Feudal Dregs - Chapter 31

Li Mingzheng was relentless. By the time the bed curtains were drawn aside, the sheets were a tangled mess of sweat and spend. Lan Yu's lower half was swollen, his legs trembling. Even his nipples, red and sore from rough handling, stung with every breath. Hissing through his teeth, he sneered at Li Mingzheng, "How long has it been since the young master last had a woman?"

Li Mingzheng had already donned his robe, fastening the diagonal buttons with cool detachment, none of the feral hunger from earlier remaining. At the question, he turned to look at Lan Yu, who sat naked on the bed's edge, every inch of him marked by Li Mingzheng's hands.

Ignoring the jab, Li Mingzheng said nothing. Unbothered, Lan Yu studied his slender fingers, his waist still tingling from the bruising grip that had held him down during their rough coupling. Suddenly, he called out, "Young master, come here."

Li Mingzheng glanced at him. Lan Yu whined impatiently, "I won't bite. Come on." Only then did Li Mingzheng stride over. Lan Yu had already shifted to his knees, and as Li Mingzheng stood by the bed, he reached up to fiddle with the man's collar.

Three buttons on the dark robe remained undone. Head bowed, Lan Yu fastened them with careful precision. They stood so close that Li Mingzheng only needed to look down to see the thick sweep of his lashes, the soft red of his lips—delicate, almost pretty.

Something stirred in Li Mingzheng's chest. Like this, Lan Yu could almost pass for a newlywed wife, the moment strangely tender.

As Lan Yu secured the last button and lifted his gaze, he found himself staring into Li Mingzheng's dark, unreadable eyes. After a pause, he looped his arms around the man's neck, pressing a light kiss to his lips. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Li Mingzheng gripped his chin, voice flat. "You've gotten what you wanted. No need for this act."

Lan Yu held his gaze. "What I wanted?" He laughed, the sound muffled. "What I want is for you to like me, young master. Tell me, have you really fallen for me?"

Li Mingzheng scrutinized those eyes. Lan Yu didn't avert his gaze as they locked eyes. "Lan Yu," Li Mingzheng said, "is your affection truly so worthless?"

Lan Yu froze, his eyes instantly reddening. He turned his head away, his voice hoarse and indifferent. "People are divided into ranks. I suppose feelings have their hierarchies too. If the young master finds mine beneath him, so be it."

Li Mingzheng studied Lan Yu with an inscrutable expression before turning to leave without another word. The door clicked shut behind him. Lan Yu lifted his head to stare at the closed door, then slowly sank to his knees. Wiping away the moisture at the corner of his eye, his face was utterly devoid of tenderness, only cold detachment.

***

With the Zhili and Fengtian factions taking control of Peking, the political winds shifted rapidly. The Li household had been enjoying particularly prosperous days recently.

Old Master Li, in high spirits, hosted a grand banquet at the Li residence to entertain the capital's elite. For several nights, the compound blazed with lights and revelry. Lan Yu observed it all with detachment. As a male concubine, he was barred by the matriarch from appearing before guests. The patriarch, preoccupied with his political machinations, readily agreed after brief consideration, remarking that Lan Yu disliked crowds anyway and would prefer the quiet. Lan Yu had smiled and acquiesced.

Outside the Li residence, carriages came and went in endless streams, transporting Peking's powerful—Chinese and foreign alike. Their mingling faces under the lantern light created a facade of false harmony.

Tonight, the moon shone bright and stars sparse as a cool evening breeze tempered the summer heat.

Unable to sleep, Lan Yu wandered outside. His quarters near the main courtyard allowed faint echoes of clinking glasses and drunken laughter to reach him. Expressionless, he glanced toward the noise before choosing a secluded path.

Unexpectedly, he encountered Li Ming'an again.

The youth sat on a stone bench in his well-tailored Western suit. Lan Yu would have retreated, but Li Ming'an had already spotted him. "Lan Yu," he called.

Lan Yu stopped and bowed politely. "Third Young Master."

