The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 268: "Heavenly Sound Pavilion" Returns to Mount Wushan

After saying that, Heaven-Stepping Lord twitched his finger, and the young dragon coiled even tighter around him. Shi Mo's expression changed, clearly in pain, but he always cherished his pride. Even at this moment, he struggled to maintain his composure.

"Mo Ran, you dare to pry into me?"

Heaven-Stepping Lord sneered. "Interesting. Tell me, what in this world is something this seat dares not do?"

"..."

"Let me introduce you. This is the detached form of Dragon Mountain's wandering dragon, Wangli. It only obeys the Southern Palace family's orders." Heaven-Stepping Lord glanced at him sidelong. "To still be so brazen on this seat's territory, I see you really have grown tired of life."

Veins pulsed on Shi Mo's forehead, showing how angry he was. But he hadn't expected the Dragon Mountain Blood Contract to be used in such a way. Caught off guard, he didn't dare to act too aggressively and said instead, "Get this disgusting thing off me."

Heaven-Stepping Lord didn't respond, staring unashamedly at the spot where the dragon coiled for a while longer before he sneered coldly. "Then you must first promise never to pull out this disgusting thing again."

Already annoyed by the interruption of their intimate moment, Shi Mo's face darkened. "Who are you calling disgusting?"

"Whomever is bound is who I'm referring to."

Chu Wanning: "..."

Eyeing the bound Chu Wanning, Heaven-Stepping Lord furrowed his brow and corrected himself, "Whoever is naked is the one."

Chu Wanning: "..."

With too many misunderstandings, Heaven-Stepping Lord waved his hand dismissively, "This seat didn't mean you."

Shi Mo said, "Mo Ran, you're truly ridiculous."

Despite his words, he still put on the bathrobe with a solemn expression. Then, he looked at Mo Ran and asked, "Alright, can you untie me now?"

"Not so fast. Leave the room first and go far away, to the back of the mountain. It'll open on its own," Heaven-Stepping Lord said indolently. "But let this seat remind you that if you ever try anything on this seat's people again... it has already gotten familiar with your scent. Even if you're outside Dragon Mountain, it will chase you down to strangle you."

When one is despicable, they become invincible. Heaven-Stepping Lord was above all, invincible in his loneliness.

Shi Mo left in displeasure.

The room was left with only the Emperor and the Northern Dipper Immortal Venerable.

Heaven-Stepping Lord approached and reached out his hand.

Then he saw Chu Wanning's eyes, sharp with hostility yet moistened with tears. He extended his hand, but perhaps the years of captivity made Chu Wanning instantly recall his brutality, causing him to tense up in an instant.

"…" Heaven-Stepping Lord sighed inwardly, unsure why this fleeting softness had arisen within him.

He touched Chu Wanning's forehead.

"It's not as feverish as before," Heaven-Stepping Lord said, his expression neutral. "His body might be weakened, but the medicine is indeed effective."

Pausing for a moment, he added coldly, "I won't allow that monster to bully you again. No one is allowed to touch someone who belongs to This Seat. You can rest assured."

Unbeknownst to him, Chu Wanning's memories had been wiped clean by Shi Mo, temporarily returning him to his past life. Thus, he was unaware of the shock his words had caused Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran had actually referred to Shi Mo as a monstrous creature...

Heaven-Stepping Lord didn't pay attention to Chu Wanning's expression; in fact, he had been avoiding direct eye contact. He knew himself well enough to understand that if he stared at this scene any longer, he might lose control. However, given Chu Wanning's current state, any further actions would undoubtedly be even more unbearable.

If this were in the past, he probably wouldn't have shown such compassion.

For so long, he had been alone in another world, with no control over life or death, merely existing like a mindless puppet. But upon seeing Chu Wanning once more, a vague warmth began to thaw the ice within his heart. It was this warmth that kept him from lashing out as he once would have.

He untied Chu Wanning's bonds and, noticing the red marks on his wrists, instinctively rubbed them soothingly. Then, realizing what he was doing, he stopped abruptly.

He truly couldn't understand himself.

As time passed, Shi Mo's memory-disrupting spell began to wane, and Chu Wanning's gaze grew unfocused. Yet, amidst the dizzying hallucinations, he still managed to force out a pale, pained whisper, "Mo Ran..."

"..."

