[NSFW SPOILER] 魔道祖师 原版(Mo Dao Zu Shi original version) – The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Founder of Diabolism
魔道祖师 重生(Mo Dao Zu Shi Original) – The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Founder of Diabolism
Chapter 111 – 天天就是天天 (Tian Tian Jiu Shi Tian Tian) – Every day means every day
Having established a very long distance away from the temple and seeing no incoming pursuers, Wei Wu Xian and Lan Wang Ji were able to determine that Lan Qi Ren and his group were not sparing them any attention anymore.
Mounted on Xiao Ping Guo’s back, Wei Wu Xian spoke, “We aren’t desperately needed back there anyways, let’s just leave it at that.”
Sparing a glance back, Lan Wang Ji nodded in agreement, rescinded Xiao Ping Guo’s lead before continuing forward with it in hand.
To each their own, one has to find the solution to their own problems. Despite being Lan Xi Chen’s brother, Lan Wang Ji’s hands are tied. Consolations will not help, and neither would anything else.
Wei Wu Xian quietly looked over the flute, Chen Qing, in his hand and returned it to his waistband.
Prior to leaving, with a turn of his head, Wei Wu Xian had peered towards Wen Ning.
Wen Ning directed a slight smile back at him, shaking his head. Indicating clearly that he had no intentions of leaving with them. This is the first time in years that Wen Ning had not followed him and had arrived at his own decision. Wei Wu Xian had guessed that he probably harbored an idea of what he wanted to do from now.
As well, that was exactly what he had been wishing for all along. After all, Wen Ning wasn’t his servant, there had bound to come a day for him to forge his own path, yet now that this day has arrived, it still felt slightly hurtful.
Now, only Lan Wang Ji remained standing by his side.
Fortunately for him, the only person he wanted as company was also only Lan Wang Ji.
Wei Wu Xian was patting Xiao Ping Guo’s rear. On its back, there a cloth pouch sat that was firm to the touch and bulging with apples, probably its feed, prepared by the Lan clan’s junior disciples. Wei Wu Xian picked out an apple from within to bring to his mouth, he peered at Lan Wang Ji’s elegant side profile and took a clean bite out of the apple that tasted exceptionally crisp.
Upon witnessing the shameless act of stealing and eating its apple, Xiao Ping Guo flared its steaming nostrils and persistently thrashed around in displeasure. Wei Wu Xian had no time for it and carelessly patted it down, stuffing his mouth with the unfinished apple, he suddenly called out, “Lan Zhan?”
Sensing a weirdness in his tone, Lan Wang Ji turned to look over. Wei Wu Xian reached out with his right hand to lift up his lower jaw, bending over to plant his lips onto him.
A long while passed before Wei Wu Xian pulled away marginally, with their eyelashes touching he asked in a low voice, “How is it?”
Wei Wu Xian asked again, “You’re not gonna ask me why I suddenly did that?”
Wei Wu Xian questioned, “Do you want me to perform a one-man show?”
Used to silence, Wei Wu Xian continued, “Alright fine, I’ll just keep talking then. I wanted to do this since just now. You…”
Before he finished his sentence, Lan Wang Ji abruptly wrapped a hand around his neck, violently pressing down Wei Wu Xian’s head to return the kiss deeply.
Carrying Wei Wu Xian on its back, Xiao Ping Guo was dazed to the point of stopping the munch on the apple in its mouth, still as a wooden donkey.
Xiao Ping Guo was carelessly left abandoned at his spot, the two tumbled into a shrubbery and Wei Wu Xian fiercely shoved Lan Wang Ji onto the grass patch.
The grass patch from after a rainy shower was still damp with water that began seeping into Lan Wang Ji’s white clothing but was quickly peeled off by Wei Wu Xian.
He softly said, “Don’t move.”
Wei Wu Xian’s neck and lips wore the fragrance of fresh grass. While Lan Wang Ji’s body carried a bland aroma of sandalwood. He knelt between Lan Wang Ji’s thighs and began placing light kisses on Lan Wang Ji’s forehead, making his way down.
Between his eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks, lips and lower jaw.
His adam’s apple, collar bone and heart.
Moving up and down, along the way, earnest as can be.
After reaching a sturdy hard abdomen, the kisses continued downwards, with his shoulder blades and fragmented breaths, he caressed and teased in this dangerous region and Lan Wang as if unable to endure any further, reached out to push his shoulder back. Wei Wu Xian caught his wrists in a grip, “Hey, I said don’t move, I’ll do it.”
He tugged of his hairband, tidying loose strands back into a neat do and lowered his head. Lan Wang Ji wore a disturbed expression, sensing that he was about to do something, he uttered in a low voice, “Don’t.”
