[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 9] Chapter 6

Chapter Six: Wet Temptation The

dark, stuffy room was filled with a decadent and bloody stench.

The source of the blood was a young man whose hands were tied to the wall, his appearance ordinary, without any outstanding

features. Because he was dressed in black, no other colors could be seen, only the overwhelming bloodlust, and his

pale face revealed the kind of torture he had endured.

"This old man has no patience. One word, will you speak or not? If you're not going to speak, then be quick and

don't disturb my rest. Let them play with you slowly."

The old man, who looked quite elderly, half-closed his eyes, appearing drowsy, but those half-open

eyelids concealed a piercing gaze that no one who knew it dared to underestimate.

The man in black glanced at the old man, expressionless, and showed no desire to speak.

"Good, very good. I've been in the Yang family army for so many years, and what I admire most are men

with guts and backbone. Hmm, very good, very good. Well then, I won't ramble on anymore. Go back to sleep first, and let these guys keep you company.

And you guys better not slack off. Bring out all sorts of poisonous snakes and rats to play with him properly. As long as he's still

breathing, the rest is up to you."

With that, the old man was about to leave, but in the instant he turned around, his eyes gleamed.

After being in the Yang family army for so many years, he couldn't even handle a small fry. What right did he have to ask the young master to keep

him? Most of the old Yang family generals had been sent home to enjoy their retirement. If it weren't for his itchy hands and desire to

contribute to the rebuilding of the Yang family in Jiangnan, he wouldn't have shamelessly followed Lord Wang Dong.

He couldn't miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to prove himself.

"Alright, old man, just you wait and see. As long as you can get us brothers to join the Yang family army, nothing else

matters."

Upon hearing this, the man in black's expression changed slightly. Seeing someone bring out a cage containing a giant rat, one man

loosened his belt, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes.

Seemingly bored, someone even began explaining what was about to happen.

"Don't be afraid, we're not doing anything. We'll just tighten your trousers and put this rat

inside. It's nothing, really, you don't need to be afraid."

Back in the Chen family, the man in black had endured countless whippings and tortures, all to get

a single , and he had always managed to withstand it. He hadn't expected that in a different place, these people's methods would be so

unconventional.

"Ah, I almost forgot, this rat has been starving for days. If it

bites you when it's hungry after we put it in, just bear with it, it'll be over soon." With embellished words, the speaker

found another belt and tied it around the man in black's groin.

"You... what are you doing?" A hoarse, unpleasant voice finally broke the

silence Staring at the giant rat that was staring intently at him, he suddenly felt uneasy.

"Tie up your trouser legs, or the rat will fall into your crotch."

No explanation was needed; the man in black knew what awaited him. He subconsciously swallowed non-

existent saliva, his face turning from white to green, then from green to red—a truly spectacular sight.

Being beaten and hurt was nothing; as a servant, a guard, what pain hadn't he endured

? But when it came to his manhood, he suddenly lost his will to stand firm.

Damn it, sending him a rat? He'd rather just cut himself. Biting his tongue wouldn't necessarily kill him; if it did,

he would have ended his own life long ago.

The old man slowly stepped out of the secret room, but didn't leave. He sat leisurely at the doorway, gazing at the Duke's mansion, which was almost

completely , his heart filled with mixed emotions…

A scream rang out, and amidst the old man's hearty smile, someone quickly came out, wiping the sweat from his brow

and laughing, "Old sir, you've fulfilled your mission, you confessed."

"Hehe," the old man chuckled, then went back in, his face all smiles, saying kindly, "See? Why didn't you just say so sooner? You

had to go through all this trouble. You suffered, and you've made this old man suffer too…"

His gentle expression made the man in black want to spit blood in his face, but he couldn't.

Beside him a servant-like man held a rat by its tail, dangling it above his bulging trousers, surmising that

if he made any sudden move, the rat would really eat his manhood for supper…

"Alright, speak now, who sent you to impersonate General Tu's subordinate and report the matter of the poisoned corpse to my master?"

The old man's brows furrowed, his demeanor completely different from before.

He thought that even if the hereditary Duke of Jingguo, Yang Cun, was powerful,

he was just a teenager. He never expected Yang Cun to see through him so easily. The man in black still didn't understand where he had gone wrong, turning this lucrative position

into a hot potato… Oh well, he had no choice but to confess. He didn't ask for mercy, just a quick death. That

giant rat was truly terrifying…

Half an incense stick's time later, the old man emerged from the secret room with a solemn expression. He instructed those around him,

“Keep an eye on things. I'm going to Yipinlou to find Brother Wang.”

“But sir, it's still late at night,” someone reminded him.

