

“So sweet.” He deliberately teased Rong Yu.

Rong Yu couldn’t even be bothered to open his eyes. The intense orgasm had drained every bone in his body, leaving him soft as water.

A smile surfaced in Chu Tan’s eyes. He was just about to rise and thrust in when his foot bumped against something, making a faint sound.

Chu Tan had been too hasty when carrying Rong Yu onto the bed, not looking at anything. Only now did he notice a small box at the foot of the bed, with several layers of drawers.

He opened one, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Inside were neatly arranged rows of jade dildos in various sizes and shapes. He opened another drawer to reveal two round white porcelain jars. Uncapping them, a strange fragrance wafted out, revealing snow-white ointment glossy as oil.

This was unmistakably a room prepared for male-male lovemaking.

[Author’s Note:] Madam (laughing): This money was meant for me to earn.