SHIZUN, LET ME PAMPER YOU

A sharp, resounding slap was heard a moment later, drawing the attention of everyone on the field.

The farmers, the ladies, and even the children were looking at Mo Ran who just got slapped hard by his shizun.

As soon as the slap landed, Chu Wanning regretted it. He could not help it. He suddenly remembered the past when Taxian-Jun grabbed his belt and tore it into two, just to molest him in the bed.

"I..."

Mo Ran held onto his stinging cheek, his mouth was slightly open from shock.

Chu Wanning turned around without a single word and went back to his corner to continue harvesting at his end. Even if his movement was still very clumsy, he could not afford to peek at Mo Ran again, let alone ask for his help. The shizun had too much pride. He was like a cat who walked away with his tail high in the air. He refused to bow his head once to apologize. Besides, Mo Ran was once Taxian-Jun.

Mo Ran, on the other side, remembered the same thing Chu Wanning did. Two lives, and he was still the same beast with a burning desire for his shizun. Although he got a slap out of it, he still went into a daze and recalled the many times when he undressed his shizun like opening up a gift, getting rid of layers and layers of clothes that hid the sweetness inside.

Mo Ran swallowed hard. He eyed his shizun's back and stared at the belt that remained strong and sturdy. Maybe this was the reason why Chu Wanning wore extra strong belts in their life. He did not want the same thing to repeat.

The shizun and disciple duo went back to work as if nothing happened, so the villagers gradually also went back to do their activities. In their hearts, though, the adults and the children felt so sorry for Mo-zongshi. He clearly took such good care of his shizun so why was the shizun so mean to him? He yelled at his poor disciple and even slapped him when he tried to prevent the shizun's fall.

Not long after, a farmer girl ran toward the fields and screamed, "It's lunchtime!!! Everyone, please come for lunch!!!"

Right after lunch was announced, their stomachs started to growl. Nothing beat good food after hours of hard work.

One by one, the farmers climbed out of the ridges and piled up their scythes somewhere safe before they went to wash their hands and go for lunch.

After working for what felt like eternities, Chu Wanning was drenched in sweat. His cheeks glowed pink, very much in contrast with the sharp gaze in the pair of phoenix eyes. The reason for the sharp gaze was none other than Ling'er, who sauntered over and looped her arm through Mo Ran's, pressing his elbow against her ample bosom.

How indecent!

"Mo-Gege, Mo-Gege," she called. "Let's go for lunch together?"

Mo Ran smiled at her, but his eyes chased after the shizun who already climbed out of the ridge without giving him another look. Chu Wanning was still angry at him.

"Sorry, Ling'er. I have to talk to my shizun for a bit."

Mo Ran pulled his arm from Ling'er's embrace, but the girl persistently held on to him. "Mo-Gege is so pitiful," the girl said in a low, conspiratorial voice. "Your shizun is so fierce."

Mo Ran furrowed his brows in displeasure. He knew that Ling'er was just a young woman who did not know much, but how dared she criticize Chu Wanning? Chu Wanning was his shizun. If there was anyone who had the right to complain about Chu Wanning, then it was him!

Ling'er's expression quickly changed when she was at the receiving end of Mo Ran's scorching glare.

"Don't say that," Mo Ran snapped. "Shizun is very nice to me."

Nice? How?

Ling'er thought that Mo-Gege stood under the sun for too long, maybe his brain was toasted.

Mo Ran disentangled himself from Ling'er and walked away to go after Chu Wanning. Left behind, Ling'er bit into her lip in resentment. What the hell was that about? Why was the Gege angry at her? She was just trying to be nice! Stupid Mo-Gege!

Ling'er stomped on the muddy ground unhappily and took another path to go for lunch.

"Shizun."

Mo Ran ran behind Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning stopped in his track, but he did not turn around. He did not want to see Mo Ran with a beauty dangling at his arm. What else did this insolent disciple want from him? How infuriating!

"Shizun, your shoes and socks are all wet. You should take them off, else you will get sick at night."

"Mn."

"It is better to go into the field with bare feet, else you will easily slip. The mud is slippery."

