The Last X - 89 6.13

Unfortunately, Chen Yu’s body was still merely at the level of a Golden Core Formation cultivator, he had no hope of winning against these two immortal beasts who’d almost certainly reached the Heavenly Realm. And as expected, his struggles proved utterly useless. He didn’t even succeed in freeing up either end of his body, since the instant he shifted, Moqi Lirong’s rough hand swiftly gripped the nape of his neck to cram himself even further into his throat, and Moqi Baihui landed a mild strike on his hips to keep him still.

As if to hid the ulterior motive behind the scolding tap he’d given, the man then chided, “Oh, shizhi, look at what a mess you’ve made,” as he tenderly swiped up the liquid that had spilled out across the boy’s supple white cheeks due to his sudden movements. His pretense, however, was directly shattered by his blatantly fascinated tone, combined with his sordid fondling of the glistening red mark left by his palm. En, how would the youth look if his whole body covered with his brands…

Musing on this beautiful thought, Moqi Baihui stroked what he could of the liquid back toward Ning He’s opening and slowly rubbed around the place where they were joined to confirm that every part was smeared with the medicine, while his gaze darkened from the red, slick insides that peeked out around his length.

In contrast with the man meticulously fixating on lubricating him, Chen Yu didn’t care, since he was sure that it would hurt regardless. Naturally, his dislike of pain far outweighed his desire to test the limits of his body in this manner but, aware that he wasn’t strong enough yet to physically retaliate against these perverts, he could only choke out unintelligible complaints instead.

And as was often the case with his lover, his enraged heat brought about a different kind of passion entirely, this time on part of the man occupying his front end; his indignant glare and the buzzing from his throat as he tried to speak, both of which were intended as protests, merely aroused the member in his mouth even more, the already thick object becoming so engorged that his eyes watered. Had this pervert misunderstood something?

Indeed, opposite to his wishes, the Moqi Lirong who’d been provoked by his shizhi had become impatient and believed that Ning He had as well. So, in order to signal his brother to hurry up, he rammed himself into the youth’s small mouth forcefully enough that the boy’s body was pushed back hard onto Moqi Baihui, wringing out a tortured groan from both of the twins.

A beat later, focusing his eyes which had briefly blurred from the pleasure, Moqi Baihui grasped the idea and didn’t linger anymore, he carefully slipped one of his fingers alongside his length into Ning He’s passage, popping through the tight ring with a lewd wet sound.

Since his message had obviously been received, Moqi Lirong smilingly patted Ning He’s head to reassure him and pulled his hips away as if recalling that the boy had been trying to say something, timing it just right for the screams that had been stifled in Chen Yu’s throat to burst out. Sympathetically gazing at the boy who was writhing toward him and away from his brother’s reach, Moqi Lirong gently held him still, soothing him with affectionate kisses.

After all, his shizhi was so slender, he definitely required ample preparation to take both of them—even if the silly child wanted to rush things, they couldn’t be reckless, they had to take care not to break him.

Thus, restrained in this way by the delusional man in front of him, Chen Yu could only quiver feverishly when the one behind slipped another finger into him. A moment later, his waist lost all strength to resist and his arms also became too shaky to hold his body up, he had no choice but to collapse onto the black twin’s lap where he weakly whimpered, cursing for the two of them to never ejaculate again.

Chuckling hoarsely with no idea of the danger he was in, Moqi Lirong tenderly brushed the sweat-drenched tendrils of hair stuck to his Ning He’s flushed face and asked, “Hm? What is it, shizhi? Did you have something you wanted from your master?”

Angry yet unable to speak due to gasping too much, Chen Yu fiercely bit the fool’s thigh to punish him. But he discovered from the excited twitching of the erection in front of his eyes that the pervert apparently liked the stinging pain and his teeth marks, the man even encouraged him to bite more by nudging his leg closer to Ning He’s mouth. His deep eyes clearly shouted, “How can my shizhi be so cute?! Come, this master will gladly suffer some pain for such a good boy!”

Such cooperation was wholly unwelcome, all right? Huffing, Chen Yu rolled his eyes and turned away, sighing tiredly. This world was going to be so difficult…

As if to demonstrate the troubles he’d have to endure, Moqi Baihui, who’d managed to fit in three of his fingers beside his member, was at last confident that the boy had been stretched enough, so he lay down on his back then turned the boy to face him without withdrawing anything. Although the man hadn’t pushed further into him during his rotation, the obscene wet noises, combined with the temperature shift between the burning length and the icy liquid-covered fingers against his inner walls, made Chen Yu shiver and cling to Moqi Baihui for support, his taut channel clenching anxiously around the objects inside. The stuffed feeling was too intense, he couldn’t even tell whether the abrupt movement had hurt or not. All he knew was that he really couldn’t be plugged with anything more.

