The Seductive Beauty Sinks Into the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

“May I? May I?”

Inside the disheveled collar, the delicate skin was as pale as cold snow on a mountain peak, with glistening beads of sweat flowing across it. The fragrance grew more intense, like expensive perfume ruthlessly shattered on the ground, its layered notes embracing one another in waves.

It was like sweet grapes, yet crisper and cleaner than the scent of vegetation.

Qu Jing could not quite describe the smell. Subconsciously, he felt the fragrance was exceptionally pleasant. His lips pressed against Chi Wenqiu’s pale, trembling jaw, and his teeth quietly emerged.

If he took a bite, would Chi Wenqiu cry from the pain? Would his father fly into a rage upon seeing the marks?

He wanted Chi Wenqiu to break, and he wanted Qu Sinian to be angry, yet he could not bring himself to be truly cruel. His hatred for the two of them was far from enough.

“What should I do? What on earth should I do? I like you so much, Chi Wenqiu, but I resent Qu Sinian. If he could just give you to me, I would not care about the lack of blood relation anymore. I would continue to be a good son to him, and taking care of him in his old age would be no issue at all. If he does not agree, I will tell Grandfather the truth, and then I will take the family business and you for myself!”

He spoke with such conviction that his seriousness was frightening.

Chi Wenqiu sat up and covered the boy’s mouth. “What nonsense are you talking about? That is your father!”

Seeing that the man’s eternal composure had finally wavered, Qu Jing laughed. He held the slightly cool hand against his face and kissed it intimately. A triumphant smile spread across his features. “Are you finally willing to respond to me?”

Chi Wenqiu’s face remained cold. His resistance was fully displayed on his features, but he was facing a persistent emotional madman and had no way out.

“Host! Host, you cannot hook up with the son of the target! This is a pure-hearted conquest mission!” The scene was so crude that the system, forced to apply a mosaic filter, began to cry.

In his mind, Chi Wenqiu communicated with the system: “Then what do you think I should do? If I provoke Qu Jing, he will run to Qu Sinian and everything will be ruined anyway. It is better to soothe him first. Kids this age are too prone to sexual impulses and find everything novel. Once he gets bored, it will be over.”

After some reflection, Chi Wenqiu looked again at the expectant Qu Jing. “I am not prepared. This time, I will use my hands to help you.”

“Why? Do you not like being with me?” Qu Jing asked aggressively.

“I am not adequately prepared; I could easily get hurt. Do you want me to get hurt?”

He did.

Qu Jing held him, silently swallowing the words at the tip of his tongue. He shook his head and said, “I do not. I would feel distressed for you.”

Chi Wenqiu gently patted his back. “Lie down.”

Qu Jing lay down obediently. By the reflected glow of the moon, he could see Chi Wenqiu’s face clearly. His features were as fine and warm as mutton-fat jade, and even the beautiful shape of his lips invited pity.

Qu Jing tilted his head up and mumbled, “I want to kiss you.”

Chi Wenqiu turned his head decisively to cover the boy’s thin lips. The soft touch stirred the heart, and as their breaths mingled and lingered, the rapidly rising tension seemed to melt the skin where they touched.

The physically fit boy almost gathered Chi Wenqiu entirely into his arms. At first, he could kiss him nonchalantly, but as time passed, he could not help but sink into the sensation. His fingers strayed, finding a perfect grip, feeling the delicate and soft curves that overflowed from between his fingers.

Chi Wenqiu endured the pain while helping him. Qu Jing, after all, was still a young man and was not proficient in such matters. He could only pant as he was toyed with by the beauty. Like a cat in heat with nowhere to vent, his mind went blank as he rubbed against the person before him, wanting to bite something to satisfy his craving.

A sharp pain shot through Chi Wenqiu’s shoulder, followed by something liquid and itchy.

He thought he was bleeding, but when he turned his head, he saw Qu Jing blinking away tears. For such a strong-willed boy, his crying was quite pathetic and moving.

“Is it that good?” Chi Wenqiu thought to himself. He leaned over to lick away the tears shed from the boy’s passion. They were not particularly bitter and had little taste.

