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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: Part Two


This novel was posted on cnt18 [dot] blogsp0t [dot] com, by anasiana. If you're not reading it there, you get what you get  ̄へ ̄)


When Yu Yanzhang finally awoke, every inch of him felt incredibly sore. His cheeks were stinging. His body felt weak. And even his mouth prickled with dryness. He wanted to sit upright, but a dizzy spell hit him the second he lifted his head. So, while the stars danced before his eyes, he fell back onto the below below him.

Even as he spoke, Meng Zhaoxiong still swirled his fingers inside of Yu Yanzhang.

Exhaustion. That was all Yu Yanzhang felt. His mind was in such a mess that not even his reunion with Meng Zhaoxiong could stimulate it. "It's not that man's. He's my son. His name is Yu Jiang."

"No!" Yu Yanzhang's head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, all he wanted to do was sleep, but that man refused to let him rest. Meng Zhaoxiong eventually noticed that no matter how he questioned Yu Yanzhang he still looked hazy and his expression was strange. It was only then did he remember that he had given the man in his arms some local anaesthesia for the pain.


"Yanzhang! Don't move!"

"There are no major issues... the fetus is unharmed..."


In his daze, hearing a strange voice out of the blue had given Yu Yanzhang a start. He had already sensed his nakedness under the covers, so who was it that was with him right then? It was not Meng Fei, it wasn't his son either. He struggled to lift his head but froze the instant he laid eyes on the man in question.

"What am I doing?" Meng Zhaoxiong's voice was brimming with rage as he asked him in return. "What else could I be doing?" And with that, he pulled apart those two white mounds and casually slipped his middle finger inside.

"No, you can't. Your body's still hurt and weak. You need to rest and recuperate for a while. You can stay here with my uncle and the other's for now so you—" Meng Fei tried to to explain, but he was cut off by Yu Yanzhang's screams. "I want to go back! I want to go back! I want to go back right now!"

Fortunately, Meng Zhaoxiong quickly grabbed his waist and prevented him from hurting his face. Then he was turned over and again held in an embrace, where he stared at that man, looking at his simultaneously familiar yet unfamiliar face.


"Yanzhang. It's me, Yanzhang. You never expected to see me here, did you?"

"N-no..." Yu Yanzhang had no desire to kiss that man. But his weak and powerless acts of avoidance were all of no use. So that man claimed his slightly parted lips, showing no hesitance at all, when he invaded his mouth to explore deeper.


Above him was a very well-built middle-aged man, one wearing a three-piece suit, but he had a doctor's coat thrown over it.

After that man was done with him, he washed, dressed, and again returned to the bed.


Worriedly and nervously, that man was boring through him with his gaze. "Meng... Zhao... Xiong...?" Yu Yanzhang stammered out, only realising afterwards that his voice was so hoarse his words sounded more like croaks.

Meng Zhaoxiong chuckled, as if it was nothing, explaining, "Those who are pregnant are very susceptible to bouts of hysteria. As long as you go along with him, it'll be fine."

Now that it had been licked, that secret place of his was easier to stretch open with a finger, to which Meng Zhaoxiong added another to make it two, both of which invaded him deeply.

"Mngh!" Yu Yanzhang's backside was now stuffed to the brim with a man's burning weapon, and that body of his, beyond his control, had begun wrapping itself around that invading organ, contracting around that hardened mаnhood and forcing his thighs to quake at the explosion of pain coupled with pleasure.


"Yes, it's me." Meng Zhaoxiong let out a relieved sigh. He then sat beside Yu Yanzhang on the bed and tried to pull him into his arms. Yu Yanzhang, of course, resisted, inching his body away as best he could to avoid that man's embrace. But Meng Zhaoxiong only backed away for a moment, before pulling Yu Yanzhang in with a strong tug.

Fortunately, Meng Zhaoxiong quickly grabbed his waist and prevented him from hurting his face. Then he was turned over and again held in an embrace, where he stared at that man, looking at his simultaneously familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"Yes, it's me." Meng Zhaoxiong let out a relieved sigh. He then sat beside Yu Yanzhang on the bed and tried to pull him into his arms. Yu Yanzhang, of course, resisted, inching his body away as best he could to avoid that man's embrace. But Meng Zhaoxiong only backed away for a moment, before pulling Yu Yanzhang in with a strong tug.

Yu Yanzhang's voice quivered as he spoke. "I want to go back! I want to go home! I want to go back right now!"


"Yanzhang... it's me." The man kept his eyes trained on Yu Yanzhang's face, rabidness and reverie permeated his gaze, which was then followed by him lowering his head to seize Yu Yanzhang's lips.

"Meng... Zhaoxiong, don't do this!"

"Keel properly!" Meng Zhaoxiong ordered with a growl, forcing Yu Yanzhang to, again, weakly curl his body in a kneeling position on the table. Two hands then grabbed and pried his cheeks apart before a tongue began licking his crevice obstinately.

Them... what's good about them? Of course, they were bad too. If possible, all I want is a couple days of peace. This was what Yu Yanzhang thought as he gave Meng Zhaoxiong no response, this was all he did as his heavy lids began to droop. But he was jolted from the cusp of sleep by the cold and sudden insertion of a finger into his back end, letting out a yelp before asking: "What are you doing?"


"N-no..." Yu Yanzhang had no desire to kiss that man. But his weak and powerless acts of avoidance were all of no use. So that man claimed his slightly parted lips, showing no hesitance at all, when he invaded his mouth to explore deeper.

But Meng Zhaoxiong still roughly spread his exposed cheeks and then extended his tongue into the door of that narrow passage with zero hesitation. And that place, perhaps due to its overstimulation, upon the feel of that invading organ, twitched. So, in the end, to all these prodding and licking acts of Meng Zhaoxiong's, those weak inner walls had no method of avoiding them.

But that man did not relent, he refused to let him go. Instead, he tightened his grip as if he was pleading.

The inside and outside of his mouth were repeatedly licked. The tongue plunged deep into in throat and stalled his breath. He had almost fainted again by these attacks, but Meng Zhaoxiong's passionate kisses never abated, in fact, they possessed such a searing heat it felt as though they intended to burn and melt both Yu Yanzhang's body and his soul.


The inside and outside of his mouth were repeatedly licked. The tongue plunged deep into in throat and stalled his breath. He had almost fainted again by these attacks, but Meng Zhaoxiong's passionate kisses never abated, in fact, they possessed such a searing heat it felt as though they intended to burn and melt both Yu Yanzhang's body and his soul.

