Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 128

The moment Ling Xiao felt his skin being pierced, he instinctively arched his chest upwards, not as if to avoid, but rather as if to actively meet it.

He could clearly feel his soul slowly ebbing from within him, flowing into Ying Feng through the wound he had bitten. He was probably the only one in all of Tianxiu to have such an experience while conscious. It felt like an extremely prolonged near-death experience. All the light in his vision converged to one point, forming a circle in the darkness, as if beckoning him to an exit at the end of a tunnel.

As his soul and warmth gradually faded, Ling Xiao saw flashes of his past lives. In the very beginning, Ling Yi and the others walked towards death in such a state until a stronger force, named love, kept them here. Using all his strength, Ling Xiao reached up to touch Ying Feng’s smooth hair, an action that made Ying Feng loosen his bite, only to bite down even harder. His eyes were slightly open, and the color in his pupils was visibly darkening.

Ling Xiao’s eyes, nearly transparent in his trance, saw the path of reincarnation before him. A simple step over it would lead to rebirth.

At that moment, a deep blue wave engulfed his cold body, Ying Feng’s power coming in waves, strong yet gentle. Ling Xiao was enveloped seamlessly by a familiar scent, his rigid limbs starting to revive from the fingertips. His hand regained sensation as if led by another, moving from winter to spring, from death to rebirth.

Time had passed so long that the people of this planet had forgotten that making a pact was originally a form of devotion to one another. It wasn’t a slaughter nor a plunder, but a sacrifice to keep one’s beloved alive and by one’s side, offering a longer lifespan than the other could obtain, regardless of the cost.

The pressure on his chest vanished, and Ling Xiao refocused. The face in front of him gradually became clear. Ying Feng watched him with deep, dark eyes, and Ling Xiao guessed what he must look like in Ying Feng’s eyes. Despite spending more time together in their fledgling state, it was now that they saw each other as the most pleasing in their eyes.

Perhaps because during their time in Bikong, they never truly looked at each other—only his one-sided childish provocations and Ying Feng’s disdain. If not for that accident, they would have missed each other in this life.

Another self-forgetting kiss followed., Ying Feng’s lips still tasted of his blood, sweet and metallic. They exchanged breaths, their souls flowing together, inseparable even if fate were to part them, always retaining each other’s essence.

After the lingering kiss, Ling Xiao cupped Ying Feng’s face, wanting to closely examine the face he had longed for over decades. Seeing Ling Xiao refocus and his hands becoming restless, Ying Feng knew he was alright.

“Now you can say it.”

Ling Xiao was busy admiring Ying Feng’s face, not really listening to what was said. “Say what?”

“About how I oppressed you for four thousand years.”

“Your evil deeds are too numerous to mention. Even three days and nights wouldn’t suffice.”

Ying Feng wasn’t ashamed. “Good. You have something to do during your chaotic period.”

Only then did Ling Xiao remember. “Why don’t I feel the effects of the chaotic period?”

Although it wasn’t night yet, he should have felt some symptoms.

“Perhaps because the essence of the chaotic period is adaptation, and you’ve already adapted to it.”

Ling Xiao pondered. “Makes sense.”

The door opened slightly, and a long snout peeked in. Xiao Hui intended to sneak a peek, but as soon as its head entered, it found itself being stared at by two pairs of differently colored eyes.

Xiao Hui stiffened, pretending to have seen nothing, and backed out, calmly walking away before breaking into a run, only to be called back by Ying Feng.

“Stop.”

Xiao Hui’s front paws were raised but stopped abruptly.

“Come back,” Ying Feng commanded.

Xiao Hui, maintaining his initial direction, comically stepped backward.

“What are you doing here?” Ying Feng asked.

Xiao Hui: “Awooo.”

“Speak human.”

Xiao Hui reluctantly transformed into human form, maintaining his habitual respect for the leader, a natural instinct for wolves with their strong sense of hierarchy.

“They asked me to keep an eye on your coming-of-age ceremony in case someone got hurt and needed first aid, so when I heard no sound, I came in to check…”

“So you’ve been eavesdropping till now?”

