Su Yan lifted the curtain of the carriage to look outside, realizing they weren’t heading toward Yu Wang’s residence. He asked, puzzled, “Where are we going?”
Inside the carriage, an ice bucket emanated a faint chill, driving away the summer heat. Yu Wang picked up a piece of crushed ice, tossed it into his mouth, and crunched it noisily, like a tiger gnawing on the bones of its prey.
“I’m taking you to my summer retreat. It’s far quieter than the residence.” Seeing Su Yan frown slightly, Yu Wang quickly added, “And cleaner, too—no prying eyes watching from the shadows.”
Su Yan guessed he was referring to the spies from the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Thinking it over, he decided not to press further.
After traveling for another half hour, the carriage seemed to veer off the main road, becoming bumpier. Su Yan lifted the curtain again and saw ancient trees thick with foliage and overgrown greenery, clearly heading toward the countryside outside the city.
The carriage moved along a gentle slope and stopped at the end of a narrow path. Yu Wang said, “We’ve arrived.”
He jumped out first and extended a hand toward Su Yan. Instead of accepting the help, Su Yan jumped down on his own. Yu Wang smiled, seemingly unbothered by the snub.
Looking around, Su Yan saw a ring of towering wutong trees. Their verdant leaves formed a continuous canopy, swaying gently like green waves under the vast sky.
The blazing summer sun struggled to penetrate the thick tree cover, and tiny shafts of light spilled through the gaps, scattering like golden dust. His upturned face, illuminated in the dappled light, appeared pale to the point of translucence, as if nature had crafted him with extraordinary care. Yu Wang stared at him unblinkingly, his gaze deep and intense, before letting out a soft, low hum.
“The retreat?” Su Yan asked, puzzled.
“Follow me,” Yu Wang replied, reaching out to take his hand.
Su Yan instinctively pulled his hand behind his back. “Wangye, simply point the way. While I may lack physical strength, I am not so weak as to trouble you for personal guidance.”
Yu Wang didn’t insist, merely instructing, “Stay close,” before leading the way into the grove.
Following behind, Su Yan weaved through twists and turns for about 15 minutes before the scene ahead suddenly opened up.
Behind the dense forest lay a vast, tranquil lake of sapphire blue. The water was so clear that it resembled a blue jewel set in the heart of an emerald expanse, breathtakingly beautiful.
On the lake stood a palace-style waterside pavilion connected to the shore by a winding walkway. The pavilion’s stone pillars rose two feet above the water’s surface, its eaves and brackets adorned with green glazed tiles. The wooden structure was open on all sides, draped with light, pale curtains that swayed gently in the breeze.
Su Yan smiled appreciatively and remarked, “What a serene retreat hidden amidst the winding paths. Any guest who sees this place would surely be in awe.”
“There have been no other guests. Apart from the regular cleaning servants, I’m the only one who comes here,” Yu Wang replied, holding Su Yan by the arm and leading him onto the connecting boardwalk. “This place is called the Wutong Waterside Pavilion. The phoenix rests only on the wutong tree. Common birds like orioles and partridges are not fit to set foot here.”
Su Yan was momentarily stunned and didn’t manage to withdraw his hand, allowing him to lead him across the wooden walkway.
The pavilion was floored with polished rosewood, so spotless it reflected their images. At the entrance, they removed their shoes before stepping inside. The interior was spacious, fully equipped with all manner of furnishings, including cool couches, low tables, cabinets, a guqin stand, and more, all arranged with a refined antiquity. Indeed, it was a retreat both elegant and tranquil.
A breeze wafted in, carrying the fresh scent of water and dispelling the oppressive heat, leaving them refreshed as if their worldly troubles had been washed away. Leaning against the beauty rail of the pavilion, Su Yan admired the shimmering lake, narrowing his eyes in contentment. “The trees beneath the water resemble snow clouds, and the grass along the banks is like rising mist. It seems I wasn’t wrong—Wangye does enjoy the pleasures of nature.”
“Just stealing a half-day’s leisure,” Yu Wang replied, pouring boiling water over white tea leaves from a heated brazier. He filled two cups and gestured toward Su Yan to sit with a welcoming motion.
The tea room had no chairs, only bamboo mats. Su Yan adjusted his robes and knelt on a delicate yellow-glazed mat, sitting opposite Yu Wang across the low tea table.
Yu Wang handed him a cup of tea. “This is tribute tea from Fujian. I had it specially prepared to comfort your homesickness.”
Su Yan expressed his thanks and slowly sipped the tea. Noticing that Yu Wang was operating with only one hand, he asked, “How is Wangye’s injured hand recovering?”
Yu Wang unwound the bandage from his left hand and showed his palm. The stitches were still intact, and the wound had not yet healed, but there were no signs of redness or swelling, indicating no infection. Su Yan felt relieved and said, “With the hot weather, you must be extra careful. Keep it clean and dry, and avoid getting it wet.”
“It’s rare to hear such kind concern from you, Qinghe. I’m truly flattered,” Yu Wang said, half-joking.
