EMS Chapter 3 (Explicit)

The room was simple, with only a bed, a few wooden stools, and a square table. Feng Lingjun fumbled in the dark, pulling the person up onto the bed in a staggered manner.

 

There was no blanket on the bed, just a thin straw mat, lying on it would surely be very uncomfortable. However, given the situation, there was no room for complaints. Feng Lingjun was burning with desire and his internal strength was in disorder. He was worried that if he didn’t detoxify himself quickly, he would succumb to qi deviation. 

 

“What is your name?” He pressed the person down onto the bed, assuming a posture like that of riding a horse. His waist had already gone weak, both legs straddling the other person’s sides, barely managing to straighten his back.

 

The man said, “Chu Qian.”

 

Feng Lingjun softly repeated, “Qian? Which Qian?”

 

“The Qian from ‘Heaven and Earth.'”

 

Oh, that’s still a good name; at least it’s not called Chu Daniu or Chu Ergou? Feng Lingjun chuckled it off, not thinking too much about it. The owner of this nice name showed resistance on his face, but his body was quite honest; that part between his legs was very disobedient, pressing on him hardly. Perhaps he didn’t want it to be noticed by Feng Lingjun, Chu Qian dodged several times and tried pushing him off. 

 

Feng Lingjun still had a bit of strength left, he used the last of his energy on the bed. He suppressed his breathing, grabbed onto Chu Qian’s pants, forcibly pulled down the coarse cloth garment, leaving the two of them exposed to each other.

 

Feng Lingjun leaned down, his long black hair cascading from his bare shoulders, brushing against Chu Qian’s ear. His hand reached down, gripping the hard shaft, teasingly asking, “What are you afraid of? Don’t you like the fox spirit, hmm?”

 

Chu Qian’s face turned red again as he glared at him angrily, “I don’t like it!”

 

“Alright.” Feng Lingjun’s expression softened, “Not liking it doesn’t change anything; who told you to be unlucky and run into me?” After a moment, he added, “I’m unlucky too, let’s just bear with each other.”

 

“……”

 

With his unreasonable arguments, Chu Qian found himself at a loss for words and could only listen. Even when he was furious and annoyed, it was too dark to see clearly. Feng Lingjun stopped being verbose; he had lost his temper because of Hundred Days Red and just wanted to be free of it quickly.

 

“I’m sorry.” Feng Lingjun picked up a belt and tied Chu Qian’s hands to the bedpost.

 

Chu Qian had never seen such a scene: “You, you—”

 

He stammered for a long time, unable to finish his sentence, clearly someone who didn’t know how to curse.

 

“My name is Feng Lingjun,” Feng Lingjun pretended not to understand and replied in a deep voice. He smiled and said, “How old are you this year? You must be younger than me, so you should call me Brother Lingjun.” After saying this, he supported Chu Qian’s robust member, which seemed inconsistent with his age, weighing it in his hand, unable to suppress his surprise.

 

“Bah, what Brother Lingjun, how shameless!” Chu Qian was furious again, his hands bound, legs suppressed by him, unable to move at all. The only thing that was disobedient below was trembling more violently in his palm, both fierce and delicate.

 

Feng Lingjun steadied and positioned himself, lifted his waist, and slowly sat down.

 

It didn’t hurt. Hundred Days Red had already made his lower body dripping juices, and his anus was very wet. He resisted the urge to moan and tried to swallow the whole thing, but it seemed too long, and a part of it was left outside.

 

Feng Lingjun held Chu Qian’s waist. Even though he was the one who was receiving the pleasure, he was in control. His waist and hips tightened and relaxed, thrusting them up and down.

 

He moved a few times and found that Chu Qian was trembling all over, with veins bulging on his neck, looking at him with red eyes. “Is this… comfortable or uncomfortable?” Feng Lingjun didn’t understand gay sex either, and everything was based on instinct. He wanted to end it quickly, but Chu Qian didn’t seem to be very happy.

 

“You——”

 

Before Feng Lingjun could finish his words, he suddenly felt a heat in his body, and a stream of hot semen leaked in.

 

Feng Lingjun: “…”

 

Chu Qian: “…”

 

“Untie me! Let me go, quickly!” Chu Qian was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

 

“That was fast.” Feng Lingjun raised his eyelids and laughed mockingly, “Why are you so fast? It’s the first time, but… even if it’s the first time, it’s too fast.”

 

After hearing this, Chu Qian knew that he was humiliated by him, even though he didn’t know about sex. He was so angry that he couldn’t speak. He raised his hands above his head and struggled hard. His wrists were red from being tied by the belt. But his legs couldn’t move. The tingling pleasure had not subsided yet, and the addiction remained in his lower body.

 

Chu Qian’s eyes turned red, unknown whether it was shame or anger, glaring fiercely at Feng Lingjun, like a little leopard raised in the mountains, quite fierce.

 

Feng Lingjun had roamed the martial world for years, encountering many ruthless villains; their fierce glares didn’t bother him much, and he even found it somewhat amusing. But the current trouble remained unresolved, and for some reason,

 

Feng Lingjun had roamed the martial world for several years, encountering many ruthless and wicked individuals. To him, their threats felt nothing more than a joke. However, the current trouble remained unresolved; for some unknown reason, the toxicity of the Hundred Days Red not only persisted but seemed to intensify.

 

Feng Lingjun smiled until his face was stiff. Hot sweat trickled down from his forehead as he furrowed his brows, gathering his long hair with one hand and tossing it back over his shoulder. “Are you still alright?” he asked hoarsely, staring at Chu Qian.

