Hua Hua You Long - Volume 1 - Chapter 4.2

“Ah, Brother Wu, this guest is a scoundrel. He won’t leave no matter what...”
The man she called Brother Wu frowned at this and, with a wave of his hand, ordered the men behind him, “Drag them out!”
But how could Lu Cang oblige? His sword left its sheath as he was quickly absorbed in a battle with the guards. Sabres came and swords went, and for a moment, it was difficult to tell who had the upper hand.
Just as they were entangled in the fight, a loud command boomed from the direction of the door, “Halt!!”
A man in white entered the great hall flanked by two great rows of fair young men. The guard dressed like he was in charge, the one who had cried “Halt!”, also rushed after that white-robed man.
Captain Wu and the fighting troops all hastily put away their weapons and retreated to one side...
“Respectful greetings to Young Master Jing—” Everyone in the hall sank to their knees. Lu Cang jumped in fear at that word, and hastily cast his eyes towards that man.
Oh, good heavens...
The moment his gaze met that pair of familiar, beautiful eyes, Lu Cang suddenly heard a thrumming buzz break loose in his head. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
That young man with an aura of nobility all around him...and who but the root of all his misfortunes for these past two months? Jing.
Jing had also discovered Lu Cang. A devious smile climbed upon the corners of his mouth. “...Is that really you, Brother[1] Cang?”
Lu Cang felt an icy shiver pass through his body. And yet he couldn’t say a word...
Cao Xin scooted over from beside him. “Big Brother, do you know him?”
“Ah...ah...you could say that...” Sensing Jing walking this way, Lu Cang involuntarily stepped backwards, but was blocked by the chair behind him. Jing gave him a careless shove, and just like that he fell to sit.
“Ah, so this guest is Young Master Jing’s friend? Aiya, why didn’t say so earlier...”The procuress put on her professionally charming smile as she walked over. “Actually, when I saw you earlier, I was sure you weren’t just a layman, which is why I had our best Yue Wei wait on you...”
Lu Cang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at her dramatic change in attitude, but under the Jing’s piercingly cold scrutiny, he was unable to speak a single sentence.
Cao Xin was born a natural idiot when it comes to reading the atmosphere, and kept adding oil to the fire on the side. “Big Brother, when did you get to know such an exciting character! Quickly introduce him to me...”
Silently cursing Cao Xin’s foolishness, Lu Cang stammered, “This...this is a man I met in the capital...” He abruptly remembered that he didn’t know Jing’s surname altogether. He tossed a “rescue me” look at Jing.
Jing’s smile was still as dazzling as ever. “My humble surname is Yuan[2]...”
“Young Master Yuan, it’s a pleasure!” Cao Xin hurriedly folded his fists[3] in formal greeting. Jing nodded back, then turned to the procuress, “What happened to this brother of mine? How did he get in a fight with Captain Wu and the guards?”
The procuress was also sweating from nervousness. She really couldn’t afford offending one of Jing’s friends. “It was a misunderstanding, misunderstanding...Young Master Jing was coming, so we were clearing out the house. This young master absolutely refused to leave, so he clashed with Captain Wu...I really didn’t know he was Young Master Jing’s friend.”
“Oh? So Brother Cang is here for the prostitutes?” Jing didn’t anger, but smiled instead. In Lu Cang’s eyes, that smile was scarier than a blade at the throat.
“Ah...ah...” Lu Cang truly did not know how to respond, so he could only buy some time with nonsense.
“Big Brother, it’s really cool in here, why are you sweating?” Cao Xin asked another imprudent question. Lu Cang hadn’t even the energy left to curse him.
He had already suffered through Jing’s terrifying punishments more than once. He, who wasn’t afraid of heaven or hell, felt fear for the first time when Jing coerced him to do an oral.
Jing laughed upon hearing Cao Xin’s words, then turned his head towards the line of servants behind. “Young Master Jing is my friend. All of you go wait outside!”
Seeing that Captain Wu and the guards all left, he then turned to the procuress. “Just leave the twelve Celestial Flowers to wait on us. You can go out and rest, too.”
The procuress left and the twelve Celestial Flowers circle around, forming a row and greeted together, “Young Master Jing, a thousand blessings!”
“Rise!” Jing gave a frank wave of the hand, then conveniently pulled Yue Wei into his arms. “Xiao Wei, did you get a bit prettier?”
“Young Master Jing is exaggerating...” Yue Wei was as gentle as autumn water[4] as she leaned into Jing’s arms.
