Hui Tian Ch100

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Chapter 100

It represents the collapse of will and the imminent complete surrender.

In the midst of spinning and swirling, Shen Zhuo staggered as he was carried away. Bai Sheng took a few strides out of the bathroom, effortlessly threw Shen Zhuo onto the big bed, turned around, picked up the half glass of whiskey he had poured earlier, drank it in one gulp, and then bent down to pry open Shen Zhuo’s mouth, pouring it all down his throat.

The spicy, fragrant alcohol gave Shen Zhuo a bit of stimulation, allowing him to briefly regain a slight sense of consciousness amidst the chaos. Instinctively, he wanted to cough it out: “Cough, cough! Cough—”

“Swallow it.” Bai Sheng kneeled on the edge of the bed, his palm covering Shen Zhuo’s mouth. “Swallow it, and you will suffer a lot less later.”

Shen Zhuo furrowed his brows in confusion. This lying position completely exposed his vulnerable throat, the line of which disappeared into ambiguous shadows. Bai Sheng’s palm slowly moved down along the warm skin of his neck, then he bent down and planted a kiss amidst the intense scent of alcohol.

It was actually a very tender kiss, as if he had finally touched the supreme treasure of his life.

“It’s something to prevent you from getting hurt,” he whispered, his eyes shimmering with a fervent glow. “Just a little bit is enough.”

The wood burning in the fireplace popped out sparks, which were drowned out by other subtle sounds.

Shen Zhuo’s entire body was soaked through, his usually neat hair in complete disarray, making him look somewhat embarrassed. But his body temperature had already started to rise, his blood was uncontrollably pounding through his veins, and a thin layer of red began to appear on his eyelids.

“…What did you give me?” Shen Zhuo barely managed to make a sound, “What was in that drink?”

Bai Sheng did not answer.

The clothes fell silently onto the carpet, and the drug in the alcohol quickly took effect, combining with the nervous aftereffects to swiftly strip Shen Zhuo of his last bit of sanity. He couldn’t even lift his hands, his entire body feeling like it was sinking into a soft cloud, sensing the scorching kisses moving down his throat until suddenly his lower body was enveloped in a warm mouth.

“…!”

Shen Zhuo had always been very averse to this, reflexively wanting to resist, but it seemed like all the drug’s effects were concentrated on that fatal organ, the intense pleasure like a demonic claw instantly seizing all his willpower.

It was actually a very stimulating scene: the imperious tyrant kneeling there, bowing his head, repeatedly sucking and licking that erect organ.

Shen Zhuo had never experienced such immense pleasure while sober. His fingers were deeply embedded in Bai Sheng’s black hair, wanting to push him away but unable to move, unable to resist the other’s full effort to provide sucking comfort. At the peak of the climax, he couldn’t help but arch his back in response.

Until his senses exploded, like fireworks bursting in his mind, Shen Zhuo threw his head back, emitting a suppressed gasp.

The pleasure of climax overwhelmed him, and all the strength in his body was draining away like the tide. Shen Zhuo’s ice-thin cheeks flushed red, his eyes unfocused and dazed, watching Bai Sheng lift his head, his Adam’s apple sliding up and down.

He looked calm, even having swallowed it all.

“…You…”

Shen Zhuo’s ears were buzzing, unable to hear his own voice, but Bai Sheng’s brief laugh penetrated his eardrums, carrying a mixed, dangerous undertone.

“I love you,” he said, bent down, and kissed Shen Zhuo’s forehead, as if softly whispering a secret.

“Not long after I met you, this thought came to my mind… One day I will capture this beauty for myself.”

Shen Zhuo, in his dazed state, couldn’t react.

“I will hold him in my palm and lock him up; no one can hurt him, and anyone who dares to covet him will die. I want him sitting on me, fucked until he’s crying and broken, unable to even stand, with his eyes only seeing me.”

Bai Sheng’s palm moved down, his arm encircling Shen Zhuo’s waist, effortlessly lifting him up, and in an instant, their positions reversed.

The afterglow still eroded his bones; Shen Zhuo’s body was soft and powerless, and his legs were forced open as wide as possible, straddling Bai Sheng’s waist. Suddenly, a throbbing organ emerged with the change of posture, so engorged that it looked almost terrifying, pressing against Shen Zhuo’s thigh.

“No…” Shen Zhuo gasped, sensing the impending danger, “Get it away…”

Bai Sheng’s response was to affectionately stroke his nose, one hand sliding down his spine, then fingers squeezing into the most private entrance.

