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Moonlit Night Chapter 120
🕑 Added 2024-10-26 10:10:13 +0000 UTCChapter 120
His body, which had been feeling a sense of loss after holding the beads all morning, trembled with ecstasy at the violent insertion. It felt strange how easily his body accepted the member.
However, unlike his body's elation, the owner's mind seemed to fly away once again. Clear saliva pooled in his open mouth, thoroughly wetting his drying tongue.
The shock of being penetrated while still in the aftermath of his climax violently pounded his lower body again. Even though he thought he had just gotten used to it, the depth and volume were so violent that he felt a weak gag reflex rising again with an "uuk." Yet, Cheong-ra's member was still leaking fluid, whether it was pre-fluid or semen.
Dang Ran-yeong's face contorted. It was because the soft inner flesh tightly clenched, pulsating as if it would cut off his cock. As if out of habit, he viciously bit Cheong-ra's nape, pulled out his member, and then thrust it back in with a thud. It was a rough movement as if trying to crush the area that had just been kneaded by his fingers.
"Heu, ah, aaah! Ah!"
Only when he was penetrated for the second time did Cheong-ra's mouth open and moans poured out. The saliva that had pooled in his mouth flowed down. It was an unsightly appearance he would never have allowed under normal circumstances, but now he didn't even have the luxury to care about it.
Puk, puk, peuk! His insides were hit repeatedly. Each time, pain that shook his intestines and pleasure that made his mind go blank alternated. The stimulation poured onto his sensitive body, which had just reached climax not long ago, was violent.
"Stop, stop, ah! Please...!"
His vision flashed white, his legs curled, and his waist bent. But there was no way to escape the intense pleasure. Even scratching the thick arm that firmly gripped his waist didn't cause the slightest movement. It mercilessly forced open his insides, violating deep places, then withdrawing, only to make a path again as if crushing his lower regions. Each time, his lower abdomen bulged up and down repeatedly.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, aah!"
Lewd cries flowed uncontrollably from his mouth. He felt a sudden fear that some part of his body might break. But that fear was soon forgotten, washed away by the pleasure pouring in. His mind was surely already broken.
So this is why people die in ecstasy, he thought involuntarily as the climax rose so rapidly it made his breath catch.
The weapon-like member dug in deeply until it ached, then thrust up into his insides in various directions. As it circled his waist and stirred with wet, slapping movements, Cheong-ra's body suddenly jerked up. Tears leaked out, and strength left his legs.
Dang Ran-yeong forcibly lifted his body, which kept trying to collapse, and stirred his lower regions. Perhaps thanks to the beads inserted earlier in the morning to loosen him up, the insertion was deeper than usual. When the shaft moved between his buttocks, there was now barely a finger's width of space left, compared to the usual two finger joints.
His entire body was filled with hot heat as if he had caught a fever. Sweat poured from his forehead, and his head spun. The strength of the grip that always left hand marks and the volume of the genitals splitting his body were overwhelming. At the same time, it felt good.
Before he knew it, Cheong-ra's body trembled as if convulsing and spilled semen in streams. However, the movement stirring his insides showed no sign of stopping. As the steeply rising climax didn't end but continued for a long time, he felt like he might go crazy.
"Aak! Stop, stop...!"
Semen flowed from his glans in streams, then when there was nothing left to come out, it twitched for a long time. Even though he knew the other couldn't bear it, Dang Ran-yeong continued to violently knead the soft flesh. Every time the frighteningly red, heated glans moved in and out, he firmly pressed down with his palm on Cheong-ra's protruding lower abdomen, and Cheong-ra could no longer endure.
He twisted his body, struggling to escape from the embrace. A "hik" sound involuntarily escaped him at the sensation of the lewdly wet, large member pulling out. However, he couldn't even take a few steps before being caught by rough hands. Dang Ran-yeong pushed him against the wall with a bang, pressing down on him domineeringly.
He tightly embraced the writhing body and forced his glans between the wet buttocks. Then he split his insides long with a thudding sound. As the ecstasy was applied again, his vision became distant and dark. The truly terrible time of pleasure was just about to begin.
And Cheong-ra felt himself becoming accustomed to and tamed by everything Dang Ran-yeong gave him.
***
Cheong-ra slowly lifted his eyelids. The room was dark, indicating it was already night. If there was one thing he liked most about this place, it was that he slept well. At first, he tried to make excuses that it was because the bedding was soft and comfortable, but now he knew.
It was because he completely gave himself to the other after being pushed to the point where his mind and body were completely worn out...
