Chapter 36#

Hua Jinian turned his face away with force, and the man’s kiss landed on his cheek. He thought Hua Qianjue would give up, but he didn’t expect the man to start licking the delicate skin of his handsome face, all the way down to his neck. The slippery, wet feeling was unexpectedly erotic, and the clear sound of water intertwined into a net in his ears. He couldn’t escape… he could only be forced to accept, his body being ignited bit by bit, until he almost had no strength to support himself.

At this time, the large hand that had been tightly restraining the young man’s hands gently lifted, raising the young man’s hands high above his head, then turned him over and pressed him against the wall at a terrifyingly slow speed. The man laughed in a low voice: “Don’t move, Jinian, I’m just asking you for something, maybe in the future you won’t be able to give it to me even if you want to… so don’t move, don’t move, it would be bad if you accidentally triggered a mechanism…” As he spoke, he felt the young man’s futile struggle finally subside, so he laughed even more wickedly, his body bent slightly, and he used his white teeth to tear off the robe on the young man’s chest, all the way down to his elbows.

Hua Qianjue’s voice carried a faint smile and mockery, but more of it was lust, which made his words sound bewitchingly hoarse. The young man’s bare chest was fair and firm, with a certain ascetic aura. The man chuckled lowly while slowly blowing an ambiguous breath on Hua Jinian’s nipple.

Hua Jinian gasped in pain, his brows furrowed tightly, and his body leaned back, trying to escape this unbearable torture, but he was tightly sandwiched between the cold wall and the man’s hot, strong body. His nipples stood erect uncontrollably under Hua Qianjue’s hot breath.

“Why?” Hua Jinian asked in a low, angry voice under this abominable humiliation.

“What?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“No reason.” Hua Qianjue replied with a loud laugh, “I hate all explanations!” He freed a hand, covered the young man’s vital parts through his silk trousers, then straightened up slightly and laughed in Hua Jinian’s ear: “Do you believe me? My skills?”

He kept whispering in the young man’s ear, his hot breath stimulating the sensitive eardrum. It echoed violently in his mind, fragmented words, connected one by one with ambiguous, drawn-out gasps.

“I only need the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, no, half a cup…”

As he spoke, his hot fingers began to play with that place, igniting all the fire.

“No… just a count of ten… and I can make you come.”

Hua Jinian began to pant violently. He couldn’t describe how terrible that hand was, nimbly yet roughly caressing his long-abstinent lower body, omnipresent, omniscient, with a temperature that could burn and make one tremble. “Don’t, let go, I told you to let go…” the young man panted, struggling hard.

The man laughed lowly, pressing his hands firmly against the wall with one hand, while using his shoulder to press against his heaving, twisting chest, just like that, chuckling, ambiguously, slowly counting numbers, seemingly random but pushing him to the brink at an incredible speed. “I’m starting to count,” the man laughed loudly, but still complained: “If you cooperated… a count of five would be enough…”

“Ten, nine, eight…”

Hua Jinian could no longer hear his lewd whispers in his ear. He only felt that hand had already reached into his underpants, playing with everything of his nakedly, terrible… too terrible… even with just one hand, it easily stirred all the blood in his body to a boiling point. He couldn’t breathe… his vision began to blur, that perfect, and also frightening face was so close, that person kissed him, teased him, and also used his voice to bewitch him, tempting him to climb to the peak of eroticism—

“Six, five…”

“Ugh… ha…” Hua Jinian panted loudly, even the strength to resist was stripped away. He couldn’t resist arching his waist. That terrible hand in the limited silk trousers, with a sudden force, a white firework exploded in front of his eyes, his eardrums began to buzz, his eyes lost focus, there was nothing… He heard a person let out a long cry, satisfied, empty, happy, and sad. Hoarse, painful, and sweet.

“Four…” The man stopped counting and laughed loudly, even his laughter became so bewitching. “See…” that person said, “You missed me, right? You wanted it, you can’t lie to me…” The man’s finger gently hooked, and Hua Jinian’s white silk trousers that covered his body slipped down his long legs. The white, turbid liquid stuck to his thighs, still flowing down, terribly obscene.

