Free Web NovelChapter 132: An Unexpected Name
Xinyuan smiled around his cock, his eyes watering from the depth but heavy with amusement. Wenzhi came hard, and Xinyuan swallowed down the release, taking everything before licking his lips and rising back to his feet.
"I want to come inside you, please," he whispered against Wenzhi’s lips, pressing a hand flat against his chest.
"How does it feel being so polite?" Wenzhi managed to ask, his eyes dazed and his breath hitching. His lips were swollen, red from the kissing, and his wet hair clung to his face. He looked entirely too beautiful.
Xinyuan just gave him a polite, dimpled smile before turning Wenzhi around. He pressed Wenzhi’s chest flat against the wet wall, bracing his weight. Gripping Wenzhi’s waist with one hand, Xinyuan worked two slick fingers back inside him, stretching him out.
"Hah..." Wenzhi gasped, his knees buckling, but Xinyuan’s hold was iron-clad. He lined himself up and pushed in with a slow, heavy glide, making Wenzhi feel every single bit of the friction before bottoming out completely. Wenzhi felt the pressure deep in his gut.
Bracing his hands firmly against the tile to hold himself up, Wenzhi trembled as Xinyuan growled low into his ear, breathing heavily. "You’re gripping me so tight, Zhi’er."
Wenzhi couldn’t even form a word, just a breathless whimper as Xinyuan began to fuck him against the wall. The thrusts were hard and deep, hitting his sweet spot over and over until Wenzhi was seeing stars.
Xinyuan leaned down, kissing his shoulder and neck, biting into his skin to anchor himself while Wenzhi fought to keep his footing.
"Fuck, this is so... hot," he cursed, his head pressed against the wall. "Xinyuan..."
"I know... I’ve got you," Xinyuan breathed. He pinned Wenzhi closer to the wall, grabbing his arm and locking it against his lower back while Wenzhi pressed his other palm flat against the tile.
Xinyuan pounded into him ruthlessly, driving Wenzhi crazy. Goosebumps broke out over his skin despite the scalding water. Cheek pressed against the wet tile, Wenzhi’s eyes rolled back in sheer ecstasy.
"Better?" Xinyuan whispered against his ear.
"Deeper," Wenzhi choked out.
Xinyuan grinned, his face pulling tight with raw hunger. He pulled out completely, spun Wenzhi around, and lifted him straight up.
Wenzhi instinctively wrapped his legs tightly around his waist, his arms locking over Xinyuan’s shoulders, nails digging into his back as Xinyuan slid all the way back inside.
"Ahh..!" Wenzhi threw his head back with a loud cry.
Xinyuan fucked him hard and deep, keeping that heavy, deliberate pace that Wenzhi loved. The intensity pushed Wenzhi right over the edge again, his body spasming as he came. Xinyuan didn’t stop, driving through Wenzhi’s release until his own body locked up, grunting heavily as he came deep inside him.
Wenzhi held him close, leaning in to steal a deep, lazy kiss under the falling water. They stayed like that for a long time, washing them clean before they finally stepped out into the bedroom.
Xinyuan wore one of Wenzhi’s oversized shirts over a pair of loose sweatpants as they finished eating. After clearing the container, they finally crawled into bed, Xinyuan immediately pulling Wenzhi flush against his chest and snuggling him close.
Wenzhi was the first to drift off under the heavy warmth of the blankets, and Xinyuan followed shortly after.
But later that night, Xinyuan’s eyes snapped open.
Moving silently, he carefully loosened his heavy grip around Wenzhi, ensuring his Guide didn’t stir. He slipped out of the bedroom and padded down the dark hallway toward the sitting room.
Walking right into the middle of a very intense scene. Duan Ze was actively riding Kaiwen, who was sitting boldly upright on the couch.
The exact second they noticed Xinyuan standing in the doorway, Duan Ze completely panicked. Kaiwen, entirely unbothered, simply smirked. He grabbed Duan Ze by the waist, flipping him over to lay flat on the cushions, and immediately covered his body with his own, all while driving deep inside him without breaking a single beat of his rhythm, clearly trying to provoke Xinyuan on purpose.
Within minutes, Duan Ze managed to calm down under Kaiwen’s weight, his muffled gasps filling the room.
Xinyuan internally cursed, trying to block out the noise. His attention was actually fixed on the heavily tied-up, unconscious decoy slumped in the corner anyway.
Activating his psychokinesis, a faint ripple of energy lifted the prisoner entirely off the chair. The man’s body floated silently through the air behind Xinyuan as he dragged him down the hall and into Wenzhi’s old bedroom. The room was empty and coated in a thin layer of dust since they had spent the last two weeks exclusively staying in Xinyuan’s room.
He let the body drop heavily onto the floor, the dust swirling around the impact. Xinyuan stepped forward and yanked the rough sackcloth off the man’s face, leaning down to inspect him closer.
The guy looked like he was in his late twenties, his features still thoroughly ruined from Kaiwen’s fists.
"I know you’re awake," Xinyuan said softly, his voice cutting through the quiet room. "Were you perhaps enjoying Kaiwen and Duan Ze’s little exercise session so much that you didn’t want to open your eyes?"
The man’s eyelids fluttered, slowly opening. The moment he registered Xinyuan standing over him, absolute horror bled into his swollen, beaten face.
Xinyuan straightened up, looking down at him coldly. "Now, let’s do this carefully. If Wenzhi wakes up and comes in here, things are going to get a hell of a lot worse for you. You’re going to answer my questions."
The man gave a stiff, terrified nod.
"Who kidnapped Duan Ze, Ru Yi, Fu Muhan, and Hanmei? And why?" Xinyuan asked, completely straightforward.
The man’s eyes widened in panic. "I..." he choked, the words catching in his throat under his own labored breath.
"Speak," Xinyuan insisted, his brown eyes flashing a vibrant, lethal shade of deep red.
The prisoner flinched violently, squeezing his eyes shut. "Fu Muhan and Hanmei were never part of the original plan! They were just collateral damage. We just wanted everyone to think the Old Blood was behind the whole thing, but the primary targets were always Duan Ze and Ru Yi!"
Xinyuan raised a single eyebrow, his face creasing with an impatient, dangerous silence as he waited for the next details.
Cowering against the ropes, the prisoner immediately blurted out the name to save his own skin. "Pei Luo! It’s all Pei Luo!"
"Pei Luo?" Xinyuan repeated, his brow furrowing. He honestly hadn’t expected that name to surface.
The man just lay there, chest heaving as he breathed heavily against the dusty floorboards.
Xinyuan cocked his head to the side, a dismissive, dangerous smirk touching his lips. "Explains the pathetic texts."
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the dusty room, locking the heavy door firmly behind him to keep the man contained.
