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Chu Wanning's incredulity was no longer describable in words. His eyes opened wide, staring at the Mo Ran in his dream as if looking at a ghost.
The grown-up Mo Weiyu was gallant, with broad shoulders and long legs,
half a head taller than himself.
And when he looked down at him, there was musing and mocking in the corners of his eyes.
"This Venerable One's dear Shizun, you should really take a look in the mirror." His finger slid along Chu Wanning's cheek to rest by his ear, eyes cold and threatening.
A moment passed in silence, then he let out a cold hmph and leaned over abruptly, accompanied by a soft, scaldingly hot sensation as he captured Chu Wanning's lips in his own.
Caught completely off guard, Chu Wanning's head hummed with white noise, and something in his mind seems to have... snapped...
Mo Ran was kissing him. His breath invaded him, moist, agitated, full of filthy, sinful desire.
Lips met roughly with the scraping of teeth as stormy waves surged in his chest.
Chu Wanning was nearly trembling with fright, phoenix eyes wide open,
mind equal parts furious and stupefied. But it was as if he had lost his spiritual powers in the dream, could hardly gather even his physical strength; he was held tightly against Mo Ran's chest, and couldn't struggle free of his grip at all.
The Mo Ran in the dream was completely different from the one he knew for some reason.
There was none of the deferential ingratiation, replaced instead by overbearing tyranny.
He could clearly feel Mo Ran's heated breaths, low and rapid, when he exhaled, the animalistic desire scalding like lava, threatening to melt him down flesh and bone alike.
Chu Wanning's face was pale with anger, nearly about to spit blood. He never could have imagined that he would get held down by Mo Ran without the strength to resist, and even harder to accept was the heat gathering in his abdomen and the weakness in his fingers from the wet, frantic friction of the kisses. He trembled in his arms; Mo Ran's chest was scalding hot, so hot that he might get melted and drowned even through the layers of fabric. He wanted desperately to struggle, but couldn't gather the strength.
By the time they parted, Chu Wanning's legs were boneless. Mo Ran, still holding him, turned to press his face against the back of his ear. He could feel the caress of warm, moist breaths at the base of his neck as he panted. Then he heard Mo Ran say: "Didn't you want to talk conditions with this Venerable One?" His voice was hoarse, so much so that it sounded nearly unfamiliar to Chu Wanning.
Chu Wanning looked down only to see the jut at his throat bobbing, a swallowing motion as he fought a losing battle to maintain control.
"But you have little else of value to this Venerable One, so you'll have to bargain with the last thing you have remaining." Chu Wanning's voice grew hoarse as well, but he didn't know if it was from anger or desire; quietly, he said: "What thing..." Mo Ran backed him into a wall, then abruptly raised a hand to strike the hard surface, the other hand closing tightly around Chu Wanning's shackled wrist.
Not without malicious spite, but also not without timid desire, he bent down to capture the lobe of an ear between his lips.
Chu Wanning shuddered violently, a frightening numbness shooting up his spine and spreading over his scalp.
Mo Ran's voice was husky, his breaths heavy and oppressive.
"Let me screw you, and I'll let you have your demand." Chu Wanning's eyes shot wide open, wetness in his eyes colored with arousal, but even more with disbelief.
Mo Ran's hand had already felt its way to his waist, his lips moving against the side of his neck, venomous words spoken in the most tender voice.
"But this Venerable One loathes Shizun so very much, it'll probably be hard to summon any interest in Shizun's body. You'll have to work a little to make it a good time." Mo Ran paused, but pulled him in even closer and continued stroking his waist.
"So really think it over, and if you're willing, then get on your knees like a good boy and put your mouth to work, serve me well, then go spread yourself on the bed and beg me to fuck you." "..." Chu Wanning was about to lose it.
The virtuous proud pure austere Yuheng Elder kept his distance from men and women alike and indulged in neither erotic art nor amorous song, ever incorruptibly chaste and aloof.
Or, in simpler words, he knew practically nothing in matters of love and lust.
And so, very unfortunately for him, in spite of his anger, all of his defenses fell apart in the face of this intense, unfamiliar feeling; he was utterly defeated.
Mo Ran waited for a short while, but received no reaction. He cursed under his breath and started kissing him again, unable to hold back. When he'd had his fill of his lips, he pulled his tongue out, trailing a thread of translucence, before immediately biting down none-too-gently on his neck, licking and kissing along his neck, shoulder, ear.
Chu Wanning's scalp grew number still when Mo Ran began to pull and tear roughly at his robes, muttering "what're you pretending to be so virtuous and saintly for!" as he ripped, and when he lifted his eyes to look at him, his gaze was heated and crazed, a strange light in the corners of his eyes like longaccumulated hatred finally spilling out.
But also like the searing-hot lava of desire trapped under layers of rocks,
finally overflowing after long years of restraint.
