Chapter 117: Extra—Incense Burner (Part One)

Wei WuXian found an old incense burner in the treasure pavilion of the Cloud Recesses—the ‘Ancestral Chamber.’

The incense burner has the body of a bear, the nose of an elephant, the eyes of a rhinoceros, the tail of a bull, and the arms of a tiger. With its belly as its main unit, it emits a thin stream of smoke from its mouth after the incense is lit.

In Jingshi, Wei WuXian played with it for a while, “This thing looks fun. There’s no killing intent or evil energy in it, so it’s definitely not something used to harm people. Lan Zhan, do you know what this thing is for?”

Lan WangJi shook his head. Wei WuXian sniffed the scent. He didn’t find anything amiss either. Since neither of them found it suspicious, they put the incense burner away and decided to investigate further later.

However, before they could lie down, they felt extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep. Wei WuXian awoke after an unknown amount of time, only to find himself and Lan WangJi not in the Jingshi Cloud Recess, but in the middle of a forest.

Wei WuXian crawled up from the ground, “What place is this?”

Lan WangJi, “Not the real world.”

Wei WuXian, “Not the real world? No way,” he waved his sleeves, feeling it clearly, “What else could this be if not reality?”

Lan WangJi didn’t answer. He walked quietly towards the river and gestured for Lan WangJi to look down. Wei WuXian walked over and glanced at his reflection. He was immediately shocked.

What is reflected on the surface of the river is how he appeared in his past life!

Wei WuXian immediately looked up, “Because of the incense burner?”

Lan WangJi nodded, “Maybe.”

After staring at the familiar objects in the water for a moment, Wei WuXian finally looked away. “It’s fine. I’ve already tested the incense burner. There’s no resentment energy, so it’s definitely not an evil weapon. Perhaps a master made this for cultivation or just for fun. Let’s go take a walk and see what’s going on.”

And the two of them began walking through the forest, which was either an illusion or not. Soon, a small wooden cabin appeared in their view.

Wei WuXian looked at the wooden cabin and exclaimed, “Huh?” Lan WangJi, “Yes?”

Wei WuXian observed the cabin, “That cabin looks somewhat familiar to me.”

The cabin looked like an ordinary house, so even though he suspected it, he wasn’t sure if he saw it or not. Just then, the creaking of a loom came from the cabin.

The two of them looked at each other. Without a word, they approached together. But at the cabin door, as they looked inside, they both stopped in surprise.

What was inside the cabin was far from the worst-case scenario they had imagined. There were no criminals or wild animals. Instead, there was only one person, and it was someone they both knew.

Inside the cabin sat a ‘Lan WangJi’!

This ‘Lan WangJi’ had the same handsome features and tall stature as the one beside Wei WuXian. His plain, yet not at all coarse, blue-and-white cotton clothes, when worn around him, looked like the celestial robes of a renowned cultivator. Beside him, a loom moved by itself as if under a spell, creaking as it wove cotton. He, on the other hand, sat beside him with a book in his hands, intently reading.

The two of them had already walked in front of the door and were even making a fuss, while ‘Lan WangJi’ appeared oblivious to anything. With a blank expression, he turned the pages with his slender, delicate fingers.

Wei WuXian looked at Lan WangJi beside him, then at the ‘Lan WangJi’ inside, enlightened, “I get it, I get it!”

Lan WangJi’s eyebrows raised slightly. The slight movement showed his surprise. He asked, “What?”

Wei WuXian, “I-I-This, this is my dream!”

Before he could finish speaking, a slender figure dressed in black entered the cabin and delivered his greeting, “Er-gege, I’m back!”

Seeing the beaming “Wei WuXian” with a hoe on his shoulder, a jug in his hand, and a straw in his mouth, Lan WangJi grew even more speechless. If this was Wei WuXian’s dream, it was only natural that the people in the dream couldn’t see them. “Lan WangJi,” who was weaving, finally looked up. When he saw “Wei WuXian,” he even curled his lips slightly, but his smile quickly faded. He stood up and poured him a cup of water.

