Blooming Flowers, Silent Sorrow

Chapter 15

Guys translating this chapter was brutal. Trigger warning, rape. 

Xiao Bao was passionately kissing when suddenly, someone pushed him down. Then, he saw Huai En lunging at him with a long sword. Startled, Xiao Bao yelled out, scrambling to escape several meters away.

"Don't... come near..." Huai En, swinging his sword, had completely lost his technique. Failing to hit Xiao Bao after several attempts and lacking the strength to pursue further, Huai En felt an unbearable discomfort. An intense heat surged through him, desires converging towards his lower body, driving him to the brink of madness without any means of relief. Instinctively, he began to mimic Xiao Bao's actions to satisfy his own desires.

As Xiao Bao was recovering from his shock, he witnessed this enticing scene. Indeed, he thought, this is a creature led by its lower half. His manhood, which had shriveled up in fear, suddenly sprang back to life.

However, if this pattern of shock continued, his own 'dragon' would surely turn into a dead eel. So, mustering his courage, Xiao Bao kicked the sword far away.

Xiao Bao then squatted down and tentatively grasped Huai En's desire. Huai En glared at him but did not refuse, uttering a few moans that stirred the soul.

Xiao Bao felt his heart itch uncontrollably from that glance, full of coquettish allure. Delighted, he resumed his actions and leaned in to kiss Huai En again, his thoughts fixated on those red lips to the point of physical pain.

Just as he was about to close in, a hand suddenly clasped around his neck. Huai En's hazy eyes flashed fiercely, "Don't... come any closer..."

Xiao Bao was stunned, then infuriated, wanting to curse out loud.

So, he thought, I'm just here to serve you with my hands? He was always the one being served; when had he, the esteemed young master, ever been reduced to serving others? Wishful thinking, he thought, as if all the world's benefits belonged to you alone.

Despite his thoughts, he dared not act rashly. He figured waiting for Huai En to lose complete consciousness before making a move wasn't too late; then, Huai En would be at his mercy. For now... he had to endure the discomfort himself...

With one hand aiding Huai En and the other gripping his own erect member, Xiao Bao began skillfully. Unfortunately, Huai En's body did not cooperate with his mouth, warning him not to come closer while rubbing against him haphazardly. Huai En's subconscious still recognized who was with him, yet he was nearly losing control over himself, drawn to Xiao Bao's cold skin.

Huai En was inherently proud, detesting physical contact from others the most. In this desolate wilderness, not to mention the absence of women, even if there were any, likely just coarse village women, he would rather die of frustration than touch them. However, the current situation left him with no choice. His only desire was to rid himself of the burning heat within him. Mere manual release could no longer satisfy him; he yearned for primal union. The instinct of a man drove him to seek entry into a tight space where he could vent his desires to the fullest...

Yet, even in his muddled state, he was aware that the person beside him was not a woman.

Having lived on Jinqi Mountain from a young age, he was proficient in all eighteen types of martial arts and excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. The art of rulership and military strategies were also essential parts of his education. However, within the strict hierarchy of his sect, even his relationship with his father was nothing more than commands and obedience, with their only interactions being the continuous inculcation of hatred. No one ever taught him about human emotions or worldly affairs. Although there were no restrictions on maintaining celibacy, his innate cold nature and devotion to martial arts meant he never entertained thoughts of romance, with his only knowledge on the subject coming from books.