Author: 哔哔 (Bi Bi) / Jin Gang Quan

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

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Chapter 12

After two more days of recuperation, apart from the injury in his shoulder, Huo Fenghua had basically recovered. Su Zeyang was also fine overall, but a fractured bone still needed rest, so he couldn’t easily get out of bed.

Huo Fenghua grew increasingly restless. Once Su Zeyang recovered, he truly wouldn’t be able to get away. Even with Su Zeyang missing the use of one leg, if Su Zeyang wanted to keep him in place, Huo Fenghua might not have any chance to escape.

That evening, after dinner, Huo Fenghua carried the basket out and saw the host’s daughter in the courtyard, boiling Su Zeyang’s medicinal brew. He walked over and chatted with the girl.

A mountain girl like her had never seen such a handsome young man. After a few sentences, she got shy and fell silent, only fanning the stove with a palm-leaf fan.

Just then, her mother called to her from inside. The girl sat up straight and turned her head to look. Huo Fenghua casually took the fan from her hand and smiled.

“I’ll do it. Go see what your mother needs.”

The girl glanced at him and ran inside.

Huo Fenghua fanned the stove twice, lifted his head and checked that there was no one else in the yard, then poured the packet of powder he’d stolen from the innkeeper at the black shop into the clay pot of medicine.

He took the spoon beside it and stirred the powder in, thinking to himself, ‘Senior Brother, don’t blame me. We’ll part ways here. Once you’re well, you can go back and be a perfect pair with the General, and I’ll find a place to live my own quiet life, marry, have children. We’ll never see each other again.’

When he saw the powder dissolve into the medicine without color or smell, he set the spoon aside, sat down on the low stool, and fanned the fire attentively.

That night, Huo Fenghua watched with his own eyes as Su Zeyang bent forward and drank the entire bowl. Huo Fenghua took the bowl out and set it on the windowsill. Returning, he closed the door, climbed into bed, and lay flat, saying “Let’s sleep.”

Su Zeyang slowly lay down as well.

Huo Fenghua reached out and tucked the blanket over him. “Senior Brother, you’ve been lying down all day. If the weather’s good tomorrow, how about I carry you out to see the scenery?”

Su Zeyang sounded a little tired as he said softly, “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I saw the moon earlier,” Huo Fenghua said. “It’ll probably be clear tomorrow.”

This time Su Zeyang didn’t answer.

Huo Fenghua lay silently for a while, then rolled over to face Su Zeyang. By the moonlight slipping in through the window, he saw Su Zeyang’s eyes were closed and his breathing was calm, as if he’d fallen asleep.

He called softly, “Senior Brother.”

There was no response.

Afraid Su Zeyang was only ignoring him, Huo Fenghua reached over and took Su Zeyang’s hand.

“Senior Brother, are you asleep? If you’re not asleep, let me kiss you.”

Still no response.

Huo Fenghua thought that knockout powder from that shady inn really worked. Su Zeyang hadn’t been asleep long, yet he was already out cold. Even so, Huo Fenghua didn’t dare be careless. He was afraid Su Zeyang had only just fallen asleep and might wake easily, so he lay there a while longer. When Su Zeyang still didn’t move, Huo Fenghua quietly sat up, planning to get dressed and leave.

Just as Huo Fenghua reached out to pick up the robe draped over the side of the bed, he suddenly heard Su Zeyang let out a soft groan. He was instantly startled and froze, remaining motionless in his sitting position on the bed. After a while, Su Zeyang seemed to stir, letting out a faint groan.

This time, Huo Fenghua felt something was wrong. He turned to look at Su Zeyang and saw that his eyes were tightly closed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, and his breathing was rapid.  He reached out and touched him, finding his palms wet and hot, and his forehead covered in sweat.

“Senior Brother?” Huo Fenghua became a little nervous and leaned closer to him, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Su Zeyang had been fine until that evening, but now he was suddenly acting strangely. Huo Fenghua was anxious and regretful, and he couldn’t leave, only thinking about how he had given Su Zeyang that unknown substance.

Su Zeyang’s lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing heavily. Huo Fenghua felt that his neck was covered in sweat, so he quickly reached out and loosened his inner garment collar, then pulled back the blanket covering him.

Upon doing so, Huo Fenghua was stunned. Su Zeyang’s clothes were thin, and the outline of his white underpants was clearly visible.  Combined with his sweating and heavy breathing, Huo Fenghua immediately understood that the packet of medicine was not just ordinary sleeping powder; it was probably an aphrodisiac.

Su Zeyang was unconscious but not completely knocked out. He seemed to want to move his body, his legs restlessly curling up.

Huo Fenghua was afraid he would injure his broken left leg, so he quickly reached out and held his legs down, saying, “Senior Brother, don’t move.” But after that, he didn’t know what to do. If he left Su Zeyang alone, he didn’t know if the medicine would harm him.

After much internal struggle, Huo Fenghua heard Su Zeyang’s breathing becoming more rapid and distressed. Finally, he sighed, gently pulled down Su Zeyang’s trousers a little, and reached out to grasp his erection. Huo Fenghua had never carefully examined another man’s genitals before, but now, holding Su Zeyang’s, he didn’t feel any revulsion. He only thought that Su Zeyang was handsome, and that his cock wasn’t bad either; it was light in color, straight, and quite large.

He sighed. Since things had gone this far, he simply reached out and unbuttoned Su Zeyang’s shirt, exposing his body completely to his view.

