>>sexual content, noncon flashback… txj's breeding kink...
In the midst of his wildly wandering thoughts, he heard Mo Ran speak in a low voice from across the wall, "Where do you think you're looking? It's not like that, take your clothes and get lost already." Xue Meng replied after a pause, "Huh? Where'd I look?" Mo Ran: "..." Xue Meng stared at his cousin's face trying to figure it out for quite a while, then it suddenly clicked and he hollered in a mix of anger and embarrassment,
"The hell were you thinking about! I was gonna say, the way you're in your room with the door locked and all, were you just going to make do with a bath in here cause you didn't wanna go down to the public baths and crowd around with everyone else. You're the one with your mind in the gutter, and you dare to turn it around on me?!"
In the next room over, Chu Wanning's face darkened.
Mind in the gutter…
Xue Meng let out a long sigh as he looked Mo Ran up and down, glaring the whole time, before saying, "I wasn't even thinking about that, but now that you mention it, were you——" "…Weren't you going to bathe? What are you still here running your mouth for!" "No but, like, I really think you're kinda suspicious you know." That unfriendly tone and those dark eyes practically crackling with sparks only made Xue Meng feel even more skeptical. "You practically lived at the brothels back when you first came of age, but I haven't heard so much as a whisper of your philandering ways these last couple of years while you were traveling around. Why'd you suddenly turn a new leaf?" "..." Mo Ran seemed to be silent. Chu Wanning waited in the silence; he wanted to know Mo Ran's answer as well.
The longer the silence dragged on, the more anxious he felt. Why wasn't he saying anything? Embarrassment? Remorse? Or…
"You really want to know?
Mo Ran finally spoke, the anger in his voice evident.
He actually had the nerve to be angry.
Chu Wanning was frankly impressed. He thought Xue Meng's question was perfectly reasonable; don't get all upset just because your unsavory past got dug up and try to sweep everything under the—— He didn't even finished thinking "the rug" when he heard Mo Ran say, "I've fucked enough and got bored of it, alright? Now kindly piss off." Chu Wanning: "......" Xue Meng: "......" A long moment of dead silence, and then Xue Meng roared furiously, so loud that the entire inn probably heard, "Mo Weiyu, you shameless dog! Absolute scum!!!" "Sure, sure, whatever you say. Now get the fuck out and let me sleep already." "Don't you touch me! Gross!" "How am I gross?" "Y-you——" Xue Meng stuttered, his handsome little face bright red. He had set out to put Mo Ran on the spot, but unexpectedly had been put in the hot seat himself by Mo Ran's shamelessness. He couldn't help thinking about the fact that he was already in his twenties—in his age group, Nangong Si was marrying the number one beauty of the cultivation world, the fourth gongzi of Jiangdong Hall was already the father of three children, and that Mei Hanxue of Kunlun Taxue Palace…
Mei Hanxue, surprisingly, had yet to catch an STD and die.
It seemed that only he was still an inexperienced virgin. Xue Meng was indignant.
He wasn't indignant due to any perverted reasons, in fact he had no perverted desires whatsoever, but he felt like he was losing to Mo Ran in this aspect—not just by a little, either—and that was why he was outraged. If Mo Ran had avoided the question, if he had been ashamed, then Xue Meng probably would've felt differently about this whole thing, but Mo Ran had only looked disdainful and impatient as he tossed out a—— "Fucked enough, got bored of it." Little young master Xue couldn't take it, it was too much of a blow to his ego.
He stuttered futilely for a while before roaring furiously toward Mo Ran,
"Anyway, you're gross! You depraved piece of trash!" And slammed the door on his way out.
Chu Wanning was a little lost for words as well, though he was more collected than Xue Meng and could tell that Mo Ran was bullying Xue Meng on purpose with those words in a moment of anger. But even still, he couldn't help the tides surging within himself, rushing torrents that refused to recede.
The man across the wall had used such crude words, spoken in a low snarl like that of a jungle lion, muscles strong and defined, hot breath steaming. The deep bellow and vulgar words combined into a hot, thick fire iron that jabbed right into his heart.
Chu Wanning swallowed, eyes dark yet gleaming.