‘Wei WuXian’ spat out the straw in his mouth and sat down at the small wooden table, grabbed the cup and gulped it down in a few gulps. Finally he began, “Today the sun is too hot outside. I’m really hot. I left the things in the field. Won’t be working again. Maybe I’ll pick them up later.”

‘Lan WangJi’ replied, “Mn.” Then he took out a white towel and handed it to him. ‘Wei WuXian’, on the other hand, moved his face with a grin. It was obvious he wanted ‘Lan WangJi’ to wipe his face.

And ‘Lan WangJi’ didn’t refuse either. He began to wipe his face earnestly and with dedication. ‘Wei WuXian’ enjoyed it while babbling, “I was playing in the river and caught two fish. Cook me some fish stew tonight, Er-gege!”

“M N.”

How is crucian carp usually cooked in Gusu? Lan Zhan, do you know how to make pickled fish with chili peppers*? I love it. But please don’t make it sweet. I tried it once and almost threw up.

*TN:http://ali.xinshipu.cn/20141226/asli/1419534344443.jpg

“Mn. I want to.”

The weather is getting warmer. Today there is no need to boil the bath water too hot, so I only cut half the usual amount of firewood.

“Mn. It’s okay.”

“…” Lan WangJi looked at the two who were happily chatting casually, “Your dream?”

Wei WuXian laughed so hard he might have suffered internal injuries, “Pwahahahahahahahaha, uh, yeah. For some reason, I’ve been having this dream for a while now. I dreamt that we retired and secluded ourselves in the countryside. I went hunting and farming, while you stayed home to look after the house, weave, and cook for me. Oh yeah, you also took care of my finances and did the bookkeeping. At night, you even sewed my clothes. Every time I dreamt that I’d tell you to boil bathwater so we could bathe together at night, but every time we were about to undress, I’d wake up. What a shame, hahahahahahahahahahaha…”

He wasn’t the least bit embarrassed that Lan WangJi had seen such a dream. In fact, he was quite pleased with himself. Seeing how dizzy he was, Lan WangJi’s eyes softened, “That’s as good as it gets.”

Wei WuXian’s dream was filled with trivial matters, such as cooking, eating, feeding chickens, and chopping firewood. As expected, when the bathwater boiled, the dream abruptly ended. The two of them walked a few steps out of the cabin and arrived at an elegant pavilion. Outside stood a magnolia tree with its branches trailing, emitting a tranquil and refreshing fragrance.

The dream’s location changed, this time to a place they should both be familiar with. This place was the Gusu Cloud Recess Library Pavilion.

Candlelight seeped through the wooden windows on the second floor, accompanied by faint sounds. Wei WuXian looked up, “Shall we go in and check?”

For some reason, Lan WangJi suddenly stopped. He stared at the window, lost in thought, as if hesitating. Wei WuXian found this strange. He couldn’t think of any reason why Lan WangJi wouldn’t want to come in, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lan WangJi shook his head faintly. After a moment of silence, just as he was about to speak, a burst of uncontrollable laughter suddenly erupted from within the Library Pavilion.

Hearing this, Wei WuXian’s eyes lit up. He rushed into the pavilion and leaped up the stairs in just a few steps.

After entering, Lan WangJi naturally didn’t want to stay outside alone, so he followed them in. Together, the two walked into the lamplit room, and they indeed saw something very interesting.

On a light-colored sitting mat beside the surface prepared for the punishment of copying scriptures, sixteen-year-old Wei Ying laughed heartily as he slammed the table, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

A yellowed booklet was thrown to the ground, which the young Lan Zhan treated like a snake or scorpion. He had already retreated to a corner of the Pavilion, howling angrily, “Wei Ying——!”

Young Wei Ying laughed so hard he nearly rolled under the deck. Finally, he managed to raise his hand, “Here! I’m here!”

