Evil Son: C24-1
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Part One
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"Let me go!" Even though he was stubbornly being attacked by his son's fingers in his private area, it had made Yu Yanzhang feel as though a boiling hot inferno was rаvaging the secret garden between his legs. It was dizzying force, one that made his reluctantly tremble. It had hid also urged his head to impatiently lift upwards, as a trail of sweet and heated breaths now slipped out from his parted lips. Aaahn... Having been subjected to еrotic training, this body of his was far too sensitive now. As just the mere act of being toyed with using fingers, was enough to conjure the feeling of being empty, of it seeming that he wanted something more satiating to be thrυst in. But still, deep in heart, was the conflicting surge of sorrow a bitterness that was vague... it screamed all this was abnormal, that all of it was too strange!
An old and ugly man—a man who was his own father. Yes, he was also a man who had escaped Liu Wei's insane torment, and now things were basically back to what they were before. And yes, though he did never dared purposely spy into it when journeying to the washroom and back, there were times he would occasionally catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror there, to see it held the form of man vaguely in his thirties. A man whose skin was as pale as snow, and whose features were decent and upright. They were very honest, and they were very normal too. The only thing that stood out was his ever knitted brows which now took shape in a permanent river-shaped (川) wrinkle.
Regardless of where I am, why does always feel as though this body of mine will be destroyed one of these days?
"You demon..." Yu Jiang swore, grabbing his father by the arms until his pale, ice-cold skin had been pressed into deeply by his fingers.
A man impregnated by another man's wicked seed—a father engaging in sеxual acts with his own son. Under the cover of all the heavens, the only man like this in existence is probably just me.
He know those things were all now in the past, but even Yu Yanzhang himself had no idea why his heart was had persisted in being enraptured by this pain, as though he was always crying in a dream. For the past few days when he had awakened from sleep, he would always come to discover a cold, clammy wetness had stained his cheeks. He did not dare go look in a mirror to see for himself, he dared not gaze at one ever since Liu Wei had forced him to see his form: a person who was not a person, a ghost that was not a ghost. For the current Yu Yanzhang, mirrors had become an object of instinctive terror. So to find the answer to the question: was he really crying in his dreams? He used his fingers to rub his face then placed the moist fingers between his lips, and indeed, they had carried the sting of salt.
"Let me go!" Even though he was stubbornly being attacked by his son's fingers in his private area, it had made Yu Yanzhang feel as though a boiling hot inferno was rаvaging the secret garden between his legs. It was dizzying force, one that made his reluctantly tremble. It had hid also urged his head to impatiently lift upwards, as a trail of sweet and heated breaths now slipped out from his parted lips. Aaahn... Having been subjected to еrotic training, this body of his was far too sensitive now. As just the mere act of being toyed with using fingers, was enough to conjure the feeling of being empty, of it seeming that he wanted something more satiating to be thrυst in. But still, deep in heart, was the conflicting surge of sorrow a bitterness that was vague... it screamed all this was abnormal, that all of it was too strange!
What a truly strange feeling.
But... don't I still hope for some semblance of an ordinary life?
It was something Yu Jiang had no interest in theorizing this issue, as the the pursuit of pleasure had already engulfed his consciousness with other pressing matters. Moving his hands to Yu Yanzhang's hips, he firmly pinned him in place so he would be able to make it easier to allow his wild and frenzied movements.
"Aah!" Yu Yanzhang shrieked, his waist trembling at a rapid speed. That tightened inner part of his suddenly being spread wide by the sizeable mass of hаrdened flesh inside him had given him the illusion that his entire abdomen was being filled.
An old and ugly man—a man who was his own father. Yes, he was also a man who had escaped Liu Wei's insane torment, and now things were basically back to what they were before. And yes, though he did never dared purposely spy into it when journeying to the washroom and back, there were times he would occasionally catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror there, to see it held the form of man vaguely in his thirties. A man whose skin was as pale as snow, and whose features were decent and upright. They were very honest, and they were very normal too. The only thing that stood out was his ever knitted brows which now took shape in a permanent river-shaped (川) wrinkle.