Forced to spread his legs. Forced to hear the wet sounds of the licking behind him. The sounds from that place were so lewd Yu Yanzhang wanted to cover his ears.

Although this last blow wasn't fatal, it did manage to kindle a sense of dread within Yu Yanzhang's heart. Resulting in his face turning pale and mouth sealing in a daze. "Yanzhang, they really don't want you! Plus, what can those two even give you? Xiao Fei is getting married. You know that, right? Do you think he's still going to pay attention to you when he has a wife? Even if you are pregnant with his child, he'll still kick you aside! Don't you see it? Tang Sen's dead, and Liu Wei's on the brink of death, so the only one left is me. Yanzhang, do you understand what I'm saying now?" Meng Zhaoxiong hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm the only one left who can truly love you, so come stay at my side. I can give you anything you want. If you demand it, I will divorce my wife and marry you."

But that man did not relent, he refused to let him go. Instead, he tightened his grip as if he was pleading.


"Finally... you've finally returned to my side! I've finally found you again!"

"What are you doing?! Get away! Meng Fei and Xiao Jiang are right outside!" The thought of what Meng Zhaoxiong was going to do had even managed to scare Yu Yanzhang's drowsiness away. He cried out softly in a panic, the anxiety had also forced tears from his eyes.

"No—don't, please!" Yu Yanzhang cried, struggling with all he had. But a ruthless slap on his buttocks followed by a hard blow on his waist made Yu Yanzhang quiet. The hits to his waist and hips caused the pain to rise from the places he was wounded which in turn made his head spin, forcing his worn-out body to fall limply onto the table under him.

"N-no..." Yu Yanzhang had no desire to kiss that man. But his weak and powerless acts of avoidance were all of no use. So that man claimed his slightly parted lips, showing no hesitance at all, when he invaded his mouth to explore deeper.


After this, that man said nothing more, only wrapping Yu Yanzhang tightly against his chest and continuing to kiss the former with reckless abandon. While his large, rough hands slipped under the covers to roam across Yu Yanzhang's smooth skin greedily to and fro.

Not knowing what it was he meant by those words, Yu Yanzhang stared at the man staring right back at him as he went on to say, "You know that, right? You've gotten old, Yanzhang!" He then rubbed Yu Yanzhang's skin as he added, "Look at it, look at how rough your skin has gotten. I still remember the touch of your skin from back then, it was so tender, so smooth, especially that аss of yours which skimmed over my fingers like silk."


"Meng... Zhaoxiong, don't do this!"

"Yanzhang! Don't move!"


Yu Yanzhang struggled, wanting to push Meng Zhaoxiong away, because he could he could already feel that hardened thing pushing against his waist.

When Yu Yanzhang finally awoke, every inch of him felt incredibly sore. His cheeks were stinging. His body felt weak. And even his mouth prickled with dryness. He wanted to sit upright, but a dizzy spell hit him the second he lifted his head. So, while the stars danced before his eyes, he fell back onto the below below him.


"Yanzhang!"

"Oh, I see..." (Meng Fei)

Forced to spread his legs. Forced to hear the wet sounds of the licking behind him. The sounds from that place were so lewd Yu Yanzhang wanted to cover his ears.

The inside and outside of his mouth were repeatedly licked. The tongue plunged deep into in throat and stalled his breath. He had almost fainted again by these attacks, but Meng Zhaoxiong's passionate kisses never abated, in fact, they possessed such a searing heat it felt as though they intended to burn and melt both Yu Yanzhang's body and his soul.


But that man did not relent, he refused to let him go. Instead, he tightened his grip as if he was pleading.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it, I swear. I was just so angry... I was in such a fit of rage that I—" Yu Jiang was trying to explain, but he was suddenly cut off when he noticed his father trembling all over.


"Tang Sen is dead, and Liu Wei is going to die too, isn't he? Yanzhang?" The man's voice then trembled as he asked, "Is this your plan? Do you wish to have all of us who know the secret of your body to be eliminated?"

Them... what's good about them? Of course, they were bad too. If possible, all I want is a couple days of peace. This was what Yu Yanzhang thought as he gave Meng Zhaoxiong no response, this was all he did as his heavy lids began to droop. But he was jolted from the cusp of sleep by the cold and sudden insertion of a finger into his back end, letting out a yelp before asking: "What are you doing?"

Meng Zhaoxiong, on the other hand, pulled off his lab coat and left. So now left alone, the tired and disgusted Yu Yanzhang dropped his head onto the pillow, the dizziness sending his mind on a whirl seeming to push him to near slumber's embrace. But sleep had again eluded him because his ears were alerted by the sound of incoming steps mixed with whispers.

"Ah!"


"If so, doesn't that man along with Xiao Fei know of your secret as well? How did they come to know about it, huh? Have they enjoyed this body of yours, too?" Meng Zhaoxiong suddenly became crazed. He used one hand to clasp Yu Yanzhang's neck, while the other pressed against his still-flat stomach. His teeth were practically gnashing as he spoke. "You're already pregnant. I examined you while you were asleep. You're a few months along already, so whose is it? Who's the father?"

"Ah—!" The tight and narrow passage was broken into by sheer force, and pure dread made Yu Yanzhang push out a shrill cry. But a hand from behind clamped his mouth shut, cutting his scream off in an instant. Meng Zhaoxiong then used more force, thrυsting into Yu Yanzhang deeper.

His twisted even more, his voice laced with malice. "As expected, so old."

"No!" Yu Yanzhang's head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, all he wanted to do was sleep, but that man refused to let him rest. Meng Zhaoxiong eventually noticed that no matter how he questioned Yu Yanzhang he still looked hazy and his expression was strange. It was only then did he remember that he had given the man in his arms some local anaesthesia for the pain.


Exhaustion. That was all Yu Yanzhang felt. His mind was in such a mess that not even his reunion with Meng Zhaoxiong could stimulate it. "It's not that man's. He's my son. His name is Yu Jiang."

But that man did not relent, he refused to let him go. Instead, he tightened his grip as if he was pleading.

All he wished for was to break free of that man's embrace, giving his all to do so. But... how on earth did I end up being sent here, anyhow? Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, what on earth were they thinking? Was it that it was better to be sent to here than a hospital?

