Chapter 117

In the "Ancient Chamber" treasure vault of the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian found an old incense burner.

The incense burner resembled a bear in body, an elephant in nose, a rhinoceros in eyes, an ox in tail, and a tiger in feet. Its belly served as the furnace, and when incense was burned, it emitted wispy smoke from its mouth.

In the quiet room, Wei Wuxian examined it for a while and said, "This thing looks quite interesting. It lacks any killing intent or malice, so it’s certainly not dangerous. Lan Zhan, do you know what this is used for?"

Lan Wangji shook his head. Wei Wuxian sniffed the fragrance and found nothing amiss. Both of them were unable to discern its purpose, so they put the incense burner away, planning to investigate it further in the future.

However, shortly after they lay down, they felt overwhelmingly sleepy and fell into a deep sleep. After some time, Wei Wuxian awoke to discover that he and Lan Wangji were no longer in the quiet room of the Cloud Recesses but in a wild, mountainous forest.

Wei Wuxian got up from the ground and said, "Where is this place?"

Lan Wangji replied, "This is not the current world."

Wei Wuxian said, "Not the current world? No way," he shook his sleeves, feeling everything vividly, "If this isn’t real, then what is it?"

Lan Wangji didn't answer but silently walked to the edge of a stream, motioning for him to look down.

Wei Wuxian walked over and looked into the water, only to be completely stunned.

The reflection in the water showed his appearance from his past life!

Wei Wuxian immediately looked up and said, "Is it due to that incense burner?"

Lan Wangji nodded, "It seems so."

After staring at the long-lost face in the water for a while, Wei Wuxian looked away and said, "It's fine. I examined that incense burner; it carries no resentment and is certainly not an evil artifact. It was probably made by some powerful immortal for cultivation or leisure. Let's walk around and see what's going on."

The two began to walk leisurely through the mountain forest, unsure if it was an illusion or something else. Soon, a small wooden cabin appeared in sight.

Seeing the cabin, Wei Wuxian exclaimed, "Hmm?" Lan Wangji asked, "What is it?"

Wei Wuxian examined the cabin carefully and said, "I think this cabin looks familiar."

The cabin was a simple farmhouse, so though he was suspicious, he couldn’t be certain if he had seen it before. Just then, a creaking sound of a loom came from inside the cabin.

The two exchanged glances and, without a word, moved closer together.

But when they reached the cabin's door and looked inside, they were both taken aback.

The scene inside the cabin was far stranger than their worst fears. There were no dangerous villains, no demonic beasts or corpses, only one person. Someone they both knew extremely well.

Inside the cabin sat a "Lan Wangji"!

This "Lan Wangji" bore the same handsome face and tall stature as the one beside Wei Wuxian. Dressed in simple yet elegant blue and white robes, he radiated the aura of a transcendent scholar. Beside him, a loom seemed to be driven by some magic, creaking as it wove cloth on its own, while he sat nearby, holding a scroll of paper, engrossed in reading...

The two had reached the cabin door, making quite a commotion, but "Lan Wangji" appeared entirely oblivious, calmly turning a page of the scroll with his slender, pale fingers.

Wei Wuxian looked at the Lan Wangji beside him, then at the "Lan Wangji" inside, and suddenly realized, "So that's it, that's it!"

Lan Wangji raised his eyebrows slightly, a subtle gesture indicating his surprise, and asked, "What is it?"

Wei Wuxian said, "This, this, this is my dream!"

Before he could finish speaking, a slender figure in black robes swayed in from outside, dragging out his words as he called, "Lan Er Gege, I'm back!"

Seeing this "Wei Wuxian" with a hoe, a fish basket, a blade of grass in his mouth, and brimming with energy, Lan Wangji grew even more silent.

If this is Wei Wuxian's dream, it makes sense that the people in the dream cannot see them.

The "Lan Wangji" who was weaving looked up at last and saw "Wei Wuxian." He smirked slightly, then quickly composed himself, stood up to greet him, and poured him a cup of water.

"Wei Wuxian" spat out the grass from his mouth, sat down at the small wooden table, picked up the water, and chugged it down. Only then did he say, "The sun outside is too strong today, it's roasting me alive. I left the work in the fields, not doing it anymore. I'll get to it later."

