“Don’t… I won’t look…” Mu Xueshi said, his face flushed red, eyes tightly shut, teeth biting his lips, as if facing a great enemy.
Seeing his adorable reaction, the Third Prince instantly shed his cold exterior. His gaze roamed freely over Mu Xueshi’s body, watching his every movement with interest.
When Mu Xueshi noticed the Third Prince wasn’t doing anything, he secretly opened his eyes a sliver. But upon seeing the Prince’s expression, he felt as if he were staring at a demon—with blood at the corners of its mouth, horns on its head, and claws for hands.
To his embarrassment, Mu Xueshi realized that the more the Third Prince looked at him, the more his body reacted.
He quickly shut his eyes again, his breathing growing more rapid. He could feel the Prince’s presence drawing closer, and in the next moment, he heard the Third Prince’s seductive voice.
“Open your eyes. Otherwise, in the next second, this candle wax will drip onto your body.”
Mu Xueshi’s eyes snapped open, and he hurriedly looked downward. The wax had already begun to melt, gathering into a droplet that made his heart tremble.
The Third Prince’s hand slowly moved toward Mu Xueshi’s lower body, resting right at the tip in full view.
Flushed and embarrassed, Mu Xueshi even found himself wishing the hand would move—but it only rested there, making him restless.
“What do you want me to do?” the Third Prince asked teasingly.
Mu Xueshi could not bring himself to say those humiliating words. Now, it all felt like mockery.
Yet under such teasing, how could he possibly restrain himself?
In the end, Mu Xueshi took a deep breath and dove under the blanket, wrapping himself tightly, saying indignantly, “Why are you like this?!”
The Third Prince easily pulled the blanket away and tossed it aside. Startled, Mu Xueshi looked up—only to see the Prince pick up the candle again.
“No!” Mu Xueshi pointed at the candle, silently praying, his face turning pale.
“Come here,” the Third Prince said coldly.
Instead of moving forward, Mu Xueshi shrank back.
But the Third Prince grabbed him forcefully and held him tightly in his arms, leaving him unable to move.
The candle slowly tilted toward Mu Xueshi’s chest.
“Didn’t you say if I opened my eyes, you wouldn’t drip it…?”
The Third Prince sneered. “You remembered wrong. I said if you didn’t open them, I would drip it. I never said I wouldn’t if you did.”
Mu Xueshi cried helplessly in his heart, his nerves stretched to the limit. Seeing the wax about to fall, he shouted the Third Prince’s name.
The Prince’s hand paused briefly—but did not stop.
Mu Xueshi held his breath, his whole body stiff.
The wax formed into a large droplet—and then fell onto his chest.
His mouth had already opened, ready to scream. But when the burning sensation touched him, his mind went blank. His mouth remained open, yet no sound came out.
After about a minute, Mu Xueshi suddenly burst into tears, crying out, “It burned me to death…”
The Third Prince showed no pity. The candle wasn’t ordinary wax—it had natural ingredients that lowered its temperature. It wouldn’t truly burn the skin, but it still produced a burning sensation. Mu Xueshi’s reaction was mostly from fear.
After crying a couple of times, Mu Xueshi realized it no longer hurt. Instead, a tingling sensation spread from that spot.
Still, he remained deeply afraid of the candle.
“Don’t drip it anymore… I won’t mess around… I…” Mu Xueshi blushed deeply. “I just wanted you to… touch…”
“Touch where?” the Third Prince asked deliberately.
Mu Xueshi glanced at the candle, gritted his teeth, and said, “Down there…”
“There are many places down there.”
Frustrated, Mu Xueshi said, “Where you touched before.”
“Where did I touch before?”
“Ah—!” Gathering his courage, Mu Xueshi finally said it.
The Third Prince replied, “Now it’s too late. Enjoy something else instead.”
He moved the candle from Mu Xueshi’s neck downward, pausing at his abdomen.
Mu Xueshi’s voice trembled as he let out sounds of mixed pain and pleasure. The sensations overwhelmed him.
“Ah… stop… I can’t… Xi… please…” Mu Xueshi begged, his voice trembling with tears.
“Will you leave again?” the Third Prince asked sharply.
Mu Xueshi froze, not understanding.
Seeing his hesitation, the Third Prince moved the candle to his inner thigh.
“I won’t… I won’t…” Mu Xueshi said instinctively, shaking his head.
The sensations intensified as the candle moved higher. Pain and pleasure intertwined until Mu Xueshi nearly lost control.
To the Third Prince, Mu Xueshi looked breathtaking—like a dangerous, enchanting being.
When the wax was finally poured all at once, Mu Xueshi arched his back, cried out—and fainted.
The Third Prince set the candle aside and silently gazed at him.
His heart felt completely captured.
He loved this person deeply—his body, his pure soul. But the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.
He carefully laid Mu Xueshi flat on the bed and used medicated silk to clean the wax from his body.
Whenever he touched a reddened spot, Mu Xueshi’s body trembled slightly.
After cleaning him, the Third Prince removed his own clothes and lay beside him.
He turned Mu Xueshi over, his gaze lingering on the whip mark he had left earlier, feeling a pang of regret.
If only you had told me the truth from the beginning…
His tongue brushed lightly over the wound, causing Mu Xueshi to stir awake.
