Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 31

Mai Miao Parallel Side Story (12)

The commotion immediately drew the attention of others.

Chen Li had just sat up on the bed when knocking came from behind: "Comrade, comrade..."

In the pitch darkness, the man groped around on the floor, nearly putting on the wrong pants.

After finally managing to dress, he irritably ran a hand through his hair before going to open the door.

The person knocking was an employee of the guesthouse, holding a flashlight and looking displeased. "What's all the noise in the middle of the night? Can't you sleep?"

Chen Li didn't open the door fully, still simmering with frustration. Hiding behind the door, he hurriedly apologized, "I tripped in the dark."

"...Tripped? Then why are you rubbing your shoulder?"

After a moment, the door closed.

Chen Li turned back to see the figure on the bed bundled up in the blanket, not a single strand of hair visible.

He glanced down at his own groin, then steeled himself and shuffled back in the dark.

Climbing onto the bed, he tried to pull the blanket away but found it stubbornly held in place.

Frowning, he pursed his lips. If a man cared too much about pride, he'd never win over his sweetheart.

So Chen Li simply wrapped his arms around the bundled-up figure, ignoring Mai Miao's struggles, and pulled him close.

The person in his arms squirmed a few times before going still.

Chen Li lowered his head and softened his voice. "Comrade Mai Miao."

No response.

Chen Li called out again, "My dear Comrade Miao miao." Burrowed under the blankets, Miao kept his lips pursed. Hearing the man's voice, he tightened his grip on the sheets and clenched his fists—already showing signs of a softening resolve.

Even when Chen Li said, "My dear, admirable, precious Comrade Miao miao," Miao still didn't move a muscle.

The man fell silent, beginning to worry that Miao might suffocate himself under the covers.

"Mmm—"Miao truly hadn't expected Chen Li to resort to force. Chen Li yanked the blankets off him and pulled him firmly against his own body.

Miao resisted, flailing his arms, but in the end, he was tightly embraced by the man, their bare chests pressed together once more.

As soon as Miao lifted his face, Chen Li kissed him again. He let out a few muffled moans, and soon, the only sounds in the darkness were the wet smacks of their lips.

Then came the sound of friction, followed by several forceful shakes of the bed. The man suddenly propped himself up on his elbows, and the two locked eyes in the dim light, their breaths growing ragged again.

"Comrade Miaomiao," the man's Adam's apple bobbed as he rasped, "should we... continue the treatment?"

At this, Miao silently glanced downward.

As if afraid Miao couldn't see clearly, Chen Li quickly kicked the blankets aside a little, letting his partner get a good look.

Chen Li's pants were already pulled down to his waist, his thick shaft straining against the fabric, having softened briefly only to harden again. Slick with oil, it glistened ominously.

Miao swallowed hard. His lower half still ached faintly, and Chen Li's member looked downright menacing.

"It hurts too much—" Miao said hesitantly, still shaken. "I... can't handle it."

"Historical experience teaches us to endure hardship. As long as we work together, we can overcome any difficulty." Sensing a glimmer of hope, Chen Li coaxed further, "This time, we'll go slow. Be careful."

Miao looked at that thing again—already in such a state, he couldn't imagine how uncomfortable Chen Li must be. It seemed there was no choice but to proceed.

After this mental preparation, Miao reluctantly nodded, his voice nasal as he muttered, "... Be gentle." What else could he do? This was the man he'd chosen. He'd just have to bear it.

With his partner's consent secured, Chen Li felt emboldened. He leaned down, planting several kisses on Miao's lips before trailing his mouth along the slender neck, showering it with tender nips. Miao wrapped his arms around the man, tilting his head back with soft gasps as his body quickly heated up again.

Chen Li inhaled the sweet scent of Miao's skin, one hand cupping the soft buttocks while the other parted the delicate folds below. Three oil-slicked fingers slid in effortlessly—the passage was already slick, but its tightness was what made it painful.

As he worked his fingers slowly, he kissed Miao's ear and murmured, "Does it hurt?"

Miao responded with incoherent whimpers, his face flushed, beads of sweat forming on his nose. The fingers moving in and out drew out more oil, and Chen Li nibbled the soft earlobe, growling, "...You're dripping." Indeed, with each thrust, wet squelches filled the air.

