Governor’s Illness - CH 111

The color of Xiahou Lian’s pupils became deep, and his hot breaths were tainted with a deeply hidden ferity. He grabbed Shen Jue’s hand and put it on the thing below, saying huskily, “You should touch here.”

Blood boiled under his hand. Shen Jue rubbed it lightly, and it became more and more swollen, the two layers of cloth unable to conceal the tension there. There was a teasing expression hidden in Shen Jue’s eyes, and he leaned next to his ear and asked, “When did you get hard?”

Xiahou Lian took a deep breath. “I got hard the moment I smelled the scent on your body.”

Shen Jue smiled. “I’m wearing a dipterocarp fragrance, not Trilling Tenderness, why are you hard?”

As he spoke, Shen Jue increased the strength in his hand, pinching the round head, and Xiahou Lian sucked in a breath, his entire body practically collapsing into a mass of mud. His lifeblood was being held in his hands, so he wouldn’t be able to escape in this lifetime. He reached over to put the bed curtains down from the jade hook, and the light instantly dimmed. The two of them laid face-to-face in the tight space, looking at the warm happiness in the corners of each other’s eyes.

Xiahou Lian looked at him fixedly and took off the hairpin on his bun. His black and shiny hair cascaded down, releasing onto the bed like flowing water. Xiahou Lian kissed his cheek and said huskily, “Young Master, does it still hurt there?”

Shen Jue: “…”

In the haze of the candlelight, the light in Xiahou Lian’s eyes was exceptionally bright, and anyone could see what he was thinking in his heart. Shen Jue grinded his teeth inwardly and flipped over to straddle him. “Lie down, I’ll do it.”

“Your body is weak, I’m afraid you’ll get tired.” Xiahou Lian held his waist, and underneath the exquisite satin, his skin was as smooth as jade. “Let me do it.”

These words sounded like an insult in Shen Jue’s ears, and he squinted his eyes, sneering, “What, you look down on me?” After saying this, he took off Xiahou Lian’s sweat towel in one pull and lifted his waistband, looking inside. Little Xiahou was upright, appearing fierce and overbearing. Last time, he hadn’t had time to look closely, but he finally had the opportunity to examine it this time. He pulled down his waistband and it sprang out, a helmet on its head and with ferocious veins on the shaft. He gripped it and it still jumped in his hand, scorchingly hot.

It was imposing, suiting his figure. Shen Jue glanced at him. Being so exposed without obstruction in front of someone else, even a face as thick as the city walls couldn’t stand it at this moment, and Xiahou Lian’s face was as red as searing iron. However, he was a man after all, so no matter how abashed he was, he couldn’t flee on the eve of battle.

Xiahou Lian straightened up; once his lust arose, he couldn’t contain it anymore. He built up his courage and undid Shen Jue’s belt, and his white undergarment slid off, revealing the smooth and fair skin inside. His muscles were firm, not impudent yet not weak, every inch just right.

Xiahou Lian put his forehead against his collarbone and sighed. “Young Master, how were you born? How are you so good-looking?” He looked up at Shen Jue, and in the lights and shadows, his eyes were quiet and deep, and the tips of his eyes that were tinted red from desire appeared even longer and deeper. “When should we have our wedding banquet?”

“Of course the sooner the better.” Shen Jue caressed the cold and hard lines on his cheeks. “We have to get married sooner and tell the heavens and your mother and Aunt Lan that you’re my person. They’ll bless us to a long life and to grow old together.”

Xiahou Lian’s heart and eyes were filled with warmth, as if hot water had been poured into his chest, and his heart beat more steadily than it ever had before.

“And,” Shen Jue said, “I’ve decided, tomorrow I’ll have my trusted aides contact the pirates and tell them to build a treasure ship for us. Four or five years later when the young emperor grows up, we’ll think of a way to escape. South or North, Japan or the West, we’ll go wherever is beautiful.”

This wouldn’t be easy to think of, since whether they faked their deaths or retired, danger would still lurk everywhere. However, Xiahou Lian wasn’t afraid. He curved his brows and eyes as he said, “Okay, you decide where to go, it’s fine even if we wander the seas as pirates. You’ll be the captain and I’ll be your boatman. We’ll roam the seas and be called the Black and White Double-Evils.”

Although this name was extremely rustic, Shen Jue still felt content in his heart. It was as if he could already see the good days of that time, and everything was filled with hope. As long as Xiahou Lian was by his side, he could survive any suffering and hardship. Wind and frost scraping his bones and rain and snow blowing against his face didn’t matter; he had Xiahou Lian, this ball of fire in his heart, and it was enough to give him enough warmth amid the chilliness that filled the sky.