Mo Ran had been admonished before for going to brothels, so of course he was well aware that Mo Ran wasn't some innocent like Xue Meng. It was just that the Mo Ran back then hadn't been so irresistibly alluring as to make him think about it, to imagine those kinds of scenes despite himself.
But now that it had been brought up again, Chu Wanning couldn't help thinking about that body he'd seen, that steaming, sleek, sturdy body amidst the foggy mist, the body that had once entangled with those delicate, soft, lovely youths, had once ravished those fair-skinned pretty boys.
He burned with anger, yet his heart felt as if tickled by a feather.
Steeped in anger and yearning, the corners of Chu Wanning's eyes grew reddened, a tinge of haitang in the darkness of night…
Xue Meng returned.
"Open the door!" "…What is it now?" "I got distracted arguing with you! Where are my clothes!" "On the table. Get it yourself." "Hmph!" Holding his clothes, Xue Meng left in a huff.
Things finally quietened down this time. Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran's heavy footsteps, followed by a muffled creak from the bed. This time, he really,
unmistakably heard the man in the other room lie back down on the bed. He even seemed to feel the bed shake as it supported that solid, fiery body.
He felt parched, and wanted to get up for a cup of water.
But since he could hear Mo Ran lie down, he knew that that person would also definitely hear if he were to get up, so he stayed perfectly still, like a rock from Danxia mountain[1], ice cold on the outside but brilliantly vibrant within.
Across the wall, Mo Ran was restless as well.
Men with unfulfilled needs tended to be irritable, and Xue Meng just had to pick that exact moment to pester him. He had lost control during the spat and ended up yelling something so shameless. He wondered if Chu Wanning had heard.
If he wasn't asleep, then he'd definitely heard…
He regretted it more the more he thought about it, rolling this way and that in bed. On the other side of the wall, Chu Wanning listened to the creaking sounds and shared in his unease.
A moment later, Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran say in a low voice, "Shizun…" "!" Unable to calm down even after all that tossing and turning, Mo Ran tried calling Chu Wanning to see if he would respond.
"Shizun, are you asleep?" "..." "Can you hear me?" Chu Wanning's heart beat like thunder. Embarrassed about how loud his heartbeats were, he quietly tugged the quilt up over his head, trying to muffle the sound that the other couldn't even hear to begin with.
"Shizun…" Under the quilt, with Mo Ran's voice so close, it was as if they were lying on the same bed, and that if Chu Wanning were to lift the covers, he would see Mo Ran's handsome face and bare chest, reclining sideways with his cheek propped up in one hand, watching him with those bright, pitch-black eyes of his, eyes that were bestial and hungry, as if he might eat him whole.
"Can you hear what I'm saying?" Chu Wanning made up his mind to pretend not to hear; he knew well that Mo Ran was asking in the hopes that he couldn't hear.
Otherwise it would be awkward for both of them tomorrow.
Mo Ran called him a couple more times in a low voice, and then, hearing nothing from Chu Wanning's side, let out a quiet sigh. Thinking that Chu Wanning really was asleep, Mo Ran felt relieved, but also a little wistful.
He wanted Chu Wanning to pay attention to him.
But Chu Wanning paid him none, so he could only touch the thin wall between them, stroking it with calloused fingers, closing his eyes and pretending it was Chu Wanning's chest he was caressing, then pressing his heated lips against it, murmuring softly, as if whispering against Chu Wanning's lips.
Mo Ran said, "I don't want any of it anymore...I only want you…" But he had spoken so softly that Chu Wanning didn't hear at all. Bundled up in the quilt, Chu Wanning's heart felt just as hot as his face. A few moments passed by before he heard a loud creak from the bed on the other side of the wall, as if the person on it was very agitated and rolled over angrily.
He said, "Fuck!" Chu Wanning suddenly had a feeling, an animalistic sixth sense, that he was about to hear something. For an instant, all his hair stood on end and he wanted to cover his ears. But the tips of his fingers only twitched a little before drooping back down.
He stared blankly at the inside of the quilt at a loss. And then, a moment later, he heard it…
He heard Mo Ran's heavy breathing from outside the quilt. There was a rhythm to it, heated and vigorous. Goosebumps rose all along Chu Wanning's arms, the sounds making his very spine feel pliant and numb.
