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    Chapter 209: Master, Is It Exciting?

    Mo Ran was also speechless. Xue Meng was indeed very impressive. With this commotion, any shadows of their past lives or the question of whether to reveal it were now completely gone from his mind. All he could think about now was resentment and desire. He couldn't understand why Xue Meng had to come find Chu Wanning to talk at this particular moment—was he really that bored?

    But he couldn't resist Chu Wanning, so he propped himself up and glanced under the bed before straightening up again. He kissed Chu Wanning and said, "It won't work."

    "You—"

    "Don't be angry, I'm not disobeying you," Mo Ran said. "But the bed frame is too low. I can't fit underneath."

    Chu Wanning: "…"

    "There's no wardrobe in this room either, and only one window faces outward. I have nowhere to go. Just let him leave."

    Chu Wanning considered this and had to agree. "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm going to sleep now."

    "Can I just sit for a bit? Please?" Xue Meng's voice was damp with grievance, and there was a hint of a nasal tone. "Master, my mind is really in a mess. There are some things I want to ask you face to face."

    "…"

    "I won't be able to sleep the whole night if you don't," Mo Ran said in a soft, pleading tone.

    Mo Ran's plea annoyed Chu Wanning, but he was also curious about what Xue Meng had to say that couldn't wait until tomorrow. He sat up, looked around, and suddenly had an idea. He whispered his plan to Chu Wanning, who immediately turned half of his face dark. "That... is too absurd."

    "Then tell him to leave quickly."

    Chu Wanning hesitated to respond but heard the sound of leaves crunching under Xue Meng's feet outside the door. Recalling how rarely Xue Meng persisted like this, Chu Wanning inwardly cursed and pushed Mo Ran away. "This won't happen again. ... Also, hide those clothes on the ground properly, don't let anything slip."

    Xue Meng waited outside for a while. When Chu Wanning still didn't give in, he felt terrible but continued calling out, "Master?"

    "...I heard you. Come in," Chu Wanning finally relented.

    With permission granted, Xue Meng pushed open the door. As soon as he entered, he frowned. There seemed to be a faint, indescribable scent in the room, but it was so subtle that he couldn't identify its source. Nevertheless, it smelled vaguely familiar to him.

    Sure enough, Chu Wanning was already asleep. The heavy curtains on his bed were lowered, concealing the scene inside. Hearing Xue Meng's entrance, he lifted a portion of the curtain with his hand, revealing a drowsy, half-asleep face. His eyes were half-closed, seemingly just awakened and still very groggy. The corners of his eyes were slightly moist with a pale pink tinge. He glanced at Xue Meng.

    Feeling a bit embarrassed, Xue Meng mumbled, "Master, I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep."

    "It's alright. Sit down."

    Xue Meng sat by the table.

    Chu Wanning asked, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"

    "I…" Xue Meng seemed conflicted. After returning just now, he had thought for a while and suddenly realized why Mo Ran's necklace looked familiar – on their way to the Confucian Wind Sect, Mo Ran had bought one for Chu Wanning, and Xue Meng had even snatched it to take a look himself, admiring its beauty and wanting one too.

    Back then, Mo Ran had personally told him that it was the last one available.

    The more he thought about it, the more suspicious it became, filling him with unease. Being someone who couldn't keep secrets, he struggled between speaking and staying silent, tormented until he finally couldn't bear it any longer and came here.

    But facing Chu Wanning's gaze, Xue Meng hesitated again. He truly didn't know how to express himself.

    After some time, Xue Meng finally muttered, "Master, do you feel like Mo Ran… is acting a bit strange?"

    Hearing this, both Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's hearts skipped a beat.

    Chu Wanning's expression remained unchanged as he asked, "What's wrong?"

    "Didn't Master notice?" Xue Meng found it difficult to speak, stuttering for a long while before mustering up the courage to say, "I feel like he's… umm… trying really hard to win your favor."

    Xue Meng dared not confess his pursuit of his Master, but he stole a glance at Chu Wanning, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

    Chu Wanning asked, "Why do you say that?"

    "It's actually like this, I... " Trapped in an awkward situation, Xue Meng steeled himself to continue, "I... I saw something on his neck today."

    Behind the bed curtains, Mo Ran was startled, reaching up to touch the crystal pendant hanging around his neck, his expression slightly changing.

    Before Chu Wanning could react to what Xue Meng had seen, he still looked at him with a frown, waiting for him to continue. After a moment of silence, instead of Xue Meng speaking up, a warm hand touched his leg.