Whenever Su Yan faced him, he felt on edge, as if every topic of conversation might be an excuse for the other to make an inappropriate move. To avoid this, he abruptly shifted to a serious subject. “Wangye knows the true nature of the Wei family. Is it only due to their connections to the Empress Dowager and Imperial Concubine Wei, or do they have other hidden influences?”
Yu Wang, seeing the guarded look in Su Yan’s eyes and his strictly formal demeanor, couldn’t help feeling a bit frustrated. Suppressing his irritation, he answered solemnly, “This matter concerns the imperial family’s reputation. What I tell you stays between us. No third party must ever know.”
“You can rest assured, Wangye,” Su Yan replied. “I know my boundaries. If this leaks, Wangye can take my head.”
Yu Wang chuckled. “I don’t want your head… What I want, you refuse to give.”
Su Yan gripped his teacup, lowered his gaze, and ignored the comment.
Yu Wang sighed silently before speaking slowly. “The story of the Wei family goes back over thirty years. When the late Emperor was still Qin Wang stationed at the border, he took a secondary consort from an established noble family, Lady Mo, who gave birth to his eldest son, later known as Xin Wang, the one executed for treason. Six months later, my mother entered Qin Wang’s residence as his principal consort and gave birth to the current Emperor, his second son. My mother’s family was not prominent, and her status as principal consort relied entirely on the late Emperor’s favor.”
“But when my elder brother was just a year old, a major scandal erupted in Qin Wang’s residence. I was still a toddler then, so I don’t remember, but I’ve heard from old retainers that Lady Mo tried to usurp my mother’s position as principal consort. Her actions led to a grave incident that cost many lives. As a result, the late Emperor decided to officially name my brother as the shizi and placed Lady Mo under house arrest. Her two sons— Xin Wang and Ning Wang—were ignored for a long time.”
“Was the Wei family instrumental in supporting the Empress Dowager during the conflict over the principal consort’s position?” Su Yan asked, hitting the crux of the matter.
Yu Wang nodded. “It wasn’t just the Wei family. My royal mother’s sister, Madam Qin, also played a crucial role. Seeing my royal mother in peril, she agreed to the Wei family’s marriage proposal and married Wei Yan, an older, mediocre man twelve years her senior, in exchange for military support from the Qingzhou army for Qin Wang.”
Su Yan was slightly taken aback. “The Qingzhou army? What connection does it have to the Wei family? Qingzhou…”
Yu Wang patiently explained, “Qingzhou lies beyond the Nine Borders, near the Tatar tribes. At the time, it hadn’t fully submitted to imperial rule and frequently wavered in its allegiance depending on the border wars. The Wei family’s patriarch, Wei Tu, commanded a private army and was a key player among the frontier forces sought after by various border princes. When his eldest son, Wei Yan, married the Qin Wangfei’s little sister, Wei Tu decided to pledge his allegiance to Qin Wang.”
Su Yan suddenly understood. Madam Qin’s marriage for her older sister, whether motivated by sisterly love or a desire to secure her family’s prosperity, was a significant sacrifice during a critical time. This act left a lasting impression on the Empress Dowager, who has since favored her sister’s family, even elevating Wei Yan’s daughter to the status of imperial concubine.
“Although Wei Tu was a capable man, his sons, Wei Yan and Wei Jun, were both utterly incompetent. After his death, neither could sustain the family’s power. The army scattered, and Qingzhou was eventually taken over by the Tatar tribes.”
“Wei Yan and Wei Jun fled to the capital, seeking protection. Out of respect for Wei Tu’s contributions, the late emperor granted Wei Yan the title of Xianan Marquis. Later, thanks to Imperial Concubine Wei’s status and my royal mother’s influence, the emperor conferred further titles upon the family, solidifying their position as one of the most prominent noble families in the court.”
Su Yan sighed. “So that’s how it is.” No wonder the emperor was reticent about the Wei family; it all tied back to the power struggles of the past, bound by filial piety and propriety.
But for Yu Wang, also a son of the Empress Dowager, to share these details so candidly showed a distinct lack of restraint. Perhaps his position outside the throne allowed him this freedom.
Then again, if there wasn’t genuine trust, why would he disclose so much? Su Yan found himself touched by Yu Wang’s openness, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at him.
Noticing the shift in Su Yan’s demeanor, Yu Wang felt a spark of satisfaction. Seizing the moment, he continued, “Though my mother may appear indifferent to the Wei family’s incompetence, she fiercely protects them. She can criticize and scorn them, but she won’t tolerate others speaking ill of them.”
“This recent incident at Lingguang Temple—when she saw my hand injured, she was very angry with Wei Jun and planned to severely punish him. However, Wei Jun had his arm severed by an assassin and is now living a fate worse than death. After Madam Qin spent half a day crying in front of her, she blamed everything on that assassin. And since Wei Jun accused you of sheltering the assassin, naturally, part of the blame fell on you as well.”