Perhaps drunk, Li Ming'an's flushed face wore a dazed smile as he stared at Lan Yu, his breath smelling of alcohol. "Thought I was seeing things."

"Why isn't the Third Young Master at the banquet?" Lan Yu asked.

Li Ming'an frowned. "They kept forcing drinks on me... so I slipped away." He gagged slightly but restrained himself in Lan Yu's presence, gazing up like a lost puppy.

"Can the Third Young Master walk?" Lan Yu inquired.

"Where to?" Li Ming'an mumbled blankly.

Lan Yu chuckled. "Back, of course. The Third Young Master is drunk."

"...Not drunk," Li Ming'an protested weakly. "Just a little dizzy."

Lan Yu sighed and said, "Let me take you back."

Upon hearing this, Li Ming'an looked at Lan Yu with sparkling eyes, his ears slightly red, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he pressed his lips together without speaking. Lan Yu asked, "Can the third young master walk on his own?"

Li Ming'an nodded. The alcohol had dulled his mind, and it took him a few seconds before he finally stepped toward Lan Yu. His legs were unsteady, and he nearly stumbled when he reached Lan Yu, who quickly grabbed his arm. The sudden closeness made Li Ming'an lower his gaze, catching sight of Lan Yu's fair neck and earlobes.

Li Ming'an swallowed hard, but Lan Yu had already released him, saying, "Can the third young master walk? If not, I'll call a servant to help.”

Li Ming'an immediately shook his head and whispered, "I can walk."

Lan Yu gave him a once-over before turning and leading the way toward Madam Zhao's courtyard. The night breeze was cool, and as Li Ming'an watched Lan Yu's slender figure ahead, his steps were uneven, as if he were treading on clouds—feeling even more intoxicated than he had been at the banquet. His throat was dry, and though he wanted to say something, he feared disturbing the quiet between them.

After a while, Li Ming'an rubbed his flushed cheeks and softly asked Lan Yu, "Why are you still awake so late, Ninth Concubine?"

Lan Yu replied casually, "Couldn't sleep."

Li Ming'an hummed in acknowledgment before adding, "If Ninth Concubine is troubled by something... and doesn't mind, you can tell me. I'll do my best to help ease your worries."

Lan Yu chuckled. "What could you possibly do to help me?"

Li Ming'an pressed his lips together and murmured, "I'll do my utmost."

Lan Yu neither agreed nor disagreed, leaving Li Ming'an inexplicably restless. Just as he was about to speak again, Lan Yu suddenly stopped and pulled him behind a nearby rockery.

"Shh," Lan Yu raised a finger to his lips and whispered, "Someone's coming."

Li Ming'an stared at Lan Yu's hand gripping his arm, then at his face, absently humming in response. His head was foggy, and his cheeks burned even hotter. Lan Yu didn't look at him, listening intently to the sounds outside, regretting ever stepping out tonight. He hadn't expected to run into Li Ming'an—nor to stumble upon a pair of secret lovers.

Outside the rockery, passion flared like thunder meeting fire, moans mingling with gasps, enough to make anyone blush.

Li Ming'an stiffened, his eyes fixed on the crevices of the rockery behind Lan Yu, holding his breath. After a moment, however, his gaze inevitably drifted back to Lan Yu, whose face remained expressionless, though his posture betrayed slight discomfort.

Li Ming'an murmured, "...Lan Yu."

Lan Yu glanced at him and said, "The third young master should still call me Ninth Concubine."

Li Ming'an awkwardly muttered, "Oh."

Silence fell between them again, but the noises outside grew louder. Suddenly, the man's teasing voice rang out between pants, "Squeezing so tight—has that old bastard been starving you?"

The woman's moans were soft and dripping with desire as she gasped, "Deeper... Ah, he's old and useless—what good is he?"

Li Ming'an and Lan Yu exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes—it was the Eighth Concubine.

