Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Extra Chapter: The Incense Burner 2

The next morning, Wei Wuxian surprisingly woke up earlier than Lan Wangji, which was rare for him. His legs were trembling all day long.

They took out the tapir-shaped incense burner again and fiddled with it repeatedly. Wei Wuxian disassembled it and then reassembled it exactly as it was, but still couldn't uncover its mystery.

Wei Wuxian sat by the desk, concentrating, and said, "If it's not the incense, then it must definitely be the incense burner. This thing is truly remarkable, creating such an immersive experience, almost like empathy. Has your family's library ever recorded anything like this?"

Lan Wangji shook his head.

Since he shook his head, it meant there were indeed no previous records. Wei Wuxian said, "Well, since the incense burner's effect has worn off, let's put it away for now to avoid accidental contact. If a master craftsman visits in the future, we can take it out and ask."

They thought the incense burner's effect had ended, but unexpectedly, things took a different turn.

Late at night, after Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had their usual passionate encounter in the quiet room, they both fell into a deep sleep.

Not long after, Wei Wuxian opened his eyes and found himself lying under the magnolia tree outside the library again.

Sunlight filtered through the branches, falling on his face. Wei Wuxian squinted, raised his hand to shield his eyes, and slowly sat up.

This time, Lan Wangji was not by his side.

Wei Wuxian cupped his right hand by his mouth and called out, "Lan Zhan!"

No one responded. Wei Wuxian was puzzled, "It seems the incense burner's effect hasn't worn off yet. But where did Lan Zhan go? Am I the only one still affected by the residual magic of the incense burner?"

In front of the magnolia tree was a white stone path. A group of Gusu Lan Family disciples, dressed in white with forehead ribbons, walked by in twos and threes, carrying books, seemingly on their way to morning classes. None of them glanced at Wei Wuxian, as if they couldn't see him. Wei Wuxian went up to the library to take a look, but Lan Wangji wasn't there—neither the older nor the younger version. So he went downstairs and aimlessly wandered around the Cloud Recesses.

Before long, he faintly heard the voices of two young boys speaking softly. As he approached, one of the voices sounded very familiar: "...No one has ever raised them within the boundaries of the Cloud Recesses before. It's against the rules."

After a moment of silence, the other boy muttered, "I know. But... I've made a promise, and I can't break it."

Wei Wuxian's heart stirred, and he quietly looked over. Sure enough, standing on a patch of green grass were Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji, engaged in conversation.

It was spring, with a gentle breeze. The twin jades of the Lan family, like flawless gems in a mirror, were both dressed in pristine white robes, their wide sleeves and forehead ribbons fluttering, as if they were part of a painting. At this time, Lan Wangji was also around fifteen or sixteen years old, his brows slightly furrowed, as if troubled. In his arms, he held a white rabbit with a twitching pink nose. At his feet was another white rabbit, its long ears perked up, standing on its hind legs and pawing at his boots, as if trying to climb up.

Lan Xichen said, "How can a playful promise between youngsters be considered a serious commitment? Is it really because of this?"

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Lan Xichen smiled and said, "Alright, then if Uncle asks, you'll have to explain it to him properly. Lately, you've been spending a bit too much time on them."

Lan Wangji nodded solemnly and said, "Thank you, brother." After a pause, he added, "...It won't affect my studies."

Lan Xichen said, "I know you won't let it, Wangji. But you must never tell Uncle who gave them to you. Otherwise, he'll be furious and will definitely make you give them away."

Hearing this, Lan Wangji seemed to hold the rabbit in his arms a little tighter. Lan Xichen chuckled, raised a hand, and playfully touched the rabbit's pink nose before leisurely walking away.

After he left, Lan Wangji stood thoughtfully for a while. The rabbit in his arms occasionally flicked its ears, looking completely at ease. The one at his feet pawed more eagerly, and Lan Wangji glanced down, bent over, and picked it up as well, cradling both rabbits in his arms. He gently stroked them, his movements tender and completely at odds with his usual stern expression.

Wei Wuxian watched, his heart itching with curiosity, and stepped out from behind the tree, wanting to get closer to the young Lan Wangji. Unexpectedly, the rabbit in Lan Wangji's arms slipped out, and the atmosphere around him changed abruptly. He turned sharply, and upon seeing who it was, his initially sharp gaze immediately froze: "...You?!"

He was startled, and Wei Wuxian was even more startled, exclaiming, "You can see me?"