Wei Wu Xian responded, “Doing it,” subsequently and gently taking Lan Wang Ji into his mouth.
Self-reminding to not let his teeth bite down onto Lan Wang Ji, he carefully sucked on the other doing his utmost to explore how far he can go until it reached his throat, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Lan Wang Ji immediately sensed his discomfort and being worried that he was forcing himself, he went to push him away, “Stop already.”
Wei Wu Xian shoved his hands away and gradually began swallowing and spitting.
Lan Wang Ji uttered, “You…”
Very quickly, he was rendered speechless.
The number of erotic picture books read by Wei Wu Xian since young when added up can easily fill up the restricted area of the Lan Clan’s library, coupled with his wits, he imitated as he has learnt, lips and tongue working in tandem to gingerly wait on the stiff within his cavity. Having the most sensitive part of the body be swallowed into a warm, moist crevice and tended to so effortfully, Lan Wang Ji felt an immense torture just plainly holding back from any frightening act of savagery on his part.
Wei Wu Xian could sense that his breathing was increasingly arduous and the grip on his shoulders tightened, he sped up and just as his neck and cheeks were beginning to numb, he finally felt a burst of hot liquid in his mouth.
The hot and viscous liquid with a heavy scent of musk abruptly hit the back of his throat, fiercely choking Wei Wu Xian and forcing the length out with a bout of coughing. Lan Wang Ji moved to pat his back and bewilderedly advised, “Spit it out, quick, spit it out.”
Wei Wu Xian covered his mouth and shook his head. A moment later he removed his hand and stuck a tongue out at Lan Wang Ji exclaiming with an opened mouth, “I’ve already swallowed it.”
His tongue was fresh red, his lips scarlet red and the corner of his mouth sported a speck of cum and many signs of a creeping smile. Lan Wang Ji looked at him, stunned and unable to utter a single word.
The most self-disciplined cultivator and a daily façade of coolness was shattered right here and now, his tear duct and tip of the brow were slightly peached, adding on to his beauty yet also making it seem as if he had just been brutally bullied. Seeing him in such a state, Wei Wu Xian was overwhelmed with fondness. He wrapped naked upper arms around his shoulders, kissed the corner of his lips, kissed an eyelid and coaxed, “Good boy, don’t be scared. When you have mine the next time, you should also perform this greatly, okay?”
With the corner of his mouth stained with Lan Wang Ji’s cum, the kiss had also left a similar stain on Lan Wang Ji, adding that to the blank expression he carried, he seemed exceptionally pitiful. Wei Wu Xian kissed him again and confessed, “Lan Zhan, I like you to death.”
Lan Wang Ji slowly looked towards him.
Disillusioned, Wei Wu Xian thought he saw a pair of slightly bloodshot eyes.
Wei Wu Xian had not managed to catch the hint of forceful suppression behind that gaze, a suppression that can’t be held back any longer, yet he believed that he wasn’t done with the teasing, he provoked, “We’ll keep at this from now on, sounds good?”
All of a sudden, Lan Wang Ji flipped and pounced, pressing him to the ground.
Their positions were reversed in an instant. As he felt Lan Wang Ji began to leave bites all over his body, Wei Wu Xian tried pushing his head away while chuckling, “There’s no need for you to be in a rush, I’ve said we could do this again next…”
He felt a sudden pain in his lower body, letting an “ah” escape, he frowned, “Lan Zhan, what did you put in me?”
He knew that it was a long finger, though he had asked without thinking, subconsciously bringing his thighs together while the foreign feeling in his lower body intensified. A second finger had buried into him.
Although Wei Wu Xian had in his life, read countless of erotic picture books, none of it were of the homosexual kind, since he had never swung that way before, he never had the curiosity to find out. As such, he inevitably believed that intimacy between men was just like that, kissing, hugging, using the mouth and hands, he never thought to further explore this topic. Currently, with Lan Wang Ji pressing him onto the ground, prodding him open little by little with his fingers, he had realized that that might not have been the case. In the midst of slight pain, there was also a sliver of shock and what he thought to be absurdity.
When the third digit was added, Wei Wu Xian’s creeping laughter had finally been forced down.
He was already feeling uncomfortably bloated with three fingers but even that was far from the actual width of what was previously in his mouth. He wavered, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, um, you, cool down for a minute, is this really okay, you’re sure you haven’t gotten it wrong? Here’s right? It feels a little un…”
However, Lan Wang Ji seems as if he had already lost the ability to listen to his words, roughly plugging up his mouth, his body dipped and entered.
Wei Wu Xian abruptly widened both eyes, bending both legs crooked.
