Su Yan had transmigrated.
He found himself in an ancient world resembling the Ming Dynasty, his soul inhabiting the body of a scholar traveling to the capital for imperial exams.
After failing the provincial exam, he lingered in the capital’s red-light districts, fully indulging in the life of a rich, idle playboy. Backed by his Father’s official position and family wealth, he gathered a group of sycophantic lackeys and spent his days parading through the city, gambling, hunting, and occasionally harassing respectable women. He was known as the city’s infamous bully.
One day, he visited Lingguang Temple, intending to burn incense and scout for beauties. There, he spotted a tall, alluring woman in a pink dress. Her every move exuded a seductive charm, and Su Yan was utterly spellbound. His soul practically left his body, and his thoughts soared: If her back is this enchanting, her face must be stunning beyond measure. If I could spend a single night with her, I’d die happy!
Overcome with infatuation, he trailed behind her, concocting scenarios to introduce himself. Should he play the gallant hero or opt for a more forceful approach…
The woman left the temple and wandered into a secluded forest path, looking hesitant and unsure.
Su Yan’s joy was boundless. He approached her and greeted, “My lady, have you lost your way? These mountain roads are treacherous. Allow me to carry you back. Come now, lift your skirts a little.”
It was a brazen attempt to glimpse her feet, a clear flirtation.
The woman appeared deeply embarrassed, covering her face with her sleeve and remaining silent. Su Yan, sensing she was shy, became even bolder. He turned his back and crouched slightly, offering to carry her.
Before he could react, a powerful grip seized his hands and pinned him against the fork of an old tree.
Startled, Su Yan feared he had walked into a trap. “I meant no harm! Why resort to violence? Let me go at once!”
A cold, stern male voice replied, “You scoundrel! How many innocent women have suffered under your tyranny? The people of this city have endured you for too long. Today, you’ve fallen into my hands. It’s time you experienced what it feels like to be violated!”
Su Yan cried out, “I didn’t—I swear I didn’t! At most, I made some lewd jokes and groped a little. I never actually—”
His protests were cut short by the sound of fabric ripping. He glanced back in terror, only to see the man lifting the hem of the pink skirt—
([Redacted for explicit content—approximately 200 kilometers of “plot development”])*
* this is what is written in the novel
What followed was a nightmare—brutal, unrelenting, and seemingly endless. Su Yan’s anguished cries gradually weakened until all that remained was the faintest of tremors, his body barely clinging to life.
As he lay there, barely conscious, a profound sense of injustice and surrealism consumed him. It felt as though he had stumbled into some twisted, X-rated parody, cast as a pathetic, disposable extra doomed to die in humiliation.
…No, this isn’t how my life was supposed to be! he thought, despair clouding his mind. Though he had fantasized about the hedonistic life of a debauchee, he had never truly embraced it as his destiny. Somewhere along the way, something had gone terribly wrong…
—
“Then in this life, you must strive harder. Climb higher. Only then can you earn Heaven’s forgiveness.”
“Since I’ve chosen to stand on the Crown Prince’s ship, I’ll do all I can to steer it through the waves.”
“If you cannot repay me, repay the world instead.”
“Farewell, then. Take care of yourself. This prince will await your return to the capital.”
“Will you tell me your true identity now?”
“Lord is like a crane among the clouds—noble and untarnished.”
—
Su Yan bit down hard on the back of his own hand, sinking his teeth in until blood seeped out—yes, from the very beginning, something had gone terribly wrong!
He was a second-rank jinshi who had earned his place on the imperial examination’s golden roll. He had been a Shima of the Imperial Archives, a Shidu to the Crown Prince, a Right Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, a scholar personally granted rank by the Emperor, a Censorate Inspector, and a Provincial Censor of Shaanxi.
—He was Su Yan. Su Qinghe.