For the sky to be shining bright on high, for the birds to sing, the sweet fragrance of flowers to suffuse the air as life bestows its blessing of some bitter moments but also many that are sweet. To be able to go on trips during the height of spring, to be able to amass food during the depths of winter—just like those squirrels freely running through the trees which would never in their life know of anything close to the pain of someone like me. Such an existence, unlike my own—unlike me, who only possesses the dark, confined memories similar to those of a moleT/n: the author actually uses the word for "ground squirrels", which are things like ground hogs/marmots/woodchucks/etc. Unfortunately, the contrast isn't as strong since those buggers are cute af and not associated with darkness. (sorry Rufus).
But even then those wrinkled petals at the entrance, which could not resist the pleasure of being entered at the slightest, still wrapped around it, instinctively gripping that thing within him tight.
He know those things were all now in the past, but even Yu Yanzhang himself had no idea why his heart was had persisted in being enraptured by this pain, as though he was always crying in a dream. For the past few days when he had awakened from sleep, he would always come to discover a cold, clammy wetness had stained his cheeks. He did not dare go look in a mirror to see for himself, he dared not gaze at one ever since Liu Wei had forced him to see his form: a person who was not a person, a ghost that was not a ghost. For the current Yu Yanzhang, mirrors had become an object of instinctive terror. So to find the answer to the question: was he really crying in his dreams? He used his fingers to rub his face then placed the moist fingers between his lips, and indeed, they had carried the sting of salt.
After all, compared to the old and ugly thing that was himself, a person would of course have a greater preference for something fresh and beautiful, isn't that the truth? So there was no reason Yu Jiang could ever see a reason for Yu Jiang would be willing to persist going after someone like himself.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Part One
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Part One
His son was changing his clothes beside him, but that young man said nothing about this act of him, and only pretended he saw nothing of the sort.
He called out twice, but gained no reaction from the man who seemed to have genuinely lost consciousness. A complicated feeling now found its way into Yu Jiang as he stared down at the pale face of this man who was his own father,with his hand then extending to brush away the left over tears that stained that man's cheeks and lashes.
But... don't I still hope for some semblance of an ordinary life?
But in that fleeting moment—when his inner depths are filled with the release of that turbid seed, when his satiated and exhausted body are scooped up in an embrace—what follows after this intoxicating climax was nothing but an emptiness that would completely wreak havoc on Yu Yanzhang's heart.
So, even now, that sadness and desolation in his heart still persisted in surging, still flooded his chest. ...so lonely—so very lonely!
"Slow... slow down..." Yu Yanzhang shrieked, as that blush face and haze filled eyes he had initially, gave way to agony filled eyes and a face drained of colour. He used both hands to tightly grip onto his sons arms, the expression on his face was one on the cusp of vomiting.
Again and again, for times that were now countless, that body of his had been long been held and possessed by his son. Where every time left him enriched, hot, and filled; where every time his body was penеtrated to its depths his mind would be filled with nothing else. All there was, all he could feel was that all of his world, all of his joy, now lay on that young and burning hot chest belonging to his son.
The intensity of their copulation filled the room with a slick slew of sounds.
But in that fleeting moment—when his inner depths are filled with the release of that turbid seed, when his satiated and exhausted body are scooped up in an embrace—what follows after this intoxicating climax was nothing but an emptiness that would completely wreak havoc on Yu Yanzhang's heart.
But... what could he do about it? He had promised Liu Wei he'd give birth to the child in his stomach. So to comfort himself, Yu Yanzhang had sworn that after giving birth to that child, he would never again go through such a disgusting act. ...I'll restore my original manly appearance... Original? What a joke—
The fine hairs on his cheeks pierced into Yu Jiang's chest. Suddenly, a sour kind of feeling, one bitter and pained, set a blaze inside the depths of Yu Jiang's heart.
Again and again, for times that were now countless, that body of his had been long been held and possessed by his son. Where every time left him enriched, hot, and filled; where every time his body was penеtrated to its depths his mind would be filled with nothing else. All there was, all he could feel was that all of his world, all of his joy, now lay on that young and burning hot chest belonging to his son.
More times than not, he would find himself gazing at his son's handsome face with suspicion. Thoughts would then abound of his wishes for this very young, very handsome son of him to have a future without limits or restrictions. Then, he would also wonder if there were any very young, very beautiful men or women who also possessed such promising futures that would be there to love him.