Li Ming'an frowned deeply, never expecting that one of his father's concubines would dare to have an affair behind his back. Yet when he thought of his own feelings for Lan Yu, he was overwhelmed with guilt and shame, unable to even look at him. Lan Yu, however, remained composed. With the old master Li keeping seven or eight concubines in his household and constantly indulging in outside dalliances, Lan Yu didn't doubt for a second that there was plenty of filth hidden beneath the surface.

Slap!—a sharp sound of a palm striking skin rang out. The man's breathing grew ragged as he sneered, "Didn't he just take in another concubine a few months ago? Heard it was even a man. Useless as he is, what's the point of taking more?"

The Eighth Concubine let out a trembling moan, seemingly in ecstasy. "Don't mention that fox spirit!" she hissed, then gave a strange laugh. "I think the old man's lost his vigor—can't even get it up anymore. That's why he's gone mad and brought a man home."

The man chuckled darkly. "If he can't, can I? Hmm? Am I making you feel good?"

The Eighth Concubine's moans were shattered into breathless fragments, filled with unmistakable pleasure as she cried out incoherently, calling him "big brother" over and over.

Li Ming'an stole a cautious glance at Lan Yu, whose expression remained indifferent, showing neither anger nor amusement. This only made Li Ming'an's heart ache even more. Since Lan Yu had entered the Li household, gossip and slander had never ceased, an undeserved torment inflicted upon him.

All of it was brought upon him by the Li family.

The sympathy and pain in the young man's eyes were too obvious for Lan Yu to ignore. He patted Li Ming'an's hand, signaling for him to follow as they quietly slipped away through the other side of the rock garden.

The two left the small garden without a sound.

"Lan Yu," Li Ming'an called out.

Lan Yu turned. "Hmm?"

Li Ming'an looked at him, eyes reddened. "I'm sorry."

Lan Yu smiled faintly. "What are you apologizing for?"

Li Ming'an clenched his fists. "It's all my father's fault. If not for him, you wouldn't have had to leave your home and suffer such humiliation..."

Lan Yu studied him deeply before letting out a soft chuckle. "Fate, I suppose."

They stepped into the moonlight, where servants occasionally passed in the distance. "I'll leave you here," Lan Yu said.

Li Ming'an watched as Lan Yu's slender figure retreated into the shadows. His lips parted, wanting to say something—anything—but the words tangled in his throat. The emotions fermented by wine raged uncontrollably in his chest, aching so fiercely it hurt.

***

When Lan Yu returned, the front hall was still lively, brightly lit with gaudy red lanterns hanging along the corridors. Recalling the illicit affair he had accidentally witnessed earlier, he curled his lips slightly, as if seeing through the rot and decay festering beneath the grandeur of this vast estate.

The door was slightly ajar. Lan Yu pushed it open and stepped inside, but just as he was about to light the lamp, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against a solid body. Startled, he nearly cried out, dropping the fire striker in his hand.

"Who—?!" Lan Yu jerked his elbow back, but the intruder anticipated the move, catching the striker and gripping his wrist. A familiar, amused voice whispered, "Shh, little concubine, it's me."

It was Li Yuqing, who should have been in the front hall.

Lan Yu frowned. "Second Master, what are you doing here?"

Li Yuqing held him close, reaching over to light the lamp with ease before lazily resting his chin on Lan Yu's shoulder. "Missed you."

His nose brushed against Lan Yu's neck as he inhaled deeply. Lan Yu stiffened, his voice cold. "The banquet isn't over yet. Second Master should return before someone comes looking—"

Li Yuqing drawled, "No."

He reeked of alcohol, his tone lazy as he gripped Lan Yu's slender waist. Lan Yu had just bathed, carrying the faint scent of soap—nothing extraordinary, yet Li Yuqing found himself oddly addicted to it, unable to get enough, almost wishing he could take a bite.

These days, Li Yuqing had been swamped with work. A ruthless gambler, he'd anticipated the clashes between the Fengtian, Zhili, and Anhui cliques and had secretly aligned himself with the Fengtian faction early on. The Li family, having grown to its current stature, had no shortage of money—and these warlords needed money.

