Chapter 6#

Young Master Is… in Heat Right in Front of Him? Chapter Number: 7202426#

The moment before he suffocated, Rong Yu was hauled out of the water.

He opened his eyes and met Chu Tan’s dripping-wet face. Rong Yu thought this face was really quite handsome—sharp features, deep-set eye sockets, black where black should be, white where white should be, with beads of water winding down, sketching out a finely balanced ink-wash painting.

No wonder he was the most handsome gong in the entire book, the one who had Rong Yue completely dizzy with infatuation.

If only his hand weren’t on his ass right now.

Rong Yu raised his hand and slapped Chu Tan across the face. “How dare you!”

Chu Tan was knocked askew by the slap, his soaked black hair sticking to his cheek. He worked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a flicker of menace passing through his dark eyes.

Not only did he not let go, but his grip grew even tighter. Ignoring Rong Yu’s struggles, he grabbed Rong Yu’s waist with one hand and supported his buttocks with the other, lifting him directly up and setting him on the platform.

Rong Yu’s bare lower body was thus exposed before Chu Tan’s eyes. He tried to press his legs together, but he didn’t have the strength. If he used his hands to cover himself, it would look far too pathetic. So he simply gave up on the idea.

After all, in his previous life he had been paralyzed in a hospital for six years, and in the beginning he’d needed a caretaker to help him eat, drink, and relieve himself. It wasn’t as if he’d never had his clothes taken off and been seen by others.

He didn’t feel shame, but he did feel violated. He stared coldly at Chu Tan with his peach-blossom eyes.

Chu Tan, meanwhile, made no effort to hide his gaze, looking over Rong Yu from head to toe without restraint.

Those jade-like legs were what captivated him most—slender, pale, covered in glistening droplets of water, carrying a beauty of fractured incompleteness that made one want to fondle them, kiss them, and even more, snap them in two!

When his gaze continued upward, his eyes stopped. He wondered if he was seeing things—how else to explain the sight of a woman’s yin orifice between a man’s legs?

The small hole nestled beneath the penis, the hairless outer lips like two soft little mounds gently swelling, with a pale pink fleshy slit in the middle closing shyly and nervously. Pink labia minora sprouted from within like tender shoots, coated in crystalline droplets of water, resembling a flower bud dewy with morning mist.

Lush and tempting, yet extraordinarily innocent.

The darkness in Chu Tan’s eyes deepened again and again. His Adam’s apple rolled restlessly, and he even wanted to lean in closer to see if there was the fragrance of a flower.

“Had enough looking?”

Rong Yu’s sinister voice came from above.

“Take your filthy hands off me.” Rong Yu said coldly.

Chu Tan’s hand was still gripping his inner thigh. His thigh was plumper than his calf, the flesh at the root full and delicate, already squeezed into red marks and impressions by Chu Tan’s fingers.

Yet Chu Tan showed no sign of letting go. His palm was scorching, his gaze burning. Though he made no substantial move, it gave Rong Yu the illusion of being leered at, a tingling numbness rising from within his body.

Rong Yu couldn’t help but clench his buttock muscles, trying to suppress and drive away this strange sensation.

But the more tense he grew, the more he could feel waves of wetness welling up inside his hole, and even his penis showed a tendency to stiffen and lift its head.

“Chu Tan, if you don’t let go this instant, I’ll gouge out your eyes and chop off your paws!” Rong Yu finally lost his usual composure. Being seen naked was one thing, having his thigh grabbed was one thing, but if he actually got aroused while being restrained like this—that would truly make one die of shame and fury.

Chu Tan noticed the change in Rong Yu’s tone. It was no longer a curt, cold command, but a blustering threat camouflaging inner weakness, which meant this lofty young master was panicking.

He curled his lips maliciously, pinching and squeezing the pale flesh of the thigh again and again, leaving red marks dotting the skin.

Then he slowly raised his head, peeling his blatant gaze away from his master’s private parts.