“I'm afraid of making a mistake. This matter is no small thing…”

Tonight was destined to be anything but peaceful. In all this time, tonight had seen the most events.

This was Wang Dong's true feeling.

After dealing with the people who attacked Yue Long at Yipinlou, he had just taken a shower and gone back to bed when he was dragged out of bed

.

“What? Tianjin?” Wang Dong's incredulous voice echoed from the brightly lit room.

"Yes," someone affirmed, their voice aged yet as spirited as Wang Dong's. They then

lowered their voice, saying, "That man said the person who sent him was..."

"Even the young master didn't expect that. Li Cheng, you go back first. We'll discuss this when the young master returns."

Wang Dong's voice was unusually cautious and serious.

"Alright. Then the young master shouldn't be in danger tonight, right?"

"Probably not. With this incident, the young master will only be safer..."

The gradually fading conversation dissipated into the deep, restless night...

Meanwhile, the young master Yang Cun, whose safety was being worried about by the two veteran generals, was enjoying a rare visual feast.

The hazy mist made the bright lights appear ambiguous, and some, even with deliberately low oil levels,

were gradually about to go out.

A hazy, beautiful quality began to appear in his vision.

If men are said to be prone to sexual urges, Yang Cun felt he had little grounds to object.

Men are, after all, animals driven by their lower instincts; it's true, there's no need to hide it.

Like now, he had been aroused by Lan Yue's deliberate actions earlier, and then annoyed by her feigned

indifference, but now, as she skillfully bathed him, even meticulously washing his inner

thighs , Yang Cun's body couldn't help but heat up again.

With Lan Yue's closer movement, Yang Cun took a deep breath of her fragrance.

The scent of makeup washed away by the water left only her natural body fragrance, so faint it was almost

undetectable. The water was a little cool, but with his body warm, it felt just right.

"Hiss…" Just as he was lost in thought, Lan Yue's hand actually slipped onto his limp penis,

washing it as if it were his skin.

This woman… how could this woman be so calm? She was just as calm when she

gently . And now, with her precious darling, she's still just as

calm? Besides, this woman is clearly doing it on purpose. It's not like I'm covered in millennia-old grime;

why is she washing me so meticulously? Is she deliberately torturing me?

Her alluring body is wrapped in a wet robe, her curves perfectly defined,

water splashing everywhere with every rise and fall. If Yang Cun had initially considered removing this barrier

, he now has no such intention.

The allure of wetness, the shyness of concealment, is always more seductive to a man than nakedness. However, what Yang Cun doesn't understand

is, if she's washing like this, why does Lan Yue even need to get in the water? Also, compared to when she first got in,

her body temperature has dropped. One reason is the lower water temperature, and the other…

thinking about that possibility, Yang Cun's heart couldn't help but flutter with lust again.

Or perhaps this woman also desires him? "So she deliberately used the cooled water to suppress it? I'm a

fucking genius , I even guessed that." Seeing that the excessive seductiveness on Lan Yue's face had vanished, leaving only

the familiar charm he knew from the beginning, Yang Cun increasingly felt he had grasped the crux of the matter.

This woman understood men's minds perfectly; she knew that men

wouldn't , so she deliberately kept him in suspense.

"Lan Yue, you can leave now. Please ask the young master to find me a replacement."

Under Lan Yue's vigorous movements, his manhood indeed rose again, but seeing that Lan Yue had no

reaction, pretending not to see and continuing her actions, Yang Cun suddenly felt incredibly pathetic.

If it were a little more comfortable, that would be fine, but it was terribly swollen. Playing hide-and-seek was a

form , and he didn't object to it. But he was a man; even if he wanted to play, he had to know how to control himself. And who knew if this

woman would just leave after driving him to the brink of madness? That would be worse than death.

"What? Is my service unsatisfactory, my lord?" Lan Yue paused for a moment, but her expression remained

calm . Looking at Yang Cun, her grip tightened slightly, and she said, "If my lord is not satisfied,

the young master will beat me to death if I leave here."

Was this a tacit admission that she was the young master's woman? Yang Cun smiled, exuding a roguish charm, deliberately thrusting his erect

penis—the one still held by Lan Yue—and replied, "It's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just that my

brothers are protesting fiercely."

Lan Yue suddenly fell silent.

Yang Cun, a smile playing on his lips, stared intently at her pretty face, determined that if she dared to actually stand

up leave, he would take her down, even at the risk of injury. He wasn't letting her play with his brothers like that.

In truth, Lan Yue was merely pondering the reason for Yang Cun's sudden change of attitude. She was simply playing with Yang Cun's arrogance

, just like at the beginning, to achieve the desired effect through a stalemate. But now…

unfortunately, she miscalculated. As a member of the Yang family, Yang Cun seemed to lack a certain arrogance.

