Chapter 119: Extra—Incense Burner (Part Two)

The second morning, Wei WuXian somehow woke up earlier than Lan WangJi. His legs were shaking all day.

The tapir incense burner* was confiscated and examined by them for quite some time. Wei WuXian disassembled and reassembled it, but he still couldn’t understand the mystery behind it.

*TN: This refers to the mythological animals that incense burners are made of. These creatures are often associated with dreams.

Sitting by the table, Wei WuXian pondered, “If the problem isn’t with the incense, there must be a problem with the incense burner. It’s so strange. It feels so real, even Empathy might be unmatched. Has it ever been recorded in the Library Pavilion?”

Lan WangJi shook his head.

If he shook his head, it meant that no one had ever recorded it. Wei WuXian, “Oh, well, never mind. Its potency is already exhausted. We should store it well for now so that others don’t accidentally touch it. If a spiritual tool expert comes to visit us, we can bring it out again and ask them.”

They both thought that the incense burner’s efficacy had run out, but what happened was beyond their expectations.

That night, after making love, Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi fell asleep side by side, lying inside the Jingshi.

Soon, he opened his eyes again, only to find himself lying under the magnolia tree outside the Library Pavilion. Sunlight shone on his face through the branches. Wei WuXian squinted, covering his eyes with his hands. He slowly got up.

But this time, Lan WangJi was not beside him.

Wei WuXian cupped his right hand around his lips, shouting, “Lan Zhan!”

No one answered. Wei WuXian wondered,  It seems that the power of the incense burner has not been exhausted. But where is Lan Zhan? Don’t tell me I’m the only one affected by the remaining power of the incense burner?

In front of the magnolia trees was a small path of white gravel. A group of GusuLan Sect disciples, dressed in white robes and with forehead ribbons, walked along carrying books, as if they were about to attend morning lectures. No one glanced at Wei WuXian, still unable to see him. Wei WuXian climbed up to the Library Pavilion and stole a glance. Lan WangJi was nowhere to be seen, neither the older nor the younger. So he descended again, beginning his aimless journey along the Cloud Recesses.

Soon, he overheard two boys whispering. He walked closer, and found one of their voices quite familiar, “…No one has ever kept anything inside the Cloud Recess. Doing such a thing is truly unheard of.”

After a moment of silence, the other boy replied somewhat wearily, “I know. But… I promised. I can’t break my promise.”

Wei WuXian took the object and glanced at it furtively. As he had expected, Lan XiChen and Lan WangJi were chatting among the green grass.

It was a bright spring day with a gentle breeze. The two young brothers looked like two perfect pieces of jade, reflecting each other. Both were dressed in snow-white robes, their sleeves wide and their forehead ribbons fluttering in the wind, almost like a painting. Lan WangJi was also only about sixteen years old at the time. He frowned slightly, as if he was worried about something. He held a white rabbit in his arms, sniffing its pink nose, and beside his feet was another rabbit, its long ears perked up as it clung to his boots, trying to climb up.

Lan XiChen, “How could the casual words of those two boys be taken as a serious promise? Is it really because of this?”

Lan WangJi stared at the ground and said nothing.

Lan XiChen smiled, “Alright. If Uncle asks about this, you have to explain it properly. You’ve been spending too much time on it lately.”

Lan WangJi nodded earnestly, “Thank you, Big Brother.” After a pause, he added, “…They won’t affect my studies.”

Lan XiChen, “I know, WangJi. But don’t tell Uncle who gave you this. Otherwise, in his anger, he’ll have you send him away no matter what.”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi hugged the rabbit even tighter. Lan XiChen smiled. He reached out and poked the rabbit’s pink nose with his fingertip, then walked away leisurely.

After she left, Lan WangJi stood there for a moment, thinking. The rabbit occasionally flicked its ears, resting comfortably in his arms. The rabbit at his feet hugged him even tighter. Lan WangJi glanced at it before bending down and picking it up as well. He placed both rabbits in his arms, stroking them gently. The gentleness of his hands contrasted with his expression.

Wei WuXian felt his heart tingle just by looking at the scene. He walked out from behind the tree, wanting to get closer to the young Lan WangJi. However, the rabbits fell from Lan WangJi’s hands, and the atmosphere immediately changed. He turned around. Upon seeing who it was, his sharp gaze immediately wavered, “…You?!”

He was surprised, but Wei WuXian was even more surprised, “You can see me?”

This was definitely the strangest thing. Logically, those in dreams shouldn’t be able to see him. But at this moment, Lan WangJi stared intently at him, “Of course I can. You’re… Wei Ying?”

