Fortunately, Jianghe didn’t actually harm him; otherwise, he would have killed him immediately. But now, even though he won’t be killed, once he escapes, he won’t let this person off. Having his clothes stripped off, being taken advantage of in such a manner—how could Ji Xuan, a dignified prince, tolerate such humiliation? It was unbearable.
Enraged and embarrassed, he had never been affronted in such a way. However, reality was cruel, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t overpower Jianghe; his cultivation far exceeded the rumors. He could only endure, allowing Jianghe to kiss and touch him. Afterward, Jianghe sealed his cultivation, binding him to the bed.
From then on, as a man, he began a degrading and inhumane life of being taken advantage of by another man. Yes, inhumane; although Jianghe didn’t go all the way, marking him with kisses was humiliating enough for him.
If the spiritual world knew that Ji Xuan, the esteemed prince, was molested by a Yao Clan member, it would be a disgrace beyond measure. However, being Jianghe’s captive, he had no room for protest. In this world where the strong ruled, the defeated could only endure being bullied. Perhaps he should be grateful that Jianghe stopped at a forced kiss and didn’t go further. Beings like the Yao Clan were known for their ruthlessness.
Otherwise, even if he escaped the captivity, he would be haunted by the trauma of this event. No man, unless he enjoyed it, would willingly submit to another man. After a few futile attempts at resistance, he gradually calmed down. He accepted the situation, thinking, it was just kissing and touching. He wasn’t a woman; as long as nothing more happened, he could treat it like being licked by some canine. He would find a chance for revenge later.
With this self-consolation, his mood improved slightly, and he began contemplating ways to escape. However, escaping proved extremely difficult. Forget about running away; he couldn’t even exit the sleeping quarters. After sealing his spiritual power, Jianghe seemed paranoid and used a dragon tendon-made chain to bind him. The quality of the dragon tendon suggested it came from a powerful dragon in its prime. Even at the peak of his power, Ji Xuan doubted he could break free from it.
“Why tie me up when you’ve sealed my spiritual power?” He glared at the dragon tendon rope around his waist, thoroughly irritated.
“This palace is made of intact millennium black iron,” Jianghe replied in his magnetic voice, seeming to understand Ji Xuan’s emotions. The implication was clear: if Ji Xuan wanted to escape, he’d have to take the entire palace with him.
It was unbelievable how this emotionless and stoic man could still manage to mock him. Ji Xuan, known for his impulsive and arrogant temperament, couldn’t resist throwing a punch. Predictably, Jianghe easily neutralized it, taking advantage of the opportunity to continue exploiting him.
Dragging him closer, Jianghe held his waist, kissed his lips, and then planted a kiss on his forehead, as if soothing him. Ji Xuan had become accustomed to Jianghe’s shameless behavior, but he didn’t want such consolation. Who consoled someone by kissing them after making them angry? Was this how Jianghe expressed affection?
“Heh, using dragon tendons to tie me up. You really think highly of me. Shouldn’t you add some leg shackles for extra security, Your Yao Majesty?” Ji Xuan couldn’t help but taunt, desperate to shift the conversation. He couldn’t let himself dig his own grave.
Jianghe remained silent, appearing to genuinely consider the suggestion. This scared Ji Xuan, and the thought of being chained at the legs nearly made him vomit blood.
“Forget it, forget it. If you tie my legs too, I might as well carry the entire building with me when I escape.” Ji Xuan quickly changed the topic, not willing to create more trouble for himself.
“Do you want to eat something?” Jianghe was accommodating when it came to everything except letting Ji Xuan go.
Asking about food was just to change the topic. High-level cultivators had long transcended the need for sustenance. However, Ji Xuan seized the opportunity to request dragon meat, thinking he had finally found a way to challenge Jianghe. But, to his surprise, Jianghe produced a piece of dragon meat infused with powerful energy.
“Whose is this?” Ji Xuan’s voice trembled. While dragon tendons might be extracted from a dead dragon, using dragon meat for consumption was a different level of cruelty.
“Jiexi. He was a late-stage Great Daoist. His entire body is a treasure,” Jianghe patiently explained, his deep, magnetic voice remaining calm and serious.
Ji Xuan recognized the name; Jiexi was the previous Yao Emperor dethroned by Jianghe. Now he understood why people outside feared Jianghe. This man was ruthless even to his own kind.
“I won’t kill you,” Jianghe added, as if sensing Ji Xuan’s changing mood. He kissed Ji Xuan’s cheek, revealing no signs of the man capable of flaying his own kin. With a straightforward demeanor, he stared at Ji Xuan, his eyes showing a depth of warmth that contradicted his reputation.
Was this really the Yao Emperor, renowned for his wisdom, cunning strategies, and command of armies? Whoever spread such rumors should be dragged out and beaten.
“How do you intend to let me go? I admit it was wrong to intrude on the Yao Clan, but it was an accident. I didn’t intentionally break in. Do I look like a villain to you? No, right? You’re the Yao Emperor, with noble status and profound cultivation. You can have anyone you want. Why pick on me?” Ji Xuan tried bargaining, realizing he couldn’t resist Jianghe. The man remained unmoved, his black eyes fixed on him.
Whether it was a misconception or not, Ji Xuan felt Jianghe’s gaze deepening after his words, a fiery intensity that sent shivers down his spine. However, Jianghe was as unyielding as a rock, leaving Ji Xuan feeling helpless and deflated.
Negotiations failed, and Ji Xuan could only take a piece of dragon meat to chew on, venting his frustration by munching on it like a hamster. “When you fall in love with me, I’ll let you go.”
I don’t know if his frustration and unhappiness are too obvious, the man looked at him and answered his question with a sigh. Damn, if he really falls in love, would he be willing to let go? In his youthful and impulsive days, his temper was explosive, and he felt itchy looking at the man who was talking seriously in front of him. This guy must be deliberately teasing and infuriating him.
But despite the irritation, the man’s words gave him an idea to escape. Alright, didn’t he say that if he falls in love with him, he will let him go? Then he will just make him fall in love.
After figuring it out, he made an effort to control his temper, no longer resisted, and did not refuse the man’s closeness. To make it more convincing, he even responded actively when the man kissed him.
This man is not easy to deceive. If he doesn’t act like this, it won’t be natural enough. Well, just let it be. Since he has suffered this humiliation, this little act won’t make much difference.
At that time, he consoled himself, planning the escape while not realizing that he had never resisted anything that Will and did to him.
If he really didn’t want it, even if Will’s cultivation was profound, he wouldn’t be able to force him. After all, the title “Ji Xian Dian Xia” is not just a respectful address for the Cloud Sea Sect in the spirit world.
With his temper, he would rather die than endure humiliation. Why would he come up with such a bad idea that made him suffer?
Being kissed, he resisted unwillingly, but his head was dizzy and unable to think too much.
The body followed the potential desire, the long legs straddled the strong waist of the man, the hands tightly hooked around the man’s neck, the limbs intertwined, reluctant to part, enjoying that special feeling of immersion.
Until he felt a change in the man’s body as he embraced him, he opened his phoenix eyes misted with water vapor. He saw those deep, dark, and mysterious black eyes. He suddenly came to his senses, and his ears burned like they were on fire.
He had no idea what he was doing.
