Futile Devices Scans

“Too big?” the man let out a low chuckle, the corner of his lips curling into a faintly mocking smile. His dark eyes remained cold and devoid of warmth, as though the one indulging in passion were someone else entirely.

Beneath the veiled moonlight, his laughter carried a chilling undertone.

He savored the slick warmth that enveloped him, the yielding passage tightening again and again as if never satisfied.

“I’d say you’re enjoying it quite a bit, aren’t you?”

Without hesitation, he began to move.

Watching the beautiful youth beneath him tremble and gasp in helpless sobs, the man seemed almost to reward him—his thrusts growing sharper, more forceful.

“Ah—! No more…! Ah—! It’s too fast…! Ah—ah… it feels so good…!”

Waves of overwhelming sensation surged through their joined bodies. The heat between them refused to fade, even as the night breeze brushed coolly against their skin and the fine silk of the man’s robes.

Instead, it only drove their desire higher.

The youth, clearly experienced, adjusted instinctively, seeking a position that brought greater ease. He rose and sank in rhythm with the man’s relentless advances, his slender waist swaying like a boneless serpent, drawing fluid arcs in the air.

His head tilted back helplessly, as though unable to withstand the tide of sensation. Ink-black hair cascaded in disarray, scattering across his pale body, while his long neck arched into an elegant, alluring curve.

Soft, wet sounds echoed between them, accompanied by the sharp rhythm of impact.

The two were utterly lost in their own world.

Behind the artificial hill, Ning Xuan—who had only just managed to convince himself to remain calm—now stood stiff as a wooden statue.

Suddenly, the man seized the youth’s hips with both hands, lifting and guiding him in time with his own movements.

“Ah—! Too… too deep…! Ha—! It’s so big…!”

The force of it seemed almost beyond the youth’s endurance. His body trembled uncontrollably, swaying without rhythm—as if he wished to flee, yet could not help but press closer still.

“Ah—!”

The pace quickened further, fierce and overwhelming, as though to drive him apart entirely—only for the man to pull him down again without mercy.

In the next instant, the man’s body stiffened sharply.

A long, drawn-out cry tore from the youth’s throat at the same moment. His body arched backward, unable to bear any more, his chest thrust forward, his slender waist curving into a full, crescent arc beneath the moonlight.

His head fell back, hair scattering like ink in the wind.

And yet—

No matter how beautiful that silhouette appeared beneath the moon, Ning Xuan found it utterly unbearable to witness.

What the hell is this…?!

I’m still a virgin, alright?!

He had only ever heard of such things in passing—never even seen so-called “adult films” before.

And now, after traveling across worlds, he had not only received an unexpected lesson in such matters—

He had been subjected to a full, unfiltered performance!

And not just any performance—

But one starring two men!

Am I really that sinful…?

Ning Xuan’s face twisted miserably.

All he wanted now was to crawl back into his little room, bury himself under the covers, and recover from the shock with a long, dreamless sleep.

He had no idea whether the two men behind him would continue, nor whether his frantic retreat—half crawling, half stumbling through the grass—had disturbed them.

He had already reached his limit.

His steps were unsteady, as though he were drunk.

He had gone out in search of food—only to stumble upon such a scene instead.

He could barely recall how he had gotten there, and yet somehow, swaying left and right, he managed to find his way back to his room.

Pushing the door open, he rushed inside.

Without caring whether he might wake Mo Qi, he fumbled in the dark, grabbed the teapot from the table, and poured himself a cup.

The cold tea slid down his throat into his empty stomach, sending a shiver through him—but it did help clear his mind.

He collapsed onto the edge of the bed, intending to catch his breath before finally going to sleep.

But when he turned his head—

He saw Mo Qi, sleeping peacefully, utterly unaware of everything, as if even thunder would not wake him.

That serene, comfortable expression—

It snapped the last thread of Ning Xuan’s sanity.

Why is it that I’m the one half-scared to death, mentally shattered, forced into a live “lesson” without consent—

—while this guy is sleeping soundly like nothing happened… even drooling?!

How could he possibly tolerate this?!

In one swift motion, Ning Xuan grabbed the completely innocent Mo Qi and dragged him over, climbing onto the bed and straddling him.

Gripping his shoulders, he shook him violently as if trying to vent every ounce of resentment.

Mo Qi, who had been sleeping soundly, was jolted awake by the sudden chaos. Nausea rose in his stomach as the world spun.

Opening his eyes groggily, he was greeted by Ning Xuan’s ferocious expression.

The sight made him instinctively put on a pitiful look.

He prided himself on being a model sleeper—no wandering at night, no snoring, barely even turning over. Surely he couldn’t have disturbed Ning Xuan.

Yet Ning Xuan looked as though he had committed some unforgivable crime.

“What’s wrong with you?” Mo Qi asked, his tone patient despite himself. Though he knew he had done nothing wrong, he preferred to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Ning Xuan knew full well this had nothing to do with Mo Qi.

If anything, he could only blame himself—for being hungry, for wandering out, for getting lost… and then, of all places, wandering toward that rockery.

And that one wrong step—

“Nothing… go back to sleep…” Ning Xuan said, forcing himself to calm down.

But being woken up for no reason only to be told to go back to sleep?

Mo Qi was not pleased.

“So you woke me up in the middle of the night just to mess with me?” he said coolly.

“No, no—!” Ning Xuan immediately plastered on a grin. “I just acted on impulse… It’s not a big deal. I can tell you tomorrow, haha…”

“Now that I’m awake, I won’t fall asleep easily anyway,” Mo Qi sighed. Then, more kindly, he added, “If you keep it bottled up, you won’t sleep either. And if you mess things up tomorrow, we’ll all suffer for it. Just say it—treat it as telling me a story.”

“You… really want to hear it?” Ning Xuan hesitated.

His mind was bursting with things to say. He had only held back out of fear of making things worse—but now that Mo Qi had offered, it all pressed forward, itching to spill out.

“You’re sure you want to hear?”

Mo Qi, already half-asleep again, merely hummed in response.

“Mm.”

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