“…”
Su Yan felt wronged, though he had to admit he was simply unlucky.
Taking down Wei Jun was indeed his intention. Not only did he refrain from stopping Wu Ming, but he also helped on several occasions. The accusation of “sheltering the assassin” wasn’t entirely false. The Empress Dowager holding a grudge against him was only human—helping her own, not the just cause.
Su Yan let out a heavy sigh. “Originally, I planned to set off for Shaanxi tomorrow. But it seems the sooner I leave, the better, lest things get more complicated. I’ll head to the Ministry of Personnel to collect my appointment documents. I must trouble Wangye to arrange a carriage to take me down the mountain.”
Yu Wang chuckled. “Why the rush? As long as you stay by my side, what danger could possibly befall you?”
He stretched out his injured hand, still wrapped in bandages, and gently placed it on the back of Su Yan’s hand, his expression full of deep affection. “The Emperor may fail to protect you and might even pressure you to leave the capital because, in his heart, the empire, propriety, and even Royal Mother’s wishes are far more important than your life. But I am willing to shield you, no matter what Royal Mother or the Emperor might think. I can even publicly proclaim to the world—Su Yan, Su Qinghe, is my one and only beloved. Whoever opposes you is my enemy. Can Zhu Jintang do that? Can he?”
Su Yan gasped and instinctively tried to withdraw his hand.
Yu Wang held onto it tightly and frowned deliberately. “If you pull harder, my wound might tear.”
Su Yan sighed helplessly. “To hold a position is to fulfill its responsibilities. His Majesty has treated me with great kindness and fairness to the extent of his abilities. I harbor no grievances against him—only gratitude.”
These words, spoken from the heart, were also meant as a reminder to Yu Wang not to speak ill of the Emperor for his sake and risk inviting trouble. However, he underestimated how jealousy could fuel hidden anger, which only served to provoke Yu Wang further.
Suppressing his fury, Yu Wang donned a look of deep hurt. “Why are you so loyal to him? If it were merely adhering to the proper decorum between ruler and subject, I could accept it. I could even understand your gratitude for his favor and willingness to serve the nation with all your heart. But he… the way he treats you… do you also reciprocate? Do you willingly indulge him?”
Su Yan was utterly baffled. “The Emperor? He treats me very well…”
A storm brewed within Yu Wang’s chest, threatening to erupt. He struggled to contain it and clenched his teeth. “On the seventh day of June, was that you in the rear hall of Hall of Mental Cultivation?”
Su Yan began to sense something ominous and tried to pull away, but his wrist was gripped as though in an iron vice, leaving him immobile. Blood began to seep through Yu Wang’s bandages, staining his skin from pale pink to crimson red.
“—Wangye, loosen your grip, or your wound will reopen!” Su Yan hoped this would compel him to release his hold, but Yu Wang was determined to press on.
“Was the hall filled with Tianshui incense, and did you drink alcohol that night?”
“Tianshui incense? What’s that…” Su Yan’s confusion gave way to realization. “I see now—it was Lan Xi’s doing!”
Yu Wang said grimly, “So you do understand what happened, even if you don’t know all the details. Tianshui incense is an aphrodisiac, and when combined with alcohol, it becomes a potent aphrodisiacal drug. Lan Xi instructed his personal eunuch to drug you and assault you. Do you harbor no resentment over this?”
Su Yan smiled wryly. “Oh, so you’re talking about that. At the time… I was somewhat conscious…”
Yu Wang inhaled sharply, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles whitening, veins bulging.
“The Emperor had no malicious intent,” Su Yan explained. “He helped me perform my capping ceremony. However, due to the effects of the drug… I behaved improperly. Yet, the Emperor didn’t hold my offense against me and even ordered someone to escort me out of the palace. For that, I am genuinely grateful. It was entirely Lan Xi acting on his own, and you’ve misunderstood.”
“…Is that the truth?”
“Absolutely. Otherwise, do you think I could have faced him afterward? I’d have resigned and fled long ago!”
Yu Wang scrutinized him, half-convinced. Gradually, he loosened his fist and snorted coldly. “Resign and flee? That’s all the courage you’ve got?”
Su Yan laughed awkwardly. “What else could I do? Kill him? Retaliate? He’s the Emperor. If I were to swallow my pride, endure the humiliation, and move on, what other choice would I have? Fortunately, His Majesty is wise and would never commit such an outrageous act.”
Yu Wang’s expression darkened with ill intent. “And if you were to suffer such humiliation from me?”
Su Yan immediately straightened his face. “I’d smash your face with a brick! You’re just a wayward Wangye. Killing you would be a service to the people. If you kill me, I’ll simply be reborn. Who knows, perhaps Yama will reward my integrity and make me a carefree Wangye in my next life.”
Yu Wang was so enraged by the stark contrast in treatment that he nearly spat blood.
“Both of us are imperial princes. What does he have that I don’t? If I were the eldest legitimate son, I would be the one sitting on the throne!”
