Chapter 72 Killing the Demon 12

Ados was right. He couldn't actually give Inlai a good life. Even so, he didn't want to give up the engagement. He was like a useless, good-for-nothing husband whose partner had been taken away. He was furious and dragged Lu Cen further away.

Lu Cen tripped over his feet when he was pulled, and if he hadn't been holding onto his pants tightly, they would have fallen down. He didn't know what had gotten into him. "Luther, Luther, what are you doing?!"

Once they were far enough away from the cave, Luther pinned him against the tree, where he lost most of his sanity.

Amidst Lu Cen's panicked voice and expression, he kissed Lu Cen. Lu Cen was startled and turned his head to the side. Lu De's lips and tongue landed on Lu Cen's neck, causing the latter to tremble. Lu Cen felt as if he were possessed by a ghost. It was just going to the toilet, how could it have turned into this?

"Luther, Luther, please don't do this..."

Luther felt that Lu Cen and Ados had already become intimate, and that Lu Cen might have even kissed Lu Cen long ago. His jealousy burned fiercely, threatening to reduce him to ashes. He grabbed Lu Cen's chin and turned him around, his lips touching Lu Cen's. The instant their lips met, Luther's mind was filled with excitement. So soft, so incredibly soft...

Lu Cen felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Those moments he had deliberately forgotten, those scenes where he was completely overwhelmed and unable to resist, replayed repeatedly in his mind. His eyes quickly filled with fear, and he reached out to push him away, his words escaping his lips in a garbled manner, "Luther... no... let me go! Let me go!"

Before Luther kissed him, he thought of him as his partner and felt some concern and tenderness. But after the kiss, all reason and tenderness vanished, replaced by the primal male instinct to conquer. He even thought that he had been a gentleman for too long and had been too foolish.

This was such a comfortable thing, and he actually wasted so much of his precious time. He really shouldn't have done that.

Didn't the count and his wife refuse?

He should have coaxed him long ago, coaxed him into his bed, loved and cherished him, made him only have eyes for him, and made him dependent on him.

He would be completely imbued with Luther's scent, letting everyone know that he was Luther's man, for life, and would never change. At that point, would the Count and Lady still object?

Dark thoughts kept growing in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, even his fingers were trembling.

He reached in from Lu Cen's waist, playing with the delicate skin there, while his lips and tongue licked Lu Cen's lips. When he got excited, he even bit him a few times. Lu Cen felt the pain and instinctively arched his back. He didn't pay attention to his teeth and was forced in by Lu De. Lu De sucked on his soft tongue with relish, and the wet sounds were clear in the night. Lu De couldn't control himself when he heard it and kissed him more intensely. Lu Cen couldn't resist and grabbed his hair. He pulled Lu De back a little with a sudden force. His chest heaved violently, his clothes were messy and wrinkled, his cheeks were red, and his eyes had a charming look. He was fragile but had a stunning beauty.

Luther stared at him, mesmerized. How could someone be so beautiful?

How can she be so beautiful?

Luther lowered his head to lick it, as if he were mesmerized.

Lu Cen reached out and pulled his hair again, struggling to get him away from her. "What's wrong with you!"

"Am I going crazy?" Luther muttered, then looked up with a changed emotion in his eyes, a mixture of self-mockery and madness. "What's wrong? If Ados can do it, why can't I?"

His tone was calm, like the calm before a storm.

"Isn't it normal for unmarried partners to do this kind of thing? What are you resisting? What are you afraid of? Is it because of that disgusting rat, Ados, who steals other people's loved ones?!" Luther suddenly lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing his lower abdomen and hip bones covered with dense hickeys, some red, some almost healed, turning blue and purple. Judging from these marks, Lu Cen had been well-loved and pampered by someone.

Lu Cen followed the gaze and was startled. What was this thing?

Lu Cen remained silent, which Lu De took as tacit agreement. He then grabbed Lu Cen and twisted his hands behind his back, forcing Lu Cen to press against his chest. Lu Cen spread his legs, his pants barely stopping between his crotch. He was furious. "When are you going to stop being crazy? Let me go!"

Lu Cen didn't understand why Luther was so angry, or why he had to bring up Ados. He was just surprised at where those things on his waist and abdomen came from, but having dealt with so many strange people, he softened his tone, "Can't we talk things over properly? Don't do anything rash."

Luther couldn't hear him anymore. His lips and tongue moved closer to Lu Cen's body, leaving glistening water wherever they touched. His clothes were torn open. Luther bit Lu Cen's shoulder in a fit of anger, causing Lu Cen to cry out. A layer of mist rose in his eyes. It hurt so much, as if a piece of his flesh had been bitten off.

Lu Cen struggled fiercely, her body trembling from the stimulation of those soft lips. "Enough!"

