Feudal Dregs - Chapter 25

Lan Yu was the type to feign ten parts affection where only three existed, his words dripping with sincerity. He called herself "little lady," yet his actions were anything but demure.

—But then again, he wasn't the only one.

Li Mingzheng thought coldly—he had crossed the line too. He knew Lan Yu had ulterior motives, that every word from his lips was a lie.

Kneeling before him, Lan Yu worked his hand over his length, head bowed, the elegant curve of his neck on full display. His damp hair clung to his cheeks, lending his an ethereal beauty, like a lotus emerging from water.

Even Li Mingzheng had to admit—Lan Yu's looks were undeniably exquisite.

After a while, seeing that Li Mingzheng made no move to push him away, Lan Yu boldly lifted his robe and slipped his hand inside. His fingers brushed against the scorching heat of his erection. Even without looking, he could tell just how intimidatingly large it was—a trait the Li father and son shared.

With just a few strokes of his palm, it swelled even thicker. Yet, aside from a slightly quickened breath, Li Mingzheng showed no other signs of arousal. His clothes remained mostly undisturbed, as if he could withdraw at any moment.

Lan Yu studied him and remarked, "This thing between your legs is far more honest than your face."

Li Mingzheng didn't respond. Instead, he gripped the back of his pale neck and pressed down. "If you can't say anything pleasant, use your mouth for something else."

Lan Yu didn't resist. As Li Mingzheng exerted force, his entire face was pressed against the man's crotch, the thick, musky scent overwhelming him. Lan Yu let out a low hum, relaxing his body lazily as his tongue flicked against the fabric, teasing the bulge with a light, indifferent touch. "This doesn't sound pleasant—"

"Young Master, what kind of pleasant words would you like to hear? This concubine will say them all for you." His voice curled upward at the end, hook-like, enough to claw at a man's heart. Li Mingzheng's fingers tightened, pressing Lan Yu's cheek even closer, the obscene bulge grinding against his face with unmistakable intent.

Li Mingzheng's command was brief: "Open your mouth."

Lan Yu said, "What's the hurry?" He reached up and pulled out the man's cock—thick, savage, and menacing, clearly not something to be trifled with, pulsing with life against his palm. Lan Yu froze for a moment, a flicker of hesitation rising in his heart. Li Yuqing was no saint, but at least his emotions were written plainly on his face. Li Mingzheng, however, was different. His expression was unreadable, seemingly rigid in his adherence to propriety, yet here he was, bedding his father's concubine without so much as a flicker of guilt.

A man like that was far more terrifying.

Lost in thought, Lan Yu didn't react immediately, but Li Mingzheng wasn't in a rush either. His cock stood erect, almost as if it were fucking Lan Yu's face, the swollen head rubbing against the man's smooth cheek.

Slowly, it brushed against his lips. Lan Yu bit the inside of his mouth, tilting his face upward to look at Li Mingzheng from below. That gaze, that angle—it might have seemed like surrender, but it only stoked the predatory hunger buried deep in a man's bones.

Li Mingzheng gripped his own cock and tapped it against Lan Yu's lips. "Concubine, didn't you say you'd indulge me?"

His tone was calm, but Lan Yu could hear the mockery laced within. Gritting his teeth, Lan Yu took the tip shallowly into his mouth, his teeth grazing lightly as he mumbled, "What if I bite it off?"

Li Mingzheng lowered his gaze, his grip firm as he clasped Lan Yu's jaw. With one thrust, he shoved his length deep inside. The sudden intrusion choked Lan Yu, tears springing to his eyes as his fingers clutched desperately at the man's robes.

Li Mingzheng's expression remained unchanged, his movements ruthless and unrestrained, treating Lan Yu's mouth like nothing more than a hole for his pleasure. The sheer force left Lan Yu gasping for air, his lips and cheeks flushed red from the abuse, robbed of any chance to utter another flirtatious word.

By the time Li Mingzheng came in his mouth, Lan Yu's throat burned as if it had been torn open, the corners of his lips sore, his mouth filled with the taste of the man's release. It felt even more intense than if they had actually fucked.

Li Mingzheng released him, watching as Lan Yu collapsed against the bedside, coughing violently, spitting out thick streaks of white. A faint trace of regret flickered through him.

He wiped himself clean unhurriedly, then stood, straightening his robes with a few smooth adjustments. Once again, he was the impeccable, untouchable Young Master Li.

Seeing Li Mingzheng about to leave, Lan Yu instinctively grabbed his sleeve. "Where are you going?"

His voice was wrecked, hoarse beyond recognition.

Li Mingzheng glanced at the fingers clutching his sleeve, his gaze lingering for a moment on the traces of spend at the corner of Lan Yu's mouth before replying coolly, "Getting clothes."

Lan Yu snapped out of his daze and let go.

Li Mingzheng left the bedroom, instructing the steward to bring another bucket of clean water before personally selecting a fresh set of robes. Only then did he return.

When he entered, Lan Yu was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The long robe he wore had ridden up, revealing his bare legs and a pair of pale feet.

Li Mingzheng remembered—there was a small red mole on his right ankle.

Lan Yu appeared to be asleep, his breathing light. It wasn't until Li Mingzheng approached that he realized Lan Yu's eyes were open. Their gazes met inadvertently, and the two locked eyes in the dim bedroom for a moment before Lan Yu asked, "Li Mingzheng, shall we do it?"

Li Mingzheng remained silent, placing his clothes aside.

Lan Yu curled his lips slightly, saying, "Even if you don't fuck me, you can't wash your hands of this—committing incest with your father's concubine, tsk."

Li Mingzheng replied indifferently, "You're overthinking it."

"I have no interest in drawing blood."

Only a few days had passed since Lan Yu had been strung up by his father. The wounds hadn't fully healed, and after being slapped again, the swelling was severe. Li Mingzheng was never gentle in bed, and if he took Lan Yu now, he might not be able to leave the bed today.

Lan Yu looked up at Li Mingzheng and suddenly smiled, whispering, "Li Mingzheng, do you actually care about me?"

Li Mingzheng said coldly, "If you're looking for death, I can help you along."

Lan Yu sighed, "I did want to die before, but now... I'm a bit reluctant."

"My dear young master, I don't have the strength. Will you carry me?"

Li Mingzheng glanced at him, then bent down to lift him up. Lan Yu murmured in his ear, "My mouth hurts. Kiss me."

Li Mingzheng said impassively, "If you keep talking, I'll drop you."

Lan Yu let out a soft "ah" and wrapped his arms around Li Mingzheng's neck, clinging to him as he whined, "It really hurts. Don't you know how thick that thing of yours is? My mouth feels like it's about to split."

Li Mingzheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he said flatly, "Spare me the coquettish act."

"My dear young master, you're so unromantic," Lan Yu chuckled, his voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "This isn't coquettish—it's called amorous play. What we share is romance, what we speak of is love."

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