Meng Zhaoxiong gripped onto his wriggling body, however, still spitting, "Do you get it? You are old. Meng Fei and that son of yours will never be interested in this body for long! All they are is curious, nothing more. Neither of them will ever like you, there's no chance of it. Why the hell would they? They're both young, they have youth. Do you actually think that they will? They have scores of younger and more beautiful men and women waiting for them elsewhere. So how the hell could they possibly ever fall for someone like you? After they play around with you, after they're done getting their fill, they're just going to kick you to the curb. You know that, right? Only you, the ever-overreaching fool, would actually be stupid enough to get yourself knocked up with their kid. Do you even realise that a pregnancy at your age could easily cost you your life?!"


"Son?" The laugh escaping that man was piercing, followed by him grasping Yu Yanzhang by the chin, his warm breath then hitting his ear. "Did you give birth to him? Or was he birthed by Xiao Lei?"

After this, that man said nothing more, only wrapping Yu Yanzhang tightly against his chest and continuing to kiss the former with reckless abandon. While his large, rough hands slipped under the covers to roam across Yu Yanzhang's smooth skin greedily to and fro.

"Yanzhang... it's me." The man kept his eyes trained on Yu Yanzhang's face, rabidness and reverie permeated his gaze, which was then followed by him lowering his head to seize Yu Yanzhang's lips.

When Yu Yanzhang finally awoke, every inch of him felt incredibly sore. His cheeks were stinging. His body felt weak. And even his mouth prickled with dryness. He wanted to sit upright, but a dizzy spell hit him the second he lifted his head. So, while the stars danced before his eyes, he fell back onto the below below him.


"That's... that's none of your business!" Yu Yanzhang panted as shot back. But Meng Zhaoxiong only erupted in his piercing laughter once more. "How could it not be any of my business? Your son? Hmph!" He then angrily grabbed Yu Yanzhang by the chin. "Your son... Your son? Do you not know how that kid looks at you? When he stood by your side earlier, his eyes were glued to every inch of you like some kind of wild beast. Does he know? Does he know this body of yours?" Meng Zhaoxiong seemed to have a realisation, a fierce expression now contorting his face as he tightened his grip on Yu Yanzhang's waist. "Oh my god! Did you actually get into that kind of relationship with your own son? Is the little one inside your stomach actually his?!"

"Those two... were they better than me?" Meng Zhaoxiong held on to his face more firmly, his tone much sharper as asked. The dazed Yu Yanzhang still caught on to his meaning of the "they" being mentioned referring to Meng Fei and Yu Jiang.

Although this last blow wasn't fatal, it did manage to kindle a sense of dread within Yu Yanzhang's heart. Resulting in his face turning pale and mouth sealing in a daze. "Yanzhang, they really don't want you! Plus, what can those two even give you? Xiao Fei is getting married. You know that, right? Do you think he's still going to pay attention to you when he has a wife? Even if you are pregnant with his child, he'll still kick you aside! Don't you see it? Tang Sen's dead, and Liu Wei's on the brink of death, so the only one left is me. Yanzhang, do you understand what I'm saying now?" Meng Zhaoxiong hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm the only one left who can truly love you, so come stay at my side. I can give you anything you want. If you demand it, I will divorce my wife and marry you."

"Oh, I see..." (Meng Fei)


"No!" Yu Yanzhang's head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, all he wanted to do was sleep, but that man refused to let him rest. Meng Zhaoxiong eventually noticed that no matter how he questioned Yu Yanzhang he still looked hazy and his expression was strange. It was only then did he remember that he had given the man in his arms some local anaesthesia for the pain.

Worriedly and nervously, that man was boring through him with his gaze. "Meng... Zhao... Xiong...?" Yu Yanzhang stammered out, only realising afterwards that his voice was so hoarse his words sounded more like croaks.


But even as he looked at that limp and exhausted body in his arms, even as he saw the haziness reflected in Yu Yanzhang's eyes, Meng Zhaoxiong still couldn't simply let such a hard-won opportunity just slip by. This was the male classmate he had loved from high school to this very day. Despite being married and having children of his own, he was the boy he had never forgotten. He was the one who often visited him in his sleep. In those dreams, that man would have thighs spread under him and helplessly endure his ravaging acts. He would cry; he would writhe, all while his аss accepted his rough invasion because all those actions did was allow him to thrυst deeper within.

"But he's very old, so this pregnancy is still very dangerous..." (Meng Zhaoxiong)


And now, that long-desired person right in his arms, that man was again finally in his reach.

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"Ah—it hurts!" The dry passage could not bear the entrance of the foreign object, so Yu Yanzhang cried out in pain.

"That's great..." This assured voice sounded like Meng Fei's.


"Don't do this... Meng... Zhaoxiong." Yu Yanzhang may have teetering on the edge of consciousness but he could still discern what it was the man above him was planning to do. So even with his exhausted voice, he tried to dissuade him. "I... just let me go." Hate was not even a feeling he held for Meng Zhaoxiong any more, all he felt towards that man was the desire for their ill-fated relationship to come to an end.

But even as he looked at that limp and exhausted body in his arms, even as he saw the haziness reflected in Yu Yanzhang's eyes, Meng Zhaoxiong still couldn't simply let such a hard-won opportunity just slip by. This was the male classmate he had loved from high school to this very day. Despite being married and having children of his own, he was the boy he had never forgotten. He was the one who often visited him in his sleep. In those dreams, that man would have thighs spread under him and helplessly endure his ravaging acts. He would cry; he would writhe, all while his аss accepted his rough invasion because all those actions did was allow him to thrυst deeper within.

Meng Fei was stunned, confusion overtaking him as he looked at the paled and frantic Yu Yanzhang, before again turning his gaze to his uncle.

"You..." Yu Yanzhang was gobsmacked, at a complete loss for words. Furthermore, to any of the three main culprits who had kidnapped and violated him in his student days, Yu Yanzhang instinctively felt terror. So he struggled. He panicked. He cried, "No! No! No! I don't need it! I don't want it!"


"Those two... were they better than me?" Meng Zhaoxiong held on to his face more firmly, his tone much sharper as asked. The dazed Yu Yanzhang still caught on to his meaning of the "they" being mentioned referring to Meng Fei and Yu Jiang.

"Tang Sen is dead, and Liu Wei is going to die too, isn't he? Yanzhang?" The man's voice then trembled as he asked, "Is this your plan? Do you wish to have all of us who know the secret of your body to be eliminated?"

When Yu Yanzhang finally awoke, every inch of him felt incredibly sore. His cheeks were stinging. His body felt weak. And even his mouth prickled with dryness. He wanted to sit upright, but a dizzy spell hit him the second he lifted his head. So, while the stars danced before his eyes, he fell back onto the below below him.