    Chu Wanning's eyes instantly changed, thinking that Mo Ran was about to make some absurd move. He quickly turned his head without Xue Meng noticing, looking at the depths of the bed hidden by the curtains. He then noticed Mo Ran pointing at his own chain, mouthing a reminder to him.

    Everything became clear to Chu Wanning all at once.

    After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Did you see a chain on Mo Ran that looks exactly like mine?"

    "No, no, no, I didn't mean anything by it!" Xue Meng was both flustered and embarrassed, waving his hands hastily. "I just found it a bit strange, I... "

    "It's alright," Chu Wanning reassured. "That chain is one that I returned to him."

    "Ahh, did Shifu return it to him?"

    "I didn't feel comfortable wearing it, so I returned it."

    Xue Meng immediately relaxed, some color returning to his pale face as he broke into a smile. "I knew there had to be a reason. He told me it was the last one back then. I thought he…."

    After flipping and flopping around, he finally slapped his forehead in frustration. "Shifu must have pretended he never mentioned it. I'm too clumsy with words, I don't know how to explain myself. Sigh, I really am an idiot."

    Chu Wanning wasn't skilled at lying, so he didn't know how to console him. In truth, there were many dishonest things he could say to completely sever any connection between Mo Ran and himself. That was all Xue Meng was hoping for.

    As long as Chu Wanning said "no," even if the truth was staring Xue Meng in the face, he would still choose to believe in his Shifu. But precisely because of this unwavering trust, Chu Wanning couldn't bring himself to speak those words. So he could only watch silently as Xue Meng fretted before him, scratching his head and sighing repeatedly.

    He didn't want to be too harsh.

    Seeing Xue Meng apologize repeatedly, blaming himself for being too foolish and reckless, Chu Wanning suddenly felt a pang of guilt and sympathy. Though his expression remained unchanged, as still as a tranquil well, he spoke softly, "Xue Meng…"

    Xue Meng abruptly fell silent, waiting for him to continue.

    What should he say?

    To say "I'm sorry. I hope you won't be disappointed in me in the end, and that you'll always acknowledge me as your master" — he couldn't bring himself to utter those words. They were too soft, too cloying, and too cruel.

    What right did he have to demand that Xue Meng acknowledge him no matter what happened? People inevitably experienced separations and transformations, just like how a bamboo shoot would grow taller, shedding its outer layers of skin which would wither and turn to dust.

    Xue Meng still had decades of life ahead of him, and few could accompany another person through all those years. Memories and old acquaintances would become nothing more than snakes' discarded skins, or the shed husks of bamboo shoots.

    Xue Meng waited and waited but received no further response, so he opened his round, anxious eyes and murmured, "Master?"

    "There's nothing," Chu Wanning replied coolly. "I merely thought you seemed preoccupied and overthinking things, so I suggested you go ask Elder Ta Lang for two bottles of Mengxiang Lu to drink."

    Xue Meng: "..."

    "Is there anything else?"

    After some thought, Xue Meng replied, "Yes, there is."

    "What is it?"

    "Master, are you really planning on taking Nan Gongsi as your disciple?" This matter had been weighing on Xue Meng's mind for a while. "Then, wouldn't he become my senior apprentice brother?"

    "… Do you really care about this?"

    "Mm-hmm." Xue Meng rubbed the corner of his sleeve, looking a bit awkward. "Before, I was always first. But with him here, wouldn't that mean I'm…?"

    Seeing him like this, the gloom in Chu Wanning's heart lessened slightly, and he couldn't help but smile faintly.

    When he was young, Xue Meng used to love to act coquettish with Madame Wang. After Mo Ran came along, he started vying for their parents' affection alongside him. He never expected that even now, in his twenties, this habit still hadn't changed. A single Nan Gongsi had ruffled all his feathers, making him brood over being first or second until now.

    Chu Wanning said, "It makes no difference. It's all the same."

    "That won't do. I don't want him to be the senior apprentice brother. Even though he was the first to become a disciple, he was the last to gain recognition from our Master. I don't mind if he joins the sect, but can't he just be placed at the end as a junior apprentice brother?" Xue Meng took this matter very seriously. "In the future, I'll call him Junior Apprentice Brother Nan Gong."

    "… Whatever you wish."

    Xue Meng brightened up a little more. The happier he became, the less willing he was to leave.