What kind of backbone could someone expect from someone who runs away when he can't win? Especially when faced with women throwing themselves at him.

However, for Yang Cun, backbone and moral principles were clearly separated.

If he were to leave this place again empty-handed… Biting her lower lip, she pondered for a moment, then bent down and took

Yang Cun's penis into her cherry-like mouth.

She was going to give him oral sex? Yang Cun's mind went blank. He had only intended to scare her and coax her into using her hand

to relieve him first, but he hadn't expected such an unexpected reward?

Compared to the previous women's passive acceptance, Lan Yue's technique was far superior. After all, she was a woman who had received specialized training

; her small, soft, nimble tongue almost drove Yang Cun to the heavens.

It wasn't just passive sucking; Lan Yue's agile little tongue curled around the penis in her mouth. Because she didn't swallow the whole thing

, only taking most of the glans into her mouth, she could still play with it, and quite skillfully at that, more so than any woman Yang Cun had ever

experienced .

She used her tongue to delicately trace, tease, and roll it, the small bumps on her tongue rubbing

against the incredibly sensitive glans, making Yang Cun tremble uncontrollably. She even suddenly curled her tongue tip and

tried to burrow into the urethral opening.

The feeling was indescribable. Every pore on his body opened up, an indescribable pleasure,

yet also a kind of irresistible torment. This was far from enough of the unattainable torment, and because

he couldn't bear to give up such stimulation, he could only passively endure this painful yet pleasurable joy.

Damn, he never thought oral sex could have such wonders? Compared to the difficult sucking and the unrestrained, arbitrary

thrusting , this gentle torment was far more intoxicating.

A man should be the active, the aggressor. Therefore, Yang Cun had never known that being passive could

have such an indescribable effect.

Okay, he admitted. The woman who offered him oral sex was a beauty,

a woman . If it were someone like Ru Hua, he probably wouldn't even feel pleasure; he might vomit his guts out.

"Hiss..." Just as Yang Cun was trying to savor this wonderful feeling, a sharp pain struck him, a

real pain, yet also carrying an indescribable stimulating pleasure.

Lan Yue actually bit his precious thing? Although it was just a light bite, it still filled Yang Cun with dread.

What if this woman hardened her heart and bit down hard? Wouldn't his life be ruined?

Unlike the An sisters, who were devoted to him, she belonged to Zhao Qinyun. Even if he was certain she wouldn't dare

harm , there was no guarantee this beauty wouldn't do something reckless.

"Lan Yue, you're hurting me."

Suppressing the trembling between his lips, Yang Cun made up his mind. If Lan Yue gave in and answered, he would seize the opportunity to pull out

his treasure, and then...

hehe, letting her go was out of the question. In Yang Cun's dictionary, there was no

habit . Since she could play like this, he would take advantage of her power and fight her for real. He didn't think she

would dare to do anything then. Her inner strength was sealed, so she had no ability to resist? These were minor problems. You know, in

the life where he had no power, he survived by being shameless and smooth-talking.

He wondered if Lan Yue had read his mind, for she showed no sign of loosening her grip, instead taking him even

deeper into her mouth, her voice muffled as she asked, "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid? Hahahaha, what would I be afraid of?" Yang Cun quickly replied, but a sudden jolt went through him.

Had he really been so obvious, or did Lan Yue possess mind-reading abilities? "My beauty, you've served me very

well. I'll have the young master redeem you later."

He casually made up a story to cover his embarrassment, and as soon as he finished speaking, he felt Lan Yue pause for a moment,

but then quickly resume, as if nothing had happened. As his dragon root penetrated deeper, the glans was enveloped by the delicate flesh deep inside his throat, tightening and loosening

