By the time the Third Prince withdrew the jade handle, Mu Xueshi’s face had already turned pale.
Turning him over once more, the prince spread Mu Xueshi’s legs and placed himself at the entrance of that still-trembling passage.
“Please…” Mu Xueshi begged, clinging tightly to him and pressing his forehead against the prince’s chest.
It was his most effective tactic.
And once again, it worked.
The Third Prince suddenly stopped.
“If you are unwilling,” he said coldly, “then we shall end it here.”
“I’m not unwilling,” Mu Xueshi said miserably. “I’m just afraid. If you could promise it wouldn’t hurt… then do whatever you like.”
“I cannot,” the Third Prince replied simply.
With that, he lay back and truly made no further move.
Now it was Mu Xueshi who felt uneasy.
He had not meant to refuse.
In truth… he had even enjoyed parts of it earlier.
But what came next terrified him.
Yet seeing the prince lying there in silent displeasure somehow felt worse than the pain itself.
Suddenly, inspiration struck.
Mu Xueshi climbed onto him and said eagerly,
“How about this—you lie underneath and I stay on top. Wouldn’t that solve everything?”
The Third Prince remained silent.
His expression grew colder and colder.
A chill ran down Mu Xueshi’s spine.
Slowly retreating, he rested his head against the prince’s chest.
“…Forget it. Even if you were underneath, it would still hurt. I’d rather be the one who suffers.”
Something tightened inside the Third Prince’s chest.
A faint warmth stirred within him.
Though he said nothing, his expression softened. His hands gently clasped Mu Xueshi’s.
When the prince finally entered him, Mu Xueshi’s face turned instantly white.
Biting down hard on the edge of the blanket, he trembled with pain.
Seeing this, the Third Prince felt a sudden pang in his heart.
Leaning forward, he kissed Mu Xueshi’s lips.
“Does it hurt very much?”
Mu Xueshi’s nose stung unexpectedly.
Shaking his head, he whispered softly,
“Just… do what you need to. I can endure it.”
At those words, the Third Prince began to move.
Mu Xueshi’s tight body clung around him, the inner walls gripping him with every motion. The sensation nearly stole the prince’s breath.
His vision blurred slightly.
Looking down at the beautiful face beneath him, desire surged uncontrollably through his veins. He felt as if he might crush the person beneath him into his very bones.
Mu Xueshi bit the bedding harder and harder.
Finally he could endure it no longer and burst into tears.
Yet by now the Third Prince could not stop. No matter how Mu Xueshi cried or protested, he continued moving relentlessly.
Gradually, the sobbing weakened.
The cries turned into faint whimpers… then soft gasps.
Color slowly returned to Mu Xueshi’s pale cheeks.
A strange warmth spread through his body.
The pain faded little by little, blending with unfamiliar pleasure until Mu Xueshi found himself beginning to respond.
The Third Prince’s hand moved along his length, adding another layer of sensation.
Overwhelmed by the intensity, Mu Xueshi unconsciously began moving with him.
When he heard the sounds escaping his own lips, his face burned with embarrassment.
Yet the shame only heightened the sensation.
It did not take long before he reached the brink.
The Third Prince moved faster and faster, sweat glistening across his body, making his already striking features appear even more dangerously handsome.
At last, with a low cry, both of them were carried to the peak together.
For a moment Mu Xueshi lay dazed.
Then the prince withdrew, leaving behind soreness and lingering discomfort.
Staring blankly, Mu Xueshi asked,
“…Was it pleasant?”
The Third Prince half-lowered his eyes. A cool smile curved his lips.
“If we did it again,” he said slowly, “it would be even better.”
“Ahhh!”
Mu Xueshi immediately released him and began wailing dramatically.
“No—no way! Heaven above! Is this justice?! Heaven itself must be blind—!”
By the time the Third Prince finally carried Mu Xueshi to bathe, it was already deep into the night.
Mu Xueshi slept restlessly.
Again and again he felt someone whispering beside his ear, yet whenever he opened his eyes he saw only the Third Prince.
The prince’s handsome face hovered so close that it seemed almost unreal.
For the first time, Mu Xueshi felt strangely vulnerable.
Despite the soreness in his body, he shifted closer.
Usually it was the prince who held him.
This time, Mu Xueshi wrapped his arms tightly around him.
“…Don’t forget me,” he murmured softly.
Exhaustion soon overtook him.
Having spoken those few words, he drifted back into deep sleep.
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