Evil Son: C23-2
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Part 2
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Meng Zhaoxiong flashed a smile. "Who else could it be? It's that little girl whose surname is He. It looks like she got a bun in the oven and is trying to cover up the shame... Didn't you mention before that this He Zhi girl was chasing after Xiao Fei? Didn't you say he was a Liu Xiahui type of respectful gentleman before too? Hehheh... This is perfect then! Now he really is a 'Liu Xiahui', the kind of 'Liu Xiahui' that makes a woman's stomach swell—"
But the truth was, as one person to another, he and that group leader couldn't be compared. So what could he even say about it, huh? So, after changing his clothes quietly, Tang Hong went to the kitchen to get started in breakfast. His group leader loved spicy food, but for the past two days, to accommodate the pregnant "A", he ordered Tan Hong to make the food non-spicy and light. So not only did Tang Hong make tomato egg drop soup exclusively for "A", he also did so in order to cater to "A" tastes. Which was why the most young and tender of tomatoes were chosen so they would provide a savoury flavour. But while Tang Hong was lost in his culinary delights, a different scene was unfolding in the bedroom...
"When's the wedding?" Meng Yun cut off his father.
If it were possible, I wish for all of us to live happily—without all this distortion, with out all this hate, without untimely deaths... for us all to live, to love, to laugh with one another as kids until we all got old and grey... as kids, until we got old and...
"Hey! Hey! Dad, where are you going?!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Part 2
"Next month. He's planning to come back here to get hitched, and we're invited, so you better not forget it," Meng Zhaoxiong replied lazily.
Thinking of that "A" who was currently in his bedroom, being held by that carefree group leader of his, Tang Hong's chest erupted with an acrid and indescribable feeling that was even more uncomfortable than sour.
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Tang Hong let out a long sigh of pure relief. It was a new day—another new day of life! He then made his way to the window, pulling open the curtain wide as he observed with wonder the refreshingly scene before him while he released another intoxicated sigh.
"Oh, okay." After this utterance, Meng Yun planned to head to his room, but that father of his stopped him to ask.
Crying? Was I crying? While unconsciously licking the corners of his lips, Yu Yanzhang had indeed discovered the moist and salty taste of tears near the edges of his lips.
"What kind of cases you're been working on recently?"
"You—are you some sort of s-x demon? Aside from me, just how many men have you had?"
Crying? Was I crying? While unconsciously licking the corners of his lips, Yu Yanzhang had indeed discovered the moist and salty taste of tears near the edges of his lips.
Being alive was a wonderful feeling, isn't it? Tang Hong wasn't a person who had received any sort of profound knowledge, so it was almost by instinct that he was grateful to the God who had generously bestowed him with the gift of life. It was true he was a youngster, but even though he did have a mother but no father in his life, he was able to grow up into the young man he was. Even though he was far from being handsome, he wasn't considered ugly either. Even though he had no riches, he was able to put food in his belly and a place to rest his head. Even though... Anyhow, he did have regrets... indeed he did. As a young man who had passed the age of twenty, he was still so far a gangster, who was worried over wen it was he would be able to find himself a wife.
His father, who was lounging on the sofa, took the cigar from his lips and exhaled a puff of smoke. He casually asked this question, he gave no regard to other and only followed his own whims. He didn't care at at about Meng Yun, he asked for no other reason than boredom. For Meng Yun, this always indifferent, always lackadaisical, always uncaring voice of his was enough to drive him up a wall!
But Meng Yun choked back this anger, then replied in voice laced with ice, "Nothing much. There's just a love triangle murder case where the victim was Tang Sen and the killer was Liu Wei."
When Yu Yanzhang and Liu Wei were having their confrontation in the bathroom, Tang Hong's voice had seriously given him a start! He absolutely could not let Tang Hong discover he knew that man! So after he hid behind the door, luckily, Liu Wei had soon left, with Tang Hong also going to see him off. Thus, Yu Yanzhang had remained undiscovered, and was also able to hurriedly slip back into the bedroom. He was very lucky indeed! Even Yu Jiang had remained sleeping soundly and had not noticed he had left for the bathroom.
Ah... I really like this world!
