Feudal Dregs - Chapter 17

Lan Yu didn't take Li Ming'an's words to heart.

How could Li Ming'an help him? He was barely twenty, still a young master of the Li family—Old Master Li was his father, and this was his home.

Between a stranger and family, the answer was obvious.

Besides, even if Li Ming'an truly wanted to help, it was already too late.

The rain showed no sign of stopping, continuing relentlessly into the next day. Thunder rumbled as violet lightning split the sky, the downpour relentless as if the heavens had overturned.

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the window, casting the faint outlines of two figures against the wall. Li Yuqing narrowed his eyes. In the brief glare, Lan Yu's pale back was exposed as he knelt between Li Yuqing's legs, head bowed, the wet sounds of his mouth at work filling the room.

Lan Yu's technique was unskilled, his mouth small. When he took the tip between his lips, he frowned, eyes reddening as if struggling to continue. Li Yuqing wasn't in a hurry, thrusting slowly, not letting him focus on the lower entrance—instead treating his mouth like another hole to be opened and tamed until it obediently softened around him.

A sudden thunderclap startled Lan Yu, causing the object in his throat to plunge deeper. Li Yuqing gasped in pleasure, unable to resist running his fingers through Lan Yu's hair, caressing his flushed cheeks.

Choked beyond comfort, Lan Yu let out a sobbing gasp.

With a firm tug of his fingers, Li Yuqing forced Lan Yu to lift his face—cheeks burning red, lips wet and parted, drool dripping from where he couldn't swallow. His fox-like eyes were half-lidded, lashes trembling, his expression unbearably erotic.

The sight made Li Yuqing waver between tenderness and cruelty.

His fingers slid down to grip Lan Yu's throat, feeling his own arousal through the thin skin.

Li Yuqing smirked. "Little concubine, didn't my father teach you how to use this mouth? Your skills are terrible."

Lan Yu shot him a glare and tried to pull away, but Li Yuqing clicked his tongue, gripping his jaw and thrusting back in. "My mistake," he teased. "This mouth is intoxicating. Take it deeper."

The sudden intrusion made Lan Yu clutch weakly at his knees, throat convulsing around the intrusion until his face pressed against the heavy swell of Li Yuqing's sac. Muffled, he cursed, "...Bastard."

Then he couldn't speak at all.

Li Yuqing came directly into his mouth—too much to swallow. Lan Yu coughed violently, trembling as he struggled to recover. Watching his disheveled state, Li Yuqing found it strange. He'd thought his obsession with Lan Yu was mere novelty—his father bringing home a male concubine. But now, having done everything short of taking that hidden entrance, his craving only grew.

He nudged Lan Yu's slender fingers with his foot. "Still with us, little concubine?"

Lan Yu pulled his hand away, voice hoarse. "Don't touch me."

Li Yuqing chuckled. "I heard you play the pipa. No wonder your hands are so lovely."

Ignoring him, Lan Yu wiped the mess from his lips and tried to stand, only to be dragged onto Li Yuqing's lap. As he struggled, a hand slipped between his legs.

"Just from sucking me off, you're already this wet?" Li Yuqing murmured. "Did my father leave you starving?"

Lan Yu gritted his teeth. "Let me go."

But fingers were already inside him, pinching the swollen bud. "Since my father failed you," Li Yuqing whispered, "it's only right his son makes up for it."

Lan Yu gasped. "You—you promised—"

Li Yuqing worked him ruthlessly. "This greedy little hole is swallowing my fingers. You really don't want it?"

His own arousal pressed insistently against Lan Yu, who bit his lip. "No."

Li Yuqing let out a low chuckle and simply spread his legs apart, making him straddle his lap. The thick shaft rubbed against the slick entrance, teasing without fully entering. Lan Yu's entire body tensed, ready to push himself off Li Yuqing, only to have his sensitive clit pinched, forcing a gush of arousal from his cunt and melting his waist until he was pressed flush against the man's scorching length.