The young man before him looked to be over twenty, definitely no older than fifteen. However, he did share Wei WuXian’s face. Lan WangJi couldn’t recognize the intruder’s identity, but he remained vigilant. If he were holding his sword right now, he might have already drawn Bichen. 

Wei WuXian reacted very quickly. He immediately changed his expression, “It’s me!”

Hearing that, Lan WangJi’s face grew even more worried as he took a few steps back. Wei WuXian’s expression and tone were hurt, “Lan Zhan, I went to the trouble of coming back and finding you—how could you treat me like this?

Lan WangJi, “Are you… really Wei Ying?”

Wei WuXian, “Tentu saja”.

Lan WangJi, “Then why does your appearance look different?”

Wei WuXian, “It’s a long story. Here’s the story: I am indeed Wei WuXian, but I’m Wei WuXian from seven years in the future. Seven years later, I found a powerful device that allows me to travel back in time. I was examining it when I accidentally touched it—and here I am!”

His explanation was so absurd that it wouldn’t even fool a child. Lan WangJi’s voice was cold, “How can you prove it?”

Wei WuXian, “How do you want me to do it? I know everything about you. The rabbit you’re hugging and the one by your feet—they’re all mine, right? You seemed reluctant when you accepted them, but now you refuse to let them go even when your brother tells you not to. Have you fallen in love?”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi’s expression changed slightly. He seemed to want to say something, but stopped midway, “I…”

Wei WuXian walked a few steps closer, spreading his arms and grinning widely, “What’s wrong? Embarrassed?”

Seeing how strange his actions were, Lan WangJi looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, his face full of caution as he stepped further back. Wei WuXian hadn’t seen Lan WangJi face him like that in a long time. He laughed secretly while pretending to be angry, “What do you mean? Why are you avoiding me? Very good, Lan Zhan—we’ve been husband and wife for ten years, and now you’ve forgotten me so easily?”

With this, Lan WangJi’s handsome and cold face instantly changed.

He started. “… For ten years? You… and I? … are husband and wife?!”

It was only eleven words, but he only managed to say them after a few pauses. Wei WuXian seemed to finally realize something, “Oh, I forgot. You don’t know about this yet. If I add up the numbers, it seems like we just met? Did I just leave the Cloud Recesses? Don’t worry. Let me tell you a secret—just a few more years, and we’ll be cultivation partners!”

Lan WangJi, “…Cultivation partner?”

Wei WuXian boasted, “That’s right! The one who practices dual cultivation every day. It’s a proper and orthodox marriage—we even kowtowed.”

Lan WangJi was so angry that his chest heaved slightly. A moment later, a few words escaped his clenched teeth, “…Nonsense!”

Wei WuXian, “You’ll know if it’s nonsense or not if you keep listening to it a little longer. When you sleep, you like to hug me tightly, and you have to hug me or you won’t be able to sleep; every time you kiss me, it always feels like it lasts so long, and when you’re done, you like to bite me lightly before leaving; oh, right, you also like to bite me when we do other things, like on my body…”

Ever since the words “hug me tightly,” Lan WangJi’s expression changed. The longer he listened, the more intense his reaction became. It was as if he was about to cover his ears to block out the obscene words, lunging forward, ready to attack, “Nonsense!”

Wei WuXian dodged to the side, “Bullshit again? At least change it up a bit! And how do you know I’m talking nonsense? Isn’t that just how you are?”

Lan WangJi said word by word, “I… have never kissed… so how can I know what I like… when I…!”

Wei WuXian thought for a moment, “You’re not wrong. You’ve never kissed anyone at your age, so of course you don’t know what you’re like when you kiss someone. Want to try it now?”

“…” Lan WangJi was so angry that he forgot to summon the disciples and capture the suspicious intruder. He launched attack after attack, aiming straight for Lan WangJi’s wrist*. However, he was still young at the time. Wei WuXian was far more skilled, easily dodging the attacks. Seeing an opening, he pinched Lan WangJi’s arm, and Lan WangJi’s movements stopped. Taking this opportunity, Wei WuXian planted a light kiss on Lan WangJi’s cheek.

*TN: On the wrist, where the blood vessels are located and the pulse can be felt, there is an acupuncture point that is said to be deadly.

“…”

After kissing, Wei WuXian let go of Lan WangJi’s arm and untied it.

However, Lan WangJi had become a frozen statue, and for a long time he remained like that, dazed.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…” Wei WuXian laughed until he woke up from his dream.

She laughed so hard she nearly rolled out of bed. Luckily, Lan WangJi’s arm was always around her waist. With her laughter, her entire body shook as she woke up, jolting Lan WangJi out of his sleep as well. The two of them sat up together.