But Meng Yun choked back this anger, then replied in voice laced with ice, "Nothing much. There's just a love triangle murder case where the victim was Tang Sen and the killer was Liu Wei."
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"W-what? Xiao Yun, what did you just say—what?!"
Yu Jiang asked him this while still nipping at his lips, also while a hand of his roamed to that place between Yu Jiang's legs.
Since he was just planning to head upstairs to his room, Meng Yun was now standing and staring in shock at his fathers stammers and shouts, while that cigar in his hand now fell to the floor.
Those slender fingers of Yu Jiang that were imbued with his strength, moved to wipe the tears from Yu Yanzhang's face while he spoke. While within those darkened orbs, there was intimidation and coercion as he stared at his father's face.
Meng Zhaoxiong's face was ghastly pale, while his stubble spattered chin trembled. "Liu Wei... Tang Sen...—died... Then 'him' ... 'him'... it was definitely 'him'..."
Those swollen inner walls—those countless nerve endings—by that man's constant stimulation had rapidly grown excited. Yu Yanzhang, despite his unwillingness, still couldn't stop his waist from trembling, nor his teeth from pressing into his lips. He also couldn't stop that lower part of his from surrounding Yu Jiang's fingers with a increasingly tightening grip.
"'Her'" Meng Yun repeated after him, but all his father did was shoot up and run out the room with a speed and agility that was unnatural for a middle aged man.
Meng Zhaoxiong's face was ghastly pale, while his stubble spattered chin trembled. "Liu Wei... Tang Sen...—died... Then 'him' ... 'him'... it was definitely 'him'..."
"Why're you crying?"
His father, who was lounging on the sofa, took the cigar from his lips and exhaled a puff of smoke. He casually asked this question, he gave no regard to other and only followed his own whims. He didn't care at at about Meng Yun, he asked for no other reason than boredom. For Meng Yun, this always indifferent, always lackadaisical, always uncaring voice of his was enough to drive him up a wall!
[T/n: him and her (他/她: ta1) are homophones in Mandarin.
"Next month. He's planning to come back here to get hitched, and we're invited, so you better not forget it," Meng Zhaoxiong replied lazily.
Still standing there in shock, Meng Yun could only drop his jaw in complete bewilderment and blink his widened eyes, before eventually turning away to walk up the stairs.
"Say it. Tell me to put it in—to push it in deeper! Tell me! You shameless demon, say it!"
"Hey! Hey! Dad, where are you going?!"
He wanted to lift himself, he wanted to escape Yu Jiang's hold, but his waist was firmly held in place buy one of that man's hands, while the other still wantonly invaded and kneaded that place between his legs. Now, from that rose stem-like manhood, to the petals which kept it in their fold, a coat of slick wetness glazed from those fingers' constant teasing, with a new one applied every time they extracted long enough to allow the dripping exit of his warm, white honey. This kind of hearty ravaging to the secret garden at his front, made it so Yu Yanzhang had no way to resist the waves of sweet desire that came rushing up from his nethers. Accepting his defeat, overcome by desire, he leaned completely onto Yu Jiang's chest and lost himself in pleasure-laced moans.
His father, who was lounging on the sofa, took the cigar from his lips and exhaled a puff of smoke. He casually asked this question, he gave no regard to other and only followed his own whims. He didn't care at at about Meng Yun, he asked for no other reason than boredom. For Meng Yun, this always indifferent, always lackadaisical, always uncaring voice of his was enough to drive him up a wall!
Thinking of that "A" who was currently in his bedroom, being held by that carefree group leader of his, Tang Hong's chest erupted with an acrid and indescribable feeling that was even more uncomfortable than sour.
Still standing there in shock, Meng Yun could only drop his jaw in complete bewilderment and blink his widened eyes, before eventually turning away to walk up the stairs.
For a good while, until he noticed Yu Jiang's breath was finally steadied, Yu Yanzhang's body was rod stiff. But he was also held so tightly in Yu Jiang's bosom that there was no way for him to break free, leaving him with no choice but to lie on his son's chest. From his position above, he was able to look down at Yu Jiang's mature, handsome and masculine face, a sight which rekindled memories of the years gone by, when that young man below him was still an immature and violent youth.
