Chapter 33
The servants followed Que Siming’s instructions and arranged for Jinbao to stay in the room next to his, just like it had been in the Su residence.
Since Que Siming said he would come to find him at night, Jinbao had to wait for him. So, after finishing his meal, he sat in the room, lost in thought.
In the summer, the night falls slowly. He kept watching the sky, but it just wouldn’t get dark. He didn’t know how late it would be before Que Siming came.
He felt suffocated.
Just like now, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Before, as a servant in the Jin residence, he always had something to do during the day. If he ever had free time, he would play with the young master and Zhao Cai, or if he was in familiar surroundings, he could at least take a walk or something.
But here, he had nothing to involve himself in, and besides Que Siming, there wasn’t a single person he knew. He wasn’t good at socializing, and his clumsy speech would make others lose interest in continuing a conversation after just a few words. Besides spacing out, he couldn’t think of anything else to do.
He wasn’t the type to sit still. This was only the first day, and he couldn’t imagine how he would survive if every day was like this. It would drive him insane.
The boy sighed and started playing with his fingers.
As he played with them, the sky gradually darkened, but Que Siming still hadn’t shown up. Eventually, he fell asleep, slumped over the table.
He didn’t know how long he had slept before someone shook him awake.
Que Siming’s enlarged face was right in front of him.
“Are you stupid? How could you sleep on the table? It’s cold here at night, being so close to the mountains.”
Jinbao rubbed his face and mumbled, “Wasn’t I waiting for you? You didn’t say when you’d come.”
The doctor paused for a moment, then smirked mischievously while rubbing Jinbao’s face. “Look at your swollen face from sleeping. Don’t you look like a resentful wife waiting for her husband to return late at night?”
Jinbao slapped his hand away and rolled his eyes at him. “So, how did it go? Tell me.”
Que Siming shrugged casually, “Not much. That damn thing in my body keeps craving Yuminging’s blood.”
Jinbao touched his eyelids and sighed, “It’s really growing… it’s really growing… We probably need to catch Yuminging and drain his blood soon.”
“Master’s men tracked Yuminging past Dalou Mountain, but they are too few to approach the Medicine Valley. Master is dispatching more people, and once they locate him, they’ll capture him as soon as possible.”
“Then you shouldn’t get involved. It’s too dangerous for you to get close to Yu Mingjing.”
Que Siming nodded, then sneered, “For a damn stone that no one even knows if it’s actually useful, the Wu clan has been struggling for over ten years. It’s time to put an end to this.”
Jinbao agreed, “I really don’t get it. With all that time, they could’ve done something better… But does the Longevity Stone really grant immortality?”
Que Siming shook his head. “No one knows for sure. It’s said that the Wu clan was already skilled in maintaining health and appearance, and most of them lived long lives. Maybe they would have been long-lived even without the stone. My father was often away at war, and he rarely saw my mother or his concubines. It’s not surprising that he had a child after resigning from his post. I was born prematurely, and my body was weak when I was young. But after years of nurturing, I grew stronger. It all makes sense. The Longevity Stone sounds mysterious, but I’ve never believed in it.”
“But they’ve been fighting over it like crazy…”
Que Siming clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “Maybe the stone does have some kind of secret. But even if it’s just a worthless rock, I’d rather feed it to pigs than give it to Huang Xiang or Yu Mingjing. My father died because of it. I won’t let them get what they want.”
Jinbao patted his shoulder, then thought for a moment and patted his head. After struggling to find the right words, he finally managed to say something he thought was comforting, “Don’t worry, bad people always get what they deserve…”
Que Siming grabbed Jinbao’s hand and rubbed it against his face. Jinbao, unused to this tender gaze from Que Siming, looked away, his eyes avoiding his.
Suddenly, Que Siming pulled him to his feet. “Come on, I’ll take you to a good place.”
“Huh?”
To Jinbao’s surprise, Que Siming led him toward the back mountain, which was essentially the backyard of the Medicine Valley.
“It’s so dark, what are we doing going up the mountain?”
“Just follow me.”
Jinbao, yawning, had no choice but to follow behind.
The path up the mountain was well-maintained, clearly frequently used and cared for.
The two of them climbed for nearly half an hour, and Jinbao was left gasping for breath.
At the top, they reached a vast, open grassland, its end disappearing into the darkness.