Rong Yu struggled with all his might to suppress the abnormal craving inside his body, savagely grabbing Chu Tan’s hair and forcing his chin up. Rong Yu leaned close to his face, pressing down on him from above, their equally straight and prominent noses almost touching.

Rong Yu gritted his teeth, vicious words squeezing out from between his lips, “Do you think that just because you’ve discovered my secret, you can threaten me, defy me?”

Chu Tan’s eyelids drooped halfway, his thin lips parting slightly, “I wouldn’t dare. It’s just that the stone steps are hard—I was afraid you might hurt yourself moving around.”

His mouth said he wouldn’t dare, but his eyes stared straight at Rong Yu’s crimson lips so close before him—wanton and insolent.

Rong Yu sensed Chu Tan’s gaze, and the fury in his heart blazed even hotter. He shoved Chu Tan away with force, wanting only to use every vicious word he could muster to thoroughly humiliate this man who dared to offend him.

“‘I’? What right do you have to call yourself ‘I’ in front of your master? Do you still think you’re the prefect’s son? You’re nothing but a lowly servant now—my slave, my dog! You still dare to call yourself ‘I’?! Don’t believe me? With just those words alone, I can charge you with the crime of offending your superior and have you beaten to death with clubs!”

Chu Tan’s current identity was precisely the fourth legitimate son of the Jiangning Prefect. The Prefect Chu had been implicated in Prince Wei’s rebellion and his entire household was confiscated by the emperor. Prefect Chu, his wife, and his legitimate son had all been beheaded. The rest were reduced to the lowest social class—the men conscripted as slaves, the women sent to the Bureau of Music.

Wei Jingtan was keenly aware that his own situation wasn’t safe. Even with a body double dying in his place, there was still a risk of being discovered. It was better to directly assume another person’s identity to truly vanish.

Jiangning Prefecture was far from the capital, and the original Chu Tan had never once traveled to the capital, so no one would recognize him. Wei Jingtan thus disguised himself as Chu Tan, openly hiding within the Rong estate. Everyone in the household knew he was the son of a disgraced official, which was all the more reason they kicked him while he was down and tried to bully him.

Rong Yu cursed Chu Tan up and down, debasing him as worthless, yet still felt a knot of frustration in his chest. He wished he could take a whip to him.

Chu Tan bore Rong Yu’s devouring gaze and lowered his head, saying, “This servant knows he was wrong. This servant wouldn’t dare again.”

He knelt before Rong Yu, putting on a respectful demeanor. His hair and clothes were dripping wet, like a miserable drowned dog.

Only then did Rong Yu feel somewhat appeased. But in the next moment, he saw Chu Tan’s thin garments clinging tightly to his body, outlining the powerful lines of muscle beneath, and even the backs of his hands pressed against the ground showed bulging, sexy veins.

A fire suddenly “whooshed” up inside Rong Yu again—except this time it wasn’t rage rising from his heart, but lust flaring up from his lower abdomen.

The desire he’d been suppressing all along swept through his vitals like a prairie fire. His penis instantly stood tall and erect, completely exposing the flower hole beneath, and that delicate fleshy slit trembled as it secreted glistening, viscous fluid.

Shame surfaced in Rong Yu’s eyes. He gritted his teeth and roared, “Get out! Get the hell out!”

Chu Tan stared at this scene in astonishment. Young Master was… in heat right in front of him?

Not only did he not leave, but he leaned in with great interest, like a wolf that had caught the scent of meat—vicious and excited.

Just then, Mo Shu rushed in frantically. Seeing this scene, his expression was one of shock and terror, and he practically crawled on all fours as he scrambled over.

“Master! Master!”

Rong Yu trembled with rage. “Throw him out for me!”

Mo Shu stepped forward, ready to seize Chu Tan, but before he could act, Chu Tan stood up on his own. “This servant knows he has offended Master. This servant will go kneel outside and await punishment.”

As he stood, the large bulge rising prominently at his crotch was exposed before the two of them. Chu Tan showed not the slightest hint of shame, calmly walking outside.

Mo Shu’s eyes went red with fury, and he wanted to charge out and fight him to the death.

