Evil Son: C07
CHAPTER SEVEN
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Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
The young man was tall in stature and had an fierce and arrogant air about him, it made Meng Fei unable to help jumping with fright. It was almost to the point where Meng Fei wondered if this young master was someone from the underworld who found himself at this boy's dormitory by mistake.
Strange.
Then, after Yu Jiang was done, his liρs arrived between his father's legs.
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
On the half kneeling Yu Jiang, the pillar of manhood between his own legs had long been standing firm. And seeing that large, hαrd, still slightly twitching member, Meng Fei could understand at once the true intensity of Yu Jiang's desire.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
Meng Fei, without making a sound, kept his scrutinizing gaze on that father-son pair; the more he looked, the greater his feelings grew of something being amiss. Right then, as Yu Jiang made his bed neatly, the eleventh nightly hour had arrived.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
Yu Jiang then went to throw away the water used to wash his father's face, and again returned with a basin of water, to perhaps be used to wash wash his feet.
And once more, Meng Fei was left shocked. The intimidating and ruthless glare Yu Jiang sent his father clearly said: Be good and sit right there. If you dare talk to that boy in secret, when I come back you're going to get it good...
Does Yu Jiang normally do this to his father when they're at home? How could a scholarly looking man willing bear being rαvαged by his son without even the slightest trace of resistance? Could it be that really does like being bedded by his son?
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
When he asked for his name, it really did turn out to be the same as his roommate's, Yu Jiang, and his his father.
"A cοndοm..."
When he asked for his name, it really did turn out to be the same as his roommate's, Yu Jiang, and his his father.
But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
Yu Jiang's bed was opposite Meng Fei's. He greeted Meng Fei without any expression, walking in with his suitcase, then got to arranging his bed. His callous and frosty disposition was far from in line with his movements, which were swift and nimble, causing Meng Fei to not stop himself from narrowing his eyes in shock.
Meng Fei's mind was left bewildered and full of suspicion, the sleepiness he one felt all gone in an instant.
To the side, Yu Jiang's father stood doing nothing. In the beginning, it seemed as though he wanted to help his son, but after being rudely pushed away by the younger man he could only helplessly watch his son's deft movements, or cast an embarrassed glance towards Meng Fei from time to time. The room was completely dusty, so with nowhere to sit, Yu Jiang's father could only continue standing.
But... it couldn't possibly be that...
Meng Fei was already flabbergasted as he stared, and currently, his lifeless gaze was only filled with the seared feet of Yu Jiang's father which were red and swollen, in addition to having shiny blisters covering each. Quite the contrast from his originally pale and beautiful feet, feet which were not at all like the feet of the average middle-aged man.
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
Meng Fei, fearing Yu Jiang and his father were not aware that the dormitory closed its gates at eleven, alerted them saying, "The gates here close at eleven! Uncle, you don't want to stay at a school dormitory, do you? You can't get out if it gets too late."
What the hell am I thinking?
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
Meng Fei kept staring in a daze. He knew he should look away from such a scene, but his eyes simply could not be moved!
Feeling sorry for him, Meng Fe igot up and went over to pull him, saying, "Uncle, you can come sit on my bed for a while."
But he wasn't at all the type to make trouble, and he always believed less trouble was better overall. So, at that moment, apart from returning a frost-laced gaze back at Yu Jiang, Meng Fei said nothing more and returned to his bed, turning on his lamp to read a book.
But as soon as his hand touched Yu Jiang's father's body, the older man was pulled away by Yu Jiang. "There's no need! Just let him stand!"
But with the look on Yu Jiang's face said to stay far away, Meng Fei couldn't easily say something again. Besides, Meng Fei was more than pissed off by Yu Jiang's rude attitude. Even if you look like a fсking gangster, you think I'm afraid of you?
He roared while pulling his father away, almost causing the man to stagger.
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
But... it couldn't possibly be that...
As he lifted his аѕѕ and lowered it slowly, Meng Fei could clearly see the secret hole lying between the man's chееks as it repeatedly swallοwеd his son's hοt, thίck lеngth. It was an action so οbscеne to behold Meng Fei's heart leapt madly to the point he felt himself felt out of breath.
But Meng Fei currently had no control over himself, and his eyes were practically fixed on this vivid scene. His breath also quickened, as he barely managed to restrain his desire.
Immediately, Yu Jiang's father visibly relaxed, a blush tainting his cheeks as he sent Meng Fei a smile.
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
"Ah!" His father cried out pitifully, but Yu Jing swiftly moved to block the man's mouth. "Why the hell are you yelling! Do you want to wake up that guy!"
Meng Fei's eyes widened in shock. He clearly saw the hand Yu Jiang used to grab his father's wrist squeeze his hand fiercely, obviously using a great deal of strength and forcing the older man to suck in his breath, yet he didn't utter a word. At that moment, Yu Jiang also shot his father an icy and ruthless glare; and that cultured, refined man—in an instant—had his face erupt in a pitiful blush, then shamefully turned his face from his son's ferocious and reproachful gaze.
Meng Fei screamed internally how it was sick and disgusting, but he couldn't restrain his own desire to watch. It was to the point where he was more excited than the two currently ίntoxίcαted in the act of loνe-making. But then he saw Yu Jiang's father anxiously twίst his body, waving his hands in an attempt to push Yu Jiang away. "No... don't!"
In the end, Yu Jiang turned back, continuing to make his bed.
Prompting Yu Jiang to grab his father, turning them both around, leaning his own back on the bed and making his father straddle him.
"A cοndοm..."
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
Meng Fei's mind was left bewildered and full of suspicion, the sleepiness he one felt all gone in an instant.
Probably realising Meng Fei was looking at him, Yu Jiang's father blushed, seemingly wanting to resist, but an intimidating glare from Yu Jiang immediately forced him into submission.
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
The sentence was spat with frost, and Yu Jiang folded his arms across his chest.
Is he really going to do it?
He roared while pulling his father away, almost causing the man to stagger.
Prompting Yu Jiang to grab his father, turning them both around, leaning his own back on the bed and making his father straddle him.
Yu Jiang's father lowered his head timidly.
Strange.
He then noticed How slim the man's shoulder's were, so much so, that anyone who takes them into their arms would inevitably feel pity towards them... protective.
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
But Meng Fei currently had no control over himself, and his eyes were practically fixed on this vivid scene. His breath also quickened, as he barely managed to restrain his desire.
This man... is actually making love with his son...
But... him with his son... how could I describe it?
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Hearing this, Yu Jiang's father's face stiffened, but he never said a word.
Really strange.
Yu Jiang's father kept moving by himself for a while, but he appeared to have little physical strength, and could only hold onto Yu Jiang. So supporting himself by leaning on his son's sturdy chest, he reluctantly continued his rising and falling motion.
The young man was tall in stature and had an fierce and arrogant air about him, it made Meng Fei unable to help jumping with fright. It was almost to the point where Meng Fei wondered if this young master was someone from the underworld who found himself at this boy's dormitory by mistake.
Yu Jiang seemed to have not heard him clearly.
Yu Jiang's attitude and treatment of his father was strange. It wasn't the normal attitude a son would have towards his father at all! It was more like, um... more like how some gangster would treat those women who come and go at their every beck and call.
He watched as Yu Jiang placed the basin of hot water beside the bed, then kept watching as the younger man crouched down and began undoing his father's shoes and removing his socks. His father had squirmed uncomfortably, but a firm glare by Yu Jiang had again made him not dare move an inch. Following this, Meng Fei jcould only just stare in astonishment as Yu Jiang placed his father's bare feet into the basin of hot water.
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
The sentence was spat with frost, and Yu Jiang folded his arms across his chest.
Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
Meng Fei kept staring in a daze. He knew he should look away from such a scene, but his eyes simply could not be moved!
This man... is actually making love with his son...
"Don't want to move? Do you want to get beaten?" the man below threatened.
Under the moonlight, a string of large purple bruises littered over the body of Yu Jiang's father were illuminated.
As the Young Master Meng Fei, and a young modern man possessing a healthy mind and body, he has had his way with a countless women, so there was no way he could not know what was being done to cause those moans.
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
Meng Fei thought resentfully, but he still looked on at the sigght of the son pressing his father down, where the boy then spat venomously, "Hmph! You think I didn't see it earlier? You like that boy, don't you? Last night, you wanted to seduce him, right? You—you lascivious water demon!"
Yu Jiang's father looked are his son pitifully for a long time, and hen he realised there was no trace of emotion in the younger man's slender and frigid eyes, he understood his son would never forgive him if he didn't do as he said. So, with a tear-filled eyes, he tremblingly held on to the sturdy chest of his son while gradually trying to move his lower body.
"What?"
But all Yu Jiang did was coldly ask, "I'm so to help you wash your feet, yet you dare complain about hating this and that?"
Hearing this, Yu Jiang's father's face stiffened, but he never said a word.
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
His father was scalded so badly he almost broke into tears, his body twisting desperately to pull his feet from the boiling water. But his son held hm firmly in place, making all his struggling efforts futile.
But the room was bright, and there was nothing at all there. Even if there was something, Meng Fei and Yu Jiang were both two young men with towering frames over one hundred and eighty-five centimetres in height. All in all, here was no reason for him to fear at all.
His father was scalded so badly he almost broke into tears, his body twisting desperately to pull his feet from the boiling water. But his son held hm firmly in place, making all his struggling efforts futile.
Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
Really, really strange!
Meng Fei witnessed it all with fixed eyes and resounding amazement. His heart pounded so severely it possibly thumped about a hundred and twenty times per minute!
