Chapter 22: Collapse; This Kind of Thing Would Be So… Pleasurable and Comfortable
Perhaps because Lu Yin was also a 3S-grade, his spiritual power made it impossible for Zhuang He to control it well, which gave Zhuang He a fright.
Regardless, if he couldn’t control it, the outcome would likely be even more disastrous if he handed him over to other Guides in the Empire.
Zhuang He gritted his teeth and simply removed Lu Yin’s shirt, pressing his own warm body close to the other. At the same time, golden spiritual power wove a massive net, enveloping the two of them within it.
He closed his eyes, and just like leaning in Lu Yin’s arms earlier that day, he continuously transmitted his spiritual power inside.
Small areas of collapse were still occurring in Lu Yin’s mental sea. Zhuang He’s golden threads repaired them bit by bit until he himself grew pale, barely managing to control the sudden collapse.
At this moment, Lu Yin’s consciousness seemed to have recovered significantly, but Zhuang He had no strength left. He leaned weakly against Lu Yin’s side, trying hard to stabilize his own depleted mental sea.
It gave him a taste of exhaustion.
A very novel experience. But Zhuang He was completely drained of strength; he even felt a long-lost sense of fatigue and sleepiness.
This fatigue and sleepiness also prevented him from immediately noticing something wrong with the man beside him.
Zhuang He was still steadying his breathing when he suddenly felt the man beside him move. Thinking Lu Yin had recovered, he was about to pull away when he suddenly felt his shoulders pinned down.
For a moment, he was a bit dazed. Why does everyone like pinning my shoulders? Is it because this position is the hardest to escape from?
Due to the loss of spiritual power, Zhuang He’s brain was a bit slow. As he was pinned by his shoulders and laid out on the floor, he hadn’t yet reacted to what was happening.
The man who flipped over to straddle him had a pair of eyes emitting an eerie red glow in the dark room. Sensing danger, the butler-cat came hopping and skipping over. Worried that it would transmit Lu Yin’s readings to the main system, Zhuang He immediately put it into shutdown mode.
The kitten lay limply in the corner, its blue mechanical eyes turning lifeless.
Only after dealing with the kitten did Zhuang He have the focus to look at Lu Yin straddling him.
He tried to reach out, but it was hard to lift his arms because his shoulders were being pinned down with great force.
“…Lu Yin? Are you still conscious?”
The man’s blood-red eyes stared silently at Zhuang He. His face was hidden in the darkness, making him look mysterious and eerie.
He heard Zhuang He’s softly calling voice and tilted his head as if he didn’t quite understand.
Zhuang He was considering whether to just flip the man off. If he did, would it cause injury to Lu Yin?
While Zhuang He was thinking, the man on top of him suddenly changed his posture.
He only felt a whirl of heaven and earth. Zhuang He felt the other grab his shoulders and pull him up into a hug, then flip him over. The position shifted to Zhuang He straddling Lu Yin.
“Teacher… am I… in a dream…”
Mumbled, indistinct words rang out. Zhuang He was dazed; between the loss of spiritual power and the exhaustion of his body, his head was slow. When he controlled himself to release his hands, his body softened, and he actually slumped downward.
Fortunately, Zhuang He’s reactions were quick enough. He immediately reached out to support himself. Those hands inevitably pressed onto Lu Yin’s firm, robust chest muscles.
“Teacher… Teacher…”
Indistinct murmurs reached Zhuang He’s ears. He looked at Lu Yin, whose gaze was still somewhat blurred and clearly in a state of confusion. He guessed the other hadn’t recovered his senses yet, but he himself could no longer transmit spiritual power. He could only try to wake him by calling out.
“Lu Yin? Lu Yin, wake up.”
Zhuang He leaned down, one hand braced on Lu Yin’s chest while the other touched Lu Yin’s cheek. After a moment of thought, he gave it two light pats—very light, like a feather brushing past.
But no matter how he called, Lu Yin couldn’t respond with normal speech, only murmuring incessantly.
And following Lu Yin’s murmurs, Zhuang He felt a warm touch stroking his lower back.
Immediately, he gave a whole-body jolt. His senses cleared significantly, and he lifted a leg, wanting to get off Lu Yin. But his hips were immediately pressed down by a pair of large hands, forcing him to sit steadily on Lu Yin.
Then, the hands on his hips trailed down his thin trousers to his thighs. Zhuang He’s leg flesh was pinned tightly, making it even harder to break free.
Left with no choice, he tried to wake Lu Yin once more.
“Lu Yin! Get a hold of yourself! Look clearly at who I am!”
He leaned over and pinched Lu Yin’s cheek, his other hand having already reached Lu Yin’s neck. With just a little force, he could snap the boy’s throat.
But Lu Yin turned a deaf ear, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Zhuang He as if he wanted to peel his skin and swallow him whole.
Zhuang He sensed a trace of danger, but right now, aside from killing Lu Yin, there was no second route of escape.
Only now did he begin to regret; all the skills he had taught Lu Yin were being used by the boy on him.
The two remained in this position for a long while. Zhuang He had a bit of a headache. Fortunately, his spiritual power had recovered slightly, so he immediately summoned it. A beautiful golden birdcage enveloped the two of them.
With the infusion of golden threads, Lu Yin’s expression became somewhat pained. He closed his eyes in agony, yet the hands pressing on Zhuang He’s legs didn’t retract. Instead, they began to rustle back and forth in a stroking motion.
