LRPB CH29

CW: NSFW

Zhou Hui’s first reaction was not surprise, but shock.

The crowd grew larger, the buzz of conversation louder, no longer whispers but an open clamor. Although Chu He’s height and build were apparent, and his slim-fit shirt revealed he had no chest, his face was androgynous. His soft, lustrous long hair was tied in a ponytail and draped over one shoulder, the ends slightly curled. Zhou Hui heard several young men arguing with their companions, “It’s a woman! Definitely a woman!”

Even more people pulled out their phones, excitedly taking pictures and uploading them, the clicks of phone cameras sounding all around.

Zhou Hui could no longer bear it. He pushed his way to the front of the crowd and patted Chu He’s shoulder. “Lao Si”

Chu He turned back and smiled faintly at him.

—That smile was simply devastating. Zhou Hui clearly heard the sound of several people behind him nearly fainting.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you using that human body…”

“Mixing a drink for you,” Chu He said lightly. “I wanted to give you a surprise.”

Helpless, Zhou Hui knocked on the bar, using a fierce glare to signal the bartender to quickly give way. The poor bartender was already in a state of confusion. He had forgotten to even take the money left on the counter, and stared at Chu He’s face without blinking as he obediently stepped aside.

Chu He gracefully moved behind the bar and picked up bottles of vodka, brandy, and Bacardi 151.

“The water of the human realm is no match for the Heavenly Dao’s ice spring.” He casually tossed a bottle in the air, caught it, opened it, and poured a shallow layer into a shaker, smiling. “Legend has it that Asura women are beautiful, while the god Indra has the finest wines, all because he has exclusive access to the ice spring. Back then, when I visited the Demon Lord, I diverted the ice spring from the Heavenly Dao’s Six-Tusked White Elephant Mountain to the Asura Path. The wine brewed from that ice spring water is clear and mellow, no less than Indra’s fine wine. From then on, the ice spring in the Asura Path was called the Eye of the Four Evil Paths.”

His long, slender fingers rested on the edge of the glass. Zhou Hui leaned against the bar, watching him intently. After a long moment, he asked, “You went to the Asura Path to find the Demon Lord before you decided to leave me, didn’t you?”

“There’s no need to dwell on such old matters,” Chu He said with a smile. He stuffed a napkin into the mouth of a bottle, doused it with alcohol, and lit it with a lighter. The three bottles, like wheels of fire, drew an arc in the air and were caught between his four fingers. At the same time, his other hand picked up the Bacardi 151, took a swig, and blew a three-meter-long flame at the bottle!

Zhou Hui’s pupils suddenly widened. He watched as Chu He mixed the three liquors, added ice, and at the same time, placed half a lime in his palm. He took out a Swiss army knife from his back pocket, flicked out the main blade, and fluently and finely cut the lime into four equal parts. He squeezed the juice from two slices into the glass and then took out an extremely small ice bottle from his jeans pocket.

The ice bottle was only the size of a lighter, completely sealed without a lid, as crystal clear as quartz, reflecting a dazzling light. Zhou Hui’s expression was slightly stunned as he recognized it as ice spring water taken directly from the Demon Path—to maintain the freshest taste, even the bottle itself was made on the spot from the spring water, frozen, containing only that one mouthful of water inside.

Chu He shattered the bottle’s neck on the edge of the bar. A shimmering arc of water splashed into the glass. The liquid instantly, as if by magic, glowed with specks of silver light, as brilliant as if countless tiny crushed diamonds had been poured in.

He picked up the glass, handed it to Zhou Hui, and snapped his fingers. A bewitching, bright red flower appeared as if by magic. Its petals bloomed at his fingertips, and he gently placed it on the rim of the glass.

“…Asura Flower,” Zhou Hui murmured.

“Sir,” Chu He bowed slightly and said politely, “may I have the honor of buying you a drink?”

For a few seconds, Zhou Hui’s mind went completely blank. He subconsciously took the glass, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp. Then, he pulled Chu He over the bar and, lowering his head, passed the drink to him mouth-to-mouth.