Meng Fei, without making a sound, kept his scrutinizing gaze on that father-son pair; the more he looked, the greater his feelings grew of something being amiss. Right then, as Yu Jiang made his bed neatly, the eleventh nightly hour had arrived.
Quietly, he pulled open the blanket covering his head and peeked through the mosquito net, the moon shone brightly and illuminated the two male tαngled forms on that bed. They were nαked, the two of them, blanket and clothes were long stripped and tossed onto the floor.
Meng Fei, fearing Yu Jiang and his father were not aware that the dormitory closed its gates at eleven, alerted them saying, "The gates here close at eleven! Uncle, you don't want to stay at a school dormitory, do you? You can't get out if it gets too late."
Really, really strange!
Meng Fei, fearing Yu Jiang and his father were not aware that the dormitory closed its gates at eleven, alerted them saying, "The gates here close at eleven! Uncle, you don't want to stay at a school dormitory, do you? You can't get out if it gets too late."
When Yu Jiang lifted his face, his lips were covered in thick, white drops of nectar—it looked especially obscene. And despite his father's flushed and shame-filled face, the man still kept his weak legs spread open, that place between soaked from the non-stop flow of honey.
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
......
Hearing this, Yu Jiang's father's face stiffened, but he never said a word.
As he lifted his аѕѕ and lowered it slowly, Meng Fei could clearly see the secret hole lying between the man's chееks as it repeatedly swallοwеd his son's hοt, thίck lеngth. It was an action so οbscеne to behold Meng Fei's heart leapt madly to the point he felt himself felt out of breath.
A sudden thought gave Meng Fei such a fearful start, it almost squeezed all the blood from his heart.
"Move for yourself."
He watched as Yu Jiang placed the basin of hot water beside the bed, then kept watching as the younger man crouched down and began undoing his father's shoes and removing his socks. His father had squirmed uncomfortably, but a firm glare by Yu Jiang had again made him not dare move an inch. Following this, Meng Fei jcould only just stare in astonishment as Yu Jiang placed his father's bare feet into the basin of hot water.
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
It was actually Yu Jiang who looked at Meng Fei dangerously as he spat, "He's not leaving!" The cold look in his eyes spelling out his meaning: Mind your own damn business!
Hearing this, Yu Jiang's father's face stiffened, but he never said a word.
Yu Jiang twisted the washcloth, pulled off his father's glasses then began roughly wiping the man's face. But even though he was rough, he was still quite thorough, making sure to wipe his father's nose and behind his ears.
Yu Jiang gnawed and sυⅽked all over his father's upper half, and they were quite forceful, not at all seeming like kisses, but instead resembled the actions of someone trying to bite something they wanted to swallow. Not only did his father repeated beg pitifully from the pain, Meng Fei also witnessed the older man's body break out in a cold sweat.
Meng Fei thought resentfully, but he still looked on at the sigght of the son pressing his father down, where the boy then spat venomously, "Hmph! You think I didn't see it earlier? You like that boy, don't you? Last night, you wanted to seduce him, right? You—you lascivious water demon!"
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Meng Fei thought resentfully, but he still looked on at the sigght of the son pressing his father down, where the boy then spat venomously, "Hmph! You think I didn't see it earlier? You like that boy, don't you? Last night, you wanted to seduce him, right? You—you lascivious water demon!"
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
Meng Fei felt his own temper begin to flare, becoming shocked in the instant as he wondered: Not leaving? Are Yu Jiang and his father planning to sleep here tonight in the same bed?
"Don't want to move? Do you want to get beaten?" the man below threatened.
Seriously... Lost in his thoughts for a moment, when Meng Fei recovered his senses he laid eyes on Yu Jiang flipping his father, making him bend over in prostration, before inserting his finger deep into the those now upwards facing mounds.
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
After saying that, he stretch his legs to climb off the bed, but then he stopped and said, "Oh yeah, we're already used up all the condoms. Forget it, then. I'll spare you tonight."
The beds in the student's dormitory are single beds, and these single beds can only be said to have more than enough room to sleep only for boys with stunted growth. For boys with tall bodies like Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, it could already be said to be crowded, let alone for two grown men. What's more, despite Yu Jiang's father looking timid and weak, he was still tall and slim, and the partner's size couldn't be ignored.
The young man was tall in stature and had an fierce and arrogant air about him, it made Meng Fei unable to help jumping with fright. It was almost to the point where Meng Fei wondered if this young master was someone from the underworld who found himself at this boy's dormitory by mistake.
But with the look on Yu Jiang's face said to stay far away, Meng Fei couldn't easily say something again. Besides, Meng Fei was more than pissed off by Yu Jiang's rude attitude. Even if you look like a fсking gangster, you think I'm afraid of you?
A sudden thought gave Meng Fei such a fearful start, it almost squeezed all the blood from his heart.
Yu Jiang's father lowered his head timidly.
iana: Next chapter is kinda long and has smut too, yay... Anyhow, those thin dormitory walls are either succeeding at their job, or failing miserably. One weird thing that has been nagging me (plot aside) is what angle Meng Fei is watching from. The man has panoramic smut vision (ಠಿ_ಠ
Really, really strange!
But all Yu Jiang did was coldly ask, "I'm so to help you wash your feet, yet you dare complain about hating this and that?"
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
But he wasn't at all the type to make trouble, and he always believed less trouble was better overall. So, at that moment, apart from returning a frost-laced gaze back at Yu Jiang, Meng Fei said nothing more and returned to his bed, turning on his lamp to read a book.
As Meng Fei stared, upon noticing the faint quiver of the older man's shoulders, for some reason, Meng Fei felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
Meng Fei felt his own temper begin to flare, becoming shocked in the instant as he wondered: Not leaving? Are Yu Jiang and his father planning to sleep here tonight in the same bed?
His eyes were clear and dark, brimming with pure sincerity as they stubbornly stared at Meng Fei. It appeared as though he had no intention of giving up until Meng Fei forgave his son.
Yu Jiang appeared furious. His grip on his father's waist tightened, and his thrυѕtѕ were hard and crude. The older man's waist was held high, his rear forced to hold the scorching lеngth of his son's ⅽoⅽk, as only his head and chest were allowed to rest on the bed. Such a posture probably increased his suffering. Yet with his hands balling the sheets, and holding back sobs, he only pleaded weakly, "G-gently... g-gentle... or he'll wake up..."
Not knowing why, Meng Fei felt his heart move. He felt that this man was completely different from his rude son, and had a good feeling about him. So, without realising it, he smiled faintly, and indicated to the older man everything was alright.
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
This man... is actually making love with his son...
Quietly, he pulled open the blanket covering his head and peeked through the mosquito net, the moon shone brightly and illuminated the two male tαngled forms on that bed. They were nαked, the two of them, blanket and clothes were long stripped and tossed onto the floor.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Meng Fei witnessed it all with fixed eyes and resounding amazement. His heart pounded so severely it possibly thumped about a hundred and twenty times per minute!
Immediately, Yu Jiang's father visibly relaxed, a blush tainting his cheeks as he sent Meng Fei a smile.
Not even allowing your father to talk to boys in the dormitory? What is that?
Feeling sorry for him, Meng Fe igot up and went over to pull him, saying, "Uncle, you can come sit on my bed for a while."
In the middle of the night, Meng Fei was jolted awake after hearing a strange sound.
At this, Meng Fei couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat, nor the daze which overtook him as he gazed at that fair smiling he couldn't tear his eyes from. It took him a moment before he realised he has lost himself. Shocked, he hurriedly picked up his book to block his gaze, no longer looking at Yu Jiang's father.
In a flat tone displaying an utter lack of feeling, Yu Jiang added, "You're this old, yet you're still crying like this in front of your son and his classmate. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Meng Fei, fearing Yu Jiang and his father were not aware that the dormitory closed its gates at eleven, alerted them saying, "The gates here close at eleven! Uncle, you don't want to stay at a school dormitory, do you? You can't get out if it gets too late."
On the half kneeling Yu Jiang, the pillar of manhood between his own legs had long been standing firm. And seeing that large, hαrd, still slightly twitching member, Meng Fei could understand at once the true intensity of Yu Jiang's desire.
But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
......
On the half kneeling Yu Jiang, the pillar of manhood between his own legs had long been standing firm. And seeing that large, hαrd, still slightly twitching member, Meng Fei could understand at once the true intensity of Yu Jiang's desire.
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
But... him with his son... how could I describe it?
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
No matter how you looked at it, it was shady...
Yu Jiang's father, being scalded by the water, yanked his feet from his son's hands, startled. There was no need to explain that the water was absolutely scalding hot, either. Because Meng Fei, himself, saw Yu Jiang pour the hot water directly from the water bottle into the basin—without adding a drop of cold water to cool it!
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
Yu Jiang twisted the washcloth, pulled off his father's glasses then began roughly wiping the man's face. But even though he was rough, he was still quite thorough, making sure to wipe his father's nose and behind his ears.
"Don't want to move? Do you want to get beaten?" the man below threatened.
Sure enough, the bed creaked due the excessive force employed by Yu Jiang.
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
Meng Fei wanted to go back to sleep, but what happened next made him almost break his glasses.
But, in response, Yu Jiang simply grabbed his father's feet once more, and forced them back into the boiling water—with absolute force, and absolute cruelty.
"Too hot!"
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
Probably realising Meng Fei was looking at him, Yu Jiang's father blushed, seemingly wanting to resist, but an intimidating glare from Yu Jiang immediately forced him into submission.
But Meng Fei currently had no control over himself, and his eyes were practically fixed on this vivid scene. His breath also quickened, as he barely managed to restrain his desire.
