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Hongjun had been staying at the Purple Cloud Palace for a long time, rarely going out. He was a typical homebody, yet his physique was remarkably strong and powerful. Half of his body was submerged in water, and the exposed bare skin revealed well-defined chest and abdominal muscles, a narrow waist, and broad shoulders, giving him an inviting appearance that made one want to embrace him. Hongjun had a fair complexion, and his features were strikingly handsome, with a slightly pointed chin that contributed to his stunning beauty.
He stood in the water, frowning as he looked at Ye Chuanze, who lay motionless at the bottom of the pool with closed eyes. If he didn’t know this person was still alive, he would truly think it was a corpse. Lying silently at the bottom of the pool, Ye Chuanze ’s face was pale without a trace of color, even his lips had a slight bluish tint. Was he really still alive? Hongjun couldn’t help but wonder, a hint of concern flashing across his face. It seemed that the recent Nine Heavens Purple Thunder Tribulation had been too much for him.
Hongjun walked over to Ye Chuanze, bending down to lift him from the bottom of the pool, cradling him in his arms. Ye Chuanze ’s head rested against his chest, his long black hair dripping wet. His pale face showed signs of discomfort, with deep-set features that were strikingly handsome, and slanted brows that added to his allure. The Black Lotus mark on his forehead was both enchanting and beautiful.
Hongjun focused on his face, his expression inscrutable as his dark eyes grew deeper. After a long moment, he reached out toward Ye Chuanze ’s face with a slender finger, seemingly intending to touch him. Just as his finger was about to make contact with Ye Chuanze ’s skin, he suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving it suspended in mid-air.
His eyes were unfathomably dark as he gazed at Ye Chuanze, seemingly lost in some troubling emotion. After a moment's hesitation, he extended his hand again, this time without any hesitation as he touched Ye Chuanze ’s face. His fingers caressed the soft and smooth skin; it felt delightful to touch. Unable to resist, Hongjun pinched and squeezed playfully, continuing to mold Ye Chuanze ’s face into various shapes. After finishing with the face, he moved on to pinch his nose and even mischievously held it tight. Moments later, unable to breathe from having his nose pinched, Ye Chuanze suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Oh no, I may have gone too far… Hongjun thought alarmingly as he quickly released his grip. His expression shifted from surprise back to normalcy almost instantly; he calmly withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. He merely raised his head and looked off into the distance without daring to meet Ye Chuanze ’s gaze.
As Ye Chuanze opened his eyes and looked at Hongjun, he noticed that Hongjun had tilted his chin up, revealing an elegantly long neck leading down to slightly protruding collarbones—extremely attractive for a man. Further down was a broad expanse of smooth white skin on his chest. Ye Chuanze felt a rush of heat in his gaze as he swallowed hard; he couldn’t deny that this version of Hongjun made him want to take action.
Forgive him; he wasn’t gay before meeting Hongjun.
“Disciple, you’re awake,” Hongjun said lightly. He decided to take the initiative and not give Ye Chuanze a chance to question him further. “Are you feeling unwell? You truly worry your master with your reckless behavior.”
“I'm fine; thank you for your concern, Master,” Ye Chuanze replied in a low voice while staring intently at Hongjun. If Hongjun turned around at that moment, he would see that his precious disciple’s gaze resembled that of a hungry wolf after three days without food.
For a moment, Hongjun was speechless; something felt off! Normally speaking, given his disciple’s temperament, knowing what had just transpired would surely lead to an uproar filled with sarcasm and complaints—how could he be so calm? The unusual behavior of Ye Chuanze made Hongjun hesitate; could it be that he was just too angry?
Unbeknownst to Hongjun, Ye Chuanze was struggling internally! Staring at Hongjun's fair and elegant neck made him swallow hard again; he found himself torn between wanting to bite it or not.
He felt some trepidation towards Hongjun, fearing that crossing boundaries might provoke him into anger; yet deep down, he desperately wanted to bite into Hongjun. Once this thought took root, it became uncontrollable—the more he thought about it, the more tempted he felt.
Driven by desire and determination, ultimately Ye Chuanze steeled himself for action. He ground his teeth and opened his mouth wide toward Hongjun's neck, revealing gleaming white teeth just as Hongjun looked down at him. Suddenly lifting his head caused him to collide sharply with Hongjun's chin. “Ouch!” Hongjun winced in pain internally; what reckless movement from this disciple! Just then, something clicked in him—someone had bitten down on his neck gently but firmly enough to show restraint.
