Encountering a Snake - Chapter 13

Shen Qingxuan did not expect it to feel this way—an indescribable sensation. Each time that object pressed forcefully into his hot, sticky interior, it brought waves of pleasure that made him crave more. His waist completely softened, moving involuntarily with Yi Mo’s rhythm beneath him, emitting intermittent moans. The friction from overuse caused a reaction in his intestines, producing a lubricating fluid. In the primal rhythm, a wet sound echoed, growing louder over time, adding a lewd atmosphere. His gaze hazy, Shen Qingxuan instinctively arched his back, raising his hips high to facilitate Yi Mo’s thrusts. The usually neglected area was now struck with waves of soreness and numbness, spreading through his limbs, filling him with delight.

“Feeling this good?” Yi Mo looked down at Shen Qingxuan’s disheveled expression, teasingly pinching a protrusion on his chest, “Listen to yourself. You’re so wet.”

“Mm,” Shen Qingxuan tightened his embrace around Yi Mo’s shoulders, turning his face away in embarrassment. His face was flushed red; he couldn’t believe how wet he was. It was inconceivable for such a place to be so wet.

Without waiting for a reaction, Yi Mo stopped moving, remaining still inside him, clearly enjoying the situation.

Shen Qingxuan was in the midst of intense pleasure, and Yi Mo’s sudden halt nearly drove him mad. His hips instinctively began to move, rubbing up against Yi Mo, moaning softly, trying to resist the overwhelming tide of desire. The sensitive area seemed to have developed a taste for pleasure, unwilling to stop, actively contracting like a moist, soft mouth, continuously sucking on Yi Mo’s member.

Yi Mo, slightly frowning at the sight, remained unmoved. To him, teasing Shen Qingxuan was more interesting than the act itself.

Understanding this, Shen Qingxuan felt a surge of frustration. He lifted his head and bit Yi Mo’s neck hard, nearly drawing blood. “Are you going to move or not?” Shen Qingxuan demanded. Overcome by desire, he was oblivious to how outrageous his actions were. Yi Mo raised an eyebrow, looking at the disheveled Shen Qingxuan with amusement and asked, “How should I move?”

“You…” Shen Qingxuan opened his mouth but couldn’t find the words, his emotions churning with both desire and the need for repayment, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest. His eyes reddened with inexplicable anger, and he snapped, “Enough already!”

Seeing his frustration, Yi Mo knew when to stop and, pulling at the small protrusion on Shen Qingxuan’s chest, pinched it lightly and said, “This time, I’m truly serving you.”

Shen Qingxuan turned his face away, looking at the blue gauze bed curtains, lost in thought.

Yi Mo began moving again, this time no longer teasing. He thrust his hips, parting the soft, wet interior to create a gap, and penetrated deeply, with each thrust becoming deeper and harder. The wet sounds resumed, echoing in the small space covered by the bed curtains.

Initially angry at being teased, Shen Qingxuan refused to acknowledge Yi Mo. Yi Mo, however, leaned down, holding his unresponsive legs with one hand and wrapping his other arm around his neck, pulling him close. “Are you comfortable?”

Shen Qingxuan, still upset, found the situation amusing. He had intended to appease Yi Mo and complete the act, but Yi Mo’s question was unexpected. Shen Qingxuan’s face was a mix of red and black, unsure of how to react.

He was neither entirely red nor black. Facing Yi Mo, he felt powerless. After some internal struggle, Shen Qingxuan closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, answering seriously, “Very comfortable!”

“If it’s comfortable, why isn’t there a reaction here?” Yi Mo’s hand moved between their bodies, manipulating Shen Qingxuan’s member and asked, “Are you trying to deceive me?”

“…I’m trying to make you mad,” Shen Qingxuan said with a laugh, then wrapped his arms around Yi Mo’s neck, whispering in his ear, “If you touch it, it’ll react.”

“Touch here?” Yi Mo squeezed the still-soft, oozing member in his hand, then lifted his hips, pausing before thrusting sharply, asking, “Or here?”

Shen Qingxuan let out a long, sweet “Ah,” with a mix of surprise and pleasure. He bit his lower lip to stifle his moans and, trembling, raised his hips, barely able to speak, “Both.” After a moment, he rubbed his cheek against Yi Mo’s, whispering hoarsely, “Kiss me.”

At that moment, his clothes were completely removed, legs spread and hips raised, the sound of moisture between his legs flowing, his white waist curving in an incredible arc. His long hair was spread around him, and despite the compromising position, he still awkwardly asked for a kiss. The sentiment in his words was more intense than any courtesan in a brothel, sincere and unpretentious.

Yi Mo did not hesitate, leaning down to kiss him. As soon as their lips touched, Shen Qingxuan eagerly responded, as if reaching a peak, his tongue wildly tangling with Yi Mo’s. Uncontrolled moans and breaths escaped, and the saliva that couldn’t be swallowed flowed down his chin, creating a clear trail. His waist moved like a fish gasping for air, continuously seeking and receiving pleasure.

With both their mouths occupied, Yi Mo, no matter how calm, felt like he was sinking into a mire, stepping on cotton, irresistibly drawn into it.

Unable to resist any longer, Yi Mo withdrew his lips, showing a hint of emotion on his face, and said with a hint of anger, “Are you so eager to be fu–ked like this?” His words carried an uncontrollable rage that even startled him. Having practiced self-restraint for centuries, he had never experienced such intense emotions. With a flash of harshness in his eyes, Yi Mo looked at Shen Qingxuan’s familiar yet not deeply ingrained face. Fortunately, Shen Qingxuan was lost in the throes of passion and didn’t notice, merely humming in response to Yi Mo’s previous question.

As if saying, yes, he liked it.

Yi Mo’s expression returned to its indifferent state as he thrust rapidly, several times, coordinating his hand to manipulate Shen Qingxuan’s flushed and unsatisfied member. Shen Qingxuan moaned loudly, almost in tears, his body flushed with a red hue, shivering like a leaf in the wind, arching his back. The release came in Yi Mo’s hand, and he opened his eyes.

Their gazes met, like the collision of ancient ice and erupting lava, producing a violent clash before returning to normalcy.

Yi Mo withdrew.

The candlelight at the head of the bed cast shadows of his cold, dark eyes—void of desire and emotion—before he said his farewell and disappeared like mist from Shen Qingxuan’s room.

Shen Qingxuan lay alone for a long time, then pulled over a messy blanket to cover himself. He thought to himself that next time, it would be better to do this in the dark. There was no need for such brightness, no need to see those eternally cold eyes so clearly.

As he thought about it, he started to laugh, a series of silent chuckles escaping his lips. His mouth moved, but no sound came out.

It was as if the entire world had lost its voice.