The emperor’s step faltered, his grip on the curtain nearly tearing it down.
…How long had it been since his heart had been thrown into such turmoil? Since his ascension, moments of such overwhelming feeling had been few enough to count; in recent years, they had vanished altogether—until he met this young minister before him.
From tentative curiosity, to growing appreciation, to unrestrained love held in check by utmost discipline—he had waited too long, borne it too long.
He was no saint sculpted upon the dragon throne, who could extinguish human desire in the name of Heaven’s principle; no loveless god. In this instant, he was only a man, burning alive in his own fire.
Su Yan saw him standing dazed, and, ashamed, wiped hastily at his tears: “I have overstepped… forgive my boldness…”
Before the words were done, the emperor flung the curtain aside and strode forward. Without a word, he swept Su Yan up, set him upon the desk, one hand cupping the nape of his neck, the other braced on the table, and kissed him fiercely.
Perched on the desk’s edge, Su Yan’s legs dangled against the embroidered hem of the imperial robe. Caught off guard by the fervent kiss, he swayed and instinctively clutched the emperor’s shoulders to keep from slipping.
It was not the emperor’s first kiss—but it was the first to make Su Yan feel he was about to be swallowed by a volcano, a storming sea.
If past kisses had been gentle restraint, this one was as wild and shattering. Dizzied, Su Yan felt like a small boat about to be dashed apart in fire and waves. Between breaths, he gasped out: “Your Majesty—”
“…It is Jintang.” The emperor’s voice was hoarse, his every bone and sinew ravaged by searing desire. He was almost at the brink of losing all control, barely holding himself back from pulling the youth wholly into that scorching ache.
He had to be more relaxed and calm, and not scare his beloved.
The emperor tore his lips from the other’s trembling body and gently kissed the tip of his red nose and the eyelashes that tasted of salt and tears: “Yes, how could I not? Your body and mind are mine.”
Their breaths intertwined, the heat seeping deep into their skin, creating a layer of passionate hues. Su Yan, bewitched, repeated, “All… yours.”
The emperor smiled silently, took Su Yan’s finger and placed it on the belt around his waist: “Then take it off for me to see.”
The belt untied, the collar untied, the crimson robe slid to the table, covering the blue book and white pages. Su Yan’s fingers slipped through the thin silk sheet, touching his own burning skin, and only then did he feel embarrassed, as if waking from a dream.
“Your Majesty…” He pleaded helplessly, but he didn’t know what he wanted to ask for.
The emperor held the back of Su Yan’s hand, guided him to open his clothes, stroked the two bright red spots on his chest, and manipulated his fingers to twist them, making the already protruding n*pples even more engorged and er*ct. The sensitive tips rubbed against the cool and smooth silk cloth, and each time was a sweet torture.
Playing with oneself was shameful, but this shame was suppressed by the new and strange pleasure. Su Yan couldn’t help but moan softly.
The emperor leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Is this place particularly sensitive?”
Su Yan nodded, then shook his head vigorously.
“If not here, then where?” The emperor guided his hand further down, cupping the b*lging thighs through the thin silk trousers. “Here? How about soothing yourself the same way Qinghe comforted me back then?”
Su Yan turned his face away, his cheeks and neck flushed. The emperor covered his hand, holding his half-er*ct p*nis and stroking it slowly. He bit his mouth to suppress a moan, and uncontrollably increased the speed of his stroking.
The white silk pants were gradually wetted by the clear liquid, and the translucent texture like a cicada’s wing outlined a flourishing crimson whisk handle, which was straight and slender, and contrasted beautifully with the red jade flute placed beside it.
Su Yan suddenly let out a short cry and jerked back. The emperor grabbed his waist, pulled him back, and pressed him against his chest.
After a moment, Su Yan regained his breath and said embarrassedly, “I…stained the emperor’s hands.”
“It’s not dirty. My dear, you are clean no matter what.” The emperor used his fingertips to pick up the white liquid that seeped out of the silk cloth, smeared it on his lips, and then held his lips and licked and kissed them carefully.
Su Yan was forced to taste his own flavor, a bit salty and fishy, with a strong musky scent. It was hard to describe, but not as disgusting as he had imagined. He slowly let go and focused on the entanglement of lips and tongues. Soon, he was kissed breathlessly again.