In his daze, hearing a strange voice out of the blue had given Yu Yanzhang a start. He had already sensed his nakedness under the covers, so who was it that was with him right then? It was not Meng Fei, it wasn't his son either. He struggled to lift his head but froze the instant he laid eyes on the man in question.


Them... what's good about them? Of course, they were bad too. If possible, all I want is a couple days of peace. This was what Yu Yanzhang thought as he gave Meng Zhaoxiong no response, this was all he did as his heavy lids began to droop. But he was jolted from the cusp of sleep by the cold and sudden insertion of a finger into his back end, letting out a yelp before asking: "What are you doing?"

Yu Yanzhang's voice quivered as he spoke. "I want to go back! I want to go home! I want to go back right now!"


"What am I doing?" Meng Zhaoxiong's voice was brimming with rage as he asked him in return. "What else could I be doing?" And with that, he pulled apart those two white mounds and casually slipped his middle finger inside.

"Yes, it's me." Meng Zhaoxiong let out a relieved sigh. He then sat beside Yu Yanzhang on the bed and tried to pull him into his arms. Yu Yanzhang, of course, resisted, inching his body away as best he could to avoid that man's embrace. But Meng Zhaoxiong only backed away for a moment, before pulling Yu Yanzhang in with a strong tug.

His twisted even more, his voice laced with malice. "As expected, so old."

Although this last blow wasn't fatal, it did manage to kindle a sense of dread within Yu Yanzhang's heart. Resulting in his face turning pale and mouth sealing in a daze. "Yanzhang, they really don't want you! Plus, what can those two even give you? Xiao Fei is getting married. You know that, right? Do you think he's still going to pay attention to you when he has a wife? Even if you are pregnant with his child, he'll still kick you aside! Don't you see it? Tang Sen's dead, and Liu Wei's on the brink of death, so the only one left is me. Yanzhang, do you understand what I'm saying now?" Meng Zhaoxiong hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm the only one left who can truly love you, so come stay at my side. I can give you anything you want. If you demand it, I will divorce my wife and marry you."


"Ah—it hurts!" The dry passage could not bear the entrance of the foreign object, so Yu Yanzhang cried out in pain.

Meng Fei was stunned, confusion overtaking him as he looked at the paled and frantic Yu Yanzhang, before again turning his gaze to his uncle.


"It's too dry." Meng Zhaoxiong grumbled. He then lifted Yu Yanzhang by the waist and made him lie face down on the table with his butt raised.

His twisted even more, his voice laced with malice. "As expected, so old."

"Yanzhang!"

"There are no major issues... the fetus is unharmed..."


"What are you doing?! Get away! Meng Fei and Xiao Jiang are right outside!" The thought of what Meng Zhaoxiong was going to do had even managed to scare Yu Yanzhang's drowsiness away. He cried out softly in a panic, the anxiety had also forced tears from his eyes.

"You..." Yu Yanzhang was gobsmacked, at a complete loss for words. Furthermore, to any of the three main culprits who had kidnapped and violated him in his student days, Yu Yanzhang instinctively felt terror. So he struggled. He panicked. He cried, "No! No! No! I don't need it! I don't want it!"


But Meng Zhaoxiong still roughly spread his exposed cheeks and then extended his tongue into the door of that narrow passage with zero hesitation. And that place, perhaps due to its overstimulation, upon the feel of that invading organ, twitched. So, in the end, to all these prodding and licking acts of Meng Zhaoxiong's, those weak inner walls had no method of avoiding them.

Although this last blow wasn't fatal, it did manage to kindle a sense of dread within Yu Yanzhang's heart. Resulting in his face turning pale and mouth sealing in a daze. "Yanzhang, they really don't want you! Plus, what can those two even give you? Xiao Fei is getting married. You know that, right? Do you think he's still going to pay attention to you when he has a wife? Even if you are pregnant with his child, he'll still kick you aside! Don't you see it? Tang Sen's dead, and Liu Wei's on the brink of death, so the only one left is me. Yanzhang, do you understand what I'm saying now?" Meng Zhaoxiong hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm the only one left who can truly love you, so come stay at my side. I can give you anything you want. If you demand it, I will divorce my wife and marry you."


"No—don't, please!" Yu Yanzhang cried, struggling with all he had. But a ruthless slap on his buttocks followed by a hard blow on his waist made Yu Yanzhang quiet. The hits to his waist and hips caused the pain to rise from the places he was wounded which in turn made his head spin, forcing his worn-out body to fall limply onto the table under him.

A pair of dark eyes then lowered, a pair of lips soon pressing onto his forehead with a kiss. "Are you alright?" It was Yu Jiang.


"Keel properly!" Meng Zhaoxiong ordered with a growl, forcing Yu Yanzhang to, again, weakly curl his body in a kneeling position on the table. Two hands then grabbed and pried his cheeks apart before a tongue began licking his crevice obstinately.

"That's... that's none of your business!" Yu Yanzhang panted as shot back. But Meng Zhaoxiong only erupted in his piercing laughter once more. "How could it not be any of my business? Your son? Hmph!" He then angrily grabbed Yu Yanzhang by the chin. "Your son... Your son? Do you not know how that kid looks at you? When he stood by your side earlier, his eyes were glued to every inch of you like some kind of wild beast. Does he know? Does he know this body of yours?" Meng Zhaoxiong seemed to have a realisation, a fierce expression now contorting his face as he tightened his grip on Yu Yanzhang's waist. "Oh my god! Did you actually get into that kind of relationship with your own son? Is the little one inside your stomach actually his?!"

The pleasure he felt increased when Meng Zhaoxiong thrυst his fingers in further to achieve even more depth. Then, by instinct, Yu Yanzhang had also begun lightly twisting his waist, entwining those fingers within his walls as if they were being devoured.

But Meng Zhaoxiong still roughly spread his exposed cheeks and then extended his tongue into the door of that narrow passage with zero hesitation. And that place, perhaps due to its overstimulation, upon the feel of that invading organ, twitched. So, in the end, to all these prodding and licking acts of Meng Zhaoxiong's, those weak inner walls had no method of avoiding them.


"Ngh..." There was nothing more shameful for Yu Yanzhang than having his back end being licked. What's more, the man behind him was also a former classmate in his youth, and one who had entered middle age like himself.

Now that it had been licked, that secret place of his was easier to stretch open with a finger, to which Meng Zhaoxiong added another to make it two, both of which invaded him deeply.


Forced to spread his legs. Forced to hear the wet sounds of the licking behind him. The sounds from that place were so lewd Yu Yanzhang wanted to cover his ears.

