The personal guard’s attitude was extremely serious and sincere, but the words he said were extremely lewd. Su Yan was stunned and felt extremely ashamed and angry. He wrapped his tattered clothes tightly around him and jumped to find another cloth boot.
Only the faint embers of the bonfire were left, illuminating nothing. In the split second of lightning that split the night sky, he caught sight of the boot. Before he could leap over, the hall was plunged into darkness again. He kicked something hard, felt the pain in his toe, and cried out in pain.
Jinghong Zhui came over naked, picked up the delicate Lord Su, and rubbed his toes that had suffered a great loss after enjoying the pleasure.
Su Yan fell back into the warm embrace, feeling very comfortable, but the current position was a little awkward. Facing outward, his back pressed against his chest, his legs folded in his arms, like holding a child to pee…
Su Yan said embarrassedly: “Why are you holding me like this? Put me down quickly.”
“My Lord, don’t you need to relieve yourself? It’s pitch dark, let me help you.” Jinghong Zhui could see in the dark, so he carried him to a corner smoothly. Facing a tilted incense burner, he whispered in Su Yan’s ear, “My Lord, just pee.”
Su Yan said angrily: “Put me down, how can I pee like this!”
Jinghong Zhui was stunned for a moment and started whistling.
Su Yan scratched his arm frantically: “I won’t pee anymore, okay? Please forgive me!”
When Jinghong Zhui heard him say that he didn’t want to pee anymore, he was about to turn around and walk back to the campfire, when he suddenly saw the half-collapsed altar table next to him which was just the right height. So he bent one leg and stepped on it for leverage, resting his elbow on the same side on his thigh.
Su Yan also slid down a bit, his buttocks right against the er*ct p*nis of the man behind him. The p*nis was hot and hard, like a torture device, and the darkness shrouded it in a layer of danger. He couldn’t help but cry out “Ah!”
Jinghong Zhui licked his earlobe happily: “I love you too, My Lord.”
As he spoke, he thrust his p*nis hard into his wet an*s, moving his hips back and forth, thr*sting in and out carefully. The broken altar table beneath his feet creaked under the heavy load.
Su Yan felt a mixture of shame and indignation, yet also an unprecedented thrill. He drifted in the darkness, his sight deprived, his other senses hyper-sensitive. His suspended body was at the mercy of the powerful, repeatedly inv*ded and ass*ulted, yet he felt a strange sense of security, as if even if the sky collapsed and the earth tore apart, he would be protected by a warm embrace and a strong arm.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from being kissed were slightly open, and he moaned intermittently.
The gl*nd was squeezed from the front and back by the thick p*nis and the swollen bladder. The urge to urinate came with a shudder, but the p*nis was still hard and he couldn’t urinate.
The more intense the unspeakable soreness and swelling feeling was, the more intense the pleasure that accompanied it was. Su Yan whimpered, and tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of his misty eyes, wetting Jinghong Zhui’s shoulders.
Jinghong Zhui turned his head and licked and kissed his wet eyelashes, then asked, “What’s wrong with you, My Lord?”
Lord Su was incredibly comfortable, but he wouldn’t say anything. So the personal guard, setting an example of honesty, continued, “This subordinate is incredibly comfortable. My Lord is so wonderful, everything about him is wonderful. I must have accumulated eight lifetimes of good fortune to be able to f*ck you.”
He spoke in a humble and respectful manner, even a little clumsy and naive, but the angry gun under his cr*tch was very manly. He stabbed and thrust, killing the good Lord and making him lose all his strength. He twisted and screamed, reaching the peak of pleasure, but not a drop of s*men was ejected. He had a dry org*sm.
Su Yan was gasping for breath as if on the verge of death, his eyes were blank, a silver thread that seemed to be half broken slid from the corner of his mouth, and the murderous weapon in his body was still wreaking havoc.
Jinghong Zhui held his breath and exerted force, slamming his hips fiercely against his buttocks, making a continuous slapping sound.
Su Yan suddenly twitched and jerked his waist, grabbed Jinghong Zhui’s hair from behind, screamed “No”, and then a stream of water shot out between his legs, he was actually f*cked to pee.
Jinghong Zhui freed one hand, held his p*nis, and aimed it at the overturned brass incense burner.
The water column hit the bottom of the furnace, making a dripping sound for a long time before it subsided.
The attentive guard even helped him shake his p*nis to remove any remaining water stains from the entrance. After the pleasure of liberation, Su Yan was overwhelmed with an unspeakable shame. He covered his face with his arms and remained silent, his whole body trembling slightly.
Jinghong Zhui paused for a moment and then started the endless s*x again.
Su Yan was filled with anger and contracted his an*s forcefully, sucking the p*nis deeper into his body. The inner wall of his intestines was squeezed and twisted, and when it reached its limit, it suddenly loosened and then tightened again.
After several such thr*sts, even the martial arts master who had locked his sp*rm gates could not resist. Jinghong Zhui thrust his hips upwards, his p*nis twitching inside him, and ej*culated with a muffled cry.
Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief, estimating that this time, about eighty to ninety minutes, was still within his tolerance. It seemed that the dog’s endurance spell behind him was not flawless. If he put in a little more effort, he could at least force him to ej*culate sooner.
Jinghong Zhui took a deep breath and carried his master back to the fire. As they walked, white liquid from the hole dripped all over the place. Su Yan’s face burned so badly that he wiped it with his clothes.