His father, Su Keran, had given him this name and courtesy name in the hopes of a world at peace—“When the seas are calm, and the rivers run clear, so too shall the world be at peace.” He had never been raised to be a wastrel, nor had he ever wished to become one.
His consciousness seemed to rise slowly from the depths of a dark, bottomless pool, breaking through all chaos and distortion, finally breaching the surface.
Su Yan blinked as if waking from a dream. The surroundings gradually came into focus—it was his own bedroom in the residence at Qingshui Camp. He heard Jinghong Zhui calling out: “Lord Su? My lord?”
The raw, bloody illusion had yet to fully fade from his nerves. He stared at the fresh bite mark on the back of his hand, shuddered, and hastily looked away, unwilling to meet Jinghong Zhui’s eerie, blood-red gaze.
Jinghong Zhui asked, “My lord, what did you experience in the Illusion Realm?”
A certain indescribable part of him ached instinctively. Su Yan shoved Jinghong Zhui away, rolled off the couch, and bolted for the door—so hurriedly that he didn’t even stop to put on his shoes.
But before he could reach the round table in the center of the room, Jinghong Zhui caught his shoulder in a firm grip and effortlessly pulled him back. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk,” he said. “But don’t you want to hear what I experienced?”
Su Yan struggled but couldn’t shake off the iron grip. Growing anxious, he blurted, “Ah Zhui, did something happen to you? Were you—”
Then, suddenly, it hit him.
Back when they had fallen into the valley, in that mountain cave, Jinghong Zhui had told him about a technique he was practicing—the Nightmare Enchantment Art. It worked by throwing an opponent’s mind into a state of confusion upon eye contact, making them easy prey for an assassin’s blade. At the time, Ah Zui had almost entranced him by accident due to a loss of control during withdrawal.
And now… the way he looked…
Had the technique backfired? Had he lost control and fell into qi deviation?
“Ah Zhui, is this qi deviation?” Su Yan’s mind raced through all the martial arts dramas he had seen in his past life. He glanced at his own palm, took a deep breath, and muttered internally, Sorry, I need to test something.
Then he swung.
A loud crack echoed through the room as his palm landed heavily on Jinghong Zhui’s face.
But Jinghong Zhui didn’t even flinch. He didn’t dodge, didn’t move—he just took the full force of the slap without so much as turning his head. Then, gripping Su Yan’s wrist, he said calmly: “I killed many people. Bodies piled beneath my feet. Yours was among them.”
“Then I died too. It was miserable. Painful. But I was happy—because at last, I could be with you forever.”
His lips curled into a twisted smile. “I knew it was just an illusion. That’s why I walked away in the end… but then I didn’t know where to go. A voice inside me told me to leave—to run far, far away from you, from this city.”
“But somehow, no matter how many circles I ran, I still ended up back here. Back by your side. As if… life and death both led to the same place.”
Su Yan trembled slightly. He had no idea how to bring him back to his senses. In growing desperation, he called out:
“Ah Zhui! Jinghong Zhui! Wuming!”
Jinghong Zhui’s gaze locked onto him. Slowly, he tilted his head, eyes dark and unreadable—like a child stubbornly demanding an answer.
“My lord is calling my name?” Jing Hongzhui murmured. “That makes me happy… but also so, so unwilling.”
“Because you never knew, did you? Every time you spoke my name, a fire burned inside me—one so fierce it could consume everything.”
He tilted his head, eyes locked onto Su Yan’s face with the stubborn intensity of a child demanding an answer.
“My lord only loves women, isn’t that right?”
He gestured to his own attire, his voice soft yet unwavering.
“Tell me… do you like how I look now?”
Su Yan smiled helplessly: “Ah Zhui, there is no need to do this. You are a real man. It’s okay to disguise yourself for the mission before, but now you wear women’s clothes to please me. It’s not necessary, really!”
“My lord, you don’t like it? Is it because I didn’t act like one enough?” Jinghong Zhui pretended not to hear Su Yan’s words. He reached out his hand, dipped the blood from the bite mark on the back of his hand, and smeared it on his lips little by little with his fingertips.