The young man’s body was lifted up, and his back hole was invaded by fingers. There are just such people in the world, who can do even such cruel things without making people feel the pain of torture, but this is what makes it even more terrible. The white, turbid liquid became the lubricant for the dry passage. Hua Jinian’s eyes were wide open, feeling that place being slowly propped open by fingers, wailing in resistance, shouting: “Father, no, Father…”

Hua Qianjue laughed lowly, licking his ear sensationally on the side of his face, panting and chuckling word by word: “At this time, how can you… still call me father?” As he spoke, he slowly used his strength to firmly fix the young man in his arms, and with a forceful thrust of his waist, he pushed the young man upwards. The huge and ferocious member was already half-buried in the passage.

“Why! Why! Give me a reason…” Hua Jinian suddenly shouted like a madman. Hua Qianjue thought he could see him cry again, but only saw the young man’s wide-open eyes, “No reason… none…” The man laughed loudly, licking Hua Jinian’s eyes forcefully until they trembled and closed again. The member in the passage was still slowly entering. For this man with terrible endurance, he was not in a hurry to thrust. He just entered, kept entering. When the member was completely buried, he still pressed the young man’s shoulder upwards. Hua Jinian closed his eyes tightly, his mouth slightly open, breathing with difficulty, but a blush inevitably appeared on his cheeks.

When the thick and long member entered to the extreme, even the scrotum behind was about to push into the back hole, Hua Qianjue finally laughed lowly and tore at the young man’s lips again. He did not withdraw, but began to grind in the back hole at this depth. When the passage began to tremble and spasm, he continued to push the increasingly thick and long member in, deeper, continuously, no end, no end, no separation, continuous, long… “I’m going to die…” Hua Jinian thought in a daze, the swelling pain in his lower body made him unable to breathe, but the sound of their tongues and lips intertwining was so clear in the empty secret room.

I don’t know how long it took, until the swelling pain turned into a trembling and pleasure like being scalded, the young man finally felt the large hand that had been restraining his hands loosen. Hua Qianjue lifted the young man’s hips with both hands, and that low, magnetic voice sounded again with a hoarse laugh: “It hasn’t started yet, you know… right.” The man said this, slowly pulling out the member buried deep in the back hole, and then thrusting it in fiercely—Hua Jinian let out a high-pitched moan from his mouth, one after another, gradually becoming hoarse and frantic—

The rapid gasps intertwined, one after another, changing positions, a thousand ways, over and over, continuing the violation, hair and sweat tangled together. The night six years ago, like a huge nightmare, reappeared.

When the man’s member withdrew from his back hole, Hua Jinian was so tired he could barely open his eyes. He could only barely maintain the last bit of clarity, watching Hua Qianjue unhurriedly clean up the mess on his body, helping him put on his clothes one by one, except for the hair ribbon—that person used the hair ribbon to tie his hands.

Hua Jinian once again felt tired and frightened. He wanted to say something, but found his throat was hoarse. He was limp and carried horizontally by Hua Qianjue, slowly walking towards the Five Ghosts Transport Platform. Then he felt a pain in his back, and was actually thrown directly onto the wooden platform by the man.

“You…” Hua Jinian was startled, enduring the discomfort in his throat, and asked somewhat helplessly. Hua Qianjue laughed lowly and placed his index finger on the young man’s lips, stopping his next words, and casually hit his soft and numb acupoint.

Under extreme surprise, Hua Jinian barely regained some of his senses. He remembered what Hua Qianjue had said, “in the future you won’t be able to give it to me even if you want to,” and only felt a chill run down his spine. Not long after the wooden platform bore the weight, it creaked again, followed by a loud bang. The huge stone blocking the entrance of the secret room slowly rose, revealing the exit leading out of the underground palace, which was covered with broken arrows.