“Perhaps. But he is older than you. The matter is settled. Why torment yourself over it and add to your troubles? Instead, as a man of stature, do something meaningful with your life.”
Su Yan pulled his hand away and, still kneeling, backed up a few steps. Bowing low, he said, “Thank you for enlightening me today, Wangye. I deeply appreciate your concern, but matters of the heart cannot be forced. I humbly ask Wangye to show mercy and grant me a way out. In the future, should you ever need my help, so long as it doesn’t violate morality or justice, I will do everything in my power to repay your kindness.”
Yu Wang gazed at the back of his neck, his face a storm of shadows.
On Su Yan’s pale and slender nape, just at the edge of his collar, a faintly visible, crimson mark was exposed. It was easy to imagine how someone had kissed and sucked his skin, leaving those red blossoms on a field of white, indulging in wild passion on the bed. With a face flushed from pleasure and sweet moans filling the room, Su Yan had been utterly devoted to someone else. Yet now, he stood before himself, upright and unyielding, using the very lips that had once murmured sweet nothings to cut deep into his heart with cold, sharp words.
It was as if a long-tensed string, stretched to its limit, suddenly snapped. Yu Wang grabbed the table before him, along with the teapot and cups on it, and hurled them out of the pavilion. With a loud “plop,” they smashed into the lake, sending up a towering splash.
Su Yan jumped in surprise, and as he raised his head, his collar was seized. He was shoved backward, pinned down against the wooden floor covered with bamboo mats.
Blood seeped from Yu Wang’s wound, staining Su Yan’s collar, but Yu Wang didn’t care. He loomed over the boy who could so effortlessly provoke his emotions, like a starving hawk ready to strike its prey.
Forcing himself to stay calm, Su Yan tried to reason with him, “Let’s talk this through. Any misunderstanding can be explained. There’s no need for violence… Hey, Wangye’s wound is about to split open! If it tears completely and can’t be stitched back together, what will Wangye do? It’s your hand we’re talking about!”
Yu Wang’s voice emerged deep and gravelly, as though it had been battered and crushed within his chest before finally escaping. “You care about my hand? I don’t even care about it myself!”
“He wants my name, my title, my land, my army… fine, take it! I was ready to spend my life as a carefree Wangye without a fight. But then, heaven cast you before me. I thought, finally, here was something that could truly belong to me. And yet he—he still wants to take you from me!”
Yu Wang growled like a wounded beast while tearing open Su Yan’s collar, revealing the scattered kiss marks on his chest. His gaze swept over these traces of intimacy left from the night before, as if they were blades cutting into his eyes. He let out a chilling laugh. “Go on, explain these ‘misunderstandings.’ I’m all ears.”
Su Yan looked down and felt the world spin. D*mn Shen Qi, that b*stard. How many times had he told him not to bite, not to leave marks? But he never listened, always insisting on planting strawberries everywhere. Now it had come to this—indefensible, unexplainable, utterly incriminating.
“What’s the matter? Can’t explain it?” Yu Wang’s tone was mocking. “Fine, let me ask you again. Do you or do you not have an improper relationship with the Emperor?”
“Absolutely not! We are completely innocent of any impropriety!” Su Yan declared, voice firm.
Yu Wang’s smile deepened, growing colder. “Then these marks aren’t his doing? Who left them? Name him, and I’ll avenge you—peel his skin, break his bones, tear him limb from limb. Speak.”
Su Yan bit his lip and said nothing.
This time, Yu Wang was even more convinced that the Emperor had long been involved in an illicit affair with Su Yan. Thinking back to that day in the Yangxin Hall, he speculated that when he arrived late, the two had likely done everything they shouldn’t have.
“You sure protect this adulterer tightly. You must love him to death, which is why you’re so stubborn, even willing to die to cover for him.”
Seeing Yu Wang’s expression, Su Yan realized the Emperor had been wrongfully accused. He wanted to explain, but after some thought, he understood: Yu Wang could do nothing against the reigning Emperor. But if he knew the supposed adulterer was Shen Qi, could Shen Qi even survive?
Even though Yu Wang misunderstood the Emperor, he couldn’t attack or berate him. After all, the Emperor was of the late Emperor’s bloodline, part of the same family tree. Yu Wang couldn’t go around proclaiming this scandal either; it would disgrace not only the Emperor but himself as well. At most, he could only seethe in silence.
But if it were anyone other than the Emperor, the situation would be completely different. Even without any real power, Yu Wang still had his status and influence to crush others. He could kill someone and face no consequences. Su Yan couldn’t stand by and watch Shen Qi get skinned alive, dismembered, and torn to pieces, could he?
After thinking it over, Su Yan reluctantly decided that the Emperor would have to take the blame for this. He sighed bitterly, “There’s truly nothing improper between the Emperor and me. We are as pure as can be and have never crossed any lines.”
The more Su Yan tried to explain, the more convinced Yu Wang became that he was covering for the affair out of love. A chill like death settled in Yu Wang’s heart, yet from the ashes of his cold fury, a dark and violent desire began to surge.
