Feudal Dregs - Chapter 59

A lone candle flickered dimly in the room, casting a sultry, illicit glow over the incestuous debauchery unfolding on the bed. Li Ming'an froze, his mind blank in that instant.

When he finally regained his senses, he met Li Yuqing's icy, savage gaze—eyes filled with fury and desire. The man gave him a chilling glance before lowering his eyes back to Lan Yu beneath him.

Lan Yu lay under him, his throat still trapped in Li Yuqing's grasp. The grip was so tight he could barely breathe, one hand feebly trying to pry away Li Yuqing's powerful arm. Unfazed, Li Yuqing yanked the quilt over Lan Yu's exposed body, the cock buried inside him ruthlessly thrusting past the convulsing walls and slamming deep into his womb.

Slick fluids gushed out, drenching the thick, engorged shaft. The pleasure made Li Yuqing's abdomen tense, veins bulging on the back of his hand. His hatred mingled with intoxicating lust, stoking his desire until he nearly wanted to devour Lan Yu alive right in front of Li Ming'an.

This little whore.

Li Yuqing's rationality teetered on the edge as he coldly watched Lan Yu gasp soundlessly, his soft red tongue faintly visible. With a few more brutal thrusts, the two who seemed intent on destroying each other reached their climax.

For Lan Yu, everything went white in an instant—his very soul seemed to leave his body. His neck arched like a dying crane, fingers clenching and then going limp, his entire face flushed with the haze of pleasure.

Li Ming'an stood there, stunned. Though inexperienced in matters of passion, he was still a man. The sight of the half-covered quilt and the expressions on their faces made him take an involuntary step back, his face cycling through shades of red, white, and green. His fists clenched. "You—“

He couldn't finish. The shock was too overwhelming.

Li Yuqing... his second brother, and Lan Yu—how could they—? Lan Yu was their father's concubine, their stepmother.

Li Ming'an was so shocked that it took him a long moment to regain his senses. His feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move even half a step. His gaze slowly fell upon Lan Yu—his bare, pale shoulders exposed, faint bite marks and love bites visible, and further down, a thin blanket haphazardly covering his waist. His two pale legs, bent at the knees, seemed to lose strength and slowly slid apart.

Li Ming'an's heart trembled.

Then, he heard Lan Yu's hoarse, weak voice say, "Don't look... Get out, get out!"

As if waking from a dream, Li Ming'an instinctively turned his face away. But remembering something, he glared furiously at Li Yuqing and said, "Li Yuqing, you—“

Li Yuqing had spilled himself deep inside Lan Yu but still hadn't moved off him, his posture domineering and arrogant. He looked coldly at Li Ming'an and said, "What about me?"

Li Ming'an shouted angrily, "How could you do this to Lan Yu?"

Li Yuqing smirked. He gripped Lan Yu's chin, forcing him to face Li Ming'an, and said, "Why shouldn't I? Stepmother here loves it—still clenching around me right now, isn't that right, Stepmother?"

His words were crude, and right in front of Li Ming'an, he thrust his hips into Lan Yu a few times. The bedding shifted, accompanied by the obscene sound of wetness, and Lan Yu let out stifled gasps. Li Ming'an's eyes reddened with fury, and he nearly rushed forward to drag Li Yuqing off the bed, his voice trembling with shame and anger, "Let go of Lan Yu!"

Li Yuqing's expression darkened. He stared at Li Ming'an impassively and said, "Li Ming'an, get out."

Li Ming'an snapped, "Do you even realize what you're doing?"

Li Yuqing scoffed. "How righteous of you. Instead of asking me, why don't you ask yourself—do you know what you're doing?"

Li Ming'an froze. Then, Li Yuqing grabbed Lan Yu by the nape and forced him to look at Li Ming'an. "You think he's some innocent? Look at him—watching me fuck him, and he's still hard."

Lan Yu's lashes fluttered slightly as his eyes met Li Ming'an's. Only then did Li Ming'an realize with horror that the sight of Lan Yu in such a state had stirred him—his own half-hard length straining against his trousers. Shame and unease washed over him, his face paling as he could barely meet Lan Yu's gaze.

Lan Yu seemed to snap out of a daze. Suddenly, he struggled violently in Li Yuqing's grip, managing to crawl out from under him. He frantically clutched the blanket to cover his body, marred with marks of desire, his voice shaking. "Get out... all of you, get out!"

His voice was thick with pain, nearly breaking into a sob.

Li Yuqing looked at the tear tracks on Lan Yu's face, but instead of satisfaction, he felt as if his heart had been viciously squeezed. He flexed his fingers, completely unbothered by his nakedness in front of Li Ming'an. He even wiped the fluids from his cock with a handkerchief before pulling on the discarded dress pants. Just as he was buttoning his shirt, a rush of wind came from behind—Li Ming'an, eyes bloodshot, lunged at him with a furious punch.

All three Li brothers had learned martial arts in their youth, but Li Yuqing was the most naturally skilled and ruthless. He caught Li Ming'an's wrist mid-swing, twisted it, and drove a counterblow straight into the younger man's chest.

