Chapter 49 First Bloom in the Mirror Senior Brother, I will not let you go, never…
A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Xiao Huaiyuan is bluffing him; he must not take it seriously.
Having been inseparable for many years, Fu Ming knew Xiao Huaiyuan no less than Xiao Huaiyuan knew him. His junior brother was proud, stubborn, and possessed a subtle perfectionism. Furthermore, since he felt no discomfort in his body when he returned to life, Fu Ming figured Xiao Huaiyuan wouldn't have done anything to the corpse.
Fu Ming tried his best to keep his eyes empty and lifeless, letting Xiao Huaiyuan manipulate him into an extremely shameful and open state. The wind blowing cold from his groin made him look like a useless and undignified brothel doll.
He did not give up the struggle, but was waiting for an opportunity to strike and escape when Xiao Huaiyuan lowered his guard.
But Fu Mingyuan was not as self-controlled as he had expected.
Xiao Huaiyuan now resembled a maddened large dog, relentlessly grinding against the soft flesh of his nape, his rough hands moving down his waistline, sending shivers down his spine.
It was around noon, and the bamboo windows, which were propped open, were wide open, letting in the golden sunlight. The white and hot sunlight piled up on Fu Ming's skin, which had not seen the sun for a long time, giving him the illusion that he was being roasted.
And indeed it was so. Iron arms pressed him against the mirror and rubbed him, while a red-hot iron rod stubbornly rubbed against the ditch, making him feel like a small boat tossed about in the waves.
Fu Ming's flushed cheeks warmed the cold glass as he rubbed them together, and drops of water slid down the mirror. Looking at his own foolish reflection, he felt a rare sense of fear.
He shouldn't have any feelings; how could his body have become so sensitive?
Someone noticed his loss of composure even faster than Fu Ming himself. The bamboo shoots, just beginning to sprout, were grabbed and plucked, leaving only drops of sap to drip through their fingers.
The rushing stream was abruptly cut off, trapped in the hands of one man, and what he wanted was...
Xiao Huaiyuan finally smiled genuinely: "Senior brother, didn't you say you were in love with a woman? Why are you so unable to extricate yourself now?"
After saying that, he casually opened the old rosewood cabinet, took out an item, and showed it to Fu Ming. His movements were fluid and graceful, clearly premeditated.
First, there was a crudely made brass hairpin with a slightly pointed end and a tassel of poor-quality pearls adorning the head.
Fu Ming was a few beats slow to realize that this was the hairpin he wore when he disguised himself as a woman from Tianxiang Tower.
What are you going to do with this?
Xiao Huaiyuan said, "Disciples of the Tianyan Sect must be careful with their words and deeds, and be honest and trustworthy. This is the punishment for your senior brother's full of lies."
The clash between icy cold and scorching heat, the raw pain of being forcibly opened up, caused Fu Ming to reflexively retreat, only to be forcefully trapped between the bronze mirror and the wooden cabinet.
Seeing Fu Ming dodge, Xiao Huaiyuan showed no pity whatsoever. He simply raised his right arm high and, with the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, struck at Fu Ming's most private and vulnerable spot.
His tone was exactly the same as it was on the day of the recruitment meeting: "Escaping punishment is an even greater crime."
Xiao Huaiyuan, you've gone too far!
His junior brother has truly learned all the principles of propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame, but he doesn't know that those few rules of the sect don't mean that at all. Besides, what kind of executioner gets more excited as he inflicts punishment!
One slap, two slaps... ten slaps, Xiao Huaiyuan specifically targeted the plump, fleshy parts, striking the fair skin until it turned a deep red.
With his dantian empty and reduced to a mortal, Fu Ming's exceptional agility was rendered useless by the difference in their cultivation levels. However, his combat experience remained profound, and after enduring so many blows, he finally found a gap to dodge amidst the fierce palm winds.
Xiao Huaiyuan was too slow! Fu Ming lunged forward and slid towards the opening revealed when the man raised his arm.
But just before breaking through, a splash of cold water hit half of his body, from the tip of his nose to the base of his legs, leaving him no chance to escape.