“Heh,” Yu Wang let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “In that case, today, this lonely Wangye will also share a relationship with you that’s pure and proper, one that doesn’t cross any boundaries. Surely, you’d gladly accept, right?”
Su Yan was on the verge of tears. “I don’t accept! Impulsiveness is the devil, Wangye! Please rein yourself in before it’s too late, or you’ll regret this in the future!”
Yu Wang released the grip on Su Yan’s collar.
Relieved, Su Yan scrambled to his feet and crawled away in haste, even losing his cap in the process. But just as he thought he was safe, there was a sudden rip from behind. His thin shirt was torn apart, leaving his back exposed to the cool air.
In a few swift motions, Yu Wang stripped him bare, twisting the torn fabric into ropes to bind his wrists. He hoisted him up and suspended him from the beam above, his toes barely able to touch the floor.
Dangling midair, Su Yan’s hair was disheveled, and his body was left completely exposed. The wind blew into the pavilion from all sides, chilling him to the bone. A thousand curses formed in his mind for Yu Wang, who had finally walked the path of coercion and tyranny.
He opened his mouth to hurl insults but was silenced by Yu Wang’s bloodied fingers, which pressed into his mouth, playing with his tongue. The metallic taste of blood filled his senses, and saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth as he struggled, managing only muffled protests.
Yu Wang, however, seemed to regain his composure. His other hand unfastened the leather belt around his waist, folding it into a makeshift whip. Slowly, he dragged it from Su Yan’s chest downward. “Now, Su Yushi, where would you like me to start clearing your name? Here, or here?”
The cowhide leather belt was soft, flexible and smooth, and the surface was inlaid with pearls and jade, and felt bumpy. The nipple on one side of Su Yan’s chest was fiddled with by the edge of the leather belt, and he couldn’t help but shiver. It was also rubbed by the cold and hard jade pieces and the round pearls, and even tossed and pulled between the gaps of the pearls and jade, grinding the small nipple to be engorged and erect, bright red like acacia beans.
The nipple felt unbearably sore and swollen, and the numbness spread from this point. The stinging pain caused by the scratching of hard objects in turn intensified the numbness.
Only one nipple was suffering, while the other was deliberately ignored. In comparison, it felt like a kind of empty itch, which made him want to rub it hard on some rough surface. His chest unconsciously leaned forward slightly.
Yu Wang pulled his wet fingers out of his mouth, pinched the neglected nipple, twisted it gently, and scratched it with his nails. Su Yan’s scalp tingled, and he almost cried out, and hurriedly bit his lower lip.
“This place is much more sensitive than that of an ordinary man.” Yu Wang looked at the red bean that was gradually getting hard under his fingertips and sneered, “I guess he also likes to lick this place. Look, there is a red patch next to it.”
“Go to h*ll—” Su Yan cursed just a few words before he suddenly stopped talking. This was because Yu Wang grabbed his waist and hips with one hand and suddenly lifted them up.
Su Yan felt panic instinctively as his body suddenly left the ground and the feeling of falling while suspended in the air. He grabbed the cloth rope hanging on the beam with both hands and waved his legs to find a foothold.
Yu Wang spread his legs apart, put them on his waist, and said, “Your legs are clamped. If you move again, you might dislocate your wrist.”
His wrist was pulled so hard that it hurt, and Su Yan had no choice but to wrap his legs around Yu Wang’s waist to temporarily stabilize his shaking body.
“Good boy.” Yu Wang smiled with satisfaction. He opened his mouth and took the nipple that was brought to his lips. He used his lips, tongue and teeth to do his best to provoke him.
Su Yan let out a series of low gasps and tried to push him away, but his hands were bound; he wanted to kick, but as soon as his legs relaxed a little, his whole body began to fall. He had no choice but to hook his waist again.
Yu Wang sucked his nipples until they were red and shiny, like berries that were about to burst. Just as his lips and tongue parted, he couldn’t help but flick them hard with the tip of his tongue. Su Yan whimpered in the pain and pleasure in his chest, closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his messy long hair was blown by the lake breeze, and a few strands stuck to his back, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
“Let me…let me down…”
“You can’t handle this? Then how are you going to handle the next thing?”
As Yu Wang spoke, he held his buttocks with his right hand and stretched them outward, untied the laces of his shirt with his left hand, opened his outer shirt to one side, pulled down his trousers, and gently pushed his erect p*nis upwards.
Su Yan crossed his legs and couldn’t see the scenery below. He only felt a huge hard object pressing against his buttocks, like a burning iron rod. He was terrified that he would be pierced and torn by the torture instrument. He kicked and struggled desperately, cursing: “You want me to die! If I die, you beast, scum, b*stard, don’t even think about getting away unscathed. If I don’t bite a piece of your flesh off-“
Yu Wang knew that in the relationship between men, if lubrication is not done properly, it can be fatal, and he just wanted to scare him so that he would give in. However, he did not expect that he would react so violently, and he was still struggling hard while hanging on the rope, and his wrist joints were creaking, as if they would be broken at any moment. He was also startled, and hurriedly hugged his waist tightly, lifting him up to loosen the rope.