Xiao Hui: “……”

I hate speaking human language. I don’t want to!

Ying Feng watched Xiao Hui’s dejected face and suddenly smiled, stunning him. Since Ling Xiao left, he had never seen Ying Feng smile. Although it was faint, it genuinely reached his eyes. It was like a crack in an iceberg, with a seed sprouting quietly beneath, like a bud about to bloom.

Before Xiao Hui could appreciate the flower, Ying Feng’s smile vanished, leaving him wondering if it was just his imagination.

“We’re fine. You can tell them not to worry.”

“Ah? Oh,” Xiao Hui dully responded. “Then I’ll leave. You two continue.”

He moved his legs to leave but stumbled after a few steps. Not used to his human form, Xiao Hui awkwardly reverted to his wolf form and swiftly ran off on all fours.

Ying Feng returned to the bed, which seemed small but didn’t feel cramped with both of them lying on it.

“Ling Xing spent his chaotic period on this bed too. I didn’t expect to be repeating his experience.”

“What did he tell you?”

“He said he never beat you in his last life, so this time he wanted me to avenge him,” Ling Xiao lied with his eyes open. “Why didn’t you want to be the Qizi? This way, you can’t feel what release is like.”

“Like this?”

Ying Feng leaned down, gently capturing Ling Xiao’s earlobe. Before Ling Xiao could respond, a long-missed pleasure continuously surged through him. Ling Xiao, unaccustomed to such intimacy after many years, surrendered instantly.

But Ying Feng didn’t stop. He lightly bit and then released, repeating the action while moving down steadily from the earlobe, tenderly sucking on the soft part of the ear.

For Ling Xiao, it was like an endless climax. The pleasure, which should have subsided at its peak, kept fluctuating at the same height. Each time it dropped, it surged even higher. Ying Feng’s strong spiritual force held his waist, elevating him higher and higher; each time Ling Xiao thought he reached the limit, Ying Feng pushed him to a new peak.

Continuous release almost drove Ling Xiao mad. He gripped Ying Feng’s arms tightly, his fingers digging into his firm muscles, as if to push him away but also to pull him closer.

Half of his body was already draped over Ying Feng; even his toes curled in excitement. Ying Feng persisted, meticulously working on the other ear, leaving Ling Xiao surrounded by white light, his sanity being eroded by pleasure, occasionally struggling in vain.

Ling Xiao felt like he had survived through history’s torrent only to possibly die here today, perhaps from an overexcited heart. Using a necessary breath, he finally struggled to shout, “Stop!… Stop! Stop it…”

Ying Feng silently withdrew his power. In the instant his mental power left, Ling Xiao collapsed on the bed. His limbs, which were tightly clinging to Ying Feng, now hung limply, unable to even move a finger.

Ying Feng carefully combed Ling Xiao’s sweat-drenched, disheveled bangs, neatly brushing them to one side, revealing a smooth forehead. Ling Xiao closed his eyes, allowing himself to be fussed over, his breathing barely audible. If not for the vivid blush on his cheeks, one might think he was on the brink of death.

It took him a long time to exhale deeply. Even opening his eyes seemed laborious.

“Comfortable?” Ying Feng teasingly asked near his ear.

“You…” If Ling Xiao had any strength left, he would have punched him, but even moving his lips was a struggle.

He could only retort wittily, “Comfortable, but sadly, you won’t enjoy it this lifetime. I’ll have to satisfy you in the next life.”

Ying Feng found this amusing, noting Ling Xiao’s feigned strength even when he was barely able to move. “Is that so?”

Ling Xiao rested on Ying Feng’s chest, catching his breath for a moment, then a new idea popped into his head. “I also have a way to make you surrender.”

As he lifted his head, it bumped into the upper bunk’s bedboard, eliciting a painful cry.

“Take it easy,” Ying Feng said tenderly, pulling him down and rubbing the back of his head. “Is this your method?”

“I forgot about the existence of the upper bunk,” Ling Xiao said, feeling wronged. “It must have been tough for Ling Xing and Jing Yu in such a small space.”

