[NSFW SPOILER] 魔道祖师 原版(Mo Dao Zu Shi revised edition) – The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Founder of Diabolism: Chapter 95

魔道祖师 经修版 (Mo Dao Zu Shi revised edition) – The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Founder of Diabolism

Chapter 95 – 爱洗澡 (Ai Xi Zao) – Love for baths

Lan Wangji ignored it and watched him closely, as if Wei Wuxian would flee if he blinked even once. As Wei Wuxian reached out in covering his eyes, he submerged the lower half of his face into the water and blew bubbles. Laughing happily, Wei Wuxian gently pinched his cheeks and asked, “Er-ge ge, how old are you already?”

He picked up the case of soap and wash-cloth by the side, lathering downwards, along Lan WangJi’s face, he came to a halt.

Earlier, when Lan Wangji removed his forehead ribbon and hair tie, his loosened black hair had fell and masked his upper body. However, now that he had helped Lan Wangji in brushing aside his dampened locks, the thirty-over discipline whip lashes and the seared branding mark on his chest were left completely exposed.

The whipping scars strewn across Lan Wangji’s back had spread to his chest, shoulders, biceps and were intertwining on the large area of bright, pale skin. These sinister-looking scars had liberally destroyed what could have been the perfect male specimen of a body.

“… …”

In his abrupt silence, Wei Wuxian lowered his head while he dipped the wash-cloth into water and wiped across the scars.

He cladded his movements in gentleness, despite the fact that these old scars had already scabbed over, no longer causing pain. In fact, even if they were fresh wounds, knowing Lan Wangji’s personality, he would definitely not show even the slightest bit of weakness in his most painful moment.

Wei Wuxian was thirsting for answers in this opportune time. The only people with authority over Lan Wangji to deliver him punishment in the Lan sect were Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren. What exactly could have been the catalyst that forced his dearest elder brother or his uncle who raised him single-handedly, as his pride and joy to deal such a heavy hand? Also, what about that Wen sect branding mark which he had no impression of ever being there? And, the question which he is the most concerned and curious about –

Han Guang-jun, what exactly do you see me as?

However, whenever the question is on the tip of his tongue, he’d find some reason or another to swallow it back in. What with, this not being an urgent matter, it could wait till after we’re done fooling around to ask; what with, this shouldn’t be a casual question, it should wait till we sit down to talk over it seriously; what with, maybe it won’t be taken seriously while we’re drunk.

All of the above excuses had allowed this to drag on, as for the real reason, he had already known for a while.

He was probably just a coward.

He feared that the answer he received would be different from his expectation.

Lan Wangji turned his body abruptly and threw him a glance. At that, Wei Wuxian had only just realized that he had been so lost in thoughts he scrubbed a patch of skin on Lan Wangji’s back red and raw, as if he was smacked. Wei Wuxian asked inwardly if Lan Wangji was dissatisfied with his service? He hurriedly paused his motion and apologised, “Sorry, sorry, are you hurt?”

Without a word, Lan Wangji shook his head. Seeing him sitting meekly in the bathtub and thinking that he looked slightly pitiful, Wei Wuxian hooked a finger to scratch his lower jaw as pacification. Unfulfilled at just scratching his lower jaw, Wei Wuxian was also tempted to poke at Lan Wangji’s abdominal muscles. As his hand reached out, Lan Wangji abruptly gripped his wrist and warned with a deep voice, “Stop squirming.”

His delicate features and eyelashes were still outlined with a trace of clear water droplets, his expression appeared icy cold, yet his gaze was scalding hot.

Having been tolerated by Lan Wangji over his slights countless times for the night, Wei Wuxian had taken Lan Wangji’s endurance for granted, although he had been stopped this time, he brazenly challenged, “Why? Haven’t I been touching you all over for this long already?”

Lan Wangji sealed his lips tight, not letting a single word slip, making it hard to discern if he was angered or not. Seeing so, Wei Wuxian felt a pang of guilt and said, “Alright then, I won’t touch you anymore, clean yourself up.”

After which, he flung the wash-cloth aside and made an attempt to flee. Unexpectedly, instead of allowing his escape, Lan Wangji had tightened the grip on his wrist, commanding, “You can’t leave.”