Jing then pretended to have unintentionally pulled Lu Cang to sit on the chair beside him, and said to the rest of the Celestial Flowers, “Sit, beauties!”
He carelessly proceeded to point at two girls. “You two wait on Young Master Lu’s friend.”
Glued onto by two beauties and diverted by a few warm, delicate words, Cao Xin felt as though his bones had gone soft. How could he have noticed that Lu Cang, grabbed on tightly by Jing, wore an unusual countenance?
Lu Cang, seeing Yue Wei smiled as radiantly as the spring winds in Jing’s arms, tasted a feeling he couldn’t put a name to. Just as thought. With his looks, he’s also really popular among women...
So why does he always come to bother me?!
Lu Cang was deeply buried in a thousand, ten thousand strands of thought when he suddenly felt a hand lift up the bottom portion of his robe and climb up his thigh.
He glowered furiously at Jing, but Jing had a relaxed expression on his face, holding Yue Wei as the two of them took their time talking and laughing. No one could see his right hand’s little movements below the table.
That nimble hand leapt past the edge of his waist, speedily sliding down to Lu Cang’s sensitive area. Lu Cang instantaneously flushed red as he hurriedly attempted to grab his wildly moving hand.
But Jing wasn’t willing to let him off the hook so easily. Turning around with an expression of poised tranquillity, he seemed remarkably calm and collected. “Brother Cang, how come your spirits are so high today that you remembered to visit Tonghua House?”
Lu Cang was concentrating on holding down Jing’s obscene yet incomparably strong hand. Being questioned out of the blue, he couldn’t help but pause to think, and just when he was about to speak, Cao Xin took over for him instead. “It’s because I came to visit Big Brother today and wanted him to take me here for an eye-opener.”
Upon hearing this, Lu Cang panicked. If Jing directed all his anger onto Cao Xin, then he, Lu Cang, would have committed a truly wicked sin. “No, no, it’s me who wanted to come. It has nothing to do with Third Brother...” he rushed. He threw an agitated glance towards Jing, but was just in time to clash with Jing gazing back.  His heart immediately froze. Jing’s eyes were a lake of calm. It was completely impossible to recognise any wavering of internal emotions. But this was the very expression Lu Cang was most afraid of. 
“You and your Third Brother are pretty close, huh? You even visit the brothel together—you sure know how to enjoy life, huh?” Jing’s tone was light. Lu Cang felt his hairs along his spine stand on end.
On the other hand, Cao Xin was still completely oblivious, and answered, “That’s right, that’s right. My Big Brother and I are the closest. Back at the mountain...ahem, Hangzhou, the two of us always go visit the brothel in the city together.”
Lu Cang swore in his head at Cao Xin’s inability to read Fengshui[5], but he could do nothing but watch as Jing’s face darkened like storm clouds.
All of a sudden, Jing pulled out the hand placed in Lu Cang’s trousers and got to his feet. “It’s already pretty late. How could we waste a fine spring evening? Yu Rong, You Lan, and you, you...” He randomly picked four Celestial Flowers. “The few of you take good care of Young Master Cao tonight...”
Lu Cang clearly saw Jing toss Yu Rong a meaningful look as he spoke, while Yu Rong smiled and nodded in return. He instantly understood that Jing was going to punish Cao Xin. But when he opened his mouth to speak, that idiot Cao Xin was already jittery with excitement beside them, and began to utter words of thanks. “...Ah...ah...I am a modest, plain man. I can’t afford this many beauties...Young Master Yuan is too kind...”
Jing seemed to betray slight impatience, but still managed, “How could I not treat Brother Cang’s friend well? Yu Rong, quickly take Young Master Cao to the first-class guest rooms in the back.”
“Yes.” Yu Rong bowed respectfully, then approached Cao Xin with a delicate and lovely smile. “Young Master Cao, Young Master Jing means well. How could you refuse him? Come, quickly follow me to find pleasure. Don’t delay Young Master Jing and Young Master Lu’s good time...”
“What......” Lu Cang’s cheeks instantly swelled bright crimson. Just as he was about to stand up, Jing pressed him back down.
“Ah, sorry, sorry, I misspoke. I meant Young Master Jing, Young Master Lu, and my sisters’ good time.” Yu Rong hastily corrected herself, though she secretly wondered at Lu Cang’s overreaction.
Cao Xin having finally been dragged away, only Jing, Lu Cang, and the rest of the Celestial Flowers dressed like goddesses of Yao Chi[6] were left in the grand hall.