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Luckily, without the knowledge of his team leader and "A", Yan Zhang, who had spent the night at the apartment was sent off at dawn without a hitch.
Yu Jiang cursed as he crudely thrυst his fingers in even deeper, as he used the roughness of his skin to grind against those warm inner walls that encircled Yu Yanzhang's depths. When he retracted his fingers, those thin muscles won around him, and when those fingers pulled out, a slick wet sound had become distinct.
Tang Hong let out a long sigh of pure relief. It was a new day—another new day of life! He then made his way to the window, pulling open the curtain wide as he observed with wonder the refreshingly scene before him while he released another intoxicated sigh.
"Hey! Hey! Dad, where are you going?!"
Autumn was slowly approaching.
"Who were you crying over? And why do I get the feeling the man who got that honour wasn't me, right?"
Since he was just planning to head upstairs to his room, Meng Yun was now standing and staring in shock at his fathers stammers and shouts, while that cigar in his hand now fell to the floor.
Those were the words he had spoken, but all he did was capture the lips of the man above him without an ounce of hesitation.
The two black locust trees lining the road beneath his apartment were both already losing their leaves.
His eyes locked on Yu Yanzhang's, his lips bound to the other's in passion, and those fingers below still attacked that secret place with glee. He made Yu Yanzhang unable to moan, and again made the man unable to endure the burning flames of his desire. So now that body above his, utterly enraptured by wave after wave of sweet provocation, wriggled like a fish out of water, twerking and jerking with endless spasms, while his delicate and fair bυttocks also repeatedly clamped tight.
So, from below, the swooshes from the cleaners sweeping could be heard as they swept up all the dead, fallen leaves.
Those were the words he had spoken, but all he did was capture the lips of the man above him without an ounce of hesitation.
Ah... I really like this world!
"N-no! D-don't!" Yu Yanzhang cried out, but Yu Jiang's finger had already entered his front. Even after showering, and cleaning himself not long ago, that place had been ravaged so much the night gone by that those petals of his were still moistened like those coated in an early morning dew. So those roughly invading fingers of Yu Jiang had made their way in without obstruction. Then as one finger thrυst its way inside, the other digits had busied themself with a ruthless assault on those petals, kneading those thin layers of skin without mercy.
Being alive was a wonderful feeling, isn't it? Tang Hong wasn't a person who had received any sort of profound knowledge, so it was almost by instinct that he was grateful to the God who had generously bestowed him with the gift of life. It was true he was a youngster, but even though he did have a mother but no father in his life, he was able to grow up into the young man he was. Even though he was far from being handsome, he wasn't considered ugly either. Even though he had no riches, he was able to put food in his belly and a place to rest his head. Even though... Anyhow, he did have regrets... indeed he did. As a young man who had passed the age of twenty, he was still so far a gangster, who was worried over wen it was he would be able to find himself a wife.
"What kind of cases you're been working on recently?"
Thinking of that "A" who was currently in his bedroom, being held by that carefree group leader of his, Tang Hong's chest erupted with an acrid and indescribable feeling that was even more uncomfortable than sour.
Still standing there in shock, Meng Yun could only drop his jaw in complete bewilderment and blink his widened eyes, before eventually turning away to walk up the stairs.
And at this sight, those darkened eyes of Yu Jiang now shone with an unbreakable desire wrought with lυst, a desire that was as burning hot as it was ice-cold.
"What kind of cases you're been working on recently?"
But the truth was, as one person to another, he and that group leader couldn't be compared. So what could he even say about it, huh? So, after changing his clothes quietly, Tang Hong went to the kitchen to get started in breakfast. His group leader loved spicy food, but for the past two days, to accommodate the pregnant "A", he ordered Tan Hong to make the food non-spicy and light. So not only did Tang Hong make tomato egg drop soup exclusively for "A", he also did so in order to cater to "A" tastes. Which was why the most young and tender of tomatoes were chosen so they would provide a savoury flavour. But while Tang Hong was lost in his culinary delights, a different scene was unfolding in the bedroom...
"Alright, if your eyes are in pain, then I'll just blow on them for you."
Time... it passed by far too swiftly. In just the blink of an eye, has so many years really already come and have passed?