"He's back."

Whether it was a dream or reality mattered not; a long-held wish of his heart had finally come true.

Almost hoarsely, Chu Wanning continued, "So... don't hate anymore."

Heaven-Stepping Lord gazed at him.

Feeling that the dream was reaching its climax, Chu Wanning closed his eyes slightly and lifted his hand, still marked with redness, to caress Heaven-Stepping Lord's face. "Turn back."

Something within him seemed to be collapsing, and Heaven-Stepping Lord stared at him unblinkingly. A sense of bewilderment also emerged on his face, like a thin veil of mist.

Chu Wanning's brows furrowed, and he was on the verge of tears.

"There's no path ahead. Turn back... don't go any further," he said, cradling the other man's cheek. The once-venerated North Star Immortal Venerated in both their lifetimes was now gazing at the lifeless form of the erstwhile Heaven-Stepping Emperor, both of them broken and damaged. Chu Wanning's voice was hoarse. "Mo Ran, why is your face so cold..."

Cold as ice.

If he could, he would be a candle, waiting for you to turn back at the fork in the long, cold winter night. He would burn himself out to light your way home.

But why are you so cold...

He didn't know how long he could burn. What if, by the time he was exhausted, consumed, or extinguished, you were still walking in the darkness, refusing to look back? What then?

Chu Wanning's fingers trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes.

Having lived his life alone, without family or friends, he was not afraid to depart.

Yet the thought that he might exhaust all his warmth without ever thawing Mo Ran's icy heart filled him with guilt. The idea that if he were to fade away, the young man might one day seek redemption but find no path back made him believe he should cling to life.

One more day would do.

Perhaps by tomorrow, the ice would melt.

The man would turn around, emerging from the boundless night and walking towards the flickering lights.

In the following days, under the lingering influence of Shi Mo's spell and the fluctuations of Chu Wanning's dual lifetimes' memories, he spent most of his time asleep and woke up in a daze, piecing together fragmented knowledge that was far from complete.

Heaven-Stepping Lord found this rather convenient. Chu Wanning was now a confused soul, easy to appease. If he had been harsh the previous day, there was no guarantee that Chu Wanning would even remember it upon waking. Moreover, due to the shattered nature of his memory, Chu Wanning often assumed he was dreaming, thus lowering his guard significantly—

A cat with sharp claws was undoubtedly delightful, but a sleeping, fluffy white kitten was a rare treat.

He couldn't help but acknowledge that Hua Binan had done a good thing.

"How much do you remember today?" This became the question he inevitably asked Chu Wanning every morning.

Chu Wanning, in turn, would often frown and inquire, "What?"

With uncommon patience and unwavering dedication, he would reply, "Does your memory still remain frozen at the point after we were wed in our previous lives, or has it shifted to another time?"

At this point, he would usually witness Chu Wanning's embarrassed expression and hear the low, disgruntled response, "Mo Weiyu, what madness are you up to now?"

Not the most pleasant of words, and in the past, it would undoubtedly warrant a slap across the face.

Now, Heaven-Stepping Lord did indeed slap, but with a gentle trailing motion, followed by his other hand cupping the other's cheek, making it seem more like a caress than a slap.

He scoffed, yet there was a hint of contentment in his eyes. "Excellent. If you continue like this, that would be perfect."

He truly didn't wish for Chu Wanning to recall events from this lifetime, especially not the Mo Weiyu who had become a grandmaster. It seemed as if as long as Chu Wanning remained oblivious, they could return to that year in the Wu Mountain Palace. No matter how much Chu Wanning despised him, they could still spend their days and nights entwined together.

His master, his Wanning, belonged to him alone.

Hua Binan mocked him, "You're even jealous of yourself, your tolerance is no match for a woman's."

Jealous?

Heaven-Stepping Lord pondered - perhaps not exactly jealousy, but even an animal or object that accompanied one for a prolonged period would evoke sentiments akin to "attachment."

That was all.

On this sunny day atop Dragon Mountain, Heaven-Stepping Lord insisted that Chu Wanning nap with him under the orange blossom tree. Gazing at the delicate, fragrant white flowers, he yawned lazily and said, "It's just missing something. It would be perfect if it were peonies."

In his hazy state of mind, Chu Wanning still believed this was merely another one of his dreams.