Rong Yu called him back with a single sentence. “Dress me first.”

Only then did Mo Shu remember his master was still naked. He hurried over to the folding screen to fetch clothes. The next second, Rong Yu changed his mind. “Never mind. Put me back in the pool.”

Mo Shu looked at Rong Yu’s erect lower body and pressed his lips together. “Young master, would you like me to help relieve you?”

It had been a full month since the young master let him attend to such matters. No wonder Chu Tan had been able to take advantage of him.

Rong Yu closed his eyes and shook his head. He could never get used to this—couldn’t bring himself to let someone touch his private parts as if it were nothing.

Mo Shu had no choice but to give up, picking Rong Yu back up and settling him into the pool.

Rong Yu soaked in the hot water, eyes shut, calming the desire and fury within. Mo Shu sat behind him crying, sobbing and blaming himself between hiccups, “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t come back late, you wouldn’t have suffered this, and you nearly got humiliated by that slut Lü’e…”

The sound of crying echoed through the bath chamber. It grated on Rong Yu’s nerves until he snapped coldly, “Cry again and you can get out too.”

The crying stopped abruptly. Mo Shu wiped his tears and sniffled, not daring to make another sound.

Rong Yu soaked for another half hour or so before the surging desire gradually receded.

Mo Shu dried his hair and dressed him, only then daring to speak. “Young master, what should we do with Chu Tan? He’s discovered your secret. I’m afraid we can’t keep him for even a moment longer.”

Rong Yu looked listless, eyes closed, saying nothing.

Chu Tan was the child of destiny. Rong Yu couldn’t kill him, but he could always find ways to torment him. He would make Chu Tan wish he were dead.

When the master and servant emerged from the bath chamber, Chu Tan was already kneeling in the snow outside the corridor. His clothes had frozen into ice, his face stiff and pale from the cold.

In the main hall, Old Mammy Qin was pacing anxiously. When she saw Rong Yu return, she hurriedly took a fur cloak and draped it over him, then sternly scolded Mo Shu, “Why did you take so long? What if the young master caught a chill?”

Mo Shu lowered his head, enduring the scolding in silence.

Old Mammy Qin poured hot tea and placed it in Rong Yu’s hands, saying indignantly, “Young master, that little slut Lü’e has been locked in the woodshed by this old servant. Spilling blood during the New Year brings bad luck. Once the fifteenth has passed, we’ll deal with her properly and vent your anger.”

Rong Yu waved a hand listlessly, which counted as approval.

“Is the young master tired?” Old Mammy Qin shot a glare at Mo Shu. “Hurry and push the young master back to his room to rest.”

“No. I’ll stay here.” Rong Yu had Mo Shu carry him onto the soft couch to lean against, then said, “Have Chu Tan come in.”

Chu Tan entered draped in wind and frost. With every step he took, bits of ice clattered and fell from his body, and even his hair and eyebrows were coated in white frost.

Mo Shu kicked a brazier to his feet. “Kneel!”

Chu Tan raised his eyes to look at Rong Yu. Rong Yu had his sleeves drawn together, eyes half-closed, seeming to be dozing lightly. The snow-white fur of his fox cloak covered half his face, making his already pale complexion appear almost translucent.

“Still looking! Don’t want those eyes of yours anymore?!” Mo Shu snapped.

Chu Tan lowered his gaze and knelt beside the brazier.

The brazier burned fiercely, the flames baking his body. Soon the ice on his clothes melted, his body warmed, and color returned to his face.

However, before long, Mo Shu drove Chu Tan back outside to freeze.

The cold wind blew against his just-warmed body, freezing his clothes solid once more.

Then he was called back inside, kneeling beside the scorching brazier as the flames roasted him.

Then driven out again. Then called back in.

After several rounds of this, Chu Tan was finished. He was dragged by the collar and tossed back into the room, his limbs devoid of any strength. He couldn’t even kneel, only lie sprawled.

His body was scorching hot, an unnatural flush spreading across his cheeks, yet his body shivered with cold, bone-deep chill seeping from every joint. Inside and out, it was a torment of ice and fire, the illness ravaging his body with abandon.

