The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 189: Master, You're So Kind

The room was quiet, amplifying the sounds of their racing hearts and labored breathing. A slight briny scent filled the air, yet it carried an undercurrent of sweetness.

Mo Ran, lying in bed, shifted to embrace Chu Wanning from behind, gently pecking at his eyelids and the nape of his neck.

Both of them were drenched in sweat, their bodies burning hot as they clung to each other, entwining in a dizzying dance. Chu Wanning's mind remained muddled; he dared not even ponder what had just transpired between them. It all seemed so absurd.

Yet, his heart was warm, ablaze with emotion.

Warmth surged beneath his chest, yearning to burst forth from the soil.

Suddenly, the person in his embrace whispered softly, "What about you?"

Mo Ran was taken aback. "What?"

Chu Wanning coughed lightly. "You..."

He didn't continue. In the darkness of night, he rolled over, his bright eyes gradually locking onto Mo Ran's. Even amidst the gloom, Mo Ran felt as though he could see Chu Wanning's face flush with blush.

"You still..." Chu Wanning hesitated for a long while but couldn't bring himself to continue. Eventually, he lowered his eyelashes and said, "I'll help you."

Mo Ran suddenly understood, feeling a mix of both sadness and sweetness. He embraced him and said, "Why are you so foolish? It doesn't matter, we can talk about it later."

"...I'm not foolish," Chu Wanning said stiffly. He didn't want to be called that. "Aren't you the foolish one? Doesn't this... hurt you?"

"Cough, I'll wait until you fall asleep before I take a bath and..."

But Chu Wanning insisted, "I'll help you."

"No need!" Mo Ran quickly stopped him.

"..." Chu Wanning fell silent, seemingly embarrassed by his clumsiness in bed. He probably truly believed he wouldn't be able to satisfy Mo Ran. Mentioning that he would take a bath later was just a way to save face, implying that even using his hand would be better than his skills.

As he pondered this, his expression gradually cooled. Finally, he said, "If you don't want it, then forget it."

Mo Ran was slightly taken aback. Due to the aftermath of their intimate moment, Chu Wanning's voice wasn't as unyielding as usual. His emotions weren't as well-hidden as they usually were. The resentment and frustration in his tone were too obvious.

How could this person be so foolish?

How could he not want it? He desired it more than anything, wishing for the night to stretch on endlessly, for the downpour to never cease. He yearned to lose himself with Chu Wanning in this inn, to devour every inch of the man within his embrace, fusing their bodies and intertwining their souls.

He still longed to see Chu Wanning choked with sobs from being bullied by him, to have his essence and mark imprinted within Chu Wanning's body.

But it would cause pain.

In their previous life, they had been intimate, and he remembered all too well the high fever Chu Wanning endured afterward. The pale, cracked lips on that ashen face still haunted him to this day.

He only wished to proceed slowly, to bear his own suffering patiently. He wanted Chu Wanning's first time to be pleasurable, each subsequent encounter filled with excitement and enjoyment, allowing them both to savor the depths of their passion and sink deeper into it.

Apparently, Chu Wanning had misunderstood something.

Mo Ran kissed his forehead, his voice low and raspy. "Why wouldn't I want you? What are you thinking?"

"..."

"Don't you see what state I'm in right now?" The man's hot breath brushed against his ear, his voice damp with desire. "Look how hard I am. You actually think I don't want you... Fool."

Chu Wanning's anger flared. "Say that word again, and I'll split your skull open! You—mmph..."

His hand was seized by Mo Ran and taken somewhere, leaving Chu Wanning startled and unable to utter any more intimidating words; he felt heat surging from his scalp.

"It's all because of you."

In the darkness, Mo Ran kissed his eyelids again before descending to capture his lips. He sucked, licked, and rubbed them with an obsessive and intoxicating passion.

After a while, both of them found it increasingly difficult to restrain themselves. The atmosphere in the room grew thick with desire. Their lips locked together, their legs intertwined, unable to control the friction between them. The flames of desire were almost visible, and amidst the frenzy, Mo Ran heard Chu Wanning murmur in a low voice, a hint of reluctance and embarrassment mixed with his stubborn tone, "I want... to make you feel good too..."

The last syllable trembled with shame, overwhelming him.

Mo Ran's heart melted, and his desire swelled to a nearly savage intensity. Still holding Chu Wanning's hand against his arousal, the tension transmitted from his palm to his spine, making Chu Wanning keenly aware of that formidable weapon, as described on the cultivation world's rankings, in its potent and fiery state. So thick, so hard, burning hot through the layers of clothing, pressing against him with immense power. He felt it was impossible for him to take it into his mouth...