“I’ll take good care of you, A-Lian,” Shen Jue closed his eyes, saying.

“I don’t need you to take care of me.” Xiahou Lian rubbed his face. “You take good care of yourself, I don’t understand the matters of the court, so only you can keep an extra eye out for yourself. However, if someone bullies you, tell me, and I’ll cover my face and put on a sack to beat them up. I’ll specially beat them in the face and beat them until they can’t go to the court anymore so they won’t act contrary to you.”

“Don’t be hasty about Garan’s matters.” Shen Jue said, “We’ll find your brother and Tang Shiqi. Look, I searched for you for so long, and I still found you.”

Speaking of Chi Yan and Shiqi, Xiahou Lian felt uncomfortable. However, no news was the best news. Perhaps Chi Yan was still hiding in some nook; maybe he had exited the border, which was why the Eastern Depot still hadn’t found him. Shiqi was still useful for Garan, since Garan wanted him to restore Leading Mechanism Silk. They must also covet Zhaoye and puppet techniques, so they wouldn’t take his life for the time being.

Shen Jue saw his silent appearance and moved his face to kiss him on the lips, vaguely calling to him, “Don’t think about it for now…” He grabbed his hand and put it on his own waistband. “Continue.”

Shen Jue knelt up so it was more convenient for him. Xiahou Lian blushed as he glanced at him before lowering his head to undo Shen Jue’s sweat towel. His waistband slid down, slipping all the way down to his knees, and Little Governor completely came face-to-face with him. It was majestic, going straight up to below his chin, containing a ferociousness entirely different from its owner.

Shen Jue held his hand to grasp himself and laughed lightly. “Are you satisfied, look, it’s even a bit bigger than yours.”

“…” These words made Xiahou Lian ashamed. How did it make sense for a husband to not be able to compare to his own wife? Who would’ve expected that Shen Jue appeared so fairy-like, yet he was like a demon underneath his crotch. He pressed Little Governor and murmured in a low voice, “Just a little.”

Shen Jue pushed him down onto the bed. “A-Lian, let’s hurry and get into the main topic.”

Shen Jue wanted to do a riding position, so Xiahou Lian had no choice. Forget it, he would just lie down and enjoy it. Xiahou Lian tilted his neck to look at him. Shen Jue picked up a sweat towel and tied Xiahou Lian’s wrist to the bedpost. Xiahou Lian was a little stunned. “Young Master, can I still enter you like this?”

Shen Jue tied him up tightly, making sure he couldn’t easily break free. Then, he pulled back and took out a piece of red silk from a box inlaid with pearls at the foot of the bed, and tied an auspicious knot on Little Xiahou’s shaft. With a red silk tied around that thing, it looked exactly like a bridegroom, and tapping it, it even bowed toward Shen Jue.

Xiahou Lian was so humiliated his entire face became flushed. What the fuck kind of kink is this… He closed his eyes and couldn’t bear to look, letting Shen Jue toss him about.

Taking advantage of his closed eyes, Shen Jue scooped out the ointment in the box and wiped it onto himself. He knew very well the principle of planning ahead, so he had prepared this tool a long time ago, just for the good day of today. He had looked forward to this for so long, and it could finally have its use. After he got everything ready, Shen Jue leaned down to kiss him, slowly moving down along the lines on his chest, and waves of small trembles arose where his scorching lips were.

Xiahou Lian gritted his teeth and beads of sweat rose on his forehead, and even his toes were clenched.

His lips arrived at the last pass and finally kissed it. Xiahou Lian sucked in a breath and begged, seemingly crying and laughing, “Young Master, give me pleasure!”

Shen Jue lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, his lips that were as beautiful as peaches and plums hooking upward. “Right away.”

He bent Xiahou Lian’s legs up, and Xiahou Lian felt that something was a little off. “Young Master, your position isn’t right.”

Right after he said this, Shen Jue straightened his waist and forcibly jabbed forward, entirely entering Xiahou Lian’s body.

Xiahou Lian’s mind instantly went blank.

Fuck!

I’m being fucked!

Shen Jue began thrusting, going to the bottom and not leaving any gap. Inside the gauze bed curtains, it was a pitch-dark expanse, fervor surging, beating over in waves, dizzingly burning. Xiahou Lian’s voice shook as he loudly shouted for him to stop, but Shen Jue just wouldn’t and even got faster and faster. Sweat dripped down along his cheeks and hair, and the tips of his eyes that were tinted red outlined boundless flirtation.