"W-what? Xiao Yun, what did you just say—what?!"
When Yu Yanzhang and Liu Wei were having their confrontation in the bathroom, Tang Hong's voice had seriously given him a start! He absolutely could not let Tang Hong discover he knew that man! So after he hid behind the door, luckily, Liu Wei had soon left, with Tang Hong also going to see him off. Thus, Yu Yanzhang had remained undiscovered, and was also able to hurriedly slip back into the bedroom. He was very lucky indeed! Even Yu Jiang had remained sleeping soundly and had not noticed he had left for the bathroom.
[T/n: him and her (他/她: ta1) are homophones in Mandarin.
Lightly lifting the blanket, he snuck back under the covers and laid by Yu Jiang's side. At his presence, Yu Jiang grumbled a bit and shifted lightly, soon turned abruptly and took Yu Yanzhang in his arms, who was now in a state of shock as he believed that Yu Jiang had woken up.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Part 2
N/A
So, from below, the swooshes from the cleaners sweeping could be heard as they swept up all the dead, fallen leaves.
For a good while, until he noticed Yu Jiang's breath was finally steadied, Yu Yanzhang's body was rod stiff. But he was also held so tightly in Yu Jiang's bosom that there was no way for him to break free, leaving him with no choice but to lie on his son's chest. From his position above, he was able to look down at Yu Jiang's mature, handsome and masculine face, a sight which rekindled memories of the years gone by, when that young man below him was still an immature and violent youth.
How could I... Why would I...
Time... it passed by far too swiftly. In just the blink of an eye, has so many years really already come and have passed?
Being alive was a wonderful feeling, isn't it? Tang Hong wasn't a person who had received any sort of profound knowledge, so it was almost by instinct that he was grateful to the God who had generously bestowed him with the gift of life. It was true he was a youngster, but even though he did have a mother but no father in his life, he was able to grow up into the young man he was. Even though he was far from being handsome, he wasn't considered ugly either. Even though he had no riches, he was able to put food in his belly and a place to rest his head. Even though... Anyhow, he did have regrets... indeed he did. As a young man who had passed the age of twenty, he was still so far a gangster, who was worried over wen it was he would be able to find himself a wife.
I can't tell if this is just destiny, or if it's just the path leading to death, either way, it seems as though those steps are nearing—one by one—thump by thump—thud by thud—by thud! His mind then wandered to his meeting with Liu Wei, a moment just passed that once he laid eyes on the Liu Wei who turned back to look at him, a part of himself almost reached to stop him—there was a part of him that wanted to beg Liu Wei to not go!
Ah... I really like this world!
'Don't go! I don't want to get sent of to die!' Why? Why would he have such an emotion... Wasn't this the man I hated fervently? Wasn't this the man I hated so passionately for imprisoning me? Wasn't he the demon who had violently assaulted me...
Lightly lifting the blanket, he snuck back under the covers and laid by Yu Jiang's side. At his presence, Yu Jiang grumbled a bit and shifted lightly, soon turned abruptly and took Yu Yanzhang in his arms, who was now in a state of shock as he believed that Yu Jiang had woken up.
mini note: 1. Liu Xiahui (720 BC - 621 BC), means a good guy/gentleman. The saying is based off a guy called one of the 'forgotten wise men' by Confucius, who had one night come across a cold homeless woman at the city gate, and fearing she would freeze throughout the night, he wrapped her in his coat and had her sit in his arms for the entire night to keep her warm. During the night he was a complete gentlemen who didn't take advantage of her, hence his legend. (It kind of shows you how common place the opposite was for this to be so legendary but that was the past... the past.[]Stockholm syndrome is hell of a thing. The mind really is capable of crazy sht to deal with crazy a-ss scenarios.
Being alive was a wonderful feeling, isn't it? Tang Hong wasn't a person who had received any sort of profound knowledge, so it was almost by instinct that he was grateful to the God who had generously bestowed him with the gift of life. It was true he was a youngster, but even though he did have a mother but no father in his life, he was able to grow up into the young man he was. Even though he was far from being handsome, he wasn't considered ugly either. Even though he had no riches, he was able to put food in his belly and a place to rest his head. Even though... Anyhow, he did have regrets... indeed he did. As a young man who had passed the age of twenty, he was still so far a gangster, who was worried over wen it was he would be able to find himself a wife.
