Blooming Flowers, Silent Sorrow

Translator: Silvery Butterfly

Xiao Bao’s mind went blank, as if struck by lightning, his thoughts even emptier than Huai En’s exposed chest.

“Fool, look carefully, this young master has a handle.”

Scenes of his time with Huai En flashed through Xiao Bao’s mind like a revolving lantern—from the first glimpse under the moonlight, to the almost-successful kiss in the carriage, to his endless attentiveness and Huai En’s cold indifference.

A man… A man… No wonder his chest seemed rather flat…

So all this time he had been acting subservient, trying to please another man? This… this… is too much!!!

Xiao Bao felt so wronged and angry that he could almost vomit blood, staring at Huai En in disbelief, nearly on the verge of tears.

How could a man be this beautiful? It was unfair.

He had been so captivated by this face, and he, Jin Xiao Bao, had seen countless women. How could he not realize that the so-called beauty was just a young boy in disguise? With high martial skills, a cold demeanor, and fierce words, he was nothing like any lady. And Xiao Bao was foolishly infatuated, risking his life to save him. How could he have been so blind?

So all his sincerity, deep feelings, vows, and reckless actions were all for nothing?

Xiao Bao was furious!!

Huai En saw Xiao Bao’s stunned expression and thought he might finally leave. With a scornful smile, he continued to splash cold water on his face, trying to cool down. The turmoil inside him was unbearable.

“How could you deceive me!!!” Xiaobao shouted, stomping his feet in anger and loudly accusing.

Now that he knew Huai En was a man, he couldn’t deny that he was truly hurt. He had thought he’d found his true love, only to realize he was the butt of a joke. This combination of anger and disappointment was a first for Xiao Bao, and it felt worse than swallowing a live eel.

Huai En didn’t even lift his head. His body swayed, elbows propping up his upper body in the water, chest heaving, until he finally collapsed on the riverbank, writhing in discomfort.

Xiao Bao, worried, moved closer but scolded himself for being foolish. Given Huai En’s ability to kill so many people, he would surely survive.

But he couldn’t help feeling concerned. After all, he had… had feelings for him.

Standing over him, Xiao Bao felt his heart pounding in his chest.

Huai En half-closed his eyes, a misty film of tears clouding them. The fabric on his body could no longer cover him, exposing large swathes of his snow-white skin to Xiao Bao. A flush spread across his entire body, even his fingertips tinged with red. The boy’s body was long and slender yet firm and flexible. He was drenched in sweat, his slightly parted lips emitting intermittent, suppressed moans. His limbs and torso writhed restlessly against the ground, and a conspicuous bulge tented his trousers.

Despite knowing that Huai En was a boy, Xiao Bao couldn’t help but feel a surge of heat from his lower abdomen spreading throughout his body. This sensation was all too familiar to him, making him wonder if he was the one who had been drugged with an aphrodisiac.

Swallowing several times, Xiao Bao’s eyes were riveted on Huai En, unable to look away.

Through his hazy vision, Huai En seemed to sense someone nearby, but his mind was already unclear.

As if possessed, Xiao Bao squatted down, placing a hand over Huai En’s lower body.

“What… what are you doing?!!” A jolt of electricity coursed through him as Huai En suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“I… even though you tricked me… I can’t just leave you like this. It’s obvious you have no experience… let me… help you release it…”

“Release… release what… ah… uh…” Xiao Bao’s nimble hand had already slipped into Huai En’s trousers, gripping his scorching hardness and skillfully moving up and down.

Huai En was not yet 15 years old. From a young age, he had either been practicing martial arts or studying, with no one to teach him about matters between men and women. What little he knew came from books, and he was only half-aware. Experiencing such stimulation for the first time, and under the influence of a potent aphrodisiac, his sensitivity was exponentially heightened. He had no resistance to this unfamiliar stimulation, and it wasn’t long before he released.

Xiao Bao’s hands were covered in semen, but instead of feeling disgusted, he looked at him with a somewhat playful smile. “How is it, feeling better now?” You might feel better, but I’m getting really worked up here.

Huai En hadn’t yet recovered from the lingering pleasure. As soon as Xiao Bao’s hand left, his body began to heat up again, and his just-relaxed desire gradually stood up once more.

Xiao Bao was taken aback. It had only been a moment… My god, they say this thing can exhaust a person to death, and it’s true. If this keeps going, he really might die from depletion.

Huai En clung to his arm, unconsciously rubbing against him, silently demanding.

Xiao Bao had no choice but to continue working him with his hand, but he himself was starting to lose control.

Good grief, he was already raring to go, and now Huai En was rubbing against him, practically forcing him… forcing him…

Although Xiao Bao had always preferred women, he wasn’t inexperienced with men.

A few years ago, when the male trend started, the wealthy and powerful liked to keep a male pet at home for some novelty and amusement. Back then, he thought it was disgusting for two men to do such things. His friends mocked him for being too cowardly to try, and of course, he couldn’t resist their teasing, so he went to a male brothel and picked someone experienced. That night wasn’t particularly great, just something new. Mainly, he couldn’t stand those effeminate mannerisms of the male courtesans. He felt that men should act like men, and those who painted their faces and acted coy weren’t really men. Besides, thinking of another being with the same parts touching him made him sick.

He was dragged there two or three more times afterward, but seeing his lack of interest, his friends stopped insisting.

Xiao Bao always thought he could never have feelings for a man in a romantic way, but years later, he found himself genuinely stirred by one. Xiao Bao completely attributed it to not knowing Huai En was a man at first.

His hands eagerly started stripping away Huai En’s tattered clothes. Xiao Bao felt that he had never been this excited, not even when he first experienced lust.

The moment his hand touched Huai En’s tender skin, it felt like he was stuck, unwilling to let go. The delicate texture was different from a woman’s soft skin; it was resilient and firm, with a smoothness that made it irresistible.

Excitedly, Xiao Bao pressed Huai En under him, his hand still moving, while the other greedily roamed over Huai En’s body, kissing his face meticulously from hairline, forehead, eyelashes, and nose, all the way down.

Huai En, jolted by these abrupt and sticky actions, cleared his mind a bit. He opened his eyes to see the lecherous fat man on top of him, groping and kissing him.

A wave of disgust surged in his heart. Huai En was filled with both anger and self-hatred for having been reduced to this state.

SB’s Note: A heartfelt thank you to Kipzi and Clare for your incredible support on Ko-fi. ❤️