Meng Zhaoxiong gripped onto his wriggling body, however, still spitting, "Do you get it? You are old. Meng Fei and that son of yours will never be interested in this body for long! All they are is curious, nothing more. Neither of them will ever like you, there's no chance of it. Why the hell would they? They're both young, they have youth. Do you actually think that they will? They have scores of younger and more beautiful men and women waiting for them elsewhere. So how the hell could they possibly ever fall for someone like you? After they play around with you, after they're done getting their fill, they're just going to kick you to the curb. You know that, right? Only you, the ever-overreaching fool, would actually be stupid enough to get yourself knocked up with their kid. Do you even realise that a pregnancy at your age could easily cost you your life?!"

"You..." Yu Yanzhang was gobsmacked, at a complete loss for words. Furthermore, to any of the three main culprits who had kidnapped and violated him in his student days, Yu Yanzhang instinctively felt terror. So he struggled. He panicked. He cried, "No! No! No! I don't need it! I don't want it!"

Even as he spoke, Meng Zhaoxiong still swirled his fingers inside of Yu Yanzhang.


Shame and pain, both seared him endlessly until he grew dizzy, until his arms finally gave in and he fell like a pile of bricks on the table.

But his eavesdropping was soon interrupted by the feel of a cool palm on his forehead, one forcing his eyes to open. "Hey?"

"Finally... you've finally returned to my side! I've finally found you again!"

Exhaustion. That was all Yu Yanzhang felt. His mind was in such a mess that not even his reunion with Meng Zhaoxiong could stimulate it. "It's not that man's. He's my son. His name is Yu Jiang."


Fortunately, Meng Zhaoxiong quickly grabbed his waist and prevented him from hurting his face. Then he was turned over and again held in an embrace, where he stared at that man, looking at his simultaneously familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"No!" Yu Yanzhang's head felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, all he wanted to do was sleep, but that man refused to let him rest. Meng Zhaoxiong eventually noticed that no matter how he questioned Yu Yanzhang he still looked hazy and his expression was strange. It was only then did he remember that he had given the man in his arms some local anaesthesia for the pain.


Now that it had been licked, that secret place of his was easier to stretch open with a finger, to which Meng Zhaoxiong added another to make it two, both of which invaded him deeply.

"Keel properly!" Meng Zhaoxiong ordered with a growl, forcing Yu Yanzhang to, again, weakly curl his body in a kneeling position on the table. Two hands then grabbed and pried his cheeks apart before a tongue began licking his crevice obstinately.


"Ah!"

"Go ahead. Cry out, scream! Show me who's going to come save you!" Meng Zhaoxiong's mouth split onto a hideous grin as he spoke, and his hand on Yu Yanzhang's chin tightened. At the same time, he secured his grip on Yu Yanzhang's waist and began panting as that thing in Yu Yanzhang twitched. Moving was hard in the beginning, pulling out and thrυsting in was slow. But, gradually, his movements punched through like an uprising, which made it difficult for Yu Yanzhang to bear these excessively violent thrυsts that shook his body with every strike. What's more, Meng Zhaoxiong also forced open that place that tightly wrapped onto Yu Yanzhang's genitals. Not only grasping that swollen length but also shoving his fingers, one by one—along with that gripped mаnhood—into that wet and slippery place that was soon stretched to its limit. Yu Yan Yanzhang cried out in agony. His muffled pleading, and begs for mercy, were spoken against that man's palm. "Let me go... Please, I'm begging you! Let me go!"


The sensitive walls bound the intruding digits the second they pushed in. They felt cool, especially to those scorching folds of his inner lining, so much so, that they seemed to bring those layers pleasure by their very touch.

Yu Yanzhang struggled, wanting to push Meng Zhaoxiong away, because he could he could already feel that hardened thing pushing against his waist.


The pleasure he felt increased when Meng Zhaoxiong thrυst his fingers in further to achieve even more depth. Then, by instinct, Yu Yanzhang had also begun lightly twisting his waist, entwining those fingers within his walls as if they were being devoured.

And now, that long-desired person right in his arms, that man was again finally in his reach.


"Just as I thought. There's never been a shortage of men for you all this time, has there?" Meng Zhaoxiong again growled out a question. While on that decent-looking face of his, was contorted expression of pure jealousy.

In his daze, hearing a strange voice out of the blue had given Yu Yanzhang a start. He had already sensed his nakedness under the covers, so who was it that was with him right then? It was not Meng Fei, it wasn't his son either. He struggled to lift his head but froze the instant he laid eyes on the man in question.


His twisted even more, his voice laced with malice. "As expected, so old."

"Ah—it hurts!" The dry passage could not bear the entrance of the foreign object, so Yu Yanzhang cried out in pain.


Not knowing what it was he meant by those words, Yu Yanzhang stared at the man staring right back at him as he went on to say, "You know that, right? You've gotten old, Yanzhang!" He then rubbed Yu Yanzhang's skin as he added, "Look at it, look at how rough your skin has gotten. I still remember the touch of your skin from back then, it was so tender, so smooth, especially that аss of yours which skimmed over my fingers like silk."

All he wished for was to break free of that man's embrace, giving his all to do so. But... how on earth did I end up being sent here, anyhow? Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, what on earth were they thinking? Was it that it was better to be sent to here than a hospital?

Meng Zhaoxiong chuckled, as if it was nothing, explaining, "Those who are pregnant are very susceptible to bouts of hysteria. As long as you go along with him, it'll be fine."

Yu Yanzhang struggled, wanting to push Meng Zhaoxiong away, because he could he could already feel that hardened thing pushing against his waist.


Even as he spoke, Meng Zhaoxiong still swirled his fingers inside of Yu Yanzhang.

"I want to go..."

"Keel properly!" Meng Zhaoxiong ordered with a growl, forcing Yu Yanzhang to, again, weakly curl his body in a kneeling position on the table. Two hands then grabbed and pried his cheeks apart before a tongue began licking his crevice obstinately.

But Meng Zhaoxiong still roughly spread his exposed cheeks and then extended his tongue into the door of that narrow passage with zero hesitation. And that place, perhaps due to its overstimulation, upon the feel of that invading organ, twitched. So, in the end, to all these prodding and licking acts of Meng Zhaoxiong's, those weak inner walls had no method of avoiding them.