with Lan Yue's breathing, almost making Yang Cun cry out, his body convulsing involuntarily. 　　Only two-thirds of it had gone in so far, with a portion still outside. Yet Lan Yue continued to push in as if she felt no discomfort whatsoever. 　　Inch by inch. The panicked, tightly gripped sensation of being invaded by a foreign object was a sensitive stimulation coming from his esophagus. Lan Yue tried her best to relax her body, using her breath to stimulate the tender flesh between her throats, stimulating her penis. 　　The tightness was the most intense; the relentless squeezing brought a suffocating pleasure that made Yang Cun's toes want dance. 　　It was so good, so incredibly good! This was the real deal, the ultimate experience! 　　Her slightly cool hands weren't idle either, gently kneading his scrotum. 　　Straightening his legs, Yang Cun grabbed Lan Yue's hair. He straightened his neck and roared, "Ah..." 　　He couldn't take it anymore, he was going crazy. He couldn't bear this stimulation. Only the raw, unrestrained movements could relieve the pressure on his tense nerves; otherwise, he was going to break. 　　Yang Cun couldn't help but shrink back, and with a "pop," his penis slipped out of his throat. 　　The suffocating feeling was gone, but the swelling was unbearable, even painful. If he didn't he was absolutely certain he would suffocate. 　　This woman was so good at pleasing men, so seductive; he might as well take her right here, a romantic encounter wouldn't be so bad . Determined to get up and pounce on him, to prevent Lan Yue from pinning him down again, he simply grabbed her hand. 　　"Master, don't be impatient, I will definitely make you feel like you're in heaven." 　　Lan Yue suddenly turned around and gave Yang Cun a seductive smile, her red lips alluring, with glistening saliva still clinging to , decadent and alluring. 　　Was it the words "feeling like you're in heaven" that bewitched him, or the beautiful woman, whose allure was no less than that of a scene from an erotic palace? Yang Cun really didn't move again. 　　With a charming smile, Lan Yue buried her head and once again took Yang Cun's swollen desire into her mouth, slowly pushing it in, and then slowly withdrawing after reaching a certain depth, repeating this process. 　　Not enough, not nearly enough. Yang Cun's eyes turned red, tormented by the overwhelming desire of his prostate, he lost all reason , suddenly stood up, grabbed Lan Yue's collar and ripped it off, half of her already wet clothes were torn off . 　　Because Lan Yue was bent over, her front was hidden, only her beautiful, jade-like back was visible, stimulating every nerve from her retina to her brain. Yang Cun's large hand swept around her back, taking advantage of the situation to restrain Lan Yue, while also grabbing her breasts. Already nearly overwhelmed by the stimulation, Yang Cun couldn't contain his surging emotions, his fingers spreading to squeeze hard. 　　"Ah..." Pressed down from behind by Yang Cun, his penis already deep in her throat, Lan Yue, perhaps hurt by his sudden action, went limp, letting out a sharp groan from deep within her throat. 　　Yang Cun's other hand smoothly slid under Lan Yue's skirt. 　　This woman really wasn't wearing anything underneath; the smoothness and suppleness of her thighs...tsk tsk, simply amazing, the feel was incredible. Without hesitation, he slid down to her pubic area at the base of her thighs, touching a patch of wet hair. 　　Because they were in the water, Lan Yue's entire body, except for her hair, was wet, but that wetness easily led to impure thoughts. He tried to penetrate further, but her jade legs were tightly clamped together, making it difficult to insert. Frustrated, Yang Cun frantically scratched at her pubic hair. 　　"Beautiful Lan Yue, you truly understand men's hearts, you know how to please men so well. Continue, don't stop, quickly use your alluring little mouth to serve my treasure..." 　　Between strokes, Yang Cun let out a comfortable moan. This Lan Yue was truly a beauty; if he took her home, aside from anything else, just serving him like this every now and then would be enough to make him ecstatic. 　　Overwhelmed with excitement, Yang Cun's penis throbbed in Lan Yue's mouth. To dispel Yang Cun's desire to switch partners, Lan Yue became so engrossed in serving him that she was caught off guard, allowing him to take the initiative. She had successfully ignited his desire, and now that fire was spreading through his hands to her. 　　Yang Cun's hands kneading her breasts felt like an eagle's claws; pain was inevitable, but it was also a normal bodily reaction, a throbbing of desire. All her senses were filled with a strong masculine scent. The force of Yang Cun's thrusting had caused her to choke on water, and the large hand lingering on her private parts, ready to ravage at any moment, all contributed to her discomfort. 　　However, none of this discomfort paled in comparison to the turmoil in her heart. Regardless of her inner thoughts, there was an undeniable tingling sensation rising in her lower abdomen. 　　As a courtesan, she knew what that meant. 　　"Ugh…Master…" Lan Yue tried to get Yang Cun to loosen his grip, otherwise she would choke on the water. But with her lips filled with his penis, she could only manage broken, muffled sounds; she couldn't utter a single word.

His eyes were filled with the sight of white, tender flesh, and the sensation under his hands aroused his desire.

Yet, at this crucial moment, Lan Yue made no move, simply holding it in her mouth.

This was so painful that Yang Cun's eyes were red. He released her, lifted her chin, and seeing her flushed face,

without a word , he got up, picked her up, stepped out of the bathtub, and carried her to the bed. With each movement, Lan Yue's breasts

swayed up and down, attracting attention.

Why be polite? He buried his face in one of her strawberry-like nipples and began to suckle fiercely.

"My lord, my lord, no… um…"

she whimpered.

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