"Mn."

"Shizun."

"What is it?!"

The irritation in Chu Wanning's heart grew.

Mo Ran tugged at Chu Wanning's sleeves. The latter had no choice but to look at Mo Ran. The man smiled at him while pointing at a dry patch of land that had been covered with multiple straw mats. All the villagers were sitting there to enjoy lunch together.

Three huge buckets full of rice had been hoisted to the dining area. One with steaming white rice, one with boiled meat casseroles, and another with green bean curd soup. The Yuliang village was not a wealthy one. Villagers rarely got to eat meat. The only reason why the Village Chief threw this extravagant feast was to entertain the two grandmasters who had lowered themselves to help them with the farm works.

When the lids were opened, the fragrance of the meat wafted in the air, enough to make even the adults salivate heavily.

Mo Ran took Chu Wanning to sit on a corner on the straw mat. He knew that Chu Wanning did not feel comfortable around too many people.

"Sorry, Shizun."

Chu Wanning opened his mouth to ask what Mo Ran was sorry for, but then his shoes and socks were taken off swiftly. His feet were all shriveled up due to the cold, and Mo Ran wiped them dry with a towel. "I will wash Shizun's shoes and socks later. Does Shizun bring extra shoes and socks...?"

Of course he did not.

Mo Ran thought about going to town to buy some supplies for his shizun later. For the time being, they should eat some lunch.

"Shizun, wait here. I will get us something to eat."

Mo Ran turned to leave, but Chu Wanning grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "I will do it," he insisted.

He was not an invalid person. He did not need Mo Ran to take care of him like a baby. Besides, Chu Wanning still felt guilty for slapping Mo Ran before. He wanted to make amends. What better way than being a generous shizun and taking care of his disciple? Just take it as a silent apology.

The baffled Mo Ran was left sitting on the straw mat while the esteemed shizun rose to his feet to get them two bowls of food.

The lady who distributed the food was the Village Chief's wife. Upon seeing Chu Wanning approach, she happily informed him that she cured the meat and vegetables herself.

Chu Wanning nodded stiffly. The Village Chief's wife was an enthusiastic person. She was eager to please the two immortals. Chu Wanning was given a tray with two bowls of rice that were filled to the brim with meat casseroles and two bowls of soup. He carried them over to Mo Ran, who was still in awe because this was the first time ever that Chu Wanning took the initiative to get him some food.

"Thank you, Shizun."

"Eat," Chu Wanning said stiffly. He dug into his bowl. His hand stopped when he saw chili seeds inside the casseroles.

Chili.

Chu Wanning was not good with spicy foods. The last time he ate spicy foods was when he was in Xia Sini's form. It had ended quite badly. But then again he was in a child form back then. He was now in his adult form. Surely there would not be a problem if he took a bite or two.

Chu Wanning picked the meat between his chopsticks and brought it to his own lips, but his wrist was grabbed vehemently by the disciple next to him.

"Shizun," the man said with a serious expression, "There is chili inside. Don't eat it."

"I can eat a bite or two, no problem."

"No."

Mo Ran's grip around Chu Wanning's wrist tightened. The young man shot him a glare. Chu Wanning glared back at him. Who did he think he was, to go around and tell Chu Wanning what to do and what not to do?

Stuck in a glaring contest, Mo Ran was the first one to buckle. His grip did not slacken, but his eyes softened.

"Please?" he begged.

Chu Wanning was speechless. This young man was too sly, he thought. Just a minute ago he was throwing his weight around, acting like a domineering lord, but now he played a pitiful disciple, using an underhanded tactic to get what he wanted.

"Aiyo, is the Immortal Lord unable to eat spicy food?" The Village Chief's wife who came to get Chu Wanning's opinion on her cooking suddenly appeared. She looked a little disappointed. Before Chu Wanning could say anything, Mo Ran quickly answered, "No, my shizun cannot eat spicy food."

The elder lady hung her shoulders in disappointment. With swift movements, Mo Ran picked and ate all the meat casseroles from both bowls. The surrounding villagers thought that the young man must be so hungry from doing fieldwork.

