The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 142: Master, This is Torture

It turned out that just as Mo Ran turned his head, Chu Wanning's mind flashed like lightning, and he managed to turn around at the last moment. With his arms crossed against the wall, he presented a firm and solid back to Mo Ran.

This way, Mo Ran wouldn't see his front. Chu Wanning felt that he was truly clever.

This idiot didn't realize that what he had exposed to Mo Ran was his concave, seductive waistline, his plump and firm buttocks, and his long, strong legs... He was like a skinned rabbit roasted on a fire, golden brown and crispy, just waiting for someone to say, "Enjoy, thank you very much."

Mo Ran felt his throat dry up, and blood seemed to seep into his eyes. After enduring for a while, he finally asked, "Master, what are you doing?"

What am I doing?

Hmm... This position is indeed rather odd. How can I get past this without raising suspicion...

Chu Wanning turned half of his face, his expression cold and stern, only making things more obvious.

Mo Ran had already put down his clothes and was walking towards him. Perhaps it was because of the backlighting, but Chu Wanning found Mo Ran's expression chilling. It was like a hungry wolf in the jungle, seeing a tender piece of meat hanging from a trap. The wolf hesitated, its hunger battling with its rationality. The conflict spread from its body to its eyes, and Mo Ran's black eyes shone brightly, emitting an eerie glow.

Finally, Chu Wanning sensed something was off. Two words were drawn on the bowstring, his tone sharp, piercing through the eerie silence.

"Backscratching."

"Um?" Mo Ran's moist voice lingered in his throat, tinged with a slight nasal tone, making it sound seductively alluring. "What?"

It was indeed an excuse that Chu Wanning came up with in a fit of desperation, but now that his words had already left his lips, he found it difficult to take them back. Thus, he tried to maintain his composure and said in a calm, cold voice, "Since you're here, why not give me a backrub before you leave?"

Mo Ran: "..."

"Amidst these busy days, I've been covered in sweat, feeling rather uneasy," Chu Wanning tried his utmost to appear casual and unperturbed. "A thorough cleansing is always refreshing."

He was unsure if he had deceived Mo Ran with his lie, or if it had sounded convincing enough.

But in the end, Mo Ran still listened to him and obediently fetched a towel, soaked it in warm water, and began to scrub Chu Wanning's back.

As wise as Yuheng usually was, this was truly the most foolish thing he had ever done.

What was the most torturous thing in this world?

It was having the person you loved standing right behind you, separated only by a rough towel, their broad hands kneading every inch of your body, leaving trails of fiery red marks wherever they touched, like sails brushing against spring waters. Though Mo Ran had softened his grip, it was still forceful, and Chu Wanning's skin had never been touched like this before. Every muscle quivered, and he had to tense his body to barely maintain composure, hiding any signs of his unease from the person behind him.

His forehead was pressed against the wall, out of Mo Ran's sight, his lips clamped tightly together. The corners of his phoenix eyes flushed with a blush, desire burning fiercely, hot and hard like dew on a branch, already slightly moist...

He was still an inexperienced youth, yet how could he endure such stimulation before the one he loved deeply while pretending to be aloof?

If one were to ask Mo Ran what the most torturous thing in the world was, the answer would likely be vastly different. He might say it was having that person stand naked before you, hands against the wall, shoulders relaxed, completely unaware of themselves as they openly entrusted everything to you. Allowing you, with your filthy and impure thoughts, to rub your blazing hot hands over their entire body through the obstructive towel.

Of course, he knew he was supposed to be scrubbing his Master's back. But with just a bit of pressure, the person's skin would flush red, revealing a tantalizing, submissive allure, as if being subjected to humiliation and torment.

His hand brushed over his shoulder blades, lingering sensuously along his waist. Unconsciously, his grip grew tighter. He felt the person beneath him tremble slightly, but he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination. Gazing at that smooth, pale curve, he restrained himself until his eyes reddened from the effort, barely stopping himself from dropping the bath towel and reaching out to grasp that flesh, leaving five captivating, soul-stealing marks.

