Feudal Dregs - Chapter 58

Li Ming'an didn't know how he'd ended up in Lan Yu's courtyard.

He truly thought he had gone mad, knocking on the door of his father's concubine in the dead of night—even if this concubine was a man, it was utterly improper. Yet Li Ming'an simply wanted to see Lan Yu. Restless and unsettled all day, or rather, ever since his release from prison, he had scarcely known a peaceful night's sleep. His mind was in turmoil, his entire life seemingly thrown into disarray by that stint behind bars. These were things he couldn't confide in his mother, nor did he know who else to turn to. Bottled up day after day, confined within the walls of this grand estate, he felt as though he was becoming a different Li Ming'an altogether.

As if guided by some unseen force, Li Ming'an found himself standing in Lan Yu's courtyard. To his surprise, a candle's glow flickered inside, its warm amber light seeping through the paper window, casting an inexplicable sense of comfort in the deep night—stirring an indescribable thrill in Li Ming'an's chest.

Lan Yu was still awake.

The coincidence sent Li Ming'an's heart fluttering wildly, caught between joy and sorrow.

His palms already slick with sweat, Li Ming'an dug his nails into his own flesh and stared fixedly at the door for a long moment before finally rapping lightly on the closed panel. "Lan Yu, are you asleep?" he called out softly.

The moment the words left his lips, Li Ming'an's heart leapt into his throat, thick with apprehension.

Inside the room, Li Yuqing froze mid-motion, his expression turning peculiar. Lan Yu, still lost in the throes of climax, vaguely thought he heard someone call his name—or perhaps he hadn't. Neither of them made a sound.

When no response came from beyond the door, Li Ming'an stammered hesitantly, "Lan Yu... it's me, Li Ming'an."

This time, Li Yuqing heard it clearly—and so did Lan Yu. The latter stiffened in shock, his damp lashes still glistening, his body instinctively tensing. The tight heat around Li Yuqing's cock clenched involuntarily, drawing muffled groans from both men. Li Yuqing's eyes darkened as he glared down at Lan Yu, a sharp chill flashing through his peach-blossom gaze. He gripped Lan Yu's jaw roughly and growled, "You little whore. Since when have you been fucking around with Third Brother behind my back?"

Forced to meet Li Yuqing's gaze, Lan Yu frowned slightly. His eyes darted toward the door—unlatched—and a wave of uncontrollable tension seized him. The more anxious he grew, the tighter his body clenched around Li Yuqing, whose temple twitched violently in response. Gripping Lan Yu's hips, Li Yuqing thrust up hard several times, drawing a frantic gasp as Lan Yu clutched at his arm. "Stop—" Lan Yu pleaded.

Li Yuqing sneered down at him. "What? Afraid Third Brother will find out you're getting railed by me?"

"Don't be absurd," Lan Yu hissed under his breath.

"Absurd?" Li Yuqing retorted. "What the hell does Third Brother want with you in the middle of the night?"

The mere thought of Lan Yu and Li Ming'an carrying on behind his back drove Li Yuqing to the brink of fury, his face twisting into something terrifying. Lan Yu was well aware of Li Ming'an's feelings, but he never expected the younger man to show up so abruptly, crossing all boundaries. Seeing Li Yuqing's aggressive, enraged demeanor only stoked his own irritation. "How should I know?" Lan Yu muttered through gritted teeth.

Li Yuqing let out a derisive laugh, leaning down to glare into Lan Yu's eyes. "Did I interrupt your little midnight tryst?"

Fed up, Lan Yu shot back coldly, "What if I said yes? Should Second Master take his leave then?"

The two were locked in a tense standoff when Li Ming'an hesitated outside the door. After waiting for a while with only the dim candlelight visible and no response from Lan Yu, he thought, "Could he already be asleep..." A flicker of disappointment crossed his mind. Just as he was about to leave, a soft voice came from inside—it was Lan Yu saying, "...I've already retired for the night. Whatever you have to say, we can talk tomorrow."

That voice was hoarse and strange, the words broken as if squeezed out between gasps, carrying a soft hint of spring and mingled with a suppressed, restrained moan. It inexplicably reminded Li Ming'an of the cats in heat at the Li residence at night.

The thought startled him, his ears burning red as he stared blankly at the door. He should leave, yet for some reason, he didn't want to. Li Ming'an licked his dry lips and spoke up, "Lan Yu—are you sick?"