Que Siming pointed to the other side of the field, “This is the Medicine Valley’s horse ranch. There are some fine horses here. I used to come here alone at night often.”
As they crossed the field, a large stable came into view.
A guard, who was dozing off with a sword in his arms, jumped up as soon as he heard footsteps. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me.”
“Huh? Second Young Master, it’s been a long time! The horses here miss you.”
Que Siming smiled, “Don’t worry about me. I’ll pick out a horse myself.”
He selected a magnificent black horse for Jinbao, with snow-white hooves. The horse was spirited and strong, clearly an excellent steed. Jinbao liked it immediately.
The two of them mounted the horses, with Que Siming leading the way as they galloped off.
Riding fast through the night on such a fine horse felt incredibly exhilarating and liberating.
Jinbao had never experienced anything like this before. Riding a horse at lightning speed, with the night wind whipping against his face, it swept away the daytime’s oppressive heat and drowsiness. He felt invigorated, his whole body filled with energy, and he couldn’t help but shout with excitement.
Que Siming laughed along with him.
They rode for who knows how long, and when Jinbao looked back, he realized he had no memory of the path they had taken.
Suddenly, the landscape opened up before them, and at the foot of the mountain, they saw a faintly glowing area.
Jinbao squinted to get a better look and realized it was a lake, as smooth as a mirror.
Que Siming led him towards the lake and then reined in his horse.
Both of them were drenched in sweat as they dismounted, their clothes sticking to their bodies.
Que Siming smirked mischievously at Jinbao as he began to undress.
The hint was clear, and Jinbao felt a bit embarrassed, turning his head away while wondering if he should follow suit.
But to his surprise, Que Siming didn’t pay him any further attention once undressed. Instead, he just jumped straight into the lake.
He disappeared beneath the water, leaving Jinbao standing at the shore, stunned for a moment. He called out loudly, “Doctor, hurry and come back up! It’s too dark, it’s not safe!”
The water rippled, and with a loud splash, Que Siming emerged from the lake, completely naked.
His long hair floated on the water like a wave of wild seaweed. The moonlight cast a seductive sheen over his smooth, muscular chest, and the drops of water that fell from his perfectly sculpted face sparkled like crystals. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, making him look like a water spirit—beautiful yet otherworldly.
Jinbao felt a lump in his throat, his eyes fixated, and his heart pounded as if it was about to leap out of his chest.
Que Siming extended his slender arm toward him. “Come down, it’s nice and cool.”
“Come on.”
Jinbao nodded dumbly, then began to undress and followed him into the water.
The lake wasn’t deep; even after walking several meters from the shore, the water only reached their waists.
Que Siming approached him, his eyes glimmering with a hypnotic allure, never leaving Jinbao.
The intensity of his gaze was too hot, too bare, too tempting. Jinbao wanted to do something, anything, to not waste such a beautiful moment. But as soon as their eyes met, all he could do was stand there, his limbs frozen stiff.
He often suspected that Que Siming’s eyes had some sort of magical power, capable of enchanting and capturing one’s soul.
Que Siming wrapped his arms around Jinbao’s waist, his lips brushing against his ear, and in a raspy voice said, “Little Hu…”
Jinbao tried to motivate himself, *Do something. He’s your partner, right? Do something. It’s not illegal. Hurry up and do something. You wanted to touch him… What should I do…*
Before he could decide what to do, Que Siming suddenly kissed him forcefully, pushing him down into the water.
Unprepared, Jinbao clung tightly to Que Siming’s arm.
Underwater, the precious air seemed even more scarce. Que Siming kissed him with a fervor that felt like he was drinking Jinbao’s very life. Their lips and teeth were locked together, leaving no room for air. Jinbao clung to his neck, tentatively extending his tongue to meet Que Siming’s, drawing in the breath from his mouth.
Que Siming, spurred on by Jinbao’s eagerness, became even more passionate. His hands roamed recklessly over Jinbao’s waist, and his lips explored Jinbao’s, making the heat of the kiss almost unbearable.
Just as they were nearing the point of suffocation, Que Siming pulled them back up to the surface.
“Ha… ha…” Jinbao gasped, his face drenched, eyes struggling to stay open as he wiped the water away.
Que Siming held him close, pressing his lower body against Jinbao’s, the burning hardness evident against his stomach.
Jinbao’s face flushed. “You brought me out here this late just for… this?”