Making love with this man could be fatal.

Only now did Chu Wanning fully understand that Mo Ran's concern about "it hurting" was not unfounded. This wasn't just pain; it was a tearing apart, a slicing open, a brutal rending of flesh and bone.

But remembering how Mo Ran had treated him, Chu Wanning found an unknown courage, or perhaps he had always been someone capable of great sacrifice. With determination, he lowered his head, preparing to try.

Mo Ran was flustered. Maintaining composure was already a challenge, and if Chu Wanning actually proceeded to take him, he feared that the remnants of his affection would be consumed by the fire of desire.

A man consumed by desire is a beast, devoid of reason and restraint, seeking only intense pleasure and frenzied possession. Mo Ran understood this all too well.

He pressed Chu Wanning down, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Don't, Wanning, you... you..."

"It's fine, I'm just learning from what you've done."

"No," Mo Ran's voice was like water on the verge of boiling. He swallowed hard, his voice strained. "I won't be able to hold back."

Chu Wanning didn't grasp his meaning and was momentarily taken aback. "Hold back from what?"

Mo Ran cursed inwardly, unable to endure any longer. The scent, voice, and body of Chu Wanning were breaking down every barrier he had erected around himself, melting him away.

After a low groan, he abruptly sat up, flipped Chu Wanning over, and pinned him onto the bed. Before Chu Wanning could react, he felt an irresistible force pressing him firmly into the bedding. Mo Ran's scorching, robust frame enveloped him from behind.

In that instant, Chu Wanning sensed that monstrous object, concealed only by the thin fabric of Mo Ran's clothes, ruthlessly collide with his buttocks.

Startled, he let out a deep, sultry cry, a sound so seductive and unfamiliar even to himself. Chu Wanning's face flushed red, his fingers gripping the bedding tightly, his lips clamped shut to prevent any more gasps or cries.

Hold back from what?

He began to comprehend the meaning behind Mo Ran's earlier words. Then, he felt Mo Ran pressing against him from behind through their clothing, his voice rough as he continued, "I can't resist the urge to enter you, to take you. Don't you understand yet?"

Hot breath fanned against the nape of his neck. One muscular arm supported Mo Ran on the bed, while the other gripped his waist tightly. His hips thrust forward persistently, accompanied by low, urgent pants. After teasing him like this for a while, Mo Ran suddenly patted his buttocks and said in a deep voice, "Bring your legs closer together."

Lost in confusion, Chu Wanning followed his instructions, but when he didn't feel any movement, he turned his head. Suddenly, an incredibly hot and hard object, both thick and long, squeezed between his thighs, causing him to gasp involuntarily, his vision blurring, and his scalp tingling.

Mo Ran had removed his undergarment, revealing his engorged member, flushed with blood and darkened in color. A glistening liquid secreted from the rounded head as it pushed its way between Chu Wanning's legs. The warmth and suppleness of his inner thighs enveloping the shaft elicited a satisfied groan from Mo Ran. Gripping Chu Wanning's waist, he mimicked the motions of true lovemaking, thrusting in and out.

"Ahh..."

Chu Wanning never imagined it could be like this. That thick shaft rubbed against him, moistening with each friction, pulsating with fiery vitality between his thighs. His waist grew limp, and his spine tingled. His eyes were veiled with a mist of moisture, his senses in disarray. He felt nothing but the intense stimulation from the man he loved rubbing against him. He panted softly, wordlessly, his face turned slightly aside, nestled against the bedding as his disheveled hair sprawled around him.

Mo Ran's penis brushed against his entrance multiple times. With just one push, it would completely invade his Master, claim the man lying beneath him. This terrifying yet thrilling sensation of being on the brink of being possessed and penetrated fueled Chu Wanning's desire anew, intensifying with the increasingly rapid thrusts.

The man's hips slammed against his buttocks, fierce and scorching, wild and ravenous. The room echoed with the hurried slapping sounds. The smoky, heated hair on the man's lower abdomen brushed against his legs and skin, growing more frenzied by the moment.

"Master, clench tighter... Ah..."

The man's request was low and filled with desire, compelling one to obey his words involuntarily.

"Yes... like that... tighter... fuck..."

As passion escalated, reason waned, and the primal nature and lust devoured the men engaged in their frenzied act. Mo Ran's neck arched slightly as he swallowed, his Adam's apple rolling seductively.

"Shifu... darling... you're so hot inside... ah... mmm..."

Though he was likely referring to the space between his thighs, the words sounded provocatively sensual. The deep, devoted murmurs and crude language didn't feel obscene; Chu Wanning felt he might be losing his mind. Listening to Mo Ran's breathless gasps, his heart grew hotter, more unbridled. He softly asked, "Does it feel good?"