And there, Wei WuXian also burst out laughing. He pulled Lan WangJi, who was standing beside him, “What a beautiful dream! I can’t take it anymore, Lan Zhan, look at you, look at how you used to be, that expression of yours, hahahahahaha…”

For some reason, Lan WangJi’s expression grew even stranger. Wei WuXian pulled him to sit on the mat beside him, smirking at the sight of their teenage counterparts bickering and arguing, propping his chin up with his hand. 

There, the young Lan Zhan had already drawn Bichen. Wei WuXian hurriedly grabbed Suibian, revealing a few inches of its sheath as he reminded him, “Manners! Second Young Master Lan! Mind your manners! I also brought my sword today. If we start fighting, do you think your Library Pavilion will be okay?”

Lan Zhan raged, “Wei Ying! You… what kind of person are you?!”

Wei Ying raised his eyebrows, “What kind of person am I? I’m a man!”

“…” Lan Zhan snapped, “You are shameless!”

Wei Ying, “So I should be embarrassed about this? Don’t tell me you’ve never read something like this before. I don’t believe it.”

After holding back for a moment, Lan Zhan charged with his sword, his face as cold as ice. Wei Ying was stunned, “What, are you two really going to fight?!” He attacked. And so, the two of them truly began their clash in the Library Pavilion. 

At this point, Wei WuXian exclaimed, “Huh?” He turned his head to the side to look at Lan WangJi, pondering, “Is this what happened? Why don’t I remember us actually fighting back then?”

Lan WangJi remained silent. Wei WuXian glanced at him, but he subconsciously averted his gaze. The feeling that something was wrong with him tonight deepened in Wei WuXian’s heart. 

Just as he was about to ask, he heard the young Wei Ying joking as he fought,  “Good, good, good! Firm yet free, control for the sake of freedom—a beautiful sword technique! But Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan, look how red your face is. Is it because of fighting me, or because of what you just saw?”

Young Lan Zhan didn’t blush at all. He swung his sword, “Nonsense!”

Wei Ying flexibly leaned back to avoid the attack. Then, she straightened up and nimbly pinched Lan Zhan’s fair cheeks. “How can you talk nonsense? You should experience it yourself. Your face is almost on fire, haha!”

Lan Zhan’s face turned red and pale. He was just about to slap the hand away when Wei Ying stepped back. His slap missed, and he nearly slapped himself. Turning around, Wei Ying continued casually, “Lan Zhan, oh, Lan Zhan, don’t be offended, but look at people your age. Are any of them prone to blushing? You can’t stand it after just a little bit of a thrill—you’re such an amateur.”

If this situation wasn’t something that actually happened or one of his dreams, it must be one of Lan WangJi’s dreams. Wei WuXian enjoyed the spectacle, “Lan Zhan, you understand me so well. This is exactly what I wanted to say.”

However, he didn’t notice that Lan WangJi currently looked a bit anxious.

There, Wei Ying rambled on, “Copying scriptures is so boring. How about I teach you these things while you copy them? Just think of it as a thank you for guiding me…”

After holding back his ranting for so long, Lan Zhan finally couldn’t take it anymore. Bichen shot forward. The two swords clashed, and both were thrown out the window. Seeing Suibian fall from his hand, Wei Ying was slightly startled, “Hey, my sword!”

Screaming, he was about to jump out the window and grab his sword when Lan Zhan lunged at him from behind and pushed him to the ground. Wei Ying’s head hit the ground. He quickly began to struggle, and the two of them immediately began fighting. Wei Ying kicked with all his might, elbows clashing, but he couldn’t break free from Lan Zhan’s grip, as if he were wrapped in an impenetrable iron net. “Lan Zhan! What are you doing, Lan Zhan! I’m joking, I’m joking! Why are you so serious?!”

Lan Zhan grabbed her wrist, pressing her body against his back. His voice was low, “What do you want to teach me?”

His tone sounded cold, but it was as if a volcano was about to erupt in his eyes.