Chen Li had initially been worried that Mai Miao's body wasn't quite ready, but seeing the copious slickness below and the pheromones exuding such lustful fragrance, it was clear the young man was more than ripe.

With that concern gone, Chen Li stopped overthinking. Learning from his earlier mistake, he stripped off his pants completely and pulled Mai Miao into his embrace, slotting himself between the youth's thighs.

The man's robust frame was strong enough to lift Mai Miao entirely.

Their tongues tangled feverishly as their naked bodies rubbed together, and Chen Li took advantage of the momentum to thrust upward.

"Mmm—!" Mai Miao's face twisted in pain, his head jerking back as he nearly cried out—only for Chen Li to grip his cheeks and silence him with a fierce kiss.

"Nn—ah—"

Though mentally prepared, the man's member felt like a burning poker, its thick head stretching him open so ruthlessly it nearly knocked the soul out of him.

"Hah..." Chen Li panted heavily, his short hair damp with sweat. Mai Miao's insides were unbearably tight and scorching—he hadn't even sheathed himself halfway before pleasure numbed his legs. If not for his self-control as a man, he might have lost it before even starting to move.

Mai Miao gasped for breath, his voice trembling with accusation the moment their lips parted. "Y-You liar...!" He'd promised to go slow!

Pouting, his cheeks puffed up as he panted, the sight held no intimidation—only stoked Chen Li's arousal further.

Mai Miao endured a few more thrusts, his lower half burning as if he were being ruined. Regret finally set in. He retracted his earlier words—this challenge was beyond him. He shouldn't have picked someone so... sizable. With Chen Li's condition this severe, how could he possibly treat him?!

Seeing his little lover on the verge of rebellion, Chen Li gripped that slender waist and lifted him right off the bed, driving deep in one forceful plunge. Thanks to the thorough preparation earlier, the harsh penetration—

—claimed Mai Miao completely.

After taking full possession, Chen Li sucked marks along Mai Miao's neck, unable to resist a few rough thrusts first. Once he'd smothered the youth in his scent, he was submerged in unprecedented satisfaction.

Mai Miao fell silent, only his ragged breathing audible, as if that last thrust had stunned him senseless.

His bare body was drenched in sweat, head to toe, even the salty tang carrying the fragrance of his partner—

—the first bloom after tasting passion.

Chen Li shifted slightly, pulling him closer in that intoxicating aroma. His kisses gentled, voice hoarse. "Still hurts?"

The question only reignited Mai Miao's grievances. In the darkness, his voice came out pitifully small. "N-No more treatment..."

Chen Li pecked his lips, then nipped at those flushed cheeks, breath scalding. "So delicate?" The words instantly riled Mai Miao up again.

"We're already halfway through the treatment." Chen Li had no choice but to coax him again in a low voice, gently nibbling Mai Miao's ear. "Just a little longer. This time, I'll be gentle."

Mai Miao, teased like this, felt his face and neck tingling from the bites. He sniffled and mumbled, "Okay..."

—But Mai Miao soon realized he'd been tricked again.

Chen Li might have tried to restrain himself, but his build was simply too sturdy. Once his energy and excitement kicked in, it was like he was tasting meat for the first time. He lifted his sweet, soft wife into his arms and thrust into him with full force.

In the secretive darkness, the young man's legs were spread wide open. The thick, dark shaft stretched the tender flesh until it swelled, forcibly prying open the untouched passage and filling it to the brim.

Mai Miao trembled like a leaf. As a companion, this was the first time he had ever suffered under a man. The burning sensation of being fully possessed for the first time far overshadowed any pleasure or stimulation he should have felt. Fortunately, once Chen Li saw blood below, he decided to stop. Even with ample lubrication, Mai Miao had been a virgin, and with Chen Li's size, bleeding was inevitable. Chen Li wiped his fingers below and suddenly felt as though Mai Miao belonged to him from head to toe.

This strange sense of satisfaction sent a rush of heat to the man's head, and with a deep breath, he drove into him relentlessly.

Mai Miao drowned in the rough panting and powerful thrusts. When the warm, cooling release surged inside him, his body arched in a spasm. Amidst the chaos, he finally accepted Chen Li's first seeding.

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