Novel Name : Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Feng Yu Jiu Tian Volume 1 Chapter 11

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I think I might like some of you guys…

Thank you for the well wishers here is my return present. Happy…err…midweek!

I was actually banned from going to Uni Monday and Tuesday because I was a biohazard to every living being.

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“First, return the handkerchief you have in your pocket. The second…”

Feng Ming conjured up his bravery, and placed his neck on the chopping board.

“Let me top you once!”

Feng Ming didn’t know whether this kind of tactic could be considered as rape.

His audacious words immediately swept silence across the large chambers, creating an eerie tomb.

A stifling force of embarrassment smacked the Prince, he bowed his head timidly.

How pathetic, instead of this sorry display he should have held his head high and stood with his chest out, self satisfied and smugly waiting the response of his servant, Rong Wang’s answer.

Moreover, this was an opportunity to stir King Rong.

The Prince contemplated making that handsome face fault just by shooting a frivolous glance to show the vulgar intentions he had, hoping then he would be able to bask triumphantly in the King’s shame.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the balls to act out his plan.

"Let me top you once?" the King repeated and his voice remained normal.

"Yes." Feng Ming confirmed, nodding his bowed head gently.

The arms around his waist slowly tightened their hold, gently imprisoning the Prince.

“However, is there a reason for ‘only ‘once?” Rong Tian whispered.

“If it was me, I would definitely have said ‘a lifetime’.”

“Would you agree to a lifetime?”

"You are so sure that I would not consent?" his lips pulled back into a sneer, the King’s attitude exposed crucial clues.

Rong Tian’s eyes stared dangerously at him and Feng Ming began to fear the outcome of this conversation.

The King’s thin lips softly raised as he questioned, “Be honest, why did you even mention such a ridiculous requirement?”

Feng Ming felt at this moment as if he was a naughty child being reprimanded.

“That’s because I need to strike first and gain the upper hand.” He replied in a low voice, and returned the Regent King’s look with a hearty hate-filled glare.

“Don’t think I’m not aware of your heart’s dirty desires!” he blurted out.

"Oh? My dirty desires?" the King teased.

Feng Ming couldn’t stand the oppressive atmosphere the King held over him so with a renewed dignity he whipped his angry face upwards and stared intently at the man.

"Don’t you dare deny it! You’ve had perverted thoughts of me from the very beginning. Don’t think that I’m a fool not to notice. Rather than letting me be eaten by you, it would be better to let me top you, besides the newspaper articles I’ve read said that being the receiver hur-mm-mph…nnnnhhh…nnnnhhh…”

The concluding words of Feng Ming’s rambling were timely cut off as the King worked his skillful mouth over the soft full lips.

As usual, when their lips locked the young man’s heartbeat raced and his chest heaved like a bellow desperately sucking in air. He was again drawn into a fit of frenzied passion which left him in a daze which included losing control of his own body as it melted with the heat of the moment.

When their kiss finally broke Feng Ming gasped for breath, by the time he calmed down he was completely leaning within the crook of the King’s strong arm.

“Hey! Where are you taking me?” he shrieked as his weakened body was swept up in a sudden motion.

In fact, it was a needless question as they where both clearly heading towards the Prince’s bedroom.

Feng Ming immediately tensed.

Rong Wang sent his reassurance, bowing his head to whisper with a smile. “Didn’t His Majesty give me his requirements? Given such an alluring condition, who in this world could refuse?”

Feng Ming was taken back because he never conceived his business proposition to run so smoothly.

Feng Ming almost bit his tongue again when he found the words to reply.

"So you agree?" he studied the King with disbelief.

"I agree."

Rong Wang moved effortlessly with his bounty and placed the Prince on top of the bed.

“To have me allow you to top once, actually isn’t necessary, under the circumstances when both parties are willing, if you wanted more I would give my consent without an issue with it.”

Feng Ming’s jaw basically dropped off his face.

"Well, go ahead." Rong Wang’s perfect features were closing in on his own face and the man’s voice was thicker than velvet as he showed no signs of hiding his delight.

The scent of desire flowed from the King, his lust thickened in the air, swamping the Prince’s senses.

Feng Ming almost fell into the King’s bewitching pace. He shied his face away from the man’s poison.

He was hesitating.

“I…” his face seared with glowing red embers.