Initially, they were fairly evenly matched in terms of skill. Due to a careless move, Wei Ying was pinned to the ground, vulnerable. He could only feign ignorance, “No? Did I say something?”

Lan Zhan, “You didn’t do it?”

Wei Ying answered confidently, “No!”

He started again, “Don’t act so serious, Lan Zhan, don’t take everything I say so seriously. I can’t believe how you could believe all that nonsense. What are you so angry about? I’ll stop, okay? Hurry up and let go of me. I haven’t even finished copying today’s scriptures. I’ll stop, I’ll stop.”

Hearing this, Lan Zhan’s face calmed and he seemed to relax his arm slightly. However, just as Wei Ying grabbed his wrist, he grinned mischievously and slapped it with his palm.

However, as if he had been on guard for a long time, Lan Zhan caught Wei Ying as he attacked, restraining him once again. This time, he was even harder, and Wei Ying’s wrist was twisted even more severely. He exclaimed, “I told you I was joking! Lan Zhan! Can’t you take a joke?!”

Fire seemed to dance in Lan Zhan’s eyes. Without saying anything, he tore off the ribbon on his forehead and wrapped it three times around Wei Ying’s hand below him, locking it with a quick knot.

With such an incident, Wei WuXian was completely dumbfounded, watching from the side!

A moment later, he finally turned to look at Lan WangJi beside him, only to discover that although Lan WangJi’s face was still snow-white, without the slightest hint of red, his earlobes had turned pink.

Wei WuXian crept closer, heading towards the bad thing, “Lan Er-gege… there seems to be something wrong with this dream of yours, huh?”

“…” Lan WangJi suddenly stood up, “Stop looking!”

Wei WuXian immediately grabbed her, who was just about to get up and leave, “Don’t go! I still want to see what happens in your dream. We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet, have we?”

By the table in the Library Pavilion, Wei Ying howled for a while, tied up by Lan Zhan. After calming down, he tried to reason with Lan Zhan, “Lan Zhan, a true man uses his tongue, not his fists. You’ll be narrow-minded if you keep doing this. Think carefully. Have I ever said anything about you?”

Lan Zhan breathed silently, his voice cold, “Think about it yourself, what you said about me.”

Wei Ying protested, “I just said you’re an amateur, you don’t understand some things. Right? There are some adult things you don’t understand, right? Treating me like this just because you got caught—what are you if not narrow-minded?”

Lan Zhan was indifferent, “Who said I don’t understand?”

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow, grinning, “Ohhhhh, really? Don’t be so stubborn. It would be such a surprise if you actually did it hahahahahaha… Ah!”

Suddenly he exclaimed, because Lan Zhan suddenly grabbed part of his body below.

Lan Zhan’s handsome yet still somewhat childish face was cold as he repeated, “Who said I don’t understand?”

Wei WuXian hugged Lan WangJi tightly, almost biting his earlobe, “Yes, who says you don’t understand? What you think during the day, you dream at night. Lan Zhan, tell me the truth, you really wanted to do this to me in the past, right? I don’t believe it… you’re just like HanGuang-Jun.”

Although Lan WangJi remained expressionless, the pink blush had already crept up his blond neck. The fingers resting on his knees curled imperceptibly.

There, with his manhood taken, the young Wei Ying gasped several times, “What are you doing, Lan Zhan?! Are you crazy?!”

Lan Zhan’s entire body was already sandwiched between Wei Ying’s legs. This position certainly made one feel threatened. Seeing his disadvantage, Wei Ying immediately changed his words, “… No, no, no! No one said you don’t understand! L-L-L-Let go of me first—let’s talk things over!”

He flailed his arms frantically, but the GusuLan Sect’s forehead ribbon was made of fine fabric. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free from its bonds. With a few more swings, he spotted a book that had landed nearby and immediately grabbed it, throwing it at Lan Zhan in the hope that the sacred illustrations would bring him to his senses. “Calm down!”