Chu Wanning, as if burned by the intensity of his predator-like gaze, wanted to look away, but Mo Ran saw through his thoughts and gripped his face before he could.
"Look at me." His voice was rough and heated, shaking faintly from arousal——or perhaps something else——filled with the craving of a beast about to devour its prey.
"I said look at me!" Chu Wanning closed his eyes shakily.
This dream was really far too absurd…...
"Shizun." The voice by his ear suddenly became soft and warm like the tone he was familiar with, "Shizun, wake up."
Chu Wanning blearily saw Mo Ran's face hovering mere inches from his own, and reacted immediately with a fierce and well-aimed slap that landed soundly on the other's cheek.
Mo Ran, caught off guard, ate the slap head on. He let out an "ah" and opened his eyes wide: "Shizun! What was that for?" "..." Chu Wanning sat up, phoenix eyes flickering with anger and alarm.
His body was still shaking slightly, dream and reality blending together and driving him mad.
"Shizun..." "Stay away!" Chu Wanning shouted harshly with his brows lowered in a scowl. Mo Ran was startled by the extreme reaction, and a while passed before he asked cautiously: "Did you have a nightmare?" Nightmare...
That's right, it was a dream... it was just a dream.
Chu Wanning stared blankly at the person in front of him for quite a while before he was able to slowly collect the pieces of his composure.
He was lying in the library at the Red Lotus Pavilion. Loyalty Hall and the grown-up Mo Ran were nowhere to be seen. The only thing in front of him was a face that was still young and childlike.
Finally fully awake, Chu Wanning paused for a moment to school his expression into one of propriety as he made a show of rearranging his clothes with slender fingers that still trembled slightly, suppressing the agitation and unease that yet remained, and said: "...Mn, I was dreaming and... hitting someone." Mo Ran rubbed the redness on his cheek and hissed a little in pain: "What was Shizun dreaming about? What a forceful hit..." Embarrassment flashed across Chu Wanning's features. He pressed his lips together and, turning away a bit, loftily said nothing.
His face was as calm waters, but his heart was full of waves wildly crashing.
He could practically feel his own pride on the very verge of shattering into a million tiny pieces: he couldn't believe that he would dream of something so unspeakably preposterous, of such filthy words, how absolutely shameless, how could he even call himself a teacher anymore.
Even worse, this useless body of his actually reacted to this humiliating dream, he really wanted to break down...
Thankfully his robes were wide and loose-fitting, hiding his shame from the eyes of others.
But Chu Wanning's face still darkened gloomily as he propped up his forehead in one hand.
He couldn't grab the dream Mo Ran to vent his anger, but the one right in front of his eyes that conveniently delivered himself to his door was available.
So, glowering, he asked sullenly: "What are you doing barging into my private quarters in the middle of the night like you own the Red Lotus Pavilion? Since when were you the Yuheng Elder?" "..." First a slap for no reason at all, then a thorough tongue lashing; Mo Ran felt a little wronged, mumbling in a tiny voice, "What's got you so mad this time..." Chu Wanning scowled: "I'm not mad, I'm going back to sleep, get out!" Mo Ran said: "But Shizun, it's already morning." Chu Wanning: "..." "I only dared to come into the Red Lotus Pavilion without permission to look for you because we've been waiting at the Platform of Sin and Virtue for quite a while already, but Shizun never came." Chu Wanning: "..." He opened a shuttered window, and sure enough, the sun had already risen a ways into the sky, the birds were singing and the bugs were buzzing.
Chu Wanning's scowl grew even darker.
He looked like he might summon Tianwen and start whipping at any second.
To have actually been immersed in a spring dream all the way through to early morning, and if not for Mo Ran coming to look for him, the dream might have even continued——the thought made the vein at Chu Wanning's temple throb, the joints of his fingers turning pale like jade where his grip tightened on the window frame.
Chu Wanning practiced mental cultivation, cultivating his mind with restraint and discipline, and was proficient in suppressing desires; he's never even had an unbecoming thought before this, much less a spring dream.
His principles being what they were, Chu Wanning was like a wooden man,
stupid, clumsy, and stiff on top. His mental cultivation was so advanced as to entirely sever all desire, and he often looked down in contempt at pairs of lovers and dual cultivation partners when he had nothing else to do, feeling quite selfsatisfied that he was virtuous and incorruptible.
Who could've anticipated that he would fall like this in the end...
In the hands of his own disciple.
The wise strong noble aloof Chu-zongshi dared not even look at Mo Ran as he angrily spat out: "Hurry and come with me to the Platform of Sin and Virtue for morning practice!" before turning and leaving abruptly, and was gone in an instant.
Xue Meng and Shi Mei had already been waiting for a long while, and were sitting in the shade of a tree chatting when Chu Wanning arrived.