He had long tasted the intoxicating bliss of this person, so how could he suppress his desires and maintain the facade of a gentleman in front of them?

Both of them endured their torment for a while longer, but continuing would likely ignite a fire between them.

Chu Wanning could no longer contain himself and croaked, "Alright, you can leave now. I can manage the rest on my own."

Mo Ran almost exhaled in relief, beads of sweat already dotting his forehead.

He said in a deep voice, "Yes... Master..."

The curtain of the door fluttered open and then fell shut as Mo Ran left.

It took Chu Wanning a long while to regain his composure. He remained leaning against the wall with his forehead pressed against it. His ears were flushed red, just like the marks on his back from Mo Ran's touch. It was unknown if Mo Ran had noticed them or not.

"..."

He slightly opened his phoenix eyes, seemingly biting his lower lip in humiliation. After much hesitation, he finally reached out and grasped his aching desire that was beyond tolerable.

Originally, he had rushed back to take a cold shower to suppress this filthy emotion.

Unexpectedly, fate had other plans. Under a series of coincidences, Mo Ran had pushed him into even deeper waves of desire. Chu Wanning, who had always relied on his Mind-Clearing Technique to resist his humanity, finally succumbed on this day. In the most ordinary and embarrassing manner of an ordinary person, he relieved the overwhelming love and lust that threatened to overflow within him.

His lips were slightly parted, and his phoenix eyes half-closed, revealing a pitiful yet aggrieved expression.

He leaned against the cold wall, his forehead burning hot in contrast. His exquisite shoulders sagged, his Adam's apple bobbing as he suppressed low, guttural gasps and sobs.

So wicked, yet so captivating.

Like a pure white peacock butterfly trapped in a spider's web, fluttering its wings helplessly amidst an intimate embrace, unable to escape—never, never, never again.

He had ultimately been tainted.

Contaminated to the core, in such a pitiful, heart-rending way that aroused both pity and desire, fostering addiction in others.

In the end, Chu Wanning struck the wall with almost furious vehemence. He was so fierce, so enraged, so unwilling to accept this, that his exertion was immense, causing his knuckles to split and bleed.

"Damn it."

It was unclear whether he was cursing himself or Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning's eyes were moist, filled with emotions, grievances, hatred, and confusion.

They had been in Jade Cool Village for over half a month now, and the busy farming season was drawing to a close.

Ever since the day of the bathhouse incident, Chu Wanning had been avoiding Mo Ran like one would evade a venomous serpent or a ferocious beast. He hadn't detected any oddity in Mo Ran's behavior, but he couldn't bear his own transformation.

A person, after embodying refined elegance for a prolonged period, tends to maintain an air of aloofness; otherwise, why would Chu Wanning often disdain others for engaging in dual cultivation and taking on dao partners? It truly wasn’t jealousy. Elder Yu Heng genuinely found it unbearable, deeming such practices cloyingly sweet and thus worthy of his disdain.

If he doesn't look at erotic pictures, he really doesn't want to look at them, he's not just pretending.For Chu Wanning, things like "liking" and "kissing" are acceptable, but if it comes to a step closer, such as comforting or intrusion, he will turn blue and cannot accept it.

It's like feeding someone who's always been a vegetarian; if you secretly add a bit of lard to their bowl, they might find it delectable. But if you were to present them with a piece of meat, charred on the outside yet still carrying a hint of blood inside, they would likely be repulsed.

After that frenzied outburst, Chu Wanning regained his composure. Gasping, he looked at the sticky residue on his hand, feeling as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.

His face had turned ashen.

What was I doing? Being captivated to such an extent by a mere twenties-year-old, that I had to resort to self-comfort to calm the surging tide within me.

Chu Wanning's skin crawled with goosebumps at the thought, and so, whenever he encountered Mo Ran afterwards, he would retreat three steps, fearing that he might inadvertently unleash the flood of emotions and beasts within his heart, leading to actions he would regret.

He retreated, and Mo Ran retreated as well.