"Lan Wangji" said, "Mhm." He then took out a snow-white cloth towel and handed it to him. "Wei Wuxian," however, grinned and leaned his face closer, hinting that he wanted him to wipe it for him.

"Lan Wangji" didn't bat an eye and actually focused on wiping his face carefully.

"Wei Wuxian" kept chatting as he enjoyed it, "I went to the river earlier and caught two fish. Lan Er Gege, make fish soup for me tonight!"

"Mhm."

"How do people in Gusu usually prepare crucian carp? Lan Zhan, can you make sour and spicy fish soup? I like that. Please don't make it sweet, I tried it once and nearly gagged."

"Mhm. I can make it."

"It's getting hotter these days, so you don't need to heat the bathwater to boiling. That's why I only cut half the firewood."

"Mhm. It's fine."

"..." Lan Wangji stared at the two of them chatting away and said, "Your dream?"

Wei Wuxian was laughing so hard he was on the verge of collapsing, "Pffft, hahahahahaha, uh, yes, for a while, I don't know why, I kept having these kinds of dreams. I dreamed that we retired, living in the mountains, me going out hunting and farming, you staying at home managing the household, weaving, cooking for me, oh, and you also helped me with the accounts and managing money, and at night you even mended my clothes. Every time I dreamed that I asked you to heat the bathwater so we could bathe together at night, but I always woke up just before we got undressed. Too bad, hahahahahahaha..."

He wasn't the least bit embarrassed that Lan Wangji had seen this dream. Instead, he was quite pleased with himself. Lan Wangji watched him, his gaze soft, and said, "That's fine."

Wei Wuxian's dream was filled with everyday chores—cooking, eating, feeding chickens, cutting firewood. Sure enough, when it came to heating the bathwater, the dream cut off abruptly. After walking a few steps, they moved from the farmhouse to a tranquil and refined pavilion. Outside the pavilion was a magnolia tree, its fragrance refreshing in the night air.

The location of the dream had shifted, and this was a place neither of them could possibly fail to recognize. It was the library of the Cloud Recesses in Gusu.

From a wooden window on the second floor, a faint light shone through, and voices could be heard faintly. Wei Wuxian looked up and said, "Shall we go in and take a look?"

For some reason, Lan Wangji was strangely reluctant. He stared at the window, deep in thought, as if unsure. Wei Wuxian found it strange and couldn't think of any reason why Lan Wangji wouldn't want to go in. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Wangji shook his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, a burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from inside the library.

Wei Wuxian's eyes lit up upon hearing it, and he rushed into the library, bounding up the stairs.

Once he entered, Lan Wangji naturally wouldn't stay outside alone and followed him in. Together, they walked into the lit study room and indeed saw something quite interesting.

On a pale-colored mat, next to a desk where someone was being punished to copy texts, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Wei Ying was slapping the table and laughing hysterically, "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

On the floor lay a yellowed picture book. Similarly, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Lan Zhan, as if avoiding a snake, had retreated to a corner of the library and was shouting in extreme anger, "Wei Ying—!"

The young Wei Ying was laughing so hard he almost rolled under the desk. With great effort, he raised his hand and said, "Here! I'm here!"

Meanwhile, the present Wei Wuxian was also laughing so hard he was on the verge of doubling over. He tugged at Lan Wangji beside him and said, "This dream is great! I can't take it, Lan Zhan, look at you, look at your younger self, that expression, hahahahaha..."

For some reason, Lan Wangji's expression grew even stranger. Wei Wuxian pulled him down to sit on the mat beside him, propping his chin on his hand with a smile, watching their younger selves bicker and fight. Over there, the young Lan Zhan had already drawn Bichen, and Wei Ying quickly grabbed Suibian, the blade gleaming as it was partially unsheathed. He reminded him, "Decorum! Lan Er Gege! Mind your decorum! I brought my sword today too. If we fight, do you still want your family's library?"

Lan Zhan angrily said, "Wei Ying! You... what kind of person are you!"

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow and said, "What kind of person could I be? A man!"

"..." Lan Zhan scolded, "Shameless!"

Wei Ying said, "This is something to be ashamed of? Don't tell me you've never seen something like this. I don't believe it."

