89. The Buddha said: it cannot be spoken.

Qin Yue said calmly, “You are the only one enjoying yourself. Wouldn’t that be unfair?”

Luo Yu stiffened his neck and said, “You’ve never tried it. How do you know I can’t do it?”

Qin Yue’s tongue was poison. “One look is enough. If you want it, just lie still and leave everything else to me.”

Luo Yu flushed scarlet. “Y-you… you want to switch places? What kind of wife would think something like that about her husband?”

Qin Yue said, “Isn’t the one at home the perfect example?”

Luo Yu was torn apart inside. Underneath, though? But… being taken by Qin Yue… how could that be so embarrassingly exciting? Maybe… he should let Qin Yue have his way just once, as a sign of sincerity, and leave some room for bargaining later? He had heard that as long as the preparation was done properly, it wouldn’t even hurt that much. Sacrifice once for the sake of future happiness?

Seeing Luo Yu wavering, Qin Yue narrowed his wolfish eyes, leaned in, took the phone from his hand, and coaxed softly, “What this book says isn’t wrong… Don’t you want to… experience it?”

Watching Qin Yue draw nearer, Luo Yu’s breathing turned ragged at once. “I… I…”

Qin Yue lowered his head, burying his lips beside his ear, licking the sensitive skin and the earlobe as he whispered, “Don’t be afraid. No one will know…”

As Qin Yue’s body pressed down over him, Luo Yu gradually felt heat rising through him. He braced his hands against Qin Yue’s chest and pushed in panic, yet he could feel with startling clarity the hard, unyielding muscle beneath the thin shirt, and the scorching warmth that made his palm tingle as though shocked. Luo Yu swallowed, every muscle in his body rigid, too frightened to touch that blood-racing chest again; all he could do was weakly clutch Qin Yue’s collar, as though refusing and inviting at once.

Qin Yue turned and kissed him. Their lips and tongues tangled and rolled together while he unfastened the clothes beneath him, his hand slipping inside the shirt to roam everywhere, gradually uncovering the delicate, tender body beneath. As those long fingers traced across the skin, his breathing also turned faster. He shifted slightly, pinning Luo Yu’s lower body with one leg to restrain his resistance, then swiftly undid his waistband and slipped another hand inside, closing gently yet firmly around the already hard little thing, beginning to stroke it with an unmistakably sensual rhythm.

“Mm…” Luo Yu could not suppress a soft moan. His whole body went rigid, then twisted uneasily again, as though in pain and longing all at once.

At last Qin Yue released those lips, reddened by kisses like blood, and, after a few uneven breaths, asked in a low, husky voice, “Feels good?”

His voice was rough, carrying a kind of barely restrained impatience, and it made Luo Yu’s heart tremble again and again. He widened his eyes, gaze hazy, long lashes wet with a faint shimmer of tears, and answered blankly, “Ah… mm…”

Qin Yue gave a quiet laugh, then bent down in a flash, kissing and sucking along the pale, tender chest, following the charming hollow between the pectorals all the way down to the flat abdomen. During that brief journey of lips, Luo Yu’s trousers had somehow vanished without him noticing. The sudden stillness below and the cool sensation brought him a sliver of clarity. He stared dumbly at his neglected little brother, then at Qin Yue, and could not help reaching out to comfort it himself.

Qin Yue reacted swiftly, catching his small hand and bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “Wait a little. Be good. Listen to me.”

Luo Yu recovered a little of his reasoning, but his mind was still burning blankly. The feverish restlessness in his body would not go away. He thought: Fine, let him do whatever he wants, as long as he can put out the fire…

Dazedly, he watched Qin Yue strip off his own clothes in a hurry, then saw him climb onto him. With their hot skin meeting, Luo Yu could not help but wrap his arms around him and rub against him with helpless impatience.

Given such an enthusiastic welcome, the desire Qin Yue had been suppressing exploded at once. His lower body turned hard as iron, pressed tightly against his strong abdomen and thrust upward, tense and ready.

In a daze, Luo Yu felt something pressing against him and thought vaguely, He’s in a hurry too… hehe…

So he reached out and grabbed it. So big… how am I supposed to help him with that?

Qin Yue’s most sensitive place was caught by those soft little hands, and he could not help drawing in a sharp breath. He kissed Luo Yu fiercely, his movements growing a little rough despite himself. His body slipped between Luo Yu’s legs, one arm circling the slim waist, the other hand sliding to the tender cleft at the back, firmly pressing upon a certain spot.