 

Chu Qian immediately retorted: “Why wouldn’t I be?!”

 

“Mm.” Feng Lingjun nodded, his eyes filled with tolerance and affection, making Chu Qian so angry that he almost wanted to turn away.

 

“Let go of me first!” Chu Qian struggled with all his might, causing the small wooden bed to shake and creak, as if it were about to collapse.

 

Feng Lingjun was already at the end of his strength, his body soaked with sweat. The bed shook violently, and he was jolted to the point of weakness, collapsing onto Chu Qian, looking utterly disheveled and even somewhat disgraceful.

 

“Don’t move!” He gritted his teeth, raising his weak wrist to grab Chu Qian by the throat, “If you move again, I’ll kill you.”

 

Feng Lingjun’s fierce demeanor was fully revealed, changing his attitude like turning a page in a book. Chu Qian was frightened into stillness, not daring to move, only staring at him with his pitch-black eyes.

 

Feng Lingjun propped himself up on the straw mat and sat up again, slightly lowering his head, his long hair covering his bare back. There was no candle lit in the room, only a faint moonlight seeping in through the window, enveloping him like a sheer veil, making him appear to radiate a dazzling glow.

 

Chu Qian held his breath, his face turning red again.

 

Feng Lingjun was puzzled. Why was this kid’s expression so unpredictable, alternating between pale and flushed? Though he was in agony, not in the mood to ponder it carefully. Just like before, he reached out and grabbed Chu Qian’s vital part, moving up and down, varying his technique. 

 

Feng Lingjun’s hands were those of a swordsman, with a thin layer of callus on the palms, which made Chu Qian feel a bit of pain, yet it was also very pleasurable. Soon enough, he was aroused again, like a thick tree branch, poking against his thigh.

 

Feng Lingjun said, “This time it won’t be as quick, will it?”

 

Chu Qian, feeling embarrassed, let out a cold snort and didn’t respond. Feng Lingjun didn’t have high expectations for him; a novice like him naturally needed some practice. Whether he could improve in the future was not his concern, but tonight he would have to put in some effort himself. 

 

Fortunately, Chu Qian was quite determined this time, seemingly holding his breath on purpose to compete with him. Not only was he enduring, but it was almost excessive; Feng Lingjun was starting to struggle.

 

“You… you’re not done yet—ah! … Don’t… don’t do that, stop…” Feng Lingjun was drenched in sweat, from the hole behind him to the white thighs, the whole area was wet. Chu Qian’s hands were tied above his head, but his lower body was free. When it was intense, he almost couldn’t help but move his hips out of instinct, thrusting upwards again and again, making Feng Lingjun’s waist sore and his legs weak, his whole body was hot. For the first time in his life, he experienced the taste of being tortured.

 

It feels okay, except that it’s a bit hard to bear mentally; physically, though, it’s quite pleasant. Feng Lingjun has always been open-minded, and after a slight struggle, he just went with the flow. However, he was still somewhat concerned about his dignity, so he bites his lip when he’s unable to hold back his gasps, suppressing the sound to a very low level, which secretly escapes between his lips and teeth, making people’s ears tingle.

 

Chu Qian still hadn’t finished; he was probably working very hard in the mountains, which built up his strength. Although he lacked skill in bed, he poured all his energy into Feng Lingjun, making it hard for the latter to bear. He still had energy left, and asked Feng Lingjun while doing it, “Aren’t I still alright?”

 

“……” Feng Lingjun chuckled.

 

Seeing him laugh, Chu Qian thought he was mocking him again, feeling embarrassed and angry, he retorted, “How can you compare? I’m much stronger than you!”

 

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re better than me.”

 

Feng Lingjun leaned down, tucked his long hair behind his ear, cupped Chu Qian’s face and kissed him gently, coaxing, “Let’s wrap this up quickly, I’m tired.”

 

Chu Qian’s expression was completely unpredictable; he had been so intense before without a hint of blush, but now his face was flushed. How many times has this happened? Feng Lingjun was surprised, “Do you like me kissing you, sweetheart?”

 

“Wh-what sweetheart…” Chu Qian’s face turned red all the way to his ears, “How can you be so casual!”

 

“Casual, huh?” Feng Lingjun turned his face, a kiss landed on his lips, and gently sucked on them, “How about this?”

 

“…”

 

Chu Qian’s lower abdomen tightened and he finally couldn’t hold back, trembling as he released.

 

That night, he lost track of how many times they did it, Feng Lingjun fell into a deep sleep before dawn.

 

He was exhausted, but fortunately remembered to help Chu Qian untie his bindings. Chu Qian shifted to the side, making room for him, and the two of them squeezed onto the bed to sleep together.

 

The next day, when Feng Lingjun woke up, his first reaction was to reach for his sword. Usually, he carried it with him and placed it by his pillow while sleeping, but this time he felt around and felt nothing. His eyelids twitched violently, and he was instantly startled awake.

 

Only then did he recall what had happened the night before.

 

“…”

 

Feng Lingjun sat dazedly on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for a moment.

 

He was alone in the room, the door tightly shut, and Chu Qian was nowhere to be found. He looked down at himself; he was a mess, covered in marks, and his clothes were dirty. It seemed he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, he needed to clean himself up first.

 

He got out of bed, enduring his discomfort as he put on his clothes, picked up his sword from the table, and was just about to push the door open when he bumped into someone coming in.

 

“You’re awake?” Chu Qian held a bunch of fruits in his arms, still glistening with dew, looking as if they had just been picked from the mountains. He stood at the door, blocking Feng Lingjun’s way. “Where are you going?”