Chapter 115 - Extra—Banquet (Part Two) (1/2)
Translated by K of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Despite everything, that night, the two didn’t immediately get the chance to ‘try’. Lan WangJi first had to see and and talk to Lan XiChen, who had been in secluded meditation for a while.
These days, Wei WuXian adopted a strange habit. He liked to sleep on top of Lan WangJi’s body, no matter lying on him or clinging to his chest face-to-face. Anyhow, without this human pillow, he wasn’t able to sleep. Shamelessly, he turned the jingshi upside-down, and did indeed manage to dig out some things.
Lan WangJi had been prim and proper with everything he did, ever since he was young. His calligraphy, paintings, and essays were all extremely organized, ordered by year. Wei WuXian started from the handwriting practice he did when he was young, laughing as he flipped through them with relish. He’d feel his teeth ache every time he saw Lan QiRen’s red comments. But, even after thousands of pages, he only found one piece of paper with a mistake on it. Afterwards, Lan WangJi used another piece of paper to copy with all seriousness the mistaken character a hundred times. Wei WuXian clicked his tongue, Poor kid. He probably didn’t even recognize the character after so much copying.
He was going to continue flipping through these old, yellowing pages when a faint light lit up amid the darkness outside the Jingshi.
He didn’t hear footsteps, but Wei WuXian skilfully rolled onto Lan WangJi’s bed, hauling the blanket from his feet up to his head. When Lan WangJi gently pushed the door open and entered, what he saw was the illusion that the person inside the room was sleeping soundly.
Lan WangJi’s motions were absolutely noiseless in the first place. Seeing that someone was already ‘asleep’, he held back his breathing and slowly shut the Jingshi’s door. After a moment of silence, he finally approached the bed.
Before he even got near, his entire upper body was wrapped into a flying blanket.
Lan WangJi, “…”
Wei WuXian leaped down, tightly hugging Lan WangJi whose entire head was covered, and pushed him onto the bed, “Rape!”
Lan WangJi, “…”
Wei WuXian’s hands vulgarly touched and fumbled around his body, yet Lan WangJi still lay as quiet as dead, letting him do whatever he pleased. Wei WuXian lost interest just a while later, “HanGuang-Jun, why don’t you even resist a bit? If you’re just lying there not even moving, what’s the fun of me raping you?”
Lan WangJi’s muffled voice came through the blanket, “What do you want me to do?”
Wei WuXian advised, “When I hold you down, you’re gonna push me and not let me get on top of you, and squeeze your legs together and struggle as hard as you can, at the same time scream for help…”
Lan WangJi, “Making noise is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.”
Wei WuXian, “Then you can call for help lightly. And also, when I rip your clothes apart, you should try your best to resist and protect your chest.”
The blanket was silent for a while.
A moment later, Lan WangJi replied, “It sounds rather difficult.”
Wei WuXian, “Really?!”
Lan WangJi, “Mn.”
Wei WuXian, “I’m out of ideas, then. How about we change things up and you rape me instead…”
Before he finished, his view spun and the blankets flew off. Lan WangJi had already pushed him onto the bed.
Because he was smothered inside the blanket by Wei WuXian for quite a while, even his eternally-neat hair tie and forehead ribbon were somewhat crooked. His hair was somewhat disheveled, a few strands dangling down, and his originally jade-white cheeks shone through with soft pink. Under the candlelight, he was quite the bashful beauty. Unfortunately, though, the beauty’s arm strength was absurdly great, firmly locked around Wei WuXian like clamps of iron as he begged, “HanGuang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, to forgive is a virtue.”
Lan WangJi’s eyes didn’t waver, while the two bright flames of the candle trembled in their reflection. His expression was calm, “Yes.”
Wei WuXian, “Yes what? Handstand? Rape? Hey! My clothes.”
Lan WangJi, “You said so yourself.”
As he spoke, he set his body between Wei WuXian’s legs and stayed for a while. Wei WuXian waited for a while, but nothing came, “What!”
Lan WangJi straightened up slightly, “Why do you not resist?”
Wei WuXian squeezed his waist with his legs, rubbing slowly and refusing to let him leave. He grinned, “Well what can I do? When you push me down, my legs open themselves involuntarily. I can’t close them at all, so how do I have the strength to resist? It’s hard for you, but it’s hard for me too… Stop, stop, come here, let me show you something first.” He fished out a piece of paper from his lapels, “Lan Zhan, let me ask you—how could you make a mistake on such an easy character? Not studying properly? What was going on in that head of yours?”
Lan WangJi glanced at the paper and said nothing, but the meaning of his gaze was more than clear—how faceless that someone like Wei WuXian, who used a wild cursive when copying scriptures and made so many mistakes in the process of slacking off, would berate him for making a mistake on one character.
Wei WuXian pretended to not understand those eyes as he continued, “Look at the date you wrote at the bottom. Let me see… You were already fifteen or sixteen at that time, weren’t you? To make a mistake like this at such an age, you…”
But when he thought about the date at the bottom more carefully, he found that it just so happened to match up with the three months he spent studying at the Cloud Recesses.
Wei WuXian was immediately overjoyed, speaking on purpose, “Could it be that when Lan Er-gege was young, he didn’t pay attention to reading and writing because I was the only thing he could think about?”
Back when Wei WuXian was grounded at the Library Pavilion, he threw tantrums and lounged around every day in front of Lan WangJi, harassing him in a hundred ways. He stirred up Lan WangJi’s peace and quiet so much that it was difficult for Lan WangJi not to ‘think about’ him, but just not that sort of ‘think about’. Under such circumstances, it was extremely admirable that Lan WangJi managed to pull through, supervising Wei WuXian’s scripture-copying as he himself kept on doing his own things, making only one mistake.
Wei WuXian, “Huh, why is it my fault again? You’re gonna blame it on me again.”
“…” Lan WangJi’s voice was low, “Your fault!”
His breaths hitched as he tried to grab the piece of paper that was a stain in his otherwise-perfect life. Wei WuXian loved it when Lan WangJi was forced into a corner. He immediately stuffed the paper inside his clothes and hid it near his flesh, “Come at me if you’re so good.”
Lan WangJi didn’t hesitate at all as he reached inside. And he didn’t take his hands out.
Wei WuXian, “You’re incredible indeed!”
The two messed around for over half of the night. Only in the second half were they able to hold a serious conversation.
Wei WuXian still clung to Lan WangJi’s chest, face buried at his neck as he felt the sandalwood aroma on Lan WangJi’s body grow even richer. He felt lazy all over, eyes closed, “Is your brother alright?”
Lan WangJi embraced his naked back, stroking again and again. After a while of a silence, he answered, “Not really.”
Both of the two were sticky with sweat. Wei WuXian felt an itch crawl from his skin all the way to the bottom of his heart as Lan WangJi stroked him. He twisted somewhat uncomfortably, swallowing Lan WangJi even deeper.
Lan WangJi lowered his voice, “In the years when I was in secluded meditation, Brother had always been the one to comfort me.”
Yet now the situation was the exact opposite.