Feng Xuanyi let out a quiet, almost imperceptible laugh, yet his hands did not slow in the slightest. His practiced teasing and provocation left Ning Xuan—who was utterly inexperienced—completely defenseless. The mind that had just been trying to stay alert and prepared to resist at all costs immediately short-circuited, overwhelmed by wave after wave of tingling sensation rising from his chest. His bright, crystal-like eyes grew misty, as if they could spill over at any moment.
Avoiding the center while circling the surrounding area, he deliberately refrained from touching the small, already hardened point, creating an unbearable teasing sensation like scratching through a layer of cloth. Unable to endure it, Ning Xuan let out a soft whimper, his body twisting restlessly in an attempt to ease the tormenting heat—yet in such close contact, his movements only served to provoke Feng Xuanyi further. The curve of his hips, the taut line of his waist, made even someone as experienced as Feng Xuanyi draw in a sharp breath.
One arm supported his back, the other slipped beneath his knees, lifting the already dazed Ning Xuan entirely into his arms.
The slight chill of the brocade fabric beneath him made Ning Xuan shiver. Startled, he tried to struggle—but his breath was stolen away once more.
“Mm—” He instinctively tried to suppress the sound, quickly raising a hand to cover his mouth. Feng Xuanyi smiled and pressed a kiss against the back of his hand, his warm tongue tracing along the lines of his palm. Ning Xuan tried to pull away, but his wrist was held firmly. Unable to escape, his trembling fingers betrayed him.
Fragmented, lingering kisses trailed down from his jaw along his neck, leaving a damp warmth behind. Sharp teeth grazed lightly at the pulse point, the mixture of tingling and faint pain making Ning Xuan’s eyes redden as soft, helpless sounds escaped his throat.
“Ah—!” The sensitive point on his chest was suddenly taken into warm lips without warning. Ning Xuan gasped, arching his head back as if unable to bear any more, his pale neck forming a graceful curve in the air.
Licking, brushing, teasing—Ning Xuan stood no chance against Feng Xuanyi’s skilled movements. He tried to push him away, but after a few firm, deliberate motions, his resistance collapsed completely. His trembling hands could only rest weakly against Feng Xuanyi’s head, fingers sinking into his dark hair, no longer holding even a trace of rejection.
His body moved on its own, chest lifting unconsciously, as if offering up that vulnerable sensitivity for further attention.
One hand reached toward the other side that had been left untouched, now flushed and exposed to the air. Fingers suddenly pressed and teased, then released just as quickly. The fragile sensation lingered, his misty eyes unable to hold back tears. Though there was pain, it blended with an overwhelming, almost maddening sensation.
Ning Xuan had no time to react. The unfamiliar intensity left him feeling as though he were drowning, his body trembling as he gasped for breath.
“Don’t…” he murmured instinctively, though his words carried no real conviction. His body betrayed him, arching upward instead, offering himself closer as if inviting further touch.
“So dishonest,” Feng Xuanyi said with a deepening smile, watching Ning Xuan’s contradictory reaction. Something within his dark eyes had already slipped beyond control, stirred entirely by him. Reaching out, he flicked lightly at the sensitive point, drawing a stifled sound from Ning Xuan. His voice dropped even lower, rougher than before. “Your body speaks more truthfully than you do.”
Feng Xuanyi did not hesitate to show his approval. Lowering his head, he took in that delicate bloom that had opened for him, savoring it with soft, lingering kisses, teasing without restraint.
“Mm… ah… ha—no…”
While his lips moved freely, his hands were no less active, tracing along the line of the spine and waist, lingering at the lower abdomen, kneading lightly at the hips.
“You’ll want it,” Feng Xuanyi said, lifting his head. He looked into those mist-filled eyes—the upward slant of the phoenix-shaped gaze tinged red at the corners, the faint narrowing of the lids giving them an even more alluring curve, filled with an indescribable provocation.
Warm, damp kisses trailed down along skin as smooth as jade. His soft, agile tongue circled near the navel. Ning Xuan twisted his body, dodging left and right, yet unable to escape that persistent touch. His hands pressed weakly against Feng Xuanyi’s shoulders, trying to push him away. “It tickles…”
Feng Xuanyi let out a quiet laugh. This was no mere tickling—the soft tone of that voice, like a siren’s whisper, brushed against the heart. Just a single sound was enough to make one’s very bones soften. He clenched his teeth, delighted at discovering such a treasure by his side, yet couldn’t help but feel how tormenting this little one was.
“Mm—ah!” Turning his head slightly, he pressed a kiss to the left side of the navel, then suddenly drew in sharply, exactly as expected—eliciting a bright, startled gasp from above.
Ning Xuan’s hands trembled where they clutched at Feng Xuanyi’s shoulders, fingertips whitening. He shook his head helplessly, as if trying to cast away the unfamiliar waves overwhelming his mind, as if trying to regain even a trace of strength in limbs that had already gone weak.
Lost in breathless confusion, Ning Xuan did not notice the danger closing in. He didn’t realize when the wall he had been pinned against had been replaced by the soft, smooth brocade of a couch beneath him. Nor did he notice how his once-neat clothing had fallen into complete disarray, hanging open and exposing his shoulders, his chest marked with faint traces that stirred the imagination. The last remaining layer of clothing was already being stripped away without hesitation.
Only when an unfamiliar chill touched a place that had never been disturbed before did he react—but before he could think, something intruded. The uncharted space was tight and unyielding, and even a single intrusion brought sharp pain, as though tearing him apart. The dazed haze shattered instantly. Ning Xuan jolted fully awake, struggling desperately, using both hands and feet to push away.
Feng Xuanyi, sensing the resistance, assumed it was merely another form of awkward reaction, paying it little mind. With things already in motion, he only offered a token attempt at soothing, pressing a light kiss against the inner thigh. “Relax. It’ll feel good soon.”
What the hell—feel good? I’m already in pain!
Without hesitation, Ning Xuan lashed out with a kick. At that moment, titles, status—none of it mattered. He was a man. Losing dignity was one thing, but the pain was another—and why did he have to be the one suffering it?!
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