This was truly strange. In theory, people in the dream shouldn't be able to see him. But Lan Wangji was still looking at him and said, "Of course I can see you. You are... Wei Ying?"

The young man before him looked to be in his early twenties, definitely not fifteen, yet he had the exact same face as Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji was unsure of the man's identity and grew wary. If he had been carrying his sword, Bichen would likely have already been drawn. Wei Wuxian reacted quickly and immediately said with a serious expression, "It's me!"

Hearing this response, Lan Wangji became even more cautious and took two steps back. Wei Wuxian put on a hurt expression and tone, saying, "Lan Zhan, I went through so much trouble to come back and find you. How can you treat me like this?"

Lan Wangji said, "You... are truly Wei Ying?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Naturally."

Lan Wangji asked, "Why does your appearance differ?"

Wei Wuxian explained, "It's a long story. Actually, I am indeed Wei Wuxian, but from seven years in the future. Seven years from now, I discovered an incredible artifact that allows me to travel through time back to the past. I was carefully studying it, but accidentally touched it, and here I am!"

This explanation was so absurd it was almost like a child's tale, and Lan Wangji coldly said, "How can you prove it?"

Wei Wuxian responded, "How do you want me to prove it? I know everything about you. The rabbits you were holding earlier, and the one at your feet, weren't they gifts from me? You were so unwilling to accept them back then, but now your brother tells you not to keep them, and you're reluctant. Have you come to like them?"

Hearing this, Lan Wangji's expression changed slightly, and he hesitated before saying, "I..."

Wei Wuxian took two steps closer, spreading his arms and smiling, "What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Seeing his strange behavior, Lan Wangji was on high alert, his face full of wariness, and he stepped back several times. Wei Wuxian hadn't seen Lan Wangji behave this way toward him in a long time, and he was inwardly amused, though he feigned anger on the surface, "What do you mean by this? Why are you avoiding me? You, Lan Zhan, after being my husband for ten years, you're turning away from me now!"

At these words, Lan Wangji's icy, snow-like handsome face instantly shattered.

He said:

"You... me?"

"...Ten years?"

"...Husband?!"

The six words were broken into several parts, spoken with great difficulty. Wei Wuxian pretended to suddenly realize, "Oh, I forgot, you don't know yet. Let's see, at this time, we've only just met, right? Did I just leave the Cloud Recesses? No matter, I'll quietly tell you now. In a few years, we'll become Daoist partners."

Lan Wangji: "...Daoist partners?"

Wei Wuxian said smugly, "Yes! The kind who practice dual cultivation every day. We had a proper wedding with all the traditional rites, and we even bowed to heaven and earth."

Lan Wangji's chest rose and fell slightly in anger, and after a while, he spat out a few words through gritted teeth, "...Nonsense!"

Wei Wuxian said, "If I say a few more things, you'll see if I'm talking nonsense or not. When you sleep, you like to cling to me tightly, and you always have to have me on top of you, or else you can't fall asleep; every time you kiss me, it lasts a long time, and when it ends, you like to gently bite me before pulling away; oh, and when you're doing something else, you also like to bite me, I have marks all over my body..."

Starting from the phrase "cling to me tightly," Lan Wangji's expression became unbearable, growing more intense as Wei Wuxian continued. He looked as if he wanted to cover his ears to block out these obscene words, and with a slap, he said, "Nonsense!"

Wei Wuxian dodged and said, "Enough with the nonsense, find another word! Besides, how do you know I'm talking nonsense? Isn't that how you are?"

Lan Wangji said word by word, "I... have never kissed... how would I know what I... like when I do!"

Wei Wuxian thought for a moment and said, "That's true, at your age, you've never kissed anyone, so naturally, you wouldn't know how you like to kiss. Why don't you give it a try now?"

"..." Lan Wangji was so angry that he even forgot to call his disciples to capture this suspicious person. He repeatedly struck out, aiming for Wei Wuxian's vital points. But at this age, Wei Wuxian was far quicker, easily dodging and even finding time to pinch a spot on Lan Wangji's arm, causing his movements to falter. Seizing the moment, Wei Wuxian planted a kiss on his cheek.

"..."

After the kiss, Wei Wuxian released Lan Wangji's arm and let go of his restraint.

But Lan Wangji stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time, completely frozen.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."

Wei Wuxian laughed so hard that he nearly rolled off the bed, but fortunately, Lan Wangji's arm was still wrapped around his waist. His laughter made him tremble even after waking up, shaking so much that Lan Wangji also woke from his deep slumber, and they both sat up together.