He did his best not to think about it, because doing so push him into a chasm of unparalleled self disgust.
A man impregnated by another man's wicked seed—a father engaging in sеxual acts with his own son. Under the cover of all the heavens, the only man like this in existence is probably just me.
"Aah!" Yu Yanzhang shrieked, his waist trembling at a rapid speed. That tightened inner part of his suddenly being spread wide by the sizeable mass of hаrdened flesh inside him had given him the illusion that his entire abdomen was being filled.
Would he always be loving several of them, or would it be just one man, or just one woman?
More times than not, he would find himself gazing at his son's handsome face with suspicion. Thoughts would then abound of his wishes for this very young, very handsome son of him to have a future without limits or restrictions. Then, he would also wonder if there were any very young, very beautiful men or women who also possessed such promising futures that would be there to love him.
iana: sometimes I think about that kid inside Yu Yanzhang while translating chapters like this. The poor thing is getting stabbed, poked and stirred to oblivion. It's pure literary magic it held on this far despite all the bs going on outside. That's a strong as-s child in there... one that's going to be born with PTSD, and possibly a not irrational fear of shaking.
"Slow... slow down..." Yu Yanzhang shrieked, as that blush face and haze filled eyes he had initially, gave way to agony filled eyes and a face drained of colour. He used both hands to tightly grip onto his sons arms, the expression on his face was one on the cusp of vomiting.
After all, compared to the old and ugly thing that was himself, a person would of course have a greater preference for something fresh and beautiful, isn't that the truth? So there was no reason Yu Jiang could ever see a reason for Yu Jiang would be willing to persist going after someone like himself.
His son was changing his clothes beside him, but that young man said nothing about this act of him, and only pretended he saw nothing of the sort.
"Let me go!" Even though he was stubbornly being attacked by his son's fingers in his private area, it had made Yu Yanzhang feel as though a boiling hot inferno was rаvaging the secret garden between his legs. It was dizzying force, one that made his reluctantly tremble. It had hid also urged his head to impatiently lift upwards, as a trail of sweet and heated breaths now slipped out from his parted lips. Aaahn... Having been subjected to еrotic training, this body of his was far too sensitive now. As just the mere act of being toyed with using fingers, was enough to conjure the feeling of being empty, of it seeming that he wanted something more satiating to be thrυst in. But still, deep in heart, was the conflicting surge of sorrow a bitterness that was vague... it screamed all this was abnormal, that all of it was too strange!
What a truly strange feeling.
An old and ugly man—a man who was his own father. Yes, he was also a man who had escaped Liu Wei's insane torment, and now things were basically back to what they were before. And yes, though he did never dared purposely spy into it when journeying to the washroom and back, there were times he would occasionally catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror there, to see it held the form of man vaguely in his thirties. A man whose skin was as pale as snow, and whose features were decent and upright. They were very honest, and they were very normal too. The only thing that stood out was his ever knitted brows which now took shape in a permanent river-shaped (川) wrinkle.
But regarding his body... no, he did not dare look, having no interest at all in seeing that deformed, secret figure that was his own. So every tome he passed by that mirror, he did so with haste, feeling so ashamed yet having nowhere to hide his face. An old man like him who was a again forced to conceive another man's child, with that loathsome body he, himself, despised; now has has to think about how his own son viewed this body of his at current, as well as Tang Hong, who was also his son! That simple and honest boy, what would he think of him as person when he possessed this kind of flesh?
"...Yanzhang. Yanzhang!"
After all, compared to the old and ugly thing that was himself, a person would of course have a greater preference for something fresh and beautiful, isn't that the truth? So there was no reason Yu Jiang could ever see a reason for Yu Jiang would be willing to persist going after someone like himself.
But regarding his body... no, he did not dare look, having no interest at all in seeing that deformed, secret figure that was his own. So every tome he passed by that mirror, he did so with haste, feeling so ashamed yet having nowhere to hide his face. An old man like him who was a again forced to conceive another man's child, with that loathsome body he, himself, despised; now has has to think about how his own son viewed this body of his at current, as well as Tang Hong, who was also his son! That simple and honest boy, what would he think of him as person when he possessed this kind of flesh?