The book initially hit Lan Zhan’s chest before landing between Wei Ying’s wide-open legs, flipping a few pages. Lan Zhan lowered his head, unable to move his eyes anymore.

Coincidentally, the page happened to feature an illustration depicting a highly indecent position in a very daring manner. Furthermore, both figures depicted were men!

Wei WuXian remembered that the collection he had shown Lan WangJi back then had nothing to do with sleeve cuts, so there was definitely no such page. He couldn’t help but admire it once more. The details in Lan WangJi’s dream… were so complete that he almost gasped in amazement!

Lan Zhan lowered his head, staring unblinkingly at the page. Wei Ying also looked at the illustration. Instantly, he felt a little awkward, “…Umm…” He lamented repeatedly in his heart. Insisting that actions speak louder than words, he used all his strength to pull his leg back and kick forward. However, with just one hand, Lan Zhan grabbed the back of his knee and spread his legs wider. He stripped Wei Ying of his belt and pants in just a few movements.

Wei Ying felt his lower body go cold. Looking down, he felt his heart go cold as well, and he exclaimed, “What are you doing, Lan Zhan?!”

Beside him, Wei WuXian was completely engrossed in watching, so excited that he shouted in his heart, “  What do you think?! He’s going to do that to you!”

Without pants, Wei Ying’s slender, white legs were completely bare as she kicked them. Lan Zhan pressed her legs down. Following the illustration, his right hand searched for the firm, fleshy spot between her snow-white cheeks.

Wei Ying’s entire lower half was tightly restrained. Even when his private area was forcefully touched, he had nowhere to hide. With two fingers, Lan Zhan rubbed the pink spot. Wei Ying shivered. A flash of embarrassment flashed across his face, but he forced himself to resist and struggled with all his might, writhing uncontrollably. The young man on top of Wei Ying, on the other hand, continued to calmly massage the spot with his right hand, his eyelids drooping and his lips pursed. Slowly, he exerted more force, until the spot gradually softened. From the rubbing, a pink slit opened slightly, shyly swallowing a small portion of the ring finger.

Wei WuXian glanced at Lan WangJi with a smirk, “So this is why you refused to come here earlier, HanGuang-Jun. Doing something like that to me in your dream and me seeing it—you really want to hide in a hole, huh?”

Lan Wangji sat upright beside him. He lowered his head, his eyelashes trembling.

Propping his chin on his hand, Wei WuXian faced the scene, watching his younger self being pinned down by the younger Lan Zhan. He grinned, “If you could still dream of it after that, HanGuang-Jun, you should have done it to me back then. I…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Lan WangJi grabbed his hand and pushed him to the ground, covering his lips with his own. Wei WuXian could feel his cheeks flush, as well as his heart pounding. He felt a little ticklish. When those wet lips parted, he murmured, “What, embarrassed again?”

Lan WangJi’s breathing was extremely ragged. He didn’t answer. Wei WuXian, “Or… are you even hard?”

At the same time, Wei Ying let out a long groan while crying near the table.

Lan Zhan had already leaned his entire body on top of Wei Ying. The two were tightly connected beneath her, clearly in the process of penetration. As the hard, foreign object penetrated her body bit by bit, Wei Ying felt so uncomfortable that her legs curled up, but because her hands were tightly bound by the forehead tape, she couldn’t move at all. In pain, she banged her head against the wall several times, violently. Lan Zhan placed his hand under Wei Ying’s head for support. At the same time, he inserted his entire penis into Wei Ying.

Initially, the fleshy spot had been difficult to penetrate with even a single finger, but now it was stretched open by a large, hot, hard object. The delicate folds were spread out smoothly. Wei Ying was still somewhat dazed, as if he didn’t know what was happening. However, as Lan Zhan slowly began to push in, while looking at the illustration, Wei Ying began to moan softly involuntarily.