"It does... feels so good..." Mo Ran's eyes fluttered open slightly, damp and bright with confusion.

He leaned down, his broad shoulders enveloping Chu Wanning as he drew him into an embrace, pressing him onto the bed. Their upper bodies fused together, entwined in an intimate dance, while their lower halves collided fiercely, growing more feverish by the moment.

Seeking out Chu Wanning's lips, he grasped his chin, hungrily kissing him with a thirst that could not be quenched. Tongues intertwined, their mouths slick with desire.

His arousal strained towards the juncture of their thighs, thrusting relentlessly, causing the bed frame to creak as he sought even greater depths. His toes, pressed against the bedding, turned pale from the exertion. Under such vigorous manipulation, Chu Wanning began to experience a surreal sense of being truly invaded.

He returned Mo Ran's fervent kiss, heads thrown back, shamelessly succumbing to their animalistic desires, their love overflowing. Their posture was an irresistible, irrational display of sensuality.

Perhaps due to the intensity of the kiss, the rapid heartbeat, and labored breathing, Chu Wanning seemed to see a fragmented scene in his blurred vision.

Somewhere, on a large bed covered with a scarlet cushion, two entangled bodies lay.

Panting, sweating, and filled with desire, their limbs intertwined.

In the same position, someone was entering him from behind, yet trying to turn his face for a kiss. But his body was already stretched open, accommodating a fierce, massive phallus that relentlessly plunged in and out of him. It had been going on for what felt like an eternity, lubricated, less painful, yet scorching hot and wet. An inner nerve was stimulated, twitching intensely against the intrusion.

"Ahh... Aaaah..."

He heard someone moaning, gasping, and sighing, their voice soft and helpless. Whose was it?

Could it be his own?

Mo Ran continued penetrating him tirelessly, growing more ruthless with each thrust. Chu Wanning's body was overwhelmed with desire, feeling as if he were being pierced through, yet at the same time, an inexplicable pleasure made him crave more. It was addictive, as if he had been trained, his legs weakening under Mo Ran's relentless movements. Despite this, he subconsciously pushed back, rubbing against the intrusion, wanting to take it all in, deeper still.

It was excruciating, as if there was a perpetually insatiable flower bud within him, only sated by lovemaking.

It was as if the most potent aphrodisiac in the world was tearing down the strongest resolve.

He was descending, indulging, moaning in pleasure.

Who was it...

What an odd sight... Such a strange dream... An illusion... Or reality? What is this?

"Chu Wanning, I'm taking you. Are you enjoying it?"

"Look at how debased you are from pleasure."

"Relax, why are you clenching so tightly..."

"I'll release inside you, all for you... Ah..."

Disordered, indistinct, vague, yet seemingly true.

What's happening...

Mo Ran's voice, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Mo Ran had never spoken in such a distorted tone before, never...

It was indistinct... It must be false...

So chaotic.

A maelstrom of entangled emotions.

Pushed against by Mo Ran's increasingly brutal and feral thrusts, toes digging into the bedsheet, the pillows and blankets on the bed had been thoroughly displaced. The man panted and writhed, their bodies entwined in a fierce and prolonged embrace. Finally, he clung tightly to Chu Wanning, their actions resembling those of lustful beasts, yearning for passionate kisses above and urgent, sticky lovemaking below.

"Wanning... Shifu..."

His voice was low and hoarse, calling out in a frenzy of desire.

"Darling..."

Mo Ran gripped Chu Wanning's waist, kneading and squeezing as his plump buttocks moved fiercely and passionately. His Adam's apple bobbed. On the brink of climax, his gaze was almost ferocious. After the most intense, bone-crushing thrusts, he wrapped his arms around the man in his embrace, nibbling at his earlobe and neck.

Their heaving chests pressed against Chu Wanning's moist back, and Mo Ran's rationality was nearly shattered. With one hand, he supported his rigid and menacing erection, groaning softly from the overwhelming stimulation as it hovered at Chu Wanning's entrance.

Having witnessed the intensity and wildness of this, Chu Wanning was genuinely panicked now, his spine numb as he struggled. "Didn't you say you wouldn't enter? You—wait a moment—"

Mo Ran kissed his neck, gasping for breath, then swallowed his saliva before turning to kiss Chu Wanning's cheek.

"Don't be afraid. I won't go in, but... I want to release here."