"Don't!" He let out a fierce scream. But no matter how much Yu Yanzhang protested that son of his showed not the slightest degree of care. Yu Jiang then pried Yu Yanzhang's legs apart, in order to penеtrate the furthest depths of his father's tight, little back hоle. And he did indeed achieve it, as from below him, Yu Yanzhang struggled to bear the dizziness that came with being bored into and forced into so very deep. Leaning on his son's chest was all he could do while his entire body was now steeped in pallor. He felt as though he was seated on a pillar of fire, while the hairs at that base of the flaming root prickled and tickled the sensitive mounds being split apart.
He did his best not to think about it, because doing so push him into a chasm of unparalleled self disgust.
"Aah!" Yu Yanzhang shrieked, his waist trembling at a rapid speed. That tightened inner part of his suddenly being spread wide by the sizeable mass of hаrdened flesh inside him had given him the illusion that his entire abdomen was being filled.
But... what could he do about it? He had promised Liu Wei he'd give birth to the child in his stomach. So to comfort himself, Yu Yanzhang had sworn that after giving birth to that child, he would never again go through such a disgusting act. ...I'll restore my original manly appearance... Original? What a joke—
iana: sometimes I think about that kid inside Yu Yanzhang while translating chapters like this. The poor thing is getting stabbed, poked and stirred to oblivion. It's pure literary magic it held on this far despite all the bs going on outside. That's a strong as-s child in there... one that's going to be born with PTSD, and possibly a not irrational fear of shaking.
These dazed thoughts of his were suddenly broken by the realisation his son's strong hands were now parting his his fair and slender cheеk to immediately push a hоt and firm object inside. That sensitive hоle was already stirred by Yu Jiang's fingers, and the delicate skin near its entrance was long flushed and swollen. So upon the presence of that known foreign length, with a slight tremble, it's most immediate desire, was to wrap that object tight; while that ever-teased petals the front of him, were already gushing and gurgling its share of white, turbid honey from within him, through their unfolded lips.
From behind, Yu Jiang wrapped his arms around his father, then skilfully began turning the older man to face him, while making sure the union between them remained unbroken. But this new kind of stimulation had the added effect of making Yu Yanzhang erupt into impatient moans. His face was now flushed, and his flustered gaze fixated on Yu Jiang. With parted lips, an endless string of panting breaths escaped him, yet still those plump bυttocks never halted their movements, still twisting and grinding just like before as if it was seated on something unsteady. It was clearly his act of resistance, unwilling to take that appendage of his son's any more deeply. Those hot inner walls of his were clamped onto Yu Jiang as if they were holding on to life, and this act of theirs made it hard for Yu Jiang to parry.
"Don't!" He let out a fierce scream. But no matter how much Yu Yanzhang protested that son of his showed not the slightest degree of care. Yu Jiang then pried Yu Yanzhang's legs apart, in order to penеtrate the furthest depths of his father's tight, little back hоle. And he did indeed achieve it, as from below him, Yu Yanzhang struggled to bear the dizziness that came with being bored into and forced into so very deep. Leaning on his son's chest was all he could do while his entire body was now steeped in pallor. He felt as though he was seated on a pillar of fire, while the hairs at that base of the flaming root prickled and tickled the sensitive mounds being split apart.
"You demon..." Yu Jiang swore, grabbing his father by the arms until his pale, ice-cold skin had been pressed into deeply by his fingers.
"Demon, this reaction of yours is simply amazing!" From behind him, Yu Jiang chimed with a gasp. He then took hold of Yu Yanzhang's waist and began is onslaught of intense and penеtrative acts.
A man impregnated by another man's wicked seed—a father engaging in sеxual acts with his own son. Under the cover of all the heavens, the only man like this in existence is probably just me.
N/A
"Don't!" He let out a fierce scream. But no matter how much Yu Yanzhang protested that son of his showed not the slightest degree of care. Yu Jiang then pried Yu Yanzhang's legs apart, in order to penеtrate the furthest depths of his father's tight, little back hоle. And he did indeed achieve it, as from below him, Yu Yanzhang struggled to bear the dizziness that came with being bored into and forced into so very deep. Leaning on his son's chest was all he could do while his entire body was now steeped in pallor. He felt as though he was seated on a pillar of fire, while the hairs at that base of the flaming root prickled and tickled the sensitive mounds being split apart.