How could I... Why would I...
"W-what? Xiao Yun, what did you just say—what?!"
Why? Why does my heart hurt so gosh-darn much... It feels like my heart is being squeezed, like its being twisted and wrung. It was as though there was someone who had extended their long finger nails into his heart, piercing his lungs, tearing his flesh.
mini note: 1. Liu Xiahui (720 BC - 621 BC), means a good guy/gentleman. The saying is based off a guy called one of the 'forgotten wise men' by Confucius, who had one night come across a cold homeless woman at the city gate, and fearing she would freeze throughout the night, he wrapped her in his coat and had her sit in his arms for the entire night to keep her warm. During the night he was a complete gentlemen who didn't take advantage of her, hence his legend. (It kind of shows you how common place the opposite was for this to be so legendary but that was the past... the past.[]Stockholm syndrome is hell of a thing. The mind really is capable of crazy sht to deal with crazy a-ss scenarios.
Who is the one in the wrong, who!
When Yu Yanzhang and Liu Wei were having their confrontation in the bathroom, Tang Hong's voice had seriously given him a start! He absolutely could not let Tang Hong discover he knew that man! So after he hid behind the door, luckily, Liu Wei had soon left, with Tang Hong also going to see him off. Thus, Yu Yanzhang had remained undiscovered, and was also able to hurriedly slip back into the bedroom. He was very lucky indeed! Even Yu Jiang had remained sleeping soundly and had not noticed he had left for the bathroom.
Autumn was slowly approaching.
"Why're you crying?"
If it were possible, I wish for all of us to live happily—without all this distortion, with out all this hate, without untimely deaths... for us all to live, to love, to laugh with one another as kids until we all got old and grey... as kids, until we got old and...
His father, who was lounging on the sofa, took the cigar from his lips and exhaled a puff of smoke. He casually asked this question, he gave no regard to other and only followed his own whims. He didn't care at at about Meng Yun, he asked for no other reason than boredom. For Meng Yun, this always indifferent, always lackadaisical, always uncaring voice of his was enough to drive him up a wall!
"Mmmph—don't!" He wanted to pull away, but once his chin was held in Yu Jiang's vice-like grip, he mouth was forced open to deepen their kiss. He was now practically gagged, unable to breathe—struggling all the while his colourless face completely reddened.
"When's the wedding?" Meng Yun cut off his father.
Unable to bear the sadness ripping through his chest, Yu Yanzhang trembled at he hid his face in Yu Jiang's chest. That solid and hot, young and strong chest, seemed to have given him some strength—until he was lifted by a pair of strong arms.
Luckily, without the knowledge of his team leader and "A", Yan Zhang, who had spent the night at the apartment was sent off at dawn without a hitch.
"Why're you crying?"
"It's nothing. My eyes were just hurting."
For a good while, until he noticed Yu Jiang's breath was finally steadied, Yu Yanzhang's body was rod stiff. But he was also held so tightly in Yu Jiang's bosom that there was no way for him to break free, leaving him with no choice but to lie on his son's chest. From his position above, he was able to look down at Yu Jiang's mature, handsome and masculine face, a sight which rekindled memories of the years gone by, when that young man below him was still an immature and violent youth.
"Say it. Tell me to put it in—to push it in deeper! Tell me! You shameless demon, say it!"
"Huh?" Before he was able to stop his body from quivering, he lifted his head in shock to find YuJiang's handsome, yet angry face. When did he wake up? That's not important, what matters is why were those beautifully dark eyes of his now filled with rage!
"Mmmph—don't!" He wanted to pull away, but once his chin was held in Yu Jiang's vice-like grip, he mouth was forced open to deepen their kiss. He was now practically gagged, unable to breathe—struggling all the while his colourless face completely reddened.
'Don't go! I don't want to get sent of to die!' Why? Why would he have such an emotion... Wasn't this the man I hated fervently? Wasn't this the man I hated so passionately for imprisoning me? Wasn't he the demon who had violently assaulted me...
Who is the one in the wrong, who!
