Author: 哔哔 (Bi Bi) / Jin Gang Quan

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

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Chapter 56

After dinner, feeling somewhat restless and uneasy, Huo Fenghua wandered alone through the General’s Manor. He’d kept the jade pendant Feng Tianzong gave him tucked close against his body, pressed to his skin inside his robes, where it quickly absorbed his body heat.

It was nearly dark now. The servants had finished the day’s work and were eating in the back courtyard, so the front courtyard felt unusually empty.

When Huo Fenghua reached the lake in the front courtyard, he saw someone sitting on the winding bridge over the water.

Su Zeyang was perched on the bridge railing with a handful of fish feed, tossing it in to feed the fish. A light breeze drifted over, lifting his long hair and the hem of his robe at the same time. With the lake’s mist rising around him, for a moment it was hard to tell whether this was the human world or some immortal realm.

Feng Tianzong’s return hadn’t been deliberately hidden from the household, but he spent most of his time in the study and rarely walked around the residence. Su Zeyang wasn’t constantly by his side. Even though Lu Xi made the decisions on many matters big and small, there was still no avoiding Su Zeyang having to worry over things.

Huo Fenghua walked over and sat beside him. “Senior Brother, there are still fish in this lake?” He’d never really looked closely. All told, he hadn’t actually spent that much time in the General’s Manor.

Su Zeyang replied, “I raised them the year I first entered the Manor.”

Huo Fenghua lowered his head and saw a whole school of fish rise to the surface, scrambling for the feed Su Zeyang tossed in. He found it odd. “These don’t look like ornamental fish. Why raise them?”

Su Zeyang simply answered, “To eat.”

“To eat?” Huo Fenghua was surprised. “You and the General really do have… refined tastes.”

Su Zeyang said, “When I first met him, I was being hunted by enemies. The two of us ended up stranded on a deserted island. We had nothing to eat so we caught fish from the sea and roasted them.”

Huo Fenghua bent forward, looking boneless, and gave a soft “Mm.” He then added, “Then you should’ve gotten sick of it long ago.”

Su Zeyang said, “It was always Tianzong who roasted the fish and carefully picked out every bone for me. But before we had the chance to eat these, he received an imperial decree and went off to war. He hardly ever came back.”

Huo Fenghua tilted his head to look at his face. “Then do you still want to eat it?”

Su Zeyang looked at him.

Huo Fenghua smiled. “I’ll roast fish for you and pick out all the bones, I swear I won’t leave a single one. After you finish, will you come with me?”

Su Zeyang asked, “Go where?”

Huo Fenghua lifted a finger and pointed into the distance. “To the ends of the earth, living together as a pair.”

Su Zeyang fell silent for a moment. Just before he could answer, Huo Fenghua reached up and covered his mouth. “Don’t say it. Not right now. Let me roast fish for you first, okay?”

This time, he didn’t wait for Su Zeyang’s response. He stood and jumped straight into the water.

For an instant, Su Zeyang looked startled. He rose almost immediately, instinctively reaching out to grab Huo Fenghua, but Huo Fenghua’s robe hem slid right out of his palm.

Huo Fenghua splashed into the lake. The fish scattered at once. One that was slower than the rest got caught in Huo Fenghua’s arms when he reached out. The big fish thrashed in his embrace, flinging water all over his face.

He bobbed in the water, lifting his head and laughing up at Su Zeyang. “Come on. Let’s go roast fish.” With that, he tossed the fish onto the bridge, then grabbed the edge of the wooden bridge and climbed up.

Su Zeyang reached out to pull him. The moment Huo Fenghua was hauled onto the bridge, he lunged right into Su Zeyang’s arms and hugged him tight. His soaked clothes quickly dampened Su Zeyang’s long robe as well.

Su Zeyang lifted a hand and patted his back gently.

Huo Fenghua looked up. “Is anyone around?”

“No one,” Su Zeyang said.

Huo Fenghua nodded. “That’s what I thought too.”

Then he kissed Su Zeyang. He first licked his lips lightly, then parted his teeth, slipping his tongue in to hook and tease Su Zeyang’s. At first Su Zeyang didn’t react, but then he took Huo Fenghua’s lips and tongue into his mouth and sucked, his hand sliding into Huo Fenghua’s wet clothing to pinch at his waist.

Not long ago, Feng Tianzong had made Huo Fenghua climax twice. Now, with Su Zeyang kissing him and kneading him like this, Huo Fenghua’s legs went weak almost at once and he could barely stand. He held Su Zeyang tightly, released his lips, and whispered, “Let’s go to your courtyard and roast fish, okay?”