Lan Wangji lowered his head, extended a hand, and gently pressed his temple, saying, "Just now, I..."

Wei Wuxian continued, "Just now, did you dream that you met me when you were fifteen and I was in my twenties?"

"..." Lan Wangji stared at him fixedly and said, "That incense burner we used."

Wei Wuxian nodded, "I thought I was more affected by the incense burner's remnants, so I entered the dream. Who knew you were actually more affected."

Tonight was different from last time. The young Lan Zhan in the dream was actually Lan Wangji.

Dreamers often don't realize they're dreaming, so the Lan Wangji in the dream truly believed he was only fifteen. It was supposed to be a serious dream—morning readings, walks, and raising rabbits—but Wei Wuxian, who had sneaked into his dream to stir up trouble, caught him and teased him mercilessly.

Wei Wuxian said, "I can't handle it, Lan Zhan. You clutching those rabbits, scared your brother and uncle wouldn't let you keep them—it's too much. Hahaha..."

Lan Wangji sighed helplessly, "It's late. Keep it down."

Wei Wuxian replied, "Are our nightly antics quiet? Why are you up so early? If you'd slept in, I would've dragged you to the back mountain for some mischief, to give young Lan Er Gege a taste of the world, hahaha..."

Lan Wangji watched him roll around, speechless. After a moment, he suddenly reached out, pinned Wei Wuxian down, and leaned over him.

They both thought the incense burner's power would fade after the second night. But on the third night, Wei Wuxian found himself in Lan Wangji's dream again.

Dressed in black, he strolled leisurely along the white stone path of the Cloud Recesses, the red tassel of Chenqing swayed with each step. Soon, the sound of reading voices drifted over.

The direction was the Hall of Orchids. Wei Wuxian swaggered outside and saw several Lan disciples reading inside. Lan Qiren wasn't there; Lan Wangji was supervising.

In the dream, Lan Wangji was still a teenager, about the same age as when Wei Wuxian saw him at the bottom of the Tortoise of Slaughter cave, around seventeen or eighteen. Handsome and scholarly, yet still youthful. He sat solemnly at the front, completely focused. When someone had a question, they'd approach him, and he'd glance over and answer immediately, his serious expression contrasting sharply with his youthful innocence.

Wei Wuxian leaned against a pillar outside the Hall of Orchids, watching for a while, then silently flew up to the roof and brought Chenqing to his lips.

Inside the Hall of Orchids, Lan Wangji slightly startled. A young disciple asked, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Lan Wangji said, "Who is playing the flute at this time?"

The disciples looked at each other. After a moment, one said, "We didn't hear any flute?"

Hearing this, Lan Wangji's expression became stern. He stood up, drew his sword, and went outside, just as Wei Wuxian put away his flute and leaped lightly onto another roof.

Lan Wangji sensed the movement and shouted in a low voice, "Who goes there!"

Wei Wuxian let out two clear whistles from his tongue, his voice already dozens of feet away, laughing, "It's your husband!"

Hearing this voice, Lan Wangji's expression changed, uncertainly saying, "Wei Ying?"

Wei Wuxian didn't answer. Lan Wangji drew Bichen from his back and chased after him. After a few leaps, Wei Wuxian landed on the high wall of the Cloud Recesses, standing up on a dark tile. Lan Wangji also landed less than two zhang away from him, Bichen held diagonally in his hand, his forehead ribbon, sleeves, and robes fluttering in the night wind, exuding an ethereal aura.

Wei Wuxian clasped his hands behind his back and smiled, "What a handsome person, what a handsome skill. In such a scene, if only there were a jug of Tianzi Lao, it would be perfect."

Lan Wangji stared at him fixedly, and after a while, said, "Wei Ying, uninvited, visiting the Cloud Recesses at night, what business do you have?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Guess?"

"..." Lan Wangji said, "Nonsense!"

Bichen's blade came, and Wei Wuxian easily dodged. Although the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Lan Wangji was already quite skilled, he posed little threat to the current Wei Wuxian. After a few exchanges, Wei Wuxian found an opening and slapped a talisman on his chest. Lan Wangji's body stiffened, unable to move, and Wei Wuxian grabbed him, rushing straight to the back mountain of the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian found a dense patch of orchid grass on the back mountain and placed Lan Wangji there, leaning against a white stone, saying, "What are you going to do?"

Wei Wuxian pinched his cheek and said seriously, "Rape."

Lan Wangji couldn't tell whether he was joking or not, his face was slightly pale, and he said in a deep voice, "Wei Ying, you... must not act recklessly."

