Feudal Dregs - Chapter 19

Lan Yu's ears burned crimson, his lashes fluttering down as if too ashamed to speak. The delicate flesh glistened under rough fingertips, clenching shyly at each touch. The contrast was dizzying—the weathered hands of an old man coaxing slick heat from youthful softness, like crushing fresh petals between calloused palms.

He toyed idly with Lan Yu's cunt, watching breath hitch and muscles tense, his body arching like an orchid unfurling in moonlight. This young, vibrant flesh belonged to him alone.

Lan Yu's body was sensitive, and Old Master Li was well-versed in the arts of pleasure. Just as Lan Yu was about to climax, the old man withdrew his hand. Lan Yu, flustered, grabbed Old Master Li's hand, his eyes and brows brimming with desire. The old man commanded, "Spread your legs."

Left hanging on the edge, Lan Yu let out a frustrated gasp before parting his long legs beneath the man. Old Master Li propped himself up, rummaged in the hidden compartment of the bed, and retrieved something, which he then brought to Lan Yu's lips. "Wet it," he ordered.

Lan Yu extended his tongue to lick it, only then realizing it was a jade dildo—realistic in shape and size, cold to the touch. As soon as he opened his mouth, Old Master Li thrust the object inside. Lan Yu let out a muffled cry, his throat aching from the intrusion, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

The room was dim. Listening to the wet sounds of Lan Yu sucking on the lifeless object, Old Master Li was suddenly overcome with cruelty. He abruptly reached out and choked Lan Yu, pulling the toy out only to plunge it into his entrance.

Lan Yu's entire body tensed. The grip on his neck was so tight he could barely breathe, his face streaked with saliva from the dildo, making him look lewd and debauched. His legs twitched, his gasps weak. Old Master Li pushed the toy deeper, the tightness making it difficult to withdraw. He chuckled coldly, "My dear, so desperate for a lifeless thing? What a little slut. No wonder you play with yourself at night."

Darkness crept into Lan Yu's vision. Suddenly, Old Master Li released him, and fresh air rushed in. Lan Yu coughed uncontrollably, trying to push himself away from the toy, sobbing, "It hurts... Master, it's too deep."

With a forceful thrust, the dildo struck deep inside, mercilessly hitting his core. Lan Yu's moan pitched higher as a flood of slick gushed out from below.

Lan Yu came.

Old Master Li, his hand drenched, suddenly calmed. He gently stroked Lan Yu's trembling thighs and asked, "Do you like this lifeless thing?"

Regaining his senses, Lan Yu frantically shook his head. "No, I don't... I won't play with it again. Please don't be angry, Master."

Old Master Li laughed softly. "Why would I be angry? It's just self-indulgence." He sighed wearily. "I'm old now. I can't satisfy my little bodhisattva anymore."

Lan Yu scrambled up, nuzzling the man's arm like an affectionate pet, whispering, "No... You're not old. I only want you. Please, be gentle with me."

In the darkness, Old Master Li's voice was eerily calm, sending a chill down Lan Yu's spine. "Hush, don't be afraid. I was young once too. The young love to play, especially my little bodhisattva with such a body..."

"Since I've brought you home, how could I let you go hungry?" He slowly caressed Lan Yu's lower body, smiling. "If you like the dildo, then let it satisfy you properly, hmm?"

The next day, the heavy rain that had been pouring for two days showed no sign of stopping. Dark clouds churned overhead as if dumping torrents from the sky, leaving puddles accumulating in the courtyard.

When Li Mingzheng arrived, a servant stopped him with an odd expression, saying, "Eldest Young Master—”

"The master hasn't risen yet today."

Li Mingzheng frowned. The servant lowered his voice and mumbled indistinctly, "Ninth Concubine is inside."

Li Mingzheng lifted his eyes, coldly regarding the tightly shut door before him, then tilted his chin slightly. "Go. Tell him I have urgent business."

The servant hesitated briefly before darting into the rain.

Soon, the servant returned. "The master requests your presence."

Holding an umbrella, Li Mingzheng strode into the downpour, raindrops pelting the canopy with a sharp crackle. A massive water vat stood in the courtyard, now overflowing from two days of relentless rain, its contents spilling over the rim.

Upon entering the room, Li Mingzheng caught the scent of freshly lit sandalwood incense mingled with something peculiar. No stranger to carnal affairs, he immediately recognized the lingering traces of intense lovemaking. His gaze fell upon his father—Old Master Li seated in his wheelchair while Yunxiang knelt on the floor, helping him into his shoes.

The old master looked weary, yawning as he asked, "What brings you here so early?"

Li Mingzheng composed himself. "The continuous heavy rain has stranded our cargo ships at Weihai Port. Two shipments won't reach Beijing on schedule."

Old Master Li waved a listless hand. "Noted."

His tone unchanged, Li Mingzheng continued evenly, "The rain shows no sign of letting up soon. The eastern district's low-lying warehouses require reinforcement as a precaution."

"Handle it as you see fit," the old master nodded. Their discussion continued briefly, primarily with Li Mingzheng speaking while his father listened sluggishly, his delayed responses betraying a sleepless night. Li Mingzheng paid this no mind.

Suddenly, something clattered to the floor in the inner chamber. Li Mingzheng paused mid-sentence, his eyes shifting toward the beaded curtain. Old Master Li propped his cheek on one hand, yawning again. "Anything else?"

Through the swaying beads, Li Mingzheng glimpsed a figure sprawled across the bed—a slender, bare foot dangling limply over the edge, toes curling and uncurling in tremulous spasms as if overwhelmed.

Meeting his father's gaze with detached indifference, Li Mingzheng replied, "Nothing."

Old Master Li absently waved him away. After one last glance at the curtain, Li Mingzheng turned and left.

The old master remained slumped in his chair for a while before slowly wheeling himself toward the inner chamber. A jade pillow lay toppled on the floor, abandoned in its fall. Across the bed stretched a naked body—hands bound and suspended from the bedpost, legs splayed obscenely. The swollen cunt gaped around a thick, black dildo, the engorged clitoris clamped beneath a cruel device.

Lan Yu's hair clung to his skin, drenched in sweat. A Burmese bell still vibrated inside his ravaged hole, its tremors agitating the jade toy within, transforming pleasure into torment that lashed mercilessly at every inch of flesh.

His eyes unfocused, it took Lan Yu long moments to register Old Master Li's immaculate appearance in the wheelchair. His lips parted around the walnut-sized gag soaked with saliva, but no words emerged—only mute, obscene surrender.

Old Master Li stroked the thigh that had slipped down, grasped it, and placed it over his own leg, saying, "What's all this fuss? Want the eldest to see you like this?"

Lan Yu's eyes widened in panic as he shook his head frantically, the gag in his mouth muffling his words into incoherent murmurs. Observing the terror in Lan Yu's eyes, Old Master Li finally took mercy and removed the ball gag, teasing his tongue with a finger. Lan Yu's tongue had gone numb, and he struggled to lick the man's hand weakly.

Old Master Li chuckled, "Just teasing you."

Tears streamed down Lan Yu's face as he sobbed, "I can't take it anymore, please spare me..."

Old Master Li rubbed his lips and asked, "Has my little bodhisattva had his fill?"

Lan Yu nodded desperately.

With a hint of lingering desire, Old Master Li sighed regretfully, "Fine then."

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