Feudal Dregs - Chapter 24

For a moment, Lan Yu couldn't fathom how Li Mingzheng could call him "Ninth Concubine" while keeping that impassive face as he helped him into a pair of underwear—it was practically... practically perverse. Beneath his long robe, he was completely bare, and when he lifted his leg, the hem slid down, revealing half of his pale thigh. Lan Yu held his breath, glaring fixedly at Li Mingzheng, who kept his eyes lowered as if genuinely focused on the task. The underwear was clearly Li Mingzheng's own, and when his fingers let go, the waistband settled on Lan Yu's hips. Every inch of skin touched by the soft fabric seemed to burn faintly.

The next instant, Lan Yu jolted upright, staring at him in disbelief. "Li Mingzheng!"

Li Mingzheng had grasped his cock.

Li Mingzheng glanced at Lan Yu and, whether intentionally or not, ran his thumb along the shaft before tucking it into the underwear. As he moved to stand, Lan Yu clamped his legs around Li Mingzheng's hand, trapping it against his slick skin. Li Mingzheng met Lan Yu's gaze—his eyes were reddened with humiliation and anger. "Young Master, you really are—“

"Unpredictable!" Lan Yu bit out, each word dripping with mockery.

Li Mingzheng braced one hand on the bed, looming over Lan Yu, while the other remained between his thighs. "Don't like it?"

Lan Yu smirked. "Since the Young Master is being so filial, how could I not adore it?" He kept his legs locked around Li Mingzheng's hand, eyes gleaming as he teased, "Who knew the ever-proper Young Master could play so—"

Lan Yu paused deliberately, then yanked Li Mingzheng closer by the collar until their noses nearly touched. With a low laugh, he murmured, "My dear Young Master, what exactly were you thinking, dressing me in your own dirty clothes?"

Li Mingzheng leaned in slightly, his palm reflexively gripping the plush thigh beneath—it smooth as fine silk. He didn't deny it. Whatever his intentions, the underwear was indeed his own, and now that Lan Yu wore it, the act carried an unspoken intimacy.

Lan Yu's eyes fluttered shut as Li Mingzheng's touch lingered, and he leaned in to press a fleeting kiss to Li Mingzheng's lips. Li Mingzheng watched him, then murmured, "Go deeper."

When Li Mingzheng's fingers brushed the inside of his thigh, Lan Yu didn't resist. Instead, he slowly spread his legs wider—an offering.

Something stirred in Li Mingzheng's chest. He lowered his gaze, dark eyes fixed unwaveringly on Lan Yu. Their stares locked, and though Lan Yu's lashes trembled slightly, he didn't look away.

Then Li Mingzheng stilled, surprise flickering in his eyes.

Lan Yu exhaled lazily. "You were wrong. My body isn't... healthy."

Understanding dawned on Li Mingzheng—this was why his father had brought Lan Yu into the household. He studied Lan Yu intently but didn't withdraw his hand. Instead, he slowly traced the small, malformed cunt nestled between his thighs.

So tiny. Just a narrow slit of flesh, hidden near the perineum.

Lan Yu's breath hitched as Li Mingzheng parted the folds, thumb rubbing over the clit. "Are you a man or a woman?"

Lan Yu let out a soft moan, then laughed, teasing, "That depends—does the Young Master prefer men or women?"

Li Mingzheng gazed coolly at Lan Yu, whose brows and eyes carried a hint of chill as he said indifferently, "Li Yuqing treats me as a woman, and your father—" He gave a strange laugh, revealing undisguised malice and mockery, murmuring softly, "Your father treats me as a bodhisattva, a saint."

No sooner had the words left his lips than Lan Yu let out a muffled groan—Li Mingzheng had inserted his fingers inside him. Panting, Lan Yu asked, "What do you want to treat me as?"

Li Mingzheng didn't answer. Instead, he explored and toyed with that delicate organ, his gaze clear and composed, as if he weren't violating his stepmother with his fingers at all.