Lu Cang found himself unable to bear this tense atmosphere. After waiting for a long while and observing that Jing had no intention to speak, he cautiously and shakily stood up. “I...I’m...leaving first...”
“Sit down!!!” Jing broke out threateningly, shoving him back down on the chair.
“Cui Juan, go clean up the Hua Yue Suite. I’m sleeping there tonight. And the lot of you, go with her.” Choosing three, four girls, Jing watched them go upstairs obediently. Then, with an abrupt, powerful lift, he picked up the Lu Cang who was sitting dumbfounded with a mien devoid of all colour.
“What’re you doing...No! No!” Lu Cang yelled. His legs were held in a tight bind, so all he could do was beat on Jing’s back with his fists.
“Who would’ve thought that Young Master Jing had this type of fetish...” Yue Wei covered her mouth in soft laughter behind the two as she curiously stared at Lu Cang nonstop.
Being humiliated to this extent by Jing in front of the girl he liked, Lu Cang was furious and embarrassed at the same time. At this moment, his eyes came to focus on the dagger at Jing’s waist. A lungful of turbid air rose straight to his head; he could no longer suppress it no matter what. He reached out with one hand and pulled out the dagger.

“Young Master Jing, be careful!” Yue Wei exclaimed.
Hearing her scream, Jing swiftly went to grab Lu Cang’s hand. But Lu Cang’s attack was lightning speed. Though Jing managed to avoid getting injured in his vital areas, the dagger still sliced past his arm. Fresh blood immediately gushed out.
“Don’t come over.” Lu Cang leapt backwards. As he watched the incensed Jing approaching menacingly, the fear that had been wholly absent before suddenly shot up. In the spur of the moment, he flipped over the dagger and placed it against his own neck, cold despair seeping through his voice as he warned, “Don’t come over. If you come over, I’ll cut my own jugular!”
They glared, eyes battling as if it were a cockfight[7]. Lu Cang stumbled backward towards the door, then somersaulted onto the roof beam.
“I’d like to see where you can run.” Jing, with a hand over his bleeding left arm, seized the long sword on the table and flew out the door in an enraged chase.
Lu Cang’s head was a blank sheet of white. He only knew he flew and leapt with all the qi he could muster, though his ear unmistakably detected the sound of Jing’s pursuing robes cutting through the air. He had no other choice, and could only run for his life.
What could he do when his abilities were inferior?
After two li[8] of chase, Lu Cang was finally caught by Jing.
After only a few moves, Lu Cang was robbed of his dagger, his person pressed to the ground, rendered immovable.
“Ever since I was little, there seriously hasn’t been anyone courage enough to hurt me. You really have some fucking nerve!” Jing snarled dangerously as he kneaded Lu Cang’s cheeks between his fingers, grinding his teeth as he did so.
“Kill me, just kill me—don’t torture me anymore...” Lu Cang let out his shouts, unable to stand this kind of mental humiliation.
Jing ignored him. “Dream on! You hurt me, and want to die just like that? There isn’t anything that simple in this world!”
Feeling Jing beginning to rip open the clothes on his body, Lu Cang began to scream uncontrollably. “Stop!! Stop!! You psycho!! Freak!! Go die—go die—fuck you—!!”
He used up just about all the profanity that he knew, but couldn’t halt Jing’s insanity. It was only a brief moment before he was naked on the dirt ground, only able to discern the brilliant moon and the magnificent expanse of stars before him as he was trapped underneath Jing.
Lu Cang continued to scream curses. Jing pinned his wrists down in a death grip, and, completely without foreplay or lubrication, forcefully pushed himself inch by inch into Lu Cang’s body just like that.
Lu Cang was in so much pain his soul nearly diffused. In the beginning, he continued to swear angrily in a quivering voice, but with Jing’s continuous penetration, he couldn’t even muster a single sound anymore. There was only his hoarse, crude panting left in the air, sweat dripping down his forehead like flowing water.  
Jing allowed himself to be controlled solely by rage, and wholly disregarded Lu Cang’s twisted expression of agony. He continued to thrust vehemently, pursuing the climax that had become even more alluring with the intensive emotions.
Lu Cang’s back side had completely ripped apart, the raw blood rolling along his thigh onto the ground. But Jing was still unwilling to let him go. Again and again he thrust, attempting to pierce into the deepest part of Lu Cang’s body that not even he had touched before.
During the process of this terrifying love-making, Lu Cang repeatedly cycled through the process of fainting from pain then being reawakened by sheer agony. When Jing finally escalated to climax and released his passion inside Lu Cang’s body, Lu Cang was already in a completely confused state of mind.
