Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 106

The half-drunken, half-awake young man was exceptionally obedient, subconsciously recognizing someone he could trust and get close to. When carried, he muttered a few words and obediently hugged the person, resting his soft body against them.

He couldn’t distinguish the path, so he didn’t know where he was being taken.

But he made no attempt to resist.

The servants and guards had been dismissed earlier, and on the way to the bedroom, only the warm yellow light of the palace lanterns illuminated the path, with no one else around.

Ning Qinghong walked slowly, with someone wrapped around him.

He had bathed earlier and had changed from his official robes into casual attire. His black hair was loosely tied at the back, and he wore a long robe in official green with gold embroidery and a snow-white crane cloak.

Wu Jing stared at him in a daze, holding his breath, his delicate brows unmoving. He leaned in and kissed the corner of Ning Qinghong’s lips.

Ning Qinghong lowered his gaze to look at him, “Hmm?”

Wu Jing lowered his eyes, his soft cheeks forming a small dimple, “So, if I want to kiss Brother in the future, can I kiss Brother?”

He leaned in again, kissing Ning Qinghong timidly, showing no shyness at all.

Wu Jing mumbled, his voice soft and indistinct, “Brother should kiss me too.”

Ning Qinghong softly responded, “Alright,” and kissed him.

Wu Jing seemed to get even more intoxicated by the kiss, feeling a cloud-like comfort from the gentle touch. He felt hazy, wanting to continue kissing endlessly.

He couldn’t think of anything, couldn’t clear his mind.

His whole body’s sensations were confined to the contact of their lips and tongues, his consciousness completely numbed and blank, instinctively following Ning Qinghong’s movements.

He didn’t even know what was happening to him.

He didn’t realize when they had reached the bedroom, only vaguely hearing the door creak open and feeling himself being tenderly kissed while nestled in Ning Qinghong’s arms.

His shoes and socks were removed, and Wu Jing cooperated by kicking them off. The floor was covered with a snow-white fox fur rug, and his subconscious still held onto the habit of not dirtying things.

The bedroom door was gently closed, shutting out the cold night air and preserving the warmth inside.

Ning Qinghong felt a slight dampness on Wu Jing’s fingertips, pausing for a moment.

Wu Jing started to whimper in discomfort, seeing that Ning Qinghong had stopped kissing, and eagerly leaned in to lick him.

His robe fell off, and Ning Qinghong held him, hugging and kissing him.

Ning Qinghong’s fingertips methodically rubbed him through the thin fabric, standing by the door, soothing him with gentle kisses and touches.

Wu Jing, feeling uncomfortable, tightened his legs, but as he was held face-to-face, he couldn’t escape, only struggling more in the gaps between kisses. He gasped for air, only to be filled again with Ning Qinghong’s lips and tongue, tears almost spilling from the overwhelming sensation.

After a while, the kisses continued but the rubbing was brief. The young man let out a desperate cry, losing himself in the pleasure.

When his eyes were still dazed, Ning Qinghong’s fingers tightened.

Wu Jing cried out, “Wait, wait a moment.”

Ning Qinghong gently kissed him, “Wu Wu… you’ve already let go, what more is there to wait for?”

Wu Jing felt embarrassed by the comment, his voice trembling, “You’re… you’re making things up.”

He had been nurtured by medicinal jade daily and had adapted to it. He had become accustomed to it, and the balm in the wooden box was nearly used up.

Ning Qinghong softly asked, “Is that so?”

The thin fabric was also removed, and though it was made of smooth southern silk, the seams were a bit rough, causing extra discomfort.

Wu Jing, held face-to-face, could only fall to the ground when his legs gave out, unable to escape this position.

He buried his face in Ning Qinghong’s shoulder, unable to endure the discomfort, tears stinging his eyes. The sensation of being held was overwhelming, causing his breathing to become hot and sticky, his head in a daze as he tried to cope.

Ning Qinghong skillfully touched the right spot, preparing to kiss him.

He lowered his eyes and softly said, “Wu Wu? Look up.”

Wu Jing, gasping, lifted his head. At the moment of being kissed, he let out an uncontrollable cry, which was muffled by the kiss. He stood on tiptoe, trembling, his upper body tightly clutching Ning Qinghong’s shoulders, his legs falling down, continually clinging to him.

The movements of hugging alternated between tightening and loosening, sometimes trying to escape, sometimes not, struggling in a confused state through various positions.

His muffled cries emerged during the kissing gaps, only to be sealed off again.

Intermittent whimpers were heard.

Ning Qinghong’s fingers were damp, and his palm became sticky against the fabric.

Though the young man’s clothes were neatly arranged, the person holding him was unhurried in his actions.

