Forcibly Snatched by the Tyrant After Transmigrating into a Book 15

Chapter 15: Wedding Night

Chu Yi soaked alone in the bathing pool for a long time, unwilling to face the matter of attending the bedchamber.

But now that it had come to this, he had no choice but to face it. His marriage to Sheng Qianheng was a foregone conclusion. He could only hope that Sheng Qianheng would be gentle with him…

He couldn’t help but recall the day he had thrown himself at the tyrant. If it weren’t for his own good constitution, he might have really died on that tyrant’s bed.

He slowly raised a hand and reached behind him. Rather than hoping for someone else to be gentle, it was better to rely on himself beforehand…

But he could never bring himself to do it. He admitted that his sexual orientation had always been toward men, and he was indeed the one on the bottom. But he had never pleased himself in this way…

The maidservant who had withdrawn behind the screen, seeing no movement from Chu Yi, was afraid he had fainted and asked, “Your Ladyship, would you like to get out of the bath?”

In the end, Chu Yi couldn’t bring himself to do it and had to give up. He scanned the clothes rack but couldn’t find any trace of his inner robe. “Where are my clothes?”

Ruotao chuckled and explained, “Your Ladyship, there is no need to wear clothes when attending the bedchamber. The maids will wrap you directly in the bedding.”

The corners of Chu Yi’s lips stiffened. He had forgotten about this part. It was just like the historical dramas he had seen. The author was a stickler for details…

In the end, Chu Yi soaked in the bathing pool until he was nearly wrinkled all over before he was willing to accept reality. He was wrapped tightly by several maids and placed on the bed in Jingyang Palace.

After all the maids had withdrawn, Chu Yi slowly sat up. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he clutched the quilt and tiptoed off the bed. He vaguely remembered that there were spare clothes in the cabinet. He rummaged through it and finally pulled out a set of silk inner robes and underpants. He hurriedly got back on the bed and dressed himself neatly.

Chu Yi really didn’t like the feeling of lying naked in the bedding. It felt awkward all over…

Sheng Qianheng, on the other hand, had been plied with a great deal of wine by the ministers. He entered Jingyang Palace reeking of alcohol and walked straight toward the bed.

Hearing Sheng Qianheng’s footsteps grow clearer, Chu Yi became more and more flustered, not even noticing the heat rising from the back of his neck…

Sheng Qianheng stood before the bed, his gaze drawn to Chu Yi’s reddened earlobe. He reached out, squatted in front of the bed, and pinched it. His voice lacked its usual solemnity. “A-Yi, your ears are so red…”

Chu Yi dodged slightly, then sat up, hugging the quilt. He looked at Sheng Qianheng’s unfocused eyes and asked, “Are you drunk?”

Sheng Qianheng shook his head. “No, I was just happy, so I had a few more drinks.”

“That happy?” Chu Yi’s nervousness seemed to gradually subside. The Sheng Qianheng before him seemed to have no trace of tyranny. “Tell me about it?”

Sheng Qianheng saw the quilt wrapped around Chu Yi gradually slip from his shoulders. He reached out to pull it up for him and continued, “Now that we’re married, you are mine… When I was a child in the Cold Palace, I told you I wanted to marry you. You wouldn’t believe me, saying it was just a child’s nonsense. Haven’t I married you now?”

After squatting for a long time, Sheng Qianheng’s legs felt extremely numb, so he simply sat on the floor. He looked up, smiling foolishly at Chu Yi’s flushed cheeks.

Although he had used some tricks and schemes to get Chu Yi to enter the palace as a consort, at this moment, he was happy. He wondered if Chu Yi was as happy as he was.

Chu Yi felt the heat rise as he was wrapped in the quilt. A warm current seemed to flow through his body, making him increasingly hot and restless. He had no choice but to pull the quilt off and sit up properly. “Your Majesty is drunk and talking nonsense. Would you like to come to bed and rest?”

Sheng Qianheng nodded and reached for his belt to undress, but his vision was too blurry. He failed to untie it after several attempts.

Chu Yi sighed softly, pushed the quilt aside slightly, and climbed off the bed. He knelt in front of Sheng Qianheng, helping him untie his belt. He looked up and asked, “Can you still stand? Let me help you undress.”

Sheng Qianheng slowly nodded. He took Chu Yi’s wrist to stand up, his gaze never leaving him. Although the wedding attire had made Chu Yi’s skin look exceptionally fair, the sight of his figure, faintly visible through a single inner robe, made him sink even deeper.

He tried to control his breathing. Sheng Qianheng had long since noticed that Chu Yi’s xìnxiāng seemed to be out of control again, just like the day he had differentiated. Could his Rain and Dew Period be approaching?

Chu Yi took off Sheng Qianheng’s wedding robes one by one and placed them on the clothes rack. Just as he turned around, Sheng Qianheng cupped his face. Sheng Qianheng’s hot breath fanned across his nose, carrying a faint scent of wine, which actually made him feel a little drunk as well…

Chu Yi’s eyes were slightly lowered, his black hair cascading over his shoulders. He stood quietly, making no movement other than breathing.

He pressed his lips together slightly, his eyelashes trembling unconsciously. He only heard Sheng Qianheng say, “Chu Yi, today is our wedding, our wedding night…”

He naturally knew. Since he couldn’t escape it, he could only try to enjoy it as much as possible…

Before the words were finished, Chu Yi raised his hands, grabbed Sheng Qianheng’s lapels, stood on his tiptoes slightly, and placed a kiss on his lips. The moment their eyes met, he was filled with panic. “A-Heng, I’m scared… of the pain…”

Sheng Qianheng eagerly wrapped his arms around him, their lips meeting in a clumsy kiss.