"Hahaha Young Master Mo is famished. Look at him eat!"

"Young men have to eat a lot. They need the energy."

"I always say that those who eat a lot will achieve greatness!"

Mo Ran swallowed his food as fast as possible and then showered the Village Chief's wife with praises that she longed to hear.

"Auntie, the meat is so tender and juicy. The cabbage is still so crunchy although you boiled them together. I don't know how you did it!"

Encouraged by Mo Ran's praises, the Village Chief's wife proudly gave everyone a lecture on her meat casserole recipe.

"...and then it is very important to make sure that you wrap the cabbage neatly around the meat..."

Next to Mo Ran, Chu Wanning, who had no other food to eat but rice and soup, obediently ate his fill. When his bowl of soup was empty, Mo Ran discreetly pushed his own toward Chu Wanning. It was only fair because he took Chu Wanning's share of meat casseroles.

Chu Wanning shot him a glance, but Mo Ran was busy praising the Village Chief's wife.

"And how did Auntie cure the meat??? The flavor was heavenly!"

After lunch, everyone got back to the field.

Mo Ran was relieved that Chu Wanning was nicer to him this time around. He even agreed to have Mo Ran teach him how to use the scythe.

"Shizun, you grab the stalks with one hand and then you swing it like this..."

Chu Wanning tried to do it. "Like this?"

"No, like this, put your finger a little down..."

"Like this?"

"No..."

Mo Ran put his scythe down and grabbed Chu Wanning's hand from behind to guide him. Chu Wanning's back was pressed against Mo Ran's chest. The man's cold haitang scent invaded Mo Ran's nose.

Mo Ran swallowed nervously. He prayed with every strand of his being that Chu Wanning did not notice his abnormal reaction. Too busy with his own thoughts, Mo Ran failed to notice the minute trembling of Chu Wanning's shoulders.

Mo Ran's hands were big, his palm was rough from a lot of manual labor. The callused fingers rubbed against the back of Chu Wanning's hand, enveloping him in tender warmth. As did the young man's masculine pheromones. Chu Wanning could feel the heat rising up his cheeks. He was only glad that Mo Ran could not see his face.

"Like this..."

Mo Ran patiently guided Chu Wanning.

"Swing it like this..."

Chu Wanning pursed his lips. The tension in his body gradually increased. Did Mo Ran know no boundaries between a shizun and a disciple? Did he not know about private space? Chu Wanning turned his head to scold him, but when his eyes met with Mo Ran's purplish ones, he was suddenly unable to speak.

"Shizun?"

Their faces were so close to each other. The young man was full of vigor and brimming with vitality. His brows were sharp as blades, threatening to cut those who were in his way. His eyes, on the other side, were full of gentleness. The kind of gentleness that could melt women, turning them into slaves of their own desire.

Women like Ling'er. Or Ye Wangxi.

Chu Wanning's face turned sour.

"I get it already," he snapped.

Mo Ran was puzzled. Did he do something wrong? Why was his shizun angry at him again?

Chu Wanning's eyes wandered down to Mo Ran's chest. What he saw stung his eyes even more. He pulled at Mo Ran's lapels and covered the honey-brown, naked expanse of chest that almost robbed him of his soul and sanity.

"Aren't you cold??? Quickly bundle up!"

After that, Chu Wanning went away in a huff. Mo Ran stood there in a daze, his clothes messed up from Chu Wanning's rough pull. After working half a day in the field, Mo Ran actually felt hot. But his shizun wanted him to dress properly, so he obediently pulled his lapels together and straightened his belt.

A few hours later, the Village Chief's wife came over to announce the end of the day.

For dinner, she paid attention to cooking non-spicy dishes and just put the chili in a separate bowl for those who wanted some. Mo Ran was more than thankful for her care and attention.

During the day, the Village Chief already arranged for a courtyard with two little houses that faced each other to be emptied and cleaned. This small courtyard was to serve as Mo Ran's and Chu Wanning's residence for the duration of their stay.