After holding back for a while, Lan Zhan, with a frosty expression, raised his sword and advanced. Wei Ying was startled and said, "Wait, are you seriously going to fight?" He also raised his sword to counter, and the two of them actually began to exchange blows inside the library. Seeing this, Wei Wuxian let out a surprised "Huh?" and turned his head to look at Lan Wangji, asking curiously, "Was it really like this? I don’t recall us actually fighting back then."

Lan Wangji remained silent, and when Wei Wuxian looked at him, he skillfully avoided meeting his gaze. Wei Wuxian found him increasingly strange tonight and was about to ask when he suddenly heard the young Wei Ying, while fighting, jokingly remark, "Good, good, able to retract and extend, with control and ease, excellent swordsmanship! But Lan Zhan, look at you, your face is all red. Is it from fighting me, or from looking at that good thing earlier?"

Young Lan Zhan wasn't blushing at all and swung his sword, saying, "Stop talking nonsense!"

Wei Ying leaned back, executing an extremely flexible iron bridge move to dodge the sword, then straightened up and swiftly pinched Lan Zhan's smooth, fair cheek, saying, "How is that nonsense? Feel your face; it's burning up, haha!"

Lan Zhan's face flushed red and then paled, and he tried to slap away Wei Ying's hand, but Wei Ying withdrew it first, making Lan Zhan miss and almost hit himself. Wei Ying turned around with ease and leisurely said, "Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, I'm not trying to criticize you, but look at others your age. Who gets as red as you do over such a little thing? You're too tender."

This scene hadn’t actually happened, nor was it a dream Wei Wuxian had had, so it could only be Lan Wangji's dream. Wei Wuxian watched with keen interest and said, "Lan Zhan, you really understand me. This is indeed something I would say."

However, he didn't notice that Lan Wangji at this moment seemed almost restless.

Over there, Wei Ying continued, "Copying texts is so dull. How about I teach you these things while I copy? Consider it repayment for your supervision..."

Having endured his nonsense for so long, Lan Zhan finally couldn't take it anymore. Bichen shot out, and the two swords clashed, both were knocked out of the window. Seeing Suibian slip from his hand, Wei Ying was slightly startled and said, "Oh no, my sword!"

As he shouted, he was about to leap out of the window to retrieve his sword when Lan Zhan suddenly tackled him from behind, knocking him to the ground. Wei Ying's head hit the floor, and he thrashed about wildly. After a few back-and-forths, the two of them ended up in a messy tangle. Wei Ying desperately kicked his legs and elbowed around, but he couldn't escape Lan Zhan's four-limbed lock, as if trapped in an unbreakable iron net. He said, "Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, what are you doing? I was only joking, just kidding! Why are you being so serious?"

Lan Zhan grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them behind his back, saying in a deep voice, "You just said you were going to teach me something."

His tone sounded cold, but his eyes seemed to have a volcano about to erupt.

The two were originally evenly matched, but Wei Ying, caught off guard, was pinned down by Lan Zhan, who held his vital points firmly to the ground. Wei Ying had no choice but to play dumb, saying, "No? What did I just say?"

Lan Zhan said, "Nothing?"

Wei Ying said righteously, "Nothing!"

He added, "Lan Zhan, don't be so rigid. Don't take everything I say so seriously. You believe nonsense too? What's there to get angry about? I won't say it anymore, okay? Let me go. I haven't finished copying my books today. I'm done playing, done playing."

Hearing this, Lan Zhan's expression softened slightly, and he seemed to relax his arms a bit. However, as soon as Wei Ying freed his wrists, his eyebrows curved, and his eyes darted around. He immediately sent a palm strike.

But Lan Zhan was prepared. As soon as Wei Ying moved, he swiftly caught him and pinned him down again. This time, he used more force, twisting Wei Ying's wrist into a more curved angle. Wei Ying cried out, "I already said I was joking! Lan Zhan! Don't be so easily provoked!"

Lan Zhan's eyes flickered with a faint flame. Without a word, he took off his forehead ribbon, wrapped it around Wei Ying's wrists three times, and tied a tight knot.

Completely unexpected, Wei Wuxian, watching from the side, was utterly stunned!

After a long while, he turned to look at Lan Wangji beside him and was surprised to find that although Lan Wangji's face was still pale, showing no trace of redness, his earlobes had turned pink.

Wei Wuxian leaned in mischievously and said, "Lan Er Gege... your dream seems a bit... off, doesn't it?"