Outside, the storm raged violently, while inside, waves of heat and passion surged between their sweat-slicked naked bodies, stoking the flames of desire even higher.

Lan Yu's eyes widened in shock, a hint of anger flashing through them. "Li Yuqing!"

Li Yuqing responded lazily, parting the plump lips of his cunt with the tip of his intimidating cock, slapping the dripping wet folds lightly as he stared at Lan Yu. "If you won't let me fuck you, at least let me grind against you, my dear little wife."

The way Li Yuqing kept calling him "little wife" carried a roguish charm. Lan Yu, already half-aroused from the teasing, felt his entrance flutter unconsciously, sucking at the glans rubbing against it, making his inner walls spasm. He couldn't help but recall the pleasure of being filled and thrust into.

He wasn't some untouched virgin. Before becoming involved with Old Master Li, Lan Yu had never dared to get too close to anyone because of his unusual body. But he was still young—once he'd tasted pleasure, his youthful vigor craved more. Before his paralysis, the old man had been strong enough to try all sorts of tricks, and even when his stamina waned, he'd occasionally take medicine to drive Lan Yu wild with pleasure. After he became bedridden, though they still engaged in intimacy, a paralyzed man was nothing like one who wasn't.

Lan Yu panted softly, but Li Yuqing noticed his distraction and bit his neck like a dog, the thick cock below grinding harshly against his clit. The stimulation made Lan Yu's waist jerk, his cunt itching as another rush of slickness spilled out.

"Still got the energy to space out, little wife?" Li Yuqing taunted. "Who are you thinking about?"

"My father?"

Lan Yu lifted his eyes to meet Li Yuqing's gaze, lips pressed together in silence. Li Yuqing smirked. "My father's paralyzed," he said, then chuckled darkly. "How do you two even do it? Do you ride him and bounce on your own?"

Flustered by the relentless questioning, Lan Yu stared at him for a moment before pushing himself up, pressing his hands against Li Yuqing's chest as he rocked his hips, grinding against the eager cock beneath him. "Want to know?"

Li Yuqing's breath hitched, his gaze deepening as he watched Lan Yu, who stared back unblinking—those eyes alone could drive a man mad.

Lan Yu spoke slowly, "That's right. Your father can't use his waist anymore, so I have to ride him myself... just like this."

He even reached down to spread his slick folds with his fingers, pressing them against Li Yuqing's shaft as he rocked back and forth in slow, deliberate motions. Li Yuqing's breathing grew ragged, the swollen head of his cock rubbing against the flushed petals of his entrance, nudging inside only to pull back out again and again.

Lan Yu lowered his gaze to where their bodies joined. Li Yuqing's member was thicker and more robust than his father's, standing proud and brimming with youthful vigor and desire. He grasped the man's scrotum, his soft entrance pressing close as if ready to swallow it whole. His voice was hoarse, yet laced with a cold, aloof arrogance. "What a pity your father can't perform anymore. Only his mouth can bring me pleasure now."

Li Yuqing sucked in a sharp breath, his mind instantly conjuring images of his father forcing Lan Yu's entrance open with his fingers. His grip tightened around Lan Yu's waist, the urge to thrust in nearly unbearable—but Lan Yu arched up just then, causing his cock to slide uselessly past. A vein pulsed at his temple as he growled, "Little concubine, let me in. I promise you'll find it unforgettable."

Lan Yu replied, "No. A man must keep his word."

He rode the length of Li Yuqing's shaft with deliberate slowness, grinding his delicate entrance against it. The tender flesh couldn't withstand the friction, slick arousal drenching the cock until it gleamed obscenely. Li Yuqing let out a low groan, his restraint snapping as he pinned Lan Yu beneath him. "You little whore. Teasing me like this while saying no—how long do you plan to play hard to get?"

His breath was scorching, his cock impatiently nudging against Lan Yu's soaked entrance. "Tch—so tight."