After dinner, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran each went inside a house to rest for the night. After Chu Wanning took a bath, he sat on the bed and kneaded at his feet. They were cold and sore from being soaked in the mud the whole day, so his blood was not circulating properly.

Knock, knock.

Chu Wanning looked up at the door. It was easy to guess the person in front of the door.

"Shizun?"

"Come in," Chu Wanning said.

Mo Ran entered with a basin full of steaming water. He looked refreshed after taking a bath.

"I thought that Shizun could use some foot rub after a day of hard work."

"..."

Without waiting for Chu Wanning's approval, Mo Ran took both of his feet and soaked them in the warm water before he started kneading on them. The sensation was overwhelming. Chu Wanning could not help but tilt his head backward and moan from pleasure.

"Ahh..."

Right after the shameless sound escaped his throat, Chu Wanning widened his eyes in terror. He and Mo Ran exchanged glances for a split second before Chu Wanning looked away and Mo Ran lowered in eyes in a hurry.

That little moan brought them both back to the past life. Chu Wanning was not someone who liked to call in bed. The stubborn man would rather bite his lips or the pillow and grabbed the bedding rather than let Mo Ran know that his body drew pleasure from Mo Ran's incessant pounding. Mo Ran was the one who could not shut up in bed.

-"Shizun, you are so tight... ah..."

-"Why are you clenching so hard around your disciple's dick?"

Mo Ran's fingers went between Chu Wanning's toes and pressed at the joints.

"Mmmff..."

Chu Wanning had to muffle his mouth with his hand in order not to moan again. He could not afford it.

Mo Ran, the little devil, did not have the intention to spare Chu Wanning. He ruthlessly rubbed against Chu Wanning's soles, putting just enough pressure on the beautiful arch and heels to induce pleasure but not pain, and moved up to massage the man's lower legs.

Eyes closed tightly, Chu Wanning furrowed his brows. He still had one hand clasped around his mouth.

Mo Ran looked up at Chu Wanning, lust and desire dancing in his eyes. How he would love to take that hand off Chu Wanning's mouth, push him to lie down on his back, and spread his legs. His manhood was so hard against his breeches. It was so painful. He was aching for a release, and he wanted to do it inside his shizun. He wanted to slide into the familiar wet and warm folds, taking him again and again, making him moan and thrash around as Mo Ran brought them both to the heights of sexual gratification.

-"Wanning..."

-"Mo Ran... ahh...!!!"

Here in the remote Yuliang village, everyone was tired after a long day of work. Lamps had been extinguished all around the village. Only the lamp inside Chu Wanning's room was still shining brightly.

If this was the past, Mo Ran would not let Chu Wanning sleep at all. He would succumb to his beastly nature, allowing things to take course naturally. Chu Wanning was his. His to pamper, his to soil. He wanted to mark the man inside out, letting the whole world know that Yuheng Elder, Beidou Immortal, the esteemed Chu-zongshi was his lover. If it were up to him, Chu Wanning would be naked and chained to the bed all day and night. So that he was always there to quench Mo Ran's endless thirst...

"Mo Ran."

"Mo Ran!"

Mo Ran snapped back into reality.

"Hm?"

Chu Wanning was all red in the face. He could not take the erotic massage anymore. It was too much for him.

"You can stop. Thank you, that was enough."

"Oh, alright."

Mo Ran also could not take it anymore. He left with the basin of water and closed the door behind him.

Chu Wanning sat on the bed, his heart pounding like insane against his ribcage. What the hell was happening? It was just a foot massage. Mo Ran was being a filial disciple. Chu Wanning chastised himself for having dirty thoughts. How unbecoming of a shizun!

The man went to bed angrily.

In the opposite house, Mo Ran took another bath, this time with cold water. He pressed his forehead against the wall as he rubbed along his engorged erection with increasing tempo.

"Wanning..." he whispered in desperation. "Wanning..."

It did not take long for him to come. As he shot his powerful load against the wall, Mo Ran felt somewhat resentful. Although he did not want to go down the same path as in his past life, he had to admit that life as Taxian-Jun was good. It was so miserable to be Mo-zongshi who had to suppress his desire for his shizun and be satisfied with doing it himself.