The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 151: Master, I Only Want You

Lost in his thoughts, he heard Mo Ran's low voice from the next room: "What are you looking at? There's nothing to see. Take your clothes and get out."

Xue Meng was taken aback. "What did I look at?"

Mo Ran: "…."

Studying his cousin's expression, Xue Meng suddenly grasped the situation and felt a mix of shame and anger. He yelled, "Thinking about nonsense! What I meant earlier was that with the door locked and the bathroom busy downstairs, you might want to take a quick bath in here. But it's you with all those dirty thoughts! And you blame me!"

Chu Wanning's face darkened in the adjacent room.

...with all those dirty thoughts...

Xue Meng let out a heavy breath, staring up and down at Mo Ran. "I wasn't even thinking about that until you mentioned it. Weren't you just –"

"…Aren't you taking a shower? Why so many words?"

"No, I suddenly find you very suspicious." Seeing the hostility in Mo Ran's tone and the sparks in his dark eyes, Xue Meng grew more uneasy. "Back when you turned twenty, you used to frequent brothels. In all these years traveling around, there hasn't been a single rumor about your romantic escapades. Why the sudden change in your behavior?"

"..." Mo Ran seemed to fall into a silence, and Chu Wanning waited in that stillness. He was actually curious about how Mo Ran would respond.

The longer the silence dragged on, the more agitated he became. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he embarrassed? Regretful? Or...

"You really want to know?"

Mo Ran spoke up, his voice laced with anger.

He actually had the audacity to be angry.

Chu Wanning was astounded inwardly. He thought Xue Meng's question was quite reasonable. There was no reason to be upset just because someone had exposed your past – or to try to hide it.

Before he could finish the thought, Mo Ran continued, "I'm tired of it. It's become boring. Now you can get lost."

Chu Wanning: "..............."

Xue Meng: "..............."

After a long, deathly quiet, Xue Meng erupted in a roar that could probably be heard throughout the entire inn, "Mo Weiyu, you shameless, damned dog! Scoundrel!!"

"Fine, whatever you say. Just leave, leave! Don't disturb my sleep!"

"Don't touch me! You're so annoying!"

"In what way am I annoying?"

"You, you—" Xue Meng stammered, his handsome face flushed red. He had intended to make Mo Ran uncomfortable, but instead found himself on the receiving end of Mo Ran's shamelessness. He couldn't help but recall that at his age, Nan Gongsi had already married the most beautiful cultivator in the world, the fourth young master of the Jiangdong Sect was now a father to three children, and Mei Hanxue from the Treading Snow Palace on Kunlun...

Mei Hanxue was still very much alive, free of any venereal disease.

It felt as if he alone was still an inexperienced innocent, and Xue Meng found it utterly frustrating.

It wasn't because he was lustful; in fact, he wasn't at all. But he felt that he had been outdone by Mo Ran in this aspect, not just by a little, but by miles. That's why he was so furious. If Mo Ran had chosen to remain silent or shown shame, Xue Meng's mindset might have been different. But instead, Mo Ran had tossed out those words with disdain and impatience:

"I've had my fill. I'm done with it."

Young Master Xue felt that he could hardly bear it; his pride had taken a hit.

He sputtered, "You, you, you," until finally, he angrily yelled at Mo Ran, "Anyway, I just hate it! You're not even human!"

With that, he slammed the door shut.

Chu Wanning was also somewhat choked with emotion. Although he remained calmer than Xue Meng, and could tell that Mo Ran's words were meant to provoke Xue Meng in a fit of anger, his heart couldn't help but surge like a river in flood, unable to regain its calm for a long time.

The neighbor's choice of words was too crude. That deep, guttural shout was like a lion bellowing in the jungle, his muscles flexed and his breath explosive. The low roar and harsh words combined into a scorching hot poker, forcefully piercing Chu Wanning's heart.

Chu Wanning's throat twitched, his gaze flickering between dark and uncertain.

Mo Ran had broken his vows before due to visiting a brothel; he knew very well that Mo Ran was not as innocent as Xue Meng. But the previous Mo Ran hadn't possessed enough allure to captivate him, to make him dwell on it, to paint those scenes in his mind.

