Youxian stirred awake twenty minutes later. His eyes opened while his body felt cold. His throat was parched. Opening his mouth he tried to call for someone but the sound was muffled. He tried moving his arms but they were stuck.

Raising his head he saw his hands were tied up together. Youxian tried pulling his hands back to himself but they wouldn’t budge. He began to panic. His head lulled from left to right but he could figure out where he was.

“I see you’re finally awake Ah-Xian,” Changling said from behind him. His body stiffened as his voice drifted into his ears.

Changling got off the bed with the cane in hand and walked over to Youxian. From behind, Youxian’s flat bottom looked mouth-watering.

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Changling watched as Youxian threw up his undigested food on the floor. Changling immediately started panicking. He rushed to Youxian’s side forgetting his pending seeds that were leaking out by itself.

He bent down and held Youxian’s hair back with one hand and helped Youxian up with his other hand. He kept spewing his vomit all over the floor. He was terrified in the begging because Changling had a terrible temper and was afraid that he’s hit him but instead he was holding him up, holding his hair back and whispering words of comfort to him.

After all, the contents of his stomach emptied out. His body fell limp forward but luckily, since he had Changling by his side, he fell into his arms instead. Changling picked him up and walked out of the chamber with him. Arriving at the side of his palace where the women were teaching Mei Yuan to make tea in the pavilion, he stepped through the doors. Mei Yuan cried in fear when she saw Youxian’s limp body in Changling’s arms, making he shake in fear.

Rucheng got up, “What do you need?” she asked making her way over to them.

Changling looked at her in panic, “Quickly get a bath ready, he’s not doing too well,” he said to her. She could smell the revolting stench coming from Youxian. She looked at her brother, seeing the sweat beads on his forehead. She walked past him and nodded her head.

Changling walked towards the pavilion and sat down, looking at the two he said, “You two go clean the room and I want it spotless you hear me?”

Yuhua nodded her head and got up but Mei Yuan was red in her face from seeing the two naked and hiding her face. Changling raised a brow at her making Yuhua glared down, she grabbed Mei Yuan who yelped as she got to her feet.

She was dragged off while Changling seated a dazed Youxian on the cold bench. He hissed and sat up. Changling grabbed the cups of tea that were sitting around and poured some down Youxian’s throat. He spat it out and glared at Changling who had worry written all over his face.

“What?” Changling asked. Youxian’s glare softened slightly after seeing him worried for his sake, “Don’t feed me shit!” he said.

Changling looked down at the cup in his hand. Taking a sip, he spat it out in disgust. Youxian chuckled amused but stopped when he saw Changling look at him with a smile.

“This is probably the princess’ attempt at making tea,” Changling said as he placed the cup down.

“She’s got a lot to learn,” Youxian commented.

“Mn,” Changling hummed. Leaning on his arm as he looked at Youxian he asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Youxian glared at him, “You pervert! You better stay away from me.”

Changling scoffed, “No way, I plan on fucking you.”

Youxian’s eyes widened at this revelation. “W-what?”

Changling looked at the blushing young man before him, “Do I need to repeat myself? What we did there in your chamber is only the beginning.”

Youxian tried getting up but was pulled back into his arms, “But you have much learning to do. You need to learn how to take my cock deep into your mouth without throwing your food up,” he whispered into his ear.

Youxian’s body trembled in fear with a slight hint of excitement, “N-no no, y-you can’t!” he protested.

“Ah-Xian, you're already mine so stop with your childishness and accept it,” Changling said.

“No! Who gave you the right?” Youxian asked with tears forming in his eyes. Changling hugged Youxian gently to himself.

Pecking his neck he answered, “I told you before, it’s all your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” he asked with a trembling body as Changling ran his right up and down his right thigh as he held him down.

Rucheng interrupted them, “Ah-Ling, the bath is ready.”

Changling scooped Youxian up into his arms princess style, who yelped and made his way to the bathroom. Rucheng went to get robes for them and brewed a pot of tea. She went to check on Mei Yuan and Yuhua finding Mei Yuan throwing up on the side of the palace.

Shaking her head, she went to check the damage and scrunched her nose when she saw the mess on the floor. “Ah-Hua, make her clean this up, you can’t have all the fun. Open the back windows for the smell to get out and burn spicy incense for the smell too. It doesn’t look like the bedsheets were used but change them anyways along with the draping, Consort Hwan’s room needs to be cleared out properly,” she said as she hauled the silk down from the beam.

Meanwhile, Changling watched Youxian brush out his mouth and clean it then pulled him into the bath with him. He sat down and forcefully placed Youxian between his legs. He forced Youxian to lean against him while he ran his saturated hands down on Youxian’s smooth skin.

Youxian tried his best to compose himself but just Changling’s touch alone left his skin scorching in its wake. Blinking his eyes he continued the conversation from before, “You didn’t answer me,” he said.

Changling pecked his neck, “It’s your fault because your lips are plump. It’s your fault your nose is perfect. It’s your fault your eyes stare at me with hatred. It’s your fault your hair is like silk. It’s your fault your face is attractive. It’s your fault your body is perfect. Ah-Xian, it’s your fault that you have my cock stirring. It’s your fault for being perfect and it’s your fault that I want you – all of you.”

“N-no,” he shook his head in denial.

“Yes!” Changling countered as he raised Youxian’s right leg and pressed his slick fingers into the disobedient tiny passage that denied him. He forced his slim finger in making Youxian arch his back from the pain and his.

He released a shuddered breath and eased back down against Changling’s chest. Both his feet tipped in the bath standing on his toes as he welcomed the finger. His breathing picked up as his eyes closed and let out low moans.

“Ah-Xian?” Changling called him.

“Uhmn?” He moaned out. His attention was focussed on the digit inside his passage.

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Rucheng walked up to the bath and looked at the two of them. Changling raised lifted Youxian up so he could be washed by her. He pulled his hands under the water and cleaned his nails. Yuhua came over to help Changling wash then helped him out and wiped down his back. She pulled a blue robe over his arms and handed him a cup of tea.

Changling looked at Youxian whose face was flushed and staring at him. He quickly averted his gaze feeling embarrassed but he just couldn’t help himself. He always wanted someone and imagined doing lewd things with that person.