Fu Ming's usually squinting peach blossom eyes were wide open at this moment, revealing a hint of naivety and innocence in someone who had never experienced such things.
……Depend on.
Xiao Huaiyuan didn't seem to mind the dirt at all. He raised his hand to wipe the grime off Fu Ming's face, and then turned his head to kiss him.
Layers of bamboo shadows swayed against the window.
Fu Ming closed his eyes and let him do as he pleased, somewhat absent-minded.
He was used to being forcibly kissed by men; he just considered it like being chewed by a dog. But there was still one thing that bothered him.
His spiritual power seems to have recovered a little.
It seemed to be the effect of the soul-summoning array engraved on his lower abdomen. The array had just heated up and glowed, allowing him to passively absorb the essence of a Nascent Soul cultivator and transform it into a trickle of minute spiritual energy.
It wasn't much, but it was enough. Fu Ming was calculating what moves he could use with this amount of spiritual power as he slipped away from the mirror to the doorway.
Xiao Huaiyuan has always been the type to respond to gentle persuasion but not force, and this has been true since he was a child. If you argue with him, he will not give an inch, but if you buy him a candied hawthorn a couple of days later to appease him, he will calm down.
Under his appeasement tactics, Xiao Huaiyuan seemed to have lowered his guard, got up on his own to rummage through the cabinet for something, and didn't even use any binding rope to tie him up. It was truly a stroke of luck.
After removing his outer robe and wearing only a sleeveless shirt, Xiao Huaiyuan's back view appeared even more robust, with his exposed upper arms showing prominent, bulging muscles.
This undoubtedly made Fu Ming very envious. He didn't know if it was due to his cultivation method or his physique, but his own muscles just couldn't grow bigger. For a long time, they were just a thin layer, and coupled with his fair skin, they weren't very intimidating.
But at this crucial moment, he still has to thank himself for following the agile physical style.
Fu Ming gathered his breath and merged his body into the breeze, like a stream of air rushing outwards.
The door was ajar, probably due to Xiao Huaiyuan's perverse sense of humor; this man, who spoke during the day, never even closed the windows. This side room, uninhabited for many years, was not large, only about twenty feet square. Once he successfully got out, he could quickly teleport away from there.
Three feet, two feet, Fu Ming's half hand had already touched the hot and intense sunlight.
Bang!
Suddenly, a tremendous force came from his ankle, pulling him backward. It was the Binding Immortal Rope that flew in silently. Xiao Huaiyuan held the Binding Immortal Rope with one hand and started to feel upward from his ankle with the other.
Fu Ming couldn't keep up the act any longer and burst out cursing, "Xiao Huaiyuan, you ungrateful little brat, what exactly do you want to do!"
Xiao Huaiyuan only replied with one sentence: "Fuck you."
Where did you learn all this? Did he teach you this stuff?
He soon found out who Xiao Huaiyuan's master was. Xiao Huaiyuan's broad hand gripped his waist tightly, forcing him into an awkward crawling position.
Xiao Huaiyuan slowly peeled the lychee shells, leaving a layer of thin cotton cloth scattered on the floor, revealing the glistening inside. Then he said, "Senior brother, let's try out all the patterns in this book."
He said his collector's edition of the complete collection of erotic books had gone missing. It's true what they say, you can guard against anything, but it's hard to guard against a thief within your own family!
Fu Ming, whose chin was lifted by Xiao Huaiyuan, laughed in anger: "I thought you had suffered a shock and your personality had changed drastically, but it turns out you had filthy intentions from the very beginning."
What Xiao Huaiyuan loved most was his senior brother's carefree attitude of laughing and scolding all living beings. The more Fu Ming scolded, the happier he became.
Fu Ming, enraged, launched a barrage of attacks: "You're having a good time watching me get played like a fool, aren't you?"
"Xiao Huaiyuan, you wouldn't watch me masturbate at night, would you? How disgusting... ah."
"Why did you stop talking, senior brother?"
Fu Ming couldn't utter a single word.
