Feudal Dregs - Chapter 39

Li Yuqing rarely called Lan Yu by his name—always addressing him with the teasing, indecent "little stepmother." But now, the two syllables of "Lan Yu" rolled off his tongue as his eyes fixed on the reddened patch of skin he had rubbed raw, fury burning in his gaze.

Lan Yu winced in pain and tried to slap Li Yuqing's hand away, but the man only tightened his grip. Li Yuqing was strong—Lan Yu felt as though his wrist might shatter under the pressure. His face paled. "Let go of me... What does this have to do with you?"

Li Yuqing didn't budge. Instead, he yanked open Lan Yu's undergarments, sending a few buttons flying and exposing his fair chest. The delicate nipples, once toyed with so carefully by Li Yuqing himself, now bore the marks of another man's teeth. A vein pulsed at Li Yuqing's temple as he sneered, "Nothing to do with me?"

"You've been fucked into this state by some bastard, and you dare say it's none of my business?"

He tore at Lan Yu's clothes, stripping them away. Lan Yu resisted, pushing back fiercely. Pillows tumbled off the bed, blankets slid to the floor. In moments, Lan Yu's top was ripped apart, his trousers halfway down his hips. Furious and humiliated, Lan Yu kicked hard at Li Yuqing's shoulder—only for the man to seize his leg and deliver a sharp slap to his thigh. Lan Yu cried out in pain, one hand still desperately clutching his waistband as he spat, "I let whoever I want fuck me. Who the hell are you to interfere?"

The thin fabric of his undergarments couldn't withstand the struggle between two men. With a sharp tear, the cloth split apart, revealing the bruises on Lan Yu's thighs. Li Yuqing cursed inwardly, reaching out—but Lan Yu tried to kick him again. In response, Li Yuqing unbuckled his belt and swiftly bound Lan Yu's wrists. Both men were panting heavily by now, Li Yuqing looking every bit the cuckolded husband determined to uncover the traces left by another man.

The more he saw, the angrier he became.

Li Yuqing had never left so many marks on Lan Yu—no bruises, no bite marks, no love bites. He forced Lan Yu's thighs apart, and in the dim candlelight, he saw it: the swollen, abused entrance between his legs. Lan Yu's body was naturally tight, the delicate slit usually barely visible. But now, the lips were puffy and flushed, even the little bud at the top peeking out, undeniable proof of how thoroughly he had been played with.

Li Yuqing's glare burned into Lan Yu's exposed flesh, then traveled up to his waist—where more fingerprints marred his skin. Every inch of him screamed that he had been taken, used, just days before.

Lan Yu couldn't break free. His wrists were rubbed raw, his vision darkening from both illness and rage. His thin chest heaved violently, as if he might pass out from sheer fury. Yet the weight of Li Yuqing's gaze was like a blade, sharp enough to flay him alive. Strangely, beneath the fear, a twisted sense of vindictive pleasure surged within Lan Yu. He opened his eyes and met Li Yuqing's stare—cold, defiant. The look sent a ringing through Li Yuqing's skull, and he struck Lan Yu's inner thigh hard, snarling, "You slut."

"You played the chaste virgin when I wanted you, refused to let me fuck you—only to spread your legs for some bastard the moment my back was turned," Li Yuqing growled. "Tell me. Who was it?"

Lan Yu let out a muffled groan, his legs twitching. Then, to Li Yuqing's shock, a smile curled on his lips. "Li Yuqing," he said softly, "why are you so angry? I'm your father's concubine. If we're talking about bastards—you're one too."

The last three words were uttered with an alluring charm Li Yuqing had never seen from Lan Yu before. As he gazed at Lan Yu lying naked before him, his body reacted instantly, fueling his rage even further.

Li Yuqing said in a low voice, "Don't think I don't know—my father hasn't summoned you these past few days at all."

"Who is that bastard?"

Lan Yu smiled sweetly. "Li Er, why are you acting like you're catching me in an affair? You're so angry—it's not like I'm your wife."

Li Yuqing stared coldly at Lan Yu, his mind consumed with thoughts of killing the man who had touched him. Gripping Lan Yu's chin, he said icily, "Don't make me ask a third time."