The clear, slightly fruity wine slid down their throats as their lips and tongues intertwined. Flashes of cameras went off all around them. Many people were cheering and screaming, and chaos erupted.

“F*ck,” Zhou Hui cursed under his breath. He grabbed Chu He’s shoulder and waist and, with a sudden burst of strength, lifted him over the bar!

The nightclub’s atmosphere was practically on fire. The lights were dazzling, and countless people in the throbbing music blocked their way. Zhou Hui used brute force to clear a path, knocking over who knows how many tables, chairs, and bottles. He went through the back hall, kicked open the back door, put Chu He down, and slapped a confinement talisman on the door, firmly locking the many followers inside.

Outside the back door was a deserted alley of the bar street. The music and lights came from the other end of the street, making this side seem particularly dark and remote. The moment Chu He’s feet touched the ground, he immediately took off running, but before he could take two steps, Zhou Hui caught him and pinned him hard against the concrete wall, panting heavily and smiling. “Think you can run? Hmm?”

He grabbed Chu He’s shirt and ripped it off, the buttons scattering in his haste. Chu He, afraid someone might see, was silently struggling with the collar, but the only result was Zhou Hui unbuttoning his jeans, pulling them down in a few moves, and sliding one hand down his deeply indented waist to his entrance, forcefully pushing a finger into the wet, hot place.

“—Ah!” Chu He let out a very short moan and said urgently, “Gently…”

Zhou Hui grabbed his chin, forcing him to turn his face for a kiss. This movement clearly put a lot of strain on his neck. A whimpering sound came from deep in Chu He’s throat, but then he stiffened, feeling another finger being ruthlessly pushed into his backside.

“You’re wet,” Zhou Hui said with a cruel smile. “Soaking wet…”

The friction was so pleasurable that fluid came from inside his body, and because there was so much fluid, it even made a very clear sound. Chu He’s eyes quickly turned red, and his lips were unconsciously slightly parted, looking quite moist in the dim light. The saliva he couldn’t swallow in time was licked away by Zhou Hui, who lowered his head and asked, “Does it feel that good, hmm?”

“…You studhorse…”

“You’re the one who asked for it, and you won’t admit it,” Zhou Hui whispered in his ear. “I can make you come just with my hand. Believe it or not?”

Before he finished speaking, the thrusting of his fingers suddenly quickened, skillfully hooking inside and rubbing with the pads of his fingers. The stimulation made Chu He’s legs go weak. The electric pleasure made him unable to even make a sound, and the fluid even trickled down his thighs.

A few strands of his hair had slipped from the hair tie, his temples were soaked with sweat, and his face was as red as if it had been steamed by passion. He had been hard for a long time, and in his struggle, he wanted to reach down and comfort himself, but Zhou Hui immediately grabbed his wrist, pinned it behind his back, and at the same time, he punished him by pushing his fingers deeper, ruthlessly scraping the extremely sensitive flesh inside with the calluses of his fingertips.

“Ah… ah!” Chu He finally let out an unbearable cry. “Too… too much… ah!”

His insides spasmed and clenched violently, making a loud, gurgling sound. But he couldn’t hear anything. The pleasure stimulated his mind into a blank void. His whole body arched, and was then pulled back hard by Zhou Hui, his entire weight falling backwards.

And the fingers that had been wreaking havoc inside him went even deeper because of this, almost torturously scraping and thrusting, each movement drilling deep into the interior that was clenched tight from too much pleasure.

In this tyrannical and terrifying pleasure, Chu He irresistibly reached his climax. He really came without even touching himself. His passage clenched pitifully, trying to bite down on the fingers. His cry was almost a sob, but his waist was so soft and helpless, as if even his fingertips were soaked in butter and limp.

The next second, Zhou Hui pulled out his wet fingers.

Chu He couldn’t react at all to what was happening. A wave of unbearable soreness and emptiness suddenly hit him from deep inside. But this time, he was not deliberately tortured, because in the next moment, an even hotter and larger thing entered him, pinning him heavily against the wall!

“Zhou… Zhou Hui!”