Lan WangJi lowered his head, massaging his temples with one hand, “Just now, I…”

Wei WuXian, “Did you just dream about meeting the twenty-something me when you were fifteen?”

“…” Lan WangJi looked at him, “Incense burner.”

Wei WuXia nodded, “I thought I entered the dream again because of the incense burner’s effects, but who would have thought you were the one who was affected more severely.”

Tonight’s situation was different from before. The young Lan Zhan in the dream was Lan WangJi himself.

Those who dream often don’t realize they’re dreaming. So, Lan WangJi truly thought he was fifteen years old in his dream. At first, the dream felt real—morning lectures, walks, and taking care of rabbits. However, he encountered Wei WuXian, who had snuck into his dream and intended to cause trouble. After being caught, what followed was a relentless series of teasing.

Wei WuXian, “I can’t do it anymore, Lan Zhan. The way you look hugging your rabbit and not letting it go, scared to death that your brother and uncle won’t let you have it—I love you so much. Hahahahaha…”

Lan WangJi didn’t know how to answer, “…It’s already late at night. Your laughter might disturb others.”

Wei WuXian, “You think we’re quiet every night? Why are you up so early? Get up a little later, and I’ll drag you to the remote mountains of your sect and do bad things with you, letting young Lan-Ergege have her first taste of the good things in life, hahahaha…”

Lan WangJi watched him roll around on the side. He couldn’t find the words. After sitting for a while, he suddenly reached out and pressed Wei WuXian down onto the bed.

The two of them thought that after the second night, the incense burner’s power would have worn off. However, on the third night, Wei WuXian woke up again in Lan WangJi’s dream.

Dressed in black, she strolled leisurely down the white gravel path of the Cloud Recesses, Chenqing’s red tassels swaying with each step. Soon, the sound of reading from a textbook could be heard.

The voice came from Lanshi. Wei WuXian strode proudly into the room. As he had expected, several Lan Sect disciples were studying at night inside. Lan QiRen wasn’t there. Lan WangJi remained watching.

The Lan WangJi in tonight’s dream still looked young, but he looked more like the one Wei WuXian had seen in Xuanwu Cave, around seventeen or eighteen. His face exuded the elegance of a distinguished cultivator, yet he still exuded the light green aura of a young man. He sat attentively at the front of the room. When someone came forward to ask a question, he would glance at him briefly before quickly answering, his serious expression a stark contrast to his youthful appearance.

Wei WuXian leaned against a pillar outside Lanshi. After observing for a moment, he quietly climbed onto the roof and placed Chenqing near his lips.

Inside Lanshi, Lan WangJi paused for a moment. One of the boys asked, “Young Master, what’s wrong?”

Lan WangJi, “Who is playing the flute at a time like this?”

The boys looked at each other. Quickly, one of them replied, “I don’t hear a flute?”

Hearing this, Lan WangJi frowned slightly. He stood up and exited the door, holding his sword, just as Wei WuXian put away his flute and landed nimbly on another rooftop with a jump.

Lan WangJi noticed the movement, then ordered in a low voice, “Who is it?!”

Wei WuXian let out two crisp whistles from under his tongue. His voice could be heard from dozens of meters away. He laughed, “That’s your husband!”

Hearing that voice, Lan WangJi’s expression changed. He was uncertain, “Wei Ying?”

Wei WuXian didn’t answer. Lan WangJi unsheathed Bichen from his back and chased after him. With a few leaps, Wei WuXian landed on the high walls of the Cloud Recesses. He stood up, stepping on the roof tiles. Lan WangJi landed as well, standing a few feet away. Holding Bichen, his forehead ribbon, his sleeves, and the bottom of his robe fluttered in the night breeze, like a celestial being.

Wei WuXian put his hands behind his back, grinning, “What a handsome man with such charming movements. With such a view, it would be perfect if there was a big jar of Emperor’s Smile.”

Lan WangJi stared at him sharply. A moment later, he said, “Wei Ying, what business do you have visiting the Cloud Recesses at night without being invited?”

Wei WuXian, “Coba tebak?”

“…” Lan WangJi, “Ridiculous!”

The Bichen sword slashed, but Wei WuXian easily dodged it. The young Lan WangJi was already skilled with a sword, but in front of the current Wei WuXian, he posed no real threat. With just a few slashes, he managed to exploit an opening and send a talisman flying at Lan WangJi’s chest. Lan WangJi froze, unable to move, while Wei WuXian grabbed him and ran toward the mountains behind the Cloud Recesses.

Wei WuXian found a dense thicket of herbs. Lan WangJi sat there, leaning against a white stone. “What do you want?”