It was just two fingers, but for Shen Zhuo, the stimulation was still too much. His thin back suddenly went rigid, desperately trying to escape, but Bai Sheng’s strong hand gripped his side tightly, the other hand persistently probing, the knuckles ignoring any resistance, starting to expand.

Normally, it would have been impossible, but the drug mixed in the whiskey had fully dispersed by now.

Shen Zhuo panted urgently, his breath filled with trembling, sweetish air. All his muscles were forced to relax to the extreme; the weak internal walls were unable to resist the invasion, and all his sensations focused on those two detestable fingers inside him.

The unfamiliar desire came rushing in; he didn’t even know what he wanted, the tight inner walls helplessly squeezing the intruder, the subtle wet sounds becoming clearer and louder with the thrusting.

“So wet so quickly,” Bai Sheng restrained his grip on Shen Zhuo’s waist. If not for his current actions, his tone could have been considered calm and composed. “Can you feel it getting wet too?”

The water soaked through the joints of his fingers, but then Shen Zhuo, as if lashed, jerked violently upwards because a third finger was forcibly inserted!

“Get… out…”

Bai Sheng was on the verge of losing control, his grip tightening around Shen Zhuo’s waist. He turned his head to kiss his earlobe, his painfully hard organ unbearably pressing upward.

“Want the fingers out?” He panted, heat in his breath, “Fine.”

The tormenting fingers finally withdrew, but before Shen Zhuo could even catch his breath, the empty entrance clenched desperately, moisture wetting his firm inner thighs.

Then Bai Sheng grabbed his hair, forcing him to raise his face to meet his gaze, planting a frenzied, passionate kiss.

“Look at me, Shen Zhuo.”

His vision blurred, and Shen Zhuo could only cling to Bai Sheng’s shoulders, his eyes unable to focus.

But Bai Sheng didn’t care, for the tyrant was about to get his wish, with extreme excitement filling his veins.

“See clearly that it’s me fucking you; it’s me.”

“I’m the one who caught you.”

As if ruthlessly stripping away precious petals from layers of wrapping, that strong organ mercilessly thrusted in!

“Ah…!”

Just the sight of that ferocious crown was enough to terrify anyone out of their wits. 

Shen Zhuo’s vision went dark, nearly suffocating, as his fingernails dug into the bite mark on Bai Sheng’s shoulder, immediately causing blood to seep into the imprints.

It was too big, abnormally huge, like a lethal weapon.

Even with the small hole soaked in aphrodisiac, it couldn’t go in. Shen Zhuo’s back arched so much it was about to break, one hand desperately supporting the mattress, trying to avoid the thick shaft from penetrating, but this bit of strength was insignificant in front of Bai Sheng. Bai Sheng’s physical strength was far superior, like a beast clutching a fragile bird, having to control his fingers’ force to avoid hurting that thin waist. Overcoming this resistance was as easy as pie, forcing the weapon in inch by inch.

“No…!” Shen Zhuo strained to lift his head, cold sweat soaking his arched throat, almost collapsing: “No, it can’t go in… No!”

“You can do it.” Bai Sheng couldn’t bear for Shen Zhuo’s gaze to leave him for even a moment, panting as he grabbed Shen Zhuo’s chin, obsessively murmuring, “Look at me… Look at me.”

Swallowing the crown almost took half his life, and every inch that followed felt like being whipped by electric currents, until reaching a certain depth. Shen Zhuo let out a sudden sound as if struck by high voltage, his insides convulsing abruptly!

He really was at his limit.

Fluids trickled down his legs, his hole twitching uncontrollably. His brain went blank.

But unfortunately, he couldn’t see that the terrifying thing hadn’t fully entered, with half still ominously waiting outside.

“Don’t be afraid… Don’t be afraid.” Bai Sheng began to move slowly, enduring, his voice distorted by pleasure, kissing Shen Zhuo’s soaked eyelashes repeatedly: “I love you, it’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

At first, it was just slight nudging, then gradually speeding up amidst wet sounds, the shaft’s bulging veins rubbing against the small hole, causing it to clench desperately. The dual stimulation of the drug and physical sensation formed chains, binding Shen Zhuo’s hands and feet. He couldn’t even straighten his waist, trembling all over as he leaned on Bai Sheng’s shoulder, tears flowing into his neck.

Too full.

It couldn’t go in any further; he really couldn’t take more.

But Bai Sheng’s excitement made his fingers tremble, pressing Shen Zhuo’s head into his neck, overwhelming joy surging through his veins, his temple veins throbbing, pleasure hammering at his heart.

Psychological satisfaction overshadowed the frustration of not being able to fully insert, with only one thought in his mind: This person belongs to me.