With no one to soothe the front, Luo Yu felt unbearably swollen there; he wanted to handle it himself, yet the body against him was too close, leaving him unable to move properly. He could only whimper, “Mm… uncomfortable… touch… the front…”

There was a new note of helplessness and coyness in his voice, and Qin Yue felt his own restraint nearing its limit. He bit hard on his tongue, then reached down to comfort the little one, careful not to let it release.

The place behind him had already softened. Qin Yue concentrated his power, and a small tube-like object flew out from the bracelet, contracting on its own as some liquid squeezed out and dropped onto his finger. Qin Yue heated it with his magic, smeared it over Luo Yu’s intimate place, then gently slipped in the tip of a finger.

Luo Yu clung to Qin Yue, both hands gripping fiercely at his back, body and soul hanging as though suspended in midair, unable to reach heaven or earth. That burning dissatisfaction made him miserable. He buried his face in Qin Yue’s shoulder, rubbing wildly against his neck to vent his distress. Suddenly he felt a faint discomfort behind him. Luo Yu carefully traced the sensation there and quickly realized: he’d gone in… when did that happen…

Before he could fully sort out the thought, a wave of tingling numbness spread from within. His waist softened uncontrollably, even his toes curling up from the stimulation. Before he could react, he heard the same husky, familiar voice drifting beside his ear: “Right here…”

Luo Yu thought: Here? Where?

Before he could figure it out, that tingling sensation spread again and again. He let out a string of catlike cries: “Don’t… this… ah… what… mm—”

His mouth was quickly sealed once more. A forceful tongue invaded him, stirring his mind into complete blankness; he could only submit to whatever was done to him, no longer able to think at all.

Qin Yue endured the desire that burned through him and swiftly opened the entrance, first with one finger, then three. Perhaps because cultivators adapted well, the process did not take too long. Soon he withdrew his fingers, squeezed more of the lubricant from the tube, spread it over his own shaft, then straightened Luo Yu’s body and pressed firmly at the entrance.

Luo Yu felt the thing inside withdraw, and his body finally relaxed with relief. Before he could even catch his breath, he felt that place being prodded by something hot and hard. Luo Yu thought dazedly: Again?

Then a searing pain shot through him. “Ahhh—!” He screamed and instinctively clenched, tears springing uncontrollably to his eyes as his mind snapped fully awake.

Qin Yue frowned and gritted out, “Be good. Don’t be afraid. It’ll be fine soon. Relax, don’t clamp down!”

Luo Yu looked utterly miserable, both hands hooked around Qin Yue’s neck, tears brimming as he accused him, “You… you’re destroying me! It hurts! Get out!”

Qin Yue kissed away the tears at the corners of his eyes and said gently, “I’m not getting out. Relax. The more tense you are, the more it hurts. Be good.”

Pinned beneath him, Luo Yu felt as though a flesh nail had been driven into him, unable to move. He sobbed a few times, and the pain below forced him to loosen up, trying his best to accept the thick intrusion.

Through tears he wailed, “You… bastard! Taking advantage of me while I’m down… I-I never said I wanted you to do that!”

Qin Yue lightly bit his ear and laughed softly. “You never said I couldn’t.”

Luo Yu cried, “It hurts, I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Qin Yue said, “We’ve come this far. How can we stop? Bear with it a little longer, it’ll be over soon.”

Without paying attention to Luo Yu’s protests, he began to move slowly in and out.

Luo Yu cried out again. The first movement was painfully intense, but the pain quickly eased and became bearable. Catching his breath, he grabbed Qin Yue’s arm hard in retaliation. Qin Yue reached down and pinned both his hands above his head, then lowered his head to kiss him.

His movements below were careful, afraid of hurting him too much, while his other hand moved to soothe the front as well. But the posture was inconvenient, so Qin Yue sat up and simply turned Luo Yu over, beginning from behind.

Luo Yu was helplessly arranged this way and that by Qin Yue, his heart filling with indignant grief: Just you remember this. One day, I’ll charge you ten times the interest! I’ll make sure you can’t get out of bed for three days!

Dreams were dreams; for now, Luo Yu could only obediently submit beneath Qin Yue, taking the pounding from behind. Qin Yue’s tall body covered him completely, kissing the smooth neck and back like fine jade. One hand encircled his chest, stroking the little pearl like a carnelian bead; the other reached to the front, soothing the already dejected little one there.