Indeed, Li Yuqing's gamble paid off.

In just a few days, some in the capital rose to prominence while others fell from grace. Li Yuqing was undoubtedly one of the rising stars. He gained significant favor, even touching military power, and these days were filled with endless banquets, leaving him utterly exhilarated.

This was an era of chaos, and Li Yuqing had ambition. He refused to remain a mere merchant.

Social engagements were all about wine, women, wealth, and power—realms where Li Yuqing moved with effortless ease, like a fish in water. He hadn't thought of Lan Yu for days, initially believing his infatuation had faded. Yet, as he held a voluptuous woman in his arms and thrust inside them, Lan Yu's face flashed through his mind, instantly making everything feel dull.

Even at the height of pleasure, Li Yuqing remained unsatisfied. It wasn't enough.

Only when he finally held Lan Yu again did the craving subside—like an addict who, after long deprivation, finally caught a whiff of opium, reigniting the deepest hunger buried within.

Li Yuqing bit down on Lan Yu's neck, savoring his muffled groan. A thrill shot up his spine straight to his head. Licking the spot, he gripped Lan Yu's chin and murmured, "I haven't stopped thinking of you these days, not for a moment. Have you missed me, hmm?"

Lan Yu let out a low sound, forced to turn his head and meet Li Yuqing's peach-blossom eyes—now drunk and stripped of all restraint, gleaming with the hunger of a starved beast.

"Why would I think of you?" Lan Yu retorted.

Li Yuqing merely smirked, rubbing Lan Yu's soft lips. "Heartless little whore."

He leaned in for a kiss. When Lan Yu tried to evade, Li Yuqing seized the back of his neck and claimed his mouth firmly. "Open up. Let me taste you."

Lan Yu struggled in anger, nearly knocking over a candleholder. Li Yuqing shoved him hard against a cabinet, growling, "Don't make this difficult for yourself."

Lan Yu sneered, "With Second Master's current influence, who would dare disrespect you?"

Li Yuqing chuckled dismissively. "Be good," he whispered against Lan Yu's ear, his half-hard length pressing insistently. "Help me out. I've missed you to death."

With that, he reached to lift Lan Yu's robe hem. Lan Yu resisted, struggling as he said, "Stop this madness, your father might come looking for me!"

Li Yuqing bit his earlobe, gripping the thigh wrapped in undergarments and kneading firmly, saying, "He won't be coming."

"Seventh Concubine has gone to my father's quarters."

Lan Yu froze momentarily, during which Li Yuqing had already pulled down his trousers. Noticing his dazed expression, Li Yuqing rubbed noses with him playfully and teased, "Feeling heartbroken?"

Lan Yu remained silent, his face cold.

Li Yuqing said, "Little Mother, if my father doesn't cherish you, I will."

Lan Yu's fair skin was irresistible. As Li Yuqing nuzzled against the pale neck, its thin layer barely concealing the veins beneath, it provoked an urge to sink teeth into it.

Never one to deny himself, Li Yuqing bit down hard, relishing Lan Yu's pained groan, which only heightened his exhilaration. This little temptress exuded allure in every way, as if tailor-made to his desires—even her coy resistance fueled Li Yuqing's arousal.

Though alcohol should have slowed his response, the scent of Lan Yu drove him to immediate hardness.

Pinned against the wall, Lan Yu felt Li Yuqing's throbbing length pressing insistently against him, his scorching breath oppressive. The sharp teeth at his neck hurt, and Lan Yu shut his eyes briefly before kicking Li Yuqing forcefully, cursing, "Li Yuqing, are you a fucking dog?"

Unfazed, Li Yuqing pried his thighs apart, positioning himself at Lan Yu's entrance, and chuckled darkly, "Little Mother, if I'm a dog, what does that make you?"

Lan Yu scoffed coldly.

Devoid of arousal, his member remained soft, his female passage tightly closed. Li Yuqing prodded the unresponsive flesh—perhaps the alcohol muddled his mind—finding even his male organ endearing. Teasingly, he rubbed his shaft against it, murmuring, "Little Mother, how is even this part of you so pretty?"

