Feudal Dregs - Chapter 56

After returning to the Li residence, Li Ming'an attended a family banquet where Lan Yu saw him again. The young man had grown more composed, the childishness at his brows and eyes now subdued. Whatever Old Master Li said, he no longer argued back—as if the once-bold and vibrant edges of his personality had been abruptly shattered by unforeseen circumstances.

A tinge of regret arose in Lan Yu's heart. Innocence was like morning dew—beautiful under the first light of dawn, its radiance shifting so exquisitely that one longed to preserve it, yet also to shatter this excessive, undeserved beauty. But when it truly suffered a heavy blow and vanished, it inevitably evoked a sense of sorrow.

Li Ming'an seemed to notice Lan Yu's gaze and looked up at him. Their eyes met, but neither was yet so composed—they both paused for a moment before lowering their eyes.

The Li family banquet was an occasion for the entire household to gather around a single table. The old master of the Li family sat at the head, and only after he spoke and picked up his chopsticks did the others gradually follow suit.

After the banquet, the old master called Li Yuqing to his study for a discussion, with Lan Yu pushing the wheelchair.

Since the old master's paralysis, the thresholds in the house had all been leveled. Lan Yu wheeled him into the study, and Li Yuqing closed the door behind them, leaving only the three of them inside. The incense burner in the study, shaped like an auspicious beast, still emitted a thin wisp of smoke, filling the room with the scent of sandalwood. The wheelchair stopped beside a daybed, and as Lan Yu bent down, the old master wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Watching this, Li Yuqing spoke up, "Ninth Concubine, let me handle it."

He stepped closer with a cheeky grin. "At least give me a chance to show my filial piety, don't you think, Father?"

As he spoke, he reached out and effortlessly half-carried, half-supported the old master onto the daybed. Compared to the frail old man, Li Yuqing was like a young lion in his prime. Though he spoke of filial duty, his gaze roamed shamelessly over the young concubine.

Lan Yu watched him expressionlessly, saying nothing.

Once seated on the bed, the old master shot Li Yuqing a glance. "Who asked for your interference?"

Li Yuqing clicked his tongue. A sandalwood tea table stood on the daybed, and he casually sat on the other side, grinning. "Right, right. You're still strong and healthy, Father—no need for me to meddle."

His peripheral vision lingered on Lan Yu, who had rolled up his sleeves, revealing slender wrists as he prepared tea. His movements were practiced and graceful, his fair skin like jade. Li Yuqing thought to himself that the name "Lan Yu" (Orchid Jade) wasn't misplaced—this little bitch was as pale and delicate as jade, cold and aloof, yet with a fragile vulnerability that made one itch to break him.

But press too hard, and he'd fight back, preferring to shatter like jade rather than remain intact as common tile. How someone from the pleasure quarters had developed such a temperament was beyond him.

Li Yuqing gritted his teeth in frustration, yet couldn't bring himself to truly crush or break him.

After pouring tea for the father and son, Li Yuqing took a sip, savoring the flavor. Ever since he had smashed Lan Yu's pipa, the latter had scarcely spared him a glance, and they hadn't been alone together since. With the business concerning Li Ming'an keeping him occupied, Li Yuqing had been unusually busy. But busy as he was, he had always been a social butterfly with plenty of dubious friends. When he turned down yet another invitation, one of them remarked in surprise, "Li Er, have you turned over a new leaf?"

Li Yuqing paused.

The man laughed. "Where's the Li Er who used to drag us out carousing every night?" He nudged Li Yuqing with his elbow and lowered his voice suggestively. "Don't tell me you've got a new treasure hidden away at home?"

Li Yuqing scoffed. "Piss off. If I were still around, what would be left for you lot?"

His words held some truth—Li Yuqing had always been invincible in the world of pleasure, and he was quite the charmer.

The man said, "It's been so many years, I'm long used to it. I heard Yihong House has a stunning new girl—her waist is softer than a snake's. She's selling her virginity tonight. Wanna go?"

Li Yuqing hesitated for a moment, prompting the playboy to exclaim in surprise, "What's on your mind, Li Er? You're not married either. Don't tell me you're planning to become a monk?"