Wei WuXian pinched her cheek, his face serious, “Rape.”

Lan WangJi didn’t know whether he was joking or not, his face paled, “Wei Ying, you… mustn’t act recklessly.”

Wei WuXian laughed, “You know me. I like to act rashly.” As he spoke, he reached under Lan WangJi’s thick layers and squeezed his vitals.

The pressure was applied with great skill, between light and heavy. Instantly, Lan WangJi’s expression turned playful.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he pursed his lips, finally managing to control his expression and pretend to be calm. However, Wei WuXian went further, untying his sash and stripping off his underwear in just a few movements. He weighed the heavy object in his hands, completely out of place with Lan WangJi’s delicate features, praising from the bottom of his heart, “You’ve truly been talented since childhood, HanGuang-Jun.”

After speaking, he even waved the stick lightly. With his private parts being toyed with like this, Lan WangJi looked like he was about to die of anger. He also didn’t have the energy left to think about who HanGuang-Jun was, his voice hoarse, “Wei Ying!!!”

Wei WuXian sneered, “Scream all you want. No one will come to save you even if you scream until your throat is hoarse.”

Lan WangJi was about to speak again when he watched Wei WuXian finish laughing and, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, sink down to swallow his length below.

Shock exploded in Lan WangJi’s eyes. He couldn’t believe what was happening, his entire body stiffening.

Seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi was still shrouded in childishness, but the size of the erection was definitely not to be underestimated. Wei WuXian slowly inserted it into his mouth. Before he could even swallow it all, he felt the slippery tip hit the wall of his throat. The erection was thick and burning. The inside of his mouth could even feel his strong pulse. His cheeks were also puffed out from the foreign object. Despite the difficulty, he still patiently pushed the rest of the object deeper into his throat.

Wei WuXian was indeed quite experienced with Lan WangJi’s member. He exerted all his strength, sucking and licking vigorously, as if he were savoring the delicacy with devotion. Even with Lan WangJi’s skin so fair and not the slightest bit red, he still blushed at the neck and ears, his breath shallow. Wei WuXian spent so much time sucking and swallowing that his cheeks ached, yet there was still no release. He was quite confused as to what was happening—there was no way he wasn’t skilled enough to handle the seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi. However, he looked up, only to find Lan WangJi’s face full of endurance. The shaft was clearly as hard as iron, yet he remained stubborn, refusing to let go as if he were trying to protect his last line of defense.

He found it quite amusing, and his desire for mischief returned. The moist tip of his tongue licked the slit above his thick penis head repeatedly. After several deep sucks, Lan WangJi finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and released him.

His ejaculation was rather thick, its musky scent lingering in his throat. Wei WuXian straightened up, coughing lightly as he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. As before, he swallowed it all. Lan WangJi, on the other hand, stared fixedly at Wei WuXian with bloodshot eyes, speechless, whether it was his body’s response to the orgasm or simply anger and embarrassment.

Wei WuXian felt his heart melt at the sight of her so humiliated face. He kissed her cheek gently, “Okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bullied you.”

As she spoke she wiped her fingers on the fluid that had just come out then pulled her hand back, untying her sash to remove her undergarment.

Wei WuXian had slender legs, his thighs as white as jade, lined with smooth muscles. His buttocks were round and plump, creating quite a pleasing sight. Leaning against the rock, Lan WangJi could certainly see all of that and more happening beneath Wei WuXian’s body.

Kneeling on the grass, Wei WuXian turned around and lay face down on the ground, facing away from Lan WangJi. He moved his blood-stained fingers toward his lower body. The hole was hidden behind a deep slit. Wei WuXian only revealed the pink patch after slightly parting his cheeks. The slit felt soft and somewhat tender. It had been tightly closed at first, but as Wei WuXian gently massaged Lan WangJi’s semen around it with his two long fingers, the hole began to open, almost shyly swallowing his fingertips. Wei WuXian inserted his fingers slowly and firmly before starting to move them in and out. A moment later, he began to speed up a little, and his front became even more erect.

As the sound of splashing water began to sound from behind, Wei WuXian inserted a third finger. He sighed softly, as if it was already too much for him. He was well aware of his own abilities, and his fingers slowed down again.

In the middle of the night, these details shouldn’t have been clearly visible, but Lan WangJi’s senses were sharp, especially his eyesight. He couldn’t help but watch the arousing scene unfold before his eyes, somehow unable to even look away.