    Mo Ran, waiting on the bed, grew increasingly impatient and frustrated. Why was this guy so talkative? Why wasn't he leaving yet? Just go, go, go!

    Xue Meng didn't go. Instead, he said, "I have one more question for Master."

    "Mm," Chu Wanning replied nonchalantly. "Go ahead."

    Mo Ran: "…"

    "Well, Mo Ran told me today that Shifu promised him a handkerchief earlier..."

    Chu Wanning asked, "That one... Hmm, I haven't made it yet. Do you want one too?"

    Xue Meng's eyes immediately lit up. "I can have one too?"

    "I was planning to give each of you one," Chu Wanning said. "But I've been busy and kept putting it off."

    Upon hearing this, Xue Meng was both surprised and delighted, while Mo Ran was completely stunned.

    Wait... wasn't this supposed to be just for him?

    Mo Ran felt wronged instantly, but Chu Wanning, with his face turned to talk to Xue Meng, didn't notice the fluctuating expression on Mo Ran's face.

    On one side, Xue Meng's gloom lifted as he happily discussed with Chu Wanning the design he wanted for his handkerchief. Meanwhile, Mo Ran couldn't shake off the unease, especially when he saw how joyfully Chu Wanning and Xue Meng conversed, even though he knew there was nothing between them. It still left a bitter taste in his heart.

    "Difficult to pierce, huh? If you want Du Ruowen's design, I'll ask Madame Wang later."

    "Difficult?" Xue Meng was taken aback. "Then there's no need to bother. It's fine if Master teaches me. What is Master best at piercing?"

    "…Actually, I'm not very skilled in floral or avian patterns," Chu Wanning said, slightly embarrassed. He coughed softly. "I'm most proficient in the Heart Sutra of the Perfection of Wisdom."

    "???"

    Chu Wanning explained, "When I was young at the Monastery of No Sorrow, I… Father Huaiwei taught me. I…" Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly frowned, his expression changing subtly as he pressed his lips together.

    Xue Meng was startled. "Master, what's wrong?"

    "…" Chu Wanning seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, "Nothing… Do you have anything else?"

    "Yes, there's one more thing, but I've forgotten it. Let me think…" Xue Meng lowered his head to ponder. As he did, Chu Wanning couldn't help but let out a soft, barely concealed gasp. His furious eyes darted fiercely towards the person lying on the bed.

    Mo Ran had only intended to make some suggestive moves to prompt Chu Wanning to send Xue Meng away quickly. However, the sight of Chu Wanning's flushed and submissive gaze when he turned to glare stirred a sudden inferno within him.

    He was inherently primal and wild in certain aspects, but he had always restrained himself out of deep love for Chu Wanning and guilt. This love and guilt acted like a collar around his neck, preventing him from crossing any boundaries in their bed.

    But in that moment, his frustration and jealousy melted the invisible shackles around his neck. He gazed at Chu Wanning with his moist, dark eyes for a while, silently and dangerously, before doing something impulsive.

    He leaned down and, separated only by a curtain from Xue Meng, slipped under the luxurious quilt, climbing up along Chu Wanning's long, strong legs.

    Surrounded by darkness, with the bedding blocking all light, their senses became even more heightened. He could clearly feel Chu Wanning trembling slightly. Suddenly, a hand stopped him on the shoulder, fingers hot as they clutched his broad, muscular frame, pushing him away.

    This was the only resistance Chu Wanning could offer beneath the covers.

    It only fueled Mo Ran's desire to tear him apart.

    Xue Meng was still talking, but what he said was unimportant. Mo Ran listened absentmindedly. When he heard Xue Meng say, "It doesn't matter what Master pierces, I'll like it all," Mo Ran grew even more furious. His breath was already at the base of Chu Wanning's thighs. He knew where that pitiful desire lay, but he didn't touch it.

    He turned his face, fluttering his eyelashes as he kissed and sucked on the skin inside Chu Wanning's thigh, leaving a mark that would be hard to fade away.

    Chu Wanning trembled even more violently, surely regretting his decision to let Mo Ran stay. His nails dug deep into Mo Ran's shoulder, but it couldn't stop this madman.

    "Master, are you listening?"

    "Mmm..."

    Mo Ran waited, his lips lingering tantalizingly close to Chu Wanning's desire, his hot and moist breath brushing against the other man's stiff member. He remained still, biding his time for a wild and thrilling opportunity.