He recalled his own first time, when he had collapsed exhausted in Qu Sinian’s arms, his physiological tears flowing non-stop. The older man had held him down and licked every tear away until his eyes were dry.

It turned out that making someone cry brought a surging sense of achievement. No wonder Qu Sinian always had a wicked desire to tease him.

Chi Wenqiu felt a stir of intent, thinking that since things had already reached this point, a little more would not hurt. He suddenly stood up. Qu Jing, thinking he was leaving, immediately grabbed him, his handsome face, still flushed with desire, filled with alarm and panic.

Chi Wenqiu leaned over to remove his suit trousers and said calmly, “I am not leaving. I just see that you are struggling to finish, so I plan to switch to an easier method.”

He removed the hair tie from the back of his head. His slender fingers brushed out his chestnut hair, letting the front locks fall and cover most of his face. This softened the sharpness of his features, making him look more graceful and gentle.

While Qu Jing was still puzzled, he saw a pair of straight, long legs that were so white they seemed to glow. They were pale from a lack of sunlight, slender yet not lacking in flesh. In particular, the small red mole at the root of his thigh was like a red plum blossom growing proudly in a field of white snow—the perfect finishing touch.

As if possessed, Qu Jing pressed his hand against the thigh. The milky, delicate touch left the inexperienced boy dazed. He could not stop swallowing his saliva.

Chi Wenqiu was simply too delicious, a perfect blend of color, fragrance, and taste that hit every one of Qu Jing’s aesthetic preferences. Chi Wenqiu lay on his side, pressing his long legs together and looking back with effort. “Do not make too much noise, and do not leave marks on me. Be quick.”

Qu Jing had not yet recovered from his shock when he was pulled forward by Chi Wenqiu’s hand. No part of Chi Wenqiu was anything less than perfect. Qu Jing subconsciously ignored his resistance to the same sex. Like a bee attracted by nectar, he could not resist tasting the sweet fluid.

Through the soft fabric, their bodies swayed. Once the thin white shirt was dampened by sticky sweat, it clung to his flexible, slender waist. The root of his thigh burned with pain. Several times Chi Wenqiu tried to move away, but he was pulled back by Qu Jing.

The force he endured was extreme, and broken sounds escaped his lips. Chi Wenqiu bit his lower lip, his eyes nearly blurred shut by sweat. Qu Jing, holding him from behind, kept wanting to find something to grind his teeth on. He did not dare to bite Chi Wenqiu again, so he bit down hard on the fabric of his clothes, let out a beast-like groan from his throat.

Just as he was reaching a state of comfort, Chi Wenqiu’s cognitive ability dropped, but he was suddenly startled awake by the ringing of a phone.

Qu Jing pinned his limbs down. “Do not answer it.”

“It might be your father calling.”

His lips were covered once again. The hungry boy kissed him greedily. He tried to rip away the smartwatch on Chi Wenqiu’s wrist that could take calls, but he failed to remove it.

“It will not come off, and the call cannot be hung up. If I do not answer, it will automatically alert the authorities. Qu Jing, are you listening to me?”

In the heat of the moment, Qu Jing cursed loudly. He had to let go of Chi Wenqiu. He gave the man’s flesh a hard squeeze and said despondently, “I am going to shower. You go back first.”

“Yes.” Chi Wenqiu got up with weak limbs to put on his clothes, his hands trembling. Qu Jing could not stand to watch and helped him dress. As Chi Wenqiu was about to leave, Qu Jing kissed him on his full forehead.

“See you tomorrow. I will be prepared.”

Chi Wenqiu’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to ask why the boy was so obsessed with him, but he realized the other was staring at his lips. He nodded and turned to leave.

Just as he stepped out the door, he saw the old butler standing in the hallway, staring in his direction.

Pretending he had seen nothing, Chi Wenqiu walked back to his room with feigned naturalness. Only after carefully confirming that no one had entered his room did he collapse onto the sofa in exhaustion.