So he replied, "Why must you be so picky, even in my dreams?"

Heaven-Stepping Lord rolled over on the grass and leaned against him, resting his head on Chu Wanning's lap. Their eyes met, and the celestial lord said, "As always. Oh, by the way, I'm hungry. When we get back, cook me a bowl of congee."

"..."

"It should be egg and lean meat congee, but not too cooked eggs or thick congee. Just a little bit of meat will do. You know how to make it, right? I've taught you many times."

Chu Wanning had no intention of going, but Heaven-Stepping Lord's persistence wore him down until he had no choice but to accompany him to the kitchen behind the shrine hall.

Logs crackled in the hearth, rice was rinsed, and water began to boil. Heaven-Stepping Lord sat at a small table, propping his chin in his hand as he watched Chu Wanning's frustrated and helpless figure at the stove.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning thought it was all a dream, so he didn't exert too much effort to resist.

As for Heaven-Stepping Lord, he knew that this dream would eventually shatter, so he cherished it more than ever before.

The water boiled, and the fragrance of rice and meat wafted out from under the wooden lid.

Heaven-Stepping Lord changed his position, propping his chin on crossed hands. He felt that he had a lot to say to Chu Wanning, but also that it would be meaningless to speak, that it would all be in vain.

In the end, he merely moved his lips and, with a low, lazy tone, said, "Hey."

"Hmm?"

What was there to say?

Actually, he didn't know. So, after some thought, he said seriously, "Remember to add salt."

"…Already added."

"Then remember to taste for saltiness."

"…"

With his obsidian eyes shimmering with mischief and leisure, Heaven-Stepping Lord said, "Don't even dream of drowning me with salt." Rising from his seat, he walked behind Chu Wanning and peered into the pot. Then, abruptly, he wrapped his arms around the warm-bodied man from behind.

He nuzzled against Chu Wanning's earlobe, lowering his eyelashes. "I still want to torment you for a lifetime."

"Mo Weiyu—"

Noticing the stiffness in the other, he held on tighter, leaning over to place a kiss on the nape of the neck. His long eyelashes fluttered gently. "What? After I've taught you how to cook porridge for so long, you still aren't willing to make a bowl for me?"

Chu Wanning was left speechless by this bandit-like reasoning. Struggling to find a rebuttal, he opened his mouth to speak, but before any sound could escape, Heaven-Stepping Lord's lips sealed them shut.

Holding tightly onto the regained flame of his heart, he returned to a world blooming with spring flowers and warmth. Amidst the scents of daily life—charcoal, rice, oil, and salt—he, now a living corpse, passionately and tenderly kissed Chu Wanning. His cold lips entwined with the warmth of the other.

His Master, his Wanning, his Chu Concubine.

No one could take him away, and no one would be given the chance.

As their kiss intensified, Heaven-Stepping Lord grew dizzy, pressing the man against the table edge. He would occasionally lean in for another affectionate peck on Chu Wanning's already swollen lips while reaching out to remove the layers of clothing from his beloved.

In the past, he often indulged in such reckless behavior. If he was in the mood, even if someone had an urgent matter to discuss with him, he would ignore them.

The most outrageous instance was when he suddenly felt desire during the day in the Wu Mountain Palace's conference hall while making love to his recently appointed Empress Chu, his Master. Monks from the Weeping Buddha Temple arrived, urgently requesting an audience due to the disaster caused by the Yellow River monster. Eventually, he grew annoyed and simply ordered the curtains to be drawn, allowing the monks to enter.

Behind that sheer veil, the tinkling of delicate crystal beads hanging from the rosewood summer couch, Mo Weiyu continued his intimate act with Chu Wanning.

"Don't make a sound... I've told those outside that I'm currently favoring Empress Chu. I'm sparing your dignity," he panted heavily against Chu Wanning's body at that moment. "If you cry out, those bald monks will know it's you I'm taking pleasure in."

"Mo Weiyu..." The one beneath him was filled with humiliation, their eyes reddened with anger. "You bastard!"

In response, Heaven-Stepping Lord delivered more fervent and intimate thrusts, laced with a teasing tone filled with desire: "My love, your lower regions are burning hot and soaked through, yet your lips remain so stubborn. Don't pant in pleasure later, or I might have to remind you of your eagerness."