Wei Wuxian laughed, "You know how I am, I just love to stir up trouble." As he spoke, he reached under Lan Wangji's layered and tightly wrapped white robes, giving a firm yet skillful squeeze to his crotch.

The squeeze was just right, done with great skill. Lan Wangji's expression instantly turned strange.

His lips twitched, and he pursed them tightly, ultimately suppressing any change in his expression, trying to remain composed. However, Wei Wuxian took advantage of the situation, quickly undoing Lan Wangji's belt and stripping off his lower garments. He then felt the weight of the hefty member, which was completely at odds with Lan Wangji's delicate features, and genuinely complimented, "Hanguang Jun, you truly have been gifted since childhood."

After saying this, he lightly flicked the tip. Having such a private part toyed with, Lan Wangji looked like he was about to explode with anger, not even having the mind to think about who Hanguang Jun was, and he shouted sternly, "Wei Ying!!!"

Wei Wuxian giggled, "Go ahead, scream. No one's coming to save you."

Lan Wangji was about to speak when he saw Wei Wuxian, after finishing his laugh, brush a strand of hair behind his ear and then lower his head to take Lan Wangji's member into his mouth.

Lan Wangji's eyes showed shock, completely incredulous, and his entire body stiffened.

At seventeen or eighteen, Lan Wangji still carried an air of youthful innocence, but the size of his member was not to be underestimated. Wei Wuxian slowly took the length into his mouth, not fully taking it in yet, when he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. The shaft was thick and hot, and the veins on it pulsed powerfully against the walls of his mouth, his cheeks puffing out from being stuffed. Despite the difficulty, he patiently pushed the remaining length deeper into his throat.

Wei Wuxian was quite experienced in handling Lan Wangji's member, using all his skills to suck and tease, making wet noises as if savoring a treat. Though Lan Wangji's complexion was naturally pale and didn't blush easily, his neck and ears were now red, and his breathing was rapid. Wei Wuxian worked diligently for a while, his cheeks sore from the effort, but still, Lan Wangji hadn't released. He wondered what was going on—surely his skills weren't insufficient to handle a seventeen-year-old Lan Wangji. He glanced up and saw Lan Wangji's face filled with restraint. The member was clearly as hard as iron, yet Lan Wangji was stubbornly holding back, as if trying to maintain some sort of boundary.

Amused, Wei Wuxian's mischievous desire flared up again. His wet tongue repeatedly licked the small slit at the tip of the large glans, and after a few deep throats, Lan Wangji finally couldn't hold back and released.

The cum was extremely thick, and the musky scent filled Wei Wuxian's throat. He sat up, coughing lightly a few times, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, swallowing it all as he always did. After releasing, Lan Wangji, whether from the physical reaction post-climax or from sheer embarrassment, stared at Wei Wuxian with reddened eyes, not saying a word.

Seeing him in such a humiliated state softened Wei Wuxian's heart. He gently kissed Lan Wangji's cheek and said, "Alright, I was wrong. I shouldn't have bullied you."

As he spoke, he wiped his fingers over Lan Wangji's recently released member, then retracted his hand, undid his own belt, and removed his lower garments.

Wei Wuxian's legs were long and slender, his thighs as white as jade, with beautiful and powerful lines. His buttocks were round and perky, presenting a truly stunning sight. Lan Wangji, leaning against the white stone, had a perfect view of Wei Wuxian's lower body from this angle.

Wei Wuxian knelt in the grass, turned around, and faced away from Lan Wangji, lying on the ground. He brought his fingers, now coated with white fluid, to his own lower body. The entrance was hidden deep within the crevice of his buttocks, and Wei Wuxian slightly spread his cheeks to reveal the small, pink opening. The entrance was soft and obedient, originally tightly closed, but after Wei Wuxian applied the white fluid with his slender fingers and gently massaged it for a while, it opened slightly, shyly swallowing the fingertips. Wei Wuxian slowly but firmly pushed his fingers to the base and then began to thrust. After a while, the speed of his thrusts increased slightly, and the front also lifted a bit.

When the sound of wetness began to be heard, Wei Wuxian added a third finger, breathing lightly as if starting to struggle, and slowed down his movements.

In the night, these details were not particularly noticeable, but Lan Wangji's senses were sharp, and his vision was exceptional. He watched this obscene scene unfold right before his eyes, unable to look away.