Su Yan panted heavily, lowered his head and bit Yu Wang’s muscular shoulder. He was angry and hateful, and bit so hard that the skin was broken and blood flowed.
Yu Wang was unwilling to lose the battle, so he said with pain: “If you say you’re willing, I will let you go.”
“I’m not willing! This is r*pe, there’s no way it can be considered as having an affair! You’d better kill me, otherwise I won’t care about my face or my life, and I’ll drag you to the throne room. Either you confess your crime or I’ll bleed!”
Yu Wang also knew that Su Yan seemed to be very good at dealing with people, but that was only because he hadn’t stepped on his bottom line. If he was pushed to the extreme, he would really do something that would destroy both himself and the enemy. Threats and coercion would not work for him at all, so he had to find another way.
He untied the rope, carried Su Yan to the table, and turned a glass hourglass that was presented as tribute by a foreign country upside down. Fine sand immediately flowed out of the small hole. Yu Wang said, “Let’s make a bet. This little toy can count for a quarter of an hour. During this time, you must not hurt others or yourself. When the quicksand runs out, if you can still say the words ‘not willing’, I will apologize and let you go. From now on, you can take revenge as you like, without hesitation.”
“……really?”
“One word is worth ten thousand!”
Su Yan knew that Yu Wang was a cunning rogue, and his repeated apologies and promises were all bullsh*t, but at this moment, his iron-clad expression made him somewhat credible. The most important thing was that if he accepted the bet, there was still some hope of getting out of it. If he didn’t accept it, and the other party forced himself on him, what could he do to him?
It’s only 15 minutes, it will be over if you endure it. Call a stop when the time is up. If he regrets, you still have time to fight to the death.
Thinking of this, Su Yan gritted his teeth and said, “I’m making a bet with you. Let’s start the time again!”
Yu Wang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, “No need, it’s okay to give you some extra time.” He placed Su Yan on the couch, took off his clothes, and tied his injured hand tightly with a cloth belt to stop the bleeding.
Su Yan laid on his back with his eyes closed, not moving at all as if he was being tortured.
When he couldn’t see, Yu Wang smiled lovingly, leaned over him, kissed his lips, and put his tongue in.
This intoxicating deep kiss did not last long. Su Yan was just glad that he was let off easily, but the next moment, the limp p*nis between his legs fell into a warm and slippery paradise, being licked and sucked by the flexible soft flesh, and being wrapped by the tight cavity, swallowing in and out. A little snake-like tongue tip drilled into the bell mouth of the glans, stimulating him to tremble all over.
The pleasure came so violently that he screamed “Ah” and arched his upper body, grabbing the man’s hair buried in his lower abdomen, trying to pull himself away from the burning desire.
This obstructive action seemed quite resolute, and after the other party obediently withdrew, he felt indescribable loneliness and emptiness because his desire was poured with a basin of cold water halfway.
Yu Wang spat out the gradually swelling p*nis in his mouth, folded Su Yan’s legs forward, pressed them on both sides of his waist and abdomen, continued to lick his scrot*m slowly, held the two t*sticles between his lips and teeth, and rubbed them back and forth with his soft tongue.
Su Yan closed his eyes slightly, panted rapidly, and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, refusing to let out even a single moan.
Yu Wang bent his legs further, grabbed a feather pillow and placed it under his waist, exposing a pink hole between the snow-like buttocks. The hole was tightly contracted, and was evenly wrinkled, very cute, and it made people’s throats tighten and their blood vessels swell.
Yu Wang was used to enjoying the service of his bed partners using both hands and mouths, and rarely gave others bl*wjobs. This time, he not only used all his skills to play the flute and play with the balls, but also couldn’t help licking this tempting honey hole, squeezing his tongue into the depths of the peach path, exploring the secrets.
Su Yan screamed out loud from the pleasure he had never experienced before, and scratched the mat with his hands unbearably, as if he wanted to break through the raging torrent and escape. Reason told him not to go with the flow and let others manipulate him, but his body was nailed to the spot by lust, washed away by waves of pleasure.
The p*nis had already become hard and erect, poking straight at his waist and abdomen. He could not help but reach out and hold it and stroke it, letting out intermittent moans.
The hole was licked until it was wet and soft, and it was opening a slit, and the bright red and wriggling flesh inside was faintly visible. Yu Wang inserted two thick and long fingers that had been licked wet, found the key point with ease, and used half of his strength on his fingertips to rub and press in circles.
Su Yan’s body twitched as if he had received an electric shock, his p*nis throbbing, and he was about to ejac*late. Yu Wang quickly blocked it with the thumb of his injured hand and chuckled, “It’s still too early.”