Tensing all over, Lan Yu couldn't resist pushing at him, his voice icy, "If you're going to fuck me, hurry up—“

His words dissolved into a moan as Li Yuqing's searing palm cupped his vulva, fingers parting the tight folds. "This dry," he rasped, skillfully rolling the clit between his fingers, "Little Mother, how can I fuck you if you're not wet?"

Overwhelmed by the sensitivity, Lan Yu clutched Li Yuqing's arm, head thrown back against the wall as pleasure forced his legs to tremble. In the dim candlelight, Lan Yu's face seemed haloed in a soft glow, breathtakingly beautiful and erotic. Li Yuqing's throat moved as he captured Lan Yu's parted lips. Though Lan Yu resisted the kiss, his reluctance only spurred Li Yuqing to force his tongue deeper, the taste of liquor exploding between them until both grew lightheaded.

Only after bringing Lan Yu to climax did Li Yuqing push inside. The tightness of the passage gripping his cock nearly made him spill instantly. Unable to restrain himself, he fucked Lan Yu against the wall, driving his swollen length brutally deep. Still reeling from his orgasm, Lan Yu was impaled to the hilt, his abdomen feeling as if it might be pierced through. "Li Yu... Li Yuqing!"

Lan Yu's voice came in broken gasps as Li Yuqing listened to him calling his name, growing increasingly excited. He nibbled and sucked on Lan Yu's lips, murmuring, "Hmm?"

Lan Yu panted, "Take me back to the bed—not here."

Li Yuqing gripped his firm, round buttocks and thrust hard, satisfying his craving before slowing down. "Isn't this good enough?"

Lan Yu's legs trembled, his entire body cradled in Li Yuqing's hands. Sweat dampened his hair, but he refused to yield, arching his back to push out the thick intrusion buried inside him. "To the bed," he insisted.

Li Yuqing paid no heed, suddenly tightening his grip on Lan Yu's slender waist and forcing him down, driving his cock even deeper until it lodged firmly against the entrance of his womb. The brutal thrust made Lan Yu's eyes well up, his moans turning wanton. Li Yuqing hissed in pleasure, grinning as he asked, "Little wife, does it feel good?"

Though his words were teasing, his movements were relentless, pistoning ruthlessly into the tight, slick passage until Lan Yu clenched around him, overwhelmed.

Lan Yu's back repeatedly hit the wall, his thighs numb from being gripped, but nothing compared to the relentless invasion inside him. After just a few dozen thrusts, a flood of slick gushed out—he had come again.

Li Yuqing groaned at the tightness, nearing his own climax. Watching Lan Yu's dazed eyes, he drove in deep and spilled inside him. The sheer volume of cum filled Lan Yu's womb, the invasive sensation drawing a broken whimper from his lips. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, lashes wet with tears.

Li Yuqing pinned him firmly against the wall, kissing him deeply, savoring the soft slide of his tongue before caressing his heated ears and jawline. Unable to resist, he soon began thrusting again with his half-hard cock, but Lan Yu weakly grasped his wrist. "Not here... take me to the bed."

Li Yuqing smirked. "Beg me, little wife."

Lan Yu opened his eyes, glaring. Li Yuqing cupped his chin, kissing his swollen lips before licking the sensitive roof of his mouth. "Be sweet for me, and Second Master will give you anything."

Their tongues tangled until Lan Yu bit down, muffling a curse. "Bastard!"

Li Yuqing chuckled, finally pulling out. Thick fluid trickled down Lan Yu's thighs, dripping onto the floor. He turned Lan Yu around, stripping off his clothes to reveal his back—reddened from the rough treatment. The smooth skin made the marks stark, and Li Yuqing clicked his tongue, kissing his shoulder blades. "My fault. I forgot how delicate you are."

Lan Yu braced against the wall, gritting out, "Get lost."