Mo Ran's panting was so sensual, so sinful, guttural noises that were stifled yet unrestrained at the same time. With sounds like these, there was nothing left for him to not understand.
Chu Wanning closed his eyes. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his lips parted slightly, trembling.
He remembered that erotic dream he'd had so many times before; in it, he'd seen Mo Ran's entire body, nothing left to the imagination. Closing his eyes only made it easier to imagine the scene outside the quilt. It felt like Mo Ran was lying on his back right next to him, firm, toned body stretched out, light dancing in those dark, narrowed eyes…
Mo Ran's hand reached down and undid his trousers, and that vigorous length sprung up. Chu Wanning didn't dare think too much about what the massive thing looked like, leaving it only as a rough silhouette in his mind,
colored the hot red of arousal. Mo Ran worked his hand over that thing that could kill someone, the jut of his throat rolling every time he swallowed. There was no telling of whom he was thinking as he stroked his own cock, feverishly and painfully.
"Nng…" The sound of the low groan from the other side of the wall, husky and sensual, made Chu Wanning's scalp go numb, those phoenix eyes hazy with lust in the darkness.
He also couldn't take it anymore…
After a long torturous moment of struggle, Yuheng Elder's fair, slender hand finally reached downwards and, trembling, wrapped around his own burning arousal.
That thick, hot feeling was shameful but also arousing. His head tilted back just the slightest bit as he suppressed a gasp. Under the cover of the quilt, he relinquished that exterior of cold virtue to drift in the sounds of Mo Ran's heavy breathing, allowed himself to be pulled into the ocean of desire. He treated himself roughly and clumsily, even hurting himself several times, until he really couldn't take it anymore and abruptly flung open the quilt. He got on top of the quilt, rubbing and grinding against it, long, slender legs trembling uncontrollably,
phoenix eyes half-lidded behind loose strands of sweat-soaked hair, lips parted as he panted soundlessly.
Perhaps being suddenly exposed in the open air made the noises clearer, or perhaps the heady arousal made the noises blurrier, but he seemed to hear the sound of something wet. He thought it was coming from Mo Ran's side across the wall, but when he looked down, he saw wetness leaking from the tip of his own hardness, slicking his hand and making unbearably lewd noises.
Chu Wanning felt his cheeks grow even more heated. He turned his head away from the wall so that it would feel like Mo Ran was lying there naked next to him, that they were stroking one another, cherishing one another.
Loftiness and reservations long since forgotten in his lust-addled state, all he knew was the heavy breathing from across the wall and the intoxicating pleasure from beneath. His lack of experience left him defenseless against the carnal stimulation, and every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire. Like a well that had been dry for a hundred years longed for water, he craved the touch of another hot body.
As the panting from across the wall quickened, Chu Wanning felt like his heart was burning up and his spine was growing pliant, and his legs were on the very verge of giving out. The sheets beneath his body were already wet with slick. Blurrily, he thought that this was all so ridiculous, that he really shouldn't.
But he couldn't help it, it felt too good; in all his years he'd never tried it, he didn't even know that anything could feel this good.
That time in Yuliang Village when he'd gotten himself off, he had felt tormented for having broken his abstinence for the first time, had loathed himself and been disgusted by himself, but this time——
Across the wall from the person he liked, listening to the sound of his stifled,
erotic breathing, he suddenly didn't find these carnal matters so ugly anymore,
and could actually allow himself to drift in the ocean of desire, to feel pleasure rather than repulsion.
A few strands of loose hair fell in front of his hazy eyes, watery and barely open.
His eyes grew defocused, and for some reason, a bizarre mirage flashed before his eyes.
Or perhaps it wasn't a mirage at all?
But rather the strange, too-realistic dream he'd had in the past.
The bedding in the dream had been red and gold, with an animal pelt laid out on the sheets that he could practically smell. And he'd been face-down on that bed as he was now, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead and lips slightly parted, hair similarly undone and draping before his eyes.
The candle had been left burning, and the man behind him had rocked against him, fast and rough, their legs tangled together. He could clearly feel the man's body, muscles taut with pleasure.