Unaware of what was happening, the monks entered to find a hazy, towering silhouette of Heaven-Stepping Lord, obscured by a layer of pale yellow gauze. His long, firm legs sprawled open weakly, quivering with every crude thrust he delivered. Fingertips delicate and coldly pale, they trembled like orchid bells shaken by the gentlest raindrops.

The request was delivered in such a muddled and ambiguous manner that Mo Ran hardly caught any of it.

He only remembered that at that time, Allen Chu endured to the extreme and remained silent. Physiological tears fell from the ends of his rouge-red eyes. The moment he was fucked and ejaculated under him, he suddenly convulsed and tensed.Standing up, it was extremely painful yet suppressed with relief, biting my lip but not moaning...

It's incredibly exhilarating.

After the monk had left, he could no longer contain himself. He lifted Chu Wanning's weak and limp leg, placing it over his shoulder, and penetrated him from the side with increasing ferocity and strength.

"Wanning, don't hold back anymore, there's no one else around."

Yet Chu Wanning's consciousness was fading, with only the memory of not making a single sound remaining. Heaven-Stepping Lord leaned in to kiss his bloodstained lips, swallowing the metallic tang of rust within.

"No one is left..."

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"Is it pleasurable? Does it arouse you?"

"..." Chu Wanning's forehead was veiled by his disoriented gaze, half of his handsome face hidden behind the disheveled cushion. Mo Ran's member was enormous, giving him the illusion each time that it would pierce through his abdomen. His lips parted slightly, and his fingers clenched the silk fabric.

The person behind him thrust faster and faster, almost in a frenzied rhythm. When he climaxed, he pushed in so deeply that it felt as if his scrotum would force its way in with vehemence.

Sperm gushed into the depths of Chu Wanning's already damp and sticky passage, causing his entire body to tremble with stimulation. Mo Ran always knew how to hit his sweet spot; every time he released, he aimed there. The thick semen sent shivers down his spine, making him close his eyes slightly and moan softly, "Ah..."

But this was far from over.

Mo Ran was brimming with energy; even after a brief pause on top of him, his arousal stirred once more within Chu Wanning's body. Mo Ran opened his dark eyes, gazing at Chu Wanning through his slightly damp forehead hair.

His gaze flickered inch by inch.

From the moist, dazed eyes to the bitten lips.

He descended, suddenly burying his face to suckle on the protrusion on Chu Wanning's chest. The already spiritually disoriented Chu Wanning was caught off guard and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Then, his legs were lifted high again—he gasped for air as he endured the renewed stiffness within him.

"Aah... Aah..."

He shook his head, hearing his own rough panting and moans. He couldn't resist reaching up to press his hand against his lips, biting down.

The light in his eyes grew more fragmented.

Below him, everything was drenched, and the semen Mo Ran had just released inside him served as lubrication. Amidst their intimate, sticky lovemaking, the sound of slickness echoed.

"Stop biting yourself. Relax your hand."

How could Chu Wanning heed him? He continued to gnaw on his wrist, attempting to stifle his sounds. Mo Ran cursed inwardly, propping himself up on one arm while using the other to seize Chu Wanning's arm and pull him down.

"Hold onto me."

"What are you... Ah!"

Without giving him time to react, Mo Ran scooped him up from the low couch, bearing the full weight of the man who now relied entirely on him.

Mo Ran chuckled softly and kissed him. "You're not that heavy."

He continued to hold him as he attempted to walk towards the inner chamber.

But his erect penis, still buried within his master's body, caused him to push deeper into the intestinal walls with every step he took.

Whether by coincidence or intention, Mo Ran's heated tip was pressed against the spot that drove Chu Wanning mad. Each thrust sent a jolt through him, causing his toes to curl involuntarily, yet he stubbornly refused to make a sound. His black eyes burned fiercely as they locked onto his disciple.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

Mo Ran chuckled softly and abruptly stopped walking, but maintained his grip on Chu Wanning's legs, thrusting provocatively and gently upward.

"Is this what you want?"

"..."

How humiliating! Yet, Chu Wanning's body had already become sensitized under Mo Ran's training. He frowned and gasped for breath, his face flushing red.

He could feel the sticky lubricant flowing between their joined bodies. With each of Mo Ran's thrusts, it grew more lascivious.