The emperor’s voice was a little hoarse. “On a moonlit night under the Twenty-Four Bridges, where does the Jade Beauty teach me to play the flute? What does ‘Jade Beauty’ mean?”
Su Yan summoned the little clarity left in his mind and reluctantly replied, “Is it a singing girl?”
“A jade beauty can refer to a fair and beautiful woman, or a talented and elegant man.” The emperor lifted him down from the edge of the table and sat him down on the large armchair behind the desk. “On this moonlit night, across the bridge, I will teach you, a jade beauty, to play the flute here. How about that?”
Su Yan half-lay on the emperor’s chest, feeling an unusually hard weapon poking at his chest and abdomen, and he was quite frightened.
The emperor pressed his shoulders and pushed down, his movements gentle but firm.
Su Yan knew what this meant. That time in the Southern Study, when he’d hidden beneath the imperial desk, within his dragon robes, the Emperor had probably already wanted him to play the flute. After failing to do so, he must have been deeply upset, and today he was determined to fulfill his wish.
Su Yan could never accept it, let alone oral s*x. Even when Jinghong Zhui accidentally ej*culated on his face, he flew into a rage and beat him violently.
But this time, the emperor crossed his bottom line step by step – after eating the ice cream, he still minds taking a bite of the cone outside?
Furthermore, the emperor had said so much, clearly refusing to accept rejection. Su Yan had no choice but to half-crouch down in front of the chair, and after much hesitation, he untied the man’s belt.
The moment his pants were taken off, his thick and swollen p*nis popped out and hit him in the face with a light “slap” sound, leaving an immediate red mark.
In fact, the force was not great, but the emperor’s p*nis was like iron wrapped in soft leather, and his skin was tender, so it turned red in an instant.
Su Yan covered his face and glared at the emperor with grievance. The emperor reached out and rubbed the redness with his hand, coaxing, “Let me blow on you.”
—Who’s blowing whom?! Su Yan was about to get angry. But the emperor inserted two fingers into his lips, caressing the sensitive roof of his mouth and catching the soft tip of his tongue.
The fingers in his mouth were stirring deftly, and Su Yan tremblingly grabbed the other person’s clothes, and a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth without being able to swallow.
The emperor pulled out his fingers, pressed the dragon’s root against his slightly open, wet lips, and continued to coax him: “Do you remember what I taught you just now?”
Su Yan’s ears burned so much that he had no choice but to lick the smooth, plump gl*ns with the tip of his tongue… It was very clean, with a hint of incense stained on his clothes. Only the slight salty taste at the entrance seemed not so unbearable. He subconsciously licked it again.
The emperor looked down at Su Yan, his face flushed, his brows slightly furrowed, a tender red tongue sticking out from between his lips, licking like a cat, looking extremely naive and yet extremely tempting.
It was like a stream of hot blood gushing out from the chest, rushing down to the p*nis, making it grow a little bigger.
Su Yan seemed to have mastered some tricks. He put the gl*ns into his mouth and sucked it. The emperor could no longer bear it. He inserted his fingers into his hair and pressed the back of his head against himself as if he had lost control.
The dragon’s root pushed open the lips and tongue and pen*trated the mouth, being tightly wrapped by the soft tongue and the tender flesh of the two walls, as if falling into a fairyland. The emperor moaned softly, raised his head slightly, and pushed his p*nis deeper into the other’s throat, closing his eyes and thr*sting hard.
Su Yan had already felt awkward and strained when holding the gl*ns in his mouth, but now that most of it was inserted, the corners of his mouth were a little sore and painful, and his throat was hit again and again, making him want to retch uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He tried his best to spit out the p*nis that filled his mouth, and his throat contracted and pushed, which almost forced the emperor to collapse.
The emperor took a deep breath and, with immense self-control, pulled out his p*nis. He leaned over and took the retching Su Yan into his arms to comfort him. “Alright, alright… If it’s so uncomfortable… just give up.” His voice was terribly hoarse.