In bed, Wei WuXian loved to reach the climax with Lan WangJi. If he released too early, he avoided sensitive areas inside her during the fingering process. However, Lan WangJi always took good care of his sensitive spots. Right now, because he was never satisfied, his inner walls tensed more than usual, contracting repeatedly as if he were dissatisfied. When his fingers occasionally missed that spot, his hips would slump uncontrollably, driving that spot into his fingers. With a few of these close touches, Wei WuXian felt his thighs tremble weakly, almost unable to kneel any longer. He quickly withdrew his fingers, taking a moment to compose himself. Turning around, he caught Lan WangJi off guard by the sudden eye contact. Lan WangJi immediately closed his eyes.

Wei WuXian grinned, “Hey, Lan Zhan, what are you doing? Reciting the Lan Sect’s rules in your heart?”

With a correct guess, Lan Wangji’s eyelashes fluttered. He looked like he wanted to open his eyes, but ultimately held back.

Wei WuXian continued lazily, “Look at me, okay? What are you afraid of? I won’t do anything bad to you.”

His voice sounded pleasant at first. When he said those words, his tone was so languid and frivolous that it almost sounded like a light joke. However, it was as if Lan WangJi was determined not to look, not to listen, not to speak, and definitely not to pay any attention to him, refusing to be affected. Wei WuXian, “Are you really going to be so cruel as to not look at me?”

After a few more teasing words, Wei WuXian raised his eyebrows when he saw that Lan WangJi hadn’t opened his eyes yet. “Alright, then, I’ll borrow your Bichen for a bit. You don’t mind, right?”

While speaking, he picked up the fallen Bichen.

Lan WangJi’s eyes opened wide, his voice hoarse, “What are you going to do?!”

Wei WuXian, “What do you think I’m going to do?”

Lan WangJi, “… I don’t know!”

Wei WuXian, “If you don’t know what I’m going to do, why are you so anxious?”

Lan WangJi, “I! I…”

Wei WuXian looked at him with a grin. He waved Bichen away before leaning down and gently kissing the hilt of Bichen’s sword. Immediately after, he stuck out the tip of his crimson tongue and began licking the hilt.

The Bichen sword was somewhat transparent, as if made of ice and snow, but its hilt was forged from refined pure silver. It was quite heavy, and its carvings were ancient and elegant. The sight before him was truly erotic. Lan WangJi looked extremely irritated. “Let go of Bichen!”

Wei WuXian, “Kenapa?”

Lan WangJi, “That’s my sword! You can’t use it for… for…”

Wei WuXian pondered, “I know it’s your sword. I really like it and want to play with it for a while. What do you think I’ll do with it?”

“…” Lan WangJi didn’t know what to say.

Wei WuXian laughed, “Hahahahahahahaha, what are you thinking, Lan Zhan?! Aren’t you a bit impudent?”

Seeing that Wei WuXian not only denied it but also countered it, Lan WangJi’s expression became one of amusement. After teasing him for a while, Wei WuXian felt extremely satisfied and continued, “If you want me to not touch your sword, you can trade it for yourself. How about it? Yes or no?”

Lan WangJi couldn’t say ‘yes’ or let him play with Lan WangJi’s sword on his own. He didn’t know how to answer that question. Wei WuXian knelt on the ground with his back straight as he crawled toward him, coaxing, “If you just say ‘yes,’ I’ll give you back your sword and do some fun things with you. Yes or no?”

A moment later, a word escaped from between Lan WangJi’s clenched teeth, “… No!”

Wei WuXian raised his eyebrows, “Hm. Remember your words.” He stepped back from Lan WangJi’s body and sat in front of him, grinning as he spread his legs, “Then, you can watch me play with Bichen.”

In a shameless position with her legs spread wide, Lan WangJi could clearly see her private parts.

Her two beautiful buttocks were slightly parted by the wide movements, revealing a pink spot between them. From the finger touch earlier, her hole was already somewhat swollen, but because of the moisture, it appeared smoother. Wei WuXian turned the blade of the Bichen around and pointed the handle towards the hole. He took a light breath. With a slight pressure, the thin folds immediately softened, sucking in the tip of the Bichen’s handle. A short piece was immediately inserted.

Bichen’s handle felt almost as cold as ice or steel, sending shivers down Wei WuXian’s spine. The coldness made the tunnel narrower, allowing a small portion of the handle to protrude. Wei WuXian immediately gripped Bichen and forced it into his body with even greater force, pushing and pulling.

The inner walls felt tight from the start, and the handle was covered in ancient carved ridges and grooves. The friction was enough to drive anyone crazy. As it squeezed at a certain point, Wei WuXian groaned softly, moving his legs closer together as he felt his head spin and his scalp tingle. He was aroused again at the front, already erect.