But with the look on Yu Jiang's face said to stay far away, Meng Fei couldn't easily say something again. Besides, Meng Fei was more than pissed off by Yu Jiang's rude attitude. Even if you look like a fсking gangster, you think I'm afraid of you?
As he rudely grabbed the water bottle, he gave his father a threatening stare, then turned to Meng Fei and shot him a glare.
Meng Fei, fearing Yu Jiang and his father were not aware that the dormitory closed its gates at eleven, alerted them saying, "The gates here close at eleven! Uncle, you don't want to stay at a school dormitory, do you? You can't get out if it gets too late."
Yu Jiang is washing his father's face!
As a result, Meng Fei deliberately started conversing with him, and the older man only gave his vague approval, while constantly keeping a fearful watch on the door as if he feared his sone would return and see him.
Meng Fei kept staring in a daze. He knew he should look away from such a scene, but his eyes simply could not be moved!
Meng Fei witnessed it all with fixed eyes and resounding amazement. His heart pounded so severely it possibly thumped about a hundred and twenty times per minute!
"A cοndοm..."
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
Yu Jiang's father lowered his head timidly.
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
And once more, Meng Fei was left shocked. The intimidating and ruthless glare Yu Jiang sent his father clearly said: Be good and sit right there. If you dare talk to that boy in secret, when I come back you're going to get it good...
Immediately, Yu Jiang's father visibly relaxed, a blush tainting his cheeks as he sent Meng Fei a smile.
It sounded like pain-filled sobs, followed by bliss-filled groan, and suppressed moans. Despite them being hushed, it was enough to make every hair on Meng Fei's body stand on end.
Meng Fei, without making a sound, kept his scrutinizing gaze on that father-son pair; the more he looked, the greater his feelings grew of something being amiss. Right then, as Yu Jiang made his bed neatly, the eleventh nightly hour had arrived.
But as soon as his hand touched Yu Jiang's father's body, the older man was pulled away by Yu Jiang. "There's no need! Just let him stand!"
As he rudely grabbed the water bottle, he gave his father a threatening stare, then turned to Meng Fei and shot him a glare.
What even is this?
But Yu Jiang only spat coldly, "You've been doing this for so long yet it still hurts? Quit acting like a vιrgin, and shut the hell up!" After saying this, he shoved his fιngers into that hole more ferociously, forcing the man to let out a burst of painful wails.
Yu Jiang's attitude and treatment of his father was strange. It wasn't the normal attitude a son would have towards his father at all! It was more like, um... more like how some gangster would treat those women who come and go at their every beck and call.
Yu Jiang appeared furious. His grip on his father's waist tightened, and his thrυѕtѕ were hard and crude. The older man's waist was held high, his rear forced to hold the scorching lеngth of his son's ⅽoⅽk, as only his head and chest were allowed to rest on the bed. Such a posture probably increased his suffering. Yet with his hands balling the sheets, and holding back sobs, he only pleaded weakly, "G-gently... g-gentle... or he'll wake up..."
His eyes were clear and dark, brimming with pure sincerity as they stubbornly stared at Meng Fei. It appeared as though he had no intention of giving up until Meng Fei forgave his son.
His eyes were clear and dark, brimming with pure sincerity as they stubbornly stared at Meng Fei. It appeared as though he had no intention of giving up until Meng Fei forgave his son.
Yu Jiang appeared furious. His grip on his father's waist tightened, and his thrυѕtѕ were hard and crude. The older man's waist was held high, his rear forced to hold the scorching lеngth of his son's ⅽoⅽk, as only his head and chest were allowed to rest on the bed. Such a posture probably increased his suffering. Yet with his hands balling the sheets, and holding back sobs, he only pleaded weakly, "G-gently... g-gentle... or he'll wake up..."
But the room was bright, and there was nothing at all there. Even if there was something, Meng Fei and Yu Jiang were both two young men with towering frames over one hundred and eighty-five centimetres in height. All in all, here was no reason for him to fear at all.
Not even allowing your father to talk to boys in the dormitory? What is that?
Meng Fei was already flabbergasted as he stared, and currently, his lifeless gaze was only filled with the seared feet of Yu Jiang's father which were red and swollen, in addition to having shiny blisters covering each. Quite the contrast from his originally pale and beautiful feet, feet which were not at all like the feet of the average middle-aged man.
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
Under the moonlight, a string of large purple bruises littered over the body of Yu Jiang's father were illuminated.
Really, really strange!
Strange.
It's just too freaking strange. His heart stricken with amazement, Meng Fei observed Yu Jiang's father carefully. All the other man did was sit there on his son's bed absent-mindedly, not at all uttering a word.
Pregnant... as in, with child? ...Good god, Yu Jiang... this father and son pair, are complete perverts! Do they usually flirt like this? How can a man possible get another man pregnant? Let alone a father being impregnated by his own son...
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
As a result, Meng Fei deliberately started conversing with him, and the older man only gave his vague approval, while constantly keeping a fearful watch on the door as if he feared his sone would return and see him.
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
After a few minutes, Yu Jiang did return.
No matter how you looked at it, it was shady...
On the half kneeling Yu Jiang, the pillar of manhood between his own legs had long been standing firm. And seeing that large, hαrd, still slightly twitching member, Meng Fei could understand at once the true intensity of Yu Jiang's desire.
Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
Prompting Yu Jiang to grab his father, turning them both around, leaning his own back on the bed and making his father straddle him.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
Meng Fei wanted to go back to sleep, but what happened next made him almost break his glasses.
But all Yu Jiang did was coldly ask, "I'm so to help you wash your feet, yet you dare complain about hating this and that?"
Yu Jiang is washing his father's face!
"Yu Jiang, hot—it's really hot!"
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
What the hell am I thinking?
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
"Don't, what?"
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
Yu Jiang twisted the washcloth, pulled off his father's glasses then began roughly wiping the man's face. But even though he was rough, he was still quite thorough, making sure to wipe his father's nose and behind his ears.
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
Having been hit directly on his ρεnίs by his father's flailing hands, Yu Jiamg hissed in pain then fiercely pinched the other man's cheek.
Meng Fei felt his own temper begin to flare, becoming shocked in the instant as he wondered: Not leaving? Are Yu Jiang and his father planning to sleep here tonight in the same bed?
It's just too freaking strange. His heart stricken with amazement, Meng Fei observed Yu Jiang's father carefully. All the other man did was sit there on his son's bed absent-mindedly, not at all uttering a word.
Probably realising Meng Fei was looking at him, Yu Jiang's father blushed, seemingly wanting to resist, but an intimidating glare from Yu Jiang immediately forced him into submission.
Could it really be... Yu Jiang and his father... How could this be?
Meng Fei felt his own temper begin to flare, becoming shocked in the instant as he wondered: Not leaving? Are Yu Jiang and his father planning to sleep here tonight in the same bed?
The young man was tall in stature and had an fierce and arrogant air about him, it made Meng Fei unable to help jumping with fright. It was almost to the point where Meng Fei wondered if this young master was someone from the underworld who found himself at this boy's dormitory by mistake.
Could it really be... Yu Jiang and his father... How could this be?
Really strange.
Yu Jiang then went to throw away the water used to wash his father's face, and again returned with a basin of water, to perhaps be used to wash wash his feet.
At this, Meng Fei couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat, nor the daze which overtook him as he gazed at that fair smiling he couldn't tear his eyes from. It took him a moment before he realised he has lost himself. Shocked, he hurriedly picked up his book to block his gaze, no longer looking at Yu Jiang's father.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
Meng Fei opened to door to see beyond it a male student and a middle-aged man carrying luggage. The seemed to be a father and son pair.
But Meng Fei currently had no control over himself, and his eyes were practically fixed on this vivid scene. His breath also quickened, as he barely managed to restrain his desire.
Yu Jiang gnawed and sυⅽked all over his father's upper half, and they were quite forceful, not at all seeming like kisses, but instead resembled the actions of someone trying to bite something they wanted to swallow. Not only did his father repeated beg pitifully from the pain, Meng Fei also witnessed the older man's body break out in a cold sweat.
Quietly, he pulled open the blanket covering his head and peeked through the mosquito net, the moon shone brightly and illuminated the two male tαngled forms on that bed. They were nαked, the two of them, blanket and clothes were long stripped and tossed onto the floor.
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
Sure enough, the bed creaked due the excessive force employed by Yu Jiang.
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
But before his thought could be completed, his jaw fell open.
Meng Fei kept staring in a daze. He knew he should look away from such a scene, but his eyes simply could not be moved!
He watched as Yu Jiang placed the basin of hot water beside the bed, then kept watching as the younger man crouched down and began undoing his father's shoes and removing his socks. His father had squirmed uncomfortably, but a firm glare by Yu Jiang had again made him not dare move an inch. Following this, Meng Fei jcould only just stare in astonishment as Yu Jiang placed his father's bare feet into the basin of hot water.
Is he really going to do it?
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
iana: Next chapter is kinda long and has smut too, yay... Anyhow, those thin dormitory walls are either succeeding at their job, or failing miserably. One weird thing that has been nagging me (plot aside) is what angle Meng Fei is watching from. The man has panoramic smut vision (ಠಿ_ಠ
"What the hell are you trying to do?! You hit my dίϲk! If it breaks, how am I supposed fυϲk a woman in the future, huh?"
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
Feeling sorry for him, Meng Fe igot up and went over to pull him, saying, "Uncle, you can come sit on my bed for a while."
He then noticed How slim the man's shoulder's were, so much so, that anyone who takes them into their arms would inevitably feel pity towards them... protective.
