Qi Yue’s space seemed to have some kind of secret to longevity. After so many years and giving birth to several children, his appearance had hardly changed. He still looked just as young as ever. The only change, as Tang Ke put it, was that he had gained the temperament of a virtuous wife.
In a hazy half sleep, a pair of large hands roamed over his body. Qi Yue mumbled a couple of sounds with his eyes closed and turned over, trying to avoid those hands full of warmth. But the owner of the hands refused to let him go and even pressed his body up against him.
Warm, moist lips wandered over his back. Every place they touched made him go numb by another degree, even his waist softening. Qi Yue hummed comfortably, his body twisting restlessly from time to time.
Qi Yue’s reactions thoroughly pleased the man behind him, who let out a low laugh. His movements did not stop, and his burning hot tongue continued to travel downward. Squeezing the plump, perfectly hand fitting perky buttocks, Tang Ke’s hands lingered again and again. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite the b*ttock petals he could not get enough of. Only when the entire backside was covered in his marks and saliva did he finally let go, prying the two sides apart. Tang Ke stared at that faintly visible little hole and could not help swallowing. The vivid red little hole contracted like a small mouth, and his tongue advanced toward the opening he was obsessed with.
Qi Yue kept his eyes closed, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. He was completely unable to sleep now. A trace of wet heat brushed past, making him involuntarily draw in his back entrance. The next moment, that wet heat began to lick at his shameful opening. Just thinking that such a private place was being wriggled into by his lover’s tongue made his back entrance tighten again, clamping tightly around Tang Ke’s tongue.
“Relax, it’s too tight.” Tang Ke could not help but give a few light slaps. The force was not heavy, but perfectly placed, making the person beneath him shudder.
Qi Yue was now sprawled on the bed, his body long since arranged into a raised position. Between his legs, that pretty little Yueyue was already trembling as it stood upright. Unable to hold back, he let out a soft cry and turned his head to look at the man behind him.
Tang Ke lifted his head and looked at Qi Yue. He felt that those eyes, reddened at the corners and filled with moisture, were seducing him outright, seductive to the bone. Below, the little hole he had just licked and sucked glistened with moisture, vividly red and twitching from time to time.
The intense visual impact made Tang Ke’s gaze darken. He forcefully spread Qi Yue’s buttocks and buried his head again, one hand reaching around to Qi Yue’s front to stroke his little Yueyue.
“Tang… Tang Ke, your tongue, your tongue, pull it out.” Qi Yue writhed, unable to break free, his hands only able to weakly clutch the bedsheets.
“What did you call me?”
Tang Ke was dissatisfied with the way Qi Yue addressed him and punished him by sucking hard. Lowering his head to look at the wet little hole, opening and closing, now much softer.
“Husband, no, don’t touch there.” Qi Yue clearly felt the foreign object inside him. The friction between fingers and intestinal walls stirred a deeper emptiness within. His back entrance was being attacked, while the little buds on his chest were rhythmically kneaded by that large hand. Qi Yue moaned softly in pleasure.
Tang Ke used one hand to help Qi Yue stretch while the other toyed with his chest, as if finding it amusing. His hand pressed and rubbed those red little buds, even covering them entirely with his palm and drawing circles, playing with one side and then moving on to the other.
Qi Yue’s body was naturally very sensitive, and Tang Ke’s palms were full of calluses. Whether intentional or not, they always brushed against his little buds, giving him the illusion that they were about to be rubbed raw. He was almost unable to keep himself upright, arching his body in an attempt to escape Tang Ke’s hands, only to be pressed down again by the other man’s sturdy chest. He did not even notice that two more fingers had been inserted behind him.
“Slow… slower…”
Even Qi Yue’s voice had changed pitch. The hand on his chest had now moved to his lower abdomen, and his little Yueyue was gripped and stroked by Tang Ke. Between his legs, everything was already a complete mess.
Tang Ke withdrew the fingers from the little hole, took hold of his own aching hardness, and thr*st inside. He felt himself wrapped tightly, as if a small mouth were sucking him fiercely, the pleasure so sharp it made his scalp tingle.
“Yueyue, you’re so tight, I can’t hold back. Let husband really dote on you.”
Tang Ke locked his hands around Qi Yue’s waist and began to pound fiercely, the force so great that Qi Yue’s buttocks flushed red. Each thr*st in and out produced loud slapping sounds.
The little hole had been stretched well by Tang Ke, so there was no tearing pain, only an initial sense of unusual swelling. With each powerful thr*st, the intestines became more sensitive, bringing out fluid every time. Qi Yue’s whole body trembled uncontrollably.
“Tang Ke… husband… husband.” Qi Yue bit his lip, his head tilted to one side, eyes tightly shut, long lashes beaded with tears.
Tang Ke suddenly flipped Qi Yue over, lifting his legs onto his shoulders and thr*sting even harder, every movement slamming heavily into Qi Yue’s most sensitive spot.
Very quickly, Qi Yue was stimulated into climax, sensibly begging for mercy nonstop, not knowing that every word only excited the man more.
“Mm… I can’t anymore…”
“You came so fast. Are you sick? I have to cure you.”
