Feudal Dregs - Chapter 20

Lan Yu had been toyed with by Old Master Li for most of the night—for him, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

Pinned atop a jade phallus, he had been fucked until he squirted twice. Outside, the storm raged on, and in his delirium, Lan Yu felt like a banana tree battered by the wind and rain, torn apart by lust, reduced to nothing but a plaything. His lower entrance had been ravaged into a glistening, crimson hole, greedily swallowing the phallus, while his face was pressed into the old man's crotch. The scent of decay mixed with the cloying sweetness of opium clung to Old Master Li, reminding Lan Yu of rotting tree roots in spring soil.

The half-hard member slapped against his cheek, and in his daze, Lan Yu licked it until it stiffened fully. Old Master Li panted heavily, pressing down on him, dragging Lan Yu's bare body to meet his own.

The room was pitch black, devoid of light, everything swallowed by darkness.

Lan Yu's arms ached from being gripped so tightly. The old man licked his face while his fingers obsessively played with his entrance, murmuring mindlessly, "Darling, open up nice and wide, take it in..."

When he finally pushed inside, Old Master Li sighed in satisfaction. But his lower body was paralyzed, useless—even penetration brought no relief. He strained to move but couldn't. Lan Yu, now filled with living flesh, found some solace from the jade phallus that had left his sore, spasming hole. He clung to the shaft, sucking desperately, moaning with need.

Frustrated by his unquenched desire, Old Master Li grew agitated. He pinched Lan Yu's nipple harshly, the sharp pain jolting him back to clarity. The old man kissed him, his voice dripping with a chilling, maddened lust as he begged, "Lan Yu, my bodhisattva, move for me..."

Gasping, trembling all over, Lan Yu clumsily climbed onto Old Master Li, arching his back to swallow the cock deeper. But for some reason—perhaps fear, or maybe something off about the old man—he felt no pleasure at all.

Suddenly, Old Master Li demanded, "Why aren't you moaning?"

"Doesn't my darling feel good?"

Lan Yu bit his lip until the thrusts hit a sensitive spot, then let out a soft whimper, "Master..."

Old Master Li gripped his waist and smacked his buttocks hard. "Louder."

Lan Yu's eyes grew moist as he swayed his hips, letting out genuine cries. Blessed with a fine voice—usually carrying the gentle, unhurried cadence of Jiangnan's watery regions—his wanton moans held a unique allure, more seductive than any courtesan from the brothels. Tonight, Old Master Li seemed unusually fervent, greedily caressing that vibrant young body as if trying to draw from it some vital essence. He suckled Lan Yu's nipple, pinched his swollen clitoris, feeling the younger man tremble and bloom in his arms, excitement overwhelming him.

Within moments, Lan Yu felt a wetness inside—Old Master Li had already spilled into his passage.

Eyelashes still damp with unshed tears, Lan Yu hadn't expected the old man to finish so quickly. His barely stoked desire was abruptly cut short, leaving him hollow and unfulfilled. Sated, Old Master Li embraced the sweat-slicked body, compulsively kissing Lan Yu's neck. When their lips met, Lan Yu obediently offered his tongue, entwining it with the old man's. A sudden, inexplicable tenderness rose in Old Master Li's heart. Stroking Lan Yu's back, he blurted without preamble, "Darling, this part of you is no different from any woman's."

Then he asked, "Could you get pregnant?"

Lan Yu stiffened in shock. He had always treated that female passage with deepest secrecy, avoiding even the thought of it, let alone seeing a physician.

Had it not been for Old Master Li, he would never have imagined engaging in such acts—pregnancy was beyond contemplation, something he dared not and could not consider. "N-no... surely not," Lan Yu stammered. "I'm a man—"

His words dissolved into a gasp as Old Master Li fondled his semen-filled cunt. "Do men have pussies?"

Lan Yu opened his mouth but said nothing.

The old man's hand drifted to his cock, still hard and unspent, slowly stroking the length. Lan Yu's heart lurched inexplicably.

In the darkness, Old Master Li murmured, "My little bodhisattva hasn't..." He tapped the erect flesh. "...come yet."

Lan Yu whispered, "....I don't matter. Your pleasure is what's important."

Old Master Li laughed abruptly. "That won't do."

He withdrew his now-softened member, though the seed inside threatened to leak out. Pushing it back in, he rubbed his flaccid flesh against the entrance. "Lan Yu," he said, "give me another child."

