Feudal Dregs - Chapter 47

Li Yuqing's tone was calm, but those who knew him well understood that the calmer he appeared, the closer he was to madness. His words were measured, yet his rough fingers gently stroked Lan Yu's cheek. Li Yuqing told himself that he was only obsessed with Lan Yu's body.

It was better that he wasn't obedient.

A wild horse that refused to be tamed could have its spine broken with a whip, its spirit crushed until it knelt in submission.

What worked for horses worked just as well for people.

It wasn't as if he wanted Lan Yu to love him. He had seen countless beauties, but now that he had found one who stood out, he was determined to keep playing with him until he grew bored. That was all there was to it—nothing special.

Yet, despite this reasoning, Li Yuqing still felt an inexplicable emptiness, like when he was a child and saw Lady Zhao sewing new clothes for Li Ming'an. He had waited by his mother's window for half a day, only for a servant to shut it in his face. Later, he had ordered twenty new outfits made for himself—each one finer, newer, and more beautiful than Li Ming'an's. Wearing them should have filled him with triumph, but instead, he always felt like something was missing.

Unable to resist, Li Yuqing rubbed his thumb over Lan Yu's lips—soft and pliant, nothing like the sharp, icy words they spat out. Lan Yu stared back coldly before suddenly biting down hard, hatred driving him to clamp down as if he wanted to sever the finger.

Li Yuqing gripped Lan Yu's jaw, forcing his fingers deeper into his mouth, twisting and playing with his tongue. "Little whore," he sneered. "You're all defiance with me. Do you act like this with Eldest Master too, huh?"

Venting his anger, he treated Lan Yu's mouth like just another hole, blood and saliva spilling from the corners of his lips. The sight excited Li Yuqing. He pulled his fingers out, barely glancing at the blood before smearing it across Lan Yu's mouth. Lan Yu spat out the blood and rasped, "Beast."

Li Yuqing patted his cheek indifferently. "Go on, little concubine. Curse me some more."

He took his time tormenting Lan Yu, slowly stripping off his undergarments while leaving his robe on, exposing only his bare lower half. The silver bell tied around Lan Yu's ankle came into full view—pale skin, slender and elegant, the delicate red-corded silver bell exuding an unspoken sensuality.

Li Yuqing flicked the bell. "Did my father put this on you?"

Lan Yu lifted his chin, meeting his gaze before suddenly smiling. Softly, he said, "No."

Li Yuqing's expression darkened as he reconsidered the situation. Lan Yu slowly said, "Your brother put this on me," shaking the anklet in front of Li Yuqing with a smile. "Does it look good?"

"You little whore!" Li Yuqing cursed, gripping the ankle roughly to tear it off. His movements were violent, causing Lan Yu to cry out in pain and kick at his chest. "Li Yuqing!"

With every movement, the anklet's bells jingled—the more he struggled, the more frantic the ringing became. The sound stoked Li Yuqing's anger, hardening his cock. He flipped up Lan Yu's clothes and slapped his ass hard.

Though Lan Yu was slender, his buttocks were plump like ripe peaches, firm and full. The sight made Li Yuqing's blood run hot. He turned Lan Yu over, revealing pale, trembling flesh like snowdrifts.

Lan Yu couldn't suppress a cry as Li Yuqing struck him twice more, leaving bright red handprints. "Such a slutty ass," Li Yuqing muttered.

"Little concubine, did my father like fucking you here?" The entrance between his cheeks was a tender pink. Li Yuqing slid a finger in effortlessly, then mused aloud, "No, he wouldn't. He only liked women."

"Did my father ever fuck you here?" Li Yuqing demanded.

Lan Yu knew there was no escape today. His tight hole reluctantly swallowed Li Yuqing's finger, the intrusion uncomfortable. Gritting his teeth, he deliberately provoked, "I'm your father's plaything. There's nowhere he hasn't touched. His skills far surpass yours."

"Is that so?" Li Yuqing feigned regret.

The next moment, he pressed his thick, burning cock against the barely stretched entrance. "If my father's already ruined you, I might as well just shove in."

With that, he pushed forward. Li Yuqing's member was like a donkey's—thick and slightly curved—far too much for such a small hole. Lan Yu trembled violently. If Li Yuqing forced his way in, blood would surely follow. He struggled desperately, face pale. "No... Li Yuqing, you can't do this!"