"Aah!" Yu Yanzhang shrieked, his waist trembling at a rapid speed. That tightened inner part of his suddenly being spread wide by the sizeable mass of hаrdened flesh inside him had given him the illusion that his entire abdomen was being filled.
He is my father. This man I could make pregnant myself, was actually my own father... what a wonderful feeling indeed.
"Don't!" He let out a fierce scream. But no matter how much Yu Yanzhang protested that son of his showed not the slightest degree of care. Yu Jiang then pried Yu Yanzhang's legs apart, in order to penеtrate the furthest depths of his father's tight, little back hоle. And he did indeed achieve it, as from below him, Yu Yanzhang struggled to bear the dizziness that came with being bored into and forced into so very deep. Leaning on his son's chest was all he could do while his entire body was now steeped in pallor. He felt as though he was seated on a pillar of fire, while the hairs at that base of the flaming root prickled and tickled the sensitive mounds being split apart.
Being inserted like this had resulted in the sensitivity of that weak lower body of his going on the rise. So whenever his son twisted that huge length of his within him, those moist inner petals of his constricted and sucked him in.
His son was changing his clothes beside him, but that young man said nothing about this act of him, and only pretended he saw nothing of the sort.
Being inserted like this had resulted in the sensitivity of that weak lower body of his going on the rise. So whenever his son twisted that huge length of his within him, those moist inner petals of his constricted and sucked him in.
But even then those wrinkled petals at the entrance, which could not resist the pleasure of being entered at the slightest, still wrapped around it, instinctively gripping that thing within him tight.
"Demon, this reaction of yours is simply amazing!" From behind him, Yu Jiang chimed with a gasp. He then took hold of Yu Yanzhang's waist and began is onslaught of intense and penеtrative acts.
Being inserted like this had resulted in the sensitivity of that weak lower body of his going on the rise. So whenever his son twisted that huge length of his within him, those moist inner petals of his constricted and sucked him in.
Once finished, he took a deep breath then scooped up the passed out Yu Yanzhang into his arms, and used his palm to stroke the man's tightly closed eyes and ghostly white cheeks. As he he did this, because the other lay in his arms nаked, the remnants of his release he had just poured into the other, slowly trickled from between that man's legs, soaking the bedding.
"No.. no more..." Despite his weak cries, the actual reality of the matter was Yu Yanzhang not having any control his bodily reactions. His hips still wound and writhed despite himself, betraying him as they practically begun dancing the second his son's invasive member pierced through.
In this world, how many sons were out there that would dare curse their fathers by calling them a demon (a seductress)?
He did his best not to think about it, because doing so push him into a chasm of unparalleled self disgust.
He did his best not to think about it, because doing so push him into a chasm of unparalleled self disgust.
From behind, Yu Jiang wrapped his arms around his father, then skilfully began turning the older man to face him, while making sure the union between them remained unbroken. But this new kind of stimulation had the added effect of making Yu Yanzhang erupt into impatient moans. His face was now flushed, and his flustered gaze fixated on Yu Jiang. With parted lips, an endless string of panting breaths escaped him, yet still those plump bυttocks never halted their movements, still twisting and grinding just like before as if it was seated on something unsteady. It was clearly his act of resistance, unwilling to take that appendage of his son's any more deeply. Those hot inner walls of his were clamped onto Yu Jiang as if they were holding on to life, and this act of theirs made it hard for Yu Jiang to parry.
"...Yanzhang. Yanzhang!"
From the between them, a large amount of honey had already flowed from the place they were joined.
So, even now, that sadness and desolation in his heart still persisted in surging, still flooded his chest. ...so lonely—so very lonely!
The fine hairs on his cheeks pierced into Yu Jiang's chest. Suddenly, a sour kind of feeling, one bitter and pained, set a blaze inside the depths of Yu Jiang's heart.
What a truly strange feeling.
"You demon..." Yu Jiang swore, grabbing his father by the arms until his pale, ice-cold skin had been pressed into deeply by his fingers.
The fine hairs on his cheeks pierced into Yu Jiang's chest. Suddenly, a sour kind of feeling, one bitter and pained, set a blaze inside the depths of Yu Jiang's heart.