“Not everyone is as restless as you are.”

This time, Ling Xiao was more careful, sliding down against Ying Feng’s body until reaching a sensitive area. He began fumbling with Ying Feng’s pants, something he had never done before.

“Are you sure?” Ying Feng asked incredulously.

Ling Xiao responded with action, taking Ying Feng’s member into his mouth and feeling it rapidly respond. Initially, he only intended to tease Ying Feng but soon got carried away, playfully licking the tip and tasting a salty tang.

Ying Feng gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, putting a hand on Ling Xiao’s forehead. “It’s said this can be addictive.”

Ling Xiao, with Ying Feng’s member in his mouth, mumbled, “If I don’t experience it now, I might never have the chance.”

His words weren’t serious, but they sounded heart-wrenching. Ying Feng’s hand lingered on his forehead for a moment before finally threading his fingers through Ling Xiao’s hair, pressing down slightly.

Ling Xiao moved awkwardly at first, initially keeping his eyes closed, then sneakily opening them to see a forest filled with a masculine aura. Remembering his own bare lower half, he spitefully plucked a hair.

Ying Feng winced in pain, tightening his grip unexpectedly. Unprepared, Ling Xiao choked and spat out Ying Feng’s member while coughing violently.

“Why did you suddenly exert force?” Ling Xiao complained, his eyes tearing up.

“You started it.”

“I haven’t even used my feet yet!” Ling Xiao gestured to kick but accidentally hit his head again.

“Ow…” Ling Xiao pitifully held his head, and Ying Feng softened, thinking of the long years of waiting.

“If you’re not comfortable, let’s not.”

“I want it!” Ling Xiao’s competitive spirit was sparked. Each time, Ying Feng effortlessly left him in ecstasy; now he wanted Ying Feng to taste the same.

This time, he earnestly took Ying Feng’s fully aroused desire into his mouth, moving his neck back and forth. Quickly, Ying Feng’s panting could be heard from above. Ying Feng’s fingers in his hair began to knead in rhythm. Although unable to see Ying Feng’s expression, the auditory and tactile feedback was enough for Ling Xiao to imagine Ying Feng in bliss.

Encouraged by this, Ling Xiao became even more enthusiastic, gradually getting used to the foreign object in his throat, occasionally mimicking swallowing motions. For Ying Feng, who had maintained a fledgling state for decades, such stimulation was overwhelming, leading to a momentary blank in his mind when Ling Xiao sucked hard.

Ling Xiao was unprepared for the sudden ejaculation, getting a mouthful of semen. He was about to mock Ying Feng for his quick release when an unprecedented hallucination enveloped him.

When Ying Feng’s cognitive ability returned, he braced himself for Ling Xiao’s ridicule, but unexpectedly, there was silence below.

Looking down, Ying Feng saw that Ling Xiao still had his member in his mouth, motionless, resting at the base of his thigh with a look of intoxication on his face, occasionally moving his lips to suck gently.

Ling Xiao had entered a new world, one without pain, wounds, farewells, or reincarnations. A world of carefree bliss and eternal companionship. The past sorrows and uncertain future dissipated in this realm, where he floated on clouds, savoring comfort from within and without. He seemed to hear the soul fragments shimmering like a bright galaxy, his skin glowing like jade in the vast universe. Each movement of his fingers and toes spread pleasure from the extremities.

If release was a wave of climaxes, then Ling Xiao now felt as if he were experiencing a hundredfold of those, caressed by countless warm hands and kissed by innumerable soft lips, as if he had fallen in love with a hundred people, each one deeply etched in his heart.

Ying Feng gently lifted the enthralled Ling Xiao, whose body had gone completely limp. Once up, Ling Xiao coiled around Ying Feng like a snake. Ying Feng noticed an unusual allure in his eyes.

After absorbing the essence of his Qizhu, Ling Xiao became excited and passionate—a different kind of fervor than that caused by blood. Blood made one wild and unrestrained, like a blazing fire, but now Ling Xiao was like flowing water—sensual, libertine, and seductive.