"No... let me go!" Yu Yanzhang squirmed while pushing through his dizziness to resist. He knew the words that man spoke were used in an attempt to deliberately crush his feelings, though they had no such success. How could Meng Zhaoxiong know—that compared to insults, abuse, and assaults Yu Yanzhang had received at the hands of Liu Wei—any attempt to cause him suffering like this would never hurt his feelings further than a scratch? But such wasn't the cause when he was beaten by his son earlier, for some reason, even now, it still pained him in his heart.

"Just as I thought. There's never been a shortage of men for you all this time, has there?" Meng Zhaoxiong again growled out a question. While on that decent-looking face of his, was contorted expression of pure jealousy.


Meng Zhaoxiong gripped onto his wriggling body, however, still spitting, "Do you get it? You are old. Meng Fei and that son of yours will never be interested in this body for long! All they are is curious, nothing more. Neither of them will ever like you, there's no chance of it. Why the hell would they? They're both young, they have youth. Do you actually think that they will? They have scores of younger and more beautiful men and women waiting for them elsewhere. So how the hell could they possibly ever fall for someone like you? After they play around with you, after they're done getting their fill, they're just going to kick you to the curb. You know that, right? Only you, the ever-overreaching fool, would actually be stupid enough to get yourself knocked up with their kid. Do you even realise that a pregnancy at your age could easily cost you your life?!"

Shame and pain, both seared him endlessly until he grew dizzy, until his arms finally gave in and he fell like a pile of bricks on the table.

Them... what's good about them? Of course, they were bad too. If possible, all I want is a couple days of peace. This was what Yu Yanzhang thought as he gave Meng Zhaoxiong no response, this was all he did as his heavy lids began to droop. But he was jolted from the cusp of sleep by the cold and sudden insertion of a finger into his back end, letting out a yelp before asking: "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Meng Zhaoxiong's voice was brimming with rage as he asked him in return. "What else could I be doing?" And with that, he pulled apart those two white mounds and casually slipped his middle finger inside.


Although this last blow wasn't fatal, it did manage to kindle a sense of dread within Yu Yanzhang's heart. Resulting in his face turning pale and mouth sealing in a daze. "Yanzhang, they really don't want you! Plus, what can those two even give you? Xiao Fei is getting married. You know that, right? Do you think he's still going to pay attention to you when he has a wife? Even if you are pregnant with his child, he'll still kick you aside! Don't you see it? Tang Sen's dead, and Liu Wei's on the brink of death, so the only one left is me. Yanzhang, do you understand what I'm saying now?" Meng Zhaoxiong hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I'm the only one left who can truly love you, so come stay at my side. I can give you anything you want. If you demand it, I will divorce my wife and marry you."

"No! Never!" Meng Zhaoxiong's response was dripping with frost. His brutal ravaging did not cease. Although the entire incident lasted for about half an hour, to Yu Yanzhang, it felt like a century had passed.


"You..." Yu Yanzhang was gobsmacked, at a complete loss for words. Furthermore, to any of the three main culprits who had kidnapped and violated him in his student days, Yu Yanzhang instinctively felt terror. So he struggled. He panicked. He cried, "No! No! No! I don't need it! I don't want it!"

The inside and outside of his mouth were repeatedly licked. The tongue plunged deep into in throat and stalled his breath. He had almost fainted again by these attacks, but Meng Zhaoxiong's passionate kisses never abated, in fact, they possessed such a searing heat it felt as though they intended to burn and melt both Yu Yanzhang's body and his soul.


All he wished for was to break free of that man's embrace, giving his all to do so. But... how on earth did I end up being sent here, anyhow? Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, what on earth were they thinking? Was it that it was better to be sent to here than a hospital?

"No, you can't. Your body's still hurt and weak. You need to rest and recuperate for a while. You can stay here with my uncle and the other's for now so you—" Meng Fei tried to to explain, but he was cut off by Yu Yanzhang's screams. "I want to go back! I want to go back! I want to go back right now!"

"Just as I thought. There's never been a shortage of men for you all this time, has there?" Meng Zhaoxiong again growled out a question. While on that decent-looking face of his, was contorted expression of pure jealousy.

Even as he spoke, Meng Zhaoxiong still swirled his fingers inside of Yu Yanzhang.


But Meng Zhaoxiong's face contorted in an instant upon seeing his reaction. "You have no goddamn consideration for someone doing you a favour!" He ripped out the fingers he had inside Yu Yanzhang in a flash, spread that secret place wide, then roughly thrυst his hot, huge and long hаrdened length straight inside.

The sensitive walls bound the intruding digits the second they pushed in. They felt cool, especially to those scorching folds of his inner lining, so much so, that they seemed to bring those layers pleasure by their very touch.

"Mngh!" Yu Yanzhang's backside was now stuffed to the brim with a man's burning weapon, and that body of his, beyond his control, had begun wrapping itself around that invading organ, contracting around that hardened mаnhood and forcing his thighs to quake at the explosion of pain coupled with pleasure.

All he wished for was to break free of that man's embrace, giving his all to do so. But... how on earth did I end up being sent here, anyhow? Meng Fei and Yu Jiang, what on earth were they thinking? Was it that it was better to be sent to here than a hospital?


"Ah—!" The tight and narrow passage was broken into by sheer force, and pure dread made Yu Yanzhang push out a shrill cry. But a hand from behind clamped his mouth shut, cutting his scream off in an instant. Meng Zhaoxiong then used more force, thrυsting into Yu Yanzhang deeper.

"Mngh!" Yu Yanzhang's backside was now stuffed to the brim with a man's burning weapon, and that body of his, beyond his control, had begun wrapping itself around that invading organ, contracting around that hardened mаnhood and forcing his thighs to quake at the explosion of pain coupled with pleasure.


"Mngh!" Yu Yanzhang's backside was now stuffed to the brim with a man's burning weapon, and that body of his, beyond his control, had begun wrapping itself around that invading organ, contracting around that hardened mаnhood and forcing his thighs to quake at the explosion of pain coupled with pleasure.

"Yanzhang... it's me." The man kept his eyes trained on Yu Yanzhang's face, rabidness and reverie permeated his gaze, which was then followed by him lowering his head to seize Yu Yanzhang's lips.


"Go ahead. Cry out, scream! Show me who's going to come save you!" Meng Zhaoxiong's mouth split onto a hideous grin as he spoke, and his hand on Yu Yanzhang's chin tightened. At the same time, he secured his grip on Yu Yanzhang's waist and began panting as that thing in Yu Yanzhang twitched. Moving was hard in the beginning, pulling out and thrυsting in was slow. But, gradually, his movements punched through like an uprising, which made it difficult for Yu Yanzhang to bear these excessively violent thrυsts that shook his body with every strike. What's more, Meng Zhaoxiong also forced open that place that tightly wrapped onto Yu Yanzhang's genitals. Not only grasping that swollen length but also shoving his fingers, one by one—along with that gripped mаnhood—into that wet and slippery place that was soon stretched to its limit. Yu Yan Yanzhang cried out in agony. His muffled pleading, and begs for mercy, were spoken against that man's palm. "Let me go... Please, I'm begging you! Let me go!"