During their intimate moments, Wei Wuxian liked to reach the peak together with Lan Wangji, so to avoid finishing too early, he deliberately avoided the key spots inside himself during preparation. However, his body, always sensitive to Lan Wangji's touch, was now unsatisfied, and the walls inside him clenched tightly, as if protesting, sometimes contracting intensely. When his fingers didn't touch that spot, his hips would involuntarily sink, trying to bring that spot to his fingers. After narrowly missing a few times, Wei Wuxian's thighs began to tremble, and he could barely kneel anymore. He quickly withdrew his fingers, took a moment to calm down, and then looked back to see Lan Wangji, caught off guard, meeting his gaze and immediately closing his eyes.

Wei Wuxian laughed, "Hey, Lan Zhan, what are you doing? Reciting the Lan family rules in your head?"

Guessing correctly, Lan Wangji's eyelashes fluttered, as if he wanted to open his eyes, but he ultimately resisted.

Wei Wuxian lazily said, "Look at me, what are you afraid of? I won't do anything bad to you."

His voice was naturally pleasant, and when he spoke like this, his tone was lazy and teasing, like a little hook. Lan Wangji seemed determined not to look, not to listen, not to speak, resolutely ignoring him, remaining unmoved. Wei Wuxian said, "Are you really so heartless as to not look at me?"

After teasing a few more times and seeing that Lan Wangji absolutely refused to open his eyes, Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, in that case, I'll borrow your Bichen. Don't mind, okay?"

As he spoke, he really picked up Bichen, which had fallen to the side.

Lan Wangji immediately opened his eyes and said sternly, "What are you planning to do!"

Wei Wuxian said, "What do you think I'm planning to do?"

Lan Wangji said, "...I don't know!"

Wei Wuxian: "Since you don't know what I'm planning to do, why are you so nervous?"

Lan Wangji: "I! I..."

Wei Wuxian grinned mischievously and stared at him, twirling Bichen in his hand. He lowered his eyelids and gently kissed the hilt of Bichen, then flicked out a crimson tongue to carefully lick the hilt.

Bichen's blade was icy cold, crystal clear, while the hilt was crafted through an ancient secret technique, made of pure silver, extremely heavy, and adorned with dignified and ancient carvings. The sight was utterly mesmerizing. Lan Wangji appeared deeply agitated and said, "Let go of Bichen!"

Wei Wuxian asked, "Why?"

Lan Wangji replied, "That's my sword! You can't use it... use it..."

Wei Wuxian said in surprise, "I know it's your sword. I just like it a bit, so I'm playing with it. What do you think I’d do with it?"

"..." Lan Wangji was at a loss for words.

Wei Wuxian burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha, Lan Zhan, what are you thinking? You’re thinking such dirty thoughts!"

Seeing that Wei Wuxian not only deliberately denied but also turned the tables, Lan Wangji’s face was a mix of emotions. After teasing him for a while, Wei Wuxian felt satisfied and said, "If you want me to stop playing with your sword, then trade yourself for it. How about it? Is that good?"

Lan Wangji couldn't say "good," but he also couldn't let Wei Wuxian continue to play with his sword and defile himself, so he found it difficult to answer. Wei Wuxian knelt on the ground, his back straight, and crawled onto him, coaxing, "Just say ‘yes,’ and I’ll give it back and do something fun with you. Is that good?"

After a while, Lan Wangji ground out two words, "...No!"

Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow and said, "Hmm. That's what you said."

He retreated from Lan Wangji and sat opposite him, smiling as he spread his legs, "Then you’ll just have to watch me play with Bichen."

The shamelessness of his pose, with his legs wide open, made the scenery of his private parts completely visible to Lan Wangji.

The two pale buttocks were slightly parted due to the wide opening, exposing the delicate pink entrance between them. After the previous expansion, the entrance was slightly swollen, but its glistening moisture made it appear even more delicate. Wei Wuxian reversed Bichen and aimed the hilt at the entrance. He inhaled softly and applied gentle pressure, parting the tender folds effortlessly, which wrapped around the front end of Bichen's hilt, pushing it in halfway.

Bichen’s hilt was icy cold, making Wei Wuxian shiver. The cold made his insides clench even tighter, and the hilt was even pushed out a little. Wei Wuxian immediately tightened his grip on Bichen and pushed it deeper into his body, slowly thrusting it in and out.

The intestinal walls were already tightly layered, and the hilt was carved with intricate ancient patterns, making the sensation of the carvings scraping inside him maddening. When it brushed against a certain point inside, Wei Wuxian let out a low moan, slightly closing his legs, his head spinning and his scalp prickling, his arousal growing even more pronounced, standing stiff.