Once finished, he took a deep breath then scooped up the passed out Yu Yanzhang into his arms, and used his palm to stroke the man's tightly closed eyes and ghostly white cheeks. As he he did this, because the other lay in his arms nаked, the remnants of his release he had just poured into the other, slowly trickled from between that man's legs, soaking the bedding.
N/A
In this world, how many sons were out there that would dare curse their fathers by calling them a demon (a seductress)?
But... don't I still hope for some semblance of an ordinary life?
It was something Yu Jiang had no interest in theorizing this issue, as the the pursuit of pleasure had already engulfed his consciousness with other pressing matters. Moving his hands to Yu Yanzhang's hips, he firmly pinned him in place so he would be able to make it easier to allow his wild and frenzied movements.
"Let me go!" Even though he was stubbornly being attacked by his son's fingers in his private area, it had made Yu Yanzhang feel as though a boiling hot inferno was rаvaging the secret garden between his legs. It was dizzying force, one that made his reluctantly tremble. It had hid also urged his head to impatiently lift upwards, as a trail of sweet and heated breaths now slipped out from his parted lips. Aaahn... Having been subjected to еrotic training, this body of his was far too sensitive now. As just the mere act of being toyed with using fingers, was enough to conjure the feeling of being empty, of it seeming that he wanted something more satiating to be thrυst in. But still, deep in heart, was the conflicting surge of sorrow a bitterness that was vague... it screamed all this was abnormal, that all of it was too strange!
It was something Yu Jiang had no interest in theorizing this issue, as the the pursuit of pleasure had already engulfed his consciousness with other pressing matters. Moving his hands to Yu Yanzhang's hips, he firmly pinned him in place so he would be able to make it easier to allow his wild and frenzied movements.
But... what could he do about it? He had promised Liu Wei he'd give birth to the child in his stomach. So to comfort himself, Yu Yanzhang had sworn that after giving birth to that child, he would never again go through such a disgusting act. ...I'll restore my original manly appearance... Original? What a joke—
"Slow... slow down..." Yu Yanzhang shrieked, as that blush face and haze filled eyes he had initially, gave way to agony filled eyes and a face drained of colour. He used both hands to tightly grip onto his sons arms, the expression on his face was one on the cusp of vomiting.
N/A
Regardless of where I am, why does always feel as though this body of mine will be destroyed one of these days?
For the sky to be shining bright on high, for the birds to sing, the sweet fragrance of flowers to suffuse the air as life bestows its blessing of some bitter moments but also many that are sweet. To be able to go on trips during the height of spring, to be able to amass food during the depths of winter—just like those squirrels freely running through the trees which would never in their life know of anything close to the pain of someone like me. Such an existence, unlike my own—unlike me, who only possesses the dark, confined memories similar to those of a moleT/n: the author actually uses the word for "ground squirrels", which are things like ground hogs/marmots/woodchucks/etc. Unfortunately, the contrast isn't as strong since those buggers are cute af and not associated with darkness. (sorry Rufus).
...oh yeah, his father was a man, but he was also a man impregnated with another man's evil seed. What's more, pregnant people could not withstand any kind of intense sеxual activity. And of course this was something Yu Jiang had known. But instead of stopping, he actually gripped Yu Jiang's waist even tighter, continuing his savage advancements, and completely disregarding his father's pleas and cries that leaked out like moans. "S-slow down... no m-more... Jiang..."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Part One
The intensity of their copulation filled the room with a slick slew of sounds.
These dazed thoughts of his were suddenly broken by the realisation his son's strong hands were now parting his his fair and slender cheеk to immediately push a hоt and firm object inside. That sensitive hоle was already stirred by Yu Jiang's fingers, and the delicate skin near its entrance was long flushed and swollen. So upon the presence of that known foreign length, with a slight tremble, it's most immediate desire, was to wrap that object tight; while that ever-teased petals the front of him, were already gushing and gurgling its share of white, turbid honey from within him, through their unfolded lips.
Yu Yanzhang cried and cried and cried out some more, until he suddenly fell over to collapse on Yu Jiang chest—fainting.
Again and again, for times that were now countless, that body of his had been long been held and possessed by his son. Where every time left him enriched, hot, and filled; where every time his body was penеtrated to its depths his mind would be filled with nothing else. All there was, all he could feel was that all of his world, all of his joy, now lay on that young and burning hot chest belonging to his son.
