Feudal Dregs - Chapter 30

Li Mingzheng toyed with the nape of his neck as Lan Yu kissed him—light, fleeting touches with soft lips. When he didn't pull away, the kiss deepened, Lan Yu's tongue tracing the sharp lines of the man's mouth, panting softly as he murmured, "Li Mingzheng, kiss me."

Li Mingzheng watched his fluttering lashes, then tightened his grip. Lan Yu's tongue pressed deeper, but he quickly lost control. Despite his cold demeanor, Li Mingzheng's kisses were fiercely aggressive, like a chilling blade forcing its way into his mouth, claiming every inch. Lan Yu gasped for breath, cheeks flushed, instinctively trying to retreat, but Li Mingzheng held him firmly by the neck, pinning him against the desk as he ravaged that sweet-talking mouth.

Tall and long-limbed, Li Mingzheng nearly engulfed Lan Yu in his shadow. Though Lan Yu had grown up on a pleasure boat and been with many men of the Li family, he was no match for such a kiss. His legs weakened, his breathing ragged, his gaze dazed.

Suddenly, Li Mingzheng released him. He studied Lan Yu's flushed face and said flatly, "Take off your pants."

A few seconds passed before Lan Yu seemed to process the words. He swallowed, his throat itching, his mouth still tingling. He eyed Li Mingzheng's composed expression—if not for the obvious bulge below, no one would guess the man was aroused.

What a hypocrite, Lan Yu sneered inwardly. Lazily, he turned around, lifted the hem of his robe, and stripped off his undergarments. Li Mingzheng's gaze fell on the round curves barely concealed by his underwear before raising his hand and delivering a sharp slap.

Smack.

Lan Yu let out a soft hum, tilting his head to shoot Li Mingzheng a sidelong glance before slowly removing his underwear and lying across the desk. Li Mingzheng gazed at the pale, plump flesh of his buttocks—one side already flushed red, so tempting it made his fingers itch. Unable to resist, he raised his hand and delivered another sharp slap, this one harder, sending a tremor through the soft flesh that immediately reddened.

Lan Yu cried out in pain, gritting his teeth as he snapped, "Li Mingzheng!"

Li Mingzheng's eyes trailed down to the delicate pink entrance nestled between his cheeks. His father preferred women, so it was likely he had never taken much interest in Lan Yu's back passage. When Li Mingzheng pressed a finger against it, Lan Yu shuddered, instinctively covering himself. He turned to meet his gaze—those dark, fathomless eyes like a frozen abyss—yet he could keenly sense the flicker of desire within them.

Real, unmistakable male lust.

Licking his dry lips, Lan Yu murmured, "Don't touch there."

Li Mingzheng gripped the soft flesh of his buttock and said bluntly, "This ass isn't for fucking?"

His tone was icy, his words crude despite his lofty demeanor. Lan Yu's cheeks warmed as he mumbled, "It's not prepped... no lubrication either... just take me below."

Li Mingzheng remained unmoved. Fearful he might actually force his way into his unprepared entrance, Lan Yu curled his fingers nervously. he knew how men took other men, but neither the old master nor Li Yuqing had ever shown interest in his backside—it was too tight, too unyielding. If Li Mingzheng tried to push in dry, the pain would be unbearable.

Hesitantly, he arched his hips higher, guiding Li Mingzheng’s hand to his other entrance. The moment his fingers brushed against him, he trembled. "If you touch me there," he whispered, "I'll get wet quickly... then you can take me."

Li Mingzheng slid a finger inside, his thumb circling his clit as he asked coldly, "Is this how you seduced my father?"

The tiny bud was unbearably sensitive—just a few strokes and the dry passage grew slick. "Answer me," he demanded.

Lan Yu clenched around his fingers, a low moan escaping his lips. "I never seduced the master—“ His words dissolved into a sharp cry as Li Mingzheng pinched his swollen clit, sending a rush of wetness between his thighs.

"Liar," he sneered.

Tears pricked at the corners of Lan Yu's eyes. "No... I only like the young master. I only wanted to seduce you."

He kept repeating it—like him, only him.

Li Mingzheng studied the body sprawled across the desk—his robes hiked up, bare buttocks exposed, legs completely bare save for the underwear still tangled around his ankles. He looked like some desperate adulteress, too eager to even undress properly.

