Chapter 117 - Extra—Incense Burner (Part One) (2/2)

A few moments later, he finally turned around to look at Lan WangJi beside him, only to find that although Lan WangJi’s face was still snowy white, tinged with not a single trace of red, his earlobes had already become pink.

Wei WuXian slithered over, up to no good, “Lan Er-gege… something seems to be wrong with this dream of yours, huh?”

“…” Lan WangJi suddenly stood up, “Stop looking!”

Wei WuXian immediately grabbed him, who was just about to get up and leave, “Don’t go! I still want to see what would happen in your dream. We haven’t even arrived at the best part yet, have we?”

By the desk in the Library Pavilion, Wei Ying howled for a while, tied up by Lan Zhan. After he quieted down, he tried to reason with the other, “Lan Zhan, a gentleman uses his tongue instead of his fists. You’d be narrow-minded if you’re like this. Think about it. Did I say anything about you?”

Lan Zhan breathed soundlessly, his voice cold, “Think on your own, what you said about me.”

Wei Ying protested, “I only said that you were an amateaur, that you didn’t know about some things. Isn’t it the truth? There are some adult things that you really don’t understand, right? Treating me like this just because you were exposed—what could you be if not narrow-minded?”

Lan Zhan was indifferent, “Who said I do not understand?”

Wei Ying raised a brow, smirking, “Ohhhhh, really? Stop being so stubborn. It’d be beyond mind-blowing if you actually do hahahahahaha… Ah!”

He suddenly exclaimed, for Lan Zhan suddenly gripped a part of him down below.

Lan Zhan’s handsome yet still somewhat callow features were cold as he repeated, “Who said I do not understand?”

Wei WuXian clung onto Lan WangJi, almost biting his earlobe, “Yeah, who said you didn’t understand? What you think about in the day you dream about at night. Lan Zhan, tell me the truth, you really want to do this to my past self, don’t you? I can’t believe… that you’re this kind of HanGuang-Jun.”

Although Lan WangJi was still expressionless, the pink had already snuck up to his fair neck. The fingers resting at his knee also curled up unnoticeably.

Over there, with his manhood having been seized, young Wei Ying gasped a few times, “What the Hell are you doing, Lan Zhan?! Are you mad?!”

Lan Zhan’s entire body had already jammed between Wei Ying’s legs. Such a position indeed made one feel threatened. Seeing his disadvantage, Wei Ying immediately changed his words, “… No, no, no! Nobody said you didn’t understand! L-L-L-Let go of me first—let’s talk things over!”

He swung his arms agitatedly, but the GusuLan Sect’s forehead ribbon was made of fine cloth. No matter how he floundered about, he couldn’t break out of the bondage. With a few more swings, he saw the book that landed nearby and grabbed it immediately, throwing it onto Lan Zhan in hope that the holy illustrations would knock him sober, “Calm down first!”

The book first crashed into Lan Zhan’s chest before it landed between Wei Ying’s wide open legs, flipping a few pages. Lan Zhan looked down, and he could no longer move his eyes.

Coincidentally, the page just so happened to land on an illustration that depicted an extremely obscene position in an extremely bold way. On top of that, both of the illustrated figures were men!

Wei WuXian remembered that the collection he showed Lan WangJi back then had nothing to do with cut-sleeves, so there definitely wasn’t such a page. He couldn’t help but once again marvel at this. The details within Lan WangJi’s dream were… so comprehensive that he could almost gasp in admiration!

Lan Zhan looked down, staring at the page without a single blink. Wei Ying saw the illustration as well. Immediately, he felt a bit awkward, “… Umm…” He wailed again and again within his heart. Insisting that actions were more powerful than words, he used all his strength to pull out a foot and kick forward. Yet, with only one hand, Lan Zhan grabbed the back side of his knee and opened his legs into a wider position. He stripped Wei Ying’s belt and trousers with just a few motions.

Wei Ying only felt his bottom half go cold. Looking down, he felt as if his heart went cold as well, exclaiming, “What are you doing, Lan Zhan?!”

Over at the side, Wei WuXian was absolutely engrossed as he watched, so excited that he shouted in silence, What do you think?! He’s gonna do you!

Stripped of his pants, Wei Ying’s legs, slim and white, were stark naked as he kicked them around. Lan Zhan pressed his legs down. Referring to the illustrations, his right hand searched for the tight, fleshy spot within the two snowy cheeks.

Wei Ying’s entire lower half was restrained firmly. Even when such a private region was forcefully touched, he had nowhere to hide. With two fingers, Lan Zhan rubbed the pink spot. Wei Ying shivered. A flash of embarrassment buzzed across his face, yet he forced it down and struggled as hard as he could, writhing madly. The youth on top of Wei Ying, however, continued to massage the region calmly with his right hand, eyelids lowered and lips sealed shut. Slowly, he exerted more strength, until the spot gradually softened. From the rubbing, a pink slit opened slightly, swallowing a small segment of the fair finger almost shyly.