His facial features were tough and resolute. He was not handsome in men’s clothing, but he looked like a completely different person after dressing up as a woman. His strictly trained posture and gait made him look like a real one. This time, he had no makeup on his face, only a touch of bright red on his lips, which made him look unusually charming.
Su Yan was shocked by this bizarre beauty. “When you dress up as a woman, you are more charming than a real woman, but the key point is not here, it’s about, it’s about…” He couldn’t sort out his thoughts for a while.
Jinghong Zhui asked, “Does the Lord dislike me?”
Su Yan held his forehead with his hand: “If I didn’t like you, why would I keep you by my side! But this kind of liking, the kind of liking between men and women——”
Before he finished speaking, Jinghong Zhui’s eyes became even darker and more fiery. He could hardly wait to push Su Yan onto the round stool beside the table, and took the initiative to lift up his skirt and sit on it.
He was not wearing pants under his long skirt. He could feel the fullness pressing on his thigh. His face turned green and he stammered, “Ah Zhui, what are you doing? Get off now!”
Jinghong Zhui said enthusiastically: “Lord, f*ck me.”
“…” Su Yan was stunned.
No – I don’t want to be f*cked by a man, let alone f*ck a man! The straight man’s soul let out a roar of grief and indignation that shook the world and made the ghosts weep.
Jinghong Zhui grabbed his waistband without any hesitation, and with a “swish”, the fabric inside and outside were torn apart, easier than tearing paper.
Su Yan subconsciously stretched out his hands to cover his crotch, but his wrists were pinched by the other party and he was forced to put them behind his back. Jinghong Zhui used his other hand to hold his p*nis dormant in the hair and rubbed it skillfully.
The personal guard’s fingers were long, nimble and powerful. The calluses on his knuckles scraped the sensitive parts of the shaft, making Lord Su, who could not bear the teasing, feel numb and his originally limp p*nis involuntarily raised its head.
Could it be that he really wanted to be f*cked! Su Yan twisted his body, trying to avoid the pleasure aroused by the other party’s fingers, and shouted in panic: “Ah Zhui, stop fooling around! I know you are not in a clear mind now, your thoughts are confused, and being possessed is like that… sudden mental illness, you don’t know what you are doing at all!”
“I know.” Jinghong Zhui said persistently, “I want Lord Su. But the Lord is not a homosexual and does not want to be f*cked by a man, so you can only treat me as a woman and f*ck me.” He held Su Yan’s erect penis and was about to sit down regardless of anything.
Su Yan suspected that his engorged private part would snap in the next second. Worse still, the thought of going up to his chrysanthemum made him suddenly become impotent–
Jinghong Zhui made an unexpected “mmm” sound and had to step back and start stroking little Lord Su again.
After all, little Lord Su was young and hot-tempered, and he soon disobeyed his master’s will and rose up again. However, just when he was about to enter the gate, he was impotent again.
Su Yan wanted to cry but had no tears: “I really…can’t get hard on a man’s chrysanthemum…”
Jinghong Zhui’s expression was serious and strange. After thinking for a moment, he made up his mind and said, “Since it is inconvenient for you, I should do the hard work. In this case, let me f*ck the Lord!”
Thunderbolts struck, doomsday is coming! Su Yan was shocked and struggled desperately. Thinking of the miserable end of himself after being r*ped by Ah Zhui when he was hit by s spell, he decided to save face and shouted for help.
Jinghong Zhui seemed to have anticipated this and pressed Su Yan’s mute point first. Then he lifted him up from the stool, stripped his clothes to his arms, tied his hands behind his back, and pressed his face down on the table.
This rear entry position with bent waist and raised buttocks was exactly the same as what he had experienced in his hallucination. Su Yan was almost on the verge of a mental breakdown, tears of fear welling up in his eyes.
