Hua Hua You Long - Volume 1 - Chapter 2.2

(Chapter 2 Cont.) 
“What?!” Lu Cang jumped in shock. “You, you, you, that’s going too far...” Under panic and anger, he was already unable to muster anything intelligible.

“If you don’t take off the clothes, how can I give you the antidote? Just wait until your insides itch to the point of insanity, making you go around begging men to penetrate up your arse for relief!” Though the vulgar words he spoke did not match his refined beauty at all, Jing still held a completely relaxed, tranquil countenance..

Lu Cang stood dumbstruck, not knowing whether he should leave heroically or endure humiliation to obtain the antidote.

Sensing his hesitation, Jing stood up and walked over, then reached out and pulled Lu Cang into his arms. “Aiya, a true man doesn’t suffer an obvious loss([1]). Just bear with it for now. After you get the antidote, you can act like it didn’t happen([2]) or kill me in cold revenge. I’ll leave that up to you...” As his mouth spoke, his hands didn’t stop either. Wherever his hands passed, Lu Cang’s clothing fell piece by piece. Not long after, there was only an under robe left, with more than half his smooth, honey-like skin exposed to the air.

Being embraced by him at such a close proximity, Lu Cang’s eyes were overflowing with his unparalleled beauty (which just so happens to be the sort he’s absolutely defenceless against). The fragrance of the incense at his nose was a type he knew not of, but it was nonetheless intoxicating. Combined with the threat of the lascivious drug, Lu Cang was rendered absolutely powerless. The last piece of clothing, the innermost robe, fell. He was pressed down onto that luxurious and lecherous bed.

  As Jing’s scorching lips sucked at his chest, Lu Cang felt all notions of resistance melt into Jing’s body heat and soften, bubbling up to the surface and evaporating into thin air.  The place that was clearly useless with women stood up with a stroke of Jing’s hand, as if it was bewitched.

Amused by Lu Cang’s conflicting words and reaction, Jing cruelly strengthened his hold, rubbing and kneading even harder than before. Lu Cang felt an uncontrollable surge of hot blood to his head, and hurriedly clasped his hand over his mouth, afraid that he would let out a disgraceful scream. 

“Don’t cover your mouth!” Jing ordered oppressively, seizing Lu Cang’s hand and vehemently pressed it down. Then, he released his right hand that firmly gripped Lu Cang’s length, instead using his own length to slide roughly against Lu Cang. His empty hand reached wickedly inside Lu Cang’s from the back, vigorously pushing and pulling his fingers back and forth. Abruptly, his fingers stopped at that vital region on the inside and pressed down...

    Under such ruthless stimulation, Lu Cang lost all sense of embarrassment, screaming out helplessly, “Ah, ah, no, no!!!! Ah, there, ah, no, no- don’t, don’t! Spare me...I beg you spare me...no more, no more...”   Lu Cang was almost overwhelmed to the point of not being able to speak by the excitement. In the end, he could only plead loudly for mercy.

 Having grown up in the royal palace, such bedroom play was like ordinary fare to Jing. Of course he knew very well that Lu Cang’s so-called “no” was really the reaction to being overcome with sexual thrill. As for himself, hearing Lu Cang calling out so painfully only turned him on even more. He gave that vital region inside a nimble pinch. Sure enough, Lu Cang let out an irrepressible scream, gave a violent tremble that shook his entire body, then immediately released...

“This fast?” A devilish, taunting smile bloomed on Jing’s face as he intentionally refused to look at Lu Cang’s post-ejaculatory expression of agony and shame. Instead, he only minded to reach under Lu Cang’s body, lifting him up and flipping him around.

“What, what are you doing—” Completely powerless and vulnerable after climaxing, Lu Cang could only allow Jing to do what he wished. Constrained upon his stomach on the satin bed coverings, his position was pitiful and humiliating. “What are you doing—”

Jing pulled up on his waist, lifting his lower torso upwards. Lu Cang felt his lower body being seized once again, and shut his eyes in helpless fear—after going through last time, he already knew that though they were both men, there were also plenty of ways to be degraded...