Tilting his head up, Lan Yu admired the fury in Li Yuqing's eyes, the pain barely registering as he murmured in a lover's whisper, "Want to know? Guess."

Li Yuqing seized Lan Yu by the throat and slammed him onto the bed. Their noses nearly touched, the intimate position at odds with the hostility between them. His mind raced through the men Lan Yu could have encountered—as a concubine, aside from his father, it would only be the household servants. No—Li Yuqing suddenly remembered how Li Mingzheng had intervened at the Guanyin Temple and taken Lan Yu away.

Looking down at Lan Yu, he asked, "Is it Li Mingzheng?"

Lan Yu laughed but neither confirmed nor denied it, his mocking gaze serving as silent confirmation.

Li Mingzheng.

Li Yuqing's expression darkened further. Li Mingzheng was the legitimate heir of the Li family, raised and groomed by their father. Though they were brothers, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate was stark, and Li Mingzheng's perpetually cold demeanor and air of superiority had always grated on Li Yuqing. The two had coexisted peacefully for years, keeping to their own spheres, but Li Yuqing knew Li Mingzheng well—Lan Yu belonged to their father. If not for Lan Yu seducing him, Li Mingzheng would never have overstepped and invited trouble.

Just the thought of Lan Yu resisting him while shamelessly throwing himself at Li Mingzheng made Li Yuqing's blood boil with fury.

Seeing the rage in Li Yuqing's face and feeling the fingers around his throat tighten, cutting off his breath, Lan Yu weakly struck at Li Yuqing's muscular arm, gasping, "L-let go!"

Li Yuqing glared down at him, darkly wishing he could strangle this wanton slut right then. "You whore. What's so great about Li Mingzheng? Did you spread your legs for him yourself?"

Lan Yu's face flushed crimson as he struggled for air, his voice hoarse as he choked out a laugh. "Of course he's great—far better than you."

Slap! Li Yuqing released him only to deliver a vicious backhand that sent Lan Yu sprawling across the bed. Coughing violently, his slender frame trembling, Lan Yu barely registered the sting before Li Yuqing's palm tingled with fleeting regret—quickly drowned out by hatred, fury, and a jealousy he refused to acknowledge. He dragged Lan Yu back by the waist, roughly kneading the faint marks Li Mingzheng had left as if to erase them, then forced his thighs apart and thrust two fingers into his swollen entrance.

Lan Yu kicked out with all his might, but with his legs bound, he stood no chance against the towering Li Yuqing. The man's fingers—long yet rough—plunged inside, ruthlessly scraping against the sensitive, burning walls. Li Yuqing sneered, "Good?"

"Good where?" he gritted his teeth. "Is it because I've been holding back, not fucking you senseless for the sake of your life?"

Li Yuqing pinned Lan Yu down completely, his overwhelming aggression and possessiveness descending like a furious beast. Lan Yu couldn't budge an inch, consumed by rage and despair. As Li Yuqing leaned in to kiss him, Lan Yu bit down hard on his lip, drawing blood. Li Yuqing grunted in pain and lifted his head, meeting Lan Yu's bloodshot eyes.

Lan Yu's hair was disheveled, clinging to his cheeks, his gaze filled with agony and undisguised hatred—sharp as an arrow. "Li Yuqing," he spat, "just kill me."

"Go on, kill me," Lan Yu tilted his chin up, whispering, "If you don't end me, I'll make sure you spend your whole life craving what you can't have, drowning in misery—never knowing peace."

The sheer, unyielding ferocity in Lan Yu's defiance sent a tremor through Li Yuqing's heart. He scoffed, "Fine. Let's see how you plan to make me suffer."

He pinched the swollen little clit beneath him, wrenching a pained gasp from Lan Yu, relishing the moment. "You fucking whore," Li Yuqing growled. "You seduced me, then went and teased Li Mingzheng. Did you think he's any better?"

Images of the two together behind his back flooded his mind. He squeezed the tender bud mercilessly, then slapped the flushed entrance hard—once, twice, again—unleashing his fury. "What are you crying about? You're already ruined from being fucked raw."

"Did Li Mingzheng stretch you out inside too?" Li Yuqing demanded, prying apart the swollen, burning lips and thrusting his fingers deep. His movements were brutal, meant solely to inflict pain. Lan Yu felt no pleasure, only cold sweat beading on his forehead as his legs curled instinctively, only to be forced open again. "No—it hurts! Li Yuqing!"

