Deep Development 1×3 (H)

Chapter 38

The sudden sound of the door opening did not affect the two individuals who were completely immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire.

As Mo Xijue fully opened the door, he immediately saw his youngest son, Mo Jian, naked and pressed against Wang Zihe’s body. Then, a gradually widening smile appeared on his always smiling face, imbued with an unfathomable sense of mystery.

“Did I interrupt you?” At this moment, Mo Xijue approached the side of the bed with a smiling expression.

Upon hearing his voice, the two individuals on the bed abruptly paused as if a pause button had been pressed. Their expressions were surprisingly synchronized as they widened their eyes and quickly turned their heads, looking at Mo Xijue with incredulity.

“No… Father… Please, let me explain…” Mo Jian, who quickly realized the situation, stammered in a daze for a moment. He hastily moved his arms, trying to withdraw from Wang Zihe’s body.

However, at that moment, Wang Zihe did something that shocked Mo Jian once again. As if completely ignoring Mo Xijue’s existence, he suddenly reached out, hooking his wrist around Mo Jian’s neck, and turned his face to look at Mo Xijue. Then, he revealed an ambiguous smile and said, “Don’t mind him, let’s continue.”

“Mmm… Listen to him, don’t mind me, continue.” Wang Zihe’s extremely unexpected behavior made Mo Xijue intrigued. He walked to the side of the visibly nervous Mo Jian, patted his face to offer reassurance, and smiled.

“Are you tired?” Wang Zihe looked at the still dazed Mo Jian and scolded with a frown.

“…” Mo Jian turned his head to look at Wang Zihe beneath him, unable to help but take a deep breath. Who could tell him what was going on?! This was like a bloody shura field. Not only was he caught by his father while having sex with a man, but now his father and the man demanded that they continue, as if it were a public performance?!

Wang Zihe’s attitude just now made Mo Jian infuriated. He had no way to vent his frustration to his father, but he had no scruples about confronting Wang Zihe… After all, Wang Zihe was his brother’s lover.

With these thoughts in mind, a mischievous glint flickered in Mo Jian’s slightly greenish amber eyes. He directly turned Wang Zihe’s body around, causing him to kneel on the bed, with his head facing Mo Xijue’s crotch.

Looking at the enraged Mo Jian and Mo Xijue, who still wore a faint smile, a sense of despair welled up within Wang Zihe for some unknown reason. His actions just now were merely a bluff.

Mo Jian forcefully pressed him down and raised his hips high, completely exposing his hole, and then he welcomed Mo Jian’s rapid thrusts that were like a fierce storm.

Wang Zihe furrowed his brow, panting and moaning, tightly gripping the sheets beneath him. Pleasure surged throughout his body from within, and he couldn’t help but tremble and shake.

However, this trembling was not solely due to the pleasure brought by the large meat stick, it stemmed more from the shame of being observed. He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and concealed himself… He didn’t want to see Mo Xijue, he was afraid to see Mo Xijue, afraid of his disdainful gaze. It was truly terrifying and despair-inducing.

He disguised himself as being immersed in desire.

Mo Xijue bent down, bringing his face close to Wang Zihe’s, and looked at his now flushed face due to desire, revealing a hint of a smile. Then, he extended his hand, lifting Wang Zihe’s chin, forcing him to lift his head.

“Open your eyes,” commanded Mo Xijue.

Feeling the warm and indescribably bittersweet scent sprayed onto his face, Wang Zihe trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

The tear-soaked crimson eyes stared back at him, the tears were held back but ready to flow. This tearful appearance had the power to evoke great sympathy and compassion from others, but the person facing him now was the heartless Mo Xijue.

To make matters worse, he had repeatedly employed the same tactics on Mo Xijue, so he was now completely immune to them. It was a major blunder and mistake on his part.

Mo Xijue was not like his two sons whom he could play this tender and affectionate game with.

He had seen it all too many times… Wang Zihe’s pitiful and innocent gaze only served to annoy him. Mo Xijue stared into Wang Zihe’s eyes, his amber eyes sharp like a sword, radiating a menacing and terrifying aura.

“If you dare to show this expression in front of me, I will gouge out your eyes,” Mo Xijue said with a deep voice, smiling as if stating something insignificant. His gentle voice was like dewdrops falling from leaves in spring, filled with a mild fragrance.

However, the more he acted this way, the more fearful Wang Zihe became. That deep-rooted, bone-chilling fear that emanated from within him spread throughout his body, causing tears to silently slide down his cheeks like a gentle spring rain, dampening the sheets.

He closed his eyes, trembling and unable to suppress a few extremely lascivious moans from escaping his lips. Whether it was due to Mo Jian’s thrusts from behind or Mo Xijue’s ruthless words in front, he couldn’t tell.

“Mmm… Ahh…”

Suddenly, Mo Jian thrust his hips hard, plunging his desire into the deepest depths of Wang Zihe’s intestines. The friction against the sensitive walls brought unparalleled pleasure, causing Wang Zihe to moan again.

Mo Xijue watched Mo Jian’s movements as he entered and exited Wang Zihe’s body, and the expressions on both their faces immersed in carnal desire. He found it all incredibly amusing. Then, he turned around and directly sat on a nearby chair, seemingly intending to continue observing.

Seeing Mo Xijue sitting not far away with a smile on his face, Mo Jian felt an extreme conflict in his heart. He kept hypnotizing himself, imagining that his father wasn’t actually watching, forcefully directing all his focus on the pleasure from thrusting into Wang Zihe.

Although the sex was intense, both Mo Jian and Wang Zihe, as actors, found it difficult to fully immerse themselves. They both wanted to end this extremely awkward activity as soon as possible.

However, it must be said that young people have vigorous stamina, especially someone like Mo Jian who regularly exercises. After changing positions several times and engaging in the act for nearly half an hour, he finally released himself inside Wang Zihe.

On hearing Mo Jian’s bestial-like growl as he ejaculated, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. This was probably the longest sex he had ever experienced in his life.

At the same time, it was the worst experience, without a doubt.

He wondered if he and Mo Jian were simply incompatible by nature. Every time he encountered him, nothing good ever happened… Thinking of this, Wang Zihe couldn’t help but mock himself in his heart.

Mo Jian felt the satisfaction and lingering afterglow of climax in his body. He slowly withdrew his substantial member, then watched the wanton hole from which the recently released white fluid continued to seep. A contented smile appeared on his face.

However, when he lifted his head and unintentionally made eye contact with his father, he felt a mix of embarrassment and shame. He couldn’t bear this atmosphere so he quickly picked up his scattered clothes from the floor, dressed himself in haste, and escaped from Wang Zihe’s room as if fleeing.

“Isn’t he cute?” Mo Xijue watched his youngest son run off and slowly approached Wang Zihe’s side. Then, he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to caress Wang Zihe’s still-flushed cheeks, which were immersed in the remnants of climax.

“Do you know? The moment you entered, I truly felt the urge to end my life!” Wang Zihe grabbed the hand that was still on his face, choking on his voice as he expressed his grievance.

“Heh, stop pretending. Someone like you would never commit suicide over such a trivial matter.” Upon hearing his half-hearted remark, Mo Xijue curled his lips into a cold smile.

“Thank you for the compliment.” After speaking, Wang Zihe suddenly revealed a gentle smile on his face. Then, he extended his tongue and delicately licked Mo Xijue’s fair and well-defined hand. The tender gesture resembled that of a weaned kitten, devoid of any hint of desire, only filled with deep affection and love…