Su Yan suppressed the urge to vomit, gasping for breath like he was dying, but his fingers were tightly grasping the emperor’s robe: “It’s okay… I, I’ll get used to it…”
His hair was loose, and the hairpin and his long black hair fell down. The emperor bent down and kissed the top of his head, with a wry smile: “It was me who lost control.”
I’d never been so rough in my life. I thought I could handle it with ease as always, but who knew that the other person’s body was stronger than any aphrodisiac, igniting a blazing flame at the slightest touch, burning all my composure and grace to ashes.
Su Yan heard the self-blame hidden in these words and shook his head, “It’s inevitable that you would lose control when doing this.”
Compared to Ah Zhui who was like a mad dog when driving piles, the emperor was considered restrained.
Wait…what am I doing, comparing different men’s s*x skills? This is so rubbish, so rubbish! Su Yan was shocked and despised himself in every way he could. Ah Zhui had disappeared, but the Emperor was right in front of him!
Su Yan suddenly felt guilty, gritted his teeth, and broke free from the emperor’s embrace and slid down. He didn’t care about the discomfort in his throat and took the still h*rd dragon root into his mouth again.
This time he sucked carefully and served diligently, sometimes circling with the tip of his tongue, sometimes contracting his cheeks, until his mouth became numb and his lips and tongue almost lost feeling, and then he heard the emperor groan in pain.
The emperor knew that he was about to ej*culate and wanted to pull out his p*nis, but Su Yan sucked on it at that moment, and all his souls and spirits were sucked away by the goblin, and he ej*culated continuously against his throat.
Su Yan was nearly choked to death. In order to avoid the food entering his trachea, he had to let it go in the esophagus. He had no choice but to accept it all and forced himself to swallow the thick liquid in his mouth. After that, he covered his mouth and coughed continuously.
The soul flew up to the purple palace and blue sky, and then slowly fell back into the body. The emperor groaned like a long sigh, pulled Su Yan onto his legs, and hugged him tightly.
The two of them hugged each other, neither of them saying a word.
After Su Yan calmed down, he suddenly realized that the emperor was still dressed neatly, only his belt and trousers were slightly lowered; but he himself had long hair and clothes, and there were traces of tears and unwiped white liquid hanging from the corners of his mouth, looking very embarrassed.
Su Yan, feeling humiliated, became secretly ashamed and angry, and secretly pulled at the emperor’s robe tie on his side.
The emperor shook his hand, his face a little embarrassed. “…We just called off the battle. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait another cup of tea before we can fight again.”
Su Yan was stunned, thinking: Just ten more minutes and… Sh*t, you’re only eighteen, and I’m thirty-six?!
The emperor thought he was dissatisfied, and after a moment’s silence, he began to untie his half-covered shirt.
Before Su Yan could recover from the difference in physical strength between the two, he suddenly realized that his upper body was naked and the emperor was taking off his pants.
——That seal!
The mark on the base of my leg has long since disappeared. If the emperor sees me and interrogates me, how should I answer? Su Yan grabbed the emperor’s hand guiltily: “Your Majesty, I, I can’t do it anymore. How about we stop here tonight…”
“It’s still a long night.” The emperor tore off the last piece of cloth covering his body without waiting for him to stop.
Su Yan covered his face with his hands.
He felt the other person’s fingers caressing the original mark on his thigh, and panicked, saying, “Actually, it was because it was raining heavily that day, I-“
The emperor blocked his mouth with his lips and tongue.
After a while, the two separated, panting. The emperor’s face was as gloomy as water. He said, “It seems that the covering at the base of the legs is still not secure. There is only one place left.”
Where, where? Before Su Yan could ask, he was picked up by the waist.
The emperor walked to the window and placed him on a drunkard’s chair covered with a brocade cushion.
This Drunkard Chair has a distinctive shape, with a wide, tilted back back. Some higher-end models even have a low stool underneath the backrest for storage, providing more stability. There’s a spacious footrest in front of the chair, and two long, solid wood armrests extend forward, like sedan chair poles.
Su Yan called it the “lazy rack”. People just lay down on it, put their feet on the pedals, and put their arms on the armrests. It was so comfortable.
Unfortunately, he didn’t know that this drunkard’s chair had other uses in this dynasty, both in the palace and among the people.