The sheets and bedding were already in disarray. The man had panted sensually and hoarsely as he thrust in and out, and he could hear him say from behind himself, "What're you holding back for? Make some noise for me." Dream overlapped with reality. Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and tilted his face away, refusing to let out any sound even as the heat built up low within himself and the need grew nearly unbearable.
He closed his eyes, his hand below moving even more roughly.
He closed his eyes, but couldn't stop thinking about those erotic dreams.
The man had thrust a couple more times, then cursed under his breath and pulled out. He'd forced Chu Wanning to turn over, and under the candle light,
he'd seen a handsome, lustful face. It was Mo Ran's face.
Seeing Mo Ran so clearly in the dream made Chu Wanning feel even more turned on and tormented. He shook his head shamefully, trying to free himself from the mirage.
But it was useless.
Beyond the wall, he heard the sound of Mo Ran panting.
Low and throaty, just like the cruel yet tender man in those dreams.
He even thought back shamelessly of the details in that dream, of Mo Ran flipping him over and pressing his still-wet cock against his entrance that was already twitching uncontrollably from being used, its massive head rubbing against his opening, dipping teasingly in but no further.
Inside the inn, Chu Wanning's other hand fisted tightly into the sheets.
Shameful.
It was too shameful.
How could he possibly dream of something like that?
He'd never… he'd never looked at any of those things… so how could he dream so vividly of it, as if this body of his had really experienced such fevered yet frenzied, ugly yet intimate things? Could this be the animalistic nature carved into the very bones of every human?
"Being stubborn are we? You really think biting through your lip to keep quiet will save your purity?" In the dream, Mo Ran's eyes had been glassy, and his expression had been sinister yet full of desire.
"How many times have I fucked you already, what's the point in struggling?
You're the one that willingly let me fuck you, you're the one that willingly submitted to me…"
"Stop it…" He murmured, in the dream and in reality.
"So what if you're all noble and virtuous? Didn't you still get dirtied by me in the end, didn't you still take me into your mouth and suck me off, didn't you still open your legs and let me fuck you, and wasn't what leaked out from between your legs my gift to you? Pure? Don't be stupid, that word's had nothing to do with you since the day you went to bed with me." "Stop talking…" Pure.
No longer.
Pride.
Ripped apart like his robes.
"You should see what you look like down here…" Mo Ran's gaze travelled down slowly, like a dagger eviscerating the person beneath, until his eyes landed on that quivering, clenched hole, still sticky with fluids and blood from their previous joining.
His eyes darkened and the jut of his throat bobbed as he swallowed, then he cursed under his breath and took his engorged cock in hand to push slowly back in past that twitching hole, stretching the quivering passage within ruthlessly open, inch by inch.
It was strange, but lost in his memories of that dream, it was almost as if Chu Wanning really could feel a thick, hard weapon of flesh tearing him apart, filling him…
Mo Ran sank all the way into him, so deep that his balls were pressed tightly against Chu Wanning's entrance, as if he wanted to shove them in too. The massive length filled him to his very limits, pulsating inside of him; he was sure that he wouldn't be able to take even the slightest bit more of the violation.
"Ah…" Was it within the dream, or in reality?
A moan finally escaped, jolting Chu Wanning out of his trance.
The mirage dissipated in an instant, fading away like mist.
The last thing he saw was Mo Ran driving into him, fast and rough, the two of them fucking almost frantically on the bed as he heard Mo Ran say, voice raw and heated between heavy breaths, "If you were a woman, you would've gotten knocked up long ago, the way I fuck you like this every day… heh, our child would be quite the abominable bastard, don't you think?" Shame, arousal; beastly desire, human nature.
Inside the inn, Chu Wanning turned over, trying to free himself of the filthy scene in his mind.
He felt wronged.
The rims of his eyes tinged red, he wondered—why was this happening?
He never used to have dreams like these. He'd never looked at anything he shouldn't, he'd never even seen any pornographic drawings, so why would he have such ridiculous, shameless dreams…What was he going to do if anyone were to ever find out?
The memories of that dream faded away, but the bed in the other room suddenly began to rock. Mo Ran had been working over his cock for quite a while already before Chu Wanning had even started, and the heat had been building up this whole time. Close to the edge now, he couldn't help stretching out his hips and jerking forward, and he'd gone so long without that he came with a low, guttural roar.