But now, as memories resurfaced, Chu Wanning couldn't help but think of that heated, sinewy, smoky body he'd seen, entwined with those alluring, fair-skinned, and luscious youths. That body had writhed upon those delicate, tender faces.

He felt a blaze of anger and a restless itch in his heart.

In this mix of annoyance and desire, the corners of Chu Wanning's eyes flushed slightly, like the color of a peach blossom in the night...

Xue Meng returned.

"Open the door!"

"What now?"

"I was so busy arguing with you! Where's my clothing?"

"On the table, get it yourself."

"Hmph!" With a huff, Xue Meng stormed off, arms wrapped around his clothes.

Finally, silence ensued. Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran's heavy footsteps followed by the creaking of the bed. This time, he could clearly tell that the man next door had indeed returned to his own bed. He seemed to feel the vibrations of the bed as it supported the fiery, mountainous figure.

Feeling parched, he thought about getting up for a drink of water.

But he heard Mo Ran settle back down. He knew that any movement on his part would surely be detected by the other man, so he remained still, like a cold exterior rock with vibrant colors hidden inside, akin to a Danxia landscape.

In the adjacent room, Mo Ran was also somewhat restless.

A man with unmet desires often appeared irritable, and Xue Meng had chosen this moment to disturb him. After their exchange, he hadn't been able to hold back and had shouted shamelessly. He wondered if Chu Wanning had heard him.

If he wasn't asleep, then he definitely would have...

Lying in bed, he grew more and more regretful with each passing moment, tossing and turning. On the other side of the wall, Chu Wanning heard the creaking sounds, sharing in his restlessness.

After a while, Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran's deep voice whisper, "Shifu..."

In awe and wonder, he exclaimed, "!"

Despite his struggles, Mo Ran could not suppress his unease. He tried calling out to Chu Wanning, eager to see if his beloved would respond in any way.

"Master, have you fallen asleep?"

"..."

"Can you hear me?"

Chu Wanning's heart pounded like a drum, its rhythm so loud that he found it embarrassing. He discreetly pulled the blanket over his head, hoping to muffle his heartbeat with the cotton cover, though it was already inaudible to the other person.

"Shifu..."

But with the blanket over his head, Mo Ran's voice seemed closer than ever, as if they were lying on the same bed. Chu Wanning imagined that if he lifted the covers, he would see Mo Ran's handsome face and bare chest, propped up on one elbow, gazing at him with those piercing, luminous black eyes that burned like a wolf's or a tiger's, hungrily devouring him, skin and blood included.

"Can you hear me?"

Determined to pretend he hadn't, Chu Wanning didn't respond. He knew that Mo Ran was hoping he hadn't heard, otherwise, both of them would be awkward when they met in the morning.

Mo Ran called out to him a few more times in a low, intense voice. Seeing no reaction from Chu Wanning, he sighed softly. Believing that Chu Wanning had truly fallen asleep, Mo Ran was relieved but also a little regretful.

He wanted Chu Wanning to acknowledge him.

But since Chu Wanning ignored him, he could only caress the thin partition wall between them. With his calloused fingers, he traced its surface, closing his eyes as if touching Chu Wanning's chest. Then, his heated lips pressed against it, murmuring softly as if whispering against Chu Wanning's lips.

Mo Ran said, "I don't want anything else... I only want you..."

However, his voice was too soft, and Chu Wanning didn't hear him. Buried under the covers, his face and heart burned. After a while, he heard a loud creak from the neighboring bed, as if the person lying on it was agitated, angrily rolling over.

He cursed, "Damn it!"

Chu Wanning suddenly felt a primal sensitivity, anticipating that he might hear something. For a moment, his hair stood on end, and he instinctively wanted to plug his ears. But his fingertips only twitched before falling back down.

He lay in bed with his eyes wide open, lost in thought. After a while, he heard...

He heard Mo Ran's low, ragged breathing from outside the covers. It was rhythmic, fierce, and intense. Chu Wanning's arms broke out in goosebumps, and his spine felt numb and weak under the sound. Mo Ran's breaths were so seductive, so sinful, caught in his throat yet unrestrained. There was nothing he didn't understand when he heard this.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, feeling suffocated. His lips parted slightly, trembling.