The swollen head breached him, the tight ring of muscle struggling to accommodate him. Lan Yu couldn't resist the man's roughness, his bare chest heaving as his nails raked down Li Yuqing's back. "Li Yuqing! You—ah! You can't go back on your—ngh—word!"

Li Yuqing pushed in deeper, staring down at him with a derisive smirk. "Little concubine, did you really take me for some chaste saint?"

His cock stretched the narrow passage inch by inch, the ache both unbearable and intoxicating. Lan Yu's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as Li Yuqing brushed the damp hair clinging to his cheek. "After all this time with my father, you're still this tight. He must've treated you gently. If it were me, I'd have ruined you long ago—trained you to grow wet at the mere scent of a cock."

Lan Yu turned his face away, but Li Yuqing gripped his chin and forced him back. "Not happy?"

Lan Yu sneered. "And here I thought the great Second Master Li had remarkable self-control."

"Turns out it's nothing special."

Li Yuqing barked a laugh, unbothered. "What man isn't a lustful beast at heart? Did you expect everyone to be like my elder brother?" Lan Yu's gaze flickered, his voice icy. "All you Li men are cut from the same cloth."

"True enough. But how could we resist when you're this beautiful, with such an enticing body?" Li Yuqing chuckled dismissively before beginning to thrust in earnest. His member was thick as an iron rod, each movement stoking the flames of desire. Lan Yu could no longer speak, his brows knitting slightly as Li Yuqing watched him. Unable to resist, Li Yuqing leaned down to kiss him. Their lips met, Lan Yu's lashes fluttering as his eyes opened to meet Li Yuqing's gaze.

Dissatisfied with the shallow press of lips, Li Yuqing licked into his mouth. Lan Yu refused to cooperate, only inciting him to kiss more fiercely, his hands soon finding Lan Yu's nipples.

Outside, thunder rumbled in rolling waves, the unrelenting downpour a stark contrast to the wildfire of lust burning within the room. Suddenly, frantic knocking sounded at the door. "Ninth Concubine!"

Lan Yu jolted as if waking from a dream, his entrance clenching tighter. "W-Wait!" he hissed under his breath.

Li Yuqing was in high spirits and unwilling to stop easily. Forcing open the clinging flesh, he muttered, "Just stop moaning, little mother." The servant outside called, "Ninth Concubine, the master summons you now! Ninth Concubine!"

It was one of Old Master Li's attendants. Lan Yu shot Li Yuqing a fierce glare, steadying his breath before responding, "What's the matter?"

The servant's voice was barely audible over the pattering rain, "We don't know, Ninth Concubine. The master has woken and is waiting for you."

Lan Yu said, "Go back first. I'll come after dressing."

The servant replied, "Yes, Ninth Concubine. Please hurry."

Lan Yu: "Understood."

After responding, he glared at Li Yuqing and ordered, "Get out."

Li Yuqing thrust in deeply in displeasure, mocking, "Little mother, how will you face my father like this?"

Lan Yu groaned softly, "Li Yuqing, move."

"I'm still hard," Li Yuqing grumbled, irritated by the interruption. Lan Yu sneered, "If your father grows impatient, he'll come himself. Feel free to continue if you want him watching."

Li Yuqing retorted, "How cruel you are, little mother. Running to that old man the moment he calls, yet never giving me such courtesy." Lan Yu replied, "Maybe in your next life."

With the mood thoroughly ruined, Li Yuqing reluctantly withdrew his still-erect member. The sight of Lan Yu's flushed, glistening entrance made his blood boil, but Lan Yu curled his legs to hide the view.

Tsking in frustration, Li Yuqing watched as Lan Yu wiped himself clean with a handkerchief before tossing it onto Li Yuqing's lap, covering his arousal.

Standing straight, Lan Yu said coolly, "Second Master will have to take care of himself."

With that, he limped off the bed to dress, his legs sore and unsteady.

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