If he had known, he would never have dragged the chair from the old peach tree in the yard back to the dormitory just because it was raining.
It was not until the emperor spread his naked legs and hooked them on the long armrests that he realized – this childbirth-like posture was wrong, very wrong!
He grabbed the long armrests with both hands, trying to get up, but he was unable to exert any strength due to the angle of the chair, and the emperor easily pushed him back down, and he continued to maintain this wide-open posture.
Su Yan pleaded shamefully, “Your Majesty, let me up…”
The emperor held his dangling ankle, and his palm slowly moved up along his calf, stroking his thighs that were forced open, and finally stopped between the two snow-capped hills that were in full view.
Two plump red b*lls hung under the soft p*nis. The emperor rubbed it, and the tightly closed little hole at the back also opened and closed because of the delicate caress. The moist water that seeped out made a slight sound when his fingertips fiddled with it.
Su Yan was extremely ashamed. He covered his face with one arm and begged for mercy in a low voice: “Don’t touch me, Your Majesty, don’t…ah…”
“It’s truly rare that water naturally flows out of this place, eliminating the need for ointment.” The emperor’s seemingly calm expression concealed a deeper meaning, like dense clouds without rain. “It seems that Official Su is truly gifted.”
Su Yan could sense the hidden anger in the emperor’s heart—at him for having washed off the exclusive mark, and even more so at someone or some people who had ignored the emperor’s authority.
He was in a conflicted mood at the moment, feeling both guilty and out of breath, yet also feeling justified. The former made him willing to accept a certain amount of punishment to appease the emperor’s anger; the latter made him not feel that this was a betrayal, because he had never belonged to anyone, and would not become anyone’s property just because he was stamped with a seal.
He paid homage to the emperor with his mouth and knelt down to worship the emperor’s power according to local customs, but his soul never bent to anyone.
However, his s*xual orientation might have really changed – when the emperor inserted his fingers into him and explored the soft, hot and slippery passage, Su Yan bit the back of his hand because of the pleasure that came over him, and reluctantly admitted this fact.
He mourned for the lost title of “straight man” for a few seconds, and then decided to accept the reality with a frank face.
The clear fluid in the intestines seeped more and more, and there was almost no resistance between the fingers. However, the hole was tightly contracted, and even a second finger could not be squeezed in, let alone a p*nis that was several times larger than the regular one. The emperor frowned worriedly, worried that if he resisted, he would suffer.
“Relax, or I will punish you.” The emperor slapped his buttocks lightly.
The texture was too perfect, and he couldn’t resist slapping it several times in succession. But seeing the snowy surface tremble and ripple, thin layers of pale pink bleeding out across its grain like clouds rising and spreading—an exquisite, ethereal scene.The emperor could hardly bear to suppress his heavy breathing, and the dragon root under his cr*tch raised its head again.
Su Yan whimpered in the slightly painful pleasure stimulation, and instead of relaxing his muscles, he squeezed the fingers in his an*s even tighter.
The emperor sighed and reached out to untie the mutton-fat jade seal tied around his neck.
The jade seal was about two fingers thick and half a palm long, its shaft smooth and round. The emperor dipped the seal head in a clear liquid and pressed it against Su Yan’s thigh, leaving a faint trace of red ink. He chuckled softly, “It seems the seal must be placed inside for it to last.”
Su Yan struggled to close his legs and exclaimed in shock, “Your Majesty, please don’t!”
His legs were irresistibly spread apart, and the emperor pressed against the coiled dragon carving on the end of the seal, pushing the sh*ft inch by inch into the bright red and wet h*le.
Su Yan could only breathe in and try to relax his an*s, swallowing the jade seal bit by bit, leaving a long red rope hanging outside his body.
The emperor did not stop there, but pushed the jade seal deeper and deeper with his fingers.
Su Yan felt a cold, hard object rubbing against his intestines, the tip of which pressed against the most sensitive part of his body, slowly grinding. Panic and ple*sure surged simultaneously, and he cried out in pain, “Take it out! Your Majesty… Jintang… Get out…”
The emperor tied a plum blossom knot at the end of the red rope, and the red tassel swayed between the snow-white flesh of the thigh. Then he pulled the red rope with his fingers, and the jade seal rubbed back and forth in the intestines.
