Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 13

The reason Mai Miao took the initiative to make such a request was that he remembered how Chen Li had kissed him before.

The little fool was just like when he hid by the river to secretly watch Chen Li, and after returning home, he couldn't stop thinking about touching that rod.

Now, he just wanted to taste it.

His face buried between the man's legs, the tip of his tongue actually licked the gunhead that was standing tall for him.

Mai Miao immediately furrowed his brows. It was fishy.

Chen Li panted heavily, his chest rising and falling, his eyes turning red.

In the first half of his life, he had never been so fiercely provoked by anyone.

Mai Miao wanted to stand up again, clearly intending to back out.

But Chen Li forcefully held him down, gripping Mai Miao's face.

"Mmm...!" Mai Miao tightly closed his mouth, stubbornly turning his face left and right, desperately avoiding that hard gun barrel.

The rod brushed against his lips a few times, making Mai Miao's face burn red. In the end, he obediently opened his mouth and took in that troublesome, smelly thing.

"Mmm—"

A deep groan immediately escaped Chen Li's mouth.

At first, Mai Miao was still clueless, but later he imitated what Chen Li had done before, trying to wrap his mouth around it.

But this one was too long. Taking it in once filled Mai Miao's mouth, making it hard for him to swallow.

He spat it out again, at a loss, smacking his lips. He simply treated it like an ice pop, holding it with both hands and licking it from bottom to top with his tongue.

Under Mai Miao's diligent licking and sucking, that cock became red and thick, filled with hot blood and animalistic desire. It exuded a strong masculine scent that overwhelmed Mai Miao, bringing him not only natural fear but also awakening his instinctive desire to be conquered.

He raised his eyes and found Chen Li looking down at him with a gaze that was both scorching and dangerous.

That look made Mai Miao's lower body tighten. He gritted his teeth, then buried his flushed face again, obediently taking the man's meat rod into his mouth.

Chen Li held the back of his head with both hands, his fingers firmly rubbing that round crown.

The young man sucked like he was eating an ice pop, his cheeks hollowing in, occasionally making rough slurping sounds.

The shower curtain was suddenly yanked and shaken.

Mai Miao was grabbed by the waist and lifted, his back pressed against the cold wall. He clung to Chen Li in weightlessness, letting the man above him messily bite and nibble, struggling as he panted and cried, "No..."

Chen Li paused, their faces extremely close, their breaths blowing against each other.

Mai Miao wasn't having an episode; he was fully conscious.

Even so, Chen Li's hands didn't let go, still kneading his buttocks one after another.

This was a clear indication that he wanted to seek pleasure here.

Mai Miao lowered his eyes. At the last moment, he suddenly remembered to feel shy.

Chen Li couldn't hold back any longer. He pressed closer and kissed Mai Miao's face, biting his ear, his voice hoarse: "Do you want it?"

It had been nearly half a month since the two brothers last had intimacy.

Mai Miao's previous reservations and conflicts had long since unknowingly melted away under Chen Li's care and tenderness.

That indescribable dependence on Chen Li, along with the thrill of their first taste of passion, made Mai Miao blush. Like a child hiding mischief, he gave a slight nod.

He wanted it.

Chen Li grinned, showing his white teeth, but didn't forget to threaten: "If you act coy later, I'll fuck you to death."

With that, he confidently parted Mai Miao's legs, stroked his own cock a few times to make it even harder, then pulled Mai Miao close. As he guided Mai Miao to sit on him, he pushed his thick shaft into that tender little hole below.

"Mmm...—" Mai Miao scrunched up his face again.

Since he wasn't in the midst of an episode and hadn't been touched in so many days, the tightness had returned.

"Ugh..." The pain drew a pitiful whimper from Mai Miao's lips.

Chen Li silenced him with a kiss. Before he'd tasted this indulgence, he could endure for months—but now that he knew Mai Miao was his, how could he hold back?

Chen Li truly didn't understand how he had managed to restrain himself all this time.

As for Mai Miao, he had no idea things could be done like this.

Pinned against the wall, legs dangling, his buttocks cupped in Chen Li's hands—the two brothers clung to each other, standing in the bathroom as they fucked.

The novel experience flushed Mai Miao's entire body red. After a few deep thrusts from Chen Li's cock, slick gushed out, and soon he was panting heavily, his small cock stiffening at the base.