Li Yuqing slid his hands around Lan Yu's waist, pinching his small, pert nipples. Though they belonged to a man's flat chest, they were softer than expected—almost like budding breasts.

He pushed back inside, fondling them as he teased, "You've got a woman's cunt, and now these tits too. Could it be... you're pregnant?"

Lan Yu shuddered under his skilled fingers, weak but defiant. "Don't talk nonsense—I'm a man!"

Li Yuqing sneered, "Men—men," as his hardened member stretched open the fleshy orifice once more. He withdrew slightly before thrusting back in fully, saying, "Men aren't as wanton as you, little mother."

"Little mother, if you ever got pregnant one day, whose child do you think it would be—mine or my father's?"

The image of Lan Yu with a swollen belly flashed through Li Yuqing's mind, sending heat surging through his cock. Though he played around outside, he never left his seed behind. But the thought of Lan Yu carrying his child now twisted into a perverse thrill. He drove into the slick, soft cunt relentlessly, demanding, "Little mother, tell me."

"No... I won't get pregnant!" Lan Yu's back arched taut from the relentless fucking, his legs giving way. Li Yuqing hooked his arms under Lan Yu's thighs and lifted him effortlessly, his strength allowing him to carry Lan Yu like a child, driving his cock impossibly deeper. Overwhelmed, Lan Yu's own member spilled thin streams of cum, his wet cunt clenching uncontrollably.

Carrying Lan Yu back to the bed, Li Yuqing left a trail of lewd moisture in their wake.

Lan Yu's robe was torn, his trousers discarded on the floor. Impatient, Li Yuqing ripped the remaining fabric away and tossed it aside, spreading Lan Yu's legs and plunging back into that insatiable hole—a cunt that never loosened, greedily swallowing his cock as if it were a treasure. Sweat dripped from Li Yuqing as he stared down at the naked body beneath him. Lan Yu's flat stomach, his slender frame, made the slight bulge from the deep thrusts and filled belly look almost like the curve of pregnancy.

Fucking him ruthlessly, Li Yuqing grabbed Lan Yu's hand and pressed it to his own lower abdomen. Through the thin layer of flesh, Lan Yu could almost feel the relentless thrusts of the cock inside him. His breath hitched, fingers curling as he sobbed, "...You'll ruin me. Pull out."

Li Yuqing licked his teeth. "You're durable, little mother. You won't break."

He taunted maliciously, "Not ruin—pregnant. Little mother, you're going to be fucked full of a bastard."

Lan Yu shook his head, drenched and pliant, all defiance fucked out of him. His voice trembled with tears. "No... I won't carry a bastard."

Li Yuqing slammed in hard, wrenching a scream from Lan Yu. He stroked the sweat-slicked belly. "Little mother, feel it. Isn't your belly swelling?"

Dazed, Lan Yu's trembling fingers brushed his own skin—and it was as if he touched the head of the cock pistoning into him. He shuddered, his cunt spasming in surrender. "N-no... I don't want your child."

Li Yuqing's voice darkened. "Then whose seed do you want to carry?"

"My father's?" He bared his teeth in a grin. "Maybe you should bear his. How else would a man like you survive in the Li household? Maybe Father would dote on his late-born son."

Lan Yu shook his head frantically, resisting desperately, but Li Yuqing pinched his cheeks and said, "What can we do? My father is so old—"

"How about you carry my child instead?" Li Yuqing murmured. "I'll cherish this little brother."

He emphasized the word "brother," as if already envisioning this immoral scene, his breathing growing heavier. Lan Yu's mind also conjured up the horrifying image, and with a whimper, he wrapped his arms around Li Yuqing's neck, pleading, "No... Second Master, I don't want to get pregnant. I won't."

He trembled uncontrollably. Li Yuqing paused, looking down at him, and Lan Yu suddenly pressed his lips to Li Yuqing's. A shudder ran through Li Yuqing's heart, and unable to hold back, he gripped Lan Yu's shoulders and spilled inside him, cursing in ecstasy, "Little whore."

"Fine, no pregnancy. Second Master will take care of you."

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