He pulled his fingers out of his an*s, opened the bedside drawer, and took out a small silver object tied with two long silk ribbons. It was shaped like a shallow, round base, with a slender jade-white stem extending from the bottom, about the length of a finger, and remarkably flexible. Then he carefully inserted the thin stem through the bell mouth, buckled the silver clasp on the glans, and used the silk ribbons to cross-tie Su Yan’s p*nis and tied a slipknot at the base.
Su Yan was trembling from the stimulation of the foreign object inserted into his ur*thra, and asked incoherently: “What…?”
“Lock Yang Support. Prevent you from ej*culating excessively and damaging your vitality.” After Yu Wang said this, he released his p*nis and inserted his fingers into the an*s again, simulating s*xual intercourse, but he did not attack forcefully. Instead, he moved his fingers deep and shallow, pounding and grinding.
Every time when Su Yan was about to reach org*sm, he would withdraw his fingers from the vital points and only scratch the edges. When he slid down from halfway up the mountain, he would grind them hard again, tormenting Su Yan so much that his muscles and bones were weak and he moaned continuously.
Slightly sticky liquid continuously gushed out from the anus, soaking Yu Wang’s entire palm. He sniffed it in surprise, then licked it, unable to hide his surprise in his tone: “The an*s can produce its own fluid, it’s really a treasure.”
He stuffed his fingers into Su Yan’s mouth and stirred it, coaxing him, “Be good, try it and see what your own juices taste like.”
Su Yan’s soul flew to the border of paradise, and he was repeatedly one step away from entering the door. He was tormented between heaven and h*ll, his mind was almost scattered. He licked his fingers in a daze, his mind was in a chaos, and he couldn’t speak.
Yu Wang put his lips close to his ear and asked in a deep voice that warmed his heart and lungs, “Is it a little fishy, a little sweet?”
Su Yan nodded randomly, feeling shame from his remaining sanity, tears streaming down his eyes.
Yu Wang gently licked away his tears, his ambition softened into mud, and said, “Don’t cry. What do you want that I won’t give you? If you just nod, I will be yours for the rest of my life.”
Su Yan choked and just shook his head.
Yu Wang turned him over without giving him a chance to refuse, and put him in a posture with his waist bent and his hips raised. His fingers continued to invade his an*s, hitting deep and stabbing shallowly, grinding hard and picking lightly. With his other hand, he pinched his chin and turned him away from the couch, letting him look at the quicksand on the table that was about to drain out.
“The time has come. You can say you aren’t willing. I will listen.”
Su Yan felt his body burning in the flames of desire, and then suddenly plunged into cold water, quenching out billowing white smoke, and then being taken to the forging platform and repeatedly beaten. He also felt vaguely that he was a ghost at dawn, about to melt in the scorching white light, and his soul would fly away.
“No…” He uttered a word weakly with difficulty. The vital part of his an*s was hit hard by Yu Wang, and the rest of the words he uttered suddenly turned into seductive cries with sobbing voice.
“You lose.”
Yu Wang was so angry that his blood boiled. The angry dragon under his crotch could no longer bear it and wanted to find a battlefield to fight. He immediately pulled out his fingers, pinched Su Yan’s waist and hips with both hands, and slowly pushed the glans to open his back hole.
Su Yan seemed to be wedged into the torture device and leaped forward in a dying struggle.
Yu Wang hugged him around the waist and coaxed him patiently, “Don’t be afraid, I can’t hurt you, I know what I’m doing.” As he spoke, he moved his lower body forward three times and retreated twice, and the p*nis, as thick as a child’s arm, really went all the way in without tearing the anus.
Before Su Yan could catch his breath, he suddenly felt the thing behind him was too rough to be a meat stick, with ridges and bumps, scraping against the extremely sensitive intestinal wall, and the tip was extremely powerful against that spot, just a drag, and he was completely limp, shaking and moaning. A few more thrusts, and the wild pleasure that swept over him almost swallowed him up completely.
He turned his head in shock: “What did you use… to torture me?”
Yu Wang inserted the entire p*nis into his hole, and at first felt that it was tighter and slipperier than any other hole he had ever f*cked before, which was particularly pleasurable. He pulled most of it out and thrust it in again, but suddenly he was startled, and pulled it out abruptly, taking a few quick breaths to adjust his breath, and his expression was somewhat embarrassed.
The layers of tender flesh in the intestines wrapped around the shaft like honey and oil when he pushed in, and when he pulled out, there were countless hot little mouths sucking and retaining him, and with the hot liquid dripping, he was caught off guard and almost ejac*lated in just a few strokes.
Yu Wang boasted that he was a veteran and a top expert in bed, but this time he almost fell for a newcomer, which was embarrassing. He thought, he didn’t feel it was so powerful with his fingers just now… If this had happened on a battlefield, it is easy to imagine the consequences of underestimating the enemy and being defeated.
Su Yan looked back and saw the purple-red evil root under Yu Wang’s crotch. It was thick and long, and the front end was upturned, with a clear arc. The shaft was even more peculiar, not smooth like his own, nor with blue veins like Shen Qi’s, but covered with soft and blunt thorns, just like dragon scales.