"..." Lan Wangji suddenly stood up and said, "Stop watching!"

Wei Wuxian immediately grabbed him, trying to stop him from leaving, and said, "Don't go! I still want to see what happens next in your dream. We haven't reached the exciting part yet!"

By the library's desk, Wei Ying, tied up by Lan Zhan, wailed for a while before calming down and trying to reason with him, "Lan Zhan, a gentleman argues with words, not fists. What you're doing is narrow-minded. Think about it, what did I just say to you?"

Lan Zhan silently took a deep breath and coldly said, "Think for yourself what you just said."

Wei Ying argued, "I merely said you were tender and that you didn't understand some things. Isn't that the truth? There are some adult things you really don't understand. Are you going to treat me like this just because the truth was exposed? Isn't that narrow-minded?"

Lan Zhan indifferently said, "Who said I don't understand?"

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Oh—really? Don't be stubborn. If you understood, that would be a ghost laughing, hahahaha... ah!"

He suddenly let out a scream because Lan Zhan had suddenly grabbed him below.

Lan Zhan repeated with a cold, handsome face still carrying a hint of boyishness, "Who said I don't understand?"

Wei Wuxian leaned close to Lan Wangji, nearly biting his earlobe as he whispered, "Yes, who said you don't understand? What you think by day, you dream by night, Lan Zhan, tell the truth, did you really want to do this to me back then? I never expected... you to be such a Hanguang Jun."

Though Lan Wangji's expression remained stoic, a faint blush had crept up his pale neck. His fingers, resting on his knees, curled slightly imperceptibly.

Meanwhile, the young Wei Ying, having had his vital part grabbed, lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and exclaimed, "Lan Zhan, what the hell are you doing! Have you gone mad?"

Lan Zhan's entire body was now wedged between Wei Ying's legs, a position that felt incredibly threatening. Seeing the situation turn bad, Wei Ying quickly changed his tone, "No, no, no! No one said you don't understand! You, you, you, let go first, let's talk this out properly!"

He struggled frantically, but the Gusu Lan Family's forehead ribbon was too sturdy to untie or break free from. After a few more shakes, he suddenly noticed a book lying nearby and quickly grabbed it, throwing it at Lan Zhan, hoping to wake him up with the wisdom of the sages, "Wake up!"

The book first hit Lan Zhan's chest and then landed between Wei Ying's wide-open legs, flipping open to a page. Lan Zhan looked down and his gaze froze.

As if by some strange twist of fate, the page had opened to an extremely explicit and boldly drawn erotic illustration. Moreover, both figures in the illustration were men!

Wei Wuxian remembered that the erotic book he had shown Lan Wangji back then had nothing to do with male-male relations; there was definitely no such page in it. He couldn't help but marvel again at the richness of details Lan Wangji had added in his dream... truly impressive!

Lan Zhan stared intently at the page, and Wei Ying, seeing the illustration, felt a wave of awkwardness, "Uh..." He inwardly lamented, believing actions spoke louder than words, and with a fierce effort, he kicked out with one foot. However, Lan Zhan caught his knee with one hand, spreading his legs even wider, and with a few quick movements, he pulled off Wei Ying's belt and pants.

Wei Ying felt a chill below and looked down, his heart seemingly freezing as well, "Lan Zhan, what are you doing?!"

Wei Wuxian, watching from the side, felt his heart race with excitement, unable to help but think, "What do you think? He's going to take you!"

With his pants removed, Wei Ying's lower body was bare and pale, his slender legs still kicking about. Lan Zhan pressed down on his legs, following the illustration's guide, and his right hand directly reached towards the tight pink bud between the two round, snow-white buttocks.

Wei Ying's entire lower body was firmly pinned down, and even as his most intimate part was forcibly touched, there was no escape. Lan Zhan's two fingers rubbed at the sensitive spot, causing Wei Ying to shiver all over, a flash of shame crossing his face as he struggled wildly. The young man pressing down on him, however, remained composed, his lips tightly pressed, his right hand methodically continuing to massage the sensitive spot, gradually increasing the pressure until the bud slowly softened, opening up slightly to swallow a small segment of the pale finger.

Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Wangji with a smile, "No wonder Hanguang Jun refused to come in earlier. Doing such things to me in your dream, and being caught by me, must be truly embarrassing."