Remembering past experiences, Lan Yu fought harder, the belt cutting into his wrists. Li Yuqing pinned his writhing back and bit his ear, panting, "Why do you insist on provoking me?"

"Does this make you happy?" Li Yuqing glimpsed the reddened wrists, then untied the belt and tossed it aside. Freed, Lan Yu scrambled away, but Li Yuqing caught him easily. Tall and broad-shouldered, he enveloped Lan Yu completely, an inexplicable thrill rushing through him. His breath grew ragged as he licked the sweat from Lan Yu's ear and neck, fingers working the tight hole. "You little bitch, daring to act so high and mighty with me."

He bit down on Lan Yu's ear while adding two more fingers inside him. Lan Yu gasped in pain and said, "You're being overbearing, bullying and humiliating me. If I still smiled at you, wouldn't that make me born servile?"

Li Yuqing mocked, "Didn't my father bully you? Humiliate you? Don't think Li Mingzheng is any better. As for the third brother," he sneered, "he's just a useless waste who can't help you, only drag you down."

Well-versed in the ways of pleasure, Li Yuqing quickly discerned Lan Yu's inexperience from just a few moments of fingering. Of course—his father didn't favor men. His throat went dry as he soon found Lan Yu's sensitive spots, reducing him to weak-kneed submission, though his mouth remained defiant. Unable to hold back any longer, Li Yuqing gripped his buttocks and thrust into that tight passage. Unaccustomed to such intrusion, Lan Yu's body ached from the stretching as he panted, "So what if they're flawed? Anyone would be thousands times better than you, Second Master Li—ah!"

His retort was cut short by a brutal thrust. Watching that slender waist curve and tremble, Li Yuqing pinned Lan Yu's hands behind his back and rode him mercilessly like a stallion, driving into him with furious urgency, as if trying to drown Lan Yu's sharp words in waves of pleasure. He growled in Lan Yu's ear, "Ungrateful little whore."

Perhaps naturally suited for such acts, Lan Yu's passage gradually softened after several thrusts, obediently milking the invading member. Sweat beaded on Li Yuqing's forehead as he hammered against that sensitive spot—had it not been for the pillow beneath Lan Yu's hips, he might have melted completely into the bed. This wasn't his first time being taken this way—the old master had done so before his paralysis—but as a lover of women, such experiences were rare, never before with such overwhelming intensity. His rear passage seemed thoroughly broken in now, clinging desperately to the invading flesh while leaking fluids. Lan Yu loathed his body's wanton betrayal even as his mind succumbed to the raw pleasure, his neglected front hardening in response.

Li Yuqing intertwined their sweaty fingers, rasping, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Biting his lip to suppress moans, Lan Yu offered no reply. Undeterred, Li Yuqing angled his thrusts to hit that sweet spot while exploring Lan Yu's slick folds with rough, calloused fingers that threatened to undo him completely. Dazed with pleasure, Lan Yu trembled like a puppet suspended mid-air by the relentless penetration.

Tears gathered at the corners of Lan Yu's reddened eyes as he finally reached for his own neglected arousal, but years of relying on others for satisfaction left his own touch frustratingly inadequate.

The bed held two bodies glistening with sweat, pressed tightly together. Li Yuqing had toyed with that swollen bud until the woman's passage couldn't withstand the lewd stimulation, gushing fluids that splashed onto his hand—instantly reminding him of the pleasure when his member plunged into that wet heat. With a low groan, he couldn't resist sinking his teeth into Lan Yu's nape, drawing out a muffled whimper mixed with short, restrained pants.

The loss of control drove Li Yuqing wild. He pinned Lan Yu down, thrusting deep and hard, each stroke reaching the very core, his balls slapping against pliant flesh with obscene wet sounds.

As he neared his climax, Li Yuqing pushed two fingers into the thoroughly soaked passage, his voice rough as he asked, "Do you want it?" Lan Yu had already spilled from his own arousal, his entrance weakly clenching around those invading digits, aching and itching inside. The deep, husky voice sent a shiver through him, his ears tingling as another rush of slickness dripped from his core.

Li Yuqing chuckled darkly, withdrawing his cock only to tease the swollen lips, rubbing until they flushed red. "Little concubine, do you want it?"