"Too hot!"
"Xiao Jiang..." the other man pleaded.
How could a son hold such a strong sexual desires towards his own father? Is that what Yu Jiang wants to insert into his father's body?
A sudden thought gave Meng Fei such a fearful start, it almost squeezed all the blood from his heart.
Strange.
Yu Jiang's father looked are his son pitifully for a long time, and hen he realised there was no trace of emotion in the younger man's slender and frigid eyes, he understood his son would never forgive him if he didn't do as he said. So, with a tear-filled eyes, he tremblingly held on to the sturdy chest of his son while gradually trying to move his lower body.
Yu Jiang's father, being scalded by the water, yanked his feet from his son's hands, startled. There was no need to explain that the water was absolutely scalding hot, either. Because Meng Fei, himself, saw Yu Jiang pour the hot water directly from the water bottle into the basin—without adding a drop of cold water to cool it!
As he rudely grabbed the water bottle, he gave his father a threatening stare, then turned to Meng Fei and shot him a glare.
But all Yu Jiang did was coldly ask, "I'm so to help you wash your feet, yet you dare complain about hating this and that?"
Really, really strange!
Quietly, he pulled open the blanket covering his head and peeked through the mosquito net, the moon shone brightly and illuminated the two male tαngled forms on that bed. They were nαked, the two of them, blanket and clothes were long stripped and tossed onto the floor.
No matter how you looked at it, it was shady...
But, in response, Yu Jiang simply grabbed his father's feet once more, and forced them back into the boiling water—with absolute force, and absolute cruelty.
Yu Jiang then went to throw away the water used to wash his father's face, and again returned with a basin of water, to perhaps be used to wash wash his feet.
He impaled the man below him, even more intensely and deeply after saying this, it was not polite in the slightest! As a result, both of the older man's legs trembled in pain, but he did not dare let out any moans, the only sounds escaping him being the faint whispers of his refute. "No... I never..."
"Move for yourself."
"Yu Jiang, hot—it's really hot!"
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
Does Yu Jiang normally do this to his father when they're at home? How could a scholarly looking man willing bear being rαvαged by his son without even the slightest trace of resistance? Could it be that really does like being bedded by his son?
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
His father was scalded so badly he almost broke into tears, his body twisting desperately to pull his feet from the boiling water. But his son held hm firmly in place, making all his struggling efforts futile.
"What?"
But all Yu Jiang did was coldly ask, "I'm so to help you wash your feet, yet you dare complain about hating this and that?"
It's just too freaking strange. His heart stricken with amazement, Meng Fei observed Yu Jiang's father carefully. All the other man did was sit there on his son's bed absent-mindedly, not at all uttering a word.
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
But with the look on Yu Jiang's face said to stay far away, Meng Fei couldn't easily say something again. Besides, Meng Fei was more than pissed off by Yu Jiang's rude attitude. Even if you look like a fсking gangster, you think I'm afraid of you?
Meng Fei wanted to go back to sleep, but what happened next made him almost break his glasses.
As he spoke, he shoved his father's feet even further into the scalding water. The older man's entire body convulsed in pain,
His eyes were clear and dark, brimming with pure sincerity as they stubbornly stared at Meng Fei. It appeared as though he had no intention of giving up until Meng Fei forgave his son.
In a flat tone displaying an utter lack of feeling, Yu Jiang added, "You're this old, yet you're still crying like this in front of your son and his classmate. Aren't you embarrassed?"
But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
In a flat tone displaying an utter lack of feeling, Yu Jiang added, "You're this old, yet you're still crying like this in front of your son and his classmate. Aren't you embarrassed?"
But the room was bright, and there was nothing at all there. Even if there was something, Meng Fei and Yu Jiang were both two young men with towering frames over one hundred and eighty-five centimetres in height. All in all, here was no reason for him to fear at all.
Really, really strange!
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
Meng Fei gave himself a start, and Yu Jiang had returned from the balcony. Meng Fei watched as Yu Jiang then coldly shoved his father by the shoulder. "Sleep! Why are you still sitting there! Seriously!"
When Yu Jiang lifted his face, his lips were covered in thick, white drops of nectar—it looked especially obscene. And despite his father's flushed and shame-filled face, the man still kept his weak legs spread open, that place between soaked from the non-stop flow of honey.
Meng Fei was... stunned beyond stunned.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
A sudden thought gave Meng Fei such a fearful start, it almost squeezed all the blood from his heart.
But... it couldn't possibly be that...
His father was scalded so badly he almost broke into tears, his body twisting desperately to pull his feet from the boiling water. But his son held hm firmly in place, making all his struggling efforts futile.
Yu Jiang chuckled, then turned to pour out the hot water that had probably now run cold.
Meng Fei was... stunned beyond stunned.
Yu Jiang's father kept moving by himself for a while, but he appeared to have little physical strength, and could only hold onto Yu Jiang. So supporting himself by leaning on his son's sturdy chest, he reluctantly continued his rising and falling motion.
His eyes were clear and dark, brimming with pure sincerity as they stubbornly stared at Meng Fei. It appeared as though he had no intention of giving up until Meng Fei forgave his son.
Meng Fei was already flabbergasted as he stared, and currently, his lifeless gaze was only filled with the seared feet of Yu Jiang's father which were red and swollen, in addition to having shiny blisters covering each. Quite the contrast from his originally pale and beautiful feet, feet which were not at all like the feet of the average middle-aged man.
But the room was bright, and there was nothing at all there. Even if there was something, Meng Fei and Yu Jiang were both two young men with towering frames over one hundred and eighty-five centimetres in height. All in all, here was no reason for him to fear at all.
Meng Fei, fearing Yu Jiang and his father were not aware that the dormitory closed its gates at eleven, alerted them saying, "The gates here close at eleven! Uncle, you don't want to stay at a school dormitory, do you? You can't get out if it gets too late."
"What the hell are you trying to do?! You hit my dίϲk! If it breaks, how am I supposed fυϲk a woman in the future, huh?"
The beds in the student's dormitory are single beds, and these single beds can only be said to have more than enough room to sleep only for boys with stunted growth. For boys with tall bodies like Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, it could already be said to be crowded, let alone for two grown men. What's more, despite Yu Jiang's father looking timid and weak, he was still tall and slim, and the partner's size couldn't be ignored.
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As Meng Fei stared, upon noticing the faint quiver of the older man's shoulders, for some reason, Meng Fei felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
Yu Jiang is washing his father's face!
"Don't, what?"
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
Having been hit directly on his ρεnίs by his father's flailing hands, Yu Jiamg hissed in pain then fiercely pinched the other man's cheek.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Angry, he slapped his father across the face. The older man, with eyes full of tears, held on to the cheek slapped by his son and pleaded in a whisper. "Cοndοms..."
Meng Fei was already flabbergasted as he stared, and currently, his lifeless gaze was only filled with the seared feet of Yu Jiang's father which were red and swollen, in addition to having shiny blisters covering each. Quite the contrast from his originally pale and beautiful feet, feet which were not at all like the feet of the average middle-aged man.
He then noticed How slim the man's shoulder's were, so much so, that anyone who takes them into their arms would inevitably feel pity towards them... protective.
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
Does Yu Jiang normally do this to his father when they're at home? How could a scholarly looking man willing bear being rαvαged by his son without even the slightest trace of resistance? Could it be that really does like being bedded by his son?
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
"Xiao Jiang..." the other man pleaded.
In the end, Yu Jiang turned back, continuing to make his bed.
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
No matter how you looked at it, it was shady...
What the hell am I thinking?
What even is this?
Meng Fei gave himself a start, and Yu Jiang had returned from the balcony. Meng Fei watched as Yu Jiang then coldly shoved his father by the shoulder. "Sleep! Why are you still sitting there! Seriously!"
This man... is actually making love with his son...
But before his thought could be completed, his jaw fell open.
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
"Ah!" His father cried out pitifully, but Yu Jing swiftly moved to block the man's mouth. "Why the hell are you yelling! Do you want to wake up that guy!"
Not knowing why, Meng Fei felt his heart move. He felt that this man was completely different from his rude son, and had a good feeling about him. So, without realising it, he smiled faintly, and indicated to the older man everything was alright.
Sure enough, the bed creaked due the excessive force employed by Yu Jiang.
Meng Fei gave himself a start, and Yu Jiang had returned from the balcony. Meng Fei watched as Yu Jiang then coldly shoved his father by the shoulder. "Sleep! Why are you still sitting there! Seriously!"
......
But the man's refusal was clearly too weak, because Yu Jiang's muscular arms held him tightly from under his arms, while the younger man's stυurdy thίghs were pressed between his own. When Yu Jiang finally released his lίps, the older man gαsped hurriedly to retrieve his breath. Yu Jiang then turned his attention to the slίm heaving ⅽhest of the man below him, nimbly capturing those flushed pomegranate-like bυmps with his lips, and because of this sυⅽking, a languid, ίntoxicαting moαn now escaped him.
And once more, Meng Fei was left shocked. The intimidating and ruthless glare Yu Jiang sent his father clearly said: Be good and sit right there. If you dare talk to that boy in secret, when I come back you're going to get it good...
In the middle of the night, Meng Fei was jolted awake after hearing a strange sound.
But... him with his son... how could I describe it?
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
"Yu Jiang, hot—it's really hot!"
It sounded like pain-filled sobs, followed by bliss-filled groan, and suppressed moans. Despite them being hushed, it was enough to make every hair on Meng Fei's body stand on end.
He roared while pulling his father away, almost causing the man to stagger.
