Steam filled the bathroom, softening the harsh white light. Jiang Shunnian braced his hands against the wall as warm water cascaded down his smooth, pale back—only to be halted by an arm wrapped around his waist.
Jiang Shunnian’s breathing had lost all rhythm. Though he gripped the wall, he could only stay upright thanks to Fu Yanli’s supporting arm.
Fu Yanli had even prepared the necessary items in the bathroom, calling it proper foreplay preparation.
But who needs this much prep?
Fu Yanli leaned down to kiss Jiang Shunnian’s jade-like shoulder and back, leaving faint red marks. He chuckled lowly: “Almost there. I’m just scared you’ll get hurt.”
They had endured so much buildup already—Fu Yanli could wait a little longer.
Though the Medicinal Jade was smooth and warm and moist, it was still hard. Fu Yanli would never let Jiang Shunnian suffer. The custom-made ones were two sizes slimmer than him at their thickest, mainly for conditioning the body.
Preparation was essential to ensure no injury.
Jiang Shunnian felt like he was going mad. The red wine he’d drunk earlier left his body limp, his senses heightened several times over.
By the time Fu Yanli finally finished, Jiang Shunnian had no strength left at all.
Fu Yanli meticulously dried the young man in his arms before carrying him back to the bed.
Jiang Shunnian’s body trembled faintly—not sure if from nerves or fear.
“Turn off the light,” Jiang Shunnian demanded firmly.
Fu Yanli really wanted to see Jiang Shunnian’s utterly different allure from his usual self; it had to be breathtakingly beautiful. He dawdled, reluctant to comply.
But with Jiang Shunnian’s brows furrowed in a pleading frown, Fu Yanli—loving him too deeply—gave in and switched off the light.
The thick darkness helped Jiang Shunnian’s body relax bit by bit. Fu Yanli intertwined their fingers, kissing his earlobe and lips, his voice soft and tender: “Shunnian… is it okay?”
A whimper escaped Jiang Shunnian’s throat.
…
Even with all the preparation, Fu Yanli was still inhumanly endowed, and Jiang Shunnian struggled hard.
Thankfully, the prior conditioning worked wonders. The process was grueling and prolonged, but they succeeded without injury.
Gasping for breath, Jiang Shunnian thought damn, I’m pretty impressive. After all, everyone knew a French baguette was notoriously tough to swallow.
Sweat beaded on Fu Yanli’s forehead too. He waited until Jiang Shunnian fully adjusted before continuing.
…
If the first time felt like torture, this round was the complete opposite. Jiang Shunnian had no idea it could actually feel this good.
The dual rush of mental and physical pleasure nearly made him lose control—especially with Fu Yanli prioritizing his sensations every step of the way.
When it finally ended, Jiang Shunnian was dazed, arm draped over his eyes, chest heaving wildly.
Fu Yanli pulled him into his embrace and murmured, “How was it? You okay?”
His hand slipped back to check, relaxing only after confirming no injury.
Jiang Shunnian couldn’t move a muscle, his whole body languid and spent. It had been a rollercoaster, adrenaline surging wild—now leaving him hollow and drained.
Eyes closed, he nestled into Fu Yanli’s arms and managed a weak “Mm.”
Aside from that intense finale, Fu Yanli had catered entirely to his pleasure. Jiang Shunnian had truly enjoyed it, so he didn’t hesitate to affirm it.
Fu Yanli laughed softly, marveling again at the treasure he’d found. Jiang Shunnian might be shy, but he was honest—never one to say one thing and mean another.
Stroking his back gently, Fu Yanli whispered, “You worked hard.”
Last time, seeing those bloodstains had filled him with guilt, a regret that lingered for years. Tonight, he’d finally made it right.
Covered in sweat and feeling sticky, Jiang Shunnian lacked the energy to care. He patted Fu Yanli’s arm lightly: “Yanli… I can’t move. Can you carry me for a shower?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks,” Jiang Shunnian said politely.
But he thanked him too soon. Halfway through the bath, he sensed something off and whipped his head around in shock: “Why are you… hard again?”
“Babe, you know my stamina,” Fu Yanli murmured, kissing his lips. “Sorry in advance—gonna be a tough night for you, wife.”
Jiang Shunnian: “…”
What kind of apology is that? Sorry, then straight back to it?
But he truly had no strength left. His attempt to push away came out soft and feeble, more like coy invitation.
Fu Yanli held him tight and began the next conquest.
This time, Jiang Shunnian felt like a tiny boat adrift in a raging storm—massive waves lifting him high before crashing him down, surging seawater invading every crevice, nearly drowning him.
…
By the third round, Jiang Shunnian was crying, begging Fu Yanli to spare him: “I’m really… gonna die…”
“Last time,” Fu Yanli promised, holding him close and kissing him tenderly.
Fu Yanli knew he was pushing too far, but he couldn’t help it. Jiang Shunnian was perfection; he was addicted, demanding endlessly.
As for soothing him tomorrow morning? That was tomorrow’s problem.
Before passing out, Jiang Shunnian mustered his last strength for a fierce warning: “You just… wait.”