He wasn't very strong, and he squirmed in Luther's arms, which drove Luther even more crazy. He grabbed Lu Cen's hair with one hand, leaving him nowhere to escape, and kissed Lu Cen's lips again. They were soft, soft all over, and the touch had a magical power, a fatal attraction, making Luther want more, want more. He wasn't satisfied with the intimacy before him, so he turned Lu Cen over and pressed him down from behind. The smooth lower back pressed against Luther's lower abdomen, and the sensation made Luther gasp, his arm veins bulging, and he breathed heavily for a few moments.

Lu Cen was in great pain. Although his hands were freed, he was pinned to the tree and couldn't break free. The man behind him was passionate, his breathing made him feel uneasy, and his body temperature felt like it was burning him. He kept saying, "Luther, Luther, can you calm down?"

"Don't do this..."

"We're engaged, please don't be so mean..."

"What did I do to upset you? What made you unhappy? Tell me, and I'll apologize. Please apologize, okay? I apologize..."

His voice trembled as he spoke, shaking with excessive fear.

Luther paused behind him for a few seconds, and Lu Cen thought he had been persuaded and felt hopeful. But then the person behind him grabbed his thin waist and bit down on the back of his neck without mercy. Lu Cen felt like he was being held by a wild beast.

He let out a short, startled cry, terrified to the extreme.

Luther, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his waist, sweat pouring down his forehead.

He and Inlai had only ever held hands before, never experienced anything like this before. He was so excited he didn't know what to do. He instinctively absorbed everything he could, and his hand became rough and forceful. Lu Cen was in a lot of pain and wanted to slap him, but his hand wouldn't move.

Seeing that Luther's men were going too far, Lu Cen knew exactly what Luther was up to. He resisted fiercely and stubbornly. Normally, Luther would have comforted him and coaxed him, but this time he wouldn't let Lu Cen have his way.

Men's desire for something is stronger than anything else, so he turned Lu Cen over again.

Seeing Lu Cen resist, he couldn't do anything to him for the time being. He raised his head, his eyes flashing with anger, and, enraged, grabbed Lu Cen by the neck.

Luther often hunted in the Roshi Forest. To ensure the survival of his prey, he would shoot them in the legs. Small animals were tied up and thrown into a basket, while larger ones, like he was doing now, were strangled to quickly drain their strength until he could do whatever he wanted with them.

So Lu Cen wasn't in too much pain, but the air was being squeezed out of his lungs little by little. At first he could still breathe, but later he could only get a little air even when he tried hard. His face turned red from the brief suffocation. He loosely grasped Lu De's arm, trying to stop him, but his body slowly slid down, his throat bobbing up and down, his mouth half open, uttering mutterings, whether he was begging for mercy or cursing.

Luther lifted him up and kissed him again.

He was panting heavily, completely captivated by Lu Cen's appearance. He was mesmerized and infatuated, and lowered his head to lick Lu Cen's eyes. Lu Cen said in a hoarse voice, "No..."

Luther didn't care what he said, he held him tightly by the shoulders.

Seeing Luther poised to strike, Lu Cen finally lost his fragile composure. He grabbed Luther's wrist, the feeling both strange and exciting, like the last full meal before his execution. He gasped for breath, his eyes quickly welling up with tears that streamed down his face. He was soaked through with sweat, phlegm, and unstoppable tears.

"Why are you crying? Don't cry." Luther said, "It breaks my heart to see you cry. You know I love you the most and I can't stand seeing you suffer."

"Be good, okay?"

"Don't move, just a moment, just a moment..."

He grabbed Lu Cen's chin, and as if seduced, lowered his head to kiss his lips. Lu Cen felt all his strength drained away, and he looked like he had been pulled out of the water in a disheveled state.

His body trembled, and his fingers unconsciously clenched Luther's clothes.

It seems like they are relying on each other, or perhaps seeking help.

At this moment, Luther felt that this person completely belonged to him, was his person, the person he would spend his life with, and would always be with him and never be separated.

He pressed close to Lu Cen's body and successfully saw that Lu Cen's pupils were shrunken with fear, and his face was as red as a ripe peach, so sweet that it would yield sweet juice if squeezed.

"So beautiful, how could it be so beautiful?" Luther murmured.

Lu Cen felt a chill run through him, and his exposed skin appeared almost translucent in the moonlight. He cried uncontrollably, trembling with fear.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and cried, "I...I used my hand..."

The voice was so pitiful.

Lu Cen hugged Luther's waist, her eyes wet with tears, almost pleading, "Please..."

Luther remained silent, then lowered his head and kissed Lucen's hair, his heart softening.

The two of them stayed there quietly for a while.

Lu Cen took a breath, her eyes were red-rimmed, her nose was red, and her lips and chin were wet. She looked disheveled, but she also had a kind of mature charm.

The marks on his neck from being choked created a suggestive atmosphere, sparking endless imagination. Luther's tall figure completely obscured his view, and even the moonlight could only glimpse a part of the scene; the rest fell into Luther's eyes.

Luther sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"