Not willing to lose face, Li Yuqing shot him a glance and replied, "Second Master lives just fine. Why would I become a monk?"

The playboy pressed, "So, are you going or not?"

Li Yuqing said, "Go. Of course I'm going."

The delicate girl bared her snow-white breasts, their soft glow accentuated by the candlelight. Li Yuqing absentmindedly toyed with her nipples, growing increasingly restless. His grip tightened, making the girl whimper in pain, her eyes welling with tears. He let go abruptly, lifting the flimsy skirt to reveal her bare lower half—completely naked. Peering further, he saw the vivid, living flesh of a woman's sex.

Normal. Unlike Lan Yu, who hung with that deformed penis, only hardening when teased into arousal. The faster and rougher the thrusts, the stiffer it became, pitifully spurting seed as it trembled with each movement, unbearably obscene.

"...Second Master?" The girl, noticing Li Yuqing staring at her lower body without moving, called out shyly, her voice low.

Li Yuqing snapped back to reality, inexplicably feeling as if his climax had been interrupted. His rigid cock strained against his trousers—he had gotten this hard just thinking about Lan Yu's deformed body. Annoyed, he roughly fingered the girl's hole, but no matter what he did, it felt wrong. He withdrew his hand, tossed a few gold leaves at her, and said, "Get out. Bring me a boy."

The girl froze, humiliation flushing her eyes red. But seeing Li Yuqing's cold, detached expression, she dared not protest. Gathering the gold leaves from her chest, she murmured an acknowledgment and slowly climbed off the bed.

When the boy arrived, Li Yuqing watched as he stripped, his damp, quivering anus exposed. Yet even then, he remained unsatisfied.

There was no cunt.

A wave of irritation surged through Li Yuqing. His gaze fell on the boy's face—youthful, likely chosen to match his usual tastes, obedient and pleasing. But meeting his eyes only deepened the sense of wrongness. Li Yuqing flipped him over, forcing him onto his hands and knees, bare ass raised. He delivered two sharp slaps, leaving bright red handprints and eliciting a startled yelp. "Shut up," Li Yuqing said coldly. "Spread your whore hole."

Though a seasoned patron of pleasure houses, tonight nothing felt right. Even after sating his lust, an emptiness lingered, as if something crucial was missing. It reminded him of childhood envy—coveting the clothes Zhao Shi sewed for Li Ming'an—yet it was fiercer, more consuming, gnawing at him like an addict deprived of his fix.

Now, as he looked at Lan Yu and drank the tea he had brewed, Li Yuqing felt his temper settle, and his cock stirred beneath his robes.

Old Master Li remained completely unaware that his own son was getting hard at the thought of his beloved Ninth Concubine. Li Yuqing idly rubbed the teacup, as if trying to capture the lingering warmth of Lan Yu's touch, grinding his fingertips against the porcelain while distractedly responding to his father's words.

Their conversation revolved around Li Ming'an's imprisonment.

Originally, Li Ming'an was only supposed to be detained for a few days before being released, but someone had intervened, clearly using him as a means to suppress the Li family. The Li family had risen too quickly—already a prominent northern merchant clan, Li Yuqing had now also gained influence in the Beiyang government, securing a military position. Such success inevitably bred envy.

"Tall trees catch much wind," Old Master Li sighed, warning his son, "Keep a low profile these days. Don't draw too much attention."

Li Yuqing gave a perfunctory agreement. He was bold, but not a fool—every move he made was calculated, and he certainly wouldn't be reckless enough to hand his enemies an advantage at such a critical moment.

Old Master Li grew tired and dismissed him.

Li Yuqing didn't linger. He drained his teacup in one gulp, cast another glance at Lan Yu, and then stood to leave.

As he closed the door behind him, he saw his father say something to Lan Yu, who knelt obediently before the old man, removing his shoes. Old Master Li leaned on the table, looking down at Lan Yu with his paralyzed legs motionless, then reached out to pinch Lan Yu's earlobe.

Li Yuqing's eyes fixed on those fingers, finding them unbearably irritating. But as he watched Lan Yu tilt his head back, he couldn't help but curse inwardly—Little whore.

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