Wu Jing’s tears smeared his face. He wanted to say something, wanted to cry, but Ning Qinghong’s kiss blocked his lips, leaving him unable to say a word besides soft “uh” sounds.

Ning Qinghong’s kiss was tender and gentle, soothing him and his actions on his back and hair were soft. Anyone could see that he was using gentle pressure, until the young man in his arms, nearly on the verge of fainting, finally relaxed completely.

The kiss finally stopped.

Though the kissing had ceased, Wu Jing only gasped instinctively, and after a long while, a muffled, belated cry emerged.

Ning Qinghong withdrew his hand, quietly removing the tightly bound fabric and then changing Wu Jing’s position, taking off the dirty clothes.

He sat down with Wu Jing in his arms, resting in the same armchair he had used when he was ill, and spoke softly, “Wu Wu? Raise your hand.” He said, “Brother will help you take off the dirty clothes.”

Wu Jing’s eyes and brows were wet, and he was completely immobile, lost in the lingering sensations, unable to hear anything.

Ning Qinghong slowly undressed him completely.

Wu Jing felt a slight chill and his dazed, burning mind began to regain some awareness. He shivered slightly; though it wasn’t cold in the room with a warm stove and fragrant incense, he felt a bit frightened by the underlying heat.

Panicking, he shook his head, looking around to see if there was any place to escape, ignoring the fact that he was still muddy. He struggled to try and get away.

He tripped over the clothes on the floor and fell, his legs weak.

Ning Qinghong, neatly dressed, squatted down, “Does Wu Wu like being on the floor?”

Wu Jing’s face was streaked with tears. He shook his head, searching for an excuse, “I… I want to go to the small room.”

Ning Qinghong half-embraced him, gently stroking his back and hair, soothing him softly, “Wu Wu will not want to in a while.”

Wu Jing didn’t immediately understand the meaning of this statement. He trembled from the comforting touch; with no clothes in between, he could feel the distinct lines of Ning Qinghong’s fingers.

He was kissed gently again.

The kiss lasted only a moment, but Wu Jing’s fear was forgotten as he became drowsy and lost in the kiss, his consciousness numbed and relaxed, leaning back into Ning Qinghong’s embrace.

Ning Qinghong kissed along his neck and ears. As soon as he felt the tingling pain, Wu Jing cried out, his attention shifting to other areas, gasping and calling out, “Stomach… Brother, save me…”

He was so scared, but instinctively, he turned to Ning Qinghong for help, whimpering, “Dressed, dressed.” He gasped for breath, “I won’t be able to eat delicious things in the future.”

Wu Jing’s eyes were tightly closed, almost crying himself out, unable to catch his breath, “Uncomfortable, Brother, I… I can’t breathe…”

Because of the obstruction, even breathing became difficult.

He couldn’t form a complete, coherent sentence; his words sounded like nonsense.

Ning Qinghong kissed his forehead and spoke softly, “Wu Wu, be good, it’s alright.” He reassured him gently, “You can still wear clothes and eat good food, okay?”

He waited for Wu Jing’s cries to subside.

But it was only a brief respite before Wu Jing began to cry out again in a hoarse voice, struggling to crawl away. Fortunately, the floor was covered with a white fox fur rug, which prevented any injuries or discomfort from the cold.

Wu Jing’s body continued to shiver and twitch as he struggled, but was gently held back by Ning Qinghong.

Ning Qinghong pressed on his slightly swollen stomach, maintaining a protective posture. But every time Wu Jing moved or struggled forward, he could no longer suppress his own need.

Wu Jing’s waist sank, his words unclear, and his cries scattered, making it hard to understand what he was saying.

He softened repeatedly, his scalp starting to tingle, gasping with his mouth open, his tongue instinctively sticking out, his voice gradually becoming hoarse and unable to cry out.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly cried out, “Hot, hot.”

Wu Jing was oblivious to the time, instinctively trying to escape forward, only to slam into Ning Qinghong’s hand protecting his stomach, his eyes rolling back, causing him to struggle even more.

A faint dripping sound was heard, but the young man’s actions didn’t stop, eventually leading him to fully fall apart.

The sound of the dripping water mixed with the muffled noise on the fox fur rug continued. The dripping sound was especially sticky and dull.

The young man’s limp body lay on the floor. Wu Jing, dazed, felt as if he had already reached the small room. The scene before him seemed to be covered in hot mist, hazy, his knees slightly raised as if in a dream. Soon, most of the alcohol he had drunk earlier was gone.

But before long, he was held again and kissed. The sound of his cries nearly disappeared, and the faint dripping noise first stopped and then resumed intermittently.