Luo Yu bit the blanket miserably, eyes wet with tears: I got wrecked… my wife climbed onto my back…

While he was weeping inwardly, Qin Yue suddenly leaned to his ear and said in a low voice, “Focus. Don’t think nonsense while making love.”

Luo Yu instantly descended into chaos: mak-mak-make love… so it really is making love? With Qin Yue? Doing this…

Qin Yue said again, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it? Then cooperate properly… at least psychologically?”

Luo Yu’s heart prickled and tingled. Psychologically… cooperate?

Qin Yue kept nibbling at his ear. “The front—can you feel it? The back should feel something too…”

His voice was a little different from usual, carrying a dark, oppressive rasp like a seductive demon, beautiful and dangerous.

Luo Yu’s mind began to drift. It seemed… it really didn’t hurt anymore. The sensation… yes, the front… and the back, swollen, filled up… that was Qin Yue’s thing…

Luo Yu’s face turned red in an instant, and the feeling behind him grew clearer and clearer: he could feel it going in and out inside his body. So strange…

Qin Yue continued kissing his neck, his hand never stopping, while below he tirelessly searched for that “one point.”

Luo Yu endured the bizarre sensation at his back, kneeling on the bed and bending forward, his spine pressed tightly against Qin Yue’s hot chest. Under the relentless teasing below, he finally could not help but arch up again. Slowly, he felt heat spreading through his body. He twisted in helpless restlessness, his mind blankly thinking: What is happening? Being taken from behind… and getting hard at the same time… so uncomfortable, what do I do…

Suddenly another wave of tingling numbness surged through him from within, shaking little Luo Yu all over and making his head tilt back even further.

“Ah…” Luo Yu cried out, panicked: It’s coming because I’m being taken…

Qin Yue felt his reaction, narrowed his eyes, and repeatedly thrust and rubbed against that same spot with unbroken force.

Luo Yu only felt waves of pleasure spreading through him. He realized that it was Qin Yue’s shaft pressing out that sensation, and his heart was instantly flooded with a strange emotion, half embarrassment and half stimulation. A soft moan escaped him: “Ah… mm, don’t…”

Qin Yue breathed softly and said coldly, “Don’t? Even if you don’t want it, it doesn’t matter.”

With that, he increased the force and began to move fiercely. He had been suppressing his desire all this time; now that he had found Luo Yu’s weakness, he could no longer hold back and began to prioritize his own pleasure.

Luo Yu was made weak all over by the merciless invasion from below. The unending pleasure robbed his body of control, leaving him unable to distinguish joy from sorrow. Tears gathered once more at the corners of his eyes; that thick, fiery thing was relentless, moving in and out with measured ease, swelling his insides until they kept contracting, while the stimulation from behind also drove the front toward release.

Luo Yu thought in羞愤绝欲: Don’t come out. If I get driven to release from behind… it’ll be too humiliating…

The more he did not want it, the stronger that sensation became.

Qin Yue leaned by his ear and rasped, “The front is about to come… I haven’t really paid it much attention… Is it because the back feels too good?”

Luo Yu said in shame, “You… you’re disgusting…”

Qin Yue gave a low laugh. “The pleasures of the boudoir, isn’t this how it is?” Then he actually let go of little Luo Yu completely and said, “Let’s only try it from behind.”

Luo Yu was mortified beyond measure. “No!”

Qin Yue ignored him, binding both his hands in front of his waist and swaying his strong, powerful hips as he rammed in fiercely.

Luo Yu cried to heaven with no answer and to the earth with no response, driven to the point of escape by the escalating pleasure. At last, he burst past a certain threshold. Overwhelming bliss drowned body and soul. Only several seconds later did Luo Yu slowly come back to himself, his body weak and limp.

Qin Yue chuckled. “As expected, impressive. Even that works.”

Luo Yu was in tears, utterly mortified. Qin Yue did not spare him even then, keeping a steady arm around his waist and continuing to move.

Luo Yu said, “No more… it’s too much…”

Qin Yue kissed his face. “I’m not done yet. Take it slowly. No need to hurry…”

Luo Yu wanted to protest further, but Qin Yue turned his face and kissed him, and the rest of his words could no longer be spoken.

Luo Yu struggled to escape, but he was held down tightly. The two of them rolled together and sank into the silk quilt, a large and a small beautiful body moving and entwining without cease. The room was filled with breathing like the rise and fall of the tide, mixed with soft moans and the sound of slapping, and it rang on through the whole night…