Hearing this, Li Yuqing sneered, looking down at Lan Yu, whose eyes were damp from being fucked. He pinched the flushed little bud between Lan Yu's legs, making him unsure whether to clench his thighs or spread them wider. The slick between his thighs only grew wetter. Unable to resist, Li Yuqing thrust his cock back into that soft, soaked hole, driving deep until his balls slapped against Lan Yu's skin with a lewd, muffled sound. Coldly, he remarked, "Of course he's sick. He's got a whorish disease—can't survive without taking cock."

Lan Yu was caught between pain and pleasure, barely holding back his cries. But seeing the shadow of the figure outside the door, he dug his fingers into Li Yuqing's back, leaving bright red scratches. Catching his breath, he managed to say, "I'm fine—you should go back first...” Before he could finish, he bit his lip—Li Yuqing, that bastard, had wedged his cock right against his cervix. The thick head ground mercilessly against the tight little slit, making his legs tremble and weaken.

Li Ming'an responded with a disappointed murmur. He stared at the closed door, adjusting his glasses as if to hide his unease. He didn't know what to say, yet he couldn't bring himself to leave. "I don't have anything else to do..." His heart pounded wildly—perhaps the night made people reckless. The suppressed emotions surged violently in his chest, his face flushing as the words spilled out, "I just... I just wanted to see you."

Inside the room, Li Yuqing's expression darkened instantly.

Realizing he had spoken out of turn, Li Ming'an pressed his lips together, afraid of frightening Lan Yu. He hurriedly added, "I don't mean anything by it, Lan Yu... don't be scared." Unconsciously, he pressed a hand against the door, as if trying to reach through it and touch the person he was too embarrassed to even look at for too long. Softly, he murmured, "I know this is sudden, and it's not good for you. You don't have to take it to heart. When morning comes, you can forget all of this."

"Lan Yu," Li Ming'an's voice carried a touch of melancholy, "Today, my father suddenly told me he plans to send me to study in Japan. In the past, I would've been thrilled, but now..."

Li Ming'an's voice reached Lan Yu's ears as if from a great distance, muffled by a thick fog, unreal and indistinct. The cock inside him stilled—just when the pleasure had been at its peak, the abrupt stop was nothing short of torture. Torn between concern for Li Ming'an outside and the unbearable teasing from Li Yuqing, Lan Yu's breath grew ragged as desire and reason warred in his mind.

Li Yuqing watched him coldly, irritation gnawing at him. He gripped Lan Yu's chin and hissed, "Not going to listen to Third Young Master's confession? You must be thrilled, seeing how deeply infatuated he is with you."

His voice was low and vicious. Lan Yu blinked, dazed, staring at Li Yuqing for a long moment before finally rasping, "Li Yuqing, why are you angry that he likes me?"

Li Yuqing's breath hitched. He glared at Lan Yu, silent.

Lan Yu looked at him, the corners of his eyes flushed red—a pair of amorous, affectionate eyes that Li Yuqing found himself lost in, yet also inexplicably irritated by. Lan Yu suddenly smiled and said, "Li Ming'an likes me, and naturally, I'm happy. The third young master is innocent, pure, gentle, and well-mannered—“

He raised his head, leaning in close as if to kiss Li Yuqing's lips.

Li Yuqing paused, only to hear Lan Yu whisper in his ear, "I like him too."

Bang—the sound of a pillow hitting the floor echoed from the room, startling Li Ming'an to his feet. He stood there, flustered and worried. "Lan Yu..."

Afraid Lan Yu might be angry, he didn't dare act rashly.

"Lan Yu, what's wrong?" Li Ming'an asked, hearing muffled noises from inside, faintly mixed with weak moans. His heart pounded as he knocked on the door. "Lan Yu, are you alright?"

No answer came from within.

Li Ming'an stared at the tightly shut door, hesitating for a moment before pushing it open with force—unexpectedly, it gave way.

In the next instant, the third young master witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

His second brother was pressing down on the ninth concubine, both of them stark naked. Half of Lan Yu's body hung off the bed, his slender neck gripped tightly in Li Yuqing's hand. Lan Yu's face was flushed, his damp hair clinging to his cheeks. One pale arm dangled over the edge of the bed, fingers slightly splayed as if desperately pleading for help.

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