    And then it came. Xue Meng asked something trivial, unimportant enough for Mo Ran not to pay attention. But Chu Wanning had to respond, and in that instant as he opened his mouth to answer, Mo Ran seized his chance, sliding under the covers to greedily take Chu Wanning's burning desire into his mouth.

    "…!"

    Chu Wanning tensed up entirely, his Adam's apple bobbing, fingers digging painfully into Mo Ran's flesh. But Mo Ran cared not, thrilled by Chu Wanning's reaction, their simmering passion hidden in the darkness. He knew Chu Wanning's endurance well; even if he were to tear off his undergarment and plunge in right now, the man would never utter a sound. Thus, Mo Ran was fearless.

    He also knew that despite Chu Wanning's million objections, his body responded truthfully, the hard and scorching member in his mouth a testament to that. The rounded head pressed against his throat, not an easy sensation to bear, but at its deepest point, Mo Ran relished in the act.

    Despite being stimulated in this manner, Chu Wanning managed to restrain himself and answer Xue Meng's question with admirable composure. His self-control, in this life or the previous one, was nothing short of astonishing.

    He suppressed his pleasure well, his voice only slightly lower and slower than usual. If Mo Ran weren't right there on his bed, he wouldn't have believed the man was experiencing such intense bliss.

    In the end, Xue Meng nodded and said, "I understand."

    "In that case, hurry back," Chu Wanning replied. "Don't let your mind wander. It's getting late."

    Xue Meng stood up. "Then, Master, I'll be going... Oh, should I turn off the lamp for you?"

    "..."

    It was a deep kiss, and Chu Wanning's lips parted slightly without making a sound.

    But his brows furrowed, his eyelashes quivered, and a faint blush colored his cheeks.

    Xue Meng hesitated, "Shifu, do you have a fever?"

    "…No."

    "But your face looks a bit red." Concerned, Xue Meng didn't think too much. As he got up, he reached out to touch Chu Wanning's forehead.

    This was something Chu Xiaoqing had never expected. While being forced into this intimate act with Mo Ran, his forehead was touched by another disciple who was completely unaware. With Xue Meng's concerned gaze before him, his lower body was being sucked by Mo Ran, whose warm mouth imitated the thrusting motion. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and the shame nearly drowned him. He had to use every bone and every inch of flesh in his body to restrain himself from moaning or gasping for breath.

    "Hmm... You don't seem to have a fever..." Xue Meng murmured. "Shifu, do you feel unwell anywhere?"

    Mo Ran thought to himself, Unwell? How could he be unwell? Your Shifu must be dying with pleasure. It's all because of you standing here that I can't give him more satisfaction. Why aren't you leaving yet?

    Just as his gloominess deepened, Chu Wanning finally managed to send Xue Meng away. Xue Meng was very diligent; he extinguished the lamp for his shifu, bade farewell, and then left the room.

    The moment the door clicked shut, Chu Wanning was furious. He fiercely pulled back the covers and grabbed Mo Ran's hair, forcing him closer, then delivered a light yet firm slap. He hissed in the darkness, "You ungrateful wretch... Mmm!"

    In response, Mo Ran panted eagerly, his dark eyes shimmering with lust. Most men were beasts in the face of desire, and when bedding their beloved, they were beasts even more so. Mo Ran didn't feel any pain from the slap; instead, he held Chu Wanning's hand, pressing it against the bed as he tore off the last of his clothes. Their skin sticking together made them both groan.

    Mo Ran didn't speak much. There was a touch of madness in his gaze. His arousal was painful, and the head of his member glistened with translucent fluid. He rubbed his hardness against Chu Wanning's abdomen, the salty wetness spreading across Chu Wanning's skin.

    As fiercely as he had just dominated Chu Wanning, the fire now burned just as fiercely within him. Chu Wanning had summoned all his willpower not to moan earlier; now, Mo Ran summoned the same willpower not to lift Chu Wanning's legs and plunge into him roughly.

    His muscles tensed as he kissed him fiercely, blindly grinding against him. All he wanted was entry, his primal urge driving him to penetrate, conquer, tear apart, possess, accept, engulf, and be inside Chu Wanning, making him his own.

    "Get up... darling, get up..." he murmured, "Hurry, I can't wait much longer. Lean your legs closer..."

    Seizing the last vestiges of reason, Mo Ran rasped softly. He pulled Chu Wanning up and, just like before, pressed his burning member between his thighs, pounding and rubbing against him fiercely.