Tang Ke only sped up further. Whenever Qi Yue was knocked out of position by the force, he would grab his waist and pull him back down. After so many years, their bodies fit together so perfectly that he knew every sensitive spot of Qi Yue’s. Pulling out completely and then thr*sting back in hard, every single time he brushed Qi Yue’s sensitive point before sliding even deeper.
Qi Yue was so comfortable that his mind was nearly gone. He could only pant rapidly, and before long his little Yueyue stood up again. Their joining place was soaked beyond words, the opening even foaming white from being overused.
Tang Ke reached around Qi Yue’s waist and tightened his grip, then lifted him up with a strong pull, seating Qi Yue on himself. This position went even deeper. Holding Qi Yue’s waist, he lifted and then slammed him down hard. Qi Yue was completely out of strength now, his entire body leaning into Tang Ke’s embrace. With each rise and fall, his little Yueyue was rubbed between their lower abdomens, colliding every time with Tang Ke’s firm abs. Each impact was so pleasurable that a small stream of fluid flowed out, running down between their bellies and into the hair below.
“Yueyue, there’s so much inside you, so hot. Are you trying to scald Little Brother Tang to death?” Tang Ke nibbled Qi Yue’s earlobe and whispered filthy words.
Hearing Tang Ke’s words, Qi Yue’s opening clenched even tighter. His little Yueyue shot out without any direct touch, just from being filled.
Tang Ke let out a low roar and began to thr*st into that little mouth even faster, every muscle in his body taut. He gently licked away the tears clinging to Qi Yue’s lashes, then slammed in hard more than a dozen times, finally shuddering as he released deep inside Qi Yue.
Only their heavy breathing remained in the space.
Tang Ke panted softly as he kissed Qi Yue’s trembling lips, occasionally slipping his tongue inside to circle and gently suck Qi Yue’s tongue.
“Baby, I love you.”
“Me too.” Qi Yue buried his face in Tang Ke’s chest and replied softly.
The two held each other, enjoying the tender moment after pleasure.
Tang Ke held Qi Yue in his arms, not thinking about the terrifying scene he had dreamed of the previous night. His Qi Yue was alive and well. How could he possibly die? It was laughable that he had even dreamed of that woman who had died so many years ago. Whatever that dream was, he would never allow anyone to destroy their happiness.
Qi Yue’s ability had grown slowly after reaching level six, but recently, for reasons unknown, it suddenly broke through and advanced to level seven. What puzzled him was that his level seven ability was completely unrelated to his previous one. He had gained a new ability, healing.
In the blink of an eye, twenty full years had passed since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Almost at the same time, several men all had the same dream as Tang Ke. The vividness of it lingered in their minds for a long time.
None of them mentioned the dream to anyone else. Perhaps what happened in the dream had truly occurred, or perhaps it had really just been a dream. Either way, the pain they had experienced was already in the past. What they had was the present and the future, and that was enough to make up for any regrets.
Cherishing each happy day was what they needed to do.
Zombies were quietly reproducing in every corner of the world. To this day, no human settlement had developed a way to stop it. The only consolation was that zombies were no longer focused on feeding on human flesh, instead turning to the overly proliferating mutated animals.
Humans and zombies seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement, not invading each other, both quietly developing. Perhaps both were waiting for a fatal strike, or perhaps they would continue to coexist peacefully like this.
On one day in the new era of the apocalypse, Qi Yue stared at Han Xiaonao at the dinner table, deep in thought.
After a long while, Han Xiaonao felt uncomfortable under his little dad’s sharp gaze and froze there, not knowing what to do.
Qi Yue darkened his face and snorted coldly, grabbed Han Xiaonao’s hand, and activated his ability.
Pa—
Everyone at the table looked at each other. The men exchanged glances. They had never seen Qi Yue lose his temper before. These cold blooded dads had no intention of helping Han Xiaonao out of trouble, instead setting down their chopsticks and watching with great interest.
Among so many children, Han Xiaonao looked the most like Qi Yue, with a pair of long, narrow peach blossom eyes that unconsciously revealed charm when he looked at people. But his temperament was completely different. Just like his name, Han Xiaonao was outgoing, lively, and energetic.
“Whose child is it?”
Qi Yue was furious. His son was pregnant. Who was the child’s father? Which family’s little rascal was it?
The men sat there dumbfounded. Were they about to become grandfathers?
Days of chaos began.
In a corner of the kitchen, on a large serving plate buried among a pile of golden yellow cakes, a flower like bright red little cake emitted an eerie glow.
It seemed that Qi Yue’s family was about to gain another mouth to feed.
Author’s notes: This piece was supposed to be finished in one go. I am very sorry that it dragged on until now. At that time, my mindset was really bad. Some things happened that made it impossible for me to write in a good mood, all kinds of messy matters. Now they are all in the past. Consider it a lesson for myself. Life is indeed beautiful, but one cannot be naive forever. I hope everyone is the same, and in life can guard against thieves, burglary, and malicious people.
Thank you all for accompanying me along the way. Please forgive this stubborn author for insisting on her original intention all the way to thirty eight. It was actually just a number, meant to express Qi Yue’s feeling of having no will to live at that time. I originally wanted to write more about Han Xiaonao. Maybe I will open a separate story specifically to write about him and that zombie.
Belated wishes, wishing everyone happy holidays.
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