Su Zeyang’s skin was fair and supple, his waist slender, and his abdomen flat. There wasn’t an ounce of excess fat on his entire body; his thin muscles were evenly distributed.  Anyone, male or female, would find this body attractive, and Huo Fenghua was no exception.  Using the moonlight from the window, he stared intently at Su Zeyang, seeing his nipples erect and cherry-red. He couldn’t help but swallow, changing his position to kneel over Su Zeyang, caressing his swollen lower body while simultaneously sucking on one of his nipples.

Su Zeyang let out a low moan. “Mm—” The sound was trembling and full of desire.

This moan made Huo Fenghua slightly shiver as well, feeling his pants suddenly tighten. He, a man, was getting aroused by another man in bed.

When Huo Fenghua released Su Zeyang’s nipple, a silver thread of saliva stretched from his lips. He thought that if anyone was to blame, it was probably this body; perhaps it had always been attracted to men, truly shameless.  

Yet, he raised his left hand to loosen his own clothes. His left shoulder wound hadn’t healed, and his fingers trembled, making it difficult to move. It took him some time to loosen his clothes and pull down his pants. He remained in the same position, legs spread apart, lying on top of Su Zeyang, and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

Tonight was different from that night. Su Zeyang easily opened his mouth, his soft, wet tongue intertwining with his. Two equally fair-skinned bodies were pressed tightly together. Huo Fenghua felt his nipples harden, and the friction against Su Zeyang’s chest made him feel both tingly and itchy, causing him to gasp for breath and his body to tremble slightly. His lower body was also pressed against Su Zeyang’s. 

Unable to use his left hand, he supported himself with his right, mimicking a thrusting motion, rubbing haphazardly against Su Zeyang’s groin.

Both men became increasingly aroused. Huo Fenghua felt an insatiable desire. He looked up at Su Zeyang, whose eyes were flushed, his expression dazed. He leaned close to Su Zeyang’s ear and whispered, “Since you like it, Senior Brother, why don’t we take it a little further?”

After saying this, Huo Fenghua felt somewhat shameless, his cheeks burning intensely, whether from arousal or embarrassment. He helped Su Zeyang lie on his side, spreading his legs and straddling Su Zeyang’s right leg.  He carefully lifted Su Zeyang’s left leg, resting it on his uninjured right shoulder, and reached down to explore between Su Zeyang’s ass.

At this moment, Huo Fenghua noticed a phoenix-shaped brand on Su Zeyang’s left waist while his fingers touched Su Zeyang’s opening. He quickly withdrew his hand, instead of gripping his own erection, and attempted to penetrate Su Zeyang.

He had never done this with a man before and only realized how narrow the opening was when he tried to enter. When he used too much force, Su Zeyang would frown and moan softly, clearly in pain.

Huo Fenghua’s lower body ached with frustration, unwilling to give up. He hugged Su Zeyang again, kissing and caressing him, making him wet and soft all over. Then he spat some saliva to use as lubrication, gritted his teeth, and forced himself inside. Su Zeyang’s body was hot and wet, his cavity tightly gripping Huo Fenghua’s cock. He almost came immediately but quickly stopped to regain his composure before holding Su Zeyang’s legs again and beginning to thrust.

At first, Su Zeyang probably felt uncomfortable. Huo Fenghua waited until the movements became smooth, then changed angles, thrusting until he saw Su Zeyang’s brows relax slightly and his moans become a little more intense. Only then did he speed up and thrust vigorously, shaking the bed until it creaked and groaned.

After countless rounds, Huo Fenghua couldn’t hold back any longer. His whole body tensed, and he came inside Su Zeyang with a shiver. His vision blurred, and he almost collapsed onto Su Zeyang. 

However, at the crucial moment, he still considered Su Zeyang’s leg injury, carefully withdrawing himself and gently lowering Su Zeyang’s legs before rolling over onto his back on the bed, breathing heavily.

After a while, he heard Su Zeyang still moaning. Turning to look, he noticed that Su Zeyang’s cock was still hard and swollen. His face flushed, and he whispered, “This junior brother has been injured repeatedly these past few days, so his stamina is really insufficient.” 

He rolled over, reaching out to caress Su Zeyang’s penis, still feeling dissatisfied, and added, “I haven’t done this in a long time, unlike you and the General who indulge in debauchery every night.”

After saying this, Huo Fenghua felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and he quickened his movements until Su Zeyang climaxed in his hand. He smeared the viscous fluid onto Su Zeyang’s flat abdomen and said, “If the General ever leaves you, or if you stop loving him, come find me. I—” He stopped halfway, feeling that it wasn’t right. 

He couldn’t just wait forever for the day Su Zeyang would come to him. He could only sigh deeply, embrace Su Zeyang’s face, and kiss him tenderly. When he let go, he saw that Su Zeyang’s expression was calm and his breathing steady, knowing that the effects of the medicine had probably worn off. He then rolled over and got out of bed. When he reached the bedside, Huo Fenghua’s legs went weak and he almost fell, quickly grabbing onto the back of a nearby chair for support. He thought to himself, “Dying for a beauty is a worthy death*,” but unfortunately, he didn’t want to die yet, so he had to run away.

*To die under the peony, (even as a ghost, is still romantic). It’s an expression in the past used to convey dying for love without regret, though recent reference to it is more of a vulgar connotation; aka even if it kills me, it’s worth it (referring to pleasure/sex).

He straightened his inner garments, wrapped himself in his outer robe and put on his cloth boots. He gathered his belongings and tucked them into his chest, gritted his teeth, and without looking back at Su Zeyang, quietly opened the door and slipped out.

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