Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 7

Chen Li gazed at the body beneath him.

He knew it wasn't a man's body. But it wasn't a woman's either.

Releasing one of Mai Miao's legs, he reached out.

His broad, work-roughened palm dwarfed the delicate area he was about to touch—one forceful press could make the whole body tremble violently.

Chen Li didn't dare be so reckless. He treated his discovery like some priceless treasure, where even in moments of fierceness, caution remained.

That place on Mai Miao's body was several shades paler than Chen Li's hand.

Chen Li was used to carrying rifles and doing manual labor. His skin was coarse, his fingers thick.

His calloused fingers carefully traced the slender slit.

Mai Miao clutched his clothes tightly, trembling violently when touched there as if scalded. Tears rolled down his flushed cheeks whether from distress or something else was unclear.

Chen Li examined Mai Miao's entrance closely. The narrow slit appeared shorter than his middle finger, still shyly closed, clearly untouched. The surrounding flesh had already begun to swell slightly. Under brighter light, Chen Li might have seen its rosy hue.

So far, Chen Li had maintained control, though his breathing had grown heavy.

His fingers continued their exploration, but even the gentlest touches made Mai Miao whimper in discomfort.

Before the whimpering could continue, Mai Miao suddenly gasped sharply "Ah..."

Chen Li had parted the delicate folds with his fingers. Unable to wait any longer, he pushed one finger inside.

To his surprise, just one finger seemed to fill the tight space completely. The overwhelming heat and constriction immediately made Chen Li break out in sweat.

"Nn...ah..." Mai Miao protested, kicking out wildly with one leg.

Chen Li allowed the tantrum while his fingers never stopped moving, stroking inside Mai Miao's passage.

Mai Miao writhed and cried out as if resisting fiercely, yet his scent grew increasingly potent—enough to attract wolves if anyone else were present.

The more Mai Miao struggled, the tighter Chen Li held him. With two fingers now inside, a few deliberate strokes drew forth moisture and intensified the fragrance—proof of full maturity.

Chen Li was drenched in sweat, his substantial erection straining visibly against his pants. Yet he'd restrained himself this long.

Having only been with women before and many willing ones at that Chen Li never played with emotions.

He knew exactly how he was in bed. At just over thirty, he was in his prime.

Mai Miao...this tender sprout was untouched, experiencing a man for the first time.

Experiencing him.

Fortunately, the timing was right. After just moments of Chen Li's fingers working inside him, Mai Miao's resistance weakened as pleasure resurged.

His protests melted into moans, soft whimpers matching each thrust of fingers. His damp eyes gazed dazedly at Chen Li—an innocent exterior barely containing the boundless desire beneath.

Chen Li had never seen another like Mai Miao, yet he possessed some inexplicable instinct an innate wildness that seemed etched into his very blood.

After a long while, Chen Li rose from Mai Miao's body, breathing heavily, his dark eyes fixed downward—

He knew what Mai Miao wanted. He understood exactly what this exquisite body beneath him craved most.

Chen Li licked his sharp teeth.

Dark clouds drifted lazily, veiling the moon and blocking its light.

Mai Miao could no longer see clearly, hearing only the rustle of fabric before his lips parted to murmur, "Gege.." Then, a heavy shadow pressed down on him.

Chen Li's hand gripped Mai Miao's face, tilting it to claim his lips in a fierce kiss, biting and sucking until they were slick and swollen, his tongue delving deep.

"Miao Miao." Chen Li's voice had grown rough and hoarse, his breath hot against Mai Miao's skin. At the same time, Mai Miao's legs parted wider, bare and trembling, wrapping around Chen Li's waist.

Hearing Chen Li's call, Mai Miao responded with a soft, dazed whimper.

Chen Li pinned him down again, teeth grazing the fragrant curve of his neck, biting and sucking until dark marks bloomed across the skin. At first, Mai Miao had been docile, clinging to his brother for only a few breaths before his face twisted as if struck by sudden agony. The pain was too much—even kisses couldn't soothe it. He turned his head away, lips trembling as a broken sob escaped.

Below their waists, they were already bare.

Chen Li's powerful frame settled between Mai Miao's spread thighs, his hardened length freed from restraint. It was thick and unyielding, more massive than when Mai Miao had glimpsed it by the river-ridged with veins, the head alone seeming wider than Mai Miao's tight entrance. The moment it pressed inside, Mai Miao, still untouched, writhed in unbearable pain.