The charcoal fire baked his cheeks. His vacant dark eyes reflected the leaping sparks. He used what remained of his strength to turn over, his blue-white lips parting and closing. “Why doesn’t the young master grant this servant a quick death.”

After a long pause, Rong Yu’s lazy voice drifted down from above. “A quick death? You think you deserve it?”

Chu Tan said weakly, “When Lü’e insulted the young master earlier, this servant saved you.”

“Merits and faults don’t cancel each other out. You have merit, so I will naturally reward you. But you offended me, so I must punish you as well.”

Rong Yu opened his palm, and Mo Shu placed a whip into it.

He swung it with force, the whip looping around Chu Tan’s neck, then pulled tight… Rong Yu coughed twice. He couldn’t pull hard enough.

Mo Shu quickly grabbed Chu Tan by the collar and dragged him before Rong Yu.

Rong Yu tightened the whip, strangling Chu Tan’s neck with all his might, until Chu Tan’s eyes rolled back and his breathing was more out than in. Only then did he let go. Chu Tan gasped desperately for air like a fish stranded on dry land.

Rong Yu curled his lips in a sneer, watching with contempt as Chu Tan struggled for breath at his feet. Only then did the humiliation of being controlled and forced in the bathhouse begin to fade.

His gaze was condescending, his fair fingers stroking the whip handle as he said leisurely, “I’ll give you a chance. If you can endure ten lashes from me without passing out, I’ll grant you the reward you asked for earlier.”

He couldn’t kill the child of destiny, but ten lashes would leave Chu Tan either dead or crippled. He wanted Chu Tan to spend the next half year in bed, suffering in agony.

If Chu Tan recovered in the future and came to kill him in revenge, Rong Yu would welcome it.

But right now, he absolutely had to vent his rage!

Rong Yu raised the whip and brought it down on Chu Tan again and again.

Clothes were torn apart, thin wisps of cotton batting stained with fresh red blood dancing through the air. Chu Tan’s wounds that had just begun to scab split open once more, flesh and blood turned to pulp.

When all ten lashes were finished, Chu Tan spat out a mouthful of blood and lay sprawled on the ground without a sound.

Rong Yu gave a cold snort, the murderous look in his eyes somewhat diminished.

He instructed Mo Shu, “Drag him out. Don’t dirty my floor.”

“Yes, young master.”

Mo Shu was just about to move when the person on the ground twitched his fingers, then raised a ghastly pale face, speaking slowly and weakly,

“Did the young master’s words still hold true?”

Rong Yu’s eyes showed shock. He hadn’t expected Chu Tan to still be conscious after such a beating. Narrowing his eyes, he stared gloomily at Chu Tan for a long while before nodding with arrogant grace. “Speak.”

Chu Tan crawled forward a step, reaching out to grasp the hem of Rong Yu’s robe. Those pitch-black pupils of his were startlingly bright, his deathly pale face dotted all over with flecks of blood, making his handsome features look wildly sinister and bewitchingly beautiful—like an evil demon crawling up from the Ninth Abyss.

He curved his blood-stained lips, speaking word by word, “This servant wants to stay by the young master’s side. Serve you up close, every single day.”

His hoarse voice transformed into countless indescribable tentacles, surging from all directions, coiling around Rong Yu and tightening, as if the next second they would devour him whole. The sensation of being suppressed and enveloped reached its peak in that moment.

Clearly Rong Yu was the one in the position of power, while Chu Tan, covered in blood like so much garbage, groveled at his feet. Yet Rong Yu still felt a suffocating sense of having his throat seized, of being bound.

Rong Yu’s hand trembled, and the whip clattered to the ground with a “crack.”

His back ran cold. He stared at Chu Tan in shock and fury, as if he had summoned some kind of monster.

【Author’s Note:】

Mo Shu wails: That’s my job! You’re not allowed to steal it!

Everyone, don’t feel sorry for the gong—bullying your wife means you get hit. The harder the whipping now, the harder the… later. I am the master of balance, la la la~