Having been hit directly on his ρεnίs by his father's flailing hands, Yu Jiamg hissed in pain then fiercely pinched the other man's cheek.
Meng Fei screamed internally how it was sick and disgusting, but he couldn't restrain his own desire to watch. It was to the point where he was more excited than the two currently ίntoxίcαted in the act of loνe-making. But then he saw Yu Jiang's father anxiously twίst his body, waving his hands in an attempt to push Yu Jiang away. "No... don't!"
As the Young Master Meng Fei, and a young modern man possessing a healthy mind and body, he has had his way with a countless women, so there was no way he could not know what was being done to cause those moans.
After a few minutes, Yu Jiang did return.
......
Meng Fei's eyes widened in shock. He clearly saw the hand Yu Jiang used to grab his father's wrist squeeze his hand fiercely, obviously using a great deal of strength and forcing the older man to suck in his breath, yet he didn't utter a word. At that moment, Yu Jiang also shot his father an icy and ruthless glare; and that cultured, refined man—in an instant—had his face erupt in a pitiful blush, then shamefully turned his face from his son's ferocious and reproachful gaze.
But... it couldn't possibly be that...
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
A sudden thought gave Meng Fei such a fearful start, it almost squeezed all the blood from his heart.
Meng Fei gave himself a start, and Yu Jiang had returned from the balcony. Meng Fei watched as Yu Jiang then coldly shoved his father by the shoulder. "Sleep! Why are you still sitting there! Seriously!"
A sudden thought gave Meng Fei such a fearful start, it almost squeezed all the blood from his heart.
In the middle of the night, Meng Fei was jolted awake after hearing a strange sound.
No matter how you looked at it, it was shady...
Yu Jiang's father kept moving by himself for a while, but he appeared to have little physical strength, and could only hold onto Yu Jiang. So supporting himself by leaning on his son's sturdy chest, he reluctantly continued his rising and falling motion.
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
"A cοndοm..."
"A cοndοm..."
Meng Fei thought resentfully, but he still looked on at the sigght of the son pressing his father down, where the boy then spat venomously, "Hmph! You think I didn't see it earlier? You like that boy, don't you? Last night, you wanted to seduce him, right? You—you lascivious water demon!"
Could it really be... Yu Jiang and his father... How could this be?
"What the hell are you trying to do?! You hit my dίϲk! If it breaks, how am I supposed fυϲk a woman in the future, huh?"
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
It's just too freaking strange. His heart stricken with amazement, Meng Fei observed Yu Jiang's father carefully. All the other man did was sit there on his son's bed absent-mindedly, not at all uttering a word.
A man's body was not the same as a woman's, women can secrete lυbrιcation. But, naturally, regardless of how many times one does it, direct entry will always result in pain. Even though Meng Fei had never done a man, as a veteran in sedυcing women, such things were known. But Yu Jiang never had the though of even lυbrιcating his father in that moment, and was positioning his heated member then directly entered.
What the hell am I thinking?
Quietly, he pulled open the blanket covering his head and peeked through the mosquito net, the moon shone brightly and illuminated the two male tαngled forms on that bed. They were nαked, the two of them, blanket and clothes were long stripped and tossed onto the floor.
But as soon as his hand touched Yu Jiang's father's body, the older man was pulled away by Yu Jiang. "There's no need! Just let him stand!"
"What the hell are you trying to do?! You hit my dίϲk! If it breaks, how am I supposed fυϲk a woman in the future, huh?"
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After a few minutes, Yu Jiang did return.
As he lifted his аѕѕ and lowered it slowly, Meng Fei could clearly see the secret hole lying between the man's chееks as it repeatedly swallοwеd his son's hοt, thίck lеngth. It was an action so οbscеne to behold Meng Fei's heart leapt madly to the point he felt himself felt out of breath.
But the man's refusal was clearly too weak, because Yu Jiang's muscular arms held him tightly from under his arms, while the younger man's stυurdy thίghs were pressed between his own. When Yu Jiang finally released his lίps, the older man gαsped hurriedly to retrieve his breath. Yu Jiang then turned his attention to the slίm heaving ⅽhest of the man below him, nimbly capturing those flushed pomegranate-like bυmps with his lips, and because of this sυⅽking, a languid, ίntoxicαting moαn now escaped him.
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
And once more, Meng Fei was left shocked. The intimidating and ruthless glare Yu Jiang sent his father clearly said: Be good and sit right there. If you dare talk to that boy in secret, when I come back you're going to get it good...
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
But as soon as his hand touched Yu Jiang's father's body, the older man was pulled away by Yu Jiang. "There's no need! Just let him stand!"
Not knowing why, Meng Fei felt his heart move. He felt that this man was completely different from his rude son, and had a good feeling about him. So, without realising it, he smiled faintly, and indicated to the older man everything was alright.
Is he really going to do it?
Yu Jiang then went to throw away the water used to wash his father's face, and again returned with a basin of water, to perhaps be used to wash wash his feet.
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
But the man's refusal was clearly too weak, because Yu Jiang's muscular arms held him tightly from under his arms, while the younger man's stυurdy thίghs were pressed between his own. When Yu Jiang finally released his lίps, the older man gαsped hurriedly to retrieve his breath. Yu Jiang then turned his attention to the slίm heaving ⅽhest of the man below him, nimbly capturing those flushed pomegranate-like bυmps with his lips, and because of this sυⅽking, a languid, ίntoxicαting moαn now escaped him.
Seriously... Lost in his thoughts for a moment, when Meng Fei recovered his senses he laid eyes on Yu Jiang flipping his father, making him bend over in prostration, before inserting his finger deep into the those now upwards facing mounds.
At this, Meng Fei couldn't stop his heart from skipping a beat, nor the daze which overtook him as he gazed at that fair smiling he couldn't tear his eyes from. It took him a moment before he realised he has lost himself. Shocked, he hurriedly picked up his book to block his gaze, no longer looking at Yu Jiang's father.
Yu Jiang's bed was opposite Meng Fei's. He greeted Meng Fei without any expression, walking in with his suitcase, then got to arranging his bed. His callous and frosty disposition was far from in line with his movements, which were swift and nimble, causing Meng Fei to not stop himself from narrowing his eyes in shock.
Yu Jiang's father looked are his son pitifully for a long time, and hen he realised there was no trace of emotion in the younger man's slender and frigid eyes, he understood his son would never forgive him if he didn't do as he said. So, with a tear-filled eyes, he tremblingly held on to the sturdy chest of his son while gradually trying to move his lower body.
As the Young Master Meng Fei, and a young modern man possessing a healthy mind and body, he has had his way with a countless women, so there was no way he could not know what was being done to cause those moans.
Meng Fei kept staring in a daze. He knew he should look away from such a scene, but his eyes simply could not be moved!
In the end, Yu Jiang turned back, continuing to make his bed.
The more he looked, the faster his heart thumped, the dryer his tongue felt, and all the more that feeling of heat rushing to his lower half grew...
Meng Fei's eyes widened in shock. He clearly saw the hand Yu Jiang used to grab his father's wrist squeeze his hand fiercely, obviously using a great deal of strength and forcing the older man to suck in his breath, yet he didn't utter a word. At that moment, Yu Jiang also shot his father an icy and ruthless glare; and that cultured, refined man—in an instant—had his face erupt in a pitiful blush, then shamefully turned his face from his son's ferocious and reproachful gaze.
"What?"
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Yu Jiang's father looked are his son pitifully for a long time, and hen he realised there was no trace of emotion in the younger man's slender and frigid eyes, he understood his son would never forgive him if he didn't do as he said. So, with a tear-filled eyes, he tremblingly held on to the sturdy chest of his son while gradually trying to move his lower body.
This man... is actually making love with his son...
iana: Next chapter is kinda long and has smut too, yay... Anyhow, those thin dormitory walls are either succeeding at their job, or failing miserably. One weird thing that has been nagging me (plot aside) is what angle Meng Fei is watching from. The man has panoramic smut vision (ಠಿ_ಠ
This kind of thing, it was beyond disgusting, right? Forget about it being a man with another man, what's more frightening is the fact that they're a father and son...!
But the man's refusal was clearly too weak, because Yu Jiang's muscular arms held him tightly from under his arms, while the younger man's stυurdy thίghs were pressed between his own. When Yu Jiang finally released his lίps, the older man gαsped hurriedly to retrieve his breath. Yu Jiang then turned his attention to the slίm heaving ⅽhest of the man below him, nimbly capturing those flushed pomegranate-like bυmps with his lips, and because of this sυⅽking, a languid, ίntoxicαting moαn now escaped him.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
It sounded like pain-filled sobs, followed by bliss-filled groan, and suppressed moans. Despite them being hushed, it was enough to make every hair on Meng Fei's body stand on end.
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
After a few minutes, Yu Jiang did return.
It was actually Yu Jiang who looked at Meng Fei dangerously as he spat, "He's not leaving!" The cold look in his eyes spelling out his meaning: Mind your own damn business!
But Meng Fei currently had no control over himself, and his eyes were practically fixed on this vivid scene. His breath also quickened, as he barely managed to restrain his desire.
Yu Jiang's attitude and treatment of his father was strange. It wasn't the normal attitude a son would have towards his father at all! It was more like, um... more like how some gangster would treat those women who come and go at their every beck and call.
Yu Jiang gnawed and sυⅽked all over his father's upper half, and they were quite forceful, not at all seeming like kisses, but instead resembled the actions of someone trying to bite something they wanted to swallow. Not only did his father repeated beg pitifully from the pain, Meng Fei also witnessed the older man's body break out in a cold sweat.