From Lan WangJi’s perspective, the scene was utterly disgusting. Wei WuXian lay in front of Lan WangJi, his legs spread open of his own accord, while holding Lan WangJi’s Bichen sword beneath him. The hilt was hard and cold, causing the tender entrance to swell in an almost pitiful manner. Even so, Wei WuXian continued to forcefully push and pull the sword inside him, his movements becoming faster as the thrusts became easier. He breathed lightly as he looked up at Lan WangJi with teary eyes, calling out, “Lan Zhan…”

“Lan Zhan…” The call sounded a little nasal. It sounded like a plea, or perhaps an unconscious murmur of pleasure. Either way, it was enough to confuse his mind. Lan WangJi seemed unable to close his eyes or look away, staring eagerly at his face, at the way he struggled under Bichen, at the way he shivered as he touched himself. Lan WangJi’s knuckles cracked.

On the other hand, Wei WuXian had no idea what was happening. Due to Bichen’s torture, he subconsciously pulled his legs closer together, until they were pressed together, his thighs and buttocks. The hole also sucked in the sword hilt even more. Wei WuXian sighed. Feeling his arms and legs drained, he lay on his side on the ground. Just as he was about to rest for a moment, his knees were suddenly gripped by a pair of iron-hard hands, and his legs were forced open.

Wei WuXian opened his eyes, only to meet Lan WangJi’s almost red, burning with a strange fire. He grabbed Bichen, pulled it out, and threw it far away. As soon as the sword hilt left his body, Wei WuXian groaned, as if dissatisfied.

Lan WangJi raged, “Shameless!!!”

He pressed Wei WuXian to the ground, pushing his purple, swollen penis inside. Once inside, he began thrusting with unstoppable force.

As soon as Lan WangJi entered, Wei WuXian obediently wrapped his legs around Lan WangJi’s waist and hugged his neck obediently, quite friendly. However, after a few thrusts, he felt a bit too much. Lan WangJi’s movements were too rough. Every time, he felt as if he was about to be thrown backward by the force, his buttocks and tailbone ached slightly. 

Wei WuXian exclaimed, “Softer! Er-Gege, even softer…”

Unluckily or not, Wei WuXian forgot that he was older than Lan WangJi in the dream. After accidentally saying “Er-Gege,” not only did he make Lan WangJi unable to restrain himself, but Lan WangJi instead pushed him even harder, as if he wanted to break Wei WuXian’s buttocks as punishment. 

Wei WuXian arched his neck back, taking in a labored breath amidst the storm-like rhythm, “It’s so hot!”

Bichen’s entire body radiated a chill. His shaft, lodged inside Wei WuXian, made his insides feel softer, yet still cool to the touch. Meanwhile, Lan WangJi’s manhood was thicker and warmer than Bichen’s. Thus, every time Lan WangJi sank into him, it felt like a fireball was burning inside him, so hot that Wei WuXian wanted to roll around on the ground. However, after touching himself for so long and accompanied by Lan WangJi’s rough movements, his body had long since gone limp, only able to shiver under Lan WangJi’s assault. At this moment, even though his cultivation level was far higher than Lan WangJi’s, he was still unable to resist. When he truly couldn’t take it anymore, he could only dodge to the side, twisting his waist in an attempt to escape, but Lan WangJi pinned him down. With a few more deep thrusts, he couldn’t even make a sound.

Lan WangJi’s rough yet low voice sounded beside her ear, “Who is her husband?”

At first, Wei WuXian was still dazed and unable to react. Lan WangJi asked again, with a blow so deep that he nearly died of pleasure. He rushed, “You! You! You, you’re her husband…”

It was all karma for him.

For a moment, Wei WuXian gritted his teeth and obediently endured the intercourse. The cold inner walls were rubbed warm by the friction, and it finally felt a little better. The tip of his shaft was rough, digging into him, while the tunnel itself was moist and soft, sucking and contracting sporadically. The curve of his erection inside him squeezed that spot repeatedly. Wei WuXian felt so good he might go crazy, but he just had to pretend to be weak and overwhelmed. As he moved up and down to Lan WangJi’s steady rhythm, he clung to Lan WangJi’s arm and pleaded, “…Er-Gege… Lan Zhan… Be gentler, okay? It hurts… I think I’m bleeding…”

It was indeed quite damp where the two met, and the splashing sound grew louder. Hearing this, Lan WangJi immediately looked down, and immediately froze. 

Wei WuXian whined, “Is it bleeding?”

Lan WangJi sighed heavily, “No?”

Wei WuXian, “No? Then what?”

Lan WangJi’s deep voice rang out, “You’re wet.”

No matter how long it took, Wei WuXian’s inner thighs were already covered in some kind of liquid, while Lan WangJi’s dark erection reflected the same dampness. It most likely came from within Wei WuXian. 