Yu Wang took his hand and placed it on his own organ, a faint look of pride in his eyes: “Come, let me introduce you to two of the ten famed ‘male instruments’—the ‘Vajra Pestle’ and the ‘Wolf Fang Mace.’ The ‘Vajra Pestle’ curves upward and can easily press against sensitive spots, while the ‘Wolf Fang Mace,’ covered in ridges, is also known as the ‘Fleshy Cynomorium.’ As it thrusts and scrapes with force, no matter how resilient you are, it will turn you into a wanton doll.”
Su Yan was shocked by his shamelessness: “So coquettish…”
“You are more coquettish than me.” Yu Wang held his waist and hips with both hands, and raised his spear to fight again. This time he was prepared, holding back his essence between thrusts, not letting it out easily, panting as he thrusted and thrusted, “You are also a famous s*x tool, but not in the front, but in the back… I said you are a treasure, but it turns out you are more precious and priceless than a treasure… You and I are a match made in heaven, don’t you admit it?”
After Su Yan was f*cked a few times by him, his p*nis, which was half soft because of the lock yang support, became hard again, and he was about to ejaculate. He gasped and cursed: “F*ck you… bullsh*t! Untie… this cr*p… untie it quickly…”
“Do you think I’m lying to you? ‘The thick grass is soaked, the waves are like peach blossoms’, that’s exactly what it means.” The sweat rolled down Yu Wang’s forehead, and his buttocks made a slapping sound when his cr*tch hit each other. “You have two famous instruments.”
Su Yan’s eyes went dark, and a white light appeared from the darkness. He desperately tried to tear off the lock yang support. Yu Wang hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, helped him untie the knot, and pulled out the thin stem inserted into the ur*thra. Su Yan moaned like he was dying, trembling and ejac*lating. His arms could not support the couch, and he fell forward.
Yu Wang had just tasted the sweetness, so he was not willing to give up. Seeing that he was losing his essence and distracted, he took advantage of the situation and turned him over again, grabbed his ankles and put them on his shoulders, stood up, and penetrated him from top to bottom like a pile driver, asking: “Who is more bold and powerful, me or my royal brother, and who f*cked you more pleasurably?”
Su Yan bit his lip and didn’t answer. He was suspended in the air from his legs to his waist, held upside down by his feet, and f*cked to death. His s*xual fluids dripped from between his buttocks, soaking the entire mat. He was tossed to the extreme, his intestines spasmed and twisted, and he was silent after a sound of gulping.
Yu Wang was disarmed by his suction, and it took only half an hour. He was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment. He hugged Su Yan’s legs, half-knelt on the couch, panting heavily, and only calmed down after a while.
He leaned over to push away the messy hair on Su Yan’s face, only to find that the young man had fainted. His cheeks were flushed, his brows were frowning pitifully, and there were traces of tears in the corners of his eyes. From his slightly open lips, the tip of his tender red tongue could be vaguely seen.
At this moment, Yu Wang felt that he was lively and lovely in every way, and from his hair to his toes, he looked like what he loved. He sighed unwillingly and said, “I have been traveling through fragrant collections, but how could I fall into your hands?” He could not help but hold up the back of his head and kissed him deeply.
Su Yan seemed to have died. His soul slowly returned from the Yellow Springs. He opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him weakly. He said in a faint voice, “Let me go…”
Yu Wang put on a teasing look in front of him and said with a smile: “Willing to accept the loss. It is not that easy to escape from my hands.”
He held Su Yan in his arms, facing outward, with his legs spread open and resting in his arms. He stepped off the couch and came to the glass mirror next to the wardrobe, forcing the other party to look at the clear figure in the mirror.
Su Yan’s eyes were blurry, but he could still see clearly. The boy in the mirror was held in a child’s peeing position by the tall man behind him. The damp body hair between the thighs and the half-soft p*nis hung down, while the water-red rear entrance, having been penetrated, resembled a slightly parted little mouth, spitting out white liquid as it moved, which was extremely obscene.
He turned his head away in shame, not looking at the mirror.
However, Yu Wang turned sideways and raised one leg to step on the round stool, forcing him to look at the mirror and see how his evil dragon arched into his an*s inch by inch, and then thrust in and out with a smacking sound, like a fish chewing water.
Under the double attack of shame and pleasure, Su Yan couldn’t help but twist his waist to meet the other party’s collision. He tilted his head back, resting it on the shoulder of the man behind him, and moaned like sobbing.
Yu Wang lowered his head and kissed him passionately, his waist still moving tirelessly, nine shallow and one deep, three right and three left. When it was slow, it moved like an eel and moved forward like a leech; when it was fast, it was like a torrential rain hitting leaves and thousands of arrows hitting a target, f*cking the young man in his arms until he fainted again.
Only after he saw that the s*men flowing out of the other person was thin and transparent, and that further ej*culation would harm his body, did he reluctantly aim it into his body.