Zhuang He felt his skin through the fabric grow itchy from the stroking. He pulled inward slightly, trying to avoid it, only to suddenly sense an anomaly.
The softest part of his body felt a concave sensation. Although Zhuang He had never had this kind of experience, he had undergone systematic learning. His first reaction wasn’t embarrassment, but the realization that Lu Yin’s condition was beginning to deteriorate.
It wasn’t just that kind of reaction; the meridians within Lu Yin’s body were bulging. If left unchecked, there would be only one outcome.
He would explode and die.
Although Zhuang He knew of this condition, it was his first time encountering it, and he was suddenly at a loss.
He tried to get off Lu Yin again, but he was still held tightly by his legs. His soft leg flesh was pressed close to Lu Yin’s already hardened body. Even through the fabric, he could feel the heat almost burning his skin.
What should he do now?
Zhuang He fell into confusion. His spiritual power hadn’t fully recovered. What should he do? Should he report to the main system? Report to the Empire?
But… if he did, he wasn’t sure what “they” would do to Lu Yin. If they took Lu Yin away because of this and made him go through what he himself had once experienced…
This made Zhuang He feel a bit of pity. He didn’t want Lu Yin to go through that; the boy’s background was already tragic enough without undergoing such torment.
He wouldn’t let “them” take Lu Yin away.
Having made a decision in his heart, Zhuang He still didn’t know how to handle Lu Yin’s condition.
Just then, Lu Yin’s palms also grew burning hot. He seemed to be relying on an instinct, his blood-hungry eyes looking at Zhuang He.
“Teacher… Teacher…”
Zhuang He didn’t dare struggle violently now. He could only lean down and respond in a low voice: “I’m here. It’s okay. Nothing will happen.”
The warm, gentle voice reached Lu Yin’s ears. He felt so hot, so uncomfortable. His heart was pounding violently, like being on a roller coaster. He felt like he was dying.
But when the familiar fragrance and soft body drew near him, Lu Yin felt like he was bathed in a spring breeze.
He wanted to touch the person before him.
Instinct overcame reason. He reached out to control the person who made him feel comfortable, and the inescapable fragrance drifted into his nose.
So comfortable, so familiar… who was it? Teacher… Teacher… Zhuang He. Is it Zhuang He?
Lu Yin felt he might be dreaming. Otherwise, why would the person who only appeared in his dreams be on top of him?
Since it was a dream, could he do anything to the Teacher to get his way? It was a dream anyway; the other wouldn’t know.
Those suppressed, dormant emotions flooded out. Lu Yin let out a low groan from his throat. He wanted to go deeper, to get more of that fragrance, to touch more of that smooth, slippery sensation.
That would give him relief. That would make him comfortable.
Zhuang He’s cold expression cracked, revealing a rare hint of embarrassment.
Although he knew how these things were done, it was his first time personally, which left him very much at a loss.
But his legs were being pressed very tightly, leaving him with no escape. He could only lean forward or backward, and it felt like either direction wasn’t good.
The sensation grew increasingly clear and burning. Lu Yin’s movements were no longer restrained. Zhuang He felt a surge of heat erupt within his own body as well, burning his mind.
Zhuang He’s gaze was vacant, not daring to look at Lu Yin. Right now he was like a green boy; gone was his usual composure.
The feeling between them became more and more obvious, burning him until it was painful. It didn’t feel like they were separated by thin fabric, but rather as if their skin were touching. Zhuang He braced his hands on Lu Yin’s firm chest muscles, looking left and right—anything to avoid looking at the man beneath him.
But the man took the initiative to release one hand, letting go of the thigh that might have finger-marks pinched into it. Then he lifted that small, delicate chin, forcing Zhuang He to look at him.
Zhuang He dazed for a second. Upon snapping back, he immediately lifted a leg and tried to flip over to leave this dangerous place, his face looking very flushed and vivid, like a luscious red fruit.
Just as he was about to pull away and leave, his wrist was suddenly grabbed again. He was flipped over by Lu Yin and pinned to the floor. The cold floor eased the heat on Zhuang He’s back significantly.
The movement that followed, however, made Zhuang He’s eyes widen.
Lu Yin didn’t press his entire body on top after flipping him. Instead, he reached out a hand to pin Zhuang He face-up on the floor, while his other large hand reached around his knees—which were tense from nervousness—and lifted them.
Both legs were brought together, long and tense. He pressed the bent knees against his own cheek, the calves that couldn’t support themselves hooking diagonally around Lu Yin’s neck.
Zhuang He’s eyes were wide. He didn’t know it could be done like this. But the feeling between them was too obvious, making him feel a bit uncomfortable—a discomfort that had overridden the awkwardness of having his legs suspended.
Heat, panic, and terror were all mixed together. Zhuang He’s mind was a mess. He couldn’t quite understand the current situation and could only be forced to watch Lu Yin act recklessly.
It was unclear how much time passed—even the air was saturated with their spiritual power, and an ambiguous atmosphere was poised to ignite—before Lu Yin finally gripped those soft legs tightly. The fabric was gripped into folds, leaving vivid finger-marks on the skin beneath.
Zhuang He’s hands were still pinned to the floor. He looked up at the ceiling, his expression blank.
An unfamiliar pleasure swept through Zhuang He’s entire body. He wanted to call out to Lu Yin to wake his reason, but he could only let out low whimpers.
He never knew that this kind of thing would be so… pleasurable and comfortable.
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