Crying? Was I crying? While unconsciously licking the corners of his lips, Yu Yanzhang had indeed discovered the moist and salty taste of tears near the edges of his lips.
Time... it passed by far too swiftly. In just the blink of an eye, has so many years really already come and have passed?
"Oh, okay." After this utterance, Meng Yun planned to head to his room, but that father of his stopped him to ask.
Why? Why does my heart hurt so gosh-darn much... It feels like my heart is being squeezed, like its being twisted and wrung. It was as though there was someone who had extended their long finger nails into his heart, piercing his lungs, tearing his flesh.
"Who were you crying over? And why do I get the feeling the man who got that honour wasn't me, right?"
"Say it. Tell me to put it in—to push it in deeper! Tell me! You shameless demon, say it!"
Those slender fingers of Yu Jiang that were imbued with his strength, moved to wipe the tears from Yu Yanzhang's face while he spoke. While within those darkened orbs, there was intimidation and coercion as he stared at his father's face.
Who is the one in the wrong, who!
"It's nothing. My eyes were just hurting."
"'Her'" Meng Yun repeated after him, but all his father did was shoot up and run out the room with a speed and agility that was unnatural for a middle aged man.
Yu Yanzhang wanted to break free of Yu Jiang, but the man below him had only held onto him even tighter. Yu Jiang then forced Yu Yanzhang's legs open to straddle him on either side then used his hand to cup his father's face.
Why? Why does my heart hurt so gosh-darn much... It feels like my heart is being squeezed, like its being twisted and wrung. It was as though there was someone who had extended their long finger nails into his heart, piercing his lungs, tearing his flesh.
Yu Jiang asked him this while still nipping at his lips, also while a hand of his roamed to that place between Yu Jiang's legs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Part 2
"Alright, if your eyes are in pain, then I'll just blow on them for you."
And at this sight, those darkened eyes of Yu Jiang now shone with an unbreakable desire wrought with lυst, a desire that was as burning hot as it was ice-cold.
Ah... I really like this world!
"What kind of cases you're been working on recently?"
Those were the words he had spoken, but all he did was capture the lips of the man above him without an ounce of hesitation.
"Huh?" Before he was able to stop his body from quivering, he lifted his head in shock to find YuJiang's handsome, yet angry face. When did he wake up? That's not important, what matters is why were those beautifully dark eyes of his now filled with rage!
"Mmmph—don't!" He wanted to pull away, but once his chin was held in Yu Jiang's vice-like grip, he mouth was forced open to deepen their kiss. He was now practically gagged, unable to breathe—struggling all the while his colourless face completely reddened.
So, from below, the swooshes from the cleaners sweeping could be heard as they swept up all the dead, fallen leaves.
"You—are you some sort of s-x demon? Aside from me, just how many men have you had?"
Unable to bear the sadness ripping through his chest, Yu Yanzhang trembled at he hid his face in Yu Jiang's chest. That solid and hot, young and strong chest, seemed to have given him some strength—until he was lifted by a pair of strong arms.
When Yu Yanzhang and Liu Wei were having their confrontation in the bathroom, Tang Hong's voice had seriously given him a start! He absolutely could not let Tang Hong discover he knew that man! So after he hid behind the door, luckily, Liu Wei had soon left, with Tang Hong also going to see him off. Thus, Yu Yanzhang had remained undiscovered, and was also able to hurriedly slip back into the bedroom. He was very lucky indeed! Even Yu Jiang had remained sleeping soundly and had not noticed he had left for the bathroom.
Thinking of that "A" who was currently in his bedroom, being held by that carefree group leader of his, Tang Hong's chest erupted with an acrid and indescribable feeling that was even more uncomfortable than sour.
Yu Jiang asked him this while still nipping at his lips, also while a hand of his roamed to that place between Yu Jiang's legs.
Autumn was slowly approaching.
"N-no! D-don't!" Yu Yanzhang cried out, but Yu Jiang's finger had already entered his front. Even after showering, and cleaning himself not long ago, that place had been ravaged so much the night gone by that those petals of his were still moistened like those coated in an early morning dew. So those roughly invading fingers of Yu Jiang had made their way in without obstruction. Then as one finger thrυst its way inside, the other digits had busied themself with a ruthless assault on those petals, kneading those thin layers of skin without mercy.