He recalled the many moist dreams he'd had, where he saw every inch of Mo Ran's body, bare and honest. So, with his eyes shut, he imagined the scene outside the covers even more vividly. He sensed Mo Ran lying beside him, sprawled out with his robust frame, his dark, luminous eyes half-lidded, gleaming with a hazy sheen...

Mo Ran's hand reached down, unfastening his pants, and his erect member sprang free. Chu Wanning dared not dwell on the specifics of that massive appendage, only sketching a rough outline and its angry, flushed hue. Mo Ran held that deadly thing, stroking it, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, lost in thought, caressing himself with a burning passion and torment.

"Ah..."

Chu Wanning heard the neighboring man's low groan, deep and husky, filled with sensuality. It sent shivers up his spine, and his phoenix-like eyes glistened with desire in the darkness.

He couldn't take it anymore...

Elder Yu Heng's slender, fair hand, after much internal struggle, finally reached down, trembling, to grasp his own already scorching arousal.

That rough, heated touch filled him with both shame and excitement. He lifted his throat slightly, suppressing a gasp, and beneath the cover of the bedding, he shed his cold exterior. Lost in Mo Ran's labored breathing, he was swept into a sea of desire. With clumsy and rough self-love, he hurt himself several times until he could endure it no longer. He abruptly threw off the covers, pressing his face against the bed, writhing and rubbing, his long legs trembling. His phoenix eyes half-opened, strands of damp hair fell across his face as his lips parted, panting soundlessly.

Perhaps it was because he was suddenly exposed to the air, or maybe his muddled mind made sounds more indistinct. He thought he heard the sound of moisture, assuming it was Mo Ran next door, but when he looked down, he realized it was the translucent secretion from the tip of his own member, lubricating his palm and producing an indecent sound.

Chu Wanning's face burned even hotter. He turned his head but didn't face the wall; this way, he felt like Mo Ran was right beside him, naked and caressing each other, indulging in love.

Passionate desire consumed his mind, eroding his pride and reserve. All he could hear was Mo Ran's heavy breathing from the next room, all he could feel was the ecstatic pleasure coursing through his body. As he had little experience, he was even more vulnerable to the arousal. Every inch of his skin was sensitized. He yearned for the embrace of another burning body, like a parched well that thirsted for a thousand years.

As the sounds from the adjacent room grew more urgent, Chu Wanning felt his heart race, his waist weaken, and his legs barely support him. The sticky moisture beneath him had soaked the sheets. He vaguely found it absurd, inappropriate, yet couldn't resist, finding it so pleasurable, something he'd never experienced before in all his years.

If that solitary release in Yuliu Village had been torturous due to breaking his vow for the first time, leaving him feeling disgusted with himself, then this time, separated by only a wall from the person he loved, hearing their suppressed yet seductive breaths, he no longer saw desire as ugly. Instead, amidst the ebb and flow of lust, he felt more pleasure than repulsion.

His moist, dazed eyes opened slightly, and a few strands of hair fell across his vision.

He gradually lost focus, unclear why surreal visions were flashing rapidly before his eyes.

Or perhaps they weren't illusions?

They were those strange, eerily vivid dreams he had experienced before.

In his dream, the bedding shimmered with golden hues, and the scent of the furs adorning the pillows seemed tangible. He lay on the bed just as he did now, forehead glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, lips slightly parted, and hair disheveled, falling before his eyes.

The candle flame remained unextinguished, while the man behind him thrust urgently and fiercely. Their entangled limbs allowed him to feel the tension in the man's muscles from the intensity of their encounter.

The bedclothes were askew, and the man continued his rhythmic motion, groaning in a low, seductive voice. He heard those words spoken from behind: "Why don't you make a sound? Cry out."

The dream merged with reality, and Chu Wanning clenched his teeth. Despite the fierce buildup of desire and the irresistible tide of passion, he stubbornly turned his face away, refusing to speak.

Closing his eyes, his movements became even more forceful.

He closed his eyes, yet the vivid memories of those sensuous dreams refused to dissipate.