He knew that insomnia was a mental issue, but experiencing it like this made him feel complicated anew. As he was sighing and tossing, about to try to fall asleep again, he heard the melody of a flute from somewhere. Unable to ignore this sound he had never expected to hear in this place, Cheong-ra opened his eyes and got up.
'Is Dang Ran-yeong playing?'
Lost in thought for a moment, he looked around. In one corner of the bedroom, a zither had been there since the first day. The owner of this place must have deliberately brought it. Cheong-ra picked up the zither and moved.
When he went out to the garden, Dang Ran-yeong was sitting on a lion-shaped stone statue, playing the flute. The melody continued, almost breaking, as if to melt one's heart. Cheong-ra sat down nearby and began to play the zither.
As both performers were skilled, the melodies harmonized without dissonance. The ensemble in this strange place full of pleasure, where a full moon always rose every night, stirred Cheong-ra's heart. He felt as if he could glimpse the other's inner thoughts through the flute performance.
He had an arrogant and unique aspect even in his performance. But it wasn't just that. Strangely, Dang Ran-yeong's performance seemed to convey a faint sense of emptiness. Cheong-ra thought it must be his imagination. What could possibly make such a strong person, who seemed like he could possess the whole world, feel empty...
After the ensemble ended, Cheong-ra felt a strange sense of satisfaction along with deep regret. It was a feeling he always experienced after performing with a skilled musician. Cheong-ra put down the zither and looked up at the strange full moon. Whenever he saw that moon that always rose every night, he felt like he was in a dream, losing his sense of reality.
"Beauty, shall I tell you the advantage of this place?"
Dang Ran-yeong, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up with an unexpected question. Cheong-ra tilted his head slightly and opened his mouth.
"That the scenery is beautiful? Though it's not real, of course."
Although the scenery beyond the walls was so beautiful it seemed like the world of immortals, making him feel as if he had come to some far-off place, Cheong-ra was certain they were still in Beijing. The furniture that the servants had diligently carried that day was here. These were items too difficult to move elsewhere in just a few days.
Moreover, Cheong-ra felt he had been unconscious for less than a day, so even if they had traveled by carriage, they would have barely left Beijing. At Cheong-ra's answer, Dang Ran-yeong narrowed his eyes in a smile and said,
"There isn't a single insect in this world."
"That...!"
Cheong-ra was greatly shocked. That's right. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen a single insect during his stay here. While it might be understandable inside the house, in a garden one would normally hear the sounds of insects and see flying bugs, but he hadn't seen a single one so far. Even though there was a pond in the garden and so many flowers.
He looked around anew. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to keep staying here... Cheong-ra thought unconsciously before catching himself and shaking his head.
'Thinking it wouldn't be bad to keep living here because of insects, have you lost your mind?'
While he couldn't say "just insects," still... As he was sternly rebuking himself, Dang Ran-yeong threw something. When he caught and looked at it, it was his sword that had disappeared somewhere since the first day he came here. Cheong-ra's face brightened.
"My sword!"
Meeting the sword he had been with for so long after seven days and nights, his joy was indescribable. As he unsheathed the sword and examined it, a thought suddenly occurred to him, and Cheong-ra asked,
"Are you going to let me out of here?"
He asked with hope, but the answer that came back shattered that hope.
"No, since the moon is bright, I thought I'd appreciate Beauty's sword dance. You didn't dance to the end at the last contest, right? Dance it to the end once."
Ordered as if it were natural, Cheong-ra felt rebellious and shook his head.
"The Hundred Flowers Dance Under the Moon is an important sword dance in Moon Lake Sect. It's problematic to perform it to the end in front of outsiders."
As it was a sword dance performed at every sect event, it wasn't officially forbidden to show the entire dance to outsiders. However, disciples who had learned the Hundred Flowers Dance Under the Moon were all careful and refrained from doing so on their own. This was because a skilled expert with a good eye could grasp the essence of the martial art just by watching the sword dance.
As there was always a price to pay whenever he refused the other's words, Cheong-ra clenched his fist nervously. Surprisingly, instead of punishing him, Dang Ran-yeong nodded obediently.
"Well, alright. I understand."
"You understand?"
There was no way he would be this compliant. As Cheong-ra looked at him suspiciously, sure enough, Dang Ran-yeong said,
"You're not the only one who has learned that sword dance, right?"
"...Are you saying you'll capture another disciple of Moon Lake Sect to watch the sword dance?"
"It's not impossible."
Finally, Cheong-ra gritted his teeth and drew his sword.
Comments
Jesse Gibson
Tis true, we knew this but we still get our hopes up
Monmon
Thats just who he is im afraid πππ
Jesse Gibson
He really can be a douche canoe sometimes