Wei WuXian turned to Lan WangJi, “You were small back then, Lan Zhan, but your size certainly isn’t. Besides, ‘I’ am still a virgin, so I think this will be a tough round.”

He spoke while deliberately rubbing and elbowing Lan WangJi’s leg. Now that he had witnessed a live session with Lan WangJi as the protagonist, he was incredibly aroused and wanted to experience the power of his erection again.

Soon after, Lan WangJi ripped off his pants and the bottom hem of his shirt without a word, while Wei WuXian naturally opened his legs and wrapped them around his waist. Lan WangJi held his erection and squeezed it at the entrance.

The two of them made love almost every day. Both Wei WuXian’s body and heart had long known Lan WangJi. He hugged Lan WangJi’s neck tightly and took a deep breath, then he was stabbed by the sword.

The entry process went quite smoothly. The soft entrance and the warm, moist interior tightly sucked in the intruding object, as if destined to embrace the object above it. Soon, from where they were connected, a moist swish and the sound of flesh clashing could be heard. 

Lan WangJi’s penis was impressively heavy, and its shape was slightly curved upwards. With each thrust, it rubbed precisely against the softest and most sensitive spot on her inner walls. Each time it touched, both of them felt a swirling wave of pleasure.

Wei WuXian felt dizzy from Lan WangJi’s thrusts, his stomach contracting intermittently. He shivered from head to toe, arching his neck in pleasure. From this angle, he could barely see the sixteen-year-old Wei Ying in Lan WangJi’s dream, who was also experiencing the pleasure.

He lay among the scattered books on the ground, his wrists bound and pinned weakly above his head. The red ribbon had long since disappeared. His hair was a mess, and he was on the verge of crying, tears blurring his narrowed eyes. Above him, Lan Zhan labored for a moment. As if thinking Wei Ying’s legs weren’t far enough, he grabbed Wei Ying’s legs and placed them on his shoulders before diving back down. His legs were no longer dangling, and fell into the crook of his elbows. Both the smooth lines of his legs and the muscles in his inner thighs twitched slightly. It was clear that Wei Ying, too, was driven mad by the curvy, burning object that was constantly penetrating him. This was his first time, and he could do nothing but hold on tightly to Lan Zhan’s shoulders as if he were drowning. He probably didn’t even know where he was, let alone remember that his current suffering was caused by something that was destroying his body.

Seeing his sixteen-year-old self blush and tremble as he was fucked by the sixteen-year-old Lan Zhan, Wei WuXian felt like it still wasn’t enough. The young Lan Zhan should have been rougher, more ferocious, and bullied the young Wei Ying until she cried. This was far from enough.

Within the narrow space of the Library Pavilion, the two passionate acts were taking place. Wei Ying, who had been feeling somewhat dazed, seemed to be brought back to his senses by the sound of flesh slapping. Staring at the ceiling of the Library Pavilion, he shivered before slowly shifting his gaze downwards, as if wanting to see what was happening beneath him, but lacking the courage. Coincidentally, after Lan Zhan had worked hard for a while, he lifted Wei Ying’s thighs and draped them over his shoulders. After he leaned forward and attacked again, Wei Ying’s waist curved into a flexible arc. Through the blurry reflection of tears, he could see what was happening between her buttocks.

The small, clean pink dot was now a deep red from Lan Zhan’s penis, its edges so swollen it almost looked pitiful. The weapon, long and hard, continued to thrust. Milky secretions, thin streaks of blood, and a clear fluid of unknown origin rippled around the junction, making a mess. And in front, his own penis was also slightly raised, spraying a white fluid from the tip.

Seeing the horror, Wei Ying was shocked to the point of being speechless. Not long after, he suddenly struggled with all his might, exerted all his strength, and broke free from Lan Zhan’s grip. Turning around, he crawled forward on his knees, wanting to escape.

For a long time, she was violently fucked, pinned to the ground. She had long since lost all her energy. Her thighs and knees trembled as she only staggered forward slightly before falling to the ground. This position exposed her round, snow-white buttocks high in the air. White and red fluids dripped from the hole, flowing down her thighs. The insides of her thighs were covered in red and purple handprints, enough to arouse one’s sadistic desires with just a glance.

