Chapter 129

Chapter 129

"Thud."

The small wooden strip hit the ground.

Its original purpose had been supplanted by Chen Zui's fingers. Not that it was entirely useless—Wang Qianjiao had smeared nectar ointment on it, which now remained, making it easier for Chen Zui’s hand.

"Brother, so deep."

Wang Qianjiao kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep. It was utterly embarrassing. He had only wanted to prepare in advance to avoid becoming an obstacle and disrupting the atmosphere. But the sensation was so strange that he got distracted and completely failed to notice Chen Zui's arrival. Caught in the act, he was truly speechless.

And now, hearing Chen Zui say such things, he felt…

Ashamed!

But there was no time to dwell on it. Fingers and the wooden strip were entirely different. Even if the wooden strip could rotate, it was no match for these two warm fingers, their firm knuckles, let alone how those knuckles could curl, grind, and press—and yes, they could also rotate, far more flexibly than the wooden strip.

Wang Qianjiao's entire focus was captivated.

"So warm."

Chen Zui spoke, watching Wang Qianjiao feign sleep, noting his slightly furrowed brows—clearly not from discomfort.

"Wet and slick."

"Brother, do you think it'll turn into a waterfall in the end?"

He said these things deliberately, wanting to see how long Wang Qianjiao could hold out.

His fingers passed over a small bulge, and he clearly felt the person in his arms tremble as if electrocuted. So Chen Zui began to tease that very spot, saying, "Brother, my fingers are about to be crushed."

Wang Qianjiao finally couldn't take it anymore and opened his eyes, unable to continue pretending to sleep. He had no idea what was happening, why his body was out of his control, feeling as if he were about to convulse.

What is this?

What is that thing?

Chen Zui clearly saw the confusion in his eyes and kissed him. "It seems not letting brother give me one was the right choice. After all, brother doesn't even know what this is."

His fingers pressed down firmly.

Wang Qianjiao curled up like a touched mimosa, wanting to draw his body inward, but he was bound by the *Lingyuan Whip* and held in Chen Zui's embrace, unable to complete the motion.

He could only endure this sensation that was almost too much to bear.

Chen Zui heard a sound like a kitten's mewl.

It was lovely.

Even though he hadn't touched anywhere else, only pressing and teasing that one spot.

Little Wang just came.

Chen Zui was both surprised and delighted, but his words were still meant to mortify Wang Qianjiao.

"Brother."

"You're truly gifted."

Wang Qianjiao had often been praised as gifted since childhood, but he never expected to be praised in this aspect. This Chen Zui was far too audacious.

He had to make Chen Zui understand who was in charge on Dengtian Mountain. With a twist of his wrist, the *Lingyuan Whip* binding him came undone—after all, it was his whip.

The freed *Lingyuan Whip*, under his control, wrapped around Chen Zui's wrist and pulled it up above his head.

Chen Zui was forced onto his back, his bound hand still coated in white, dripping down from his fingertips. Unlike water, it was somewhat thick, stretching into strands as it fell.

Chen Zui didn't resist or struggle, just watched as Wang Qianjiao got up and turned over.

"Does brother want to punish me?"

He looked expectant.

Wang Qianjiao knelt straddling him, waved a hand to open the window, letting in the flower-scented night breeze and moonlight, illuminating everything clearly.

"Then will you obediently accept punishment?"

His hand caressed Chen Zui's cheek. Chen Zui tilted his head and kissed his palm. "Of course, I've always been well-behaved."

As he spoke, he thrust upward.

—

—

Wang Qianjiao was jolted upward.

Wang Qianjiao gritted his teeth. "Don't cry later."

Chen Zui wanted to laugh but held back, playing along with Wang Qianjiao's belief that taking the initiative into the wolf's den meant seizing control. "I'll do my best."

Wang Qianjiao's inner garment fell onto the windowsill beside them.

Under the moonlight, his skin glowed softly. Chen Zui's eyes darkened.

Wang Qianjiao grabbed what he had made with his own hands—this time, he was going to devour it.

Their gazes intertwined, more lingering than the moonlight.

Chen Zui's eyes shifted, looking toward the main event. Wang Qianjiao breathed a sigh of relief. If Chen Zui had kept staring into his eyes, he might have truly fled in panic.

He wasn't as capable as he appeared—he was still nervous and ashamed.

Chen Zui watched unblinkingly as Wang Qianjiao's hand gradually withdrew, and the thing slowly, slowly disappeared.

So slow it was frustrating.

Yet he didn't dare disturb it.

He eyed the veins, feeling they were somewhat excessive, worried they might not go in.

Sure enough, it got stuck there.

He held his breath, looking up at Wang Qianjiao, who had his head tilted back, his slender neck stretched. From this angle, he couldn't quite see his expression.

Only sensing that his whole body radiated a mix of enjoyment and restlessness, transforming into a blossom of worldly desire.

Swaying under this moonlight.

However, the night wasn't yet deep, and no dew had formed.

Wang Qianjiao overcame that hurdle, finally pushing through in one go.

—

—

The wind rustled the towering blossoming tree outside, its sound drowning out two muffled groans.

Wang Qianjiao lowered his head to look at Chen Zui, who was clearly trying hard to suppress the satisfied pleasure, yet pretending as if nothing had happened.

"From now on."

"I forbid you from moving."

Chen Zui, soaked in the moment, didn't mind such a small thing. To him, this was merely an appetizer before the main course, and he was willing to play along with Wang Qianjiao.

"I'll listen to you, brother."