After a short while of this, Mo Ran seemed to lose patience. His gaze darkened as he glanced at the distant back hall, seemingly tired of the journey. Instead, he simply pressed Chu Wanning against the cold stone floor of the grand hall where the emperor usually held court—he was in no mood to wait. The warmth and wetness surrounding his lower half felt so good that he ruthlessly pinned Chu Wanning down and pounded into him with fierce determination.

"Aah... Aah..."

At the height of their passion, it felt as if their souls were being sucked out. Even Chu Wanning, who was known for his endurance, couldn't help but lose himself in this storm of lovemaking.

His legs weakly spread wide, hanging limply around Mo Ran's toned waist, his body trembling with shame and desire as he matched the man's fervor. For a moment, he even thought that Mo Ran intended to take his life right there...

In the midst of the chaos of their lovemaking in the Immortal Mountain Hall, there was no one else in the solemn temple—only two naked bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

Mo Ran panted heavily, sweat pooling on his abdomen. He embraced his teacher, who had been brought to a state of mindless bliss, thrusting deeply and forcefully into him. He heard Chu Wanning's low, repressed groans and occasional muffled cries of pleasure.

"Wanning..."

A scorching kiss captured Chu Wanning's slightly parted lips, Mo Ran's neck veins bulging from the intensity of his passion. His gaze burned like wildfire, his touch equally fierce.

He tangled with him, their bodies entwined, until finally, amidst their prolonged and fervent embrace, Mo Ran forcefully pinned Chu Wanning to the ground, covering his gasping mouth and nose with one hand, leaving only those dazed eyes unfettered.

With a final, forceful thrust, he pushed in deeply, going so far that his toes turned pale from the exertion against the floor.

"I'm about to come... Wanning... is it here?"

Chu Wanning was on the verge of losing his mind from Mo Ran's monstrous ferocity and boundless energy. His hands hung limply on the cold stone, his body completely opened up by Mo Ran, trembling from the sensations and pain.

Mo Ran panted, his voice low and seductive, his eyes dark and intense. He turned Chu Wanning's face to face him. "Is it here? Hm?"

The swollen head of his member pressed against the sensitive spot deep within Chu Wanning, causing him to suddenly open his half-lidded eyes, the corners tinged with a stubborn flush of defiance...

Trembling beneath Mo Ran, he was held tightly in his grasp. Mo Ran's husky, heated breath whispered in his ear. "Don't move, darling, it's coming... ah..."

Mo Ran let out a low groan as he climaxed, followed by a powerful surge of semen that shot deep inside Chu Wanning, triggering a spasm that made Chu Wanning's eyes flutter shut. Electric shocks seemed to course through his entire being, an ecstatic numbness that left him feeling weightless and detached.

"Wanning, does it feel good? Am I pleasing you?"

At those times, Chu Wanning was often rendered speechless, unable to retort with either anger or reprimand.

He had long lost himself in the moment, his slender legs spread wide, saturated with the essence of his own disciple...

After that, they would often engage in another round on the grand throne in the main hall, on the steps, or even pressed against a wall. The intensity and wildness of Heaven-Stepping Lord were almost devastating.

If such lovemaking was consensual, it could be called ecstatic. Thus, even when laced with revenge and humiliation, it remained intensely pleasurable.

In the depths of Dragon Mountain, Heaven-Stepping Lord gazed at Chu Wanning's serene face.

Silently reminiscing about the past, a faint tinge of curious intrigue stirred within him.

He wondered if Chu Wanning had ever been curious back then about why he, with his boundless energy, failed to impregnate Song Qiutong.

Though he had indeed favored the woman, their encounters never quite hit the spot. Besides, he didn't wish for children with Song Qiutong. Even during their moments of pleasure, he made sure to avoid getting her pregnant. He wouldn't even let his seed fall into her tender embrace, unwilling to have her bear his offspring. Perhaps due to his own origins, he believed that two people without a profound, lifelong commitment shouldn't bring a child into the world.

Oddly enough, despite his hatred for Chu Wanning, he often fantasized about impregnating his Chu Concubine through constant lovemaking.

Was it a desire to conquer?

Revenge?

Possessiveness? Or was it a more humiliating punishment to be forcefully taken?

He didn't know.

Lost in this self-deception, he repeatedly dragged Chu Wanning down with him into the abyss of sin and desire.