“Take me with you…” the young man suddenly shouted hoarsely, his eyes burning with a flame close to anger. He looked at the man’s mocking gaze and felt that even his brain was about to be ignited by anger. That person was always like this, so good at sacrificing others, not hesitating to eat human flesh and blood to prolong his own life, cold-blooded and ruthless. Now, in order to open this escape route, he was even going to sacrifice his own flesh and blood—and even before sacrificing, he had to play with him so cruelly—anyway, in the future you won’t be able to give it to me even if you want to.

“Could it be that this door can only be opened when there is something heavy on this wooden platform? Since you only thought of abandoning me now, why did you enter this underground palace to save me in the first place—making me think, making me think!” Hua Jinian shouted, even with such a hoarse and angry voice, one could still distinguish the thick crying tone remaining in it.

He was about to cry, he was about to be made to cry by himself again. Hua Qianjue thought this, excitedly licking his dry lower lip, and as if adding fuel to the fire, he slowly walked towards the exit, laughing loudly: “Is this the first day you know that I am a cold-blooded, despicable, and ruthless person? Since you are going to die anyway, don’t you think it’s a waste if I don’t enjoy it? Anyway, this is the education I received since I was a child. No matter who I have to sacrifice, father, mother, close friend, subordinate, children, it doesn’t matter, as long as I can live… I can maintain this clarity in any situation. The closer the person I sacrifice, the more it shows that I can take care of the overall situation, the more it shows my greatness and uniqueness.”

Hua Jinian listened dumbfounded, and after a long time, he laughed self-mockingly: “Didn’t I say long ago that you could eat my flesh and blood raw? I don’t mind dying for you… but why do you have to humiliate me like this. Ha, if the father wants the son to die, the son has to die. Untie my ropes! How can I escape the end you arranged for me?”

Hua Qianjue turned back to look at him, smiled at him, vaguely with a bit of deep doting, but completely ignored the young man’s hoarse request. He then laughed loudly and walked out of the secret room. The huge stone rumbled down behind him again, isolating everything. When Hua Qianjue heard the sound, the fake smile on his face finally gradually faded. In the dim passage where only he was left, his face had an indescribable expression, calm, composed, but tired.

His footsteps echoed in the empty underground palace, and clusters of arrows broke under his feet. Hua Qianjue walked all the way to the stone wheel on the wall before stopping. He reached out and grasped the dagger that was blocking the mechanism, thought for a moment, let go, and then grasped it again.

He laughed lowly again.

He had faced countless struggles between life and death, opponents of equal strength, enemies far superior to him, the death and betrayal of close ones, and the inhuman perseverance and survival in this underground palace—countless, only then could he stand at the height of looking down on all mountains. He clearly remembered how he, as a young boy, had carved that line on the wall with a stone with such a firm and tenacious heart—I, want, to, live. He was selfish, and also arrogant. Whether it was this personality, or the hellish training and education instilled in him since childhood, it made him cherish his own life more than others. Even after practicing the Flower Heart Art and seeing through everything, he never thought of sacrificing his life. Everyone walked the martial world with their heads on the line, but only he, only he, was qualified to sit alone and carefree at the peak of power and wealth, indulging in fine wine, shuttling through flowers, and living a hundred years.

He never thought that one day, he would be like this, giving up the chance to survive.

“Jinian…” he laughed to himself in a self-mocking tone: “They… always taught me that no matter who I have to sacrifice, I must live… If I die, Floating Pagoda Fortress will fall, I must take care of the overall situation—”

He smiled, slowly exerting force, and pulled out the dagger bit by bit, saying in a low voice: “You changed me.”

The dagger was pulled out with a whoosh. The restrained stone wheel slowly turned again, driving the chain with a creaking sound. Hua Qianjue smiled, listening intently. He heard the Five Ghosts Transport Platform behind the heavy stone door begin to slowly operate.

Countless arrow holes appeared on the wall again. Hua Qianjue held the dagger and carefully wiped it on his robe. My only son, he thought.

My only kin, my only pain.