“I’ve never had any official…”

“I see.” The Regent King smiled tentatively, as if it wasn’t a problem.

His large hands rested on the Prince’s shoulders and they stroked the boy reassuringly.

“In this case, let me guide His Royal Highness.” He offered genuinely.

To be address as His Royal Highness, at this moment touched Feng Ming.

Sure enough, the King began to carefully guide him.

"Love between men, in fact, is the same as that between a man and woman. In Xi Rei we have a traditional custom, where young men live and learn from an experienced adult man, learning skills, and to develop courage and perseverance, the matters of the body can also be taught by direct contact of the mentor during this learning phase, so a majority of men have experience in this aspect. Only…”

Concurrent with his lecturing Rong Tian’s large coarse hands were fondling all parts of the Prince, the boy’s ears were practically scarlet.

Feng Ming barely managed to defend himself.

“It’s not like I’ve never had any experience, I’ve simply forgot that’s all!”

Hearing the Prince’s quibbling, the King reached unexpectedly to a pink erect rose bud on the boy’s chest and gave it a forceful twist. The boy body’s reacted as his spine curled under the hold.

Feng Ming released a whimper, his body loosening to the assault and he collapsed powerless on top of the bed.

His clothes were splayed out beneath his body. The numerous layers had been worked off his body by the King.

“Looking at the Prince’s seductive composure, it is not difficult to believe that the Prince has precious experience”

The King ridiculed him, “Only that it has been forgotten.”

His mischievous hands gradually teased Feng Ming’s body till it was burning with desire.

At that point Rong Tian left the bed, and moved towards a cabinet to retrieve a small bottle. Tipping the entire contents of the vial into his palms a pool of viscous liquid formed which vaguely had the scent of pleasant herbs.

Taking half of the volume he applied the cool liquid onto his own body, and the remaining portion was eased onto Feng Ming’s flaccid member.

The King gently coaxed the modest length of muscle to harden in his grasp.

Under the rhythmic strokes of the warm wet hand, Feng Ming was easily aroused and his penis ached for more attention. His own body twisted in the man’s unceasing touch. His voice was trapped in his throat, as he made small animal sounds.

“I would have never thought you’d be so enthusiastic.” The man teased.

“Nonsense! I’m topping you, it’s only natural I get this passionate.”

“Well, I’m ready to have you on top.” A gentle smile eased across the King’s lips, he reached to help steady the Prince into a straddling position on top of his own body.

Feng Ming felt a little light-headed as his brain was in overload and shooting him warnings.

“This doesn’t seem right.”

Rong Wang laughed as he asked “Where is the problem?”

“You should have your legs open and I shouldn’t be sitting with my legs open on top.”

“Is that so?” The Regent King snaked his hand around Feng Ming’s slender waist and gently adjusted the boy until his hardened and erect member softly nudged at the Prince’s tightly closed entrance.

Feng Ming whimpered as the strange sensation sent the boy reeling, his hips immediately twisted away from the stimulus.

An indescribable noise was choked back in the boy’s throat from his surprise.

“Feng Ming…” Rong Wang’s voice was exceptionally husky as he beckoned the younger man. He clasped his free hand around Feng Ming’s arousal, comforting the length that was on the verge of exploding.

His brain was in a muddle, as the older man drowned him in pleasure stroke by stroke, tugging at every nerve of sensation.

In the final moment, as Feng Ming reached his climax a soft pressure was applied to the tip of his aching muscle, blocking the exit for the fluids of his passion.

Under the King’s cruel control which stopped his release, Feng Ming nearly broke into tears.

He cried out his captor’s name without thinking.

“Unnh…Rong Tian.”

“Not bad, you seem to recall my name now.” The man was satisfied, presenting a smug grin.

Rong Tian propped his upper half up and pulled Feng Ming into his arms, one arm fixed firmly around the boy’s waist to hold him in place and the King’s other hand continued to torment the boy’s desperate member.

He laughed lightly, “Feng Ming, I’m going to let you release, does that sound good?”

Damn you!

Why would you even ask such a question?

What part of that doesn’t sound good?

The arrow has already been drawn back on the bow there’s nothing more to do but shoot!

However, this wasn’t the time to lecture him with any strange phrases.

Feng Ming couldn’t find his voice so he hurriedly nodded his head.

His eyes glimmered with pleasure as they signaled and pleaded with the King.