Meng Zhaoxiong, on the other hand, pulled off his lab coat and left. So now left alone, the tired and disgusted Yu Yanzhang dropped his head onto the pillow, the dizziness sending his mind on a whirl seeming to push him to near slumber's embrace. But sleep had again eluded him because his ears were alerted by the sound of incoming steps mixed with whispers.


"No! Never!" Meng Zhaoxiong's response was dripping with frost. His brutal ravaging did not cease. Although the entire incident lasted for about half an hour, to Yu Yanzhang, it felt like a century had passed.

Exhaustion. That was all Yu Yanzhang felt. His mind was in such a mess that not even his reunion with Meng Zhaoxiong could stimulate it. "It's not that man's. He's my son. His name is Yu Jiang."


After that man was done with him, he washed, dressed, and again returned to the bed.

The pleasure he felt increased when Meng Zhaoxiong thrυst his fingers in further to achieve even more depth. Then, by instinct, Yu Yanzhang had also begun lightly twisting his waist, entwining those fingers within his walls as if they were being devoured.

Exhaustion. That was all Yu Yanzhang felt. His mind was in such a mess that not even his reunion with Meng Zhaoxiong could stimulate it. "It's not that man's. He's my son. His name is Yu Jiang."

Fortunately, Meng Zhaoxiong quickly grabbed his waist and prevented him from hurting his face. Then he was turned over and again held in an embrace, where he stared at that man, looking at his simultaneously familiar yet unfamiliar face.


Meng Zhaoxiong, on the other hand, pulled off his lab coat and left. So now left alone, the tired and disgusted Yu Yanzhang dropped his head onto the pillow, the dizziness sending his mind on a whirl seeming to push him to near slumber's embrace. But sleep had again eluded him because his ears were alerted by the sound of incoming steps mixed with whispers.

"Don't do this... Meng... Zhaoxiong." Yu Yanzhang may have teetering on the edge of consciousness but he could still discern what it was the man above him was planning to do. So even with his exhausted voice, he tried to dissuade him. "I... just let me go." Hate was not even a feeling he held for Meng Zhaoxiong any more, all he felt towards that man was the desire for their ill-fated relationship to come to an end.

Them... what's good about them? Of course, they were bad too. If possible, all I want is a couple days of peace. This was what Yu Yanzhang thought as he gave Meng Zhaoxiong no response, this was all he did as his heavy lids began to droop. But he was jolted from the cusp of sleep by the cold and sudden insertion of a finger into his back end, letting out a yelp before asking: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I see..." (Meng Fei)


"There are no major issues... the fetus is unharmed..."

"Yanzhang. It's me, Yanzhang. You never expected to see me here, did you?"


"That's great..." This assured voice sounded like Meng Fei's.

"No... let me go!" Yu Yanzhang squirmed while pushing through his dizziness to resist. He knew the words that man spoke were used in an attempt to deliberately crush his feelings, though they had no such success. How could Meng Zhaoxiong know—that compared to insults, abuse, and assaults Yu Yanzhang had received at the hands of Liu Wei—any attempt to cause him suffering like this would never hurt his feelings further than a scratch? But such wasn't the cause when he was beaten by his son earlier, for some reason, even now, it still pained him in his heart.

"Keel properly!" Meng Zhaoxiong ordered with a growl, forcing Yu Yanzhang to, again, weakly curl his body in a kneeling position on the table. Two hands then grabbed and pried his cheeks apart before a tongue began licking his crevice obstinately.

"Son?" The laugh escaping that man was piercing, followed by him grasping Yu Yanzhang by the chin, his warm breath then hitting his ear. "Did you give birth to him? Or was he birthed by Xiao Lei?"


"But he's very old, so this pregnancy is still very dangerous..." (Meng Zhaoxiong)

"No—don't, please!" Yu Yanzhang cried, struggling with all he had. But a ruthless slap on his buttocks followed by a hard blow on his waist made Yu Yanzhang quiet. The hits to his waist and hips caused the pain to rise from the places he was wounded which in turn made his head spin, forcing his worn-out body to fall limply onto the table under him.

"But he's very old, so this pregnancy is still very dangerous..." (Meng Zhaoxiong)

Even as he spoke, Meng Zhaoxiong still swirled his fingers inside of Yu Yanzhang.


"Oh, I see..." (Meng Fei)

"Let's go. I'll take you back." Yu Jiang lifted him, then thought a bit more before adding, "It just so happens the place I got for you has already been furnished today. So let's go home."

"Oh, I see..." (Meng Fei)

Not knowing what it was he meant by those words, Yu Yanzhang stared at the man staring right back at him as he went on to say, "You know that, right? You've gotten old, Yanzhang!" He then rubbed Yu Yanzhang's skin as he added, "Look at it, look at how rough your skin has gotten. I still remember the touch of your skin from back then, it was so tender, so smooth, especially that аss of yours which skimmed over my fingers like silk."


But his eavesdropping was soon interrupted by the feel of a cool palm on his forehead, one forcing his eyes to open. "Hey?"

"Son?" The laugh escaping that man was piercing, followed by him grasping Yu Yanzhang by the chin, his warm breath then hitting his ear. "Did you give birth to him? Or was he birthed by Xiao Lei?"

Even as he spoke, Meng Zhaoxiong still swirled his fingers inside of Yu Yanzhang.

The inside and outside of his mouth were repeatedly licked. The tongue plunged deep into in throat and stalled his breath. He had almost fainted again by these attacks, but Meng Zhaoxiong's passionate kisses never abated, in fact, they possessed such a searing heat it felt as though they intended to burn and melt both Yu Yanzhang's body and his soul.


A pair of dark eyes then lowered, a pair of lips soon pressing onto his forehead with a kiss. "Are you alright?" It was Yu Jiang.

"Finally... you've finally returned to my side! I've finally found you again!"


"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it, I swear. I was just so angry... I was in such a fit of rage that I—" Yu Jiang was trying to explain, but he was suddenly cut off when he noticed his father trembling all over.

"Yanzhang!"


"I want to go..."

