Chapter 5#

Hua Jinian frowned tightly, his voice increasingly cold with anger: “I never lie. Unlike you, a gentleman on the beam who covets other people’s martial arts, ashamed to face your ancestors above and your descendants below.” The person sneered: “Hmph, if it weren’t for Brother Pinzhen’s sword control manual being incomplete, do you think I would be willing to wrong myself and sneak into this place full of the smell of cosmetics?”

As he spoke, he showed no mercy, hitting twelve acupoints on Hua Jinian’s body from the Qihai to the Yongquan. Only then did he float lightly in front of Hua Jinian. Sure enough, he was also a young man with a figure similar to Hua Jinian. Hua Jinian glanced at the emerald green gauze he was wearing, blushed slightly, and scolded angrily: “Shameless.”

The person frowned, looking displeased: “Hmph, what a sharp-tongued brat.” As he spoke, he circled around Hua Jinian a few times and sighed: “However… your figure, eyebrows, and eyes are somewhat similar to this young master. I am a person who holds grudges, so I’ll trouble you to help me delay for a while.”

Hua Jinian didn’t understand what he was saying until the young man started to take off his clothes. His face turned livid. It wasn’t until the young man changed into his clothes and put that thin layer of green gauze on him that he shouted out in anger. The young man quickly hit his mute acupoint, took out a thin human skin mask from his bosom, and put it tightly on Hua Jinian’s face.

The young man looked at Hua Jinian carefully for a while. Seeing him unable to move or speak, he seemed to see something fun and laughed non-stop. Finally, he frivolously arranged the only layer of thin gauze on Hua Jinian again, looked at the two people who had swapped outfits in the bronze mirror beside him, and said softly: “Trouble this young master to serve the Fortress Master to bed. This young master is going to find the sword manual.”

Hua Jinian’s face was pale as he watched helplessly as the young man carried him on his shoulder and used qinggong with a grin. In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at the Wuhuan Pavilion where Hua Qianjue rested. The sound of cups and觥筹jiāo错 came from afar. In the Wuhuan Pavilion, apart from the two inner attendants who had been knocked out at the door, there was no one else. The young man looked around, carried Hua Jinian all the way into the main hall, and threw him onto the soft large bed.

The bed was embroidered with beautiful luan birds and phoenixes, and bright candles were lit by the bedside. The young man looked at Hua Jinian on the bed, who looked identical to him because of the human skin mask, with a smile. He reached out and removed his jade crown, letting his black hair fall loose, and said ambiguously: “Remember not to tell anyone afterwards. It’s so shameful to be screwed in a daze. How pitiful, but… this way you will remember to watch your mouth in the future.”

He smiled, looking at Hua Jinian in a semi-transparent green gauze, dyed an ambiguous light yellow in the bright red candlelight, waved to Hua Jinian, and jumped out of the window. Hua Jinian looked at the shaking window lattice, feeling his hands and feet cold and his mind blank. That layer of cold and soft mask adhered tightly to his face, fitting like a layer of real skin.

He grew up to fourteen years old, and even when his life was on the line last time, he had never been so afraid. Besides fear, there was a deep sense of powerlessness. That layer of thin gauze could not keep out the cold. His body pressed against the soft and cold silk quilt underneath, feeling the coldness from his bones even more. Every drop of water in the water clock hitting the bamboo tube felt like dense ants crawling over his limbs and bones mixed with sweat, yet he couldn’t move or speak.

With a creak, the door was pushed open vigorously from the outside. The person who came was wearing black brocade clothes with silver python patterns embroidered on the shoulders, and a Futu Token symbolizing status hung at his waist. A few strands of hair on his left temple were braided into a small braid and tied into the black jade crown at the back of his head, revealing a full forehead and a long and thin jaw, adding a bit of coldness and evil charm.

Hua Jinian’s eyes were wide open, watching him carrying a jar of Nu’er Hong in one hand, faintly smelling of alcohol, and reaching out with the other hand to stroke his face. It felt like being touched by a snake, cold and smooth. He almost cried. Hua Qianjue looked at this beautiful young man with interest. His eyelashes became wet in an instant, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes. So he smiled: “Are you afraid? Afraid of what?”

If Hua Jinian could speak, he would definitely cry and defend himself. But he couldn’t speak, so he could only lie on the bed, waiting for everything in fear. He originally had a shred of hope that Hua Qianjue could recognize him in the bright candlelight, but he didn’t expect the mask to be made so exquisitely that Hua Qianjue had no doubts at all.

“Nothing to be afraid of.” He smiled, pressed a large hand on Hua Jinian’s chest, hooked his finger, and easily untied the knot binding the gauze collar. The gauze slowly slid down along the curve, revealing the thin and strong chest of the young man. The skin was tight on the muscles. It looked like his collarbones were deep and his waist was very thin.

Hua Qianjue smiled and kissed the young man’s lips. He felt the muscles of the person beneath him tremble, but he wasn’t sure because this child was very quiet. He easily pried open Hua Jinian’s lips, brushed past his teeth, hooked the person’s tongue, and invited him to dance together. Hua Qianjue was skilled, but this young man was overly submissive. Even if he pressed the back of the young man’s head and forced him towards himself, making him breathless, the young man just had wet eyelashes, cold hands and feet, and let him demand.