Su Yan’s wailing changed its tone, and the tiny sobs were mixed with trembling moans and a drawn-out ending. To the emperor’s ears, it was more charming than any other sound in the world.
“If it can’t get out, then let ‘Jintang’ be imprinted deep inside your body, engraved in your bones, flesh and blood…” The emperor leaned over and kissed the hard n*pples on his chest.
The Drunkard’s Chair creaked under the weight. Su Yan clasped the emperor’s neck with both hands, pulling his crown off. His legs, hooked on the armrests, rubbed against each other impatiently, his waist twisting slightly, as if trying to expel the foreign object from his body, or perhaps to swallow it deeper.
The seal head with engraved words and the concave and convex seal tail with carved dragons were pressed back and forth over the key points, almost driving him crazy.
He was moaning, sobbing, and begging for something incoherently, so clearly that even he couldn’t hear it.
The emperor kissed his chest and collarbone intensively, from his jaw to his sweat-soaked forehead. Su Yan suddenly raised his face and bit the side of the emperor’s neck. The emperor felt pain, but he didn’t struggle. He let him bite for a long moment before slowly letting go, exhausted.
The emperor licked the blood from his lips and asked hoarsely, “Would you please keep Jintang?”
Su Yan responded softly: “…Okay.”
The emperor smiled and undressed, leaving pieces of exquisitely patterned satin falling onto the corners of the desk, the armrests, and the floor. He hooked Su Yan’s legs under his arms and thrust his hard, iron-hard p*nis into his muddy, completely softened anus.
Su Yan let out a scream.
The jade seal was pushed to the deepest part by the invading p*nis. He was shaking like a spasm, his whole body felt like it was soaked in strong liquor and old vinegar, numb and sore, every muscle had lost its strength, and his arms suddenly drooped down.
The emperor did not attack immediately. He pulled a hand out from under his knee, stroked his sweaty cheek, and said gently, “Can’t bear it anymore?”
Su Yan’s unsupported leg hung limply on the armrest, his voice broken as he said, “Your Majesty… have you calmed down…?”
The emperor froze for a moment and sighed, “I’ve never been truly angry with you, so how can I say whether I’m angry or not?” He kissed the tip of Su Yan’s nose lovingly, “This isn’t a punishment. I just want you to remember this day, remember this name, and every time you think of me, it’s like an engraving deep into your bones.”
Su Yan murmured, “Jintang, Jintang… I want you.”
The emperor’s blood boiled, and he replied in a trembling voice, “Okay.”
Only a short piece of the red rope hanging between his thighs was left, stuck outside the hole. After the emperor withdrew, he slowly pulled out the red rope connected to the jade seal.
The red, swollen, soft flesh at the entrance of the h*le was pulled out a little by the carved dragon’s tail, but it quickly retracted like a petal. Su Yan gasped and whimpered like a young animal.
The mutton-fat jade seal looked even warmer and shinier as if it had been soaked in oil. The emperor casually hung it on the horizontal bar of the chair, and then couldn’t wait to bury himself in paradise again.
After being completely opened up, the intestines wrapped around the p*nis obediently and wantonly, welcoming his possession and plunder.
Hot panting, rapid thrusting, unbearable twisting, broken moans, thousands of lights and shadows in the world flew past, only the unforgettable joy rose and fell with the waves of desire.
The emperor had amazing self-control. He would often pull out just before his an*s was about to burst due to the tight wrapping and sucking, waiting for the pleasure that was about to reach the peak to subside before starting a new round of thr*sting and r*mming, deliberately prolonging the time of ej*culation.
Su Yan was tortured by the whipping of the storm and the brief emptiness. The more he was not satisfied, the more hungry and thirsty he became.
The endless pl*asure accumulated layer by layer to the limit, and finally collapsed like a towering building, crushing him from body to mind into dust, and every particle of dust was an extreme and frantic ple*sure.
After a long time, he finally fell back to earth from the sky and lay under the emperor, panting tiredly and contentedly.
The emperor’s waist and abdomen were covered with the white liquid he had ej*culated. He wiped it with a random piece of clothing and began to rub his sore and trembling thighs.
