The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 49: My Master Is Always Angry

Chu Wanning's astonishment was beyond words. His eyes widened as he stared at Mo Ran in his dream as if he were a ghost.

The matured Mo Weiyu was undeniably handsome, with broad shoulders and long legs, towering half a head above him.

Looking down at Chu Wanning with a hint of mockery and amusement in the corners of his eyes, he said, "My esteemed Master, you really should take a good look at yourself now."

His finger pads traced down Chu Wanning's cheek to his ear, his frosty gaze sharp.

After a moment of silence, he scoffed coldly before abruptly leaning in, engulfing Chu Wanning in a scorching and tender embrace. Their lips met.

Taken by surprise, Chu Wanning's mind exploded like a thunderclap, as if a string... had snapped...

Mo Ran was kissing him. His breath invaded Chu Wanning, moist and restless, carrying the filthy and sinful desires within him.

Their lips clashed violently, stirring a tumultuous storm within their chests.

Chu Wanning was nearly trembling with fear, his phoenix eyes wide open. A mix of fury and confusion swirled in his mind, but in this dream, he seemed to have lost his spiritual energy, unable even to muster ordinary strength. He couldn't break free from Mo Ran's grip, trapped firmly in the other's embrace.

The Mo Ran in his dream was inexplicably different from the one he knew.

There was no more meekness or attempts to please; instead, he exuded an intimidating and menacing aura.

Chu Wanning could feel Mo Ran's scorching breath, rapid and low. A burning desire like molten lava threatened to dissolve him, flesh and bone alike.

His face turned livid, and Chu Wanning felt as if he might spit out blood. He couldn't fathom being overpowered by Mo Ran without any means of resistance. What was even more unbearable was the heat surging in his abdomen and the weakness in his fingertips during this frenzied kiss. He trembled in Mo Ran's arms, feeling the searing heat of the other's chest through their clothing, as if it were melting him, drowning him. He wanted to struggle, but lacked the strength.

When the kiss ended, Chu Wanning's legs were weak. Mo Ran held him close, turning his face to press against the nape of Chu Wanning's neck. His warm, moist breath brushed against Chu Wanning's throat, and he panted. Then, Chu Wanning heard Mo Ran say, "Didn't you want to negotiate with this deity?"

Mo Ran's voice was raspy, so much so that Chu Wanning almost found it unfamiliar.

Lowering his gaze, Chu Wanning saw Mo Ran's Adam's apple move, a suppressed but barely controlled swallow.

"You hold no more value to this deity. So let's discuss with what you have left."

Chu Wanning's own voice was also hoarse, whether from desire or anger unclear. He whispered, "What...?"

Mo Ran pushed him against the wall, suddenly raising his hand to slam it against the surface and fiercely grasp one of Chu Wanning's wrists, bound by chains.

Without malice, but with unmistakable coquetry, he lowered his head to nibble on Chu Wanning's earring.

Chu Wanning trembled violently in that instant, a terrifying numbness creeping up from his spine to his scalp.

Mo Ran's voice was deep, his breathing labored and heavy.

"I'll grant your request if you let me have my way with you just once."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened abruptly, desire-laden moisture shimmering in them, but mostly filled with disbelief.

With his other hand, Mo Ran had already found its way to Chu Wanning's waist, his lips brushing against the side of his neck. His tone was gentle, but the words were venomous.

"However, since I hold such disdain for my Master, I doubt I have much interest in your body. For us both to enjoy it, you'll need to be more cooperative."

Mo Ran paused, continuing to caress his waist while pulling him even closer.

"So think carefully. If you're willing, kneel down, lick me thoroughly, pleasure me until I'm satisfied. Then, on your own, crawl onto the bed and beg me to take you."

"..."

Chu Wanning was on the verge of madness.

Elder Yu Heng, with a pure and proud demeanor, remains unblemished and detached, untouched by the allure of men or women. He does not indulge in the art of the spring palace, nor does he listen to the alluring verses and odes of romance. He upholds integrity and self-discipline, maintaining a cold and aloof persona, valuing self-love and self-respect.

To put it simply, he has very limited knowledge when it comes to romantic affairs.

Thus, unfortunately, despite his rage, he could only surrender utterly before this intense and unfamiliar sensation, his defenses crumpling into ruins.

After Mo Ran finished speaking, he waited for a moment. Seeing no reaction, he cursed under his breath but couldn't resist starting to kiss Chu Wanning. After indulging in his lips, his moist tongue withdrew, leaving a glistening trail behind, only to fiercely nibble on his neck, licking and kissing his nape and earlobe.

What made Chu Wanning's scalp tingle even more was that Mo Ran's hands began to violently tear at the robes on his body. As he tore, he muttered, "Pretending to be a gentleman! Pretending to be a saint!" When he looked up at him, his gaze was blazing with feverish madness, the corners of his eyes shimmering with an odd brilliance, as if pent-up hatred had finally found release.