After his futile attempt at shoving away, Wei Wuxian was again emboldened, “Han Guang-jun, now you’re in the wrong. First you ordered me to help you wash up, then you wouldn’t let me touch you, and now you wouldn’t let me leave. What exactly do you want from me?”

“… …”

After a moment of silence, Lan Wangji spoke in an unreasonable tone, “Anyway, you’re just not allowed to leave.”

In provocation, Wei Wuxian splashed two handful of water unto Lan Wangji’s face and said, “Take a look at yourself, you’re being super unreasonable and a tyrant!”

Without even trying to avoid, the water splattered onto Lan Wangji’s face, “I told you to stop squirming around.”

That was a warning. Due to the strength of the alcohol, Wei Wuxian’s temperature rose.

Wei Wuxian lifted one end of his lips, “If I insist on squirming, what are you gonna do to me? Disciplinary scripture copying? House arrest? Or seal my voice, eh?”

Lan Wangji returned a deathly stare at him, a spark of hurt seemed to flash across his eyes.

This face, this kind of expression, this type of gaze, this sort of situation, this person. Wei Wuxian inhaled a breath of cold air.

Akin to being set ablaze, he fired up and went all out to exclaim, “Han Guang-jun, don’t tell me, you don’t like me touching you in this way!”

The incessant, nonchalance exhibited by Wei Wuxian had finally unhinged the other party.

Similar to having been bit by a venomous snake, Lan Wangji violently jerked his arm, and Wei Wuxian sensed a terrifying might pulling him over.

Water splayed across in an irreparable manner. It was unclear of who the instigator was, but when Wei Wuxian gradually sobered up, he was already sitting on Lan Wangji’s lap.

Right in this position, in a tight embrace, they lingered on as they kissed feverishly. Wei Wuxian interlocked his arms behind Lan Wangji’s neck, loathing to part, he wantonly carried on. Suddenly, he let slip an “ah”, opened his eyes and swiped blood off his lips with a finger and scolded, “Lan Zhan! Why did you bite like you’re a dog?!”

Initially, having already been kissed raw, the added effect of the bleeding lips had increased the provocativeness of the situation. And in response to his untimely complaint, Lan Wangji bit down again. Under the biting and sucking, Wei Wuxian creased his eyebrows in slight pain and in retaliation, he reached a hand under and gave it a firm stroke.

No one had ever committed such a shameless and audacious act against Lan Wangji and not just once, it was done again, the colour on his face abruptly changed, his arms enveloping Wei Wuxian constricted, leaving a streak of imprints behind. Wei Wuxian laughed as he panted, he went for a peck on Lan Wangji’s lips and spoke next to his ear, “So, are you mad yet? Did you know, Lan Zhan, I really like it when you get angry…”

In the warm embrace, Wei Wuxian was drained of energy from the tips of his finger to the top of his scalp, in the daze, even his fingers refuse to curl up in the slightest. It took a while before the two managed to return to their normal breathing rate.

Albeit being heavily pressed down, his heart was simultaneously in tranquility and turmoil. Wei Wuxian planted a chaste kiss along Lan Wangji’s hairline. Wrapping around the two was the dull scent of sandalwood and a light fragrance of soap from the bath. The promiscuous aroma had diluted.

Wei Wuxian had buried the question he long wanted to ask Lan Wangji deep in his heart, afraid to ask it, until this moment as they reclined here basking, he finally gained the confidence and spoke in a low voice, “Lan Zhan… are you listening?”

After a pause, Lan Wangji responded with an “en”. Wei Wuxian then spoke again, “I have something to say to you.”

Breathing in lightly he opened up, “Lan Zhan, thank you.”

With a million things to say, he had no idea where he should begin.

If he hadn’t met Lan Wangji upon his return, Wei Wuxian had no idea what state he would be in right now. To be frank, even if he were to make do with just himself, it wouldn’t have been the worst.

However, no matter what, he believes, it would not have been better than this right now.  

He had not notice that after hearing that, Lan Wangji’s body had stiffened up.