“Just see if you dare play with women behind my back next time...” Jing threw down his cruel words, violently pulling himself out from Lu Cang’s body.
Crimson blood immediately gushed out like a spring. Jing proceeded to take off his outer robe, and with a lift, picked up Lu Cang, who was limply lying on the ground like a pile of mud, into a bridal carry.
Watching Jing return with a Lu Cang who was paler than a corpse, the small group of prostitutes prudently gave way.
“Come with me to the Hua Yue Suite.” Jing bore an aura of murder, a countenance that these women had never witnessed before. The girls all wore frightened faces, and could only carefully follow.
The Hua Yue Suite was the most stunning and luxurious room in Tonghua House, only available when Jing or Tongxin came. This sublime room richly adorned with brocaded satin and furniture made from thousand-year agarwood[9] of the East Sea, with the entrance of Jing and the eight beauties, grew crowded.
“Stand to the side and wait on us.” Jing pointed to the carpet by the bed. The girls’, seeing his unpleasant expression, all timorously knelt down on the carpet surrounding the bed.
Jing didn’t bother with their scared faces either. He only cared to throw the Lu Cang in his arms into the centre of the large bed.
The outer robe covering Lu Cang’s body slid away to reveal the scrapes, bite marks, kiss marks, and bruises that on the body inside. Though separated by a light blue, diaphanous veil, that chest and abdomen covered with the deep marks of intercourse still made these girls, who spent long years battling in the realm of lovemaking, suck in a breathe of cold air.
“Give me your belt.” Jing reached out his hand towards a girl in pink. The girl hastily took off her belt and handed it to him. Jing agilely tied Lu Cang’s hands behind his back, finishing with a dead knot.
Lu Cang finally slowly opened his eyes. His blurry vision met with the blackened image of the girls kneeling by the bed. Though he already suspected Jing was capable of committing any monsstrosity, he nevertheless gave a frightened jump at the scene before his eyes.
“You...you’re going to...in front of them...” Lu Cang barely had the strength left to speak, just being able to squeeze out the voice in his throat. His hair, long since pulled apart, was a chaotic, black waterfall, spreading itself all around on the pink satin sheets, making his pale face appear as if it contained a few strokes of eroticism.
“That’s right. I’m going to let them see what kind of a wretch you are, and make you too scared to go see another prostitute for the rest of your life.” Jing smiled icily, “And in passing, I’ll also call in your brother over with them to watch your beautiful performance in my bed.”
“You...You dare—if you do that, I’ll definitely...instantly bite my tongue off[10] in suicide—” Lu Cang’s trembling voice, the tears that uncontrollably welled up in his eyes, all gave proof to his earnestness in fulfilling his oath if Jing really did what he said he would.
Jing curled his lips and smiled: he wasn’t tired of this toy at all yet, so he didn’t plan on ending it just like this. He was only scaring Lu Cang a bit, and had no true intention of letting that Cao Xin see Lu Cang’s body, something he viewed as his own private property.
Jing forced open Lu Cang’s two legs until it reached such an angle it could no longer be turned. That feebly dangling secretive area was fully exposed under the swaying light.
The kneeling girls were too scared to take a full breathe. They’ve never seen such a horrifying Jing before. A few timid ones were already so nervous they wouldn’t even raise their heads.
Jing seized Lu Cang’s spiritless rod, then squeezed without warning. Lu Cang instantly let out a hair-raising cry. He could only feel sharp nails deeply digging into the softest part of his body, though his chaotic senses still detected Jing’s cold, light, and aristocratic voice uttering, “You—belong to me!!!”
From the box that Cui Juan held up beside the bed, Jing pulled out a roughly two fen[11] wide needle, and just like that pierced it into the narrow opening at the tip of Lu Cang’s rod.
Lu Cang instantaneously howled, his voice bloodcurdling, making those who heard want to cover their ears. But Jing, who had a heart of steel, still pushed the weapon all the way in. Lu Cang’s body rolled and struggled on the bed defencelessly, obviously already pained to extremes.
“Take your time to enjoy. I’ll let you have a taste of the consequences of angering me.” As Jing lightly pinched Lu Cang’s penetrated front, he once again entered him coercively through the back.
The back entrance had already been worn away to the point of numbness, but in coordination with the agony that tore apart his entire consciousness, Lu Cang’s whole person trembled wildly with Jing’s every thrust as sweat soaked through the satin sheets beneath his body. And coupled with the humiliation of having bystanders watching, he had never so yearned after the benevolence of death any other moment in his life.