Faced with the overwhelming force and the impending h*llish pain, Su Yan shamefully retreated and surrendered.
He kept repeating to himself “Life is like r*pe, if you can’t resist, just enjoy it” like a brainwash, while he swept over the oil lamp on the table with tears in his eyes.
This lamp oil was made from beef and mutton fat mixed with spices. It would emit a fragrance when ignited, so it was also called “orchid paste”. When the lamp was overturned, it would flow out stickily.
Jinghong Zhui was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized something. He dipped his hand into the orchid ointment and smeared it on his erect and hard p*nis.
Su Yan was furious and cursed in his heart, “F*ck, is it really necessary to do as the anti-sexual assault manual in the previous life said, ‘Carry condoms in your bag, if you really can’t resist, at least reduce the danger to the minimum’? F*ck, there are not even condoms these days, and lubricants have to be used according to local conditions!”
He hummed and moaned as he tried to speak. Jinghong Zhui hesitated for a moment and reached out to untie his mute point.
Su Yan took a breath, and before he could utter a word, he felt his an*s being forcibly pushed open, and his vision suddenly went dark. The thick and long flesh blade slowly and firmly pushed in, breaking through all obstacles like a sword. He was seized by the aftermath of the ecstasy, and psychologically felt nauseous and dizzy.
The hole that had not yet expanded was too tight and was almost stretched to its limit, causing a dull pain. If it hadn’t been lubricated, he would probably have fainted from the pain.
Su Yan couldn’t bear it any longer and wanted to curse, but he heard Jinghong Zhui breathing heavily behind him, as if he was in pain for him.
He tried to turn his head and saw Jinghong Zhui dressed neatly in a jacket and long skirt, only lifting the front of the long skirt and tucking the edge into the belt, holding his own p*nis with one hand and holding his waist with the other. While he was pressed on the table, naked from the waist down, with his upper body exposed, and his clothes tied around his arms. In comparison, the skillful became even more adept, while the struggling became even more miserable.
Jinghong Zhui saw that he turned to look at him, and seemed very happy. He lowered his head and kissed his naked back randomly, “Your Lord’s body is hot and wet, and sucking so tightly. I can’t bear it after only half of entering. I can only take it slowly… Don’t blame me, my Lord, I will make you feel good right away.”
Su Yan was so embarrassed that he cursed with tears in his eyes, “What a shame! Get out of here! I’ll slap you a hundred or eighty times and see if I can wake you up!”
“Shh, shhh!” Jinghong Zhui leaned over, lowered his voice and blew hot air into his ear, “My lord, you are so enthusiastic and shouting so loudly, do you want all the Embroidered Uniform Guards in the yard outside to come in and have a share of the pie?”
Su Yan: “…”
Su Yan: “You are not f*cking falling into qi deviation, but possessed by some rogue monster?!”
“I don’t want to share it with anyone, so please be patient, Lord.” The last words, accompanied by a sudden impact, wedged heavily into his body like a hammer.
Su Yan had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat and felt that he should have fainted earlier to avoid the pain and being forced to play some shameful play.
Jinghong Zhui chased him deep inside, thrusting vigorously for a few times, then stopped to rub the acupoints at his coccyx and perineum: “My lord, you are holding it too tightly, I am afraid I can’t control myself, what if I c*m too fast and don’t satisfy you… please loosen up your back garden.”
Su Yan couldn’t stand his dirty talk more than the pain, so he gritted his teeth and said, “If you want to do it, do it quickly, and stop whining!”
Jinghong Zhui sneered, “Yes, I obey your command.” Then he released his strength and attacked like a violent storm.
His thrusting movements were small and swift, without much skill, but very efficient, and he controlled the force and angle very precisely, as if he knew how to exert force naturally. His waist kept thrusting tirelessly for a long time, and each thrust was a solid pounding. The flesh of his cr*tch and b*ttocks collided with each other, making a high-frequency crisp sound of “pa pa pa”.