“Good boy.” Hua Qianjue praised, peeling off the gauze on his body further with one hand, leaning over to kiss a nipple, biting it with his teeth in his mouth. His other hand went around to his lower body, accurately grasping the young man’s member, and stroking it skillfully, occasionally brushing over the glans with his little finger as light as a butterfly’s wing. But after stroking for a long time, the member was still unresponsive in his hand. Hua Qianjue frowned and looked up, carefully examining the young man’s beautiful face and his desperate eyes. After a long time, he said: “Still afraid?”

Seeing the person beneath him not answering, he smiled thoughtfully, reached out to take the Nu’er Hong that had been placed in the gold-lacquered fruit plate for at least twenty years, broke the clay seal, threw his head back and took a sip, smiling evilly: “It hurts a bit the first time. Drink some wine and it will be fine.” As he spoke, he pinched open Hua Jinian’s mouth, raised the wine jar, and poured a stream of liquor into his lips. The amber liquor slid down his jaw. Hua Jinian choked and his face turned red, but he still couldn’t make a sound. Just like that, he was forced to drink more than half a jar of Nu’er Hong. In an instant, the fragrance of wine overflowed in the Wuhuan Pavilion, like the moment when flowers bloom to decadence, soft and drunk on dreams of death.

Hua Qianjue looked at the body beneath him that was quickly dyed crimson and smiled evilly: “Still afraid?” Seeing the young man still not answering, he was not angry. He reached out and slid over his flat and firm lower abdomen, frivolously touched his member, and then one finger slid down again, slowly inserting into the chrysanthemum hole.

The young man was half-drunk and half-awake from being force-fed, seeming to be somewhat delirious. His body was soft all over. Apart from slightly frowning his handsome eyebrows, he didn’t react much. The warm inner wall wrapped around Hua Qianjue’s finger circle by circle, sucking it deeper. Hua Qianjue sighed with satisfaction, leaned over and kissed the young man’s lips lightly. He laughed low and evilly: “Drunk?” As he spoke, he deepened the intensity of the kiss again. The young man’s breathing indeed began to slowly become rapid, with a sweet nasal sound. The lips and teeth were full of warm wine fragrance, dyeing the bed with a secret spring color for a moment. Only the moisture that had been in his eyes for a long time suddenly slid down his cheeks.

Hua Qianjue smiled evilly, with a bit of leisurely weariness. There was a strong smell of wine on him, and also in Hua Jinian’s lips. That wine fragrance was as vulgar as the most pungent cosmetic smell, and as rich and gorgeous as the densest peach blossom fragrance. Hua Qianjue took out a bottle of fragrant balm from his sleeve, dipped some with his little finger, and applied it carefully to the young man’s rear entrance. Then he took the young man’s soft and weak hand and reached towards his own crotch.

“Hold it.” He ordered in a low voice. Hua Jinian was so drunk that he couldn’t open his eyes. His acupoints were sealed. As soon as his hand was released, it slid down weakly, lightly brushing past the member with bulging veins. Hua Qianjue narrowed his eyes slightly and said dangerously: “Are you trying to make me angry?” He reached out and pinched the young man’s semi-erect member hard. The young man let out a mournful cry like a kitten from his throat, his cheeks flushed, and tears fell intermittently like pearls.

Hua Qianjue smiled and watched him lying weakly in the green gauze and feather clothes. His black hair, only reaching his shoulders and back, was scattered on his neck. The two nipples bitten red were glistening with moisture, rising and falling with his rapid breathing. “Didn’t Wu Qiuping teach you how to cater to me?” Hua Qianjue seemed to give up, shaking his head and sighing: “Forget it, forget it.” As he spoke, he reached out again to expand the tight passage. His fingers with neatly trimmed nails moved slowly in and out of the inner wall, simulating the rhythm of intercourse, tightly bitten by the inner wall. After thrusting with his fingers repeatedly for a while, Hua Qianjue reached out to untie his outer pants, took out his ferocious member as thick and long as a child’s arm, and pressed it against Hua Jinian’s rear entrance.

Hua Jinian was still drunk in the pure and lingering aftereffect of Nu’er Hong. He just felt a scorching hot object pressing against his lower body. He tried hard to open his eyes, but still couldn’t escape the black and red phantom light shaking in front of him. The sealed acupoints seemed to finally show a crack. In his daze, he remembered to break through it, but momentarily forgot why he wanted to break through. Just as he was struggling in his chaotic thoughts, that scorching hot and huge thing, lubricated with fragrant balm, began to squeeze into his body bit by bit.

Hua Jinian silently felt that thing tearing and filling his rear entrance bit by bit. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, as silent as floating with the current in the deep sea filled with the fragrance of wine. Then suddenly a wave slapped over, the waves broke, and his mind woke up in an instant. His half-closed eyes opened wide abruptly. Surprise, rage, disgust, all kinds of suppressed anger added fuel to the fire. When that huge thing tried to move, Hua Jinian struggled to break open the acupoints.

And Hua Qianjue didn’t notice all this. He was just surprised to see the always docile young man with blood spilling from the corner of his lips, then twisting his waist trying to escape his embrace. His member was twisted and tightened by this struggle, and overwhelming pleasure crashed down. His eyes slowly turned red with excitement. Before the eruption, he only had time to reach out a hand, hold down Hua Jinian’s twisting waist, pull out the weapon under his crotch a little, roar low, and then thrust fiercely into the deepest part of the passage.