“So what? Do you even know how long it’s been since we last did this?”
“Not that long…”
Que Siming laughed softly in his ear, “Not long? How many days? Are you keeping track?”
“Nonsense, who tracks that?”
“Then how many days? Or do you not want it?” Que Siming licked his cheek. “One day? Two days? Three days?” Each word was accompanied by a bite along Jinbao’s jawline, kissing and nibbling down to his collarbone, then to his chest where he took Jinbao’s small, brown nub into his mouth, playing with it. His hands roamed down to Jinbao’s backside, kneading it in circles.
Jinbao let out a throaty groan, instinctively pushing his chest toward Que Siming’s mouth.
Que Siming’s voice was low and teasing, “What man doesn’t want it? Unless you’re incapable…”
“Fuck off, you’re the one who’s incapable.”
“Then you do want to do it with me, right?” Que Siming’s dexterous fingers, aided by the water’s lubrication, began to gently open Jinbao’s tight entrance, sliding into the heated walls within. “Speak up. Do you want it or not?”
“Uh…” Jinbao frowned and endured the finger that was doing evil in his body, “I don’t know… I… I don’t know…”
Que Siming suddenly bent his finger as a punishment, and the child screamed in excitement.
“You don’t know, I’ll teach you, you like me, you want to be fucked by me, right?”
Jinbao twisted his waist to avoid his hand and cursed, “Fuck you.”
Que Siming hugged his thighs and wrapped them around his waist, and used his hard thing to tentatively poke the slightly opened little flesh hole, “Let you be hard-mouthed.”
“Wait, we’re… in the water.”
“What’s wrong with being in the water, don’t you want to try being in the water?” Que Siming ordered, “Hold my neck.”
Jinbao hesitated and put his hands around his neck.
“Be good, hold my waist with your legs.”
“What?”
“Hurry up.” Que Siming patted his butt underwater, then reached his hands into the gap between his legs from behind, opened his legs and lifted them up, “Hold my waist.”
Jinbao’s feet left the ground all of a sudden, and he could only climb on his waist, hanging on him.
Que Siming held his waist with one hand to support him, and with the other hand he held his penis and squeezed it into his buttocks.
The child trembled and hugged him, “This, this won’t work, right?”
“I’ll show you if I can do it.” Que Siming pushed his hips up hard, and after squeezing the front of his penis in, it was much easier to do it from the back. With the child’s hissing gasps, he completely buried himself in his body.
Que Siming let out a comfortable sigh. Possessing this person not only gave him supreme physical pleasure, but also a strong psychological satisfaction, which no one could give him.
The doctor kissed his cheek, “Hold on tight, I’m going to move.”
“Uh…”
The doctor suddenly let go of the hand that was supporting his waist, and Jinbao’s body sank, allowing the thick penis to go deeper into his body. He screamed, and both his hands and feet were clinging to Que Siming tightly.
The doctor used both hands to forcefully pry open his buttocks, gently pulled out half of his penis, and then thrust it in forcefully, causing Jinbao to scream repeatedly.
After being thrusted into hard by Que Siming a few times, Jinbaos tight flesh hole became soft and easy to enter and exit, and the doctor held his buttocks and began to move rhythmically.
His heavy and firm buttocks were held in Que Simings hands, and the feeling was extraordinary. The doctor kneaded and pried them apart to make it easier for him to enter and exit. His hot and thick penis broke through the flesh wall and drove straight in, pushing Jinbao’s body up continuously, and then he fell down hard.
“Well… Gently… Slow down…”
When Que Siming was in the mood, there was absolutely no such thing as being gentle or slow. When he was addicted, he was like a beast, wanting only to use his lower half to penetrate the other person’s body fiercely and fill him up without leaving an inch.
Jinbao hung on him, but his lower body was supported by the man’s penis that was freely entering and exiting his back door. This feeling of humiliation and fear only made his body’s excitement rise rapidly. He was already numb from Que Siming’s insertion. If he was not afraid of falling, his legs would have been unable to clamp Que Siming’s waist.
Que Siming’s hip movements were speeding up. He let out a beast’s low roar from his throat, and his lower body was rapidly moving, rubbing the hot flesh wall that tightly wrapped around him. Jinbao felt that the place where they were connected was so hot it was as if it was burning.