It was like the boiling lava of desire beneath layers of rock, spewing forth after a long period of restraint.

Chu Wanning felt as if he were scorched by Mo Ran's wolfish, menacing stare. He tried to avert his eyes, but Mo Ran seemed to read his thoughts and grabbed his face.

"Look at me."

A rough and feverish voice trembled, whether from excitement or something else. It sounded like the ravenous hunger of a wild beast on the prowl.

"I want you to look at me!"

Chu Wanning's eyes shuttered closed, quivering.

This dream was too absurd...

"Shifu," the voice by his ear suddenly turned gentle and tender, the familiar tone soothing, "Shifu, wake up."

In his hazy state, Chu Wanning saw Mo Ran's face inches away. Without hesitation, he slapped hard and accurately, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing loudly across their faces.

Mo Ran, caught off guard, took the slap right on the cheek and widened his eyes in surprise. "Shifu, why did you hit me?"

"..."

Chu Wanning sat up, his phoenix-like eyes slanted with anger and a hint of fear in the corners.

His body continued to tremble slightly as the boundaries between dream and reality blurred, driving him mad.

"Master..."

"Stay back!"

Chu Wanning's furrowed brows deepened as he sternly shouted. His intense reaction startled Mo Ran. After a moment, the younger man ventured cautiously, "Did you have a nightmare?"

A nightmare...

Yes, it was a dream... just a dream.

Staring blankly at the person before him, Chu Wanning took a long while to regain his composure.

He was still lying in the Book Collection Pavilion of the Red Lotus Water Pavilion. The Danxin Hall and the young Mo Ran had vanished, leaving behind only that youthful, innocent face.

"...Mm, in my dream... I was rather violent," Chu Wanning finally came to his senses. He paused for a moment, straightening his expression. With slightly trembling, slender fingers, he adjusted his clothes, suppressing the lingering heat and unease.

Mo Ran rubbed his still-red cheeks, gasping softly, "What kind of nightmare did Master have? You were so harsh..."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Chu Wanning's face. He pressed his lips together, turning half of his handsome countenance away, remaining silent, aloof.

His expression remained calm, yet internally, he was experiencing tumultuous waves of shock. He felt that his pride was on the verge of shattering; how could he have had such an absurd and vulgar dream, one so devoid of propriety and shame, let alone as a respected teacher?

What made matters worse, his body had betrayed him with an involuntary response in this humiliating dream...

Fortunately, his robe was loose and flowing, hiding any signs from others.

Still, Chu Wanning rubbed his forehead, his face as dark as the bottom of a wok.

Of course, he couldn't take out his frustration on the Mo Ran of his dreams, but he could certainly vent at the one standing before him. With a slanted glance and a menacing tone, he asked, "In the dead of night, you trespassed into my bedroom. Do you think the Red Lotus Water Pavilion is your home? Do you believe yourself to be Elder Yu Heng?"

"..."

After being slapped for no reason and scolded relentlessly, Mo Ran felt rather wronged. He muttered softly, "What's with the sudden anger?"

Chu Wanning's sword-like brows knitted together in anger. "I'm not angry, I'm going to sleep. Get out!"

Mo Ran replied, "But Shifu, it's already dawn now."

Chu Wanning: "....."

"If it weren't for the fact that we waited for so long at the Platform of Good and Evil without seeing our Master, I wouldn't have dared to come to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion on my own."

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

The windows of the Book Collection Pavilion were closed, but he pushed them open to reveal the rising sun outside, accompanied by the sounds of chirping birds and singing insects.

Chu Wanning's expression grew even more grim.

He looked as if he might summon his Heavenly Inquiry Sword at any moment to strike someone.

He had actually slept through an entire morning, all the way until dawn. If Mo Ran hadn't come to wake him up, he might still be lost in that dream. This realization made the veins on Chu Wanning's forehead throb, and his fingers gripping the window frame turned pale.

After all, the cultivation method Chu Wanning practiced was known for suppressing desires. Before this, he had never even entertained the slightest lascivious thought, let alone had such a dream.

In this area, Chu Wanning was like a wooden puppet—stupid, clumsy, and stiff. He cultivated his heart method to the point of severing all desires, and when there was nothing else to do, he would often look down on couples flirting or Daoist partners cultivating together, proudly thinking himself pure.

Who could have predicted that one day, he would stumble and fall...

...and fall right into the hands of his little disciple.

The majestic and aloof Master Chu, no longer daring to cast another glance at Mo Ran, stormed off in a huff, declaring, "Hurry and follow me to the Platform of Virtue and Vice for our morning practice!" With a flick of his sleeves, he was soon out of sight.

Xue Meng and Shi Mo had been waiting for quite some time. When Chu Wanning arrived, they were seated in the shade, engaged in conversation.

Shi Mo was anxious. "Master never arrives late. What's happening today? It's already this late, and we haven't seen him yet."