Dazed in this way, it was therefore too late when he realized that Moqi Lirong had knelt behind him, he remained unaware of the threat until the man’s feverish hands slipped under his knees and lifted him off of Moqi Baihui to thrust himself inside. Despite their identical physiques, the twins’ members curved at slightly different angles, hitting slightly different spots along his passage.

Thus, when the brothers continued to rapidly alternate between themselves to slam into him, Chen Yu’s mind blanked, congested with sorting through the barrage of stimulation. Nor could he retreat to regain his senses; in this position, none of his limbs could reach the ground, because he was simply hovering above Moqi Baihui’s hips with his weight held entirely by Moqi Lirong, his spread thighs gripped open by the man’s strong hands.

While the twins drew out the youth’s stupor by continuing the chaotic rhythm, their lips dotingly spilled provocative comments, they breathlessly murmured things like “Mm, which one do you like more? Oh, you can’t choose, you want them both? Really a glutton, ah,” “Why do you taste so delicious, shizhi? And you smell so good, sound so sweet, it’s like you were made to seduce us…,” and “What a good view, shizhi, really too cute, too charming. See how much you’re leaking? Does it feel that good?” Although initially they tried to restrain themselves, when they felt how Ning He twitched invitingly around them with every word, they boldly immersed themselves in teasing him, until they somewhat belatedly caught the hazy look in the boy’s eyes.

But as soon as the two men noticed that he was on the brink of release, they coordinatedly burst into motion: while Moqi Baihui twined his tongue around his shizhi’s mouth to prevent him from biting himself in his surprise, Moqi Lirong caressed the youth’s quivering waist and clamped his jaws around the nape of his neck to hold him steady. Then, they took the chance to drive themselves in at the same time.

Even with the twins’ thorough preparations, Chen Yu’s tears poured down involuntarily at the overwhelming feeling of his distended channel, and he had to grit his teeth to hold in his pained screams, ‘accidentally’ chomping down on Moqi Baihui’s tongue hard enough to draw blood. This stupid lover, why did he have to split into two? Even if that couldn’t be blamed on him, why couldn’t they just toss him separately…

By the time his shudders wound down somewhat and his blinded eyes regained their vision, Chen Yu had learned to breathe gingerly in order to keep still, he didn’t dare move for fear that his rear would never go back to how it should be.

Naturally, however, the perverts had no such qualms. Having raised his torso to dotingly brush kisses across the tip of the boy’s reddened nose, his poor wet eyes, and the trembling chin, Moqi Baihui proudly remarked, “See how well you’re taking us, shizhi,” while Moqi Lirong nuzzled his neck and praised, “En, such a good boy…” Simultaneously, they admiringly stroked the place they’d crammed themselves into. Look, this was proof that Ning He was theirs.

At the gentle petting and the lack of any vigorous movement inside of him, Chen Yu’s body gradually relaxed, his tensed spine melting back against Moqi Lirong’s chest again. And surprisingly quickly, the near-bursting sensation that had turned his hips numb crossed the edge from pain to pleasure, his aggrieved whines becoming lustful cries as the two scorching objects slowly took turns to piston in and out of him. Eventually, the sting was engulfed completely by bliss due to the thick erections scraping against his clutching inner walls, along with the way that each of the men’s movements teasingly kneaded his sensitive spot.

As for the brothers, mesmerized by their shizhi’s helplessly aroused expression and the way the youth was twitching his waist for more, they too sped up faster and faster, until finally, they were no longer even alternating between themselves, their members were shoving into the small, strained opening at the same time. Unexpectedly, when they glanced at Ning He, he didn’t seem to feel the pain at all anymore, because even filled to his limit, he didn’t frown or move to evade. Instead, he moaned hoarsely and even ground his hips down harder, so that the twins couldn’t hold it anymore, panting heavily, they thrust uncontrollably into the boy and groaned, spewing their hot fluid into him for a long while.

And when they saw how Ning He climaxed directly afterwards from being saturated with their release, his white fluid dripping down his pink member and along his shaking thighs to combine with their own, their still-erect lengths jerked eagerly inside him, ready again.

A beat later, they whispered coaxingly into each of the youth’s ears, “One more time?”

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Some time after the boy fell unconscious, the Moqi brothers also restrained themselves at last. Although they took far longer than they should have to clean up the sticky fluids that they’d shot all over their shizhi due to the occasional breaks they took to comfort their reawakened desire, ultimately they lay down with a perfectly neatened youth nestled between them and closed their eyes to meditate with a smile.

Their happiness, however, was short-lived, because when Ning He woke up half a day later, he curled up and refused to look at either of them, he wouldn’t even allow them to touch him.