Their bodies were tightly plastered together, like drums, their chests beat hard against the other and their breaths disorderly.
Lan Wang Ji spoke in a hoarse voice, “…Sorry… I couldn’t endure it anymore.”
Seeing as both his eyes were red and as if suffocating, Wei Wu Xian knew that he was the one who caused this, with clenched teeth, he comforted, “If you can’t endure it, then don’t… so what should I do now?”
A fish out of water himself, Wei Wu Xian was actually asking him? Lan Wang Ji tried, “…Relax.”
Wei Wu Xian murmured, “Right, relax, relax…”
He relaxed marginally but as Lan Wang Ji continued hi attempt at pushing further in, Wei Wu Xian’s abdominal and rump muscles instantly tensed up subconsciously.
Lan Wang Ji asked, “…Does it hurt a lot?”
As Wei Wu Xian hugged him, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he held back tears, “It hurts, this is my first time, of course it hurts.”
Finishing his sentence, he felt Lan Wang Ji hardened inside him.
The feeling of having his innards jabbed by a hard and foreign object was as one can imagine. Despite that, knowing that he was able to arouse Lan Wang Ji with a simple statement had Wei Wu Xian in chuckles.
As a man, he understood that Lan Wang Ji was extremely uncomfortable being stuck in the middle, yet he had still managed to hold himself back from forcefully shoving in. Wei Wu Xian’s heart softened and took the initiative to hook onto his neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear, “Lan Zhan, good Lan Zhan, Er-ge ge, I’ll let you know what you can do, kiss me quick, it won’t hurt once you’ve kissed me…”
Lan Wang Ji’s pale earlobes were dyed a scarlet red.
He spoke with difficulty, “…Don’t, don’t call me by that.”
Hearing him stammer, Wei Wu Xian laughed, “You don’t like that? I’ll change it then. Wang Ji-di di, Zhan-er, Han Guang, which one do you lik… ah, ah, ah, mn, mn!”
Lan Wang Ji chewed on his lips and fully dipped his lower body deep inside.
All of Wei Wu Xian’s screams were caught in the throat, shoulders tightly raised, brows knitted together, tears welled up, legs stiffened around his waist and through all that he hadn’t dared move his body. Sobering up, Lan Wang Ji took in a deep breath and said, “Sorry.”
Wei Wu Xian shook his head, forced a smile and said, “You said it before. Between us, we never have to use this word.”
Lan Wang Ji carefully kissed him, his movements slightly awkward. Wei Wu Xian sealed his eyes shut, opened his mouth for him to invade while curled tips of tongues tangled for a moment and in blurred vision, he caught a glimpse of the Wen Clan’s branding on Lan Wang Ji’s clavicle.
His hand dropped to cover the deep scar as his smile faded away and asked, “Lan Zhan, tell me, is this related to me too?”
After a moment of silence, Lan Wang Ji explained, “It’s nothing. I had too much to drink.”
After carrying a blood-washed Wei Wu Xian on the Nightless Day, a three years period of solitary detention was waiting for him upon his return. During his time spent locked up in reflection, came the news that karma has stricken and that the Yi Ling Patriarch had finally died with a vanished soul.
His solitude punishment had yet to reach an end, yet he dragged a body still unhealed, forcing his way out of the Cloud Recesses, he rushed to Yi Ling, only to wander in the mountainous wild for a number of days before finding nothing besides managing to rescue a fever-fainted Wen Yuan hiding in a tree hole. Not even a rod of bone, a piece of battered meat or a weakly soul could be found.
On his way back to Gusu Lan Sect, Lan Wang Ji bought a pot of Emperor’s Smile in Cai Yi Town.
The wine was very fragrant, very mellowed, and delivered a choking, spicy kick that burnt the throat as it went down, searing all the way to the eyes and heart.
He disliked the taste, but also developed a sort of understanding as to why that person liked it.
He drank the wine he drank and bore the wounds he bore.
After waking up from his drunken stupor, he was amnesic and, on his chest, surfaced the same branding scar carried by Wei Wu Xian that year in the Tu Lu’s Xuan Wu underground cave. The storage room carrying the Wen Clan’s war loot had been smashed open. And in every disciple’s pair of eyes held looks of panic and astonishment.
Lan Qi Ren looked to be extremely saddened and furious but, under the dissuasion of Lan Xi Chen, in the end, he had not reprimanded him. In the three years, regardless of verbal or physical punishments, it had already been enough.
He heaved a sigh and had not objected to Lan Wang Ji choosing to keep Wen Yuan as well.
Till today, the wound had already scabbed for thirteen years.
Lan Wang Ji began to thrust while Wei Wu Xian tightly shut his eyes, clenching his teeth, his breath labored, and he began to breathe in tandem with Lan Wang Ji’s rhythmic movements.