“Fuck your uncle! Young Master, you tricked me!” Xiahou Lian collapsed as he roared.

Shen Jue panted as he said, “Who made you so stupid.” He slapped Xiahou Lian’s ass. “Don’t be tense, relax.”

“I’m not living anymore!” The fierce thrusts practically made Xiahou Lian lose his senses. He wanted to struggle, but his hands had already been tied by Shen Jue, and his legs were being tightly pressed down by him, so he couldn’t break free at all. He had been too foolish, sending himself into the tiger’s mouth. However, while he couldn’t help but pant, Shen Jue’s member rubbing against his prostate actually gave him a pleasure he had never felt before.

“Slow down… No, I don’t want it!” Xiahou Lian wailed.

Shen Jue laughed lightly. “You don’t want what? What don’t you want?”

“I don’t want it! Stop!” Xiahou Lian forcibly twisted his waist.

Shen Jue pressed him down and thrusted heavily again. “You don’t want what? A-Lian, I don’t understand.”

“I’ll fuck your uncle, Shen Jue!”

“Not only can’t you do my uncle, you’re being done by me.” Shen Jue’s movements didn’t stop, and Xiahou Lian trembled underneath him. He leaned down and said huskily, “Or what about this, A-Lian, if you call me Jinglan-gege, I’ll let you go.”

“Fuck your Jing!”

“Are you going to say it or not,” Shen Jue thrusted him forcefully, and Xiahou Lian sucked in a breath of cold air, “if you say it I’ll let you go.”

Xiahou Lian gritted his teeth and remained silent, his expression like that of a martyr.

Shen Jue had to hand it to him; he would rather be fucked than call him gege. Then he would fulfill his wish. Shen Jue clutched his waist and turned the waves up to the sky, the high tide shaking the heavens and earth, and the two of them were uncontrolled and frenzied in this tidal wave. Shen Jue filled all of him, and also filled his own desolate heart.

The battle ceased, and they were both completely exhausted. Xiahou Lian was sleeping facing the wall, and Shen Jue wrapped his hair around his fingertip. In the silent darkness, one could hear dog barks outside the wall, barking two or three times, each one further than the last. Xiahou Lian still couldn’t accept the fact that he had been fucked. This time, he had lost his face all the way to his grandmother’s home; he had originally worshiped his mother saying that he had married a wife, but he hadn’t expected that it was himself who became someone else’s wife.

His backside ached faintly. This Shen Jue was too fierce, and he didn’t know whether going to the latrine would be difficult in the future. This guy had definitely plotted it out, but he had been stupid, delivering himself into his basket and even thinking happily that he had picked up a great bargain. Xiahou Lian covered his face, misery welling in his heart.

Xiahou Lian didn’t move for a very long time. Shen Jue couldn’t help himself and pulled him into the crook of his arm, his thumb gently pinching where his wrist had just been tied. “Are you still angry? Don’t be angry, you just recovered, careful you hurt yourself from anger.”

Xiahou Lian closed his eyes and ignored him. As Shen Jue spoke, he put his hand on his chest, and Xiahou Lian frowned, throwing his hand away.

“I’m not a woman, why do you always touch my chest?”

“Okay, okay, I know.” Shen Jue touched a different place, and he hadn’t even provoked it a few times when it lifted its head.

Xiahou Lian: “…”

Shen Jue leaned over and kissed him, but just when he slowly tightened his grip, Shen Wenxing’s voice sounded from outside the door. “Father! Not good, the barbarians have attacked the frontier, and the emperor wants you to enter the palace overnight!”

The two of them were shocked, and they looked at each other in the dark. Shen Jue got up and put on his clothes, and Xiahou Lian helped him get clean clothes and socks, as well as brushed his hair for him. Although he was still annoyed at him in his heart, he still took care of him. Shen Jue’s heart felt soothed, and he embraced him, kissing him several times.

“Wait obediently at home for me, I’ll come back to see you after I’m done handling the matter. You haven’t eaten, I’ll have someone make a late-night meal and bring it to you.”

He left, walking outside, but Xiahou Lian hesitated for a moment before calling for him. “Young Master.”

Shen Jue stopped at the door and looked at him.

“You’re a real bastard,” Xiahou Lian grumbled, “but I don’t blame you, don’t do this next time.”

“All right,” Shen Jue went back to kiss him, “next time I want to do you I’ll make sure to say so in advance.”

Shen Jue left after saying this, leaving Xiahou Lian stunned in the room by himself.

“Fuck… this bastard…” Xiahou Lian was so angry he practically vomited blood, and he turned around to go to bed.