Helplessly, Lan Yu tightened around nothing, hips lifting instinctively to take that scorching length, the jingling of bells at his ears setting his blood aflame. The sight of him so wanton made Li Yuqing's eyes burn. He sheathed himself fully in one brutal thrust, a curse tumbling from his lips. Lan Yu came instantly, the sudden clench dragging Li Yuqing over the edge as well, spilling deep inside with shuddering release.

Once wasn't nearly enough. Li Yuqing hauled Lan Yu against the headboard, muscular arms locking around his waist as he pistoned up into that dripping heat with relentless force.

Dazed from the relentless pounding, Lan Yu slumped bonelessly against him, lips parted and glistening—an open invitation. Li Yuqing couldn't resist. Before him, Lan Yu was temptation incarnate.

It defied all reason.

Still, Li Yuqing restrained himself. Lan Yu was, after all, his father's concubine. He avoided leaving marks where they'd be seen, no matter how overwhelming the urge. Instead, he worried the skin at Lan Yu's nape with teeth and tongue, biting down again and again.

His palm traced the angry welt across Lan Yu's back—a lash from his belt, struck in a fit of rage. At the touch, Lan Yu trembled, as if in pain, yet his passage clenched desperately around Li Yuqing's cock, his breaths hitching with stifled sobs.

Panting harshly, desire etched into every line of his face, Li Yuqing pulled out just to press a kiss to that scarred flesh, tongue lapping gently, sucking away beads of sweat with unconscious reverence. Lan Yu's legs had gone weak; Li Yuqing kneaded the soft flesh of his thighs, gaze dropping to the silver anklet—Li Mingzheng's possession.

Yet Lan Yu had worn it for days now, flaunting it openly through the Li estate, enduring the matriarch's scolding without complaint.

The sight twisted something inside Li Yuqing. He tore the bracelet free, crushing the delicate metal in his fist before tossing it aside like trash.

They tangled in bed for hours, Li Yuqing burying himself over and over in Lan Yu's yielding heat until the younger man was limp and soaked through, dark hair clinging to flushed cheeks, his beauty breathtaking in its debauched glory.

Li Yuqing repeatedly pushed past the soft cervical opening, his penis invading that passionate, damp, and intoxicating paradise. The pleasure of lust burned through his mind, and in his daze, an indescribable emotion welled up in his scorching chest—an urge to devour Lan Yu bite by bite, to make this person belong to him forever.

He came inside Lan Yu, yet his hardness showed no sign of softening. The rush of semen provoked Lan Yu's own release, his body trembling with oversensitivity, every inch of him weak and pliant. Suddenly, another scalding, forceful surge shot deep into his womb, striking the sensitive walls.

Lan Yu sobbed and cried out, his neck arching helplessly, only to be met with a desperate, feverish kiss—lips and tongue working hungrily, as if no amount of tasting would ever be enough.

That bastard Li Yuqing had pissed inside him.

After the fierce coupling, their naked bodies clung together, their discarded clothes strewn haphazardly across the bed and floor. Li Yuqing had never felt such satiation before, like a beast that had smoothed down its sleek fur. He pressed kisses to Lan Yu's shoulder, neck, and cheek, one after another.

After a long while, Lan Yu regained his senses. He pushed himself up, and Li Yuqing, missing his lips, sat up as well—only to be met with a sharp slap across the face.

The crisp sound echoed in the room.

Li Yuqing's expression darkened instantly, his eyes locking onto Lan Yu—only to see his reddened eyes, lips pressed tightly together as if enduring unbearable humiliation. The moment Lan Yu moved, fluid trickled out from between his legs.

At once, Li Yuqing's anger faded. He ran his tongue over the inside of his stinging cheek. Lan Yu said nothing, climbing off the bed naked, his legs trembling as he went to pick up the pipa.

Finally, Li Yuqing's gaze landed on the old instrument.

It was broken.

Lan Yu hesitated before reaching for it, then turned away to clean himself first, hastily pulling on fresh clothes as if to cover his shame. Only after wiping his hands did he finally pick up the shattered pipa.

Li Yuqing understood now—this pipa meant something irreplaceable to Lan Yu.

Annoyed, he lit a cigarette and took a slow drag. Lan Yu ignored him entirely, gently brushing the dust off the instrument with careful fingers.

Being cold-shouldered irritated Li Yuqing, but he refused to back down. "It's just an old pipa," he said. "Do you really think I can't replace it for you? I'll get you a new one."

Lan Yu shot him a frigid glare. "Get out."

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