Feudal Dregs - Chapter 15

At first, Lan Yu had genuinely thought a bandit had broken into the Li residence. But then he caught the scent of alcohol—what kind of bandit would drink before committing a crime? Besides, the man had deliberately lowered his voice, and the fabric Lan Yu had grabbed in the struggle was high-quality silk. It didn't take much thought for Lan Yu to realize it was that scoundrel Li Yuqing.

Li Yuqing turned him around so they faced each other, then grinned and leaned in to kiss him. The moment their lips touched, he warned, "Don't bite me."

Lan Yu scoffed and ignored him, clamping down hard the second Li Yuqing's tongue slipped in. Li Yuqing let out a muffled laugh, pressing his tongue deeper, tangling and sucking with a roughness that left Lan Yu breathless. When Lan Yu tried to bite him again in defiance, his jaw was seized in a painful grip.

Li Yuqing was a skilled kisser, his tongue dexterous and relentless. The already stifling, windless summer night grew even more oppressive. The taste of alcohol mixed with saliva as their mouths clashed, and Lan Yu, utterly outmatched, found himself gasping for air, his struggles weakening.

Only after a long while did Li Yuqing finally pull back slightly, his voice hoarse as he murmured, "Little concubine."

Lan Yu's chest heaved, his eyes red at the corners as he glared at Li Yuqing. He raised his hand and slapped him, cursing, "Bastard."

The slap wasn't hard. Li Yuqing touched his cheek, then looked at Lan Yu and suddenly laughed, drawling, "Little concubine, why can't you ever learn to behave?"

Lan Yu met his gaze and felt a chill run down his spine. He shoved Li Yuqing away with all his strength and bolted—but he barely made it two steps before Li Yuqing caught his arm and slammed him against the wall. Tall, broad-shouldered, and long-limbed, Li Yuqing loomed over him with a wolfish intensity, his stare piercing. He pinned Lan Yu's wrists to the wall with brutal force, but Lan Yu still thrashed violently, kicking out wildly. After taking a few hits, Li Yuqing lost patience—he grabbed Lan Yu by the neck and slammed him back against the cold wall. Lan Yu's head struck the surface with a dull thud.

That single impact left Lan Yu's vision swimming, and all his resistance drained away in an instant.

Li Yuqing held Lan Yu's limp body, gently caressing his cheek as he murmured, "Lan Yu, whatever I set my eyes on, I always get. Be good, and you'll suffer less."

Lan Yu struggled to stand, pushing himself up with his hands. When he opened his eyes, they were clear and sharp, filled with a fierce intensity as he glared at Li Yuqing. The younger man shuddered with exhilaration under that moonlit gaze, excitement surging through him. Unable to resist, he kissed those fox-like eyes. "Little concubine, how do you bewitch me so? Hmm?"

In his twenty-odd years, Second Young Master Li had never been obsessed with anyone. Yet as he gripped that slender waist—a man's body, lacking the softness and tenderness of a woman—he felt utterly maddened. Just touching Lan Yu set his blood boiling like an untested youth. He pushed up Lan Yu's robe, kneading the firm flesh of his buttocks, and when he tried to pull down the trousers, Lan Yu suddenly fought back, grabbing his wrist in surrender. "Li Yuqing... Second Master, I beg you, let me go."

Li Yuqing studied Lan Yu's flushed eyes, squeezing the plump curves of his rear as he pressed his hardened length against him. He whispered in Lan Yu's ear, "Little concubine, it's not that I won't let you go. Blame yourself for being too tempting."

A seasoned libertine, Li Yuqing had played with men before. His fingers trailed familiarly along the cleft, probing toward the tight passage. Lan Yu still resisted, refusing to yield, so Li Yuqing pinned him down firmly. "Aren't I better than that old man, my father?" He licked Lan Yu's ear. "Let me pleasure you first. Be good, won't you?"

Lan Yu barely heard him, freezing entirely when Li Yuqing wrapped a hand around his limp member.

"How pitiful, still soft," Li Yuqing taunted. "Little concubine, why is there barely any hair here?"

Then his breath hitched. As if discovering something fascinating, he chuckled. "What's this?" His voice dropped to a whisper against Lan Yu's ear. "Little concubine, why do you have a little cunt too?"