Shi Mei was distraught: "Shizun is never late, did something happen? It's so late already and he's still nowhere to be seen." Xue Meng was even more distressed: "Didn't Mo Ran go look for Shizun?
It's already been a while and he's still not back, if I'd known this was gonna happen I would've gone with him. I hope Shizun's not sick?" Shi Mei said: "Shizun's shoulder wound was quite severe, even with proper care, his body is frail by nature, so that's not unlikely..." Hearing that, Xue Meng grew even more restless until he abruptly stood up:
"I can't wait anymore, can't count on that unreliable mutt Mo Ran, I'm gonna go check on Shizun myself!" But when he turned around, there Chu Wanning was, pristine robes fluttering as he strode over.
The pair beneath the tree called out simultaneously: "Shizun!" Chu Wanning: "I got held up by something. I'll take you guys for martial practice today, let's go." When Chu Wanning wasn't paying attention, Shi Mei turned to Mo Ran who was following behind him and asked in a low voice: "Is Shizun alright? What was the hold up?" Mo Ran rolled his eyes: "He just overslept." "Eh?" "Shh, act like you don't know." Mo Ran rubbed his cheek, still sore from the slap earlier; he definitely didn't want an encore.
Shi Mei blinked: "Why's your left cheek so red?" Mo Ran said quietly: "If you keep asking, my right cheek's gonna join it. Let it be, let's hurry and follow." When they arrived at the practice field, Chu Wanning instructed Mo Ran and Shi Mei to go have a practice match first, keeping Xue Meng behind.
Chu Wanning said: "Sit." Although Xue Meng didn't know the reason, he'd always obeyed Shizun's every word like the law, and promptly complied, sitting down on the spot.
Chu Wanning also sat down across from him, saying: "The Spiritual Mountain Competition is in three years, what are your plans?"
Xue Meng looked down, and a moment passed before he said through gritted teeth: "Win." If Chu Wanning had asked him before their trip to Jincheng lake, Xue Meng would have answered proudly and with certainty.
But now, all that was left behind this word was a simple, stubborn refusal to give up his pride.
It wasn't that he had no self-awareness, but that he refused to just step aside and hand his title of "heaven's darling" over to someone else without a fight.
Having ground out the word "win", Xue Meng snuck a glance at Chu Wanning, his heart filled with anxiety.
Chu Wanning was looking at him without the slightest bit of derision or any doubt whatsoever.
He only said, simply:
"Good." Xue Meng's eyes lit up immediately: "Shizun, do you think——do you think I can still... I..." He stumbled over his words in his excitement.
Chu Wanning said: "My disciples don't give up before the fight." "Shizun..." "Outstanding youths from all sects participate in the Spiritual Mountain Competition. Those without holy weapons are naturally no match for you, but even if your opponent does have a holy weapon, there's no need to be afraid." Chu Wanning said, "A holy weapon is not something that can be easily mastered in a short period of time. Although your Longcheng blade is slightly lesser in comparison, it is still a superb, high-quality weapon of mortal craftsmanship. As long as you train and practice diligently in these three years, winning is certainly not outside the realm of possibilities." It was well known that Chu-zongshi had a discerning eye and solid judgement in the realm of the martial arts.
Further, he wasn't the type of person to tell encouraging white lies out of sympathy, so Xue Meng's spirits were immensely lifted by his words.
"Shizun really means it?" Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes, saying lightly: "How old are you, Xue Meng? I don't coddle anyone older than five." Xue Meng, a little embarrassed, rubbed his nose and started grinning.
Chu Wanning continued: "Victory or defeat is unpredictable, only pride cannot be taken lightly; just do your best and don't worry overmuch about the result." Xue Meng answered: "I understand!" Having eased Xue Meng's worries, Chu Wanning headed toward the practice field, arriving at the back where the training dummies were. In order to prevent disciples accidentally injuring people passing by while sparring with the dummies, this area was built out of the way, and one had to go through a long corridor and then turn a corner to get here.
Shi Mei and Mo Ran were conversing with their backs toward him, not too close and not too far away, just within hearing distance.
"You two..." Chu Wanning was just about to call them over, but seeing the sight before him, suddenly stopped talking.
Author's Notes:
Today's mini theater:
"If this is a modern danmei, then everybody's background could be..." Chu Wanning: Probably the teacher with the worst temper in the entire school.
Shi Mei: Surgeon Xue Meng: Film school student, studying… maybe performance major.
Xue Zhengyong: Oil executive, new rich tycoon.
Mrs Wang: A lady from a pristine family that married a new rich tycoon.
Mei Hanxue: Therapist Ye Wangxi: Dedicated police officer Mo Ran: … Race car driver. Don't ask me why, driving cars[5] all depend on him.
[5] 车 - Cars are a euphemism for porn in fandom culture.