Pushing Lan Yu legs apart, Li Mingzheng idly stroked Lan Yu slick entrance before guiding the thick, burning length of his cock inside. "A concubine seducing the heir," he murmured darkly. "Lan Yu—"

"Even whores aren't as shameless as you."

The sheer size of him stretched his unprepared passage to the point of near-splitting. Lan Yu panted heavily, bracing himself against the desk as Li Mingzheng withdrew slightly before driving deep again. His fingers clawed at the edge of the wood as he whimpered, "...So big— slow, slower."

The grip there was tight, greedily squeezing around the cock, clearly urging the man to thrust harder. Li Mingzheng, already exhausted from weeks of work, was further inflamed by Lan Yu's provocation, leaving no room for gentleness. He immediately pinned Lan Yu down and fucked him ruthlessly. His movements were fierce, each deep thrust splitting the tight passage wide open. The head of his cock, like a meaty dragon, plunged in and out savagely over a dozen times, driving deeper with every stroke until nearly the entire length was buried inside.

Lan Yu was left weak-limbed by the relentless pounding—this was nothing like how Old Master Li had taken him. The old man was paralyzed and aged; even when hard, he couldn't compare to a younger man. When Lan Yu rode him, he controlled the pace, the pleasure like a gentle spring rain. But Li Mingzheng was a summer thunderstorm, crashing down without warning.

Instinctively, Lan Yu reached back, pushing against Li Mingzheng's hips in an attempt to slide off the desk. But Li Mingzheng, irritated by the squirming, slammed into him with a punishing thrust and ordered, "Don't move."

The deep penetration struck straight against his cervix, making both men gasp. Li Mingzheng felt the head of his cock sink into a wet, tight heat, the walls of the passage clinging to him in reluctant welcome, sending shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes briefly, then leaned down to seize Lan Yu's wrists, hauling his upper body up while thrusting in again with brutal force, his voice rough. "You tempted me, little slut. Why run now?"

Lan Yu curled his toes, tilting his head back with ragged breaths, sweat beading on his forehead. "Too deep... Li Mingzheng, don't grind there—“

Li Mingzheng released his hands, and Lan Yu relaxed slightly, his tight passage loosening—only for the scorching shaft to ram in mercilessly, forcing half its length inside in one brutal stroke.

Lan Yu couldn't even cry out. His tongue slipped past his lips, his cheeks flushed, his expression utterly debauched.

Breathing unevenly, Li Mingzheng reached up to stroke Lan Yu's face, then pinched his lips open, slipping fingers inside to play with his tongue. He leaned close to whisper in his ear, "Why so tight? Didn't my father fuck this slutty hole of yours?"

Lan Yu shook his head around the fingers, his tongue curling submissively around them. Of course, Old Master Li had taken every part of him—he adored that cunt of his. But after his paralysis, he no longer had the strength. It had been so long since Lan Yu had been speared this deep by a vigorous cock that the pleasure was almost frightening, sending waves of dizzying satisfaction through him, like an addict finally getting his fix. Unable to hold back, he trembled and begged, "Feels so good—ah, fuck me, Li Mingzheng."

His hips rolled shamelessly, and Li Mingzheng, eyes dark with lust, slapped his ass sharply. "Whore."

"Even after my father fucked your swollen cunt, you're still not satisfied," he mocked. "In Yangzhou, you weren't selling the pipa—you were selling your body, weren't you?"

Lan Yu paled at the cold, humiliating words, but his cunt clenched, dripping wet. He bit his own arm, panting, voice wrecked with desire. "Don't want... lifeless jade toys…"

His voice was soft and dazed, Li Mingzheng thrusting into him until he cried out, his scrotum slapping heavily against the reddened flesh of his buttocks. "What do you want?"

Lan Yu whimpered, "I want... I want the young master's cock, only the young master... it's so big, I'm going to be fucked to death."

Li Mingzheng let out a low, ragged breath at Lan Yu's words, giving his thoroughly reddened ass a sharp slap before driving his cock deep into his womb, sending Lan Yu straight into climax. The pussy was flooded with slick, and Li Mingzheng nearly came from the tight clenching around him. He barely managed to pull out for a moment, flipping Lan Yu onto his back on the desk, where his pleasure-drunk face met Li Mingzheng's gaze.