Wei WuXian feigned disbelief, “Really? Really?” he asked, grabbing Lan WangJi’s hand and leading him to where they met. The shaft was thick and veined, stretching the small hole to its fullest. Lan WangJi felt a handful of the viscous liquid, with their bodies tightly connected. As if pricked by a needle, he immediately withdrew his hand and looked. The liquid was transparent. As he suspected, it wasn’t blood.

Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi’s bodies were quite compatible. At the peak of passion, their bodies would naturally react on their own. However, right now, Wei WuXian was trying to tease him. Seeing his lips curl, Lan WangJi knew he’d been fooled, and he buried himself inside once more. Wei WuXian’s breath was shattered by the urge. He rushed, “…Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, let me up, let me on top, okay?”

Lan WangJi looked hesitant, as if he didn’t understand what Wei WuXian meant by ‘on top’. Wei WuXian hugged him and tried hard to turn their bodies around, switching positions.

At that moment, Lan WangJi lay sprawled on the ground while Wei WuXian sat on top of him, the two of them entwined hip to hip. As they switched positions, the thick, burning erection remained deep inside Wei WuXian. It never faded for a second, only writhing slowly within him. Wei WuXian narrowed his eyes in pleasure, feeling his head begin to spin again.

She lowered her head. Whether it was an illusion or not, she kept feeling her flat stomach bulge slightly from Lan WangJi’s penis inside her. She couldn’t help but touch it. Soon, Lan WangJi lifted her buttocks and forced her to move.

Wei WuXian rose and fell from his hands. When he rose, he would rise so high that only the stiff tip remained inside her; when he fell, he would take the object below his hips all the way to the deepest part of her body, so deep that she couldn’t help but frown. Furthermore, his speed was so fast that it barely left her any room to breathe. In the past, whenever the two of them made love, this position was a must, because it was the deepest and Wei WuXian enjoyed it the most. But now, he was suffering from that unbearable depth. The seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi in his dream had been driven mad by the temptation, unable to control his strength at all. Yet Wei WuXian was being fucked so hard that his legs trembled. He couldn’t even stand, let alone have the strength to resist. In such a miserable situation, he could only rest his hands on Lan WangJi’s taut abdomen, panting slightly.

Wei WuXian was born with a slender waist and hips, but his buttocks were full of flesh. Lan WangJi’s fingers sank deep into that flesh, kneading and rubbing it. Soon, a distinct bruise appeared. Wei WuXian felt his entire body itch from the inside out, his buttocks aching from the rubbing. He couldn’t help but push one of Lan WangJi’s hands away. However, Lan WangJi seemed extremely dissatisfied with the action. His brow furrowed, his face darkened, and Wei WuXian’s buttocks were slapped hard. The sound echoed loudly.

Wei WuXian was shocked and speechless by the slap.

In his entire life, few people had ever hit him in such a place. Even when he misbehaved in his youth, Madam Yu had only whipped him on the back or the palms of his hands, let alone Jiang FengMian and Jiang YanLi, who doted on him too much to bear to hit him at all. When he saw the children of other families stripped naked and beaten on the buttocks, he felt incredibly ashamed, boasting that he had never been beaten like that before. But now, Lan WangJi had broken this habit of his, not to mention… seventeen-year-old Lan WangJi.

Instantly, Wei WuXian’s face turned red and pale. This was the first time such uncontrollable shame had risen within him in bed.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t continue. Even half of his back was still sore. He immediately shouted, “I don’t want it anymore!” and rolled to the side, away from Lan WangJi’s body. 

Dragging his limp legs, he tried to crawl away, searching for his pants. Lan WangJi was in a state of excitement. After all, he had been squeezed, pinched, flicked, kissed, touched, and threatened by Wei WuXian for so long. He was filled with unspeakable rage. After suddenly realizing that Wei WuXian was so afraid of being spanked, how could he let go so easily? He waved his hand, and the pants that Wei WuXian had just pulled down to his knees were instantly ripped to shreds. Lan WangJi turned his body, locked his wrists behind his back, and landed another hard blow on his fair skin.

Along with the crisp sound, Wei WuXian’s entire body trembled. He groaned, “It hurts!”

It didn’t actually hurt. It was just incredibly embarrassing. In bed, Wei WuXian never tried to control his voice, so every time he did, it sounded a little hoarse. It didn’t sound like a scream of pain, but more like a seductive moan. Hearing this, Lan WangJi fell silent, his gaze lowered.