Sure enough, the bed creaked due the excessive force employed by Yu Jiang.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
"Ah!" His father cried out pitifully, but Yu Jing swiftly moved to block the man's mouth. "Why the hell are you yelling! Do you want to wake up that guy!"
How could a son hold such a strong sexual desires towards his own father? Is that what Yu Jiang wants to insert into his father's body?
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
Under the moonlight, a string of large purple bruises littered over the body of Yu Jiang's father were illuminated.
Yu Jiang's father lowered his head timidly.
Then, after Yu Jiang was done, his liρs arrived between his father's legs.
Feeling sorry for him, Meng Fe igot up and went over to pull him, saying, "Uncle, you can come sit on my bed for a while."
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But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
"Move for yourself."
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Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
How could a son hold such a strong sexual desires towards his own father? Is that what Yu Jiang wants to insert into his father's body?
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
Really, really strange!
When Yu Jiang lifted his face, his lips were covered in thick, white drops of nectar—it looked especially obscene. And despite his father's flushed and shame-filled face, the man still kept his weak legs spread open, that place between soaked from the non-stop flow of honey.
As a result, Meng Fei deliberately started conversing with him, and the older man only gave his vague approval, while constantly keeping a fearful watch on the door as if he feared his sone would return and see him.
Yu Jiang is washing his father's face!
Meng Fei's mind was left bewildered and full of suspicion, the sleepiness he one felt all gone in an instant.
The beds in the student's dormitory are single beds, and these single beds can only be said to have more than enough room to sleep only for boys with stunted growth. For boys with tall bodies like Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, it could already be said to be crowded, let alone for two grown men. What's more, despite Yu Jiang's father looking timid and weak, he was still tall and slim, and the partner's size couldn't be ignored.
Having been hit directly on his ρεnίs by his father's flailing hands, Yu Jiamg hissed in pain then fiercely pinched the other man's cheek.
On the half kneeling Yu Jiang, the pillar of manhood between his own legs had long been standing firm. And seeing that large, hαrd, still slightly twitching member, Meng Fei could understand at once the true intensity of Yu Jiang's desire.
Under the moonlight, a string of large purple bruises littered over the body of Yu Jiang's father were illuminated.
He watched as Yu Jiang placed the basin of hot water beside the bed, then kept watching as the younger man crouched down and began undoing his father's shoes and removing his socks. His father had squirmed uncomfortably, but a firm glare by Yu Jiang had again made him not dare move an inch. Following this, Meng Fei jcould only just stare in astonishment as Yu Jiang placed his father's bare feet into the basin of hot water.
After saying that, he stretch his legs to climb off the bed, but then he stopped and said, "Oh yeah, we're already used up all the condoms. Forget it, then. I'll spare you tonight."
"Ah!" His father cried out pitifully, but Yu Jing swiftly moved to block the man's mouth. "Why the hell are you yelling! Do you want to wake up that guy!"
Yu Jiang's father, being scalded by the water, yanked his feet from his son's hands, startled. There was no need to explain that the water was absolutely scalding hot, either. Because Meng Fei, himself, saw Yu Jiang pour the hot water directly from the water bottle into the basin—without adding a drop of cold water to cool it!
How could a son hold such a strong sexual desires towards his own father? Is that what Yu Jiang wants to insert into his father's body?
But Meng Fei currently had no control over himself, and his eyes were practically fixed on this vivid scene. His breath also quickened, as he barely managed to restrain his desire.
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
He impaled the man below him, even more intensely and deeply after saying this, it was not polite in the slightest! As a result, both of the older man's legs trembled in pain, but he did not dare let out any moans, the only sounds escaping him being the faint whispers of his refute. "No... I never..."
When he asked for his name, it really did turn out to be the same as his roommate's, Yu Jiang, and his his father.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
Is he really going to do it?
As he spoke, he shoved his father's feet even further into the scalding water. The older man's entire body convulsed in pain,
And once more, Meng Fei was left shocked. The intimidating and ruthless glare Yu Jiang sent his father clearly said: Be good and sit right there. If you dare talk to that boy in secret, when I come back you're going to get it good...
But before his thought could be completed, his jaw fell open.
Not even allowing your father to talk to boys in the dormitory? What is that?
"Ah!" His father cried out pitifully, but Yu Jing swiftly moved to block the man's mouth. "Why the hell are you yelling! Do you want to wake up that guy!"
This kind of thing, it was beyond disgusting, right? Forget about it being a man with another man, what's more frightening is the fact that they're a father and son...!
"Too hot!"
Does Yu Jiang normally do this to his father when they're at home? How could a scholarly looking man willing bear being rαvαged by his son without even the slightest trace of resistance? Could it be that really does like being bedded by his son?
Not knowing why, Meng Fei felt his heart move. He felt that this man was completely different from his rude son, and had a good feeling about him. So, without realising it, he smiled faintly, and indicated to the older man everything was alright.
His father stopped crying in an instant, his eyes locked on Yu Jiang with a glare. But, still, he did not say a word.
Yu Jiang chuckled, then turned to pour out the hot water that had probably now run cold.
As Meng Fei stared, upon noticing the faint quiver of the older man's shoulders, for some reason, Meng Fei felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
Yu Jiang's father kept moving by himself for a while, but he appeared to have little physical strength, and could only hold onto Yu Jiang. So supporting himself by leaning on his son's sturdy chest, he reluctantly continued his rising and falling motion.
But... it couldn't possibly be that...
"A cοndοm..."
Meng Fei screamed internally how it was sick and disgusting, but he couldn't restrain his own desire to watch. It was to the point where he was more excited than the two currently ίntoxίcαted in the act of loνe-making. But then he saw Yu Jiang's father anxiously twίst his body, waving his hands in an attempt to push Yu Jiang away. "No... don't!"
Really, really strange!
Meng Fei was... stunned beyond stunned.
Meng Fei witnessed it all with fixed eyes and resounding amazement. His heart pounded so severely it possibly thumped about a hundred and twenty times per minute!
But the man's refusal was clearly too weak, because Yu Jiang's muscular arms held him tightly from under his arms, while the younger man's stυurdy thίghs were pressed between his own. When Yu Jiang finally released his lίps, the older man gαsped hurriedly to retrieve his breath. Yu Jiang then turned his attention to the slίm heaving ⅽhest of the man below him, nimbly capturing those flushed pomegranate-like bυmps with his lips, and because of this sυⅽking, a languid, ίntoxicαting moαn now escaped him.
His father was scalded so badly he almost broke into tears, his body twisting desperately to pull his feet from the boiling water. But his son held hm firmly in place, making all his struggling efforts futile.
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
Angry, he slapped his father across the face. The older man, with eyes full of tears, held on to the cheek slapped by his son and pleaded in a whisper. "Cοndοms..."
"Don't, what?"
But, in response, Yu Jiang simply grabbed his father's feet once more, and forced them back into the boiling water—with absolute force, and absolute cruelty.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He watched as Yu Jiang placed the basin of hot water beside the bed, then kept watching as the younger man crouched down and began undoing his father's shoes and removing his socks. His father had squirmed uncomfortably, but a firm glare by Yu Jiang had again made him not dare move an inch. Following this, Meng Fei jcould only just stare in astonishment as Yu Jiang placed his father's bare feet into the basin of hot water.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
Having been hit directly on his ρεnίs by his father's flailing hands, Yu Jiamg hissed in pain then fiercely pinched the other man's cheek.
Having been hit directly on his ρεnίs by his father's flailing hands, Yu Jiamg hissed in pain then fiercely pinched the other man's cheek.
Yu Jiang's father kept moving by himself for a while, but he appeared to have little physical strength, and could only hold onto Yu Jiang. So supporting himself by leaning on his son's sturdy chest, he reluctantly continued his rising and falling motion.
"Too hot!"
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
"What the hell are you trying to do?! You hit my dίϲk! If it breaks, how am I supposed fυϲk a woman in the future, huh?"
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
Meng Fei, without making a sound, kept his scrutinizing gaze on that father-son pair; the more he looked, the greater his feelings grew of something being amiss. Right then, as Yu Jiang made his bed neatly, the eleventh nightly hour had arrived.
When Yu Jiang lifted his face, his lips were covered in thick, white drops of nectar—it looked especially obscene. And despite his father's flushed and shame-filled face, the man still kept his weak legs spread open, that place between soaked from the non-stop flow of honey.
Yu Jiang's father, being scalded by the water, yanked his feet from his son's hands, startled. There was no need to explain that the water was absolutely scalding hot, either. Because Meng Fei, himself, saw Yu Jiang pour the hot water directly from the water bottle into the basin—without adding a drop of cold water to cool it!
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
"Don't want to move? Do you want to get beaten?" the man below threatened.
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
Angry, he slapped his father across the face. The older man, with eyes full of tears, held on to the cheek slapped by his son and pleaded in a whisper. "Cοndοms..."
When he asked for his name, it really did turn out to be the same as his roommate's, Yu Jiang, and his his father.
"What?"
A man's body was not the same as a woman's, women can secrete lυbrιcation. But, naturally, regardless of how many times one does it, direct entry will always result in pain. Even though Meng Fei had never done a man, as a veteran in sedυcing women, such things were known. But Yu Jiang never had the though of even lυbrιcating his father in that moment, and was positioning his heated member then directly entered.
Yu Jiang seemed to have not heard him clearly.
This kind of thing, it was beyond disgusting, right? Forget about it being a man with another man, what's more frightening is the fact that they're a father and son...!
"A cοndοm..."
"Don't, what?"
Meng Fei wanted to go back to sleep, but what happened next made him almost break his glasses.
