Feudal Dregs - Chapter 34

The candle flame flickered dimly. A small moth circled the light a few times before plunging into the wick, its wings flaring into a tiny fireball before it was reduced to ashes, falling onto the candlestick.

A sweat-slicked hand gripped the jujube wood headboard as the body behind thrust forward, forcing the upper half to collapse weakly against the plain white bed curtains. A flushed face pressed into the fabric, lips parted and damp, exhaling shallow, trembling breaths.

Li Mingzheng gripped Lan Yu's waist and dragged him back, his swollen length driving in again. Lan Yu shuddered, his cock spurting thin streams of release. When he came, his cunt clenched tight—so tight that the veins on Li Mingzheng's hand bulged as his fingers dug into Lan Yu's hips, leaving bruises. Unable to resist, he bit down on the nape of Lan Yu's neck.

Their naked bodies pressed flush together. Lan Yu had no strength left, his back resting against Li Mingzheng's chest, the headboard before him, and those long, powerful arms caging him on either side—nowhere to escape. Tonight, he had been unusually quiet. Even when fucked hard, he only let out a few stifled whimpers.

When Li Mingzheng had arrived earlier, he found Lan Yu asleep in the rattan chair. It had been days since they last met, and in that short time, Lan Yu seemed to have grown more despondent, his brows furrowed even in restless sleep.

Around Li Mingzheng, Lan Yu had always exuded a seductive charm, never hesitating to voice his affections. But Li Mingzheng knew—out of ten words Lan Yu spoke, perhaps not even one was true.

Yet the two of them had still become entangled.

Li Mingzheng watched him silently for a long moment before pinching Lan Yu's chin and bending down to kiss him. Lan Yu resisted, lips sealed tight, but when Li Mingzheng tightened his grip, pain forced his mouth open.

Lan Yu woke up.

Their gazes locked, Li Mingzheng's expression calm as he stared fixedly at Lan Yu. Only then did Lan Yu startle awake from his dream, his chest heaving for several moments. Seeing Li Mingzheng before him, for an instant he couldn't tell whether it was still a dream or reality. It wasn't until Li Mingzheng kissed him again and began undoing his clothes that Lan Yu truly woke up. Pushing against Li Mingzheng, he said he didn't want to do it today, but Li Mingzheng remained unmoved, pinning Lan Yu's hands and saying, "Take it."

Lan Yu stubbornly refused to submit. His temper was obstinate, and his heart was filled with inexplicable irritation—somehow, every member of the Li family made him feel as if needles were pricking his entire body. How much more so when Li Mingzheng forced himself upon him like this. Lan Yu had always been docile in front of Li Mingzheng, but his sudden defiance provoked the deep-seated ferocity hidden within Li Mingzheng's bones.

Li Mingzheng was the eldest young master of the Li family, the legitimate heir. His nature was cold, and he had always been unyielding—no one dared to disobey him.

Lan Yu's resistance caused the rattan chair to creak under the strain until, finally, an impatient Li Mingzheng covered his mouth and threw him onto the bed. Lan Yu kicked wildly, but Li Mingzheng silenced him directly, pressing him down forcefully for a bout of lovemaking. Li Mingzheng's movements were unrelenting, his thrusts deep, gradually forcing open the body that resisted him. Slowly, Lan Yu softened beneath him. Li Mingzheng gazed at Lan Yu's slender back, then propped himself up and turned Lan Yu over so they faced each other.

Lan Yu's hair was disheveled, his face flushed with desire as he bit his lip, glaring at Li Mingzheng as if he had become his sworn enemy. Li Mingzheng disliked that look in his eyes and thrust sharply, asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lan Yu gasped, the sharp edge of his defiance blunted as moisture welled in his eyes. Li Mingzheng reached out to touch his face, but Lan Yu suddenly bit down on his palm—hard and deep. Li Mingzheng merely narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining motionless as he let him bite.

Before long, the taste of blood filled Lan Yu's mouth. He released Li Mingzheng's hand and spat, "Li Mingzheng, you bastard." Unfazed, Li Mingzheng smeared the blood from his palm across Lan Yu's cheek and said coolly, "What's all this fuss about?"

Lan Yu turned his face away. "I told you, I don't want to do it today."

Li Mingzheng replied, "That's not up to you."

Lan Yu glared at him mockingly. "Even prostitutes in brothels get a day or two off."

Li Mingzheng countered, "Are you a prostitute?"

A cold indifference settled over Lan Yu. "Aren't I?" His voice was sharp and icy. "Fucked by the old man, then taken by the young one—am I not the Li family's whore?"

Li Mingzheng studied him and said slowly, "Don't forget—you were the one who seduced me."

Lan Yu's eyes reddened instantly. Li Mingzheng continued, "Lan Yu, this is the path you chose for yourself."

After a long silence, Lan Yu muttered, "Li Mingzheng, you're truly detestable."

Li Mingzheng replied, "Little concubine, are you done?"

"If you're done, then be a good whore for me."

Li Mingzheng was not a tender man. Pinning Lan Yu beneath him, he took him through several positions, their overwhelming lust weaving a cocoon that tightly bound them together. Lan Yu felt like driftwood tossed in a sea of carnal desire, his soul floating in and out of his body. In those moments, the Li family, the concubines—all became distant. Only the scorching body embracing him felt real, and the cock buried deep inside him pulsed with life.

By the time the candle had burned halfway, their passion finally subsided. Drenched in sweat, Lan Yu still lay on Li Mingzheng's arm, his softening length still nestled inside.

Too exhausted to move, Lan Yu's bones felt melted, his body limp, drowsiness pulling at him.

Then Li Mingzheng suddenly asked, "Who sent that pipa?"

He was referring to the rosewood pipa left by Li Ming'an. After he left, Lan Yu hadn't bothered to put away the brocade case, leaving it openly displayed on the table. The elegant box even held a sprig of early osmanthus, its pale yellow blossoms exuding a delicate, youthful charm.

In the vast Li mansion, only Fifth Concubine Zhao favored osmanthus. The flowers bloomed late in Beijing, but the two early-flowering osmanthus trees in her courtyard had been a gift from Old Master Li—brought all the way from Jiangnan the year she gave birth to Li Ming'an.

Lan Yu slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the pipa on the table. "Guess," he said.

Li Mingzheng remained silent.

Unable to suppress the rising urge for retaliation, Lan Yu shifted, causing Li Mingzheng's softening cock to slip out, dragging a mess of fluids with it. Lan Yu looked at him, his fox-like eyes sharp and mocking, a lazy, delighted smile curling his lips. "Isn't it amusing? None of you Li men look alike, yet your tastes run in the same vein."

Li Mingzheng regarded him coolly. "Be careful not to burn yourself."

"I'm not afraid," Lan Yu said.

"Let it burn. Better yet, let it consume me—or I'll drag all of you down with me." He sighed, gazing at Li Mingzheng with tender affection. "But what can I do, my young master? You're still my favorite."

In the distance, the night watchman's clapper sounded, marking the third watch.

The night had deepened.

Then, a terrified shriek tore through the silence, shattering the mansion's tranquility like an owl's cry rending the dark.

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