Only then was Wang Qianjiao satisfied. He planned to use every trick to make Chen Zui...

...climax.

And then mock this arrogant bastard.

But afterward, he would definitely have to make it up to him gently.

Wang Qianjiao thought this and acted accordingly. After all, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, his adaptability was strong, and his speed was extremely fast. Not only that, but he also had a little trick up his sleeve.

From time to time, he would deliberately fake a struggle, as if catching Chen Zui off-guard.

Chen Zui was happy to be "ambushed" like this—where else could he find such enjoyment?

He watched the straining Wang Qianjiao, whose long hair danced between his chest and shoulders, the ends dragging over him, swaying back and forth.

Like a wild horse.

One that made people want to tame it.

Wang Qianjiao grew a bit impatient. How could Chen Zui still...? He was about to lose control—not from exhaustion,

but because he'd worked himself into a frenzy.

The wild horse slowed down.

It was at this moment that Chen Zui struck: "What's wrong, brother?"

He asked while using his powerful core muscles to thrust upward.

The lean, firm body chain nearly flung off, the pearls and gems on it glittering with firelight. Wang Qianjiao felt as if he were watching a meteor shower.

An endless meteor shower.

And he, too, marked this meteor shower with his own color. When the meteor shower stopped, his release flowed along the grooves of Chen Zui's abdominal muscles.

He collapsed into Chen Zui's arms, gasping for air.

The toy he'd made for Chen Zui was almost shredded by the strain.

Chen Zui's hand freed itself from the Lingyuan Whip. The whip wasn't tightly bound—both of them were only pretending to be restrained.

Chen Zui settled back into place.

Wang Qianjiao also slowly lifted his eyelids, his chin seized by Chen Zui.

"Wang Qianjiao."

He called his name.

Wang Qianjiao's heart shuddered at that. Among thousands of people, his name sounded best when spoken by Chen Zui.

He looked into those jet-black eyes.

Chen Zui: "See clearly—who it is that has wrecked you completely."

Wang Qianjiao's eyes widened.

In his hundreds of years of life, he had never heard such words, especially not directed at him!

Yet why did it excite him?

—

—

The body chain swayed up and down, emitting faint sounds, but because it swung so fiercely and rapidly, the faint sounds turned into heavy ones—though still not as loud as the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

Only then did Wang Qianjiao realize that what he had done earlier was merely amateur hour.

The main event had just begun.

His eyes fixed on Chen Zui, he could only see the blur of motion and the fiery glitter of the body chain, making him feel as if he were in a surreal world.

Moreover, he had never known that his body could be so sensitive.

He was almost constantly coming...

Why was his body like this? Wang Qianjiao didn't understand. It was as if his body had long been completely broken in by Chen Zui.

Could it be because of those dreams?

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Zui pushed deeper, which brought him to the absolute depths, and he heard the sound of a cat crying out again.

The moon climbed to its peak.

Wang Qianjiao raised his hand, trying to grab the constantly swaying body chain, as if begging for mercy.

His hand was pinned down.

Chen Zui clasped the already open ring at the bottom of the body chain onto Wang Qianjiao.

Perfect.

The sun emerged from the clouds. Wang Qianjiao, slumped against the window frame, felt as if the sun were moving closer and farther away, making him dizzy.

Chen Zui leaned in from behind, nipping his ear: "Let's try the spinning mode."

Wang Qianjiao’s eyes flew open: “No.”

That's not right.

The switch was on his side.

Just as he was about to relax, he felt everything spin—so suddenly that he nearly fell off the window frame. Fortunately, Chen Zui had been holding onto him all along.

The morning was peaceful.

Chen Zui lay sprawled across Wang Qianjiao’s back, realizing the advantage of the spinning feature. He cocked his head, wanting to ask Wang Qianjiao to turn his head from the window frame for a kiss.

But then he heard crying.

Very faint, very soft.

Chen Zui’s eyes lit up, and he manually turned Wang Qianjiao’s head toward him.

What he saw was a pair of teary, unfocused eyes, with drool glistening at the corners of his parted, rosy lips.

Half of his face was wet, and he seemed to be mumbling something—or maybe just making noise. None of his usual aloof senior brother demeanor remained.

He had done what he said he would.

Chen Zui kissed him, stopped the spinning feature, and didn’t push him further.

—

Three days later

Chen Zui, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, stood before the mirror grooming Wang Qianjiao.

He was going to play doll daddy this time.

And he had tied Wang Qianjiao’s hair into pigtails.

Wang Qianjiao’s brows gradually furrowed, but even so, there was something different about his expression—a new, alluring charm.

He wanted to say something, but he had promised Chen Zui to let him take charge.

Yet when Chen Zui painted a red bindi between his brows, he couldn’t hold back any longer: “You’re messing me up.”

Chen Zui: “No, I’m creating a different version of you.”

Wang Qianjiao snorted.

Chen Zui admired his work with satisfaction—Wang Qianjiao with pigtails, dressed in a pastel yellow outfit, looking really playful.

He kissed the clearly displeased Wang Qianjiao.

“So cute.”

Wang Qianjiao pursed his lips: “Really?”

Chen Zui grinned: “Really, our Qianjiao is the cutest~”

He picked Wang Qianjiao up and spun him around. Wang Qianjiao stopped resisting and burst out laughing.

Ao Tian: “Affection level: 100%.”

Deng Tian Mountain, which had always belonged only to Wang Qianjiao, was now echoing with laughter and joy.

From then on, through sunrises and moonfalls, across all seasons, the two would always be together.