His son was changing his clothes beside him, but that young man said nothing about this act of him, and only pretended he saw nothing of the sort.
The fine hairs on his cheeks pierced into Yu Jiang's chest. Suddenly, a sour kind of feeling, one bitter and pained, set a blaze inside the depths of Yu Jiang's heart.
The fine hairs on his cheeks pierced into Yu Jiang's chest. Suddenly, a sour kind of feeling, one bitter and pained, set a blaze inside the depths of Yu Jiang's heart.
But in that fleeting moment—when his inner depths are filled with the release of that turbid seed, when his satiated and exhausted body are scooped up in an embrace—what follows after this intoxicating climax was nothing but an emptiness that would completely wreak havoc on Yu Yanzhang's heart.
But he still continued, giving no pause to his actions, and proceeded to subject his unconscious father's body to this torrid invasion. Even with Yu Yanzhang's tightened passage loosening because of his lost consciousness, Yu Jiang still quickly hit his peak and sprayed all of his hоt release into the depths of the older man above him.
Yu Yanzhang cried and cried and cried out some more, until he suddenly fell over to collapse on Yu Jiang chest—fainting.
Again and again, for times that were now countless, that body of his had been long been held and possessed by his son. Where every time left him enriched, hot, and filled; where every time his body was penеtrated to its depths his mind would be filled with nothing else. All there was, all he could feel was that all of his world, all of his joy, now lay on that young and burning hot chest belonging to his son.
But he still continued, giving no pause to his actions, and proceeded to subject his unconscious father's body to this torrid invasion. Even with Yu Yanzhang's tightened passage loosening because of his lost consciousness, Yu Jiang still quickly hit his peak and sprayed all of his hоt release into the depths of the older man above him.
Once finished, he took a deep breath then scooped up the passed out Yu Yanzhang into his arms, and used his palm to stroke the man's tightly closed eyes and ghostly white cheeks. As he he did this, because the other lay in his arms nаked, the remnants of his release he had just poured into the other, slowly trickled from between that man's legs, soaking the bedding.
What a truly strange feeling.
"...Yanzhang. Yanzhang!"
Regardless of where I am, why does always feel as though this body of mine will be destroyed one of these days?
He called out twice, but gained no reaction from the man who seemed to have genuinely lost consciousness. A complicated feeling now found its way into Yu Jiang as he stared down at the pale face of this man who was his own father,with his hand then extending to brush away the left over tears that stained that man's cheeks and lashes.
...oh yeah, his father was a man, but he was also a man impregnated with another man's evil seed. What's more, pregnant people could not withstand any kind of intense sеxual activity. And of course this was something Yu Jiang had known. But instead of stopping, he actually gripped Yu Jiang's waist even tighter, continuing his savage advancements, and completely disregarding his father's pleas and cries that leaked out like moans. "S-slow down... no m-more... Jiang..."
What a truly strange feeling.
"No.. no more..." Despite his weak cries, the actual reality of the matter was Yu Yanzhang not having any control his bodily reactions. His hips still wound and writhed despite himself, betraying him as they practically begun dancing the second his son's invasive member pierced through.
"Aah!" Yu Yanzhang shrieked, his waist trembling at a rapid speed. That tightened inner part of his suddenly being spread wide by the sizeable mass of hаrdened flesh inside him had given him the illusion that his entire abdomen was being filled.
"...Yanzhang. Yanzhang!"
He is my father. This man I could make pregnant myself, was actually my own father... what a wonderful feeling indeed.
Would he always be loving several of them, or would it be just one man, or just one woman?
An old and ugly man—a man who was his own father. Yes, he was also a man who had escaped Liu Wei's insane torment, and now things were basically back to what they were before. And yes, though he did never dared purposely spy into it when journeying to the washroom and back, there were times he would occasionally catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror there, to see it held the form of man vaguely in his thirties. A man whose skin was as pale as snow, and whose features were decent and upright. They were very honest, and they were very normal too. The only thing that stood out was his ever knitted brows which now took shape in a permanent river-shaped (川) wrinkle.
From the between them, a large amount of honey had already flowed from the place they were joined.
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