The surging emotions he had were still gradually dissipating, leaving Wei Wuxian in a trance and he blurted incoherently, “In these two lives, you’ve helped me out a bunch. I know you’ve been very nice… to me. You’re especially nice! Besides thanking you, I’m not sure what else I should say to you… anyways, to me, you… you…”

However, this wasn’t even the main point. Wei Wuxian had never fully confessed these feelings to anyone before this, regardless of his shamelessness, he’s a person who also has his limits, so he could only throw out a few random things to say for now. He was still pondering over the right way to express his sincerity when Lan Wangji unexpectedly pushed him away in one swift motion.

Caught off-guard, Wei Wuxian was knocked over breathless.

He widened his eyes in stunned confusion. Meanwhile, Lan Wangji had sat up, his chest rose and fell, and his breathing was rushed.

The pair sat in a still silence for a brief period and the first to make a move was indeed, Lan Wangji.

His face flushed a pale white, but his eyes were clear. He first picked up the white undergarment off the floor, used to cover Wei Wuxian’s body before looking for his own clothes.

Wei Wuxian remained in his state of confusion, unable to believe all of which had happened.

This single shove resembled a beautiful dream which had instantaneously turned into a horrible nightmare and resembled being doused with a bucket of cold water, chilling the bones from head to toe; or resembled more like a fierce slap across the face, rendering him dizzy from the strike. After mustering enough strength to re-open his mouth, in a hoarse voice he tried asking, “Lan Zhan, you’re… sober now?”

Lan Wangji had already completed dressing himself and was sitting a distance away, he lifted his right hand to rub at his forehead while he faced the mess infront of him and his back against Wei Wuxian. After a long pause, he then responded in a low tone, “En.”

Even though it was unclear when he had awakened from his drunken stupor, but since he was now awake, Lan Wangji’s action was the one thing that was clear.

For their play earlier, he doesn’t wish to continue with that. And for the conversation with Wei Wuxian, he doesn’t wish to continue with that either.

Wei Wuxian had finally come to realise, just how inappropriate his actions were earlier.

Translator’s note on the phrases in bold

Er-ge ge – Literally, second brother; as LWJ is the second born of the sect master. (Hope yall already know this by now)

gave it a firm stroke – “it” is referring to LWJ’s reproductive organ. WWX stroked it. (Hehe)

Translated by @froliczxc

Requested by @kathleenrowlandkolmer

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[NSFW SPOILER] 魔道祖师 原版(Mo Dao Zu Shi original version) – The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Founder of Diabolism

魔道祖师 重生(Mo Dao Zu Shi Original) – The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/The Founder of Diabolism

Chapter 111 – 天天就是天天 (Tian Tian Jiu Shi Tian Tian) – Every day means every day

Having established a very long distance away from the temple and seeing no incoming pursuers, Wei Wu Xian and Lan Wang Ji were able to determine that Lan Qi Ren and his group were not sparing them any attention anymore.

Mounted on Xiao Ping Guo’s back, Wei Wu Xian spoke, “We aren’t desperately needed back there anyways, let’s just leave it at that.”

Sparing a glance back, Lan Wang Ji nodded in agreement, rescinded Xiao Ping Guo’s lead before continuing forward with it in hand.

To each their own, one has to find the solution to their own problems. Despite being Lan Xi Chen’s brother, Lan Wang Ji’s hands are tied. Consolations will not help, and neither would anything else.

Wei Wu Xian quietly looked over the flute, Chen Qing, in his hand and returned it to his waistband.

Prior to leaving, with a turn of his head, Wei Wu Xian had peered towards Wen Ning.

Wen Ning directed a slight smile back at him, shaking his head. Indicating clearly that he had no intentions of leaving with them. This is the first time in years that Wen Ning had not followed him and had arrived at his own decision. Wei Wu Xian had guessed that he probably harbored an idea of what he wanted to do from now.

As well, that was exactly what he had been wishing for all along. After all, Wen Ning wasn’t his servant, there had bound to come a day for him to forge his own path, yet now that this day has arrived, it still felt slightly hurtful.

Now, only Lan Wang Ji remained standing by his side.

Fortunately for him, the only person he wanted as company was also only Lan Wang Ji.

Wei Wu Xian was patting Xiao Ping Guo’s rear. On its back, there a cloth pouch sat that was firm to the touch and bulging with apples, probably its feed, prepared by the Lan clan’s junior disciples. Wei Wu Xian picked out an apple from within to bring to his mouth, he peered at Lan Wang Ji’s elegant side profile and took a clean bite out of the apple that tasted exceptionally crisp.