    He was slamming into Chu Wanning so hard that sweat gathered on his chest, and his eyes gleamed brightly. Gripping Chu Wanning's waist, the tantalizing teasing only increased his frustration and arousal. Without resorting to dirty talk, he continued to thrust with all his might, his heated member brushing against Chu Wanning's intimate area, his pubic hair rubbing against Chu Wanning's thighs, and his sac slapping against his buttocks.

    Lost in the sensations, Chu Wanning was further disoriented by Mo Ran's other hand, which reached out at an inconvenient time to grip his stiff shaft, stroking and tugging.

    "Ahh..."

    Mo Ran bit into Chu Wanning's shoulder, nibbling gently before whispering, "Don't scream. The soundproofing here isn't great, and I'm afraid Xue Meng hasn't gone far."

    Chu Wanning fell silent, his eyes misty with moisture as he lay on the bed, being soothed by Mo Ran's touch while enduring the fierce collisions of the blade-like intrusion between his legs. That massive, intimidating object was now thrusting in and out between his thighs, and he dared not imagine how it would feel to have it inside him. He trembled slightly...

    Throughout that night, they repeated their lovemaking three times. In reality, Chu Wanning was the one subjected to three climaxes, until his consciousness grew hazy. He remembered clinging tightly to the man on top of him, kissing and entwining, inexplicably feeling a pang of heartache.

    Chu Wanning leaned in to kiss him, still awkward in his movements, yet it proved too much for Mo Ran, who panted unevenly, "Don't... tease me..."

    Chu Wanning froze.

    Seduce him?

    Who was seducing him...

    Feeling both annoyed and amused, yet somewhat helpless, Chu Wanning replied, "Surely I can't just sit idly by and let you have your way with me?"

    Mo Ran leaned over to kiss the nape of his ear, "Just let me take the lead then."

    There was still a tinge of bitterness in his tone, hinting at an impending storm. The room was pitch black, but Chu Wanning lifted his gaze and clearly saw the pain that flashed through Mo Ran's eyes.

    Without knowing what possessed him, Chu Wanning suddenly felt a surge of heat in his mind. Before Mo Ran could react, he flipped over and straddled the muscular waist and abdomen, pinning down Mo Ran's hands as he leaned over to look at him.

    Mo Ran was slightly startled. "Shifu, you...?"

    Chu Wanning remained silent. His phoenix eyes were bright, and his ears were flushed red. "I said I'd be in charge today, and I haven't finished yet."

    Then, he slowly rose up before leaning down again. Mo Ran watched, feeling a chill run down his spine. Every blood vessel in his body seemed to be pulsating and crying out for release. He warned, "Don't do anything reckless. If you... you won't be able to travel tomorrow."

    But Chu Wanning ignored him. When this man was stubborn, he truly followed his own will, paying no heed to others' words.

    Mo Ran's back was numb with anticipation. On one hand, he desperately wanted Chu Wanning to take the initiative and ride him, moving up and down on his own. On the other hand, he didn't want Chu Wanning to initiate such a thing at this moment. He knew that once he entered, after holding back for so long, there was no way he could stop after just one round.

    Looking back on their previous life, when they spent every night entwined, had there ever been a time when he could restrain himself to just one session? That most frenzied night, when he had drugged Chu Wanning, he had tormented the moaning man almost continuously throughout the entire night.

    By the end, he couldn't even ejaculate properly, yet he refused to withdraw. He remained embedded within the sticky, contracting walls of Chu Wanning's intestines—

    Their limbs intertwined, lips and tongues entangled, he penetrated Chu Wanning while whispering lewd words into his ear that made his heart race and his face flush.

    "Are you enjoying it?"

    "Shifu, you're still sucking me down there."

    "Did all that release satisfy you?" At the time, he had even forced Chu Wanning to lower his head and look at their intimate connection. Then, with a lewd gesture, he reached out to caress Chu Wanning's toned abdomen, his voice low and rough. "Your belly is full of my semen now. What should we do about that?"

    As he spoke those outrageous words, his gaze was filled with lustful desire, exuding an untamed, feral aura.

    "Shifu, will you carry my child? Hmm?"

    He pushed in further, and the residual sticky nectar from their previous encounters, a testament to their love, seeped out from the juncture of their entwined bodies due to this action.

