Oblivion Tea
Cal couldn't understand how he'd gone from servant to master, but right now he was experiencing unprecedented pleasure. His whole body was melting and dissolving under the influence of Ling's sweet tongue.
Holding back a moan, he could hardly keep his feet. Eventually, he leaned his hand on the table to endure a few more furious bursts of pleasure while keeping his face intact.
Barely holding back, he was breathing heavily, but his tormentor had trump cards up his sleeves. Ling was determined to drive Cal mad for good. He reached out and squeezed his firm scrotum in his hot fingers.
With a few massaging motions, he forced Cal into a red-hot frying pan. Grabbing Ling's hair, Cal swallowed convulsively and exploded, his mind clouded with a thrill of pleasure.
He slumped slowly to the floor in front of Ling and rested his head against his shoulder, breathing heavily. Inside of Ling sizzled red-hot lava, reacting with his willpower. Seeing that he'd made it through, he mewed with joy, ignoring his arousal
«You...» Cal finally spoke, «thank you.»
Ling nodded, wiping his face.
He reached down and grabbed his towel off the floor. The young man helped him to his feet and secured the towel to his hips. Almost immediately there was awkwardness between them. This was the first time Cal had experienced this type of pleasure and his experience was greatly enhanced.
The Teacher had never done anything like this to him, but it was worth considering that Teacher had no love for him. In sex with him, too, Cal remained rather restrained and relied more on his technique.
Just now he seemed to have lost his head for the first time when he found out what it was like to be caressed by someone who made your heart beat faster... He definitely liked it...
Ling stomped awkwardly beside him, not knowing what to do next. Some sad notes began to poison his hitherto bright feelings, and his heart's longing reminded him more and more of itself. Within himself, the young man became restless and very vulnerable.
His selfish heart demanded the love of another. Without understanding himself, he suddenly felt extremely vulnerable and lost. Ashamed and not wanting to be exposed, he jumped out of the room and ran ashore.
Like a distraught teenager who has learned the bitterness of love, he wandered across the dark sand, reaching almost to the water. Tears rolled down his face in the darkness.
He missed... he missed someone terribly at this very second and could not be comforted by anything.
Negative emotions overwhelmed and swept over him like ocean waves. Ling wanted to scream. Everything inside him was burning and tearing to shreds. It seemed all his past life, all his efforts to keep his love alive and wait for his happy «together forever» «it was all an illusion, it was all for nothing.»
Ling fell to his knees and screamed, terrified of his intemperance. He couldn't remember Wei's face. He couldn't remember his face...couldn't...what Jiang Wei looked like! What was going on?
How long had it been since they had last seen each other? And how long had it been since they had loved each other sincerely and tenderly? Ling raked the sand in front of him into a big pile. Like a madman, he poured more and more sand in front of him, and then hit it with his fist, shattering the sand pyramid.
«Jiang Wei, you son of a bitch!» shouted Ling! «Why did you give up on me so easily? I'm not good enough for you?! What have you done to us, how could you?!»
The dark sky swallowed up his cry without answering. Only the ocean was still murmuring as if it were displeased with something.
Right at that moment, Ling's heart was bursting with pain and resentment. He was finally admitting that he had been betrayed, disguising the act with pretty words and framing it so that he could not rebuke and resent.
And if it had been Ling who got married, indeed married, just started dating another man, what then? Would Wei take it easy? Who knows...? A whirlwind of painful memories and regrets came over Ling from nowhere. Thoughts of the past slashed without a knife. The young man bent in half and screamed silently...
Why had he thought he was strong until that day? Was he strong now? Wasn't it all self-deception? Wei had given up on him; he had given up on their relationship and chosen power and money instead.
This is the truth that he did not dare to look into his eyes. Until now, no one but Way had ever loved or hurt him. But now he recognized Cal, and his warm heart gave Ling the courage to face his monster.
«Wei betrayed me and wasn't going to come back, I acted like a fool, believing him and protecting him,» Ling whispered, kneading the wet sand in his hands.
Then he looked up into the dark sky, wondering if there was anyone Ling needed in this world. His emotional state was deteriorating more and more. He stood up and stepped resolutely into the water. His mind was leaving him; he suddenly wanted to die...
Farther and farther away from the shore, he felt a painful joy, imagining how Wei would learn of his death. He wanted to cause him mortal, searing pain, wound him, and make him regret, repent and most importantly, deprive him of the opportunity to make things right... The icy water reached his chest, but Ling did not feel the cold.
His soul burned with resentment and disappointment. Ling couldn't see his wrist, but he knew that the tattoo was gone, and his whole invented world disappeared with it. Was there anything keeping him in this world? Why would such a worthless man want to go on living?
The young man was doing an unbelievable thing, unaware of his inadequacy. The drink of oblivion was bubbling in his blood, bringing the young man's condition to complete absurdity and self-destruction.
Ling went headlong under the water and froze.