Chen Li rocked his hips, driving in hard. He was never one for words in bed, and now, burning with desire, he pressed close, kissing Mai Miao's ear as he murmured, "Miao Miao... feels good, huh?"

His rough thrusts came fast and relentless, pounding Mai Miao beyond tears.

"You like it... when your Gege fucks you, Miao Miao?" he growled through clenched teeth, voice thick with filth.

"Ugh... mhm!" Mai Miao trembled violently, his short length swaying wildly before spurting thin streaks of cum.

While Mai Miao was still dazed, Chen Li carried him to the bed outside.

"Ge..." Mai Miao whimpered softly as Chen Li's weight settled over him—half protest, half plea.

Chen Li spread his legs and leaned down, breathing heavily. "I'm your man now."

***

The next day, at noon.

Chen Li brought Mai Miao back to the hospital.

They didn't see Dr. Tang first—instead, a stranger approached and said, "Follow me."

Judging by his attire, he seemed to be a government official.

Mai Miao shrank back slightly. Born with sharp instincts, his face was etched with unease.

Chen Li gave him a reassuring glance, took his hand, and followed the man.

They wound through the hospital corridors, took several turns, climbed a flight of stairs, and finally stopped before a door.

Their guide knocked, then opened it.

Chen Li led Mai Miao inside.

It was an office where four people waited. Aside from Dr. Tang, Mai Miao didn't recognize the other three.

"Comrade Chen," Dr. Tang stood first and introduced, "This is Deputy Director Wu and Director Liu from the Public Affairs Bureau."

He gestured to the man seated farthest right. "And this is Director Yu from Shanghai's Special Defense Division."

The two officials from the administrative bureau were middle-aged, but Director Yu from the defense division appeared much younger—around Chen Li's age.

Oddly, though the two men looked nothing alike, they exuded an eerily similar aura of pressure.

Mai Miao had already nestled into Chen Li's embrace, greedily inhaling his scent, trying to drown out the overwhelming odor lingering in his nose.

Someone asked, "Is he feeling unwell?"

Chen Li pressed Mai Miao closer, keeping his face hidden, but his gaze fixed on Director Yu. His expression remained unchanged, yet there was an undercurrent of tension simmering beneath the surface.

"Xiao Yang," Director Yu called to someone outside, "take him out for a while."

However, Chen Li showed no intention of letting go.

Dr. Tang approached, speaking gently, "Don't worry, he won't disappear. The two of you still need to talk things through properly."

The deputy director sitting in the middle, Wu, also spoke up, "Comrade Chen, we're in a new society now. You must first trust the organization before we can proceed with this discussion."

"Wait for me outside. Don't wander off," Chen Li finally released Mai Miao.

Mai Miao glanced back repeatedly as he walked away, and Chen Li added, "Behave."

The door closed.

Deputy Director Wu gestured to the chair in front of him. "Comrade Chen, have a seat."

Chen Li sat down, his back straight, posture rigid and solemn—a remnant of his military past.

Once he was seated, Deputy Director Wu called out, "Old Tang." Dr. Tang opened the report on the table and handed it to Chen Li.

Chen Li took it and flipped directly to the last section—gender. Stamped in red was an English word: Omega.

Silently, Chen Li closed the report.

Even though he had already known, seeing the test results in black and white still sent a ripple of shock through him.

Deputy Director Wu asked, "Old Tang mentioned he's from your hometown?"

Chen Li took a moment before answering, "Same village."

—This required some backstory.

Chen Li had been born a full fifteen years before Mai Miao.

Those fifteen years had been the hardest of times.

The country was at war, food was scarce, and rural populations were in constant flux. Back then, there were no birth certificates or household registrations.

And for people like them, once discovered, they were forced into lifelong service. Each of them carried a special identification document—one that listed no parental information, no hometown address.

It was a harsh measure implemented during wartime. Those in power believed that without a past or attachments, they could devote themselves entirely to their duty.

Chen Li had been one of the lucky ones, managing to hide until he was fourteen before being found.

He still remembered his parents, remembered his mother being pregnant, remembered the way home.

Chen Li had once thought he would spend his whole life fighting, but the world changed, and so did the policies.

A few years ago, the village began household registrations, and farmland was allocated to each family. Most villagers no longer remembered that the old Chen family had an eldest son—those who did assumed he was dead.

On the Chen family's household register, there was only one name: Chen Mai Miao.

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