    The medicinal effects still lingered, and as Mo Ran watched the man in his arms tremble and soften merely from this slight movement, letting out faint moans, he couldn't help but for his eyes to darken with desire. Ultimately, unable to bear it any longer, he began to thrust into him, one stroke after another, seeking to pleasure him...

    Back then, he would have preferred not to be that majestic ruler, the supreme emperor of the cultivation world.

    His desire for Chu Wanning had always been so potent and overwhelming that he often found himself fantasizing about locking Chu Wanning away in a room, where they would seclude themselves from the world, its daily tasks, and all its people. In this secluded haven, he would devote himself entirely to the act of lovemaking with Chu Wanning. He imagined Chu Wanning on his hands and knees, submitting to his every desire; pressed against the wall, yielding to his passion; sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide in utter surrender; and straddling him, riding him as he thrust repeatedly, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time.

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    Mo Ran was aware of the lava-like beastly desire burning within him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his dark eyes fixated on Chu Wanning, both as a warning and a plea. "Shifu, don't do this..."

    "But we can do something else," Chu Wanning replied, his cheeks flushed, yet his gaze resolute.

    Before Mo Ran could ponder what 'something else' might entail, Chu Wanning leaned in swiftly, leaving no room for refusal and no time for second thoughts.

    He took Mo Ran's engorged member into his mouth.

    "Ahh..."

    Mo Ran's abdomen tensed abruptly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.

    Closing his eyes initially from the intense pleasure, he then threaded his fingers through Chu Wanning's long hair, his bony hand gripping the back of Chu Wanning's head firmly. His muscular chest heaved violently.

    "Wanning..."

    Tears welled at the corners of his eyes—were they born of arousal, gratitude, torment, or joy?

    It all became hazy.

    His male organ, swollen and rigid in his lover's mouth, revealed its veins prominently, exuding a savage and intimidating aggression.

    Chu Wanning couldn't possibly accommodate something so immense, but he mimicked what Mo Ran had done before, licking the shaft with shame causing him to tremble. Yet, desire warmed his chest, urging him to take as much of it as possible. However, halfway down, it pressed against his throat, the scorching sensation and faint musk almost making him retch.

    Mo Ran was overwhelmed with concern. He quickly said to Chu Wanning, "My love, you don't have to, just... "

    But before he could finish, he let out a muffled groan.

    For Chu Wanning, stubborn and unwilling to yield, was doing the same even in this position. He began to move, to suck and thrust. Mo Ran wasn't inexperienced, especially when he was Heaven-Stepping Lord. Men and women had tried every trick in the book to please him, yet none had stirred his heart.

    But now, Chu Wanning was beneath him, kissing and sucking him.

    His vision was a blur of pale skin, then pitch black, then a kaleidoscope of colors, then a misty emptiness.

    It was too stimulating.

    Mo Ran couldn't help tilting his head back slightly, breathing heavily in a low, sultry whisper. His slender, well-proportioned arms caressed Chu Wanning's long hair, emitting a sexy and smoldering groan.

    His Wanning, his Master...

    The peerless North Star Immortal Venerated, Yu Heng of the late night.

    The most handsome man in this world...

    The flawless and untainted Chu Wanning was willing to do such a thing for him.

    No drugs were used, no coercion employed.

    It was done willingly...

    Mo Ran's eyes welled up with tears, his dark eyelashes quivering slightly.

    It was done willingly.

    Chu Wanning's technique wasn't skilled, nor did he have perfect control over his strength; at times, his teeth would accidentally graze him, causing pain. Yet, Mo Ran found himself almost uncontrollably surrendering to Chu Wanning's stimulation, ending in a release that left hot tears streaking down his cheeks.

    He pulled Chu Wanning into his arms, embracing him tightly, kissing him relentlessly. His heart ached so profoundly, yet it felt so warm, so painfully sweet.

    "Wanning..." He whispered his name repeatedly into his ear, "Wanning..."

    Chu Wanning, with his black phoenix eyes shimmering with desire, glanced at him before lowering his lashes in embarrassment. After a moment, he still managed to ask softly, his voice hoarse, "Do you like it?"

    It was a tender question that pierced both skin and bone.

    The pain was profound.

    Mo Ran held him tightly and replied softly, "I do."

    Chu Wanning's ears grew even redder; with the approval he received, he fell silent.

    Mo Ran continued stroking his hair, whispering softly, "I only like you... I like you the most... Wanning."

    No one in this world could be better than you.

    None but you can touch my heart.

    Shifu.

    I am utterly enamored with you.

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