Lan Yu gasped softly, his female passage clenching around the intruding digits, involuntarily secreting slickness that drenched Li Mingzheng's fingers. Li Mingzheng remained detached, sparing with words, yet his movements below were undeniably domineering. He added two more fingers, and the slippery clit fell into his grasp, pinched and kneaded at his leisure.

Pleasure radiated from below, misting Lan Yu's eyes as he gazed weakly at Li Mingzheng. Reaching up, he hooked his arms around Li Mingzheng's neck, trying to kiss him, but Li Mingzheng pressed down on his shoulders.

Lan Yu paused, licking his lips in frustration before stubbornly pushing up to kiss Li Mingzheng, one leg winding around his waist like a wanton serpent, clinging to the man, refusing to let go, determined to drain him dry and savor his essence.

Li Mingzheng watched Lan Yu's faintly flushed lips, reddened at the corners from being denied, even carrying a trace of grievance. Lan Yu pressed his lips together, tightened his grip, and as Li Mingzheng leaned slightly forward, Lan Yu caught his ear. His breath was scorching, his lips feverishly soft as they brushed the earlobe, murmuring in a daze, "Li Mingzheng."

Lan Yu trailed kisses from ear to cheek, biting his lip sharply when he reached it, then licking lightly, his voice barely audible, "I like you."

Li Mingzheng paused, then said flatly, "Don't speak."

Lan Yu laughed softly and repeated, "I like you—ah!" His words cut off abruptly into a low cry as Li Mingzheng withdrew his hand and slapped his cunt. His palm was broad, the force perfectly measured, making the tender flesh tremble and spurt a gush of fluid.

Li Mingzheng lowered his eyes, rubbing the slick wetness between his fingers, and before Lan Yu could speak, delivered another slap. That delicate place, how could it withstand such treatment? Within a few strikes, the entrance flushed crimson, the lips glistening and parted, lewdly pressed against the man's palm.

Lan Yu writhed in pain, trying to escape, but Li Mingzheng's strength was overwhelming, pinning him effortlessly. His breath never even faltered. Lan Yu's lower half burned red and numb from the slaps, his panting now laced with sobs, his nose reddening as he choked out, "It hurts... Li Mingzheng, you bastard."

Such feeble accusations only incited Li Mingzheng further.

Suddenly, Li Mingzheng lightened his touch, massaging the abused entrance as he asked, "Hurts, and yet you're still this shameless?"

Lan Yu's lashes fluttered, only to be met with another slap, forcing a cry from his lips. The gentle drizzle turned into a thunderstorm, lashing his cunt relentlessly. Before Lan Yu realized it, Li Mingzheng had driven him to climax, his thighs trembling, his cock and cunt both drenched.

Li Mingzheng slowly withdrew his hand, gazing at the sticky fluid on his fingertips. He rubbed them together, as if still feeling the lingering softness of his intimate folds.

Suddenly, a foot pressed weakly against his waist. He lifted his eyes to meet Lan Yu's gaze as he said, "Li Mingzheng, the men of your Li family really are all the same—no good."

Li Mingzheng neither confirmed nor denied it. As he moved to rise, Lan Yu refused to let him, pressing his leg against him and complaining, "You've practically ruined me, and now you just want to leave?"

Li Mingzheng asked, "What do you want?"

Lan Yu stared at him, his bare foot sliding down his waist until it inevitably brushed against the obvious bulge in his trousers. He scoffed, "And here I thought you were so proper."

Li Mingzheng caught his slender ankle—just as delicate as he'd imagined, easily encircled by his grip. Lan Yu sat up, leaning in to kiss him. "Want me to help you?" he murmured.

His hand trailed downward, fingers grazing the hard outline beneath the fabric. "So big," he remarked.

Li Mingzheng's eyes darkened. "Not in pain anymore?"

Lan Yu smirked. "It hurts—I'm definitely swollen. You brute, your hands are too rough, not a shred of gentleness for me there." Her words were brazen as she shot him a glare. "But what can I do? I like you."

"Let this little lady take care of you," Lan Yu whispered, his voice husky and tender.

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