Almost unable to control himself, Mo Ran's rounded glans pressed against the slightly contracting entrance. He cursed inwardly, remaining silent as he violently rubbed against Chu Wanning's buttocks with eager urgency, accumulating pleasure that threatened to burst forth. In the end—he stroked himself, pressing the tip firmly against Chu Wanning's entrance and let out a low growl as he spilled his seed, jet after jet splashing against the opening, trickling down his inner thighs and staining the bedding in an untidy, pungent, and lascivious mess.

Chu Wanning trembled from head to toe, convulsing gently.

Mo Ran couldn't help reaching around to grasp Chu Wanning's member, soothing it with a heated and tender touch.

Almost crushed by the shame, Chu Wanning's face burned as he whispered, "No more... Don't touch... I already did earlier..."

With a glow in his eyes, Mo Ran murmured in a daze, "Mm, I know you already came."

Humiliated, Chu Wanning's eyes brimmed with tears as he snapped fiercely, "Don't... Don't say that word."

"Which one?"

"..."

"Oh," Mo Ran finally realized what was happening and chuckled deeply. "Alright."

He kissed him, his hands unapologetic in their movements. "But Shifu, I want to see you climax again."

"Mmhn..."

This young man's skills were too impressive. Chu Wanning was powerless against them, quickly reaching orgasm for the second time. How could he endure such intense pleasure and exploitation, especially when his mind seemed perpetually hazy, with blurred visions before his eyes and distant voices in his ears? He felt exhausted, drained...

"Wanning."

He heard Mo Ran calling his name behind him, tenderly, affectionately, so entwined with desire.

After their release, the two of them calmed their breathing, panting softly. Mo Ran caressed, kissed, and thanked him, holding him close as if he were a precious treasure.

With his back bare, Chu Wanning leaned against Mo Ran's broad, warm chest, drifting in and out of consciousness for a while before finally closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The next morning, Chu Wanning woke up to a sliver of sunlight filtering through a crack in the window. He could hear the sound of raindrops pounding against the dark tiles, a heavy downpour that showed no sign of stopping.

He felt a slight headache, as if the fragments of memory from last night were like fish scales swirling in a sink, shimmering with mottled, sticky light, rising and falling incessantly.

He tried to recall them, but those scales sank deeper and deeper, eventually swallowed by the darkness.

Then, he remembered what he had done with Mo Ran the previous night. His entire body froze, his cheeks flushing instantly. He wanted to sit up, but Mo Ran's strong arm still held him from behind, his chest pressed against his back, rising and falling steadily with each breath.

Mo Ran was still asleep.

He waited like this, not knowing for how long. Time wasn't particularly distinct in this dark bedroom, but it must have been a while.

Long enough for his arm to go numb.

Long enough for his racing heart to gradually slow down.

Long enough for the awkwardness to subside.

Finally, Chu Wanning rolled over to face Mo Ran's sleeping face.

He was strikingly handsome, with a rare, dashing appearance. His eyebrows, nose, and lips were all impeccable.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if weighed down by profound thoughts that could not be dispersed.

Chu Wanning gazed at this face in silence for a long time.

Until finally, he couldn't resist any longer and gently kissed Mo Ran's cheek for the first time, ever so softly.

Then, he gently moved Mo Ran's arm aside, sat on the edge of the bed, put on his undergarment, and reached for the pristine inner robe. The garment had countless folds that sparked endless imagination. Chu Wanning attempted to smooth them out, but it was futile.

He could only make do with wearing it as it was, secretly hoping that no one from the Peak of Life and Death would notice anything amiss. As he thought this, he straightened the collar of his robe.

Suddenly, someone embraced him from behind.

Chu Wanning was startled, though his reaction was merely a momentary pause in his movements.

Without knowing when, Mo Ran had woken up, sat up, and wrapped his arms around him, kissing his earlobe.

"Shifu..."

Lost for words, on their first intimate encounter, Chu Wanning could be forgiven for feeling awkward, but surprisingly, Mo Ran also experienced a newlywed-like bashfulness and embarrassment. After a while, he murmured softly.

"Mornin'..."

"What morning? It's already late." Chu Wanning didn't turn around, focusing on getting dressed.

Mo Ran suddenly smiled, his voice carrying a hint of a nasal tone. Then, he reached out to adjust the pendant hanging around Chu Wanning's neck.

"This charm needs to be kept close to the skin for it to work against the cold."

Chu Wanning seemed to recall something and turned to look at Mo Ran.

Last night during their intimate moments, he had noticed something around Mo Ran's neck but was too captivated to examine it closely. Now, upon closer inspection, he realized it was a matching dragon blood crystal pendant to his own.

"You..." Chu Wanning was taken aback. "Didn't you say back at the Confucian Wind Sect that there was only one pendant left? How—"

He abruptly stopped talking.