He couldn’t escape; he was truly in my grasp.

“Ah…!”

The penis brushed against a certain angle, causing Shen Zhuo to gasp suddenly. 

Bai Sheng keenly noticed something, biting his earlobe and huskily asking, “Is it here?”

Shen Zhuo pressed his forehead against Bai Sheng’s shoulder: “Slow… slow down—!”

His tone suddenly changed because Bai Sheng gripped his waist, starting to thrust rapidly at that angle.

Even half of the penis stretched the hole to its limit, doubled pleasure striking every nerve like lightning. Shen Zhuo’s nerves were relentlessly whipped, his insides surging like a massive wave, violently arching backward with a fierce thrust, his passage frantically contracting!

He was climaxing again.

This time it was forcefully driven out, his brain going blank from overstimulation and losing consciousness.

Fluids uncontrollably flowed down his legs; their abdomens stuck together, unbearably sticky. But Shen Zhuo felt nothing, the drug fully dispersing, leaving him without the strength to prop himself up and escape, lying in Bai Sheng’s arms as his passage desperately sucked the huge, burning weapon.

Then he felt a kiss fall on his temple. Bai Sheng seemed to murmur something hoarsely, his tone trembling with extreme excitement.

Just as fear started to rise in Shen Zhuo’s heart, Bai Sheng mercilessly used his strength to press his waist down hard!

With a loud squelch, the remaining half was finally forced in, breaking through the tightest inner wall.

For those ten-odd seconds, Shen Zhuo felt dead, his nerves twitching and his organs spasming, desperately trying to expel the huge object but to no avail.

It was a form of orgasmic torture.

If he could look down, he would see his flat abdomen bulging with the terrifying shape of the penis, his thigh muscles contracting, unable to kneel, and his weight supported entirely by Bai Sheng’s hands.

In the dim light, Bai Sheng panted heavily, staring intently at Shen Zhuo’s closed eyes. 

He could no longer hide his violent, greedy nature; his eyes were bloodshot, obsessively infatuated. Strong fingers pinched Shen Zhuo’s lower face, silencing his whimpers, and he felt physiological tears seep through his fingers.

“You can’t escape.” Veins throbbed on Bai Sheng’s temple, his voice hoarse and indistinguishable, wanting to pierce his lover’s trembling soul.

“I love you; I will hold you like this forever, unable to escape, together until death.”

Shen Zhuo’s eardrums rang, unable to hear what he was saying, as Bai Sheng turned to passionately kiss him, licking away the cold tears from his face like a dragon hoarding treasure, then biting his earlobe and thrusting madly again!

A storm of thrusts battered the passage, violently striking deep, raising waves of agonizing pleasure. Ecstasy, sourness, and pain turned into thousands of whips, overwhelming and corrosive, causing the intestines to convulse violently, involving the entire abdomen.

Shen Zhuo’s consciousness lasted only a few seconds before breaking, then being forcibly awakened again. The disparity in their physical strength was too great. His bones seemed to melt, hollowed out, too soft to straighten, forced to endure the violent pounding, teetering on the edge of collapse.

Bai Sheng kissed him madly, losing the last shred of reason.

His inherent brutality and repressed desires erupted completely, engulfing him like a blazing fire. He was unaware of how violent his thrusts were, only feeling his blood pounding at his temple and possessiveness screaming from the depths of his soul.

Wet sounds echoed through the bedroom, the bed creaking urgently. In the end, his thrusts lost rhythm, violently deep and fierce, each seemingly to drag Shen Zhuo’s soul from the void into his arms, merging them as one.

You can never leave me again.

No matter the future’s wars and thorns, the world will know we are together, inseparable till death.

The last few thrusts were deep and brutal, making the waist and hips creak under the strain. Suddenly, Shen Zhuo let out a gasp as he felt the weapon throb violently.

Then, a hot stream finally erupted deep inside, filling his passage rapidly.

Swallowing it was unbearably painful, but the assault seemed endless. Eventually, the massive flow couldn’t be contained and was forced out of the overstretched hole, flowing down his legs.

Double-S pheromones penetrated his bloodstream, circulating throughout his body.

No one could resist such a peak evolutionary pheromone’s pressure, signifying complete submission and surrender.

Shen Zhuo collapsed, drenched as if pulled from water. Bai Sheng’s hand on his hip, supporting his weight, tightly embraced him, kissing him repeatedly with devouring joy.

From now on, for at least half a month, Shen Zhuo would love him wholeheartedly, with no reservations or secrets; he would submit to the tyrant while becoming the supreme ruler of the tyrant’s life.

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