And all of this was reflected right in Lan Zhan’s eyes, who was right behind him. With a sharp gaze, he chased after him without a word. Wei Ying felt something grip his waist. He froze in place, and the space that had been empty for a few seconds was instantly filled back up.

He groaned and whispered, “No…”

Having endured so much torture, she was now soft and slippery, easily able to swallow the entire erection that had just invaded her. Wei Ying thrashed on the mattress, her body shifting forward with each thrust. Fear flashed across her face. In the past, when she went to the mountains to play, she had always seen wild animals mating in this position. So, when he entered her from behind, it was natural for her to feel even more embarrassed, her stomach tightening. Pinching her waist, Lan Zhan fucked her even harder, still without any method. After a few moments of such intensity, Wei Ying finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Half of his face and upper body were pressed to the ground by a tremendous force. He babbled incoherently, “P-Spare me, spare me… Lan Zhan, Second Young Master Lan, spare me…”

Aside from producing deeper and faster penetration, this kind of pleading was of course completely useless. Wei WuXian laughed, “Oh my, I’m almost at my limit. Please don’t let her come no matter what. The right thing to do is to fuck her to the hilt… ​​Ah…”

Lan WangJi lifted him up so that Wei WuXian was sitting on top of him. His weight forced Wei WuXian to swallow the rod even deeper, so deep that his brows furrowed and his face twitched slightly. He immediately turned his attention to riding Lan WangJi, adjusting his position. He no longer had the energy to make shameless comments.

As the swishing sounds and the sound of bodies slapping each other grew louder, Wei Ying’s cries also grew more miserable, “Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan… What… Did you hear me… Too deep… Don’t go in too deep… My stomach hurts…”

Every time Lan Zhan thrust in, it felt like he was going to pierce through him. The absolute power was in stark contrast to his current face. Wei Ying was already red and numb from the attacks. His entire lower body was barely feeling anymore. He struggled to move forward, but each time he was pulled back roughly, forced to accept Lan Zhan’s thrusts all the way through his body. After several repetitions, he muttered almost as if on his last breath, “Listen to me… Listen to me, outside, th-there are people waiting for me. Jiang Cheng and the others… are still waiting for me outside… Ah!”

Hearing this, Lan Zhan suddenly pulled away from his body and turned it over.

Wei Ying whimpered with tears in her eyes and immediately curled up into a ball, as if trying to hide herself like a baby. Her body was erect, almost reaching climax. Liquid pooled at the tip of her thighs, dripping down. It was a truly incredible sight. The hole, which had been used so much for so long, was swollen, yet it still opened and closed occasionally, leaking white and red fluid. It was as if it was hungry and didn’t want Lan Zhan to leave her body.

Wei WuXian, on the other hand, allowed his waist and hips to be supported by Lan WangJi as he rode him. Even now, Lan WangJi’s face was cold and elegant. If not for his slightly labored breathing, it would be impossible to tell what he was doing just by looking at his face. It would be even harder to guess that right now, he was cupping Wei WuXian’s buttocks with both hands, kneading and squeezing without restraint, leaving blue and purple marks on the two round parts. He then lowered his head and took the red dot on Wei WuXian’s left chest into his lips, biting it gently. As Wei WuXian swallowed his member in and out, the wet, purple shaft disappeared repeatedly into the deep slit. The feeling was so good that his scalp tingled.

There, Lan Zhan stared at Wei Ying for a moment, who looked almost faint. Suddenly, he tore off her clothes and pinched the pink spot on her left breast before burying her back into his body.

Wei Ying could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Her entire body felt incredibly sensitive. How could she be treated like this? She groaned, her stomach tightening. Tears immediately flowed freely.