In the midst of his climax, the poor, tender flesh spasmed violently, but Zhou Hui still pushed in hard to the hilt, then almost completely pulled out, and then slammed back in to the deepest point. The passage was forced open to its maximum, and every throbbing vein on the thick, long member was abnormally clear and distinct. On top of the already existing climax, an even more turbulent and rampant pleasure, like an electric whip, whipped every part of his insides.

Chu He couldn’t support his body at all. Zhou Hui supported his entire weight, his five fingers grabbing the hair on the back of his head, forcing him to raise his head, revealing his sweat-soaked, defenseless neck.

“Feels good, hmm?”

Chu He’s mind was in a confused daze. Zhou Hui repeated it three or four times before he tremblingly opened his mouth. However, before he could make a sound, he was silenced by an even fiercer thrust.

“Coming out without covering up, aren’t you just asking for it?” Zhou Hui panted as he kissed him, so excited his eyes were slightly red. He said hoarsely, “You’re itching, aren’t you, hmm? You miss me, right? You want me to f*ck you a couple of times, right?”

Chu He’s entire face was wet. Under his long eyelashes, his eyes glistened, and it was impossible to tell if it was sweat or tears stimulated by excessive pleasure. In the dim light, he was as wet as if he had been washed with water. His skin was so white it was transparent, seemingly soaked through from the inside out with the glow of passion. Even his gasps carried a seductive air that made one want to f*ck him to death.

Zhou Hui was practically crazed with excitement. In the darkness, his pupils were blood-red. Like a demon, he panted, thrusting hard into him again and again. In the violent movements, Chu He’s shirt hung from his twisted elbows, revealing a large expanse of lean, fair back. Between his spine and lumbar vertebrae, half of a black ring emerged from his bones, clinging to the muscles.

—It was actually a ring-lock, passing through a specific bone between the spine and lumbar vertebrae, piercing the muscle, and locked on the surface of the skin. The ring was densely carved with countless Sanskrit prohibition curses.

And the black stone-like material was translucent under the light. It was faintly visible that there was another layer inside the ring, and what was carved in openwork was a gracefully dancing phoenix.

Zhou Hui bent down and kissed his spine. He felt Chu He stiffen, then struggle desperately due to the sensitivity, and was then immediately pinned hard against the concrete wall of the remote alley. For Zhou Hui, this was the most exciting moment. He freed one hand to pinch and twist the flesh around the ring-lock. Through this extremely sadistic action, he could feel every vertebra of this lean body pressing hard against his hand, and on the most fatal point, was locked a prohibition curse that only he could open.

“Will you run away next time?” he bit Chu He’s ear, thrusting his weapon in with a cold and ruthless force, and asked hoarsely, “Will you dare to run off with another man next time, hmm?”

Chu He couldn’t hear what he was saying at all. The pleasure inside his body had finally accumulated to the point of complete explosion, as if a numbing electric current was directly striking deep inside his body, fiercely devouring his last shred of consciousness.

He came again, his whole body completely exhausted. At that moment, he had almost lost consciousness.

It was a full dozen seconds before he barely recovered from his stupor, his mind groggy, his body limp and numb from the excessively strong and prolonged stimulation, unable to even remember where he was.

Zhou Hui had him turn over to face him, held his waist, and lifted him up to pin him against the wall. In this position, he once again easily invaded the already wet and well-prepared entrance.

“How did you get so tight again after I let you go for a bit?” Zhou Hui brushed aside the sweat-soaked hair by his ear and chuckled in a low voice. “Are you that shy?”

Chu He panted intermittently, “I really can’t take it anymore…”

“Can’t take it anymore now? It’s still early.”

Zhou Hui kissed the corner of his lips. Although he was smiling, his eyes revealed an undisguised intimacy and cruelty. “Who asked you to be so sensitive that you can’t be touched anywhere, and still run out like this, flaunting yourself in front of so many people…”

Chu He gasped in despair. His chin was held, and he was given a deep kiss.

“—You little phoenix, you deserve to be caught, plucked clean, and eaten up completely.”

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