Lan Wangji sat upright beside him, his eyes downcast, his eyelashes seemingly trembling slightly.

Wei Wuxian propped his chin on his hand, watching as the young version of himself was being taken by the young Lan Zhan, and chuckled, "Hanguang Jun, you have the courage to dream about this afterward, but you didn't have the courage to do it to me back then. I..."

Before he could finish, Lan Wangji grabbed his hands, pushed him down, and covered his mouth. Wei Wuxian felt his cheeks burn, his heart pound fiercely, and couldn't help but laugh inwardly. As their moist lips parted, he murmured, "What, are you shy again?"

Lan Wangji's breathing was unusually heavy, not answering. Wei Wuxian continued, "Or... are you getting aroused?"

At the same time, a long, tearful moan escaped Wei Ying's throat by the desk.

Lan Zhan had completely covered him, their lower bodies tightly connected, clearly in the midst of penetration. Feeling the foreign hardness slowly entering him, Wei Ying curled his legs in discomfort, but with his hands firmly bound by the forehead ribbon, he couldn't move, only painfully banging his head against the ground a few times, making loud thuds. Lan Zhan placed a hand under his head, and at the same time, his lower body fully entered Wei Ying.

The once tight entrance, which had struggled to accommodate a single finger, was now forcibly stretched open, swallowing a hot, hard, and substantial object. The delicate folds at the entrance were smoothed out by the intrusion. Wei Ying was still somewhat dazed, seemingly unclear about the situation, but as Lan Zhan followed the erotic illustration's guide and began to slowly thrust, he started to emit unconscious small whimpers.

Wei Wuxian said to Lan Wangji, "Lan Zhan, you were quite well-endowed even back then. 'I' was a virgin, and I can see this is going to be quite a challenge."

As he spoke, he deliberately rubbed his knee against Lan Wangji's legs, clearly aroused by witnessing a live intimate scene starring himself, eager to experience that prowess again.

After just a few rubs, Lan Wangji silently tore off the hem of his robe and his pants, and Wei Wuxian naturally spread his legs to wrap around Lan Wangji's waist. Lan Wangji held his own hardness, the terrifyingly hard tip rubbing at the entrance.

The two of them had been engaging in passionate encounters almost daily. Wei Wuxian's body and mind were already perfectly attuned to him, and as he tightly wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji's neck and took a deep breath, his lower body was pierced by the sharp blade, driving deep inside.

The entry was smooth, the entrance soft, the passage warm and moist, tightly gripping the invading member as if it were naturally made to accommodate the person above. Soon, the sound of sticky wetness and the slapping of flesh could be heard from their joined parts.

Lan Wangji's lower body was impressively heavy and substantial, and its shape naturally curved slightly upward. With each thrust, it accurately and heavily brushed against the most sensitive and fragile spot inside the inner wall, and each time it did, it sent a tidal wave of passion surging through both of them.

Wei Wuxian was driven to a dizzying state by Lan Wangji's thrusts, his body tightening irregularly, sending shivers from head to toe, so pleasurable that he arched his neck back. From this angle, he could just see the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Wei Ying in Lan Wangji's dream, also experiencing this extreme pleasure and torment.

He lay amidst a scattered pile of books, his wrists tightly bound, helplessly fixed above his head, the red hair ribbon long gone. His black hair was disheveled, his eyes slightly closed, teary and on the verge of crying. Lan Zhan pressed down on him, thrusting for a while, seemingly feeling that his legs weren't spread wide enough, and grabbed one of his calves to place on his shoulder. After a series of intense thrusts, the calf slipped down to rest in the crook of his arm, the smooth and beautiful line of the calf and the muscles on the inner thigh twitching slightly, as if Wei Ying was also being driven mad by the relentless, hot, and curved giant moving in and out of him. New to such affairs and at a loss, he clung to Lan Zhan's shoulders like a drowning man, probably unaware of where he was or what was happening, let alone remembering that this unbearable torment was being inflicted by the very person ravaging him from within.

Watching his fifteen or sixteen-year-old self being taken by Lan Zhan of the same age, his face flushed and trembling, Wei Wuxian felt it was still not enough. He wished the young Lan Zhan could be even rougher, even more forceful, to bully the young Wei Ying to the point of tears and loud cries. The current intensity was far from enough.