Jinghong Zhui rekindled the bonfire, first using his inner strength to quickly dry his nightgown, and put it on Su Yan, then wrung out the cloak and hung it by the fire to dry.
Su Yan couldn’t bear to see him naked, so he asked him to put on his nightgown pants. Although his own robe was torn into rags, his trousers were still intact and could be worn after drying.
After Jinghong Zhui finished his work, he sat down, hugged Su Yan in his arms, and checked the wound on his shoulder.
The five scratches looked long, but they weren’t actually deep. The bleeding had stopped, solidifying into dark brown scabs, and looked harmless. But because he’d been in the river, he had to apply medicine immediately after returning to prevent the wounds from getting infected.
“Does the wound hurt?”
“Is it cold to be shirtless?”
They both asked each other at the same time.
Su Yan laughed: “Don’t move too much and pull the shoulders, then it won’t hurt too much.”
“It’s not cold.” Jinghong Zhui said, touching his backside through his pants, “Here, does it still hurt?”
Su Yan slapped his hand away and rolled his eyes: “It hurts! If you forget to stretch it next time, I’ll chop off your d*ck.”
There will be a next time! Jinghong Zhui was ecstatic, with an honest look on his face as he admitted his mistake and corrected it. He lowered his head and said, “Your Excellency has taught me a lesson. I will definitely remember it and will never make the same mistake again.”
After tossing and turning for most of the night, Su Yan was sleepy and tired. He snuggled in his arms and dozed off, but he was reluctant to fall asleep. He forced himself to talk to him and asked him how he fell into the hands of the Seven Kill Camp a while ago.
Jinghong Zhui claimed that it was the camp leader who had personally attacked. It turned out that he had chased Fuyin into the secret passage of Linhua Pavilion that night. During the fight, an explosion occurred underground, causing the passage to collapse. The two men emerged from the sinkhole and continued fighting.
Fuyin was no match for him, and his piercing of his dantian crippled his cultivation. The camp owner appeared at this moment.
He had never fought the camp owner before, and was unaware of his strength. He was determined to fight, only to discover that the camp owner’s martial arts were unfathomable, and even with his best efforts, he was no match. He was eventually subdued and forced to drink a secret medicine. Fuyin, severely injured, took the opportunity to escape.
“What’s the secret medicine?” Su Yan asked.
Jinghong Zhui continued, “During my years in the Seven Kill Camp, I saw the assassins taking drugs, but not this kind. The drugs they took before were to stimulate their true qi and increase their power in a short period of time. I always feel that one shouldn’t take shortcuts in martial arts training, otherwise their foundation will be unstable. Therefore, I always secretly spit out the drugs and never actually take them.
“This secret medicine is something I’ve never seen before. Once I took it, not only will I enter a blood-eye state, but my mind will also become hazy. If I don’t obey, my internal Qi will flow wildly, my meridians will burst, and the pain will be unbearable.”
Jinghong Zhui frowned, suspecting the new drug was related to Fuyin. The other had once said he’d been used as a test subject by the camp leader for years, worse than death—could it have been in the development of this very drug?
Su Yan drew a breath and gently stroked his bare back in comfort.
“If it weren’t for you, I’d probably have ended up as a crazed Blood-Eye assassin myself.” Jinghong Zhui recalled what he had done to Su Yan earlier, still shaken. Overwhelmed with guilt and lingering fear, he kissed Su Yan’s fingertip. “I hurt you, almost… Please punish me harshly.”
Su Yan’s fingertip tingled from his pecks. Taking the chance, he pinched the corner of his mouth and tugged it into a smile, speaking magnanimously: “I don’t blame you. The moment I saw your Blood-Eye state, I immediately categorized you under ‘insanity.’ And you know, the insane aren’t criminally responsible for murder.”
Jinghong Zhui didn’t fully understand, but he could tell Su Yan was teasing. He let Su Yan mess with his face as he solemnly promised, “It won’t happen again.”
Su Yan asked, “And how exactly are you so sure? Last time you also said you’d never use the Nightmare Enchantment technique again—then you got drugged, and things got even worse.”
Jinghong Zhui declared firmly, “I’ll kill the camp leader, destroy all the secret drugs, and wipe out the entire Seven Kill Camp. As for the other assassins—if they stay out of my way, I’ll spare them. If they side against me, I’ll kill them too.”
Even with his killing intent reined in, Su Yan still shivered, chills running through his spine.
Su Yan pressed his cheek to Jinghong Zhui’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat. His tension and cold slowly faded, sleepiness crept in, and he murmured, “Do you know who the camp leader really is? Have you seen his face?”
Jinghong Zhui replied, “I haven’t seen him. But in the fight, I tore off his mask and touched his face. My hands remember what he looks like. As long as I can touch that face again, I’ll recognize him instantly.”
Su Yan shifted in his arms to find a more comfortable position, thinking, That’s amazing… but there are hundreds of thousands of people in the capital—what, do I let you go around touching everyone’s face?
He muttered something under his breath. When Jinghong Zhui looked down, he found Su Yan fast asleep.
“…Sleep well, my lord.” Jinghong Zhui whispered and kissed the hair on Su Yan’s crown.
Outside, wind and rain howled, thunder and lightning crashed. Inside, the flickering fire cast a small, tranquil glow. Jinghong Zhui sat there motionless, cradling his sleeping lord, until dawn.