The thick and long thing seemed to be about to penetrate his abdomen. He had the illusion that his internal organs were being stirred up and messed up, and his legs were almost cramped under his violent impact.
Que Siming buried his head in his neck, biting his collarbone without any lightness or severity, and his lower body was frantically entering and exiting his body. The water surface around them was stirred up by the movements of the two people.
Jinbao couldn’t stand such madness. His limbs were almost powerless and he couldn’t hold on any longer. The more he couldn’t hold on, the more the weight of his body pushed Que Siming’s thing deeper. He felt as if his lower body was about to split apart.
“Divine doctor… I can’t stand it… I’m about to die, I can’t stand it ah ah——”
Que Siming pushed deeper into his body, “Hold on, or I won’t stop even if you beg for death today.”
Jinbao hugged his neck tightly, whimpering softly.
After the two ejaculated once in the water, Que Siming carried him to the shore.
It’s hard to say who was more tired in this sex, but Jinbao was already limp, while the divine doctor was getting more excited.
He pressed the man on the grass, spread his thighs apart, and put him on his shoulders.
Jinbao’s lower body was wide open, and the red and swollen flesh hole that was penetrated was slightly contracted in the cool air, and turbid white liquid kept flowing out.
Que Siming held his waist and thrust hard into the flesh hole that couldn’t close.
It was obviously easier to exert force on the shore than in the water. The doctor’s movements were much faster than before, and his thrusts were also stronger. His thick penis was thrusting hard into the narrow flesh hole. Seeing his treasure being swallowed up, the visual impact alone was enough to drive him crazy.
The surroundings were empty and silent, and the sound of flesh slapping and colliding seemed to echo throughout the mountains. Jinbao was so ashamed that he couldn’t stop crying.
His buttocks were hit by Que Siming, and the place where the two were connected was wet and sticky, the hole became soft, and the pink folds were stretched open one by one, leaving only smooth muscles, trembling faintly under Que Siming’s stormy ravage.
His body was constantly pushed forward by Que Siming, and then he was pulled back by the waist, and used his back point to meet Que Siming’s hard object, his throat was hoarse, and his hands hung weakly on his sides.
Que Siming became more and more excited, turned him over, grabbed his ankles and spread his legs widely, inserted them from behind, and slapped his ass while thrusting again.
“What did I say? You like to be fucked by me, don’t you? Say it? ”
Que Siming suddenly nailed into his body like a pile, and pushed the child into sobbing.
“Speak, say you like to be fucked by me, say it!”
Jinbao grabbed the dwarf grass on the ground with his fingers, and turned his head to stare at him with teary eyes.
Que Siming was lying on top of him, his waist constantly pumping inside him, holding his chin with one hand and twisting his head over, leaning down and kissing him fiercely.
Jin Bao whined, his lower body was so hot from the friction, he wanted Que Siming to slow down, he really couldn’t stand such a speed, and the pleasure of extinction seemed to tear his body to pieces in the next second.
The divine doctor let go of his lips and kissed his face indiscriminately, “Say, Xiaohu, I want to hear it, say that you like to be fucked by me, say it, I want to hear it.” ”
“Hmm…… You…… Slow down…… Slow ……”
Que Siming bit him dissatisfied, got up and knelt on the ground, hugged his waist and let his lower body take off completely, he pushed his legs with his knees, and slammed into him fiercely, “Say!” Say you like to be fucked by me! ”
“Ahh……h
“Speak!” Que Siming wantonly ravaged the delicate flesh hole with a force that seemed to tear him apart, Jinbao’s buttocks were banged, and the place where the two were connected stirred up a popping sound, “Say you like to be fucked by me!” Say it! ”
“Ah…… Yes…… Slow…… I can’t take it anymore…… I ……”
“Then say! I’ll let you go. ”
“I …… I like it…… I like it—”
“What do you like?”
“Loved it…… Like to be …… Fucked by you Dry…… Enough is enough! ”
Que Siming leaned down, his tongue licking all the way down his tail vertebrae to his neck, “That’s good.” ”
He grabbed Jinbao’s waist and buttocks fiercely, and his powerful five fingers were about to sink into the flesh, parting his thighs even more, and fiercely entering and exiting his lower body quickly.
JinBao was consumed by this grinding pleasure all his physical strength, and slowly lost consciousness, leaving only the surging desire to turn his world into a blank.