Su Yan’s voice was weak: “My legs are numb…” The emperor kissed his knees lovingly, picked him up and turned him around, leaning back on the drunkard’s chair, letting him change his position and lie on top of him.
Su Yan gradually regained his strength, resting his cheek against the emperor’s chest, quietly listening to the steady beating of his heart.
The emperor’s palm lingered on his still wet back, and he said with regret: “Meeting is parting, what is the point of life?”
Su Yan smiled faintly: “The Cangshang and Shangs are separated by the Milky Way, while the Emperor and I are only separated by a few states. We can meet again in a few months.”
The emperor fell into an unusual silence, seemingly preoccupied with something else. Su Yan nudged his chest and asked, “Your Majesty, what are you worried about? The war at the border, the banditry within the country, or the disputes at court?”
The emperor smiled and casually replied, “Maybe both.”
Su Yan leaned on the armrest, raised his upper body, and said seriously, “I dare not say that I have much ability to solve problems, but I want to say something to the emperor – no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will accompany you to the end.”
The emperor was stunned.
He recalled the day he ascended the throne fifteen years ago, when he had told his mother that he did not want to be alone. But the higher he climbed, the narrower the road to becoming an emperor became, and gradually, he could no longer find someone who could accompany him to the end.
Empress Zhang was gone. Helin had grown up. His mother…his mother’s heart was drifting away from him. His only brother, Jincheng, also harbored a deep resentment towards him.
Just after he accepted his destined loneliness, a boy who was eighteen years younger than him suddenly broke into his heart and said the words he had most longed to hear.
As if it was God’s arrangement, he was finally given a satisfactory explanation when the daylight was about to set.
Is it too late… No, even if you get it at the last moment of your life, you are lucky.
The emperor chuckled softly.
“Your Majesty?” Su Yan asked in confusion. The next moment, his legs were lifted up, and he was sitting astride the chair, his knees resting on the armrests on either side.
Su Yan exclaimed, lowered his waist and hips, and the burning hard p*nis pushed up tenderly and forcefully.
This position allowed the p*nis to penetrate extremely deeply into Su Yan’s body. He suddenly felt as if his intestines were pierced through, and he hurriedly cried out, “Your Majesty, be gentle… It’s too deep… It’s going to pierce through!”
Instead of being stopped, the other party seemed to be adding fuel to the fire, his desire burning even more fiercely. The emperor straightened his upper body, his abdominal and lumbar muscles tensed tightly, and he thr*st hard again and again. Su Yan was like a willow in the wind, a boat on the crest of a wave, tossed by the force. His legs, hooked on the handrails, could no longer withstand the force, and he was about to fall backward.
The emperor supported his lower back in time and pressed his hips down deeply again.
Su Yan felt as if a hard wedge had pen*trated his lower body, nailing him to the unbearable, huge and long-lasting pleasure. He couldn’t help but sob and beg for mercy: “Your Majesty, please have mercy on me… I can’t bear it anymore, ah ah! I’m going to die, I’m going to be f*cked to death by Your Majesty!”
“I can’t bear it anymore,” the emperor stroked the junction of the two. The int*stinal fluid and male essence mixed together, and the violent impact made white foam. He touched his hand, “Look at you, you are so wet. It’s obvious that you are very comfortable.”
His beloved cried pitifully, but the secret path in his body was swallowing the p*nis with pleasure. Those overlapping pieces of flesh like the calyx and the stems were like countless passionate and retaining little mouths, sucking him so hard that he could only repay him with a lasting resistance.
“I really can’t bear it anymore… Your Majesty, please forgive me, please forgive me…”
The emperor slapped his red, swollen b*ttocks, which were covered with fingerprints: “You called out wrong again, you must be punished.”
“I was wrong… Daddy, please don’t hit me…” Su Yan was f*cked so hard that he was in a trance. He muttered nonsense, “Good daddy, dear daddy, please forgive me!”
The emperor was so frightened by the repeated calls of “Daddy” that he almost fainted.