"If so, doesn't that man along with Xiao Fei know of your secret as well? How did they come to know about it, huh? Have they enjoyed this body of yours, too?" Meng Zhaoxiong suddenly became crazed. He used one hand to clasp Yu Yanzhang's neck, while the other pressed against his still-flat stomach. His teeth were practically gnashing as he spoke. "You're already pregnant. I examined you while you were asleep. You're a few months along already, so whose is it? Who's the father?"

Shame and pain, both seared him endlessly until he grew dizzy, until his arms finally gave in and he fell like a pile of bricks on the table.

A pair of dark eyes then lowered, a pair of lips soon pressing onto his forehead with a kiss. "Are you alright?" It was Yu Jiang.


Yu Yanzhang's voice quivered as he spoke. "I want to go back! I want to go home! I want to go back right now!"

iana: in the boys' defence, they had no way of knowing Meng Zhaoxiong was one of the og three. and in Yanzhang's defence to that r@pist prick: for somebody quick to toss the "nobody wants your old @ss" line, he seems to forget that he's the one dreaming and salivating over that "old rough @ss" for decades! tsk, fking r@pist! how dare he?! you can destroy his heart, ravage his body, steal his freedom—but I will not stand for the power and sanctity of his 'milkshake' being sullied! *hmph* *hmph* *hmph*[]Anyway... (random thought): if Yu Yanzhang (god forbid) got sent to heaven, I wouldn't doubt he will still be used for gratification, even after his corpse is ice-cold. Hell, with his luck, the entry fee into heaven might be him having to take every 'angel' to prove his worth. there's a fked up idea for a story:D... The only lines not crossed in this thing is necrophilia and bestiality. So... there's a Silver lining 〒▽〒... (┬┬﹏┬┬) ...(。﹏。*) *sigh* Seven more chapters... and the extras.

"Oh, I see..." (Meng Fei)

Forced to spread his legs. Forced to hear the wet sounds of the licking behind him. The sounds from that place were so lewd Yu Yanzhang wanted to cover his ears.


"No, you can't. Your body's still hurt and weak. You need to rest and recuperate for a while. You can stay here with my uncle and the other's for now so you—" Meng Fei tried to to explain, but he was cut off by Yu Yanzhang's screams. "I want to go back! I want to go back! I want to go back right now!"

"Ngh..." There was nothing more shameful for Yu Yanzhang than having his back end being licked. What's more, the man behind him was also a former classmate in his youth, and one who had entered middle age like himself.


Meng Fei was stunned, confusion overtaking him as he looked at the paled and frantic Yu Yanzhang, before again turning his gaze to his uncle.

"It's too dry." Meng Zhaoxiong grumbled. He then lifted Yu Yanzhang by the waist and made him lie face down on the table with his butt raised.

But even as he looked at that limp and exhausted body in his arms, even as he saw the haziness reflected in Yu Yanzhang's eyes, Meng Zhaoxiong still couldn't simply let such a hard-won opportunity just slip by. This was the male classmate he had loved from high school to this very day. Despite being married and having children of his own, he was the boy he had never forgotten. He was the one who often visited him in his sleep. In those dreams, that man would have thighs spread under him and helplessly endure his ravaging acts. He would cry; he would writhe, all while his аss accepted his rough invasion because all those actions did was allow him to thrυst deeper within.

Forced to spread his legs. Forced to hear the wet sounds of the licking behind him. The sounds from that place were so lewd Yu Yanzhang wanted to cover his ears.


Meng Zhaoxiong chuckled, as if it was nothing, explaining, "Those who are pregnant are very susceptible to bouts of hysteria. As long as you go along with him, it'll be fine."

"Ah!"


"Let's go. I'll take you back." Yu Jiang lifted him, then thought a bit more before adding, "It just so happens the place I got for you has already been furnished today. So let's go home."

But Meng Zhaoxiong's face contorted in an instant upon seeing his reaction. "You have no goddamn consideration for someone doing you a favour!" He ripped out the fingers he had inside Yu Yanzhang in a flash, spread that secret place wide, then roughly thrυst his hot, huge and long hаrdened length straight inside.

"What are you doing?! Get away! Meng Fei and Xiao Jiang are right outside!" The thought of what Meng Zhaoxiong was going to do had even managed to scare Yu Yanzhang's drowsiness away. He cried out softly in a panic, the anxiety had also forced tears from his eyes.

Meng Zhaoxiong, on the other hand, pulled off his lab coat and left. So now left alone, the tired and disgusted Yu Yanzhang dropped his head onto the pillow, the dizziness sending his mind on a whirl seeming to push him to near slumber's embrace. But sleep had again eluded him because his ears were alerted by the sound of incoming steps mixed with whispers.


Author's Note:

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Notes:

iana: in the boys' defence, they had no way of knowing Meng Zhaoxiong was one of the og three. and in Yanzhang's defence to that r@pist prick: for somebody quick to toss the "nobody wants your old @ss" line, he seems to forget that he's the one dreaming and salivating over that "old rough @ss" for decades! tsk, fking r@pist! how dare he?! you can destroy his heart, ravage his body, steal his freedom—but I will not stand for the power and sanctity of his 'milkshake' being sullied! *hmph* *hmph* *hmph*

Anyway... (random thought): if Yu Yanzhang (god forbid) got sent to heaven, I wouldn't doubt he will still be used for gratification, even after his corpse is ice-cold. Hell, with his luck, the entry fee into heaven might be him having to take every 'angel' to prove his worth. there's a fked up idea for a story:D... The only lines not crossed in this thing is necrophilia and bestiality. So... there's a Silver lining 〒▽〒... (┬┬﹏┬┬) ...(。﹏。*) *sigh* Seven more chapters... and the extras.


4 comments:

  1. Thank for the chapter , and yesh looking forward to extra ch and then looking forward to new novel 😋 i hope u pick new one that interesting like other too 😄 hope BL smut ( high h ) please

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    1. There'll be smut. Don't you worry. But not anything as messed up as this, and that leaves a lot of room. The guy from the upcoming novel tells the Bottom to his face:
      "...even when your stomach is filled to the brim with my s*men, I'd keep f*cking you without end. From then on, you'd just lie there, on my bed—day in and day out—with your belly stuffed and rounded with all my c*m..."
      He sounds lovely, doesn't he?

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  2. Interesting one 😋 look like ML in deep love with MC , is it from the same author or different ??

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    1. Yeah, in love and a not so teensy bit obsessed too. It's by a different author, and it's their only work from what I can find. There's no other works from Salome I can find either.

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