Lan Zhan seemed to be furious with the two buds on her chest, rubbing and pinching them so hard that they were erect and swollen red. With every touch, Wei Ying’s inner walls contracted violently. Her warm, soft flesh sucked in the knife’s blade tightly, perfectly contouring Lan Zhan’s figure.

Wei Ying cried, “Lan Zhan, I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have called you an amateur, I shouldn’t have said you don’t understand, I won’t teach you anymore. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, do you hear me? Second Young Master Lan, Lan Er-gege…”

Hearing the sweet, nasal tone at the end of the word, Lan Zhan’s movements slowed slightly. He was indeed showing pity. With drooping eyes, he leaned in close to Wei Ying’s face and gently kissed her thin, pleading lips.

Wei Ying felt as if his entire lower body had been crushed by a boulder. He felt a burning heat beneath him and a dull ache around his waist, while his nipples were still being groped. He was just beginning to drift off to sleep when he suddenly felt the assault beneath him slow down somewhat. Their foreheads touched as two cool lips approached. It tasted faintly sweet. He opened his eyes. As he saw Lan Zhan’s long, dark eyelashes less than an inch apart as he kissed him with devotion, he somehow felt a tinge of comfort.

So, Wei Ying opened her mouth, sucking on Lan Zhan’s lips gently. She murmured, “…I want more…”

What he meant was a kiss, but Lan Zhan misunderstood and increased his speed. Wei Ying flinched a few times. He immediately wrapped his arms around Wei Ying’s neck and took the initiative in the kiss.

At first, Wei Ying only thought such a long, hard object was truly terrifying, poking at her insides. But after a while, she discovered sensations other than pain, soreness, and fatigue, which gradually aroused her. Especially when Lan Zhan’s slightly curved erection pressed hard against a certain spot inside her, it felt as if a current was flowing through her body, sending so much pleasure that she trembled. He grew harder and harder in front of her, releasing more and more white fluid. She couldn’t control her body from moving her hips. Sometimes, when Lan Zhan didn’t hit the right spot, she would move her lower half forward and try her best to accommodate. What came out of her mouth was no longer a plea.

Wei Ying, “… Ge… Er-Gege… Lan Er-Gege… T-… Tolong…”

Lan Zhan took a breath, his voice deep, “What?”

Wei Ying cupped both of her cheeks and kissed her relentlessly, whispering, “Do it there, like before, touch that spot, okay…?”

As she wished, Lan Zhan rocked his hips in her direction. Some of these thrusts felt incredibly heavy. Wei Ying cried out in shock, her limbs twisting around him as she exclaimed, “What…”

Lan Zhan had pursed his lips, concentrating on the kiss.

Wei WuXian also lingered in the kiss with Lan WangJi, his tongue tracing the outline of Lan WangJi’s lips. Hearing what was happening there, Wei WuXian said, “HanGuang-Jun, you go over there.”

A sweaty Lan Zhan hugged Wei Ying, who was also lying quietly on the crumpled mat. Wei Ying’s chest rose and fell, her eyes still somewhat blurry. The two hadn’t separated. She continued to suck on Lan Zhan’s penis tightly. His semen was sealed inside, not a drop leaking out.

Wei WuXian grinned, “Look over here. Shouldn’t we also…”

Lan WangJi nodded and laid him down on the mattress. His hips steady, he thrusted a few times before releasing into Wei WuXian.

Wei WuXian let out a sigh of relief. It felt amazing, but his back and buttocks weren’t made of steel. After so much play and watching his two younger brothers, he was almost exhausted. However, Lan WangJi didn’t come immediately. Instead, still inside him, he adjusted them to a different position.

Wei WuXian, “HanGuang-… Jun?”

Lan Wangji smiled faintly. He leaned close to the man’s ear and spoke a few soft words.

Wei WuXian, “… Umm, wait? I mean, slept with him, I mean, the young Lan Zhan in your dream slept with me? I mean, didn’t I… Lan Zhan? Er-Ge-… Ge? Have mercy on me!!!”