Feudal Dregs - Chapter 60

Once Li Yuqing was gone, only Li Ming'an and Lan Yu remained in the silent room, the heavy sound of Li Ming'an's uneven breathing the only disturbance.

He stood stiffly, wanting to look at Lan Yu but not daring to. After a while, he gingerly touched the throbbing wound on his cheek and crouched down, pretending to search for his glasses. "Lan Yu," he said quietly, "I'm sorry."

Lan Yu didn't respond.

Unease coiled in Li Ming'an's chest as he picked up his glasses, mechanically wiping the frames with his fingers. He wanted to explain—but what could he say? That he'd barged in on Lan Yu late at night? That he'd fought his own brother in Lan Yu's room? Around Lan Yu, Li Ming'an's usual eloquence deserted him, leaving him at a loss. The oppressive silence stretched on until he finally risked a glance toward the bed.

Lan Yu still sat there, the lower half of his body covered by a thin blanket, his chest slender and bare. Li Ming'an couldn't see clearly, but he caught glimpses of pale skin and the vivid marks of passion. His breath hitched, ears burning.

The image from when he'd first burst into the room flashed through his mind—the arched neck, the delicate fingers curled against the sheets, the sheen of sweat—an overwhelming sensuality far more vivid than any fantasy he'd ever conjured.

Suddenly, his gaze met Lan Yu's. Even though he couldn't see clearly, he could sense those eyes deep and cold like a frozen pool, silently watching him. Li Ming'an's heart skipped a beat. He abruptly stood up, retreating two steps as he stammered, "Lan... Lan Yu."

Lan Yu looked at Li Ming'an with an indifferent expression before finally speaking slowly, "Do you want to fuck me too?"

That single sentence shattered Li Ming'an's composure. "...No, I don't, Lan Yu..."

Lan Yu nodded. "You said you like me."

Li Ming'an's ears were red, his face flushed, his gaze darting helplessly as he murmured, "I do like you, but I've never had those... improper thoughts." His voice was dry. "...I respect you too much for that."

Lan Yu smiled, though there was no warmth in it. "Respect me for what? For being a man yet becoming your father's concubine? Or for being your father's concubine while carrying on ambiguously with Li Yuqing?"

Li Ming'an froze momentarily before interrupting, "I've never thought of you that way, Lan Yu. I know becoming my father's concubine wasn't your choice. As for my second brother, he's always been reckless—none of this is your fault."

Lan Yu scoffed. "You say you like me, yet you come to me in the dead of night." His laugh was cold. "Did you ever consider that even if Li Yuqing hadn't been here tonight, if someone discovered you in my courtyard at this hour—regardless of whether we're innocent—what would become of me?"

Li Ming'an's face turned deathly pale as he stared blankly at Lan Yu, who then tossed aside the thin quilt and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. His naked body made Li Ming'an hold his breath, unable to look directly. Lan Yu observed Li Ming'an and said, "This just proves that you Li family members always love yourselves the most."

His voice was light and icy, yet carried immense weight, rendering Li Ming'an speechless with shame. "Lan Yu..."

Lan Yu's female orifice was filled with the filth Li Yuqing had left behind. As soon as he left, the semen began sliding down Lan Yu's thighs. Disgusted, he frowned slightly before spreading his legs toward Li Ming'an. "Your father and Li Yuqing have both had their turn tonight. Do you want to fuck me too?"

Li Ming'an's gaze fell between Lan Yu's legs, and he froze. The area was sparsely haired, the penis soft. Two fingers parted it, revealing the crimson slit beneath, fully exposed to Li Ming'an's view. The entrance was thoroughly used, glistening and slightly gaping as white semen slowly seeped out. For a moment, Li Ming'an couldn't tear his eyes away, staring dumbfounded. "How could..."

Lan Yu mocked, "Never seen one before?"

"A woman's cunt," Lan Yu said indifferently, as though revealing this shameful part of himself to a man meant nothing. "Your father loves this place—" He paused, lips curling. "All you Li men love this place."

Then he asked, "Li Ming'an, do you like it?"

Li Ming'an couldn't possibly answer such a question. The events of tonight had spiraled far beyond his control. He had never imagined stumbling upon Li Yuqing forcing himself on Lan Yu, nor had he expected Lan Yu to bare himself so openly before him—let alone that flushed, well-used cunt.

The third young master of the Li family had never even held a girl's hand before.

After a long silence, Li Ming'an seemed to snap back to his senses. He abruptly turned his back to Lan Yu, stammering, "...No, Lan Yu. I know coming to you tonight was beyond presumptuous. It was thoughtless of me—my mistake."

His palms were slick with sweat, his forehead damp as well. The image of Lan Yu's semen-smeared lower half kept flashing through his mind. He shook his head hard, forcing himself to steady his breathing before murmuring, "But you mustn't degrade yourself like this. To me, you're the purest, finest person in this world."

Lan Yu studied the tense line of the young man's back. Li Ming'an didn't turn around as he continued, "I know you belong to my father. I shouldn't have entertained such disrespectful thoughts about you—shouldn't even harbor feelings of affection. But I like you. There's never been anything truer."

"I've never liked anyone like this before," Li Ming'an confessed.

Lan Yu was silent for a long moment before laughing softly. "Then what do you intend to do about it?"

Li Ming'an faltered. Lan Yu pressed on, "You claim to like me. If you truly cared for my sake, you'd have buried those feelings deep where no one could find them. Yet not only did you fail to hide them, you've laid them bare before me. Third Young Master Li, what exactly do you want from me?"

Li Ming'an was speechless.

Lan Yu scoffed, delivering his verdict. "In your heart, you still want to commit incest with your father's concubine."

"You're even more insidious than Second Young Master Li. He merely forced himself on me, but you—you're trying to lure me willingly down this path of no return."

At the end of the day, Lan Yu didn't believe in Li Ming'an's so-called affection. Even if it were genuine, how much weight did it carry? To Lan Yu now, such feelings were nothing more than a death sentence—utterly useless.

Li Ming'an fell silent. After what felt like an eternity, he finally rasped, "...Yes. I do wish you could like me back."

"But I've never wanted to harm you."

Lan Yu said, "Third Young Master, you're so naive."

"Have you forgotten how the Eighth Concubine died?"

Li Ming'an paled further at the memory of Zhang Yuhe plunging headfirst into the well.

Lan Yu's voice was calm. "If one day your father decides to drown me in a well, Third Young Master Li, what could you do—you who claim to like me?"

"Nothing," Lan Yu said. "You'd only watch as I become the next Zhang."

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