"It hurts... it hurts...!" Mai Miao cried out, desperate to pull away, but Chen Li wouldn't indulge him now.

Chen Li sealed their mouths together, swallowing his cries, muffling the frantic pleas.

Seizing the moment, Chen Li forced himself deeper with a brutal thrust, tearing through the tight resistance. Mai Miao's body arched with a choked gasp.

Just that first breach was enough to overwhelm Chen Li—heat unlike anything he'd known engulfed him, pleasure far beyond what his fingers could ever provide. His face flushed, his hips driving forward with relentless hunger, harder than his first time, his breath ragged as he devoured Mai Miao's lips.

"Mm-ah...!" Mai Miao bit his own lip, reduced to muffled sobs, his hands clawing and pounding at Chen Li's back before finally clutching him in helpless surrender.

Chen Li's size was undeniable. Below, Mai Miao's entrance was stretched wide around the thick, dark shaft, the pink flesh yielding reluctantly with each thrust. Every forward push met resistance, forcing Chen Li to grind deeper, gaining another fraction with each punishing drive.

The suffering was Mai Miao's alone. Perhaps it was nature's design their kind was meant to be this tight, destined to endure this torment before pleasure could follow.

Yet even so, this place held its own extraordinary gifts.

In what seemed like mere moments, Chen Li had thrust dozens of times. Though Mai Miao was in pain, his arousal never dried up—each time Chen Li withdrew, his slick flesh would overflow with it. Chen Li's nose had always been sharp, and suddenly releasing Mai Miao's lips, he reached down to where they were tightly joined. Sure enough, there was blood.

By now, Mai Miao had cried himself dry, his voice hoarse, his head lolling pitifully to the side.

Seeing the virginal blood, Chen Li regained some rationality, yet a fierce satisfaction surged through him. He pressed down again, as if overcome with unspoken love, gently sucking Mai Miao's cheek before tenderly kissing his eyelids.

Soothed by his gentleness, Mai Miao gradually yielded, clutching Chen Li's clothes with trembling fingers. Between hiccups, he whimpered, "Ge... Miao-Miao... hurts..."

Chen Li didn't offer empty comforts, only leaned in to capture his lips. Mai Miao had learned a thing or two by now, shyly flicking his tongue against Chen Li before they tangled together.

Finally freeing a hand, Chen Li kneaded Mai Miao's buttocks before sliding forward to grasp his little brother's cock.

"Mnn—" Mai Miao shuddered at the unfamiliar touch, biting his lip like a cat being scratched under the chin, only to scrunch his brows the next second.

Seizing the moment, Chen Li buried himself to the hilt in one fierce thrust, drawing a ragged gasp from them both.

This time, Mai Miao was truly pushed to the edge. He clutched at Chen Li desperately, his mind scattering.

Chen Li sighed in satisfaction before pinning Mai Miao down, stroking him ruthlessly while driving into him with brutal force.

Only then did Mai Miao realize everything before had been child's play—now he was learning just how formidable his elder brother truly was. But there was no turning back. He could only endure as Chen Li's thick shaft ground mercilessly into his tender flesh, his sparse first release spilling into that rough palm.

Not wanting to torment Mai Miao too long, Chen Li decided to sate his little brother's craving first, to make him wholly his before anything else.

In the end, Mai Miao was reduced to frantic tears, his loud, sweet gasps filling the air. The rich scent of wheat mingled with the sharp tang of gunpowder, laced with sweat and the musk of their fluids.

Their entangled bodies moved with increasing abandon, the wet slap of skin drowning out even their harsh breaths. After being thoroughly impaled for over half an hour, Mai Miao suddenly let out a choked cry, as if his throat had been seized.

Several breaths later, Chen Li finally shifted, pulling out slightly.

After being ravaged so thoroughly, Mai Miao's entrance—like his trembling thighs couldn't close properly. As Chen Li withdrew slowly, thick streams of seed spilled out, obscenely slick.

The pungent scent of semen, mixed with Chen Li's own, enveloped Mai Miao completely. Dazed and overwhelmed, he couldn't even lift a finger.

In the distance, voices seemed to approach.

Without delay, Chen Li—more energized than ever—bundled Mai Miao in the blanket and carried him to the granary.

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