From Lan Wangji's perspective, this was an overwhelmingly lewd sight. Wei Wuxian lay before him, actively spreading his legs, his entrance gripping Bichen, the hilt hard and cold, the entrance tender and swollen, looking pitiful. Despite this, Wei Wuxian was still trying to move it in and out of his body, his movements becoming faster and smoother. He panted lightly, his eyes moist as he looked at him, calling, "Lan Zhan..."

"Lan Zhan..."

His calls were breathy, pleading and passionate, either of which was enough to make one lose composure and become entranced. Lan Wangji couldn’t tear his gaze away, staring at Wei Wuxian's face as if bewitched, watching him struggle and writhe under the defilement of Bichen, watching him pleasure himself until his whole body trembled, his knuckles cracking.

Wei Wuxian, oblivious to Lan Wangji's reaction, was being penetrated by Bichen, his legs unconsciously tightening until they were pressed together, his buttocks closing, the hilt being gripped even tighter by the entrance. Wei Wuxian exhaled, feeling his arms and legs weak, and lay on his side, intending to rest for a while, when suddenly his knees were gripped by hands like iron hoops, and his legs were forcefully spread open.

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes to meet Lan Wangji's terrifyingly red eyes, filled with an unknown fire. Bichen was pulled out and thrown far away. As the hilt left his body, Wei Wuxian let out a moan, sounding dissatisfied.

Lan Wangji shouted angrily, "Shameless!!!"

He pressed Wei Wuxian to the ground, his angry, purple-red member thrusting in directly. Once inside, he began to pound relentlessly.

As soon as he entered, Wei Wuxian's legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, his arms around his neck, his posture extremely cooperative. However, after a few thrusts, he began to feel overwhelmed. Lan Wangji's movements were too rough, each thrust feeling like it would send him flying, his tailbone aching. Wei Wuxian cried out, "Gently! Er Gege, gently..."

Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian forgot that he was older than Lan Wangji in the dream, and instead called out "Er Gege," which not only didn't make Lan Wangji hold back but made him thrust even more fiercely, as if determined to split Wei Wuxian's buttocks into eight pieces as punishment. Wei Wuxian tilted his head back, struggling to breathe amidst the storm of thrusts, and said, "So... hot!"

Bichen's blade emitted coldness, and the hilt he had held inside had made Wei Wuxian's intestines even softer but slightly cold. Lan Wangji's member was thicker and hotter than Bichen's hilt. Thus, each thrust from Lan Wangji felt like a fire burning in his stomach, making Wei Wuxian want to roll on the ground. However, after playing with himself for a while and with Lan Wangji's rough movements, his body had become limp and powerless, only able to tremble under Lan Wangji's assault. At this moment, no matter how much stronger he was than Lan Wangji, he couldn't resist. Unable to bear the heat, he could only dodge repeatedly, twisting his waist to escape, but Lan Wangji held his waist firmly, delivering a few deeper thrusts that left him speechless.

Lan Wangji whispered in his ear, "Who is the husband?"

Wei Wuxian, still dazed, didn't react at first. Lan Wangji asked again, and a thrust sent his soul flying to the heavens. He hurriedly said, "You! You! It's you, you're the husband..."

It was all his own doing.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and endured the thrusts for a while, the cold passage becoming warm from the friction, and he gradually felt better. The head of the member, with its distinct edges, madly thrust inside him, while the intestines were slippery and soft, continuously gripping and twisting without pattern. The point inside was repeatedly rubbed and scraped by the slightly curved shaft, making Wei Wuxian feel like he was going to go crazy with pleasure, but he pretended to be weak and unable to endure, being thrust up and down by Lan Wangji's powerful movements, clutching his arm and pleading, "...Er Gege... Lan Zhan... gently, please, it hurts... I think I'm bleeding..."

The place where the two were connected was indeed slippery, and the squelching sounds grew louder. Hearing this, Lan Wangji immediately looked down at where they were joined, momentarily stunned. Wei Wuxian hummed, "Is it bleeding?"

Lan Wangji took a deep breath and said, "No."

Wei Wuxian asked, "No? Then what is it?"

Lan Wangji's voice was low as he replied, "It's fluid."

