Flying Dust - Chapter 43-1

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 43.1

Mo Fei Chen knew that Jun Wushuang’s internal energy had once again entered his several major acupuncture points above his knees as he was afraid that he had done something underhanded1[手脚 literally mean that the movement of hands (or feet); motion/ fig. devious device; trick].

Jun Wushuang kissed the person in his embrace, the way he looked lustily without restraint was indeed beautiful while his eyes closed in ecstasy, however Mo Fei Chen just wanted to bite off his tongue instead.

Finally, he hooked his tongue over Mo Fei Chen’s lips and withdrew. He wished to continue the kiss as he said, “Look, this way you can walk, run and jump, but you can’t use your Qing Gong only.”

“Then you release my acupuncture points.” Mo Fei Chen spoke very calmly, knowing that he was already in Jun Wushuang’s grasp (control).

“Fine.” Jun Wushuang came to Mo Fei Chen’s side, both of them were lying side to side. Jun Wushuang kissed Mo Fei Chen’s back, when the kiss reached a certain point, Mo Fei Chen’s hands finally could move.

He angrily grabbed Jun Wushuang’s hair in one go and pulled it upwards, a childish kind of retaliation.

Jun Wushuang laughed lightly. His teeth bit into Mo Fei Chen’s back skin before then the sound of his sucking was heard.

“What are you doing?” [“What do you want to do?”]

“You ask, what am I going to do?… Husband, you don’t like it when I serve you?” This kind of joke was what they used to make, but when they said it again today, it sounded different in Mo Fei Chen’s ears.

“I don’t want to.”

“But I want it.” Jun Wushuang suddenly and unexpectedly entered Mo Fei Chen’s body without any warning, while the two of them were in a sideways position.

“Ah——” The pain was so intense that he felt that as if he almost fainted, “What the fuck are you doing?” [What the heck are you being crazy about?]

He was halfway in, but Mo Fei Chen knew for sure that he was bleeding and if he moved even a bit, he probably would have to go to heaven.

He bit Jun Wushuang on the back of his shoulder, Jun Wushuang …, Mo Fei Chen shrink and breathed in, clenching the bed sheets as the cold sweat kept flowing. 

“Does it hurt?” Jun Wushuang asked in a soft voice.

“You let me do you and try it if it hurts or not!” Mo Fei Chen’s other hand was clasped to the wrist bone of his opponent’s arm around his waist.

“It’s only when it hurts that you’re holding me so tightly, isn’t it?” Jun Wushuang took out a long breath, “Fei Chen … It’s really so comfortable inside you… “

But I’m not comfortable at all! One day Lao zi is going to use a cucumber … no, a kitchen knife! A wolf’s-teeth club (ancient weapon with spikes on one end and a long handle on the other)! To stab you rotten in the ass! 

……

Mo Fei Chen felt the rubbed area felt like burning, ‘You better keep pushing, do me until I die so I won’t have to look at your face anymore!’

Behind him, Jun Wushuang suddenly pulled and turned him over, therefore he was in front of him, eye to eye, then he saw the disgust and disdain in Mo Fei Chen’s gaze.

“That’s right, you are afraid of pain, so if you don’t want it to hurt so much in the future, you have to be obedient.” Jun Wushuang’s fingers went through his hair, which was wet with sweat because of the pain.

“Obedient? If you want an obedient pet, I suggest you go to the market and buy a dog, dogs are very obedient to their owner’s words.” Mo Fei Chen snorted. 

Jun Wushuang smiled, when it burst forth, it seemed that he almost cracked open the air. 

“I don’t want you to be my dog, I just want you to stay beside me.” … fingers nestled into Mo Fei Chen’s muscles, “I’ll use true Qi to help you relax (loosened), is that okay right?”

……

Mo Fei Chen could not suppress the moans of varying length from his own throat,…, and eventually fell into the web of madness weaved by Jun Wushuang.

When a warm stream of water was injected into him, Mo Fei Chen stared blankly toward the top of bed.

Damn, this liar has taken advantage of me again.

Thinking of He Yunfeng, Mo Fei Chen felt that his tears were about to fall from his eyes.

But he can’t cry, his kung fu was not as good as Jun Wushuang, if he was bullied by him and still looked like a little wife, he would really be completely lost… 

But Jun Wushuang, that guy, didn’t seem to want to stop at all. He slowly withdrew before then his fingertips entered inside Mo Fei Chen’s body and his fingertips rotated. He drained the thick fluid out. Mo Fei Chen wanted to close his own legs, but he was too weak so he maintained the same position and kept them open. 

Jun Wushuang’s gasped for breath gradually became lower and deeper, and Mo Fei Chen was a bit dizzy. He knew in his heart that the other party would not let him go so easily, but he had no time to think too much more. All he could feel was a spin before his eyes…

Mo Fei Chen felt himself moving on the bed with his partner’s rhythm, his own breathing and his partner’s obscure and hoarse voice intertwined in his ears.

“Fei Chen… Fei Chen…”

Jun Wushuang chanted his name and with such force that it was deeply rooted. Mo Fei Chen even had the misconception that his voice was like the edge of a knife, trying to turn him into a thought, carving it into his mind, into his flesh and blood.

As night falls, Jun Wushuang covers Mo Fei Chen’s back, brushing his fingers over his partner’s slightly flushed skin, slowly getting up and withdrawing from his body.

From the bedside cabinet, he took out a porcelain vase. After cleaning Mo Fei Chen’s body, he rubbed the gel from the bottle onto the torn area at the entrance.