Su Zeyang put an arm around his waist, bent down to pick up the fish, and said, “Okay.”

Back at the small courtyard where Su Zeyang lived, Su Zeyang had the maid, Zhu’er, take the fish to the kitchen to have it killed, cleaned, and cut open. He then brought Huo Fenghua into the room, found a clean set of clothes, and had him change.

Huo Fenghua stripped off everything, and the marks of lust all over his body were immediately revealed. Some were from last night, some from the afternoon in Feng Tianzong’s study. His nipples, in particular, were swollen and red, clearly just ravaged.

A sudden guilt rose in him. He stole a glance at Su Zeyang, but Su Zeyang didn’t seem to care at all. He simply stepped closer and reached to touch the brand on Huo Fenghua’s lower back.

It had been on him so long that Huo Fenghua himself had nearly forgotten it existed. Feeling irritated, he asked Su Zeyang, “The General told me this brand is a mark left on the wives and concubines of Donglin noble households. Is that true?”

Su Zeyang nodded. “Mm.”

Huo Fenghua asked, “Then why did you brand me? To say I’m your pork, stamp me like a seal?”

“Pork?” Su Zeyang didn’t understand what he meant.

Huo Fenghua hugged his waist and rested his head on Su Zeyang’s shoulder. “I mean, do you think I’m yours?”

Su Zeyang said, “Are you my pork?”

Huo Fenghua sighed helplessly. “Forget the pork thing. Just tell me, am I your person?”

Su Zeyang didn’t answer. He only said, “You really like holding me.”

Huo Fenghua said, “Because I like you.”

Su Zeyang glanced at him. Huo Fenghua suddenly put some force into it and pushed Su Zeyang down onto the bed. He lay on top of him with the clumsy urgency of a child and said, “Senior Brother, I asked you something. Answer me honestly.”

Su Zeyang gave a low “Mm” and pulled the quilt over to cover Huo Fenghua’s bare back.

Very softly by his ear, Huo Fenghua asked, “When I fuck you, does it feel better, or when the General does?”

Su Zeyang’s expression turned strange. He looked at him and said, “Do you even need to ask?”

Huo Fenghua felt like he’d been dealt a crushing blow. He grabbed Su Zeyang’s sleeve. “Not comfortable at all?”

“I didn’t say not comfortable at all,” Su Zeyang said. “You asked compared to Tianzong.”

Unwilling to accept it, Huo Fenghua asked, “What’s the difference?”

Su Zeyang thought for a moment. “You’re a bit too fast.”

Huo Fenghua’s face went red. He buried his face in Su Zeyang’s chest and stopped talking. After a while he lifted his head again and said, “I’ll go find some tonics to take, something like Indian God Lotion* or whatever. Then next time, will you still let me do it?”

*It’s an essential oil that you apply or spray to the cockhead of the penis. Supposedly it causes a burning sensation that reduces the sensitivity of the head, which can delay climax. Though it’s called Indian God Lotion, it’s actually a Chinese product; no such product exists in India.

Su Zeyang nodded. “Sure. What is Indian God Lotion?”

Huo Fenghua didn’t answer. He only hugged him tighter, rubbing his face hard against Su Zeyang’s chest. “What do I do? I like you so much.”

Su Zeyang stroked his head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Huo Fenghua muttered. After a while, he asked again, “Have you ever slept with a woman?”

“No,” Su Zeyang said.

Huo Fenghua sighed. “Feng Tianzong really got lucky.”

Su Zeyang showed a rare smile. “What nonsense are you saying?”

Huo Fenghua pressed his forehead to Su Zeyang’s jaw. “I hope you’ll be well.”

Su Zeyang held his hand and didn’t speak.

Just then, Zhu’er knocked softly on the door outside. “Young Master Su, the fish is ready, and the fire’s going.”

Su Zeyang lowered his head to ask Huo Fenghua, “Shall we roast fish?”

Huo Fenghua stretched lazily and mumbled, “I don’t feel like roasting. I just want to lie down and not move.” Then he raised his voice toward the door. “Go invite the General over. Tell him Young Master Su wants him to come roast fish.”

Zhu’er acknowledged and trotted off.

Huo Fenghua pushed himself up from Su Zeyang’s embrace, grabbed Su Zeyang’s clothes, and pulled them on. In the end, wrapped in white, he even looked naturally airy and ethereal. He opened the door and walked out.

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