This wasn't like before when Xiao Huaiyuan pinched his tongue; it was pure, unbearable pain.
He was like a clam whose shell was forcibly pried open, its soft interior wantonly ravaged by pearl diggers; or like an abalone placed on an oven, constantly curling up as it was roasted.
The red-hot blade wasn't satisfied with just slicing him open; it used a dull knife to cut him repeatedly, sawing and sawing.
He never imagined that getting close to someone could be so painful.
Fu Ming trembled like a leaf, unable to even kneel, his black hair flowing down in perfect arc. His eyes were moist and tinged with a faint red, the pure black, white and red colors making his appearance extremely handsome, even surpassing the most beautiful courtesans.
Xiao Huaiyuan held that strand of soft, long hair in his palm. He wanted to touch his senior brother's face, but found that Fu Ming's lips had completely lost their color and his face was covered with a layer of cold tears.
Fu Ming's body was covered in wounds and his constitution was extremely weak. After being tortured like this several times, he had long lost the strength to resist. His vision was blurry, and he could only breathe rapidly.
Xiao Huaiyuan asked softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Suppressing his anger, Fu Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't this... nonsense?"
What else could have caused him to soften up?
Unexpectedly, Xiao Huaiyuan did not stop at all, but instead intensified his efforts, probing deeper and deeper like a snake crawling into a hole. Fu Ming was so frightened that he tried his best to crawl out, but was cruelly dragged back.
Xiao Huaiyuan truly hated him, but he also truly loved him.
He really didn't know what to do with his senior brother, so he could only kiss Fu Ming while making him cry tears of pain.
That was a raging fire from the eighteenth level of hell, determined to burn them all to ashes.
It's so hot, so hot.
Beyond the pure pain, a strange evil fire arose from nowhere, spreading from Fu Ming's lower abdomen to his limbs and bones.
It was those array patterns. He should have realized it sooner. Xiao Huaiyuan was skilled in array techniques, and with just a slight modification, he could give the array additional functions.
After being carefully tormented, Fu Ming, like a clam, began to drip with oily liquid. Inside the room that held their childhood memories, some sticky, wet sounds also arose.
If Fu Ming were still conscious, he would have immediately realized that this was not a man's proper reaction, but he had been in pain for too long and desperately wanted to be free.
To alleviate the pain, he was even willing to put his arms around Xiao Huaiyuan's shoulders and neck, and he would call him any shameless nickname he could think of.
His hoarse voice, reciting sweet nothings to his wife, husband, brother, and sister, always had a unique charm that could calm Xiao Huaiyuan down for a while. This trick never failed him.
Suddenly, it sounded like fireworks exploding in his ears, and Fu Ming's rationality completely broke down, flowing like a torrent.
The peach tree that he and Xiao Huaiyuan cultivated together has already borne fruit, with several plump, crimson peaches hanging from it.
The peach flesh, soaked up in the sun, is soft, mushy, and bright red; with just a gentle press, sweet juice will gush out.
Outside the window, the bamboo shadows swayed and pressed against the peach leaves, truly a scene of pear blossoms pressing down on crabapple blossoms. The shadows turned past the window frame, brushed against the door, and finally ushered in a magnificent pink and purple sunset.
Her face, as beautiful as a rose, was reflected in the mirror, her swollen eyebrows and eyes exuding a strong charm.
Xiao Huaiyuan seemed to have taken some kind of magic potion, remaining energetic despite all the commotion. He insisted on reciting those erotic words in front of the mirror before he would release him from his shackles.
Interspersed with low breaths and angry shouts, Fu Ming spoke intermittently, his head sinking lower with each two words.
After saying that, he completely fainted.
Xiao Huaiyuan remained in this place, never separating from Fu Ming. He knew, of course, that Fu Ming would still try to escape if given the chance, but at this moment, he and Fu Ming were the closest people in the world.
"Senior brother, I will not let you go, never."
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Author's Note: Xiao Huaiyuan may lack technical skill, but he has plenty of tricks and strength.
The next chapter will continue in the dark room. [Okay]
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