After several thrusts, the man cursed softly before withdrawing. With a strong and authoritative grip, he flipped Chu Wanning onto his stomach. Under the flickering lamplight, he saw a handsome, desire-filled face—Mo Ran's face.

The clear image of Mo Ran from his dream intensified Chu Wanning's torment and arousal. He shook his head almost guiltily, attempting to dispel the illusions before him.

But it was futile.

Through the wall, he could hear Mo Ran's labored breathing.

Just like in those vivid, forbidden dreams he'd had, the man was rough yet tender, his voice low and husky.

He even shamefully recalled the intimate details of those dreams: Mo Ran flipping him over, their slicked-up organs pressed against his spasming, clenching entrance. The broad head teased at the opening, nudging shallowly without penetration.

In the inn, Chu Wanning's other hand, which hadn't attended to his desires, clenched tightly into the bedding.

Ashamed.

He felt utterly humiliated.

How could he have such dreams?

He clearly hadn't... He had never seen anything like this before... How could these dreams be so vivid, as if his body had truly experienced that scorching, frenzied passion, ugly yet lingering lust? Was this the primal nature ingrained in every human's bones?

"You're stubborn, huh? You think keeping silent with your lips bruised will preserve your purity for a lifetime?" Mo Ran's eyes were moist in the dream, his expression fierce yet filled with carnal desire. "How many times have I taken you already? What difference does it make if you struggle? You willingly offered yourself to me, submitted beneath me..."

"Stop talking..."

In dreams, in reality.

Both whispering.

"You can be as noble as you want, but in the end, aren't you still dirtied by me? You take me in, suck me, spread your legs for me to penetrate, and what leaks from between your thighs is all from me. Purity? Stop kidding yourself. The moment you first shared my bed, those two words no longer applied to you."

"Stop talking..."

Purity.

No longer pure.

Pride.

Torn like shredded clothing.

"You should see what you look like down there..." Mo Ran's gaze descended incrementally, like a sharp knife slicing through the one beneath him. Eventually, his eyes fell upon the quivering, contracting orifice, still moist with their combined fluids and traces of blood.

His gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he softly cursed under his breath. Gripping his engorged member, he pushed back in slowly, ruthlessly stretching the trembling passage inch by inch.

Strangely enough, as Chu Wanning immersed himself in this spring dream of memories, he genuinely experienced an illusion. It was as if a brutal and fierce blade, forged from flesh and blood, was tearing through his body and filling him up...

Mo Ran fully penetrated, reaching the depths, with his scrotum pressing tightly against the entrance, wishing it could immerse itself even further. The immense phallus instantly stretched him to his limits. He felt that he could hardly endure even the slightest additional intrusion. The shaft throbbed within him.

"Ahh..."

In a dream? Or in reality?

Eventually, a moan escaped, and it was that very moan that jolted Chu Wanning back to full consciousness.

The illusion dissipated swiftly, vanishing like smoke and ashes.

His last sight was of Mo Ran thrusting into him urgently and fiercely, their bodies entwined in a near-deranged union on the bed. He heard Mo Ran's ragged breathing, his voice raw with heat and intensity: "If you were a woman, I'd do this to you every day. You'd probably already be carrying our child by now... Hah, our offspring would be considered a bastard, wouldn't it?"

Shame, arousal, bestial desire, and humanity intertwined.

In the inn, Chu Wanning rolled over, attempting to shake off the filthy image that plagued his mind.

He suddenly felt deeply wronged.

His eyes were slightly reddened. Why was this happening?

He had never dreamed of such things before. He hadn't seen anything he shouldn't have, not even an erotic painting. So why was he having such an absurd and shameful erotic dream... If someone found out, what would he do?

The memory of the dream faded, but the bed next to him suddenly shook. Mo Ran had been indulging himself for a long time before Chu Wanning, and now, with pleasure accumulating, he couldn't resist thrusting his firm hips, involuntarily mimicking the act. He had held back for too long, and let out a low growl as he released.

Chu Wanning heard his hoarse groan, and, highly aroused, almost with tearful eyes, roughly stroked himself, also climaxing on the bedding.