The brief tenderness on the Third Prince’s face disappeared, replaced once more by coldness.
Mu Xueshi, completely exhausted, could only stare at him, still fearful.
The Third Prince knew he was afraid.
He didn’t want Mu Xueshi to feel that way—but at the same time, he wanted to completely dominate him.
What should I do with you?
Mu Xueshi felt drained, yet his body still reacted.
His reactions were all seen by the Third Prince, who placed a hand between his legs, continuing to stimulate him.
Still sensitive from before, Mu Xueshi quickly lost control again.
Afterward, he looked flustered and ashamed.
The Third Prince, however, continued without pause.
“You have no right to resist. Whenever I want you, you will kneel on the bed and wait.”
A trace of pain flashed in Mu Xueshi’s eyes.
The Third Prince’s actions were clear—only this body had value to him.
Mu Xueshi was once again overwhelmed, caught between pain and pleasure, unable to resist.
Even knowing he was being used, he still couldn’t stop himself from sinking into it.
When it was over, the Third Prince did not stay.
He dressed and left without even looking back.
Only his cold, distant figure remained.
“You have no right to resist. Whenever I want you, you must kneel on the bed and wait for me to play with you.”
A trace of pain flashed in Mu Xueshi’s eyes. The Third Prince’s words were, without a doubt, a clear statement of his attitude— to him, only this body of Mu Xueshi had any value.
The Third Prince drove into Mu Xueshi’s body forcefully, his movements leaving no room for mercy. Every thrust went deep, heavy, and fierce. Violent kisses fell upon Mu Xueshi like a raging storm, leaving behind marks of bruised purple.
Mu Xueshi soon lost control of his own emotions. The mixture of pain and itch made it difficult for him to even breathe. His vision blurred, and all that remained was the Third Prince’s aroused face—so handsome and captivating that even knowing he was merely a tool for release, he was still willing to sink into it.
The Third Prince flipped Mu Xueshi over, making him kneel on the bed, his desire just rising again. Such a humiliating position made Mu Xueshi quickly bury his face into the bedding. After all, he was still a man—being treated like this was something he could not reconcile with.
But the Third Prince forcibly turned Mu Xueshi’s head back, making him watch as he moved inside him. Seeing his own body respond so openly to the Third Prince filled Mu Xueshi with overwhelming shame, his teeth biting into his lips, his expression one of unbearable humiliation.
The Third Prince leaned down slightly, his hand wandering over Mu Xueshi’s smooth, silk-like skin before stopping at his chest, kneading and pulling with his fingers.
“Ah… mm…” Mu Xueshi couldn’t help but let out a soft sound.
Seeing his reaction, the Third Prince increased the force of his hands, tugging and scraping with his fingertips.
“It tickles…” Mu Xueshi murmured unconsciously.
The Third Prince lightly nibbled at Mu Xueshi’s earlobe. The more Mu Xueshi tried to avoid him, the more relentlessly he pursued. His hand moved between Mu Xueshi’s legs, playing with him freely.
The Third Prince flipped Mu Xueshi over again, making him sit facing him. His flushed cheeks were exquisitely beautiful, as if crafted stroke by stroke by a divine hand. Stirred, the Third Prince held Mu Xueshi’s waist, pulled out completely, then thrust back in hard.
Mu Xueshi’s toes curled, his body responding uncontrollably to the movements. Moisture gathered at the tip of his arousal, on the verge of release, desperately needing relief. Yet at that moment, the Third Prince withdrew his hand, leisurely admiring his strained expression.
“Xi… mm…” Mu Xueshi breathed unevenly, looking at him with a pleading gaze.
“Do it yourself. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Mu Xueshi did not want to do such a thing in front of him. He tried instead to rub against the Third Prince’s abdomen for relief—but the Third Prince simply lifted him away.
“Mm… no…” Mu Xueshi protested in frustration.
The Third Prince’s gaze was ghostlike, his words unchanged.
“I want to see how you do it yourself…”
As he spoke, his movements grew even more forceful, the rhythm accelerating.
Mu Xueshi felt as though he could no longer breathe. Waves of pleasure surged through him, while the inability to fully release tormented him. At last, unable to endure any longer, he surrendered and placed his hand on himself.
At first, he moved slowly with shame. But as the Third Prince’s movements intensified, his own hand quickened. By this point, he no longer cared about dignity, nor did he realize how alluring his expression had become.
The Third Prince, stimulated by Mu Xueshi’s expression, nearly lost control. His movements turned rough and fierce, pushing Mu Xueshi to cry out in both pain and overwhelming pleasure as he climaxed.
“Ah… ah… Xi…”
Mu Xueshi felt heat between his thighs, and upon hearing his cries, the Third Prince released inside him as well.
Mu Xueshi panted heavily, his mind drifting, unsure how to face the Third Prince afterward.
The Third Prince withdrew from him, no longer holding him or helping him clean himself as before. Without even sparing him another glance, he dressed and walked toward the door.
It was as if he had become a completely different person. The passion and brutality from moments ago vanished, leaving only a cold, distant back.
Only then did Mu Xueshi suddenly remember—
There was someone else living in the Prince’s chambers.
And once, the Third Prince had said that the one beside his pillow would only ever be Mu Xueshi…
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