Chapter 89: This Venerable One's Past Affair With You

>> dub/noncon; reminder to close the tab and walk away if you don't wanna see it

When Mo Ran woke again, it was already bright outside and the sun was high in the sky.

Mo Ran rolled over and blinked—Chu Wanning was surprisingly still asleep.

Maybe it was the effect of the tapir fragrance dew, or maybe it was because of his poor health lately, coupled fitful sleep often troubled by dreams, but he was still deeply asleep even at this hour. His back was turned to him, long, inky hair spilling loosely across pillow and bed, the color of the night.

Mo Ran: "..." Since Shizun wasn't up yet, there was even less reason for the disciple to be any kind of industrious. The bed was too comfortable, might as well lie around some more.

But it was boring just lying around, so Mo Ran scooched closer and started playing with Chu Wanning's hair.

Shizun's hair always smelled faintly of flowers; soft as smoke, fine as mist, it was one of Mo Ran's favorite things to touch.

He brushed his fingers through those misty strands, the smooth, satiny feeling wrapping around his fingers and making him feel all tingly inside.

The patterned, dark-colored bed curtains drifted gently in the breeze that swept through the window.

He narrowed his eyes; certain parts of him were particularly energetic in the mornings, and with such a pleasant sensation at the tips of his fingers, one that was so familiar, so…...

He held a lock of Chu Wanning's hair to his nose and breathed in.   The long, soft strands called to mind things from the bygone past.

Ever since his rebirth, he had tried his best to not think too much about the more lustful segments of their wanton history together, but for some reason, he simply felt like indulging in some reminiscence this morning.

His throat felt a little dry.

He didn't want to touch his body anymore, but hair should be fine. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips lightly against the inky darkness between his fingers.

This inky darkness...

It was the same inky darkness back then, at Sisheng Peak's Wushan Palace,

falling around Mo Ran like a curtain. He held that man's slender waist between his hands, the feeling of lean muscles beneath his fingertips completely different from the feel of a woman.

Chu Wanning worked himself up and down where he straddled Mo Ran's hips. It must have hurt, by the way his sharp brows were pulled so tightly together and specks of light glistened in those phoenix eyes, ferocity and despair tinged a vivid red. He was so resentful, so unresigned, yet so helplessly pitiful.

From his place as the victor, Mo Ran's voice was even and not without malice as he made demands of him.

"Faster." "..."

"Are you tired already? Moving this slowly." But even like this, Chu Wanning's ironclad will remained firm, refused to yield. He breathed out, hatred in his watery, red-tinged eyes, then he bit down on his lip and began to move, fast and rough, almost as if in self-punishment.

It was agony.

He did it again and again; even when his arched back began to shudder and cold sweat drenched his body, still he didn't beg, didn't even make a sound.

Through the long inky strands hanging before his eyes, Mo Ran's eyes were bright in the darkness of night, burning with animalistic desire, madness,

ecstasy, gratification.

"...Ngh!" A stifled groan—it seemed the man on top of him finally couldn't take the pain any longer. Mo Ran's eyes darkened as he sat up without warning and wrapped his arms around the sweat-soaked body that was trembling ever so slightly. He tried so hard to endure it, but still he trembled... and the change in position only sheathed Mo Ran even deeper inside of him; he felt like his stomach might get pierced through.

That cruel, ruthless person caressed him, his touch tender yet venomous.

"Chu Wanning, did you ever think you'd end up like this one day, sitting in my lap, taking my cock?" He gripped him tightly in his arms, fucking slowly in and out, nuzzling intimately as a shiver ran through him.

"Yuheng of the Night Sky, Beidou Immortal... heh, in the end, you still had to open your legs and ask me to fuck you." Hands wandering along the other's waist, he thrust in deep, feeling Chu Wanning's tightness around himself. He was so intoxicated that there were practically fireworks going off in his chest, but he put on a front of calm indifference as he tormented and humiliated him.

"Didn't you say I was lowly, didn't you look down on me? But Chu Wanning,

now it's you who seeks my favor." He sunk his teeth viciously into the other's jaw, "Look down, look at how you're sucking me in, hm? Between the two of us,

just who's the lowly one here, my good Shizun?" "..." Trembling, Chu Wanning closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear these dirty words.

It was…... his first time...

With the person he had once liked, but it was torture worse than death.

"Open your eyes." Came the callous order by his ear.

"I still have Xue Meng. You know what I'll do if you don't listen." There was no choice; slowly, he opened his eyes, brimming with tears that he refused to let fall.

The hand on his jaw forced him to look down where he was taking his disciple's cock. The sound of flesh against flesh, the stickiness of blood mixed with thick fluids, all of it was unbearably wanton.

"Up a little." There was no strength in his legs, but he didn't want Mo Ran's help, the last tattered piece of his dignity forcing his body up by strength of will alone. The hardness inside him slid out until only the engorged head was pressed into his entrance.