Wei WuXian glanced at Lan WangJi with a smirk, “So this is why you refused to come in here earlier on, HanGuang-Jun. To do such a thing to me in your dream and have it seen by me—you’re really gonna want to go hide in a hole, huh?”

Lan WangJi sat straight by his side. He looked down, and his eyelashes seemed to tremble.

Resting his chin on his hand, Wei WuXian faced the scene, watching his young self be pinned down fingered by a young Lan Zhan. He grinned, “If you were able to dream about it afterwards, HanGuang-Jun, you should’ve just did it to me back then. I…”

Before he could finish, Lan WangJi grabbed his hands and pushed him onto the ground, covering his lips with his own. Wei WuXian could feel his boiling cheeks as well as the fiercely beating heart within his chest. He found it somewhat amusing. As the moist lips parted, he murmured, “What, embarrassed again?”

Lan WangJi’s breaths were abnormally rough. He didn’t answer. Wei WuXian, “Or… Are you hard instead?”

At the same time, Wei Ying let out a long, crying moan by the desk.

Lan Zhan had already leaned his entire body on top of Wei Ying. The two were tightly connected below, clearly in the process of intrusion. As the hard, foreign object penetrated his body bit by bit, Wei Ying felt so uncomfortable that both his legs curled up, yet because his hands were tightly bound by the forehead ribbon, he couldn’t move at all. In pain, he slammed his head loudly against the wall a few times. Lan Zhan put his hand under Wei Ying’s head to act as cushion. At the same time, he sent his member entirely inside Wei Ying’s body.

In the beginning, it was difficult for the fleshy spot to even take in a single finger, yet now it was stretched open with a large object both hot and hard. The delicate creases were also spread smooth. Wei Ying was still somewhat dazed, as if he didn’t know what was going on. But when Lan Zhan slowly began to thrust, consulting the illustrations, Wei Ying began to let out soft, subconscious whimpers.

Wei WuXian turned to Lan WangJi, “You were small back then, Lan Zhan, but your size definitely wasn’t. ‘I’ am a virgin, after all, so I say this is gonna be a rough round.”

He spoke as he rubbed and nudged his knees against Lan WangJi’s legs on purpose. Now that he’d seen with his own eyes a live session with him being the protagonist, he was very much turned on and wanted to experience the prowess of the erection again.

Before long, Lan WangJi ripped apart his trousers and the lower hem of his clothes without saying a word, while Wei WuXian naturally parted his legs and coiled them around his waist. Lan WangJi held the shaft of his erection and kneaded it against the entrance.

The two made love almost every single day. Both Wei WuXian’s body and heart were long since acquainted with Lan WangJi’s. He hugged Lan WangJi’s neck tightly and drew in a deep breath, and he was pierced through by the blade.

The entry proceeded quite smoothly. The soft entrance and the warm, moist inside tightly sucked on the intruding object, almost as if he was born to hold the one on top of him. Soon, from where they were connected came moist squelches and the sound of flesh beating flesh.

Lan WangJi’s member was quite impressive in its weight, and the shape of its shaft also curved slightly upwards. With every thrust, it’d accurately grind against the weakest, most sensitive spot on the inner wall. Every time the spot was hit, it was a whirling wave of pleasure for the both of them.

Wei WuXian felt light-headed from Lan WangJi’s thrusts, his insides contracting sporadically. He shivered from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, arching his neck with relish. From this angle, he could just barely see the sixteen-year-old Wei Ying of Lan WangJi’s dream, who was also in the middle of suffering such pleasure.

He lay amongst the books scattered on the ground, wrists bound together and weakly fixed above his head. His red ribbon had long since disappeared. Hair disheveled, he was on the verge of crying, tears blurring his squinting eyes. Atop him, Lan Zhan worked for a while. As if he thought Wei Ying’s legs weren’t far enough apart, he held Wei Ying’s leg and put it over his shoulder before plunging in again. The leg couldn’t hang any longer, and fell to the curve of his elbow. Both the smooth lines of the leg and the muscles at the inner thigh twitched slightly. It was obvious that Wei Ying was also driven mad by the curved, burning object that drilled through him ceaselessly. This being his first time, he could do nothing but hold tightly onto Lan Zhan’s shoulders as though he was drowning. He probably couldn’t even figure out where he was right now, much less recall that his current agony was afflicted by the one wreaking havoc within his body.

As he watched his sixteen-year-old self blush and tremble while being fucked by the sixteen-year-old Lan Zhan, Wei WuXian felt that it still wasn’t enough. Young Lan Zhan should be even rougher, even fiercer, and bully young Wei Ying until he cried out loud. Right now was far from enough.