Lan Yu trembled, his body tensing uncontrollably. The rough pad of Li Yuqing's finger rubbed at the entrance before pushing inward. Instinctively, Lan Yu clenched around the intrusion, gritting his teeth. "Li Yuqing, coveting your own father's woman—may you die a wretched death!"

The harsh words displeased Li Yuqing. His finger thrust in decisively, the tender flesh inside still dry and fearful, clamping around the invading digit. The sensation reminded him of deflowering a virgin. He had never touched an intersex person before and explored the narrow passage with curiosity—a space meant for one set of organs now crammed with two, making it abnormally tight, barely able to swallow a single finger. Li Yuqing's throat bobbed as he kissed Lan Yu's neck hungrily. "Little concubine, if you want me dead, at least let me feast first."

His voice, deep and magnetic, dripped with a ravenous desire. Determined to have his way, Li Yuqing only grinned when Lan Yu shuddered and spat, "Get out!"

Eyes darkening, Li Yuqing suddenly found the hidden bud of flesh and pinched it cruelly. "Little concubine, was it this freakish body of yours that ensnared my father?"

Freakish.

The sharp words pierced Lan Yu's ears. He bit his lips, suppressing the moan threatening to escape, and turned his face away, refusing to meet Li Yuqing's gaze. Li Yuqing sneered, "Tell me, are you a man or a woman? My father doesn't like playing with men—he fucks this cunt of yours, doesn't he?" Every word was crude, laced with malice. The small clit, abused beyond endurance, swelled red and tender under the man's fingers.

Suddenly, Li Yuqing chuckled. "Little wife, you're wet."

Lan Yu's lashes trembled, his cheekbones flushed crimson. Through gritted teeth, he hissed, "Shut up."

Li Yuqing replied, "Fine. Then open the mouth down below, little wife."

The crescent moon hung on the treetops, shadows of the forest swaying. A faint breeze drifted from somewhere, yet even the wind was warm. Pinned beneath Li Yuqing, Lan Yu was engulfed by the young man's overwhelming desire, which inexplicably reminded him of the day he'd first been pressed beneath Old Master Li.

Back then, likely to curry favor with the old man, the brothel madam had drugged Lan Yu's water, leaving him limp and powerless—yet his mind remained painfully clear. The aged but still robust body of the man had covered him, and Lan Yu had watched helplessly as Old Master Li pried his legs apart, greedily ogling the untouched female slit no outsider had ever seen. It was Lan Yu's nightmare, a memory he refused to revisit even after resigning himself to his fate.

Lan Yu's breath hitched. Clutching Li Yuqing's hand, his eyes reddened as he pleaded, "Not here... Second Master, please, not here." They were beneath the trees outside Old Master Li's quarters, separated only by a courtyard where servants frequently passed.

Li Yuqing studied him, then suddenly hoisted him up by the hips. "Alright, Second Master will indulge you."

Strong as he was, Li Yuqing carried Lan Yu like a child. Instinctively, Lan Yu wrapped his arms around Li Yuqing's neck, only to feel the man's hardened length pressing against him through their clothes. Li Yuqing teased, "If you'd been this obedient earlier, little wife, things would've been easier. Be good, and I'll treat you better than the old man ever did."

Lan Yu stayed silent.

With a glance around, Li Yuqing carried him to his own quarters. In just a few strides, he kicked the door open. The moment they entered, Lan Yu struggled free, but when Li Yuqing released him, his legs buckled, nearly sending him to the floor—until Li Yuqing caught his arm.

Li Yuqing laughed. "What's the hurry, little wife?"

Lan Yu shut his eyes briefly. "Li Yuqing, why must you torment me like this?"

Li Yuqing countered, "How is this torment? I'm fond of you." He leaned in to kiss Lan Yu's lips, only to be bitten hard. Annoyance flickered, but when he met Lan Yu's disgusted gaze, the anger inexplicably faded. Pinching Lan Yu's cheek, he muttered, "You obey my father in everything, yet you scorn me. What does he have that I don't?"

Lan Yu said coolly, "Didn't you want to fuck me? Hurry up."

His attitude made Li Yuqing laugh in exasperation. "Stepmother, how straightforward."

Li Yuqing said, "Now I want to see your cunt. Surely you won't be stingy about that?"