Mo Ran wrapped his hand around his length and thrust in shallowly a few times—not too deeply, just enough for Chu Wanning see himself get breached.

Chu Wanning's lashes trembled the whole time, maybe from pain, or humiliation,

or arousal.

"You are such a slut." Mo Ran said in a low voice, "If I'd known sooner, I would've fucked you back when I was your disciple." He was an uncultured scoundrel after all, no manners or elegance to speak of.

The vulgar words cut into Chu Wanning's heart like a blade.

He lifted his head, closed his eyes, and spoke for the first time that night in a voice that was raw and raspy.

He said:

"Mo Ran, just kill me." The hand on his waist twitched imperceptibly.

Then Mo Ran smiled, sweet as ever, framed by a pair of charming dimples.

"Okay." Chu Wanning's eyes flew open.

In those watery eyes that made his blood boil with arousal, Mo Ran saw the reflection of his own twisted smile.

"I won't stop you if you want to die. But you don't get to choose how. I'll have you get fucked by a thousand people while Xue Meng watches. Actually, Xue Meng should join in too. How about it?" "You——!" The cruel words stung him like poison, and, like a venomous scorpion, Mo Ran watched his work with glee, watched the blood drain from Chu Wanning's face and the way those slightly parted lips trembled faintly despite his restraint.

Mo Ran suddenly felt a deep sense of satisfaction, tinged with pity, but also delight and arousal. He pulled Chu Wanning back into his arms and buried himself deep inside of him, fucking relentlessly into him at an unforgiving pace,

almost frenzied: "Hah, just how gullible are you, to actually believe that?" He let out a deep laugh before kissing him ravenously, his hands rubbing and stroking him as he said between heavy breaths, "Don't think too much, I was just messing with you." Chu Wanning seemed like he was about to fall apart with every thrust, but more than that, it was almost as if his soul had already shattered.

"Just messing with you." Mo Ran's breaths came out in harsh pants; it wasn't enough, so he pushed him down to the ground and leaned over him, bearing down with his weight and lifting his leg to fuck into him deeper, snapping his hips with abandon.

"How could I bear to let anyone else touch you like that... you're mine...

mine alone..."   Pale, slender fingers scrabbled against the floor, but there was nothing to hold onto.

Chu Wanning was helpless in the end; he could only let him do as he pleased, until his consciousness began to fade and the light in his eyes grew dim.

Suddenly lifting his hand, he covered his eyes.

Softly, he said: "Mo Ran..." "Mo Ran, if you still have any compassion in you... any conscience..." His eyelashes trembled against the back of his hand.

"Then please... don't do this anymore..."   "Mo Ran..." His voice broke on a sob.

It was the first time Mo Ran had ever seen him cry in the past life.

"Mo Ran, I can't take it anymore..." "It hurts..."   Chu Wanning rolled over suddenly, jolting Mo Ran out of his debauched reminiscing. The past dissipated like a scattering of birds, leaving only his heart thumping against his ribcage.

The long strands between his fingers slipped away, but that person turned toward him, his face so close now that he could see his individual eyelashes.

How beautiful, he thought.

In all fairness, Chu Wanning's looks weren't gentle or soft by any means. His features were handsome, sharp and intense as if cut by blades, and actually more masculine than average.

But that only made it all the more enticing.

Mo Ran wanted to see this proud, unbending man come undone beneath himself.

His heart beat faster and faster.

He stared at Chu Wanning's face, gaze drifting inch by inch until it landed on those lightly colored lips that were slightly parted in sleep.

He leaned in subconsciously.

Just a little closer and their lips would meet.

The sweet taste of dew.

Mo Ran's throat worked in a swallow; his mouth felt dry. A little closer, just a little more…...almost.

Suddenly, a flash of clarity shot through his arousal-addled mind and he froze, face deathly pale.

What was he doing!!!!

Quickly sitting up, Mo Ran stared at the man in the bed——Chu Wanning,

Chu Wanning, no matter how much he'd bedded him before, that was all in the past already! The fuck was he doing, had he lost his mind??

Was it possible that he really did like him?

Mo Ran paled at the thought, so unsettled that he couldn't think straight.

He drew in a deep breath and buried his face in his hands, scrubbing forcefully, and then, cursing under his breath, he pulled on an outer robe and left in a hurry, as if running away.

Author's Notes:

boss: I spent so much fucking effort to grant you a peek into your heart, but not only did you not think of Shi Mei at all, your head is filled with the little act by you and your shizun? Looks like I'm Santa Claus, coming here just to deliver your car keys to you, idiot! My rage is endless!

The previous life has smut, and is naturally accompanied by glass shards, I won't warn for knives in the previous life, I've already said it's all car knife car knife knife car knife car, haha, besides, are you scared when you see the word count Actually it's because important content was deleted~

Take this small car for now, after all this is a flashback, we'll start the bigger car in this lifetime~