"Ugh!" Caught off guard, Yan Feili was suddenly pinned to the ground by the master; the cold, damp ground jolted him awake.
Beitang Ao was completely intoxicated by the drug, his whole body urgently demanding release.
His hot lips and tongue traced along Yan Feili's jaw, neck, and shoulders, mercilessly leaving bite marks wherever they touched; his hands roughly tore off layer after layer of their clothes.
"Ma-Master…" Yan Feili already knew what the master intended and was greatly alarmed.
Yan Feili, as the North Gate General of the Four Heavenly Gates, handsome and gentle by nature, had never gone without intimacy with any woman in his twenty-eight years.
Back when he was a bandit in Jian Kingdom, he was young and full of vigor, and had impulsively gone into town multiple times with his men to seek pleasure.
But since meeting Beitang Ao, he had never touched a woman again.
Because besides Beitang Ao, there was no room in his heart for anyone else.
But this did not mean he was willing to be embraced by a man or wanted to embrace a man.
Because his love was pure.
Beitang Ao was like a high and distant bright moon in his heart, pure and unattainable.
He had never had any dirty or impure thoughts about Beitang Ao.
But now, he was being roughly pinned to the ground by Beitang Ao.
In an instant, Yan Feili's upper body was almost completely exposed.
Beitang Ao bent down and kissed the red tassel on Yan Feili's chest.
No! That was not a kiss, but biting and ravaging.
Yan Feili gasped.
But strangely, amidst the pain, it brought him a strange pleasure.
Yan Feili could not resist Beitang Ao.
His weak resistance to Beitang Ao had long since disappeared.
Although he had never had this kind of relationship with a man, Yan Feili knew what was about to happen.
Looking at Beitang Ao's face, intoxicated by the drug, Yan Feili gritted his teeth and resolved to bear everything.
All of this was caused by his mistake; he bore an unshirkable responsibility.
Moreover, the one suffering the drug's torment was his most important master.
No matter what, as long as it could relieve the master, he was willing to do it.
Determined, Yan Feili tried to relax himself.
Beitang Ao could not see the forced calm expression on Yan Feili's handsome face; suddenly, he lifted Yan Feili's weakly resisting hands above his head, roughly spread his long legs with his knees, and with a thrust, the pent-up desire violently and directly entered that unprepared narrow passage without any buffering.
"Ah!" Although Yan Feili was mentally prepared, the tearing pain was so sudden and unexpected that he cried out in pain, his legs unnaturally spread wide apart.
The tight, virgin-like entrance, after another thrust, forcibly swallowed the huge beast.
"Ugh…" Cold sweat appeared on Yan Feili's forehead; his fingers tightly clawed at the cold, rough grass, hoping to find an outlet for the pain inside.
But the source of the pain kept intensifying.
Blood gushed from the torn wound, flowing down Yan Feili's upper thigh, staining the withered yellow grass red.
Beitang Ao's assault grew more and more fierce.
In and out repeatedly, deeper and deeper… At first, Yan Feili had to bite his lower lip tightly, enduring the humiliating and excruciating pain.
But as the opening stretched and was moistened with fresh blood, whether it was because his body was different from ordinary people or because of long abstinence, Yan Feili gradually began to feel a trace of pleasure from this rough union.
He involuntarily twisted his body slightly, only to be met with Beitang Ao's even more excited and forceful thrusts.
"Ah…" Amid countless thrusts, Yan Feili suddenly lost control and let out an involuntary moan.
Beitang Ao, in his frenzy, heard and saw nothing at all.
But Yan Feili was startled by his own moan.
If it weren't for Beitang Ao's hands firmly pressing his on both sides, he would have immediately covered his mouth.
His legs spread wide, penetrated by a man in such a humiliating posture, yet he still made such shameless, lewd sounds—this shocked Yan Feili deeply.
But before he could feel ashamed, Beitang Ao's next round of impact shattered him… He lost track of how much time passed, or how many times the Gate Master poured himself inside him.
As dusk gradually fell and evening came, Beitang Ao, collapsed on Yan Feili's body, finally sobered from the drug's madness.
When he opened his eyes and saw Yan Feili's fainted handsome face so close, he was momentarily confused, unsure of where he was.
Raising his body, Beitang Ao was shocked to find that his member was still inside Yan Feili… "Uh…" As Beitang Ao moved, Yan Feili also moved unconsciously.
In an instant, Beitang Ao's member immediately swelled again inside him.
Beitang Ao was stunned and embarrassed, quickly withdrawing.
"Ah!" The sudden unprepared withdrawal rubbed against the fragile, injured inner walls, causing a sharp pain that awakened Yan Feili.
The opening felt empty.
A large amount of thick white fluid mixed with blood gushed out, the musky sweet scent of desire instantly filling the surrounding air.
"Gate Master…" Seeing the rare panicked and helpless expression on the usually cold and aloof Gate Master's face, Yan Feili also felt a surge of panic.
An awkward atmosphere spread around them.
Beitang Ao quickly regained his composure, stood up, and hurriedly tidied his clothes.
Yan Feili stiffened his body and slowly stood up from the ground, his legs unusually sore and weak.
As he rose, a hot flow suddenly spilled from his lower body, bringing a faint metallic scent.
Yan Feili looked up and met the Gate Master's embarrassed gaze.
Both remained silent, neither knowing what to say.
After tidying their clothes, Beitang Ao suddenly walked over to the corpses of the demons a few steps away and furiously whipped their bodies with the Dragon-Slaying Silver Whip.