Su Yan bit the wrinkled satin tablecloth in his mouth and felt like a small boat in the stormy sea, being pushed to the crest of the waves by the force behind him.
After the first dozen or so strokes, the anus seemed to begin to adapt to the size and strength of the invader. The dull pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a tingling and sore feeling.
The intestines also automatically secreted a slightly thick clear liquid, making the other’s p*nis go in and out more smoothly. The wet smacking sound was like a fish chewing water, mixed with the crisp sound of skin slapping, which was extremely obscene. Su Yan wanted to plug his ears when he heard it. He closed his eyes in shame.
Jinghong Zhui clasped Su Yan’s slender waist with one hand, lowered his head and bit the back of his neck, rubbing and sucking it, leaving a red mark. He kept moving his cr*tch and panted passionately, “Lord… Lord, you are so good, you make me feel so comfortable… I want to be f*cked by you for the rest of my life…”
F*ck who! Su Yan was too tired to complain – what was there to say to a mentally ill man with a confused mind? He could only blame himself for his bad luck.
Unfortunately, this kind of self-comfort cannot suppress the instinctive physiological reaction.
His back garden was whipped intensively and vigorously, and the other party’s evil root occasionally brushed against his vitals, causing him to tremble involuntarily. This reaction was quickly captured by the assassin, who attacked that place with all his strength. His movements were not fancy, but just ramming and grinding, as if he wanted to dig a deep hole in that place.
The pleasure came violently, overwhelming Su Yan like a tidal wave. Moans escaped from the corners of his mouth, which was tightly biting the tablecloth, along with the saliva that could not be held back between his lips and teeth, flowing down like silver threads.
His p*nis was poking straight into the air, with nowhere to find comfort, and it had already become hard. He wanted to reach out and stroke it, but his hands were tied behind his back. If he asked Jinghong Zhui to help, his “good” guard would surely not refuse, but he was too ashamed to ask.
He could only let his p*nis head rub against the edge of the tablecloth as he swayed his body back and forth. The tassels decorated with rows of concentric knots brushed back and forth on his p*nis, and he was almost driven crazy by the itchy feeling.
However, compared with the huge pleasure coming from the back, this little itch in the front was like a candle compared to the sunlight. It was swallowed up mercilessly after just a few stirs.
The climax came unexpectedly, he screamed, and was thrown into the blazing white light, being blown to pieces by the extremely intense pleasure, his body and soul no longer existed. The bliss seemed to be just a momentary bloom, but it also seemed to run through his whole life.
The threads were intertwined and tangled into a concentric knot, and the silk threads hung down like flowing water, with white liquid splashing on them, mottled like fallen plum blossoms – he was actually f*cked from behind and ej*culated.
Su Yan fell into a feeling of emptiness and fatigue after the climax, and just wanted to lie still like a salted fish. However, the man behind him only stopped moving for a moment when he ej*culated, as if he was enduring with great effort. When the desire for release subsided, he raised his waist again and pounded hard.
“You are so powerful, my lord. You squeezed and sucked deeply. I almost lost my essence just now… It’s all my fault for not having enough concentration.”
Su Yan wanted to stuff his torn pants into his mouth and gritted his teeth, “Alright, hurry up and c*m!”
“Yes, Lord, I’ll do it as quickly as possible.” In this position, Jinghong Zhui f*cked him and made him cum twice more.
Even with the thick satin tablecloth as a cushion, his cheeks and chest were rubbed so hard that they hurt, and his already sensitive nipples were even more so. Su Yan cried, “Is this the end? Are you a snake?”
Jinghong Zhui was stunned, and wiped his cheeks, only to find that there was only hot sweat, but no tears. He then asked, “Lord, do you want to change the posture? I am stupid, how should I do other postures? Please teach me, Lord, and I will do my best to cooperate.”