Because he saw Mo Ran smiling warmly at him, with dimples appearing on his cheeks, and his gaze soft and tender.

Suddenly, Chu Wanning understood Mo Ran's selfishness back then. He felt a sudden flush of heat, turning away and falling silent, focusing solely on dressing himself.

"Best to head back now," he finally said, not daring to look at Mo Ran. "If we stay any longer, someone might notice something."

Mo Ran replied obediently, "Whatever you say, Master."

But after a moment of silence, his ambitions flared up once more, and his blood ran hot. He pulled Chu Wanning, who had finished putting on his boots and was about to stand up, closer to him, and gently kissed his lips.

"Don't be angry. You'll have to endure until we're back. I want to cherish this memory," Mo Ran said with a smile, his fingertips grazing against Chu Wanning's lips that were about to speak. "Master, you're so kind."

With those words, Chu Wanning remained somewhat dazed all the way back to the mountain gate.

He didn't think it was himself who was good, but Mo Ran.

This young man was handsome, gentle, and focused on loving him. Sometimes, Chu Wanning found it hard to believe that such a perfect person could belong to someone as dull and awkward as himself.

Someone who couldn't even utter a proper romantic phrase.

Yet when Mo Ran gazed at him, his expression was sincere, without a hint of pretense. When he kissed Chu Wanning, he was so passionate that his breathing seemed to be under Chu Wanning's control, surrendering everything to him.

Despite his clumsy actions from the previous night, his dull words, and occasional lapses in attention...

But Mo Ran didn't find it disappointing. When he woke up in the morning, he would still kiss his lips and say, "You're so good."

"..."

"Shifu."

"Hmm?"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, he saw Mo Ran smiling at him from under the red peach blossom barrier, beckoning, "Where are you going? Come this way, that's the Red Lotus Water Pavilion. Let's go to Meng Po Hall for a meal first, then you can head back."

At Meng Po Hall, Mo Ran was still sitting across from him, but with the hustle and bustle of people around them, they were not as composed as usual. They lowered their heads and ate their food quietly.

The group of disciples who liked to bet on Chu Wanning couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"Why isn't Elder Yu Heng talking to Senior Brother Mo today?"

"Not only is he not talking, he's not even looking at him."

"How strange. Senior Brother Mo isn't even serving dishes to Elder Yu Heng like he usually does... What's going on with them? Did they have an argument?"

"…Do you and your master still share the same table after a fight?"

"Haha, that's true."

Amidst their whispers, they noticed Chu Wanning stand up and refill his bowl with porridge. As he strolled past them in his white robes, the gossipy disciples fell silent, obediently munching on their steamed buns and mantous.

Once Chu Wanning sat back down, they resumed their hushed discussions like mice—

"Did anyone else find Elder Yu Heng acting a bit odd today?"

Someone immediately nodded. "Yes! But I can't quite put my finger on it. Could it be his clothes?"

After stealing glances for a while, one junior disciple clicked his tongue. "They seem a bit wrinkled. Not as meticulously neat as usual."

Upon this remark, everyone realized it was true. However, none of them ventured to think further. After muttering amongst themselves, they concluded that Elder Yu Heng must have spent the night dealing with demonic creatures in the forbidden area of the back mountain or patching up minor celestial leaks.

These disciples admired and looked up to him, finding him amusing at most, but never regarded him as an actual person with desires and emotions. Thus, even if Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were not entirely discreet, and there were telltale signs, they remained oblivious and unobservant.

When someone is elevated to a pedestal by the masses, they must remain silent, motionless, detached from desire, and cold. Otherwise, any misstep would be considered a mistake.

Thus, when Mo Weiyu's feelings for Chu Wanning became public knowledge, many people felt as if their deities had crumbled, experiencing anger, disgust, disbelief, and an inability to accept the truth.

But they had forgotten that placing someone on a pedestal, forcing them to conform to everyone's expectations with every step, compelling them to live solely for others' desires, and forbidding them any personal longing, was itself a cruel and unreasonable act.

Author's Note:

Mini-drama: "Regarding the Four Masters on Board the Ship"

Dog: He's that kind of guy, no matter which version, who can't help but utter inappropriate words.

Master: He adamantly avoids bringing up the subject of boarding the ship, but once he lets loose, he becomes incredibly alluring.

Xue Meng: He's somewhat curious to try, but unsure with whom. He feels like he'd lose in any scenario, and the one he thinks wouldn't be a loss would probably get frightened away just by the suggestion, let alone the actual act. The thought of "pah-pah-pah" is terrifying, qaq.

Shi Mo: He's the type of man who, if he were to seek pleasure in a nightclub, would be mistaken for a top-tier gigolo and flirted with relentlessly.