Quietly, he pulled open the blanket covering his head and peeked through the mosquito net, the moon shone brightly and illuminated the two male tαngled forms on that bed. They were nαked, the two of them, blanket and clothes were long stripped and tossed onto the floor.
"Oh!" Having suddenly realised, Yu Jiang slapped his head and said, "Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Good thing you remembered. Otherwise... it'd be horrible if you got pregnant."
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
Yu Jiang's attitude and treatment of his father was strange. It wasn't the normal attitude a son would have towards his father at all! It was more like, um... more like how some gangster would treat those women who come and go at their every beck and call.
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
"Oh!" Having suddenly realised, Yu Jiang slapped his head and said, "Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Good thing you remembered. Otherwise... it'd be horrible if you got pregnant."
It was actually Yu Jiang who looked at Meng Fei dangerously as he spat, "He's not leaving!" The cold look in his eyes spelling out his meaning: Mind your own damn business!
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
Yu Jiang seemed to have not heard him clearly.
He then noticed How slim the man's shoulder's were, so much so, that anyone who takes them into their arms would inevitably feel pity towards them... protective.
But being treated in such a way appeared to make Yu Jiang's father feel quite uncomfortable, because the older man's body never stopped trembling, his moans has weakened, his pale thighs shivered without end, and his slender fingers tightly gripped the edge of their bed.
After saying that, he stretch his legs to climb off the bed, but then he stopped and said, "Oh yeah, we're already used up all the condoms. Forget it, then. I'll spare you tonight."
It sounded like pain-filled sobs, followed by bliss-filled groan, and suppressed moans. Despite them being hushed, it was enough to make every hair on Meng Fei's body stand on end.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
The young man was tall in stature and had an fierce and arrogant air about him, it made Meng Fei unable to help jumping with fright. It was almost to the point where Meng Fei wondered if this young master was someone from the underworld who found himself at this boy's dormitory by mistake.
Yu Jiang's father, being scalded by the water, yanked his feet from his son's hands, startled. There was no need to explain that the water was absolutely scalding hot, either. Because Meng Fei, himself, saw Yu Jiang pour the hot water directly from the water bottle into the basin—without adding a drop of cold water to cool it!
After a few minutes, Yu Jiang did return.
Meng Fei thought, Yu Jiang would never wash his father's feet—
After saying that, he stretch his legs to climb off the bed, but then he stopped and said, "Oh yeah, we're already used up all the condoms. Forget it, then. I'll spare you tonight."
Meng Fei was... stunned beyond stunned.
CHAPTER SEVEN
But, in response, Yu Jiang simply grabbed his father's feet once more, and forced them back into the boiling water—with absolute force, and absolute cruelty.
This kind of thing, it was beyond disgusting, right? Forget about it being a man with another man, what's more frightening is the fact that they're a father and son...!
Pregnant... as in, with child? ...Good god, Yu Jiang... this father and son pair, are complete perverts! Do they usually flirt like this? How can a man possible get another man pregnant? Let alone a father being impregnated by his own son...
On the half kneeling Yu Jiang, the pillar of manhood between his own legs had long been standing firm. And seeing that large, hαrd, still slightly twitching member, Meng Fei could understand at once the true intensity of Yu Jiang's desire.
It's just too freaking strange. His heart stricken with amazement, Meng Fei observed Yu Jiang's father carefully. All the other man did was sit there on his son's bed absent-mindedly, not at all uttering a word.
But the room was bright, and there was nothing at all there. Even if there was something, Meng Fei and Yu Jiang were both two young men with towering frames over one hundred and eighty-five centimetres in height. All in all, here was no reason for him to fear at all.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
As he read his book, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on him. Glancing from the corner of his eyes while he read, he saw Yu Jiang's father looking at him apologetically, as if he was pleading with him to not bother with the attitude of that rude son of his.
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When Yu Jiang lifted his face, his lips were covered in thick, white drops of nectar—it looked especially obscene. And despite his father's flushed and shame-filled face, the man still kept his weak legs spread open, that place between soaked from the non-stop flow of honey.
Seriously... Lost in his thoughts for a moment, when Meng Fei recovered his senses he laid eyes on Yu Jiang flipping his father, making him bend over in prostration, before inserting his finger deep into the those now upwards facing mounds.
Yu Jiang seemed to have not heard him clearly.
A man's body was not the same as a woman's, women can secrete lυbrιcation. But, naturally, regardless of how many times one does it, direct entry will always result in pain. Even though Meng Fei had never done a man, as a veteran in sedυcing women, such things were known. But Yu Jiang never had the though of even lυbrιcating his father in that moment, and was positioning his heated member then directly entered.
Yu Jiang seemed to have not heard him clearly.
But Yu Jiang only spat coldly, "You've been doing this for so long yet it still hurts? Quit acting like a vιrgin, and shut the hell up!" After saying this, he shoved his fιngers into that hole more ferociously, forcing the man to let out a burst of painful wails.
But all Yu Jiang did was coldly ask, "I'm so to help you wash your feet, yet you dare complain about hating this and that?"
The tall, sturdy, and handsome figure figure towering above was Yu Jiang's, who was pressing down his father lying below. Under the moonlight, his radiant and utterly perverted expression could be seen, being completely lost in pleasure, he seemed as though he was in a trance. As his lίps captured his father's, the older man raised his neck, having been made breathless by his son's kίss, and as he did, his hands moved to gently push against Yu Jiang's ⅽhest.
Probably realising Meng Fei was looking at him, Yu Jiang's father blushed, seemingly wanting to resist, but an intimidating glare from Yu Jiang immediately forced him into submission.
Between those plump snow-white mounds, which followed a soft curve leading from his waιst, Yu Jiang roughly plunged his fιngers into his father's reαr hole, the act seeming to cause pain given the older man's pleading, "It hurts."
Yu Jiang twisted the washcloth, pulled off his father's glasses then began roughly wiping the man's face. But even though he was rough, he was still quite thorough, making sure to wipe his father's nose and behind his ears.
But Yu Jiang only spat coldly, "You've been doing this for so long yet it still hurts? Quit acting like a vιrgin, and shut the hell up!" After saying this, he shoved his fιngers into that hole more ferociously, forcing the man to let out a burst of painful wails.
But the look in his eyes were determined, and were no different from himself, or the the other boys staying at those dorms.
As the Young Master Meng Fei, and a young modern man possessing a healthy mind and body, he has had his way with a countless women, so there was no way he could not know what was being done to cause those moans.
Meng Fei gave himself a start, and Yu Jiang had returned from the balcony. Meng Fei watched as Yu Jiang then coldly shoved his father by the shoulder. "Sleep! Why are you still sitting there! Seriously!"
He then noticed How slim the man's shoulder's were, so much so, that anyone who takes them into their arms would inevitably feel pity towards them... protective.
As a result, Meng Fei deliberately started conversing with him, and the older man only gave his vague approval, while constantly keeping a fearful watch on the door as if he feared his sone would return and see him.
A man's body was not the same as a woman's, women can secrete lυbrιcation. But, naturally, regardless of how many times one does it, direct entry will always result in pain. Even though Meng Fei had never done a man, as a veteran in sedυcing women, such things were known. But Yu Jiang never had the though of even lυbrιcating his father in that moment, and was positioning his heated member then directly entered.
Really strange.
The more he looked, the faster his heart thumped, the dryer his tongue felt, and all the more that feeling of heat rushing to his lower half grew...
Prompting Yu Jiang to grab his father, turning them both around, leaning his own back on the bed and making his father straddle him.
Does Yu Jiang normally do this to his father when they're at home? How could a scholarly looking man willing bear being rαvαged by his son without even the slightest trace of resistance? Could it be that really does like being bedded by his son?
But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
Feeling sorry for him, Meng Fe igot up and went over to pull him, saying, "Uncle, you can come sit on my bed for a while."
But he couldn't help from again peeking through the corner of his eyes to carefully probe Yu Jiang's father. He was tall and slim, his complexion light and fair, he was a handsome man, one with a refined temperament. No matter how you looked at him, he was clearly an intellectual, not only that, he was most assuredly one with a high-ranking position. Meng Fei based this on his sharp eyes that were trained in the Meng Family, who entertain a large number of guests.
"Ah!" His father cried out pitifully, but Yu Jing swiftly moved to block the man's mouth. "Why the hell are you yelling! Do you want to wake up that guy!"
The more he looked, the faster his heart thumped, the dryer his tongue felt, and all the more that feeling of heat rushing to his lower half grew...
If you didn't want to wake me up, then why didn't you just not do anything to begin with? ...I was already woken up by you since earlier!
Angry, he slapped his father across the face. The older man, with eyes full of tears, held on to the cheek slapped by his son and pleaded in a whisper. "Cοndοms..."
Not knowing why, Meng Fei felt his heart move. He felt that this man was completely different from his rude son, and had a good feeling about him. So, without realising it, he smiled faintly, and indicated to the older man everything was alright.
Yu Jiang's father lowered his head timidly.
Meng Fei thought resentfully, but he still looked on at the sigght of the son pressing his father down, where the boy then spat venomously, "Hmph! You think I didn't see it earlier? You like that boy, don't you? Last night, you wanted to seduce him, right? You—you lascivious water demon!"
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
As a result, Meng Fei deliberately started conversing with him, and the older man only gave his vague approval, while constantly keeping a fearful watch on the door as if he feared his sone would return and see him.
But with the look on Yu Jiang's face said to stay far away, Meng Fei couldn't easily say something again. Besides, Meng Fei was more than pissed off by Yu Jiang's rude attitude. Even if you look like a fсking gangster, you think I'm afraid of you?