In the confined space of the library, the scene was charged with an overwhelming sense of intimacy. Wei Ying, who had been somewhat dazed, seemed to be awakened by the lewd and shameful sounds of slapping and splashing. He stared at the ceiling of the library, shivered, and glanced down, seemingly wanting to see the state of his lower body but lacking the courage. Coincidentally, after Lan Zhan had been thrusting vigorously for a while, he lifted Wei Ying's thighs onto his shoulders. As he leaned forward to thrust again, Wei Ying's waist bent into a soft curve, allowing him to see the situation between his legs through his tear-blurred vision.

The once pristine entrance had now been ground into a deep red by Lan Zhan's length, the edges swollen pitifully. The long, hard, and heated length was still thrusting in and out repeatedly, mixing milky white fluid, thin streaks of bright red blood, and some unclear transparent liquid, making the area between them a complete mess. Even his own arousal had slightly stiffened, with a bead of white fluid at the tip.

Witnessing this overwhelming sight, Wei Ying was stunned. After a while, he suddenly mustered some strength, struggled free from Lan Zhan, turned over, and crawled forward on his knees, trying to escape.

He had been vigorously taken by Lan Zhan on the ground for a while, already exhausted, his thighs and knees trembling uncontrollably. After moving a bit, he couldn't crawl anymore and just collapsed. This position caused his two plump, pale buttocks to rise high, with the white fluid and blood instantly flowing out from the messy hole between his legs, running down his thighs. The inner thighs were marked with green and red bruises, both shocking and arousing a deep desire to dominate.

This sight was fully visible to Lan Zhan behind him. His eyes red, he silently chased after him. Wei Ying felt a tight grip around his waist, and the place that had been empty for a moment was immediately filled again.

He whimpered softly, "Don't..."

Having endured the relentless thrusting for so long, his entrance was already slick, tender, and messy, easily swallowing the length that had just violated him, taking it all in. Wei Ying knelt on the mat, continuously pushed forward by the thrusts, his face etched with fear. He had witnessed animals mating in the mountains in this manner, making the act of being taken from behind even more humiliating. His entrance clenched suddenly, and Lan Zhan, gripping his waist, thrust even more forcefully and erratically. After enduring this for a while, Wei Ying finally reached his limit.

Half of his face and body pressed against the ground, contorted, he pleaded incoherently, "Spare... spare me... Lan Zhan, Second Young Master Lan, spare me..."

Naturally, such pleas fell on deaf ears, only leading to deeper and more relentless thrusts. Wei Wuxian laughed, "Oh my god, I'm getting aroused just listening. You must not spare him, take him to the brink... ah..."

Lan Wangji lifted him, seating him on his lap. The weight of his body forced Wei Wuxian to take him even deeper, so deep that he frowned, his face slightly twisted, and he quickly focused on riding Lan Wangji, adjusting his position, no longer able to speak recklessly.

As the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and wetness grew louder, Wei Ying's cries became more desperate: "Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan... do you... do you hear me... it's too deep... don't go all in... my stomach hurts..."

Every time Lan Zhan thrust, it felt as though he aimed to pierce through him, the force so strong and fierce, completely opposite to his calm face. Wei Ying's buttocks were already sore and red from the relentless pounding, his entire lower body almost losing sensation. He attempted to move forward but was yanked back each time, forced to take Lan Zhan's length deep inside. After several repetitions, he was nearly breathless, gasping, "You... listen to me, outside... Jiang Cheng and the others... are waiting for me outside... ah!"

Hearing this, Lan Zhan abruptly pulled out and flipped him over.

Wei Ying let out a sob and instantly curled up, as if attempting to shield himself like a child. His front was eighty percent hard, on the verge of ejaculating. The area between his legs was a chaotic mess, dripping with fluids, a sight to behold. The secret place that had been forcibly used was swollen and red, still opening and closing irregularly, spitting out bits of white fluid and bright red, as if reluctant to let go of Lan Zhan's length that had just plowed him.

Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian, held by Lan Wangji's waist and supporting his buttocks, rose and fell freely on him. Even now, Lan Wangji's expression remained cold and beautiful, only his breathing slightly disordered. Just looking at his face, one couldn't tell what he was doing, let alone guess that his hands were supporting Wei Wuxian's buttocks, kneading them vigorously, leaving green and purple marks on the plump cheeks, while he lowered his head to bite Wei Wuxian's left nipple gently. Wei Wuxian's length was being swallowed and released by the wet, deep purple-red length in the deep crevice, thrilling to the point of scalp numbness.

Lan Zhan, after staring at the half-dead Wei Ying for a while, suddenly tore open his shirt and pinched his left nipple hard before thrusting into him again.

Wei Ying, who had just caught his breath, was now extremely sensitive all over and couldn't withstand such treatment. "Ugh!" he cried, his honey hole and intestines tightening fiercely, tears streaming down.

Lan Zhan seemed to have a grudge against his nipples, pinching and kneading them until they were swollen and erect, bright red like blood. Each time he did this, Wei Ying's inner walls contracted violently, the soft and warm intestines gripping the invading length tightly, clearly outlining its shape.

Wei Ying cried, "Lan Zhan, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said you were inexperienced, I shouldn't have said you didn't understand, I won't teach you anymore. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, do you hear me, Second Young Master Lan, Second Brother Lan..."

Hearing the last nasal call, Lan Zhan's movements slowed, showing some mercy. His eyes dazed, he leaned close to Wei Ying's face and gently sucked on his thin lips that were crying and pleading.

Wei Ying's lower body felt like it had been crushed by a boulder, his intestines burning and sore, his waist and stomach swollen and aching, his nipples still suffering. He was somewhat dazed. Suddenly feeling the assault on his lower body easing, their foreheads lightly touching, and two cool lips approaching, tasting a bit sweet, he opened his eyes to see Lan Zhan's long, black eyelashes close, focusing on kissing him, feeling a bit of comfort.

So, Wei Ying also opened his mouth, gently sucking on Lan Zhan's lips, mumbling, "...more..."

He meant more kisses, but Lan Zhan misunderstood, increasing his thrusts. Wei Ying gasped, quickly hugged his neck, and actively kissed him.

Initially, Wei Ying only felt the thick, long length stirring in his intestines was terrifying, but after so long, he began to taste some pleasure beyond the pain and soreness, gradually enjoying it. Especially when Lan Zhan's slightly curved length scraped a certain spot inside, it felt like an electric shock, thrilling him to the point of trembling. His front became more erect, secreting more white fluid, and he couldn't help but twist his waist. Sometimes when Lan Zhan didn't hit the right spot, he would push his lower body up to meet him, his cries changing from pleas to something else.

Wei Ying said, "...Brother... Second Brother... Second Brother Lan... I... I beg you..."

Lan Zhan gasped, his voice deep, "What?"

Wei Ying held his face and kissed him wildly, whispering, "Up there, like before, hit that spot, okay..."

Lan Zhan complied, thrusting heavily into the requested spot. These thrusts seemed particularly strong, and Wei Ying gasped, his limbs suddenly wrapping tightly around him, shouting, "What..."

Lan Zhan had already blocked his lips, focusing on kissing him.

Wei Wuxian was also engaged in a deep, tongue-entwined kiss with Lan Wangji, their lips tracing each other's thin contours, intertwined. Hearing the commotion from the other side, Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang-Jun, you've come over there."

Sweat-drenched Lan Zhan held the equally sweat-drenched Wei Ying, lying quietly on the crumpled mat. Wei Ying's chest heaved continuously, his gaze still somewhat unfocused. The two were still connected, his lower body tightly clenched around Lan Zhan's member, the semen inside him sealed tightly, not a single drop escaping.

Wei Wuxian laughed, "Look here, shouldn't we also..."

Lan Wangji nodded, laying him flat on the mat, his hips moving steadily a few times, releasing inside Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian sighed in relief. Although the pleasure was real, his waist and buttocks were not made of iron. After such a long time of wild play with the two of them, his energy was nearly spent. Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji did not withdraw but, remaining inserted inside him, changed his position.

Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang... Jun?"

Lan Wangji smiled slightly, leaned to his ear, and whispered a few words.

Wei Wuxian: "...Uh, wait? When I said to fuck me senseless, I meant for the little Lan Zhan in your dream to fuck the me in your dream senseless! Not... Lan Zhan? Second... brother? Spare me!!!"