Within the small area of the Library Pavilion, the two titillating acts played out. Wei Ying, who had been feeling quite hazy, seemed as if he was somewhat brought back by the sounds of the slapping meat. Staring at the ceiling of the Library Pavilion, he shivered before he slowly shifted his gaze down, as though he wanted to see what the situation below his body was like but didn’t have the courage to do so. Coincidentally, after Lan Zhan toiled for a while, he raised both of Wei Ying’s thighs and hung them at his shoulders. After he leaned forward and charged again, Wei Ying’s waist was bent into a flexible curvature. Through the blur of the tears, he could see what it was like between his buttocks.

The clean little spot of pink was now a ripe shade of deep red from the work of Lan Zhan’s member, its edges so swollen that it almost seemed pitiful. The weapon, long and hard, was still thrusting in and out. The milky secretion, the thin streaks of blood, and a clear fluid of unknown origin swished around where the two connected, making a mess of things. And in the front, his own member was also raised slightly, spouting some white at its head.

Seeing the horror, Wei Ying was shocked speechless. Soon, he suddenly struggled as hard as he could, conjuring up all his strength, and fought out of Lan Zhan’s grip. Flipping around, he crawled forward on his knees, wanting to escape.

For a long while he’d been fucked roughly, pressed on the ground. He’d long since lost all energy. His thighs and his knees quivered as he fumbled only a bit forward before he straight-up collapsed on the ground. The position displayed his round, snowy buttocks high in the air. White and red instantly dribbled out of the opening, rolling down the thighs. Inside the thighs was covered with red and purple handprints, able to induce one’s sadism with just one look.

And all of this fell right inside the eyes of Lan Zhan right behind him. With searing eyes, he chased after him without saying a word. Wei Ying felt something tighten around his waist. He was locked in place, and the place that had been empty for a few seconds was immediately filled again.

He moaned, whispering, “No…”

Having endured so much torment, he was already soft and slick, easily able to swallow whole the erection that had just been violating him. Wei Ying groveled on the mat, his body shifting forward with each thrust. Terror flashed across his face. In the past, when he went out into the mountains to fool around, he always saw beasts mate in this position. And thus, being entered from behind, it was only natural he felt even more embarrassed, his insides clenching tight. Pinching his waist, Lan Zhan fucked even harder, still without any method. After a while at such a level of intensity, Wei Ying finally couldn’t take it any longer.

Half his face and his upper body were pressed down on the ground with extreme force. He rambled incoherently, “S-Spare me, spare me… Lan Zhan, Second Young Master Lan, spare me…”

Apart from bringing about deeper and faster dives, of course this kind of plea was utterly useless. Wei WuXian laughed, “Good Heavens, I’m almost gonna get hard. Please don’t spare him no matter what. The right thing to do is to fuck him all the way… Ah…”

Lan WangJi picked him up so that Wei WuXian sat on him. The weight of his body made Wei WuXian swallow the rod even deeper, so deep that his brows knit together and his face twitch slightly. He quickly diverted his attention to riding Lan WangJi, adjusting his position. He no longer had the spare energy to spout shameless comments.

As the squelches and the sounds of body slapping against body became even louder, Wei Ying’s cries also became more miserable, “Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan… Did… Did you hear me… It’s too deep… Don’t come in all the way… My stomach hurts…”

Every time Lan Zhan went in, it was as if he was going to pierce him through. The absolute force was the exact opposite of that face of his. Wei Ying was already all red and numb from the onslaught. His entire lower body almost couldn’t feel anything anymore. He tried hard to move forward, but every time he’d be dragged back roughly, forced to take Lan Zhan’s shaft into the depths of his body. With a few such repetitions, he mumbled almost as if he was on his last breath, “Listen… Listen to me, outside, o-outside there are people waiting for me. Jiang Cheng and the rest… are still waiting for me outside… Ah!”

Hearing this, Lan Zhan withdrew from his body all of a sudden and turned him over.

Wei Ying let out a tear-streaked whimper and immediately curled into a ball, almost as if he wanted to hide himself like an infant. He was mostly erect at the front, on the verge of coming. Fluids were sprawled across the end of his thigh, trickling down. It was quite the spectacle. The hole that’d been forcefully used for so long was swollen, yet it still opened and closed intermittently, seeping white and red. It was as if it was hungry and didn’t want Lan Zhan to leave his body.