He had never experienced such an intense orgasm. At the peak, he couldn't help but gasp and moan softly, "Mm... Ahh..."

After his release, his vision blurred. Chu Wanning had no idea how he had fallen into this web of desire. Lying on the quilt, he was too weak to think, only able to catch his breath with shallow gasps.

He had always rejected desire.

Yet, he was willing to sink into love.

When desire and love intertwined, lust seemed less intolerable. Thus, this release was different from the self-destructive one in Jade Cool Village. He still felt ashamed, but that shame was drowned by the moisture in his heart, overwhelmed by the comfort and stimulation.

Please note that the translation maintains the essence of the original text while ensuring cultural sensitivity and appropriate language for an English audience. The names have been translated as requested: Chu Wanning, Mo Ran, and Wanning.

Suddenly, he yearned for that wooden wall to vanish, for a sweat-drenched Mo Ran to lean over and press his heated chest against his back, panting as he kissed Wanning's shoulder and neck.

Chu Wanning lay there, dazed and powerless. He thought, if it were like this, then everything would be complete.

That would be enough for him.

The next day, Mo Ran woke up early.

They were in Lin Yi, where the cuisine didn't suit Chu Wanning's taste. The inn didn't offer any light dishes either, so he went to the western market to buy some ingredients, planning to borrow a kitchen to cook something personally for his Shifu.

In this world, some men could employ all sorts of tactics to chase after someone, even going as far as preparing a full banquet for breakfast. But as soon as they realized their efforts were in vain, they'd immediately retreat, with countless beauties around them, why would they waste any more time on someone who was completely unattainable?

But Mo Ran was different.

He had chased Shi Mo for two lifetimes.

Now, understanding his own feelings and knowing that he could never have a relationship beyond master-disciple with Chu Wanning in this life, he still willingly and persistently treated Chu Wanning well every single day.

Doing what he knew was impossible—this hadn't changed for him, not in life nor in death.

"Gentleman, out so early to buy groceries? Take a look at these radishes, would you like to get some? They're incredibly fresh."

"Gentleman, have a glance at these trinkets—bracelets, necklaces, hairpins, you name it. The craftsmanship is exquisite."

"Step right in, take a look! Various spiritual stones, essential for tempering weapons. Come on in—"

Mo Ran had initially planned on buying the vegetables and leaving, but as he carried his brimming basket past a general store, his attention was caught by a pile of lovely little items displayed on a counter. Unconsciously, he walked over and stopped in front of the stall.

There, standing nearby, was a man wearing a hood, attentively examining the array of goods.

The man raised his hand, and beneath the black sleeve, extremely pale and exquisitely delicate fingers caught Mo Ran's attention—fingers as slender and delicate as water bamboo shoots.

Based on the figure, he initially assumed it was a man, but upon seeing the hand, he suspected it might be a woman.

Thus, he turned around, somewhat intrigued to examine the man's features, only to find a face concealed by a veil of black, revealing merely a pair of cool, detached eyes. Even those eyes were partly hidden in the shadows cast by the wide brim of his cloak, making them difficult to discern clearly.

Their eyes met, and Mo Ran smiled at him out of habit.

The man, however, withdrew his hand that was about to touch a spirit stone on the stall. The corner of Mo Ran's eye caught sight of a ring on his thumb.

Silver snake patterns, their scales shimmering ominously.

Suddenly, he felt that the serpent design on the ring was somewhat familiar. But before he could take a closer look, the man had already withdrawn his hand into the wide sleeves of his robe. He cast a casual glance at Mo Ran and then, without a word, turned and left.

"What an odd fellow…" Mo Ran muttered. But considering that the Confucian Wind Sect's young master was joyfully sending out wedding invitations, it was true that all sorts of peculiar characters had been flocking to Lin Yi lately. A figure entirely concealed beneath a cloak wasn't really out of the ordinary.

At that moment, Mo Ran heard the tinkling of the back door's wind chimes. The cloth curtain lifted and fell as the shopkeeper emerged from within.

Mo Ran put the black-clad man out of his mind, smiling as he pointed at one of the spiritual artifacts and asked, "Madam, how much is this one?"