His sons called him “Royal Father,” while in the common language he was called “Dad.” More formally, he was called “Father,” and in slang, he was called “Dada.” But the character “Daddy” has been around since ancient times, as recorded in the Guangya Shiqin (Explanation of Parents): “Daddy means father.” Although this character is rarely used in daily life, its meaning is clear upon hearing it.
The emperor was momentarily unsure whether to beat his new son or continue to f*ck him after he took the initiative to acknowledge his kinship with him.
Su Yan’s long black hair was sticky on his skin, and his face was covered in sweat. He found that the beating had suddenly stopped, and he could finally take a breath from the endless pleasure.
But after a brief moment of relaxation, the numbness and itching in his an*s spread like mercury, pen*trating every pore. He twisted his waist, wanting to pull out, but also wanting him to move, humming something incoherently.
The emperor came to his senses and whispered in Su Yan’s ear, “Call me ‘Daddy’ again.”
Su Yan suddenly opened his eyes——
What did I just say?
D*mn, this is too embarrassing! Even if I, Su Qinghe, die and jump off the Jinshui Bridge, I will never call you daddy again!
He gritted his teeth and bent his knees with difficulty on the armrest, trying to change from being in a straddling position to being on his knees so that he could pull out the p*nis that was wedged in his body and get down from the chair.
The emperor waited patiently for him to lift his waist and hips, and watched with interest as the p*nis came out of the anus inch by inch. It was a large, wet, purple-red p*nis, and when it finally left the hole, there was a slight “pop” sound, bringing out a trickle of turbid liquid.
Su Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
The emperor smiled, clasped his hands around his waist and hips, thrust his p*nis upwards, and stood up.
Su Yan’s soul was pierced by this blow. He let out a long whine, and in the instinctive fear of falling from the air, he used his hands and feet to hook the emperor’s neck and waist.
The emperor carried him down the steps, hugging him and thr*sting him in his arms.
With each jolt of his steps, Su Yan felt as if the iron rod in his body had become a dragon and snake, stirring wantonly in his intestines. There was a unique kind of ecstasy in the randomness of the movement, and he couldn’t help but moan continuously.
The short distance of a few feet from the window to the bed almost made Su Yan lose his soul.
He held onto and hooked the other’s hands and feet, gradually losing strength, and kept sliding down, but under the support of the emperor’s arms, he could only swallow the p*nis deeper at the connection between them. Su Yan cried and begged: “Put me down, I really can’t do it anymore… Let me rest for a while, just a little while…”
The emperor bit his earlobe and said, “Just now, what did you call out?”
Su Yan gritted his teeth and didn’t answer.
The emperor deliberately shook his butt, eliciting a series of discordant shrieks. Su Yan surrendered, shamefacedly calling out, “Daddy.”
“What do you want daddy to do?”
“Daddy, let me go…” As the emperor raised his hand, Su Yan felt that his butt was about to be hurt again, and quickly changed his words, “Daddy, f*ck me gently.”
“Good boy.” The emperor leaned over and placed him on the bed covered with a brocade quilt.
Su Yan’s leg muscles trembled from exhaustion and aches. The emperor, feeling sorry for him, had him lie on his side, one leg bent toward his chest, while he entered from behind, thr*sting in and out.
The tenderness after the storm was particularly moving. Su Yan moaned in great comfort, and was sent to the clouds by the rippling spring water, and ej*culated into the emperor’s palm.
After his soul returned to his body, he quickly reached under his pillow to take out a handkerchief to wipe the other person’s hands. After touching it a few times, he pulled out two flat, slightly fragrant pinpo fruits.
Su Yan stared at the two pinpo fruits, his face gradually turning pale. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to someone, but no words came out between his lips. Finally, an arc that looked like crying and laughing formed at the corner of his mouth.
Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, but they flowed silently without a sound. He buried his face deep in his arms, leaving several rows of messy teeth marks on his arms.
The emperor thought he was too tired to move, so he kissed his shoulder, tucked the quilt in for him, then got up, dressed, walked out of the room, and ordered the guards to boil a large bucket of hot water and bring it in and place it in the outer room.
Soon, the bathtub and hot water were ready, and the guards retreated in a well-trained manner.