After getting used to the invasive foreign object, Wei Wu Xian inadvertently twisted his waist. A sudden wave of numbing pleasure in his lower body travelled up the spine and it spread across the whole body.
Wei Wu Xian had an instant revelation on how he could get a high from this position.
He slid his hands into Lan Wang Ji’s sweat drenched hair, straightening the forehead ribbon he chuckled and cleared his throat, “…Is it comfortable? The inside of me.”
Lan Wang Ji bit his lower lips and answered his question with a strong thrust.
Wei Wu Xian was fucked raw with sweat, his entire body was soaking wet and in heavy pants he spouted further nonsense, “Lan Zhan… you’re finished. The both of us haven’t even finished our wedding ritual, yet you’re doing this unmarried, do you know what this is called? Once your uncle finds out into the pig’s cage you’d go.”
Lan Wang Ji fiercely replied, “…I’ve been finished long ago”
As he reached a climax, Wei Wu Xian raised his head while feeling discomfort and pleasure simultaneously, revealing his defenseless throat and allowing Lan Wang Ji to place a bite on it.
The overbearing and intense pleasure took Wei Wu Xian’s senses away for an instant, in a state of disarray he only had one thought in his heart, “…I can’t believe this, god damn it, why didn’t fifteen-year-old me think to do this with Lan Zhan earlier. My life has been a waste.”
Lan Wang Ji was now industriously working to finish this business and held power where there weren’t words. Wei Wu Xian was left dazed for a while and after gathering his bearings, he began unceasingly whispering dirty talk into his ears, “Lan Er-gong zi, when did you begin liking me? If you’ve liked me since early on, why didn’t you do me earlier? Your clan’s Cloud Recesses has a rear mountain that’s a decent spot too, you should have taken advantage of when I was alone in the wild, tied and dragged me away, and like now, pressing me to the ground, having your way with me… ah… softer, this is my first time, be nicer to me…”
“Where was I? Let’s continue. You’ve got such strength, I definitely had no way of resisting, and if I screamed you could restrain my speech. Or that library of your clan doesn’t seem bad too, in a pile of scattered books and scrolls, we could’ve bought a few erotic picture books and mimicked it, we could do it in any position… Ge! Ge! Er-ge ge! Have mercy! Have mercy, leave me alive, okay, okay, okay, I won’t speak anymore, you’re good, you’re the best. I can’t take it, really can’t take it anymore, don’t be like this…”
Lan Wang Ji was obviously unable to stomach his provocation, in that ten to twenty strokes Wei Wu Xian felt as if his organs were stirred to a mess inside, leaving him good naturedly pleading for mercy. At that, Lan Wang Ji pressed harder instead. Wei Wu Xian was topped for almost an hour now, maintaining that same position, both his waist and bottom knocked numb and after the numbness came a searing pain and itch as if a thousand million ants were drilling into his bones.
Finally, sowing his own evil seeds, Wei Wu Xian was simultaneously kissing and crying, “Er-ge ge, do some good, spare my life, our days are many to come, let’s continue next time, can we postpone and relook this again? Have mercy on this inexperienced one for today. Formidable Han Guang-jun, Yi Ling Patriarch has lost, lost, completely defeated, to continue this battle another day!”
On Lan Wang Ji’s forehead, veins popped, he chewed crisply and furiously, “… If you really want to stop… you should… just stop talking…”
Wei Wu Xian argued, “But I was born with a mouth, so I should be using it to talk! Lan Zhan, back when I claimed I wanted to sleep with you every day, can you pretend you didn’t hear that?”
Lan Wang Ji uttered, “No I can’t.”
Wei Wu Xian’s said in a heart-broken voice, “How can you be like this. You’ve never refused me before.”
Lan Wang Ji gently smiled and said, “No I can’t.”
Seeing him wear such a smile, Wei Wu Xian’s eyes instantly brightened up again, feeling as if floating, he had lost all bearings.
However, in the next instant, Wei Wu Xian was unceremoniously and violently forced to tears by that same pure and gentle smile.
With both hands clawing the grassed earth, he hoarsely shouted, “Okay, four days, can we change it to doing it once every four days, if four days’ a no, three days is fine too!!”
In the end, Lan Wang Ji concluded in a powerfully resonating voice, “Every day means every day.”
Di di – The honorific for ‘younger brother’.
Pig’s cage – A way of corporal punishment in ancient China. It involves locking people in a cage, usually made of bamboo and throwing them into a large body of water such as lakes or rivers, thereby drowning them for their sins. It’s usually applied to adulterers, elopers and in this case, people who have sex before marriage.
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