“Host! Host, are you okay? It is all my fault for being useless and making you provide power for me by performing tasks! I am a failure!” One second the system was sobbing, and the next, it coldly issued a command. “Ding! Detecting that the Host has defied the will of the mission target. Forced measures will be taken!”

Damn it!

By the time Chi Wenqiu tried to get up, it was too late. His body was no longer under his control. He walked automatically to the door and headed straight toward Qu Sinian’s room.

The last time he had lost control like this was when Qu Sinian took his first time. He hated it so much his teeth nearly shattered. Fortunately, the older man had the refinement of age; although he had been celibate for years, he knew how to handle things afterward so that Chi Wenqiu was not too embarrassed.

The current situation felt like a recurring memory from the past. A sense of shame that could not be suppressed tore at his logic, bubbling upward.

His beautiful features twisted. He looked up and met the gaze of the man in the bedroom, who was wearing glasses and reading a book. The man looked slightly startled, then chuckled after a second. “Clearly you are the one who is late, yet you look as though I stood you up. Come here; let me get a good look at you.”

With a wave of Qu Sinian’s hand, Chi Wenqiu felt like a lapdog eagerly approaching. The sense of deja vu was so strong that his face was a mask of conflict and distortion.

Qu Sinian found it amusing, and his previous dissatisfaction faded. He touched the tip of Chi Wenqiu’s sweat-beaded nose with his finger, then tilted his chin up. “Why are your lips so red? Did someone else kiss them?”

Chi Wenqiu subconsciously tried to bite his lip, but as soon as a gap opened, a thumb took advantage and pushed past his teeth.

Chi Wenqiu said awkwardly, “It is hot.”

“Hot? Can the heat produce a body full of teeth marks?”

With a hook of his finger, the loose collar fell open. Chi Wenqiu was supported by his lower back to arch his chest, appearing as if he were delivering a delicacy to the man. The humiliating posture filled him with shame and indignation, his face flushing a vivid red.

Qu Sinian preferred this vivid, charming version of Chi Wenqiu. Finally, he no longer looked like a slightly world-weary, rigid butler.

“Do not… do not kiss me there.” Qu Sinian took his ear into his warm, wet mouth. A nimble tongue licked the earlobe, and the sticky sound of water was magnified inside his head, as if reaching a peak. From the very beginning, Qu Sinian had known all of Chi Wenqiu’s sensitive spots. Every time they shared pleasure, he was persistent in his affections. Before the preparations were even finished, Chi Wenqiu was already as limp as mud.

The man was like a leopard about to hunt, poised and ready. Chi Wenqiu was completely trapped in his embrace, with no chance to move. The sounds in his ears were clearer and more stimulating than listening to sleep-aid videos through headphones. No matter how calm Chi Wenqiu tried to be, he could not resist such an assault.

The man’s eyes darkened as he covered every mark on Chi’s body that did not belong to him. He then leaned in close to his ear and asked, “He is young and inexperienced; can he make you feel this comfortable?”

Chi Wenqiu’s eyes twitched. He opened them helplessly. His eyes were beautiful, clear like shining obsidian, and they locked onto Qu Sinian. He did not speak but instead voluntarily opened his arms to hug the man.

Nothing was more honest or pleasing than a physical reaction. The man chuckled and kissed his damp hair at the temple. After a moment, he sighed and said, “My father will not let me marry a male wife. What should we do?”

Chi Wenqiu, who had not yet regained control over his body, was relieved he could still speak. “I do not need that marriage certificate; I will still be yours.” His voice had turned sexy and hoarse, adding to Qu Sinian’s excitement. However, the man only touched the delicacy he had long craved with his hand and did not continue.

Chi Wenqiu was puzzled. “Do you think I am dirty?”

“I love you in any state. I just cannot bear to see you get hurt again.”

Chi Wenqiu clung to him with his limbs like an octopus. He leaned in and whispered, “Then let us go to the bathroom. Help me clean up.”

Since it was a rare request from him, Qu Sinian naturally would not refuse. His strong, sturdy arms scooped Chi up, and he strode toward the bathroom.

Outside the door, Qu Jing watched the light shining through the crack of the door and fell into a long, deep silence.