Beneath his palms were two rounded slits. The impact of the two slaps left a faint pink tinge on his fair skin, crisscrossed with rough fingerprints. After a long period of being separated and forcefully fucked, the slits had parted slightly, revealing a slowly shrinking hole, which felt softer now due to the swelling, almost making one doubt how it could swallow the base of Bichen and Lan WangJi’s monstrously sized penis. Near his buttocks and inner thighs were thin streaks of fluid.

Lan WangJi’s eyes darkened.

On the other hand, after being snatched away by him, Wei WuXian was afraid he would hit him again. He rushed inside, desperately trying to distract Lan WangJi by opening and closing the gap, hoping he would notice what was really going on and stop fixating on these two parts of his body. As expected, he could hear Lan WangJi’s breathing getting heavier from behind. He turned his body and went back in. The entry was more than smooth. Feeling his body replenished, Wei WuXian finally let out a sigh of relief.

However, before he could fully exhale, Lan WangJi landed another slap on his back. Wei WuXian shivered from the blow, his body tensing uncontrollably. As the tip of his rod squeezed his sensitive spot, he became even more erect, releasing a trickle of white fluid.

And then, every time Lan WangJi thrust, he would hit his buttocks, which meant that every time Wei WuXian’s insides would tighten to the max as the front of Lan WangJi’s erection poked that vital spot, while he grew even harder at the front. It was three layers of stimulation stacked together. He felt almost like he was in the middle of a terrible storm, whimpering softly, “Don’t be like this… Lan Zhan… Stop… Stop… Wake up! Wake up, Lan Zhan…”

He knew Lan WangJi was always aggressive in bed, and he always enjoyed his aggression. However, this was the first time he had been forced into such a position.

With dozens of slaps, Wei WuXian’s buttocks were red and warm, slightly swollen. They stung to the touch, and his body became even more sensitive. When Lan WangJi plunged into him again, he lowered his head and kissed Wei WuXian on the lips. Wei WuXian hugged his shoulders weakly, melting into the kiss. Exhausted, he finally let go.

Milky liquid splashed between their bellies. Lan WangJi followed suit, releasing his own contents into Wei WuXian.

After a few moments of being obedient in the embrace, Wei WuXian spoke, his voice hoarse, “…It hurts…”

After releasing him a second time, Lan WangJi seemed to finally come back to his senses. Lying on top of him, he asked somewhat helplessly, “…Where?”

Wei WuXian, “…

Of course, she couldn’t say that her bottom hurt. She just whispered, “Lan Zhan, kiss me again, hurry…”

Seeing his lowered gaze, acting so strangely polite, a pink blush crept onto Lan WangJi’s white earlobes. He obeyed his orders and hugged Wei WuXian tightly, pressing his lips against Wei WuXian’s as they began a passionate kiss.

As their lips parted, Lan WangJi lightly bit Wei WuXian’s lower lip.

And then they both woke up.

Lying on the Jingshi wooden bed, the two stared at each other for a moment. Lan WangJi pulled Wei WuXian into his embrace again.

In that embrace, Wei WuXian was kissed for a long time. Satisfied, he closed his eyes, “Lan Zhan… Let me ask you a question. By entering me every time, do you want me to give birth to a little Young Master Lan for you?”

In the dream, he teased Lan WangJi and ended up digging his own grave. So, when he woke up and saw Lan WangJi again, he couldn’t help but spout nonsense again. However, Lan WangJi didn’t panic as easily as before. He simply asked, “How could you?”

Wei WuXian shifted his sore arm, using it as a pillow for his head, “Ugh, if I could, with how much you fuck me all the time, there would have been no nest of little children running around on the ground for a long time.”

Lan WangJi couldn’t bear to hear such indecent words, “…Stop it.”

Wei WuXian propped himself up on one leg, grinning, “Embarrassed again? I…” Before he could finish, he suddenly felt Lan WangJi gently pat his butt. Wei WuXian nearly fell off the bed, “What are you doing?!”

Lan WangJi, “Let me see.”

Wei WuXian immediately crawled up, ignoring his trembling legs, “No, thank you, Lan Zhan. I remember very well how great the things you did in your dreams were. No one has ever treated me like this!!! You’re not allowed to do this in the future either. Seriously, if you want to fuck me, just do it. I’ll spread my legs and let you do whatever you want—just don’t hit me!!”

Lan WangJi pulled him back onto the bed, “I don’t want to.”

After getting his promise, Wei WuXian felt relieved, “HanGuang-Jun, mark your words.”

Lan WangJi, “Mn.”

After three nights of hard work, he felt his exhaustion slowly increasing. Wei WuXian couldn’t take it anymore. He curled up in Lan WangJi’s embrace again and murmured, “No one has ever treated me like this…”

Lan WangJi stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. Shaking his head, he smiled.