At some point, Wei Wuxian's inner thighs were slick with fluid, the liquid flowing in all directions, and Lan Wangji's engorged, purplish-red cock was also glistening with moisture, clearly brought out from within Wei Wuxian. Feigning disbelief, Wei Wuxian said, "Really? Really?" As he asked, he grabbed Lan Wangji's hand and guided it to touch their connected parts. The thick, throbbing cock was stretched to its limit, and Lan Wangji felt the slippery liquid and the tightly joined flesh. He jerked his hand back as if burned, glancing at it. The liquid was clear—definitely not blood.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's bodies fit together perfectly, and in moments of passion, their bodies naturally reacted. However, Wei Wuxian was deliberately teasing. Seeing the corner of Wei Wuxian's lips curl up, Lan Wangji realized he had been tricked and buried himself deeper, thrusting fiercely. Wei Wuxian gasped, his breath cut off several times, and he hurriedly said, "...Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, let me be on top, okay?"

Lan Wangji seemed not to understand what "on top" meant, hesitating slightly. Wei Wuxian hugged him and managed to flip their positions.

Now, Lan Wangji lay flat on the ground, while Wei Wuxian sat on him, their hips tightly connected. During the position change, the thick, hot cock remained deeply buried in Wei Wuxian's hole, not separating for a moment, only stirring subtly within him, making him squint with pleasure and feel slightly dizzy again.

Looking down, Wei Wuxian couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but he felt his flat belly slightly bulging from Lan Wangji's cock. He couldn't help but reach out to touch his own stomach. Before he could touch it twice, Lan Wangji lifted his hips and began forcing him to move.

Wei Wuxian was lifted up and down by him, each rise leaving only the hard, angular tip inside, and each fall swallowing the shaft to its deepest point, making him frown. The pace was so rapid there was hardly time to breathe. In the past, whenever they made love, they would always ride like this because this position allowed for the deepest penetration, which Wei Wuxian loved the most. But now, he was suffering because it was too deep. The seventeen-year-old Lan Wangji in the dream had been driven mad by his teasing and couldn't control his strength. Wei Wuxian's legs shook uncontrollably, unable to stand, let alone break free, leaving him in a very awkward position. He could only brace his hands on Lan Wangji's firm abdomen, hissing through his teeth.

Although Wei Wuxian had a slender waist and narrow hips, there was plenty of flesh on his buttocks. Lan Wangji's fingers dug deeply into his buttocks, kneading forcefully, leaving bruises in moments. Tickled and in pain, Wei Wuxian pushed one of Lan Wangji's hands away. However, Lan Wangji, displeased by this, furrowed his brows, his expression darkening. With a sharp "smack," he slapped Wei Wuxian's buttock hard, the sound crisp and clear.

This slap left Wei Wuxian momentarily stunned.

In his life, he had never been hit there by anyone. Even as a mischievous child, when Lady Yu whipped him, she only struck his back and palms. Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli would never dream of hitting him. Seeing other children being spanked for their mischief, he felt both embarrassed and smug that he had never been spanked. But now, Lan Wangji had broken that taboo, and... it was the seventeen-year-old Lan Wangji who had done it.

Instantly, Wei Wuxian's face turned red and white, and for the first time, he felt an uncontrollable sense of shame and annoyance during intimacy.

The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became. His buttock still stung from the slap, and he quickly shouted, "I'm done!" Rolling to the side, he slipped off Lan Wangji's body, dragging his weak legs as he tried to crawl away to find his pants. Lan Wangji, however, was in the throes of passion. Moreover, he had been teased by Wei Wuxian for a long time—pinched, flicked, kissed, touched, and threatened—and had built up an indescribable fire. Discovering that Wei Wuxian was particularly afraid of being spanked, he wasn't about to let him go so easily. With a casual wave, the pants Wei Wuxian had just pulled up to his knees were torn to shreds. Lan Wangji flipped him over, locking both wrists behind his back with one hand, while the other hand delivered another heavy slap to the pale buttock.

"Smack!" Wei Wuxian's entire body trembled, and he cried out, "It hurts!"

It wasn't really painful, but the shame was unbearable. Wei Wuxian never suppressed his moans during lovemaking, so his voice always became slightly hoarse midway. This cry didn't sound like genuine pain but rather carried a hint of lingering desire. Hearing this, Lan Wangji paused, his gaze lowering.

Beneath his palm were the round, full cheeks, now tinged with pink from the two slaps, with various rough finger marks crisscrossing the pale flesh. The cleft was slightly parted from the prolonged, forceful thrusting, revealing the timidly contracting, swollen entrance, which looked even more delicate after being engorged with blood. It was hard to believe how it had managed to take in the hilt of Bichen and Lan Wangji's intimidatingly large cock. Near the peak of the buttocks and the roots of the thighs, thin trails of fluid crisscrossed.