Xue Meng was even more worried. "Didn't Mo Ran go invite Master? It's been so long, and he still hasn't returned. If I'd known, I would have gone with him. Could it be that Master is unwell?"

Shi Mo replied, "I saw how severe the wound on Master's shoulder was. Although he has been well cared for, his constitution is weak, so it's hard to say..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Meng grew increasingly restless, abruptly standing up. "I can't wait any longer. That unreliable dog, Mo Ran—I'll go check on him myself!"

As he turned around, he caught sight of Chu Wanning, dressed in white, striding towards them.

Both under the tree exclaimed in unison, "Master!"

Chu Wanning: "There was a delay. Today, I'll take you both for training. Let's go."

Taking advantage of Chu Wanning's inattention, Shi Mo quietly asked Mo Ran, who was trailing behind, "Is Master alright? What caused the delay?"

Mo Ran rolled his eyes. "I overslept."

"Huh?"

"Shh, pretend you didn't notice." Mo Ran rubbed his cheek; that slap still stung, and he certainly didn't want another from Chu Wanning for no reason.

Shi Mo's eyelashes fluttered. "Why is your left cheek red?"

Mo Ran whispered, "If you keep asking, my right cheek will turn red too. Don't ask, let's just go."

The trio arrived at the training grounds, where Chu Wanning had Mo Ran and Shi Mo spar first, leaving Xue Meng behind.

Chu Wanning said, "Sit down."

Though puzzled, Xue Meng had always held his master's words as gospel and promptly sat cross-legged on the ground.

Chu Wanning sat down in front of him and asked, "The Spirit Mountain Sword Summit is in three years. What are your plans?"

Xue Meng lowered his gaze and, after a moment, gritted his teeth. "To come out on top."

If Chu Wanning had asked him this before their journey to Jin Chengchi, Xue Meng would have replied with raised eyebrows and a majestic air.

Yet, at this moment, uttering those words carried the weight of pride that refused to be set aside, stubbornly holding on until the bitter end.

He wasn't devoid of self-awareness, but he was truly unwilling to willingly surrender the title of "Heaven's Chosen One" to someone else.

Upon uttering the words "coming out on top," Xue Meng felt anxious and secretly glanced at Chu Wanning.

Yet Chu Wanning merely cast him a glance, without a hint of mockery or doubt.

He spoke just one word, concise and clear.

"Alright."

Xue Meng's eyes lit up instantly. "Shifu, do you think—do you think I might still be able to… I mean…" Overwhelmed with excitement, he momentarily lost his train of thought.

Chu Wanning replied, "Among my disciples, there are no cowards who surrender before the battle even begins."

"Shifu..."

Those participating in the Spirit Mountain Sword Discussion are all the cream of the crop among the younger generations of various sects. Naturally, those without Divine Weapons won't be your match, and you have no reason to fear those who possess them," Chu Wanning said. "Mastering a Divine Weapon is not something that can be achieved overnight. Though your Longcheng Blade may be slightly inferior, it is still an excellent weapon forged in the mortal world. If you diligently cultivate and utilize it wisely over these next three years, it's not impossible for you to emerge as the champion."

It was well-known that Grandmaster Chu had a keen eye and profound understanding when it came to martial arts.

Moreover, he was not the type to sugarcoat or tell sentimental lies to motivate others. Hence, Xue Meng felt instantly invigorated upon hearing his words.

"Is Master being serious?"

Chu Wanning cast a sidelong glance and casually replied, "Xue Meng, how old are you? I don't coddle anyone past the age of five."

Upon hearing this, Xue Meng felt a bit sheepish. He rubbed his nose and chuckled.

Chu Wanning continued, "Victory and defeat are unpredictable, but one must never neglect pride. Strive with all your might, and don't be too obsessed with the outcome."

Xue Meng replied, "Yes, sir!"

After soothing Xue Meng, Chu Wanning made his way to the spirit energy wooden dummies behind the martial training grounds. To prevent injury to others when disciples practiced on the dummies, this area was situated in a somewhat secluded spot. It required walking through a long corridor and turning a corner before reaching the cluster of dummies.

Shi Mo and Mo Ran were standing with their backs to him, engaged in conversation at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, allowing Chu Wanning to overhear them clearly.

"You..." Chu Wanning was about to call them over, but the scene before his eyes made him abruptly halt his words.

Author's Note:

Today's skit:

"If This Were a Contemporary BL Novel, Their Characters Might Be..."

Chu Wanning: Probably the most ill-tempered teacher in the entire school.

Shi Mo: A surgeon.

Xue Meng: A film academy student, majoring in... well, probably acting.

Xue Zhengyong: A nouveau riche coal tycoon.

Madame Wang: The refined lady from an educated family who married into wealth.

Mei Hanxue: A psychotherapist.

Ye Wangxi: A dedicated and conscientious police officer.

Mo Ran: ...A professional race car driver. Don't ask why, he's the one I rely on for all things related to driving.