Lan Yu glared at Li Yuqing resentfully for a moment before undoing the haphazardly tied trousers. He kicked Li Yuqing and sneered, "Didn't you want to see?" Standing motionless, he clearly intended for Li Yuqing to kneel between his legs to look at that female slit. Li Yuqing narrowed his eyes—his knees, as the second young master of the Li family, were far too precious to bend. Instead, he simply scooped Lan Yu up, strode a few steps, and threw him onto the bed, pinning him down with a vicious grin. "Stepmother, you really never fail to surprise me."

He emphasized the word "surprise." Lan Yu let out a startled cry as his legs were forcibly spread, the soft, plump cunt now fully exposed to the man's gaze.

Lan Yu's hole was indeed small. After being toyed with, the labia were swollen and red, the clit erect, the tiny slit exuding an air of purity and lewdness. As a dual-gendered individual, Lan Yu had sparse body hair, the pubic hair light in color. His penis, clearly unused, was also quite pretty.

Li Yuqing was mesmerized by this strange body, his throat dry, his gaze almost tangible. The delicate hole couldn't withstand such scrutiny and trembled pitifully. Li Yuqing's teeth itched inexplicably, his entire body burning with heat. Unable to hold back, he slapped the cunt, drawing an involuntary cry from Lan Yu.

Lan Yu's eyes widened. "You bastard—what are you doing?!"

He tried to close his legs, but Li Yuqing wouldn't allow it, pressing his entire body between them, his broad, scorching palm sliding into the crevice, large enough to cup Lan Yu's cunt entirely. Lan Yu shuddered at the heat, but before he could curse again, Li Yuqing began toying with the hole wantonly, fingers thrusting deep into the fleshy passage, forcing the flower-like slit to bloom and spill its nectar. Old Master Li had also enjoyed playing with this hole, but with a touch of reverence, never so roughly and directly. The pleasure lashed at Lan Yu, leaving him dizzy and breathless.

Suddenly, Lan Yu arched his slender neck, his entire body tensing as slickness overflowed between Li Yuqing's fingers, soaking into the dark bamboo mat.

Lan Yu had squirted.

Li Yuqing hadn't expected him to be this sensitive. Remembering that this was his father's concubine, a pang of jealousy flared in his chest. "Stepmother, did that feel good?" he asked hoarsely.

He withdrew his hand, his palm dripping wet. Li Yuqing patted Lan Yu's cheek, smearing the slick mess over his face and hair, leaving him looking utterly debauched.

Lan Yu's unfocused gaze slowly settled on Li Yuqing, who suddenly found himself unable to hold back any longer. Without even bothering to remove his trousers, he pulled out his cock and thrust it against Lan Yu's slit. The tender flesh was slick, his shaft burning hot. Lan Yu whimpered, his weak fingers wrapping around Li Yuqing's length—it was too big, scalding to the touch the moment he grasped it. "Wait—"

Li Yuqing groaned at the touch, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait for what?"

Lan Yu struggled to sit up, reaching out to touch the object. The more he felt it, the more alarmed he became—its size was terrifying. Li Yuqing was amused by the fear on his face, thrusting his hips to rub against Lan Yu's palm for some relief. "What are you afraid of?" he chuckled. "It's not like you haven't taken it before—“ He let out a light laugh. "Bigger than my father's, isn't it?"

Lan Yu had no idea how to respond. He couldn't handle Li Yuqing's crude words, though a stubborn reluctance mixed with fear still lingered in his heart. His hesitant touches only stoked Li Yuqing's desire further. "Well, Stepmother," he said, voice rough, "had enough of weighing it?"

Lan Yu seemed unable to speak, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After a long pause, he finally whispered, "Can you... not put it inside?"

Li Yuqing froze, then let out a dark laugh at the naive request, his cock twitching in response, growing even harder. Lan Yu flinched and yanked his hand back, his palm sticky. He stared at Li Yuqing, thighs pressing together tightly. "...Second Master."

Li Yuqing should have refused outright—what was the point of having prey in his grasp if he didn't devour it whole? Not tearing Lan Yu apart was already an act of mercy. Yet, in that moment, an odd sense of pity and a strange jealousy flickered in him. He gripped Lan Yu's chin. "Stepmother, are you trying to keep yourself pure for my father?"

Lan Yu lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Li Yuqing smirked. "Fine. I'll let you off today. But Stepmother," he leaned in, voice husky, "sooner or later, I'm going to fuck that little cunt of yours raw.

He grabbed Lan Yu by the neck and forced him down. "Open your mouth."

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