The emperor picked up Su Yan and was about to clean him himself when he discovered bloody teeth marks all over his arms. The deep, messy bite marks revealed the depth of his pain and anxiety. The gentle light in the emperor’s eyes dimmed, and he asked, “Do you regret it?”
Su Yan shook his head, took a deep breath, and answered firmly: “When love is strong, there is no regret.”
The emperor’s expression relaxed, and he gently stroked his arm, sighing, “Don’t worry about it. In life, we can never be perfect. Being too demanding of yourself is also a torture to those who love you.”
Su Yan sat in the steaming tub for a moment, stunned. He nodded and said, “Your Majesty is right. We don’t seek perfection, but we do our best. I’ve figured it out.”
“What did you figure out?”
Su Yan tilted his head to look at him, and instead of answering, he asked, “The bucket is so big, do you want to come in and wash together?”
The emperor accepted the invitation with a smile.
The two of them were cuddling in the hot water. Su Yan let out a long breath and leaned back on the edge of the tub. The emperor reached out in advance and used his arm as a pillow for him.
In the mist, Su Yan felt an unprecedented calm and tranquility in his heart. He said softly, “When I was with the Emperor before, I always felt a little bit of fear in my heart.”
The emperor tightened his grip around his waist, but his tone was indifferent: “You’re afraid of being punished, or even losing your head. Do you think living with the emperor is like living with a tiger?”
Su Yan chuckled, “At first, yes, but then it gradually changed. I was afraid that once the Emperor and I crossed that forbidden line, we wouldn’t be able to return to a monarch-subject relationship, nor could we maintain a romantic relationship. In the end, because too many external forces, public and private affairs were involved, it would become a mess, and we would have to end it miserably, or even pay an even more painful price.”
The emperor was silent for a moment, then asked, “What about now?”
“Strangely enough, I’m not afraid anymore.” Su Yan turned his head and looked at him softly, “I’ve found that psychological balance line.
Why can we only choose one of these relationships: ruler and subject, friends, family, lovers, etc.? Why can’t we be both ruler and subject, and lovers, and both lovers and brothers? Relationships between people are inherently complex and diverse. Trying to be too clear about them is like breaking down the emotional parts and analyzing them piece by piece, which would be boring.
“So, within this room, we have a love that is as close as a couple, and in the court, we have a sense of loyalty between ruler and subject. We owe nothing to the country or ourselves. What’s wrong with that?”
The emperor smiled happily and gratifiedly, held him against his thigh and kissed him: “My dear minister, what you said makes sense. I have learned your lesson.”
Su Yan hugged the emperor’s neck and pecked him as if asking for a reward: “I have enlightened myself, what reward does Your Majesty have for me?”
The emperor asked, “What do you want?”
Su Yan said casually, “I want to be an official.”
The emperor laughed and said, “Which of the six ministers is the most suitable? What position do you want in the cabinet? If you are not so good, there is still Lan Xi, the number one internal official. It depends on whether you are willing to give it up.”
The emperor took the opportunity to touch his legs. Su Yan laughed and punched his shoulder. When he had finished laughing, he said, “I want to be the executioner of Wei Jun.”
The emperor thought for a moment and replied, “Okay. I’ll move the sentence up to tomorrow so it won’t delay your trip.”
The two chatted for a while while washing. When the water in the tub was no longer lukewarm, the emperor stood up, carried Su Yan out of the tub, wiped him clean with a large cotton towel, and changed him into clean pajamas.
Su Yan had overindulged himself, and his legs were still weak. The emperor carried him to bed, kissed his forehead, and said, “Have a good sleep. I’m going back to the palace. The morning court will be postponed for an hour to see you off.”
Su Yan couldn’t bear to let go, and he kept hooking his fingers around the emperor’s. However, he also knew that life was a series of long and short separations and reunions. If love was to last, why would it matter if they were together day and night? After rubbing their fingers together for a moment, they separated.
Before leaving, the emperor solemnly hung the jade seal back around Su Yan’s neck and said, “After we part, let this seal accompany you on my behalf.”
Su Yan pinched the seal, his old face flushed, and he spat, “Wearing it is fine, don’t stuff it everywhere, otherwise I will be really angry!”
The emperor couldn’t help but kiss him again until he was breathless, and walked out of the room in a happy mood.