The stifled sound of that low roar went straight to Chu Wanning's loins. Eyes watery and red-rimmed, he stroked himself roughly, and followed suit soon enough, coming all over the bedding.
Never having experienced such an intense climax before, he couldn't help the low shout that tore itself from his throat as he came, gasping, "Nn...ahh…" Vision all blurry after release, Chu Wanning couldn't understand how he'd managed to fall into this sticky, messy love, just like this. Unable to summon any strength, it was all he could do to lie there, eyes defocused as he panted quietly for breath.
He rejected carnal desires.
But he'd fallen willingly in love.
When desire and love wove together, passions of the flesh suddenly seemed less unacceptable. And so this time had been different from that frustrating,
despairing time in Yuliang Village. He still felt the shame, but it was washed away by the tender feelings in his heart, covered up by the pleasure and arousal.
He suddenly wanted nothing more than for that wooden wall to vanish, for Mo Ran, sweat-soaked and panting like he was, to reach over and press his hot,
heaving chest against his back, to kiss his shoulders and along his neck.
Chu Wanning lay there limply, staring off into the distance. He thought that, if only that were so, then everything would be perfect.
He would be content.
Mo Ran got up early the next day.
This was Linyi, Chu Wanning wouldn't like the food here, and the inn didn't have much in the way of mild dishes either. So he went to the western market and bought some ingredients, intending to borrow the kitchen to personally cook some things for Shizun.
In this world, there were men who would pull out all the stops to woo someone, right up to cooking up a full banquet for breakfast, but who would give up and walk away at the first sign that it wasn't going to pan out—after all, there were so many beauties out there, why would they waste any time on someone they had no chance with?
But Mo Ran wasn't like that.
He'd spent two lifetimes chasing after Shi Mei.
He'd finally figured his own feelings out now, and also knew that he'd never be anything more than master and disciple with Chu Wanning in this lifetime, but day after day, he still wanted to be good to Chu Wanning.
To be perfectly aware that he couldn't do something but to go ahead and do it anyway—in this, he'd never changed, in life or in death.
"Gongzi, out shopping so early? Check out my fresh carrots, why not buy some?" "Gongzi, I have all sorts of jewelry here, bracelets, necklaces, hairpins, and accessories, you name it! They're all expertly crafted." "Come look come see, all kinds of spiritual stones and weapons, come come ——" Mo Ran was only going to get some groceries, but as he passed by a general store with his basket full of vegetables, he saw a bunch of pretty little trinkets laid out on a stand, of which one in particular caught his eye, and he found himself wandering unconsciously over.
There was another man at the stall, standing there with his hood pulled up as he looked over the glittering goods on display.
The man lifted a hand, revealing extremely pale but very smooth-skinned and pretty fingers beneath black sleeves. It was these delicate fingers that drew Mo Ran's attention.
Judging by the build, he'd originally thought that the person was a man, but then looking at the hand, they might actually be a woman instead.
Curiosity drove him to turn around to try and get a better look at their face,
but it was covered by a layer of black silk. All he could see was a pair of cold eyes, hidden in the shadow of the cloak's large hood and barely visible.
Their eyes met. Mo Ran smiled at the person out of habit.
The other person quickly pulled back the hand that was about to touch a spiritual stone on the stand. Out of the corner of his eyes, Mo Ran caught a glimpse of a ring on the person's thumb.
It had a silver serpent pattern with intricate scales.
He felt like he'd seen this serpent pattern somewhere before, and was just about to take a closer look, but that person had already tucked his hand back into his sleeve. He shot Mo Ran an indifferent glance, then turned and left without a word.
"What a weirdo…" Mo Ran muttered. But then again, Rufeng Sect's gongzi was getting married, and wedding invitations had been sent out en masse, and all sorts of peculiar people had been gathering in Linyi lately, so it wasn't actually all that strange to see someone cloaked up head-to-toe like that.
Just then, the windchimes hanging from the little store's back door rang, and the curtain lifted and dropped as the store's lady boss came out.
Mo Ran tossed the matter of the black-robed person out of his mind and pointed at an enchanted item on display, smiling as he asked, "How much is this one?"
[1] 丹霞山 Danxia Mountain