"A child like you."

With those words, Lan Yu found his wrists bound and hoisted to the bedpost with hemp rope. He hung there half the night, played with until his cock could spill nothing more, nearly pissing himself before Old Master Li finally relented.

By the next morning when released, Lan Yu's voice was ruined. He lay abed the entire day.

Secrets had no place in the manor.

News of Lan Yu's all-night bondage spread through the Li residence like wildfire within a day. Some cursed him jealously as shameless, others reveled in schadenfreude, while colder observers simply watched the spectacle unfold.

The people in the mansion were determined to brand Lan Yu as a fox spirit. If he wasn't one, how could he have seduced Old Master Li—despite his age and frail health—into indulging in such debauchery with him all night?

Lan Yu paid them no mind.

When he was finally well enough to leave his bed, Li Yuqing came to see him. The moment Lan Yu caught sight of him, his expression turned icy. Seeing that the man still dared to approach, he slapped him hard across the face. "Get out!"

Li Yuqing, already familiar with his fiery temper, caught his wrist and chuckled. "Don't be angry, Stepmother. I just came to check on you." Lan Yu sneered. "To see if I'm dead yet?"

"Such harsh words," Li Yuqing said, his fingers itching at the sight of Lan Yu's cold demeanor. Strangely enough, despite his dashing looks that had always charmed the pleasure quarters, he repeatedly struck out with Lan Yu. Yet the more Lan Yu rebuffed him, the more Li Yuqing couldn't help but push forward, as if he had a masochistic streak. He couldn't quite understand it himself, but after some thought, he chalked it up to not having had his fill of this forbidden thrill. "I heard you weren't feeling well," he said. "I came especially to see you."

Lan Yu replied coldly, "I don't need your concern. The less I see of you, Second Master Li, the longer I'll live."

Li Yuqing sighed. "That's a shame. I miss you terribly if I don't see you for even a day."

Lan Yu still bore traces of illness in his features. Dressed in white, he looked even more frail and pitiable. Unable to resist, Li Yuqing reached out to touch his cheek, softening his tone. "I was wrong that day—I lost control. I didn't expect my father to summon you so late at night."

Lan Yu said indifferently, "I'm your father's concubine. He can call for me whenever he pleases."

Li Yuqing tried to take his wrist. "Does it hurt? Let me see."

"I brought you medicine—the best kind. It won't leave a scar."

Lan Yu took a step back. "No need."

His stubbornness only made Li Yuqing like him more. He moved closer, about to speak, when Lan Yu suddenly looked past him and called out, "Third Young Master."

Li Yuqing paused and turned. Sure enough, it was Li Ming'an.

When Li Ming'an saw Lan Yu, joy flickered in his eyes. He nearly called out his name but remembered his status—and Li Yuqing's presence— so he settled for, "Ninth... Ninth Concubine." He glanced at Li Yuqing. "Second Brother, what are you doing here?"

Li Yuqing replied lazily, "Same reason as you."

Li Ming'an gave an awkward "Oh," then looked back at Lan Yu. "I came to visit Father."

Li Yuqing said, "What a coincidence. So did I."

Lan Yu met Li Ming'an's gaze briefly before lowering his eyes. "The master is in his study. Please go ahead, Young Masters."

Li Ming'an nodded, unable to hold back. "Ninth Concubine, you still look unwell. You should rest more. If you're feeling ill, please call for a doctor."

Lan Yu replied politely, "Thank you for your concern, Third Young Master."

"I have matters to attend to. Excuse me."

With that, he turned and left. Li Yuqing glanced at Li Ming'an, noting how his foolish younger brother was still staring after Lan Yu, lost in thought.

When Li Ming'an turned back, he met Li Yuqing's gaze and flinched, stammering, "S-Second Brother."

Li Yuqing smiled and asked, "Was he pretty?"

Li Ming'an's ears turned red. He feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?"

Li Yuqing said, "Ninth Concubine, of course."

"Second brother, don't talk nonsense," Li Ming'an glared at Li Yuqing, somewhat flustered. "He's father's concubine."

Li Yuqing neither confirmed nor denied it. He turned to leave, and Li Ming'an called out, "Second brother, weren't you going to see father? You're going the wrong way."

Li Yuqing waved his hand dismissively. "Not anymore. I'm afraid the more he looks at me, the angrier he'll get—might even die from rage."

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