'Don't go! I don't want to get sent of to die!' Why? Why would he have such an emotion... Wasn't this the man I hated fervently? Wasn't this the man I hated so passionately for imprisoning me? Wasn't he the demon who had violently assaulted me...
Time... it passed by far too swiftly. In just the blink of an eye, has so many years really already come and have passed?
"It's nothing. My eyes were just hurting."
Those swollen inner walls—those countless nerve endings—by that man's constant stimulation had rapidly grown excited. Yu Yanzhang, despite his unwillingness, still couldn't stop his waist from trembling, nor his teeth from pressing into his lips. He also couldn't stop that lower part of his from surrounding Yu Jiang's fingers with a increasingly tightening grip.
Tang Hong let out a long sigh of pure relief. It was a new day—another new day of life! He then made his way to the window, pulling open the curtain wide as he observed with wonder the refreshingly scene before him while he released another intoxicated sigh.
"Say it. Tell me to put it in—to push it in deeper! Tell me! You shameless demon, say it!"
The two black locust trees lining the road beneath his apartment were both already losing their leaves.
Yu Jiang cursed as he crudely thrυst his fingers in even deeper, as he used the roughness of his skin to grind against those warm inner walls that encircled Yu Yanzhang's depths. When he retracted his fingers, those thin muscles won around him, and when those fingers pulled out, a slick wet sound had become distinct.
"When's the wedding?" Meng Yun cut off his father.
Those swollen inner walls—those countless nerve endings—by that man's constant stimulation had rapidly grown excited. Yu Yanzhang, despite his unwillingness, still couldn't stop his waist from trembling, nor his teeth from pressing into his lips. He also couldn't stop that lower part of his from surrounding Yu Jiang's fingers with a increasingly tightening grip.
And at this sight, those darkened eyes of Yu Jiang now shone with an unbreakable desire wrought with lυst, a desire that was as burning hot as it was ice-cold.
"Aahn..." Regardless of his tightly pressed lips, Yu Yanzhang couldn't stop the moan that forced its way from his clenched teeth.
"Aahn..." Regardless of his tightly pressed lips, Yu Yanzhang couldn't stop the moan that forced its way from his clenched teeth.
He wanted to lift himself, he wanted to escape Yu Jiang's hold, but his waist was firmly held in place buy one of that man's hands, while the other still wantonly invaded and kneaded that place between his legs. Now, from that rose stem-like manhood, to the petals which kept it in their fold, a coat of slick wetness glazed from those fingers' constant teasing, with a new one applied every time they extracted long enough to allow the dripping exit of his warm, white honey. This kind of hearty ravaging to the secret garden at his front, made it so Yu Yanzhang had no way to resist the waves of sweet desire that came rushing up from his nethers. Accepting his defeat, overcome by desire, he leaned completely onto Yu Jiang's chest and lost himself in pleasure-laced moans.
Since he was just planning to head upstairs to his room, Meng Yun was now standing and staring in shock at his fathers stammers and shouts, while that cigar in his hand now fell to the floor.
And at this sight, those darkened eyes of Yu Jiang now shone with an unbreakable desire wrought with lυst, a desire that was as burning hot as it was ice-cold.
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His eyes locked on Yu Yanzhang's, his lips bound to the other's in passion, and those fingers below still attacked that secret place with glee. He made Yu Yanzhang unable to moan, and again made the man unable to endure the burning flames of his desire. So now that body above his, utterly enraptured by wave after wave of sweet provocation, wriggled like a fish out of water, twerking and jerking with endless spasms, while his delicate and fair bυttocks also repeatedly clamped tight.
I can't tell if this is just destiny, or if it's just the path leading to death, either way, it seems as though those steps are nearing—one by one—thump by thump—thud by thud—by thud! His mind then wandered to his meeting with Liu Wei, a moment just passed that once he laid eyes on the Liu Wei who turned back to look at him, a part of himself almost reached to stop him—there was a part of him that wanted to beg Liu Wei to not go!
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Notes:
Stockholm syndrome is hell of a thing. The mind really is capable of crazy sht to deal with crazy a-ss scenarios.
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