In an instant, Chu Yi was lifted up by Sheng Qianheng. The feeling of being airborne made him instinctively wrap his arms around Sheng Qianheng’s neck. His already chaotic heartbeat became even more frantic, and his breathing even stopped.

Sheng Qianheng sat steadily on the bed, with Chu Yi straddling his lap. The light inner robe opened slightly with their movements, revealing a bare shoulder.

The medicinal scent wafting from the back of Chu Yi’s neck gradually intertwined with the scent of Zhuǎnrìlián, creating a naturally seductive atmosphere.

Sheng Qianheng felt a heat coil in his lower abdomen, his blood rushing upward. The pads of his fingers slowly slipped under the inner robe to knead Chu Yi’s slender waist.

In the quiet bedchamber, their two sets of panting breaths overlapped, revealing their passion…

Chu Yi was kissed until he could hardly breathe, his entire body going limp. His arms slid powerlessly from Sheng Qianheng’s shoulders.

Sheng Qianheng took the opportunity to turn and gently push Chu Yi onto the bed, his lips lingering on his neck. He reached out and hooked the lapel that was barely hanging on Chu Yi’s shoulder, quickly removing the obstructive inner robe.

Chu Yi gasped for air, the corners of his eyes already filled with tears of passion. He raised a hand to cover his mouth, not wanting to make a sound. But because of Sheng Qianheng’s fingertips, a few ambiguous moans escaped from his throat…

His already fair skin was now tinged with a seductive red. The rise and fall of his chest with each breath was pitifully alluring.

The rough pads of Sheng Qianheng’s fingers brushed lightly over him, causing Chu Yi’s breath to catch. He shook his head helplessly…

Perhaps due to his passion, the medicinal scent gradually grew stronger, filling the bedchamber. Sheng Qianheng felt a throbbing in his temples. He bit down hard on his back teeth and said in a low voice, “A-Yi, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop myself from hurting you…”

Chu Yi shook his head with a whimper, his tear-filled eyes looking helplessly at Sheng Qianheng, begging him to be a little gentler so he could feel better. “A-Heng, be gentle…”

Sheng Qianheng opened his mouth and gently nibbled on Chu Yi’s Adam’s apple, easily removing the last of his clothes.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Yi was completely exposed, like a god unstained by dust who had suddenly fallen into the mortal world, tainted by worldly desires…

Chu Yi’s breathing grew heavier, his chest trembling unconsciously.

Sheng Qianheng stared mesmerized at Chu Yi’s fair skin. Chu Yi’s whimpered pleas for mercy brought him back to his senses for a moment.

He gently kissed away the tears at the corners of Chu Yi’s eyes, one by one. “A-Yi, trust me…”

“I…” Chu Yi felt his own passion rising. He looked up at Sheng Qianheng’s tense jawline and unconsciously relented, “Just be gentle…”

Sheng Qianheng then took the ointment that had been prepared beforehand and helped him open up.

Chu Yi’s breathing unconsciously quickened. The strange sensation was something he couldn’t get used to at once, and tears couldn’t stop falling.

He turned his head and buried his face in the pillow. Seeing this, Sheng Qianheng immediately wrapped his hands around Chu Yi’s waist and helped him sit up.

Sheng Qianheng pressed his forehead against Chu Yi’s, his breathing heavy. “Brother, are you uncomfortable?”

Chu Yi’s vision was blurry with tears. He felt Sheng Qianheng’s long fingertips. “I’m… not used to it…”

Sheng Qianheng took Chu Yi’s hands and wrapped them around himself, then sealed his lips again. He stared at the face in his arms, which was covered in desire, and suddenly quickened the pace of his hands.

Chu Yi let out a “mm,” his body trembling violently.

He felt as if he were completely at Sheng Qianheng’s mercy. The back of his neck was burning hot, and his mouth was filled with Sheng Qianheng’s scent. Chu Yi swallowed helplessly, his hands, which were wrapped around Sheng Qianheng, tugging at his inner robe.

The sound of the silk fabric tearing was faint. Sheng Qianheng chuckled softly. “A-Yi, is my clothing in the way?”

Chu Yi no longer had the ability to reply normally. He only felt that he was about to burst.

After kneeling for a long time, his calves were sore and swollen…

When Sheng Qianheng withdrew his hand, it drew out a few glistening, clear threads of fluid. He felt an intense heat in his lower abdomen. If he suppressed it any longer, he was afraid he would frighten Chu Yi.

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He took one of Chu Yi’s hands, leaned down, and kissed his flushed earlobe, whispering in his ear, “A-Yi, it’s all up to you.”

Chu Yi felt an intense heat in his palm. He froze on the spot, looking helplessly at Sheng Qianheng.

Sheng Qianheng’s breathing suddenly quickened. He took Chu Yi’s Adam’s apple into his mouth. “A-Yi, what are you thinking?”

Chu Yi rested his head tremblingly on the side of Sheng Qianheng’s neck and said intermittently, “Don’t you move…”

Sheng Qianheng bit down hard on his back teeth, trying to steady his breathing. He kissed the back of Chu Yi’s neck.

After Chu Yi had adjusted for a long time, he finally looked up at Sheng Qianheng. He hesitated for a long time before saying, “I don’t know how. A-Heng, you do it…”

Sheng Qianheng rubbed the back of Chu Yi’s neck to help him relax. The sweat on his own forehead had already dripped to his temples. Indulging in this tender moment had long since robbed him of his reason.

The moment he got Chu Yi’s consent, he wrapped his arms around his waist.

Gradually, faint, ambiguous moans began to sound from the bed, only to be replaced in a moment by the clear sound of wetness.

Like a bell being struck, the echo lingered for a long, long time…