Wei WuXian, on the other hand, had his waist and hips be supported by Lan WangJi as he rode atop his body. Even now, Lan WangJi’s face was cold and elegant. If not for his somewhat scattered breathing, it was impossible to tell what he was doing just by looking at his face. It’d be even harder to guess that right now, he cupped Wei WuXian’s buttocks with both hands as he squeezed and kneaded without at all controlling his force, leaving blue and purple prints on the two round halves. He then lowered his head and held the spot of red at Wei WuXian’s left chest into his lips, nipping gently. As Wei WuXian swallowed his member in and out, the wet, purplish rod disappeared again and again into the deep crevice. It felt so good his scalp tingled.

Over there, Lan Zhan stared for a while at Wei Ying, who seemed like he was about to pass out. Suddenly, he tore apart the clothes in front of him and pinched the pink at his left chest before burying into his body again.

Wei Ying finally got the time to catch his breath. Right now, his entire body was sensitive to an extreme. How could he be treated like this? With a whimper, his insides squeezed tight. Tears immediately rolled down.

It seemed as if Lan Zhan was angry at the two buds on his chest, rubbing and pinching them so hard that they were erect and swollen red. Every time he was touched. Wei Ying’s inner walls contracted fiercely. The warm, delicate flesh sucked the blade tightly, perfectly outlining the shape of Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying cried, “Lan Zhan, I was wrong, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have called you an amateur, I shouldn’t have said you didn’t understand, I won’t teach you anymore. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan did you hear me? Second Young Master Lan, Lan Er-gege…”

Hearing the sweet, nasal tone of the last word, Lan Zhan’s motions slowed slightly. He indeed showed some mercy. With blurred eyes, he drew towards Wei Ying’s face and gently kissed his thin, pleading lips.

Wei Ying felt as though his entire lower body had been crushed by a boulder. He felt searing hot down below and sore around his waist, while his nipples were still being teased. He was just starting to drift off when he suddenly felt the attacks below him slow down somewhat. The two’s foreheads bumped against each other as two cold lips approached. They tasted a bit sweet. He opened his eyes. As he saw how Lan Zhan’s long, dark eyelashes were less than inch away as he kissed him dedicatedly, he somehow felt a tinge of comfort.

And so, Wei Ying opened his mouth as well, sucking on Lan Zhan’s lips softly. He murmured, “… I want more…”

What he meant was the kiss, yet Lan Zhan understood him wrong, increasing speed. Wei Ying gasped a few times. He quickly hugged his neck and took the initiative in the kiss.

In the beginning, Wei Ying only thought that it was absolutely terrifying for such a long, hard object to jab around his insides. But after so long, he also discovered a sensation apart from soreness, pain, and fatigue, gradually getting aroused. Especially when Lan Zhan’s somewhat curved erection pressed hard against a certain spot inside him, it felt as if currents passed through his entire body, sending so much pleasure that he trembled. He got harder and harder in front, secreting more and more of the white fluid. He couldn’t control his body from moving his hips,. Sometimes when even Lan Zhan didn’t hit the right spot, he’d send his lower half forth and try his hardest to accommodate. What went out of his mouth also ceased to be pleas.

Wei Ying, “… Ge… Er-Gege… Lan Er-Gege… Pl-… Please…”

Lan Zhan caught his breath, his voice deep, “What?”

Wei Ying cupped his cheeks and kissed unstoppably, whispering, “Do it up there, just like before, hit that spot, alright…?”

As he wished, Lan Zhan ground his hips in the direction he wanted. These few thrusts seemed especially heavy. Wei Ying cried in surprise, limbs wrapping around his body as he called, “What…”

Lan Zhan had already blocked his lips, concentrating on the kiss.

Wei WuXian also lingered in the kiss with Lan WangJi, his tongue sketching the outline of the other’s lips. Hearing what happened over there, Wei WuXian spoke, “HanGuang-Jun, you came over there.”

A sweaty Lan Zhan embraced a similar Wei Ying, lying quietly on the mat that had already been wrinkled. Wei Ying’s chest heaved up and down, his eyes still somewhat hazy. The two hadn’t parted yet. He was still sucking tightly on Lan Zhan’s member. The semen was sealed tightly inside and not a single drop had leaked.

Wei WuXian grinned, “Look over here. Shouldn’t we also…”

Lan WangJi nodded and laid him flat on the mat. Hips steady, he lunged a few times before letting it out inside Wei WuXian’s body.

Wei WuXian let out a breath of relief. It felt wonderful, yet his back and buttocks weren’t made of steel. After messing about for so long, watching the two younger ones, he was pretty much drained of all energy. Yet, Lan WangJi didn’t pull out just yet. Instead, still inside of him, he adjusted him into another position.

Wei WuXian, “HanGuang-… Jun?”

Lan WangJi let out a small smile. He approached his ear and said a few soft words.

Wei WuXian, “… Umm, wait? By fuck him all the way, I meant for the young Lan Zhan in your dream to fuck the me in the dream all the way? I didn’t mean… Lan Zhan? Er-Ge-… Ge? Spare me!!!”