“Stop it! I’ve already ej*culated three times. If I ej*culate again, it will just bleed…” Su Yan felt the other man’s p*nis still hard as iron in his almost numb an*s, showing no signs of softening. He couldn’t help but feel desperate, “Is there something wrong with your p*nis? The dorsal nerve is extremely insensitive, which causes the sexual intercourse to last too long. It’s been more than an hour and you still haven’t ej*culated?!”
“My lord, you are saying something that I cannot understand again… But it doesn’t matter. If you don’t want to ej*culate anymore, I can help you tie up your p*nis.”
As Jinghong Zhui spoke, he tore off a long strip of cloth from a pile of rags on his pants on the ground.
Su Yan was really frightened by the devilish power after he was possessed, and took the opportunity to break free from his bound wrists, wrapped up his wrinkled clothes, and rushed out the door. Because of his kidney deficiency, his hands and feet were weak, and he almost fell.
There were two light knocks on the door, and Xiaobei called out from outside, “Lord, the hot water is ready. Xiaojing and I will bring it in right away?”
Su Yan stopped suddenly. Being seen naked by two servants was a minor matter, but if someone died, it would be a major matter. Jinghong Zhui’s temper changed drastically at this moment. What if he strangled them to death without caring? Who could he go to for justice?
“Lord?”
“My Lord, you must take a bath half an hour after dinner. Maybe you have fallen asleep. Why don’t we pour the water first? Maybe you will wake up.”
An arm stretched out from behind, dragged Su Yan, who was hurriedly looking for his pants, onto the bed, and then lowered the curtain.
Xiaobei and Xiaojing came in with buckets of water, walked behind the screen, poured hot water into the big bathtub, poured a few buckets of boiling water, and then added cold water. This was repeated several times, and when the water temperature was about right, they put out cotton towels, soap, floral dew and other bathing utensils.
“Lord is not awake yet? Do you want to call him?” Su Xiaojing asked Su Xiaobei in a low voice when he saw that there was no movement in the drawn curtain.
Su Yan pushed Jinghong Zhui, who was on top of him, hard, signaling him to get out.
Jinghong Zhui pulled his hand and put it on the p*nis between his legs. Su Yan looked down – it was a little soft, with its round head drooping slightly like a mushroom, and a few drops of clear liquid oozing out of the entrance. Under his gaze, the beast trembled excitedly, and then raised its head and chest again.
Su Yan felt a deep sense of powerlessness… He had no choice but to speak, and said to the outside of the bed in a hoarse voice from excessive moaning: “After you pour the water, please leave. I’ll take a nap and get up when this sleepiness passes.”
“If the water gets cold by then, the Lord can ask us to add hot water. Should we just wait outside the door?” Su Xiaobei asked considerately.
“Really, you guys go take a shower and rest, and come back tomorrow to get the laundry.”
Since Su Yan said so, Xiaobei and Xiaojing had no choice but to leave and let Lord Su, who always disliked being served by servants, do it himself.
The door closed again. Su Yan, who was lying on the bed, just breathed a sigh of relief when his vision suddenly went dark.
He subconsciously reached out and found that his eyes were bound with a strip of cloth that he had just torn off from his tattered pants. Jinghong Zhui tied the blindfold and whispered in his ear: “I will listen to you, Lord. Change the position. How about facing forward?”
Su Yan gnashed his teeth and said, “I told you to stop, not to change positions! Do you really not understand what I’m saying, or are you torturing me on purpose?”
Jinghong Zhui stopped him from pulling the cloth and pushed him against the quilt. “I want to see your face when you climax, and I also want to take off my clothes and hold you, but I am worried that you will be mesmerized by my eyes. I can only resort to this last resort. Please forgive me.”
Before Su Yan could even say anything to object – and it would have been futile – his legs were spread apart, and his red and swollen an*s was forced to take the c*ck again, engaging in a new round of fierce battle.