Lan Wangji's gaze grew darker.

Wei Wuxian, twisted in his grip, fearing another slap, quickly tightened his rear, making the small opening contract and relax, trying to divert Lan Wangji's attention, hoping he would focus on the main task and leave his buttocks alone. Sure enough, Lan Wangji's breathing behind him grew heavier, and he flipped Wei Wuxian over, re-entering him. The penetration was smooth, filling Wei Wuxian completely, finally allowing him to relax.

However, before he could fully relax, Lan Wangji delivered another slap to his buttock. Wei Wuxian shuddered, his hole clenching involuntarily, just as the head of Lan Wangji's cock brushed against a sensitive spot, making his cock stand even stiffer, oozing a few drops of creamy white fluid.

From then on, with every thrust, Lan Wangji would slap his buttock, causing Wei Wuxian's inner walls to tighten around the head of Lan Wangji's cock each time it hit that fatal spot, making his front stand even taller. The triple stimulation made him feel as if he were in a storm, whimpering softly, "Don't... Lan Zhan... stop... don't hit me anymore... wake up! Lan Zhan, wake up..."

He knew Lan Wangji was always wild in bed, and he had always enjoyed that wildness, but being pushed to this point was unprecedented.

After dozens of slaps, Wei Wuxian's once smooth buttocks were now red, hot, and slightly swollen, too sensitive to even touch. Yet, his entire body became more and more sensitive. When Lan Wangji thrust deep once more, he lowered his head to kiss Wei Wuxian's lips. Wei Wuxian, weak and exhausted, hugged his shoulders tightly, deepening the kiss, and finally, his lower body gave out, releasing a stream of creamy white fluid that splattered on their abdomens. Lan Wangji followed closely, releasing everything inside him with sheer satisfaction.

After a quiet moment, Wei Wuxian, his voice hoarse, said, "...It hurts..."

After the second release, Lan Wangji seemed to regain some calm and reason, lying on top of him, somewhat unsure and asking, "...Where does it hurt?"

Wei Wuxian: "..."

He couldn't very well say his butt hurt, so he whispered, "Lan Zhan, kiss me more..."

Seeing him with lowered eyelids, unusually gentle, Lan Wangji's pale earlobes turned pink. He complied, holding him tightly and kissing his lips tenderly.

When their lips parted, Lan Wangji indeed gave a gentle bite on Wei Wuxian's lower lip.

Then both of them woke up.

Lying on the wooden bed in the quiet room, they opened their eyes and looked at each other for a moment, then Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian into his arms again.

Wei Wuxian was held in his embrace and kissed for a long time, feeling utterly satisfied, and said with squinted eyes, "Lan Zhan... I have a question for you. You always come inside me, are you hoping I'll give you little Lan heirs?"

Having failed to tease him in the dream and instead got thoroughly taken, Wei Wuxian couldn't help but start rambling again upon waking up and seeing Lan Wangji. Lan Zhan, no longer as easily angered as he used to be, simply said, "You can't bear children."

Wei Wuxian moved his sore arms, rested his head on them, and said, "Ah, if I could give birth, with you going at it day and night like this, I would have already given birth to a bunch of little ones running all over the place."

Lan Zhan couldn't handle such lewd talk and said, "...Stop talking."

Wei Wuxian lifted one leg, smiling mischievously, "Are you getting shy again? I..." Before he could finish, he suddenly felt Lan Zhan give a light pat on his buttocks, causing Wei Wuxian to nearly roll off the bed, exclaiming, "What are you doing!!!"

Lan Zhan said, "Just checking on you."

Wei Wuxian scrambled up, ignoring his trembling legs, and said, "No need, Lan Zhan, I remember what you did in the dream all too well. No one has ever treated me like that since I was a child!!! From now on, you're not allowed to do that either, I'm telling you, if you want to do it, just do it, spread my legs and have your way, but don't hit me!!"

Lan Zhan pulled him back onto the bed, saying, "I won't hit you."

Reassured by his promise, Wei Wuxian said, "Hanguang Jun, you said it."

Lan Zhan replied, "Mmm."

After three exhausting nights, drowsiness began to set in, and Wei Wuxian couldn't keep up the antics anymore. He nestled back into Lan Zhan's arms, muttering, "No one has ever treated me like this since I was a child..."

Lan Zhan stroked his hair, kissed his forehead, shook his head, and smiled.