Suddenly, Li Mingzheng remembered that day in the temple when he had accidentally witnessed his father licking Lan Yu's cunt—Lan Yu sprawled across the altar like a living, breathing sacrifice.

Li Mingzheng's throat bobbed as his eyes fell on the well-fucked hole before him, gaping and flushed a debauched shade of red, unmistakably well-used. When untouched, it closed into a neat slit, small and pristine like an untouched maiden's, but once opened, it shamelessly spread wide, dripping wet and begging for a man's cock to plunge inside.

Grabbing Lan Yu's plump thighs, Li Mingzheng dragged him down. When his cock pressed against the entrance and pushed in, Lan Yu's entire body seemed impaled on it, his legs instinctively tightening around Li Mingzheng's waist. Abandoning all gentleness, Li Mingzheng's cock became a ruthless weapon, pistoning into the slick passage again and again. The place where they joined was a mess of wetness, Lan Yu's hardened cock swaying and spurting precum, the scene utterly obscene.

A puddle gradually formed on the floor beside the desk, the furniture itself shifting slightly from the force of their movements. The air after the rain was thick with humidity and heat, the room filled with stifling warmth and the heady scent of lust.

Lan Yu felt as if the hole below was being fucked raw, burning and numb, the slickness only making the shape of the man's cock more distinct, searing itself into his mind. Li Mingzheng kept at it by the desk for a long time, and when he finally came, a thick flood of seed filled Lan Yu's womb, forcing another orgasm out of him. His legs gave out, his toes curling as he took the flood of cum, feeling as if every part of him, inside and out, was now stained with Li Mingzheng's scent.

After a moment, Li Mingzheng pulled out, and Lan Yu thought it was over—only to see him scoop him up and carry him straight to the bed.

Dropped onto the mattress, Lan Yu lay with his legs splayed weakly, his used hole still leaking white. Li Mingzheng stood by the bed, his gaze raking over the gaping entrance he had fucked open, before slowly undoing the buttons of his long robe.

He wore the robe buttoned all the way to his throat, looking every bit the composed gentleman, nothing like the man who had just fucked his stepmother into repeated climax.

Lan Yu stared blankly at Li Mingzheng until he leaned down, and suddenly, he felt like prey about to fall into a beast's claws. He tried to scramble back into the bed, but Li Mingzheng caught his ankle without hesitation, dragging him beneath him. His expression was calm as he studied Lan Yu's face. "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

Overwhelmed with shame, Lan Yu could only watch as Li Mingzheng shed the robe, revealing a body of lean, powerful muscle. His skin was pale, but his frame was taut with the restrained aggression of a mature man. Li Mingzheng's hand closed around his ankle—indeed, it was slender and delicate, easily engulfed in his grip. Without needing to search, he found the small red birthmark on the bone, rubbing the skin until the mark darkened and even the foot itself flushed a faint pink.

Li Mingzheng's palm was damp and scorching. Lan Yu's foot itched from the rubbing and he tried to pull it back, but Li Mingzheng held on tight. The two struggled like adversaries, and Lan Yu, seized by some inexplicable stubbornness, was determined to free himself.

Suddenly, Li Mingzheng let go. Unable to stop himself, Lan Yu tumbled onto the bed, legs splayed wide in an undignified sprawl.

Flushed with embarrassment and irritation, Lan Yu glared at Li Mingzheng. "Who would've thought the young master had a thing for staring at a man's feet? Lucky for you I'm not a woman, or you'd be the very picture of a lecherous scoundrel."

Unfazed, Li Mingzheng grabbed the loose robe hanging off Lan Yu's frame and dragged him closer. His fingers slipped into the wet cleft between Lan Yu's legs. "With this slutty cunt between your legs, and you claim you're not a woman?"

Humiliation burned in Lan Yu's eyes. He grabbed Li Mingzheng's hand and pressed it against his half-hard cock, taunting, "Do women have this?"

Li Mingzheng stroked the length, his rough fingertips grazing the swollen head. The organ stiffened further under his touch, an oddly fascinating sight. Without warning, he pinched the leaking slit, wrenching a choked sob from Lan Yu's throat. "True enough," he mused. "Not quite a man, not quite a woman—“

He pushed his rigid length into the slick heat, murmuring, "You're the little bodhisattva my father worships."

The words alone sent Lan Yu spilling over the edge beneath him.

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