Mo Ran was genuinely terrified in hindsight. He realized that his yearning for Chu Wanning far exceeded his expectations. The dam he had built within himself was on the verge of collapsing under the surge of overwhelming emotions. The fiery passion embedded in his bones threatened to overflow at any moment.

He knew only a thin line separated human nature from bestiality, and he was determined not to cross that line again and hurt Chu Wanning. Thus, he unconsciously kept his distance from him.

As the two of them grew apart, an illusion of respect between disciple and master emerged.

Life went on peacefully.

One day, a hunter from the village slaughtered a plump roe deer on the mountain, and the villagers proposed holding a bonfire party that evening at the small village square.

Each household contributed food, be it cakes or jerky, and the village chief even uncorked two jars of sorghum wine. They gathered around the fire, basking in its glow, savoring the aroma of roasted deer meat, and enjoying themselves heartily. Chu Wanning and Mo Ran didn't sit together; they were quite far apart with a blazing fire between them. They secretly glanced at each other across the flames, yet neither wanted the other to notice.

They stole glances at one another, thinking they were being stealthy, but their gazes always met halfway, so they pretended it was just accidental and casually averted their eyes. After a while, they would sneak another peek at the other's face when no one was looking.

The orange flames flickered, and the logs crackled.

Amidst the laughter and clinking of cups, they were oblivious to everything around them. The moon above illuminated only their two hearts.

The village chief's wine was soon drained, but the revelers still felt unsatisfied.

Mo Ran remembered he had a fine jar of pear blossom white wine in his house, so he excused himself and went to fetch it.

Halfway there, he heard a noise behind him.

He turned around, "Who's there?"

The rustling footsteps suddenly paused, and then a pair of green shoes embroidered with yellow flowers emerged slowly from around the corner.

Mo Ran was taken aback for a moment, "Miss Ling'er? It's you."

Ling'er had consumed a bit too much alcohol; her snow-white cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and her lips were plump and vivid. Standing in the moonlight, she gazed with affectionate eyes as her ample bosom rose and fell with her slightly hurried breath. She said, "Lord Mo, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."

Author has something to say: It begins! The supportive lady is here to give a hand! Sacrificing one for the happiness of the dog and cat series! Tomorrow, the puppy will finally understand his feelings! (Actually, he's almost there, right? -_-) Hahaha~~ Happy New Year, happy New Year!

I'll be busy with New Year's gatherings today and tomorrow, so I won't be able to reply to all comments, sorry about that QAQ. I should be back to normal replies the day after tomorrow~ Muah!

"Once the sound enters the ear, it's hard to shake off" - a phrase from Li Bihua's "Farewell My Concubine." It's not a common phrase, so I've added the source to avoid confusion.

Mini-drama: Adaptation at the End of This Chapter

1. If Ling'er were an audience member

Ling'er: "Lord Mo, wait a moment, I have something to discuss with you."

Mo Ran: "Speak."

Ling'er: "They've asked me to inquire, when shall we embark on our journey?"

Mo Ran: "..."

2. If Ling'er were a dark guide,

Ling'er: "Lord Mo, wait a moment, I have something to discuss with you."

Mo Ran: "Speak."

Ling'er: "The roasted deer, country wine, and a full table of dishes come to a total of 889. Would Immortal Lord prefer to pay by card or in cash?"

Mo Ran: "Isn't the group meal supposed to be free?"

Ling'er: "Yes, but this is a campfire party, a self-funded activity."

Mo Ran: "..."

3. If Ling'er Were a Cat Cafe's Matchmaking Customer Service

Ling'er: "Lord Mo, wait a moment, I have something to tell you."

Mo Ran: "Speak."

Ling'er: (whispering) Seductive leopard cat, intellectual British short hair, fiery American short hair, or unconventional felines – with a monthly membership, you can indulge in limitless petting and cuddling without any limits. Would Lord Mo consider it?

Mo Ran: ...Do they have a white cat? The kind that if you touch it once, it'll slap you ten times.