At first, he only bit Hongjun's neck, his teeth sinking into the flesh and refusing to let go for a long time. After a while, he extended his tongue and licked the flesh on Hongjun's neck, his tongue warm and wet. Hongjun suddenly shuddered, his breath becoming short for a moment; the neck is a sensitive area for most men. Ye Chuanze began to lick and bite Hongjun's neck in a chaotic manner, driven purely by instinct, alternating between licking and biting, leaving a trail of saliva on Hongjun's neck. Even so, Hongjun's breathing became unsteady, his gaze shifting; it can only be said that men cannot withstand such teasing.
Later, Ye Chuanze gained some experience from licking and biting and started to slow down, changing from biting to grinding, gently rubbing his teeth against the skin on Hongjun's neck, his tongue tracing circles around it in a teasing and seductive manner.
Being licked and bitten in such a sensitive area made even Sage unable to resist! In fact, Hongjun also found it hard to endure, but he still held back. His face flushed, expression restrained, breathing heavy; he tried hard to control his breath, fearing that he might scare away the person who was devotedly working on him. His proud yet twisted disciple wanted him to take the initiative like this; such an opportunity was rare and he absolutely could not scare him away.
Ye Chuanze buried his head in Hongjun's neck, biting, licking, and kissing his neck without sparing even the collarbone, fully engrossed in the act. Hongjun looked down at the back of his head, his gaze burning with intensity. His hand inadvertently brushed against Ye Chuanze's waist, sliding up and down. Lost in the beauty of the moment, Ye Chuanze remained oblivious to this, allowing Hongjun to take advantage of him.
After touching his small waist, he moved on to his thighs, and then to his buttocks.
As Hongjun's hand wandered over Ye Chuanze's round and firm backside, seemingly preparing for another advance, Ye Chuanze finally released his grip. He lifted his head and let go of Hongjun, who had been tormented countless times.
Looking at Hongjun's neck covered in saliva and bite marks, Ye Chuanze appeared satisfied. He licked his lips with a contented expression and said, "I'm full now; let's save some for next time." After speaking, Ye Chuanze slapped away the large hand resting on his backside without hesitation and turned to leave without mercy.
Standing there watching Ye Chuanze turn away coldly, Hongjun felt a surge of frustration. Finally, he took several steps forward, grabbed Ye Chuanze, and lifted him up against the pool wall.
Pinned against the white jade wall of the pool by Hongjun, Ye Chuanze tilted his head back with his black hair cascading down. He was trapped between Hongjun's hands with no escape. Looking up at the imposing figure of Hongjun, who usually had an indifferent and noble demeanor but now wore an expression of restraint, he smirked mockingly and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, let me go; I'm tired and want to rest."
Upon hearing this, Hongjun's expression turned fierce. He smiled coldly and replied, "What? You've had enough fun and want to run away?"
"Yes!" Ye Chuanze admitted generously.
"Then it depends on whether I allow it!"
"Whether you allow me or not… umm…"
A splash echoed as something heavy fell into the water. In the white jade pool could be seen two intertwined figures; long legs entwined together with black hair scattered in the water as they exchanged breaths. Their bare bodies pressed tightly against each other without leaving any space between them—inseparable.
After a long time, Hongjun walked out of the pool, holding the somewhat weak and breathless Ye Chuanze in his arms.
Hongjun looked refreshed, his expression returning to its usual calm and indifferent demeanor. However, the joy and satisfaction in his eyes, along with the slight upward curve of his lips, revealed his current happy mood.
In contrast, Ye Chuanze wore a face full of grievances, his expression displeased, brows furrowed. There were numerous dark bruises on his neck and collarbone, giving him a look of having been mistreated. Ye Chuanze secretly spat in disdain, "Damn you, Hongjun! What a loss this has been!"
"Hey!" Ye Chuanze called out with a tone that reflected his feeling of being taken advantage of.
"What is it?" Hongjun replied good-naturedly, clearly satisfied both physically and emotionally, showing no offense at the interruption.
"I'm tired and want to sleep. You need to dry me off with a towel and make the bed," Ye Chuanze ordered in a commanding tone.
"Tired, are you?" Hongjun rubbed his chin against Ye Chuanze's face and said, "You rest for a while; I'll stay with you."
Hearing the unmistakable warmth and affection in Hongjun's voice, Ye Chuanze couldn't help but feel frustrated. "What the hell! When did you ever treat me this well before? Is it true that men are easier to deal with after...?" Ye Chuanze pondered seriously whether he should consider talking to Hongjun about things while in bed from now on. After all, they had already done it once; what was stopping them from doing it again? What was the point of maintaining any integrity?
Hongjun carefully placed Ye Chuanze onto his intricately carved bed and indeed brought a towel to dry him off.
Ye Chuanze had only mentioned wanting to be dried off out of frustration; he didn't expect Hongjun to take it seriously and actually do it. Watching Hongjun's serious expression as he wiped him down stirred complex emotions within Ye Chuanze. It seemed that this person cared for him more than he had imagined; perhaps he truly valued him enough to go this far.
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