Rong Wang sneered, then loosened his firm grip around Feng Ming’s penis and quickly gave the member a gentle squeeze. The Prince quivered in his arms.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” Feng Ming screamed, his body completely softened and slumped into a mass on top of the King.

Warm white bodily fluid had squirted all over Rong Tian’s hand.

The boy’s eyes closed shut as his body savored the moment, at this time Rong Wang moved to whisper into the Prince’s ears.

“Feng Ming the transaction has been completed.”

“What?” The Prince’s chest was still catching all the air it could manage to help recover from his dismal state he even struggled to open his eyes. When his hazy eyes managed to partially open, the look of Feng Ming’s face was a captivating sight.

“You have released yourself on top of me, hasn’t your terms been met?”

This comment cleared Feng Ming’s mind immediately, he shook his head urgently to reclaim the deal.

“No, this isn’t, this doesn’t count!” his frustration wasn’t hidden on his face.

“How can this not count?” The Regent King pressed the man who was flailing frantically in his arms.

The King’s rich voice whispered deviously into the boy’s ear.

“The evidence is conclusive, or shall I send for an imperial guard to pass his judgment on the matter.”

“How can you call a guard to testify such matters? Anyway, this doesn’t count!” Feng Ming indignantly stammered with anger.

Rong Tian expression snapped, his face pulled back and he raised an eyebrow.

“I want to very much commit something to offend your Highness…”

“What?”

“You haven’t realized that you were the only one who had the pleasure of being released, likewise, I haven’t been comforted in such a manner.”

With this comment, Rong Wang pointed towards his erection and its generous length hit the air like a skyscraper.

Immediately, all the fierceness behind Feng Ming’s fangs vanished when he had initially decided argued with the King.

Fearing what was installed ahead he turned away from the King’s weapon and swallowed the knot in his throat before timidly voicing himself.

“But you really didn’t comply with the agreement….”

Under the frightening power of Rong Tian’s gaze the last few words automatically disappeared from Feng Ming’s mouth. The eyes that fixed onto his naked and vulnerable body completely stripped any ounce of fight left inside of him.

“Sleep now.” The King unexpectedly ordered.

His eagle like eyes watched the bowed head for a while before finally sighing.

“Otherwise, I really can’t resist.”

Feng Ming was aware that the King was telling the truth, this was a matter of time and place. He wasn’t going to dare risk the “truth” by trying to explain the facts on how their agreement has not been completed now.

The moment the King loosened his grip, the Prince didn’t hesitate to jump into the covers of his sleeping pallet. He quickly drew the heavy quilts over his naked body ensuring he carefully covered any part of him that may lead to alluring the other.

“I will take a bath.” Rong Wang finally got off the bed, before he left he swiveled around and dropped his face down to Feng Ming’s level cautioning him.

“You were meant to go with me however in this state if we shared a bath something would surely happen between us. I don’t want you to go biting your tongue again.”

Feng Ming discovered at that point, that Rong Wang actually had a fear of his “suicidal tendencies” and it must have engrained a deep impression for him to withhold his actions.

This was one messed up evening.

Originally the Prince was going to have his wishes granted unfortunately he was cheated on their bargain.

However, if it was the matter of deception, he couldn’t really lump different matters together.

Considering the Regent King’s power and the fact that he had repressed his needs was good.

Also…Rong Wang’s technique isn’t too bad with his hands….

As Feng Ming had these thoughts in his mind, Rong Tian had already finished with his cleansing and promptly returned.

Upon hearing the man’s footsteps Feng Ming hastily closed his eyes feigning sleep.

Rong Tian stripped out of his garments, and entered the warm covers of Feng Ming’s quilts.

When Feng Ming was suddenly drawn into the King’s embrace from behind, his heart raced erratically, scared stiff whether the King would try anything on him tonight.

Suffering in silence, he waited for a long time, and seeing there was no further activity from the man, Feng Ming could finally relax.

So there are still really people that honor their words, or perhaps the ancient folks have strong morals?

No, impossible.

This King has shown his true self previously.

The word moral doesn’t even exist in his vocabulary.

Otherwise why would the original Prince have so many scars on his body?

Feng Ming imagination ran wild before his thought patterns waned, his concluding thoughts fixed on how warm and cozy it was to be hugged by the King.

Managing to tire himself out, his mind slipped into a daze and he gradually drifted off to dreamland.

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