Ling Xiao’s vision and hearing became strange. Ying Feng’s voice seemed to come from a cloud, resonating in deep bass tones, creating lasting echoes. His vision was filled with illusions of mist and multicolored lights, which hid Ying Feng’s face behind these distortions.

To keep the hallucinatory Ying Feng from moving, Ling Xiao reached out to hold his face and kissed him by instinct. Tasting himself in Ling Xiao’s mouth, Ying Feng realized the root of Ling Xiao’s drastic change. Ling Xiao, like a boneless creature, indulged himself on Ying Feng, who, just relieved, was again aroused.

Some things remain familiar, no matter how long you go without doing them. Ying Feng effortlessly undressed Ling Xiao, his fingers finding a familiar entrance and probing it, causing Ling Xiao’s sensitive body to tremble rhythmically. The small space was a hindrance, so Ying Feng forcefully flipped them over, with Ling Xiao clinging tightly to him, showing no sign of letting go.

For Ling Xiao, the narrow single bed was nonexistent; he was still floating in vast clouds, extending endlessly in all directions. Every one of Ying Feng’s movements was magnified in his senses. He could no longer see Ying Feng’s face, only feeling the hands from his dreams caressing every inch of his skin.

Even from Ling Xiao’s expressions, it was clear he had fallen into a fantastical realm, a richness of erotic flavor in his eyes Ying Feng had never seen before. When Ying Feng entered him, it felt less like penetration and more like being drawn in. Ling Xiao’s tight embrace seemed reluctant to let him go.

As Ying Feng withdrew, Ling Xiao’s soul fragments seemed to gather together, only to be scattered again when Ying Feng thrust in powerfully. This pattern of gathering and dispersing continued, the illusions fluctuating with each movement, now plunging to the ocean depths, now soaring into the galaxy. The sounds from Ling Xiao were wildly uninhibited, his hips raised in rhythm with Ying Feng’s thrusts. Each collision heightened his ecstasy, then slowly descended as Ying Feng withdrew, like a feather undulating in the air or a boat bobbing on the waves.

This was a union that had spanned four thousand years, starting from the day when Jun Lin became Ling Yi, tirelessly striving life after life, to reach this level of closeness. Here, on the small bed where Ling Xing and Jing Yu had entrusted themselves to each other, they continued and extended the wishes that the others hadn’t been able to fulfill, stretching into the infinite future.

In the midst of their forgetful kissing, Ying Feng’s lips silently found a spot in Ling Xiao’s dreams. When his ear and lips were enveloped by a warm, moist area, Ling Xiao reflexively curled his toes. Waves a meter high rolled in the distance, quickly engulfing the two in their embrace. Ying Feng tasted blood, and Ling Xiao, clinging to this slight pain, barely maintained consciousness. His vision was filled with a persistent white light, so long-lasting that he thought he might go blind, until it gradually faded to reveal Ying Feng’s concerned face.

“I almost thought you wouldn’t wake up.”

“Me too,” Ling Xiao replied with a nasal voice, sniffling hard while still struggling to breathe clearly. “I finally understand why it’s addictive.”

“What does it feel like, hmm?” Ying Feng asked, though not content with just talking, as he pecked gently all over Ling Xiao’s face.

“Want to know?” Ling Xiao teased. “Become my Qizi, and I’ll let you experience it once… Ow!”

Ling Xiao covered his ears in dissatisfaction. “You bit it!”

“To heal your wound.” Ying Feng gently licked near the bite mark, the tingling sensation returning.

Ling Xiao tried to move his legs, only to find his lower body numb and weak, an unmentionable part even more numb to almost no feeling.

“You’re not going to… again?”

“That was just the interest.”

“Interest?” Ling Xiao asked, confused.

“This is your first coming-of-age ceremony. I owe you a wedding night.”

A wave of emotion hit Ling Xiao, and he didn’t think to refuse when Ying Feng turned him over.

As his body was entered once more, Ying Feng’s whispers were like brainwashing.

“And now, it officially begins…”

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