Li Ming'an staggered back a couple of steps, his eyes bloodshot like a frenzied beast, before charging recklessly at Li Yuqing again. The two tangled in a vicious brawl.

Li Yuqing had been simmering with rage, and now Li Ming'an, oblivious to the danger, was foolishly trying to play the hero for Lan Yu—as if their bond was so profound, as if he were the unwanted third wheel. That suppressed fury erupted in an instant. Neither brother held back, their fists landing with brutal force. They rolled across the floor, grappling fiercely, and soon both were marked with bruises.

Li Yuqing kicked Li Ming'an hard, then closed in with a clenched fist, snarling, "Who the hell do you think you are? Stick to your books and your cushy young master life. What right do you have to meddle in our affairs?"

Li Ming'an blocked the punch, his arm throbbing from the impact, but the pain only stoked the feral anger and pent-up frustration that had been festering inside him. He retaliated, landing a solid blow to Li Yuqing's face. His glasses fell to the floor, unnoticed, as he flipped Li Yuqing onto his back and hissed, "He's Lan Yu—not some cheap plaything you can toy with outside. How dare you humiliate him like this?!"

Li Yuqing licked the metallic taste of blood from his mouth and sneered, "Spare me the righteous act. If you didn't want him, why the hell did you come here in the middle of the night?"

Li Ming'an's breath hitched. Panting heavily, he spat, "I'm not as filthy as you!"

"I respect him! I love him!" The words burst out of Li Ming'an, raw and unfiltered. Li Yuqing froze for a split second—then his fury flared hotter. He threw Li Ming'an off and punched him square in the jaw. "You think you're worthy?"

Li Ming'an raised his arm to block, and the fight escalated. Li Yuqing pressed in, relentless. "Pretty words, huh? Lusting after your own stepmother—and you call me filthy?"

"I don't believe for a second you haven't thought about it," Li Yuqing said coldly, locking eyes with him. "Let me make this clear—that little slut has been fucked inside out by me. You? Too late."

The words struck like a whip. Li Ming'an gritted his teeth. "You bastard!"

The brothers fought savagely by the bedside. Lan Yu sat atop the bed, wrapped in brocade blankets, watching them from above. His face was expressionless, his fingers idly tracing the embroidered patterns on the quilt. The scene was absurd, almost laughable.

Lan Yu never spoke.

The pillow had been knocked to the floor by his own hand. The moment he heard Li Ming'an's voice outside the door, he knew this night wouldn't end peacefully. If that was the case, then none of them would walk away unscathed.

The scars left by Old Master Li's whip burned against his skin. The old man, clinging stubbornly to his fading vitality, had once raised his whip and demanded, "Am I old?"

His voice had been venomous. "You slut. Think I can't satisfy you anymore, is that it?"

"Lan Yu," the old man had pressed the whip against his sweat-slicked cheek, "are you just like that whore? Thinking of cuckolding me?"

As Lan Yu watched the two brothers tear into each other, a thought struck him—this was truly spectacular. If that old bastard knew his sons were brawling over him, he'd probably drop dead from rage.

And so, Lan Yu smiled.

Li Yuqing seemed to sense something. He turned his head and saw Lan Yu's cold, mocking smile—a smile so full of derision it felt like the biting chill of winter ice, sharp and piercing. A heaviness settled in Li Yuqing's chest, slowing his movements until Li Ming'an knocked him to the ground. The fresh scrapes and bruises on his body barely registered, but a dull, throbbing ache spread through his heart.

Taking another punch from Li Ming'an, the metallic taste of blood grew stronger in Li Yuqing's mouth. His eyes reddened, and with a sudden surge of brute strength, he shoved Li Ming'an away. "Get off me!"

Staggering to his feet, he turned and strode toward the bed. Lan Yu lifted his gaze to meet Li Yuqing's, who ground out through clenched teeth, "Enjoying the show?"

"Watching me and Li Ming'an fight over you—must be satisfying, huh?" Li Yuqing's shirt was filthy, his hair disheveled, the first signs of a cornered beast's desperation and ferocity showing through.

Lan Yu tilted his head slightly, studying Li Yuqing before replying, "What does your fight have to do with me?"

Li Yuqing wanted nothing more than to strangle him, but the sight of the red marks on Lan Yu's neck made him hold back. Behind him, Li Ming'an had gotten up as well. Li Yuqing shot him a cold glare and sneered, "You fool. Do you really think Lan Yu has any genuine feelings for you?"

"He's just using you—using all of you—to get back at me, at the Li family!" Li Yuqing said icily. "Open your damn eyes and see for yourself."

Li Ming'an froze, turning to look at Lan Yu, who leaned against the wall, head slightly bowed, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, Li Ming'an murmured, "I liked him of my own accord. Even if he doesn't feel the same... I don't care." Li Yuqing stared at him, then at Lan Yu, before letting out a cold laugh. Snatching up the gun nearby, he turned and left.

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