Because the intercourse lasted too long, even after the man pulled out his p*nis, his anus was like a small mouth that could not be closed. One could see the slightly turned outward-facing flesh, clustered like bright red petals, which was pushed in again by the glans.
The fourth time he ej*culated, although he didn’t bleed, the thin s*men was already tinged with light red. Su Yan really cried, and his tears soaked the bandages around his eyes into a dark, wet color, and then large drops of tears oozed out. He choked and said, “I can’t do it anymore, I really can’t do it anymore… I’ll die if I do it again…”
Sweat beads rolled down Jinghong Zhui’s bronze back and hit the snow-white skin of the person under him. He panted and asked, “Is that so? My Lord, will you really f*ck me to death?”
It’s “me” not “you”! Su Yan nodded randomly: “Yes, yes! In fact, I’ve been f*cked to death by you once… Please spare me, Ah Zhui, I really can’t take it anymore! Please c*m quickly…”
Jinghong Zhui was a little nervous and anxious: “I want to shoot too.”
He pulled out his p*nis which had not ej*culated for a long time, jerked it anxiously for a while, and finally inserted it between Su Yan’s legs, pumping repeatedly.
The inner thighs of Su Yan, which had been worn out by horse riding, had just healed. The new skin was delicate and smooth. Although it was not as moist and tight as the back hole, it was quite fun to rub it against him. Jinghong Zhui sighed and increased the speed of his thrusts, hoping to ej*culate quickly.
Su Yan was filled with despair. He just let him do whatever he wanted, hoping that no one would die.
After struggling for more than a quarter of an hour, Jinghong Zhui still hadn’t ej*culated. Su Yan, in despair, was so angry that he wanted to castrate his personal guard.
Excessive sexual desire leads to disasters, so cut it off to cure it forever! Once and for all, no more troubles!
He struggled to tear off the bandages that bound his eyes, and screamed, “Bring me a knife!”
Jinghong Zhui was sweating profusely. Looking at his red lips opening and closing, his heart suddenly moved. He thrust his p*nis to his mouth and begged, “Lord, please suck it once, just once, please…”
I won’t do anything for you! After an*l sex, you want to have leg sex, and after the leg sex, you want a blowjob? Can you be a little more hygienic? Besides, who the h*ll gave you such a big face, is it the full moon? !
Just as Su Yan was about to speak, the smooth, plump, crimson glans touched his lips and teeth. His tongue accidentally touched it and he tasted a little clear liquid secreted from the entrance of the p*nis, which had a light salty and fishy taste.
The taste is not disgusting, but it is really unbearable psychologically…
Even a shameless playboy like Yu Wang did not dare to let Su Yan blow him the first time they went to bed, for fear of causing psychological trauma to him. There was no second or third time.
The qi deviated Jinghong Zhui was truly an ignorant and fearless person. He directly put the beast’s head into Su Yan’s mouth.
In Jinghong Zhui’s eyes, this was an indescribable sight – Lord Su’s wet eyelashes drooped, his fair cheeks flushed, making the erect p*nis beside his mouth look even more hideous. His originally light-colored lips were swollen and red from the torture of lust, and even his voice was weak and hoarse from the long moans and cries…
This is a mouth that has golden rules and orders as strong as a mountain. A mouth that has thousands of books in its belly and spouts embroidered chapters. A tongue as sharp as a knife that kills without shedding blood.
And Lord Su’s mouth was now holding his…
Jinghong Zhui’s whole body trembled, and the s*men that had been withheld for a long time finally spurted out.
At the moment of ej*culation, he hastily withdrew his glans, fearing that ej*culating in Lord Su’s mouth would be a huge offense. However, he was still a step too late.
Most of the white liquid splashed onto Su Yan’s face.
Su Yan was so shocked that his face was expressionless and his heart was calm… No, his heart was filled with rage.
——He was shot in the face! Just like the actresses in the 200G selected love action movies collected on the hard drive in the previous life, he was shot in the face!