The prostitutes, despite being widely-experienced in this field, were all stunned and petrified to the point of fainting as they listened to the scene before them—not one had the courage to lift her head to look at Lu Cang’s expression, which was so twisted by pain it was more blood-chilling than a ghost’s.
The following four hours were a hell that the powerless Lu Cang could never erase in his memory for the remainder of his lifetime. Jing used almost all of Tonghua House’s sex toys on him, torturing him again and again. Throughout the whole process, he lost consciousness countless times. The bed was stained with his blood and the two’s bodily fluids, and so was his entire body.
However, even the darkest night had a moment of passing...
When Lu Cang gradually awoke on that extravagantly large bed, the Celestial Flowers had already left. Jing sat by his side, silently gazing down at him. Lu Cang was unable to move his body a single inch; he could only move the muscles on his face a little.
He clearly heard Jing’s horrifying declaration at his ear—a declaration enough to destroy his entire future:
“I want you—you have to stay in the capital by my side until I’m tired of you! Or else I’ll flatten Mt. Lu Cang, not leaving behind a single blade of grass!”
A helpless teardrop rolled down Lu Cang’s cheek—
His future was undoubtedly fated to be ruined in the hands of this man.

[1] Brother Cang- once again, you can call your good friends “brother.” In this case, he calls Lu Cang “little brother” (弟) because Lu Cang’s younger than him.
[2] My surname is Yuan- In English, it seems as if Jing’s telling this to Lu Cang (because Lu Cang didn’t know his surname), but Jing’s actually introducing himself to Cao Xin (to cover up for Lu Cang). Traditional formalities require you to introduce yourself by surname. It’s your choice whether or not to tell someone your full name, since in Chinese we usually use a title (like “Miss,” “Sir,” “Young Man,” “Uncle,” “Young Master”, “Master,” “Little Brother,” all depending on the appearance of the person your addressing and their age in relation to your own) to address cordial acquaintances. You could probably know someone for quite some time not knowing their full name back in the old days...
[3] Folded his fists- back in ancient China, the way people greeted each other by etiquette is by clenching one hand into a fist and folding/clenching the other hand on top of the fist at chest-height. In Chinese, the term is “抱拳” (literally hug fist) because it looks like you’re hugging one hand with the other. Also, I’m pretty sure that traditional etiquette requires the right hand to form the fist and the left hand to go on top. People greet each other this way when you’re of equal social status or acknowledge each other as equals. If you’re greeting someone above you or you venerate, it’s probably prudent to do a bow plus a fist folding, which is the thing you see on television when all the old men with their long sleeves put their sleeves together and bow (basically, the fist folding is the stuff going on in the sleeves...).
[4] Autumn water (秋水)- it has a double meaning. The literal meaning is autumn water, but it also refers to the translucent eyes of woman.
[5] Fengshui (风水)- Literal meaning is “wind and water.” There’s a lot of misconception for Westerners concerning what Fengshui actually is. Fengshui is, quite simply, the strategic placement of an edifice or the strategic design/placement of furniture in a house to fit Chinese superstitious beliefs (for instance, to avoid bad luck or, even better, for good luck. They have Fengshui experts who come and read the land for them, etc.). For instance, a common reference you see on television is when some rich guy, probably the emperor, wants to built a new palace or something and the Fengshui masters will be like “oh, you should build it here, because the dragon’s vein is right here!” God knows how they could tell xDDD. Anyway, the metaphor here should be pretty clear now.  Lu Cang is pretty much saying Cao Xin can’t read the atmosphere.
[6] Yao Chi (瑶池)- The residence of the Jade Emperor’s wife, the Imperial Mother (the empress of all empresses and the mother of all mothers...). It’s said to be on the top of Mt. Kunlun. However, the author’s not saying the girls are like the Empress. The Empress has a lot of different minor goddesses and servants with her who are all supposed to be heavenly and beautiful. The author is comparing the girls to them.
[7] Cockfight- if you don’t know what this is...it’s a historically widespread type of entertainment (all over the world). They have two roosters fight each other (TO THE DEATH) and a bunch of people bet on the roosters.
[8] Li (里)- 1 li= ½ km.
[9] Agarwood- a type of heartwood (wood naturally resistant to decay) from central Asia which gives off a lasting aroma.
[10] Bite my tongue off- the Ancient Chinese believed you can commit suicide by biting off your own tongue.
[11] Fen (分)- 1 fen=1/3 cm