Darkness edged Lan Yu's vision. When he felt the scorching heat press against his entrance, he instinctively recoiled, shaking his head. "You can't—Li Yuqing—!"

Li Yuqing gripped Lan Yu's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. His fingers traced the marks on Lan Yu's face as he spoke icily, "I wanted to be gentle, but you had to make this difficult. Did you think cozying up to Li Mingzheng would make me let you go?"

"Dream on," Li Yuqing sneered. "Unless I tire of you, your only role is to take my cock."

With that, Lan Yu let out a broken cry as the monstrous length speared into him, splitting the tight, swollen passage. The heat and constriction sent waves of pleasure crashing through Li Yuqing instantly.

"So tight... fuck," Li Yuqing groaned, thrusting his hips. His cock slid out shallowly before plunging back in with brutal force. His voice was hoarse as he growled, "You filthy cunt, you fucking deserve this lesson."

Lan Yu was still ill, utterly unable to endure such rough treatment. It felt as though a searing iron rod had been rammed inside him, stretching and tearing, jolting his organs until they seemed displaced. His hands, bound by the belt, had long gone numb from the friction. His fingers clenched and unclenched weakly before finally slackening, like resilient grass battered by a storm, bending inch by inch until it collapsed.

Li Yuqing was obsessed with this deformed body of his—that lewd hole greedily swallowing his cock, driving men to madness. It had been a while since he last touched Lan Yu, and now that he had a taste, he couldn't restrain himself from devouring him whole. In his fury, he no longer cared about leaving marks on Lan Yu's body. Those small, tempting breasts, the plump and full buttocks—he couldn't get enough.

Li Yuqing had indulged in carnal pleasures early in life. There was no type of beauty, male or female, he hadn't experienced. Yet, like a man possessed, he was fixated on this neither-man-nor-woman Lan Yu—his father's concubine, no less. The intensity of this obsession unsettled even himself, yet beneath that unease lay an inexplicable thrill.

As a child, Li Yuqing had longed for his mother to hold him the way Fifth Concubine cradled Li Ming'an. But all he ever received was her disgusted glare, as if he were something filthy. He wanted to stand by his father's side like Li Mingzheng, but Old Master Li had little time to spare for his children—and for him, because of his mother, his father would only offer perfunctory words.

Gradually, Li Yuqing stopped yearning for such intangible, elusive things.

As an adult, love was something he could demand in abundance, offered to him freely by countless others. Yet it always felt cheap, tasteless. Flowers had their season—gorgeous at first glance, but once plucked and played with, they lost their allure.

Only Lan Yu was different.

Li Yuqing thought perhaps it was because Lan Yu was a hermaphrodite, because he belonged to his father. Stolen goods were always more precious than those freely given.

He wasn't done playing yet.

With practiced ease, Li Yuqing thrust deep into Lan Yu's womb. As he came inside, a wild, vivid thought seized him—to make Lan Yu pregnant with his child.

The idea surged through him, unstoppable. He spilled his seed with abandon, filling Lan Yu to the brim, deliberately overwriting any trace Li Mingzheng might have left behind. But when he looked down at Lan Yu, he found the man's eyes closed, his face deathly pale. His heart lurched, and he pulled out immediately—only to see streaks of blood smeared along his shaft.

"Fuck," Li Yuqing cursed, slapping Lan Yu's cheek lightly. "Lan Yu, Lan Yu..."

After a long moment, Lan Yu stirred weakly, his eyes fluttering open. He stared at Li Yuqing, his voice ragged and hoarse as he whispered, "Li Yuqing... I hate you."

Li Yuqing pressed his lips together, about to speak, when a knock sounded at the door. A young maid's voice called softly, "Concubine Lan, are you awake?"

Frowning, Li Yuqing heard a dull thud—a pillow hitting the floor. Lan Yu had knocked it over in his struggle.

Outside the door, Yin Huan heard the commotion inside and immediately grew anxious, fearing that Lan Yu, weakened by illness, might have fallen while trying to get up. She pushed the door open in a hurry, and as she looked up, the scene on the bed struck her eyes.

Yin Huan froze in place.

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