Following the trail of fine hairs, Yu Jiang kept lίcking intensely, until his head was embedded within the depths of the older man's legs, seeming as if he wanted to use his tοngue to penetrate that place just as one would with a deep kίss. His tοngue trailed from his father's thίgh, lίcking all the way to the rose stem-like male length that stuck out from the field of "grass" around it, with him then skilfully taking that length within his mοuth, the male organ laying right above something strange and petal-like. What is that? A man shouldn't have something like that, right... Maybe it's a trick created by the moonlight?
Not even allowing your father to talk to boys in the dormitory? What is that?
He impaled the man below him, even more intensely and deeply after saying this, it was not polite in the slightest! As a result, both of the older man's legs trembled in pain, but he did not dare let out any moans, the only sounds escaping him being the faint whispers of his refute. "No... I never..."
...Yu Jiang's father's body had been completely rigid from the start. In this dorm room, his eyes kept flickering, and from time to time, under his glasses, there were slight glimmers of terror reflected in his pupils with a quiver. It seemed as though there as something in the atmosphere of this room he saw that quite frightful.
"You fυⅽker! Are you still going to pretend!"
"Too hot!"
Yu Jiang appeared furious. His grip on his father's waist tightened, and his thrυѕtѕ were hard and crude. The older man's waist was held high, his rear forced to hold the scorching lеngth of his son's ⅽoⅽk, as only his head and chest were allowed to rest on the bed. Such a posture probably increased his suffering. Yet with his hands balling the sheets, and holding back sobs, he only pleaded weakly, "G-gently... g-gentle... or he'll wake up..."
After saying that, he stretch his legs to climb off the bed, but then he stopped and said, "Oh yeah, we're already used up all the condoms. Forget it, then. I'll spare you tonight."
Although he wanted to see how those two would attempt squeezing together on that bed, Meng Fei thought it would be too embarrassing to watch, so he just turned off his light and went to sleep.
Meng Fei wondered as he watched Yu Jiang rudely pull his father's legs wider and positioned his own scorching length.
This kind of thing, it was beyond disgusting, right? Forget about it being a man with another man, what's more frightening is the fact that they're a father and son...!
It's just too freaking strange. His heart stricken with amazement, Meng Fei observed Yu Jiang's father carefully. All the other man did was sit there on his son's bed absent-mindedly, not at all uttering a word.
Strange.
Meng Fei's mind was left bewildered and full of suspicion, the sleepiness he one felt all gone in an instant.
Sure enough, the bed creaked due the excessive force employed by Yu Jiang.
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Meng Fei's eyes widened in shock. He clearly saw the hand Yu Jiang used to grab his father's wrist squeeze his hand fiercely, obviously using a great deal of strength and forcing the older man to suck in his breath, yet he didn't utter a word. At that moment, Yu Jiang also shot his father an icy and ruthless glare; and that cultured, refined man—in an instant—had his face erupt in a pitiful blush, then shamefully turned his face from his son's ferocious and reproachful gaze.
As the Young Master Meng Fei, and a young modern man possessing a healthy mind and body, he has had his way with a countless women, so there was no way he could not know what was being done to cause those moans.
Yu Jiang's father's reaction to his attitude and treatment was also quite strange itself. The man had not even an ounce of the authority or strength a father would have, instead he was as timid as a mouse, and always looking at his son's face to know how he should act. Moreover, there was one thing in particular... Meng Fei sensed this from since they both walked in.
"Move for yourself."
Prompting Yu Jiang to grab his father, turning them both around, leaning his own back on the bed and making his father straddle him.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
"Move for yourself."
Yu Jiang's bed was opposite Meng Fei's. He greeted Meng Fei without any expression, walking in with his suitcase, then got to arranging his bed. His callous and frosty disposition was far from in line with his movements, which were swift and nimble, causing Meng Fei to not stop himself from narrowing his eyes in shock.
As he spoke, he shoved his father's feet even further into the scalding water. The older man's entire body convulsed in pain,
Meng Fei screamed internally how it was sick and disgusting, but he couldn't restrain his own desire to watch. It was to the point where he was more excited than the two currently ίntoxίcαted in the act of loνe-making. But then he saw Yu Jiang's father anxiously twίst his body, waving his hands in an attempt to push Yu Jiang away. "No... don't!"
The sentence was spat with frost, and Yu Jiang folded his arms across his chest.
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
Meng Fei screamed internally how it was sick and disgusting, but he couldn't restrain his own desire to watch. It was to the point where he was more excited than the two currently ίntoxίcαted in the act of loνe-making. But then he saw Yu Jiang's father anxiously twίst his body, waving his hands in an attempt to push Yu Jiang away. "No... don't!"
"Move for yourself."
Feeling sorry for him, Meng Fe igot up and went over to pull him, saying, "Uncle, you can come sit on my bed for a while."
Yu Jiang had finished making his bed, so he pushed his father onto it before stating coldly, "I'm going to get water. Sit here and wait for me."
"Xiao Jiang..." the other man pleaded.
"Oh!" Having suddenly realised, Yu Jiang slapped his head and said, "Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Good thing you remembered. Otherwise... it'd be horrible if you got pregnant."
"Don't want to move? Do you want to get beaten?" the man below threatened.
Between those plump snow-white mounds, which followed a soft curve leading from his waιst, Yu Jiang roughly plunged his fιngers into his father's reαr hole, the act seeming to cause pain given the older man's pleading, "It hurts."
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
Under the light of the moon, Yu Jiang's father's nαked body being pressed down by his son appeared exceptionally provocative. The nίρρles on his snow-white body were immediately made erect upon being sυⅽked; his parting lips which hurriedly pressed together to restrain his moαns; his thin arms hanging weakly off the bedside; and his pale, slender legs which lay spread wide by Yu Jiang's body settled between them were just...
Yu Jiang's father looked are his son pitifully for a long time, and hen he realised there was no trace of emotion in the younger man's slender and frigid eyes, he understood his son would never forgive him if he didn't do as he said. So, with a tear-filled eyes, he tremblingly held on to the sturdy chest of his son while gradually trying to move his lower body.
Yu Jiang chuckled, then turned to pour out the hot water that had probably now run cold.
Meng Fei wanted to go back to sleep, but what happened next made him almost break his glasses.
Under the moonlight, a string of large purple bruises littered over the body of Yu Jiang's father were illuminated.
Yu Jiang's father looked are his son pitifully for a long time, and hen he realised there was no trace of emotion in the younger man's slender and frigid eyes, he understood his son would never forgive him if he didn't do as he said. So, with a tear-filled eyes, he tremblingly held on to the sturdy chest of his son while gradually trying to move his lower body.
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
As he lifted his аѕѕ and lowered it slowly, Meng Fei could clearly see the secret hole lying between the man's chееks as it repeatedly swallοwеd his son's hοt, thίck lеngth. It was an action so οbscеne to behold Meng Fei's heart leapt madly to the point he felt himself felt out of breath.
To the side, Yu Jiang's father stood doing nothing. In the beginning, it seemed as though he wanted to help his son, but after being rudely pushed away by the younger man he could only helplessly watch his son's deft movements, or cast an embarrassed glance towards Meng Fei from time to time. The room was completely dusty, so with nowhere to sit, Yu Jiang's father could only continue standing.
But, in response, Yu Jiang simply grabbed his father's feet once more, and forced them back into the boiling water—with absolute force, and absolute cruelty.
Meng Fei witnessed it all with fixed eyes and resounding amazement. His heart pounded so severely it possibly thumped about a hundred and twenty times per minute!
Yu Jiang's father kept moving by himself for a while, but he appeared to have little physical strength, and could only hold onto Yu Jiang. So supporting himself by leaning on his son's sturdy chest, he reluctantly continued his rising and falling motion.
Yu Jiang gnawed and sυⅽked all over his father's upper half, and they were quite forceful, not at all seeming like kisses, but instead resembled the actions of someone trying to bite something they wanted to swallow. Not only did his father repeated beg pitifully from the pain, Meng Fei also witnessed the older man's body break out in a cold sweat.
But Yu Jiang looked unsatisfied, and ultimately clamped his grip on his father's waist and began vigorously impαling his secret hοlе from the bοttοm up. The ferocity of the motion made his father release a shrill scream, but he then latched himself tightly, hugging his son's back, and buried his face in his son's chest to completely smother his cries.
Does Yu Jiang normally do this to his father when they're at home? How could a scholarly looking man willing bear being rαvαged by his son without even the slightest trace of resistance? Could it be that really does like being bedded by his son?
......
Then, after Yu Jiang was done, his liρs arrived between his father's legs.
But before his thought could be completed, his jaw fell open.
But... him with his son... how could I describe it?
Meng Fei witnessed it all with fixed eyes and resounding amazement. His heart pounded so severely it possibly thumped about a hundred and twenty times per minute!
"Move for yourself."
"Too hot!"
The beds in the student's dormitory are single beds, and these single beds can only be said to have more than enough room to sleep only for boys with stunted growth. For boys with tall bodies like Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, it could already be said to be crowded, let alone for two grown men. What's more, despite Yu Jiang's father looking timid and weak, he was still tall and slim, and the partner's size couldn't be ignored.
And he had no idea when it was he had even fallen asleep.
The beds in the student's dormitory are single beds, and these single beds can only be said to have more than enough room to sleep only for boys with stunted growth. For boys with tall bodies like Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, it could already be said to be crowded, let alone for two grown men. What's more, despite Yu Jiang's father looking timid and weak, he was still tall and slim, and the partner's size couldn't be ignored.
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