But what followed was not the frightening agony like last time, but a sudden burst of freshness into his back side. Sent with that warm finger into his body was, much to Lu Cang’s own disbelief, a soft and soothing lubricant.

“Sshhh, don’t speak.” Fingers rotating gently inside his body, Jing seemed to be deciding whether or not the lubricant had already covered every corner of the inside.

Feeling the muscles under his fingers relax and fully open...Jing penetrated without warning. By the moist lubricant’s smoothness, he had reached the depth of the xxx([3])—swollen by last time’s savage invasion—within the next second.

“Ah—” Though it was already much more bearable compared to last time, Lu Cang was still unable to completely endure that thick, large xxx’s torture and cried out. His xxx immediately tensed, muscles contracting from the pain.

“What’re you doing! Stop squeezing!” Jing gave Lu Cang’s arse a few, hard slaps, almost unable to contain himself from the contractions inside his body. He angrily forced Lu Cang to relax the muscles inside.

“Hurts—” A deep, strained groan forced out from his throat. Lu Cang felt Jing begin to rock back and forth inside. The end of his intestines, unable to withstand the continuous striking of the hard length, also began to throe with vehemence.

Jing had already lost himself as he thrust violently into the body below him. As the imperial ruler, he had bedded countless people. Even the finest, most enticing men legendary for their experience and expert skill in bed had ended up in a huddle on his imperial bed. But Lu Cang was a martial artist, his exquisite muscles and insides untouched, something those other men, who’d been long since “broken in,” could not hope to compare with. Watching the strong, elegant back muscles contract every time he plunged in wildly, the grain-sized beads of sweat seeping through the honey-coloured skin of Lu Cang’s purely masculine body, the sensual odour of love-making steaming in the air...Jing was practically unable to control himself, enthrallment rising from the depth of his heart.

“You—you’re terrifying—” Jing, Lu Cang noticed, had an astounding endurance that put all other men to shame.  Reminded of the chagrin that he himself couldn’t last half as long as Jing in bed, Lu Cang couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that rose up from the pit of his stomach.

“Really—” Jing, who was panting in elation, suddenly sped up the rhythm of his thrusting. “It seems as if you still have energy left to speak—huh? Isn’t that right!”

“Ah—Ah—” Lu Cang was truly helpless against the intensity of his thrusting. The arm that was supporting his entire body trembled dangerously. His innards were turned and stirred to the point that his heart and lungs ached fully with agony. But Jing had his vital front in a deathly-tight grip, and was also brutally provoking one nipple with merciless methods. The cries that came out from Lu Cang’s throat were now close to being shrill screeches.  

“Let go!! Let go!!! I can’t take any more, I can’t take any more!!!!” Lu Cang’s arm couldn’t withstand Jing’s full-on attack; his entire person finally collapsed helplessly onto the bed, tears flowing uncontrollably to fall on the satin bed sheets. But Jing still refused to let go, continuing to thrust back and forth into the man who had crumpled onto the bed. The torture seemed to stretch on to eternity...

After who knew how long, at the precise moment that Lu Cang thought himself about to die, Jing abruptly let out a low cry. A powerful flow of hot fluid gushed out, immediately flooding the entirety of Lu Cang’s inside.

Lu Cang hadn’t even the strength left to scream; he could only allow the disgraceful heat to rush around freely, crimping his insides as if seeking to inundate his whole body.

“Hngh...” After tossing about like this three times in a row, Jing was finally reduced to exhaustion as well.    

The two lay haphazardly on the bed, feeble and drained. Jing’s snow-pale body and Lu Cang’s long, trim, honey-complexioned, limbs were entangled, the satin bed sheets also knotted and coiled in a mess. The whole room was filled with a pungent salaciousness that couldn’t be waved away.

“I haven’t asked for your name yet...” It was still Jing who recovered first, propping himself up and peering down at Lu Cang, who was powerlessly languished on the bed.