The straight man’s soul has suffered an unprecedented insult, which is ten times worse than anal r*pe!
Su Yan was furious. He picked up the hard glazed porcelain pillow at the head of the bed and smashed it towards Jinghong Zhui’s face!
Perhaps it was the potential hidden deep inside his body that was suddenly stimulated by the incomparable anger; or perhaps the other party was shocked and guilty and did not dodge in time. The porcelain pillow hit the target firmly and broke into pieces, which made the whole audience applaud.
Jinghong Zhui’s forehead was fine, but Su Yan’s palm was cut by the rebounding porcelain piece.
He clenched his palms, which were dripping with blood, and trembled with anger.
Jinghong Zhui opened his scarlet eyes and stared at the equally scarlet blood on the floor, completely lost in thought.
Su Yan took a deep breath and resisted the urge to tear the guard apart with his bare hands – since he had powers protecting him, he couldn’t even if he wanted to – he stood up from the bed with a dark face, walked around the screen with unsteady steps, and buried his entire face in the steaming bathtub.
While scrubbing, he accidentally choked on the water and started coughing violently.
Jinghong Zhui was hit on the head… no, he was hit on the head with a pillow, and was also stimulated by the blood flowing from Su Yan. The retrograde true qi suddenly rushed into the original meridians, and was pushed by the naturally activated gongfa, slowly running a big circle.
All rivers flow into the sea, and the tributaries that have gone astray also return to their right path. The strange scarlet in his pupils gradually faded away, and his eyes regained their clarity.
Everything before and after the demon was in his mind, and Jinghong Zhui’s face turned pale. Guilt, regret, self-blame… countless emotions were boiling in his heart. Thinking of what he had done to Lord Su, and those unscrupulous, shameless, shameless words, he wanted to stab himself in the heart and end it all.
Su Yan choked and coughed, then roared, “Jinghong Zhui!”
Jinghong Zhui stood up and moved over like a zombie, her expression stiff and ashamed to death.
Su Yan wiped his wet face, held the back of his head, and pushed him directly into the tub: “Rinse it off for me! Rinse out all the mess in your head! If you don’t get back to normal, I’m going to ask Yang Yongxin, the magnetic infantryman, to cast a spell!”
Jinghong Zhui’s head was obediently pressed into the hot water by him, and he fanned and swung it, floating up and down, splashing water all over the floor. If he hadn’t subconsciously used the breath-holding technique, he would have drowned in the tub by now.
After venting his anger and physical strength, Su Yan panted and sat down on the floor beside the bathtub. Then he climbed up with tears in his eyes, covering his ravaged anus, and kicked Jinghong Zhui hard on the scar on his waist.
After kicking out this kick, he felt a little regretful.
The scar was caused by a sharp broken log when Jinghong Zhui chased him down a steep slope more than half a month ago. Due to the lack of medical care and medicine, the wound could not be cleaned and disinfected in time, and it became inflamed and festered. He cut out the rotten flesh with his own hands and applied a bunch of herbs that he didn’t know whether they worked or not, and finally cured it. Fortunately, he didn’t die from bacterial infection.
Because the wound was too deep and was not treated promptly and properly, even though Jinghong Zhui was skilled in martial arts, the surface of the wound had only just scabbed over, and it was still unknown what was going on inside.
Why did he kick this wound when he could have kicked anywhere else? What if he really ruptured the kidney…
Su Yan took a deep breath and finally calmed down.
Jinghong Zhui’s long hair was soaked, draped over his naked body, and dripping down in a mess. He knelt down in front of Su Yan with his knees together.
“What are you doing? Proposing? After the ‘subordinate’ is done, he has to be responsible to the ‘master’?” Su Yan said sarcastically.
Jinghong Zhui didn’t dare to raise his head, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, veins exposed. He said hoarsely and sadly: “It’s all my fault, I will atone with my death.”
