The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 89: Our Past Affairs

When Mo Ran woke up again, the sky was already bright and the sun was high in the sky.

He turned over, blinked, and saw that Chu Wanning was still asleep.

Perhaps it was due to the Moxi Fragrance, or perhaps it was because he had not been feeling well recently, always plagued by vivid dreams and restlessness. Despite the late hour, he was still deeply immersed in his dreams, his back to Mo Ran. His long, black hair spread out on the pillow, like a night-colored river.

Mo Ran: "............"

Since Master wasn't getting up, there was even less reason for the disciple to strive and be diligent. The bed was comfortable, so he might as well lie in it.

But lying there was boring, so Mo Ran scooted closer to play with Chu Wanning's hair.

Master's hair always held a faint floral scent, soft like smoke and dense like mist – one of Mo Ran's favorite things to touch.

His fingers wove through the thin veil of mist, the smooth texture like silk, sending a ticklish sensation that tingled deep into his heart.

The black, patterned canopy curtains swayed gently with the breeze seeping in through the window.

With narrowed eyes, morning energy was always abundant, especially when the taste on his fingertips was so exquisite, so familiar, so...

He took a strand of Chu Wanning's long hair and inhaled its scent delicately.

This soft tress carried the echoes of their past lives, bridging the gap between then and now.

Although after his rebirth, he tried to minimize reminiscing about the overly passionate moments shared with Chu Wanning, for some reason, this morning, he couldn't help but think about them.

His throat seemed to be parched as well.

Not willing to touch the man in front of him directly, he settled for caressing his hair instead. Closing his eyes, he gently kissed the ink-black strands between his fingers.

This ink-black hue...

It was the same color as the curtains in the Wu Shan Hall of the Peak of Life and Death, draping down in countless threads and enveloping Mo Ran within. Holding the slender waist of the man, he felt a thin layer of muscle beneath his fingertips, a sensation entirely distinct from that of a woman.

Chu Wanning moved rhythmically between his hips, undoubtedly enduring pain. His sharp brows were perpetually knitted, and his phoenix-like eyes shimmered with fragmented light. Amidst his fierce desperation, there was also a rich flush of peach red on his cheeks. He hated it so much, felt so resentful, yet was also desperately vulnerable.

From his position as the victor, Mo Ran commanded him leisurely and without malice.

"Move faster."

"..."

"Are you lacking strength? Is that why you're so slow?"

Even still, Chu Wanning remained unyielding. He caught his breath, his resentful gaze moist with a hint of red. Then, he bit his lip and moved with a brutal force that bordered on self-mutilation.

It was too painful.

He repeated the motion, his arched back beginning to convulse slightly. Cold sweat drenched his body, yet he neither begged for mercy nor made a sound.

Before him, Mo Ran's long, inky hair cascaded down, while his eyes shimmered bright in the night, a swirling mix of bestial desire, madness, joy, and pleasure.

"Ah...!"

With a muffled groan, the man atop him seemed to finally reach his limit, unable to endure the pain any longer. Mo Ran's gaze darkened as he abruptly sat up, embracing the sweaty body that trembled ever so slightly. The man had been enduring with such difficulty, but still, he couldn't suppress his shivers. However, as Mo Ran sat up, he penetrated even deeper, as if piercing through Wanning's organs.

The perpetrator, with an inexplicable tenderness, caressed him, yet his actions were nothing short of vicious.

"Chu Wanning, have you ever imagined that one day you'd be begging for this from me?" He held the man in his embrace, thrusting slowly while their faces brushed against each other, intimacy reaching its peak, sending shivers down their spines.

"Late Night Jade Scale, the Venerated Immortal of the Northern Dipper... ha, yet here you are, spreading your legs willingly, asking to be taken by me."

His hand roamed over the other's waist as he pushed upward, feeling how tightly Chu Wanning held onto him. Despite being consumed with excitement, he still tried to maintain composure, enduring endless humiliation.

"You accused me of being despicable, didn't you? Look down, Chu Wanning, see how eagerly you're devouring me, hmm? Now, who's the more base one here, my esteemed master?"

"..." Chu Wanning trembled, closing his eyes, unwilling to hear any more vile words.

This... was his first time...

With someone he once cared for, but it felt like torture. Life was unbearable.

"Open your eyes."

The cold command echoed in his ear.

"If you dare close them again, Xue Meng is still in my hands. You know what I'm capable of."

With no other choice, he eventually opened his glistening eyes slowly.

Pinched and forced to look down at his own disciple's member being engulfed, the slapping sounds of flesh colliding echoed, accompanied by sticky blood and thick fluids, creating an indecent scene.

"Get up."

Weak-kneed, the last shred of dignity prevented him from relying on Mo Ran's support as he slowly rose to his feet. Most of the intruding member had been withdrawn, leaving only the angry, swollen head pressing against the entrance.