“Lu...Cang...” The sound of his voice was gentle as a sigh. But at the moment Lu Cang opened his mouth, Jing engaged his lips and tongue. After an impassioned tangling of lips and teeth, Jing concentrated his gaze upon Lu Cang’s pair of misted eyes. “Call me Jing.”

“Jing—” Lu Cang struggled to open his eyes, but found that he had already left the bed, and was swiftly dressing himself.

Lu Cang was abruptly awoken from his trance, and rushed in, “Ah, the antidote—you didn’t give me the antidote yet!” Fear made him jump up from the bed, glaring at the male beauty who, once again, succeeded in humiliating him.

“Antidote? Didn’t I already give you the antidote?” Jing only minded to put on his robes— finely-detailed embroidery on white.

Lu Cang was in no mood to admire his beautiful clothes. He dragged himself off the bed, not even caring when the white satin bed sheet slid off his body. “You –you! Don’t joke around! When did you give me—” He wanted to approach Jing, but his two pulp-like legs could no longer support him and gave in against his will. He fell to sit on the ground.

Jing smiled mildly, and reached his hand into the place that was in contact with himself for half the night, gave a forcible dig, withdrew his hand covered with sticky body fluid, then waved it in front of Lu Cang’s face for him to see. “Isn’t this the antidote? What? You still think it’s not enough? I already gave you this much...”

“What...what kind of antidote is this?!” Staring unbelievably at the fluid on Jing’s fingers, Lu Cang’s eyes widened as if he were fighting for his life. “You...you...” So enraged he was no longer able to speak, he propped himself up against his body’s protests, wanting to coerce himself into standing up.

    “You don’t believe me? Then, fine,”—Jing reached into the front of his robe and retrieved another green pill, just as the one last time, and threw it in front of Lu Cang—“This was secretly made within the royal palace; it’s really quite precious. But, never mind that, I’ll give you one. Go try it on a dog or something and you’ll know.”

“On the fifteenth of next month, come wait for me here again,” he said coldly as he tightened the last belt.

Lu Cang literally could not believe his ears. “What did you say? Wasn’t this curable by just this one time?”

Looking back pitifully at Lu Cang as if gazing at someone ignorant, Jing said, “How could that be? Didn’t I tell you this drug is precious?”

“But...but...” Lu Cang was so panicked he couldn’t speak clearly. “I live in Hangzhou! You expect me to spend ten days every month to travel to Tong’an from Hangzhou, and then spend another ten days from Tong’an back?! Just for...just for...to come to the capital for you to...for you to...”

“For me to fuck,”—Jing gave a frigid smile, his countenance unchanged— “That’s your problem. But it’s your choice.” Wiping his dirtied fingers on Lu Cang’s face, he gave a great leap and disappeared outside the window......

 Lu Cang was left sapped and on the verge of tears, clutching the pill helplessly, pitifully collapsed on the floor by the bed. All that remained were those words that humiliated him beyond thought, swirling inside his head:

Go try it on a dog or something...

Come on the fifteenth of every month for me to...

Good heavens!!!!

[1] A true man doesn’t suffer an obvious loss (好汉不吃眼前亏)- frequently-used Chinese phrase, meaning “don’t be so stubborn that you suffer a loss right in front of your eyes.”

[2]Act like it didn’t happen- the literal translation of what he said here (摆豆腐架子) is “build yourself a tofu frame,” which basically means to put on a false act. In Chinese, we often use “tofu” to describe anything that’s fragile or vulnerable, so he’s saying “to put on a vulnerable act” because it’ll be...well, untrue. Quite coincidentally, 豆腐架子 can also mean tofu shelf, which is used for the professional making of tofu...

[3] Xxx- no this is not my censorship. It’s in the original text. Most hardcore Chinese authors chose to use this. It has more than one meaning (obviously, a number of things…), but you should be able to guess from the context. xD that’s all I will say….