«I am so useless, so worthless, why was I born, » he repeated mentally and his body gradually stiffened. Even underwater, tears flowed from his eyes, and he screamed, having no more ways to express his pain. The waves picked up his body, rocking him like a baby, trying to calm his sadness, promising a new day tomorrow, but Ling could no longer hear or see. He was dying.
Suddenly a bright light flashed through the water column, drawing the young man out of the darkness. As if he'd been expecting it, Cal jumped into the water and retrieved Ling's body. The boy was limp in his arms, his long hair dangling lifelessly, not a muscle in his face.
Cal laid him on the sand and massaged his heart. After
a brief resuscitation, Ling coughed the water out of his lungs, but he never woke up. Cal sat beside him until morning, kneading his cold hands and listening to his faint breathing.
«When will he come to?» Cal asked the Teacher.
«It's hard to say; awakening is an unexplored thing. He had a very emotional night. Tomorrow he might be able to come back to us from his journey.»
«Did that happen to me, too?» Cal asked.
«Surely you don't remember anything, do you? Your awakening happened in the second year that we met. You drank the oblivion tea, got frantic, broke some of the furniture, and then you climbed out on the roof and jumped down. Luckily, right before you fell, you woke up and your powers protected you. You lay unconscious for three nights and finally woke up. Ling will make it, too, while his soul is adrift, who knows what he'll find there...?»
Meanwhile, Ling was climbing the steps. He had to make it to the top of the stairs by all means. He could have done just fine, but he was carrying a huge bale of luggage on his back that was larger than he was. Every step was difficult.
Sweating profusely, he fought tooth and nail to keep from tumbling backward and plunging into the abyss behind him. He knew that he would find answers to his questions up there, and he pushed onward stubbornly.
Grasping the white stones, he took step after step and finally, literally crawled up the last step. A suspension bridge, partially obscured by fog, appeared before his eyes. The air was scented with the scents of rain and flowers.
The young man rose and walked uncertainly over the bridge. The fog made the world around him unreal, but Ling guessed there was a frightening abyss below and gripped the bridge railing tighter. Halfway across, he encountered a strong wind.
The bridge swayed and the young man struggled to hold on. Finally he lowered his burden and dragged it. Each step was difficult, but Ling did not let go of the sack. When he reached the end of the bridge, he noticed that the wind had stopped and that a mountain lake stretched out in front of him. Small boats were swaying on the shore.
Ling dragged his sack to one of them and with great care loaded it into the boat. The boat had barely left the shore when it began to sink and so Ling jumped out of it, continuing to swim alongside and pushing the boat toward the opposite shore. Once ashore, he dried off a little and then continued on his way again.
A beautiful garden spread out before him, but the narrow paths made it impossible to pull such a huge bag behind him. Barely trying, Ling was disappointed to see that the rose bushes had been uprooted. Lamenting his fate, he pushed himself up and struggled to lift the sack over his head.
Slowly treading the path, he carried the heavy load on his outstretched arms, but the roses remained intact. His arms and legs shook inexorably with the exertion. He was drenched in sweat and his muscles ached. Although the world's most beautiful flowers were blooming all around him, Ling could not enjoy them because all his attention was consumed by the bag over his head.
Suddenly he heard a chuckle like the ringing of a silver bell.
«I'm here!» the voice teased, «I'm behind you!»
«And now in front of you.»
«Find me... Rusty, why are you so slow?»
«Why are you carrying such a big bag?!»
Ling looked around confusedly but saw no one. Walking a little farther forward, he stopped at the beginning of a graceful circular square. It was drowned in a sea of flowers around the edges, and in the middle of it, a small fountain of white stone towered. The water flowed lazily from the upper bowl to the lower one. At the very bottom sat a little girl, dangling her feet. She did not look more than five years old.
«You found me,» the girl laughed merrily, «how slow you are...»
Ling stepped closer and placed the sack on the ground. The breeze picked up the splashes of water and gently sprayed the young man's heated face. He squeezed his eyes shut and continued to stand in that cool rain. The girl got tired of waiting and, with a light wave of her hand, she doused him with water from head to toe.
The astonished Ling wiped his face with his sleeve and was about to shout at the girl, but she easily pushed off and flew over to the upper bowl of the fountain. Stepping on the water without drowning in it, she strode in front of the young man, making him nervous.
«Who are you?» he asked at last.
«I am me,» the girl was not planning to make friends with Ling.
«And what is this place?» Ling asked, looking around.
«I don't know, it was your idea,» the girl shrugged her thin shoulders.
Ling rubbed the back of his head in confusion and did not know what to say.
«Do you know how you ended up here?» the girl asked more gently.
«I don't know,» he answered sincerely.
«You are dead,» the little girl said in a daze, «but not completely, so you can still come back.
Ling didn't even know what to answer.
«Let's see what you brought,» the girl looked curiously at his sack.
Truth be told, Ling didn't know what was inside the bag himself. He just clung to it all the way, like it was his most precious possession.