Mo Ran held the member and gently thrust it a few times, not going deep, merely making sure that Chu Wanning watched himself being taken. Wanning's eyelashes quivered incessantly, their tremors betraying whether it was from pain, humiliation, or arousal.

"You are really adulterous." Mo Ran said softly, "If I had known this, I would have fucked you when I was your apprentice."

After all, he was a rogue, unfamiliar with elegance and always on the outskirts of sophistication.

Such vulgar words pierced Chu Wanning's heart like a razor-sharp blade.

He suddenly lifted his head, closed his eyes, and for the first time, his hoarse voice rang out.

He said:

"Mo Ran, end me."

The hand gripping his waist trembled imperceptibly.

Then Mo Ran smiled, still sweet and charming, with deep dimples on display.

"Alright then."

Chu Wanning's eyes snapped open.

In those moist, fiery eyes that stirred desire within him, Mo Ran saw his twisted amusement reflected back.

"You want to die? I won't stop you. But you don't get to choose how. I'll make you be ravaged by a thousand men before your dear disciple Xue Meng. Oh, it'd be even better if Xue Meng joined in. Don't you think that's good enough?"

"You—!"

His harsh words were like venom piercing the man's vulnerabilities. This scorpion named Mo Ran reveled in his triumph, watching Chu Wanning's face turn ashen for a moment, though he was desperately trying to remain composed. His slightly parted lips still quivered involuntarily. Mo Ran suddenly felt a mix of satisfaction, pity, exhilaration, and excitement. He pulled Chu Wanning into his embrace once more, plunging deeply into him with rapid, intimate thrusts, almost frenzied. "Heh, how naive of you to take me seriously?" He chuckled lowly, then kissed him fiercely, caressing him as he panted, "Don't imagine such things. I was just teasing you."

Chu Wanning felt as if he was being shattered in Mo Ran's arms, but his soul seemed to have been reduced to dust long ago.

"I'm just teasing you," Mo Ran panted heavily, feeling unsatisfied and pushing Chu Wanning back down onto the ground. He straddled him, invading him with his leg, thrusting his hips rapidly and forcefully.

"How could I ever let you go... You can only be mine... Only I can have you..."

Delicate, pale fingers clawed at the ground, but found no purchase.

Chu Wanning was ultimately defenseless, allowing himself to be dominated, losing himself in the act as the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, he lifted his hand to cover his own eyes.

"Wanning..." Chu Wanning whispered softly.

"Mo Ran, if you still have even a hint of affection... A shred of conscience..."

His eyelashes trembled beneath his palm.

"Please... Don't do this anymore..."

"Mo Ran..."

His voice suddenly choked with emotion.

It was Mo Ran. In his previous life, this was the first time he had heard him cry.

"Mo Ran, I can't take it anymore..."

"It hurts..."

Suddenly, Chu Wanning rolled over, jolting Mo Ran from his bittersweet memories. The past scattered like startled birds, leaving only the thudding of his heart.

The long hair between his fingers had slipped away, but the man had turned to lie beside him, his face close enough for Mo Ran to discern each individual eyelash.

He was truly handsome, Mo Ran thought.

To be fair, Chu Wanning wasn't the effeminate type. His features were bold and chiseled, giving him a masculinity that surpassed the average person.

And yet, precisely because of this, he stirred an irresistible itch in others.

Mo Ran was desperately eager to see this man of unyielding strength and arrogance submit beneath him, losing himself in a tormentingly exquisite pleasure.

His heartbeat quickened.

Gazing at Chu Wanning's face, his eyes moved inch by inch, finally resting on those slightly parted lips, their light color a testament to his peaceful slumber.

He leaned in involuntarily.

Just a little closer, and he could taste them.

Like nectar, tempting and sweet.

Mo Ran's Adam's apple bobbed, a thirst unquenched within him. Closer, just a little more... almost there.

Suddenly, a moment of clarity pierced through the flames of desire in his mind, freezing him in his tracks, his face ashen.

What was he doing? !

Jumping up abruptly, Mo Ran stared fixedly at the man in the bed—Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning. No matter how accustomed he had once been to their intimacy, that was all in the past! What was he thinking? Was he mad?

Could it be that he truly liked him?

Startled by this realization, Mo Ran's face turned ashen, his mind wandering elsewhere.

In the end, he took a deep breath, buried his face in his palms, and scrubbed fiercely, muttering a curse under his breath before fleeing the scene, hastily donning his clothes.

The author has something to say:

Boss: I went through all that trouble to open your third eye, and you didn't even think of Shi Mo? Instead, your head is filled with fantasies about you and your master? I must be Santa Claus, delivering car keys to an idiot! Utterly enraged!

In the previous life, cars came with broken glass, so no warning for the knives from the past. I've already said it's all car scenes, knife scenes, knife after knife, and more knives, hahaha. Also, are you scared by the word count now? 23333