Upon witnessing the shameless act of stealing and eating its apple, Xiao Ping Guo flared its steaming nostrils and persistently thrashed around in displeasure. Wei Wu Xian had no time for it and carelessly patted it down, stuffing his mouth with the unfinished apple, he suddenly called out, “Lan Zhan?”

Sensing a weirdness in his tone, Lan Wang Ji turned to look over. Wei Wu Xian reached out with his right hand to lift up his lower jaw, bending over to plant his lips onto him.

A long while passed before Wei Wu Xian pulled away marginally, with their eyelashes touching he asked in a low voice, “How is it?”

Lan Wang Ji, “…”

Wei Wu Xian asked again, “You’re not gonna ask me why I suddenly did that?”

Lan Wang Ji, “…”

Wei Wu Xian questioned, “Do you want me to perform a one-man show?”

Used to silence, Wei Wu Xian continued, “Alright fine, I’ll just keep talking then. I wanted to do this since just now. You…”

Before he finished his sentence, Lan Wang Ji abruptly wrapped a hand around his neck, violently pressing down Wei Wu Xian’s head to return the kiss deeply.

Carrying Wei Wu Xian on its back, Xiao Ping Guo was dazed to the point of stopping the munch on the apple in its mouth, still as a wooden donkey.

Xiao Ping Guo was carelessly left abandoned at his spot, the two tumbled into a shrubbery and Wei Wu Xian fiercely shoved Lan Wang Ji onto the grass patch.

The grass patch from after a rainy shower was still damp with water that began seeping into Lan Wang Ji’s white clothing but was quickly peeled off by Wei Wu Xian.

He softly said, “Don’t move.”

Wei Wu Xian’s neck and lips wore the fragrance of fresh grass. While Lan Wang Ji’s body carried a bland aroma of sandalwood. He knelt between Lan Wang Ji’s thighs and began placing light kisses on Lan Wang Ji’s forehead, making his way down.

Between his eyebrows, nose bridge, cheeks, lips and lower jaw.

His adam’s apple, collar bone and heart.

Moving up and down, along the way, earnest as can be.

After reaching a sturdy hard abdomen, the kisses continued downwards, with his shoulder blades and fragmented breaths, he caressed and teased in this dangerous region and Lan Wang as if unable to endure any further, reached out to push his shoulder back.  Wei Wu Xian caught his wrists in a grip, “Hey, I said don’t move, I’ll do it.”

He tugged of his hairband, tidying loose strands back into a neat do and lowered his head.  Lan Wang Ji wore a disturbed expression, sensing that he was about to do something, he uttered in a low voice, “Don’t.”

Wei Wu Xian responded, “Doing it,” subsequently and gently taking Lan Wang Ji into his mouth.

Self-reminding to not let his teeth bite down onto Lan Wang Ji, he carefully sucked on the other doing his utmost to explore how far he can go until it reached his throat, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Lan Wang Ji immediately sensed his discomfort and being worried that he was forcing himself, he went to push him away, “Stop already.”

Wei Wu Xian shoved his hands away and gradually began swallowing and spitting.

Lan Wang Ji uttered, “You…”

Very quickly, he was rendered speechless.

The number of erotic picture books read by Wei Wu Xian since young when added up can easily fill up the restricted area of the Lan Clan’s library, coupled with his wits, he imitated as he has learnt, lips and tongue working in tandem to gingerly wait on the stiff within his cavity. Having the most sensitive part of the body be swallowed into a warm, moist crevice and tended to so effortfully, Lan Wang Ji felt an immense torture just plainly holding back from any frightening act of savagery on his part.

Wei Wu Xian could sense that his breathing was increasingly arduous and the grip on his shoulders tightened, he sped up and just as his neck and cheeks were beginning to numb, he finally felt a burst of hot liquid in his mouth.

The hot and viscous liquid with a heavy scent of musk abruptly hit the back of his throat, fiercely choking Wei Wu Xian and forcing the length out with a bout of coughing. Lan Wang Ji moved to pat his back and bewilderedly advised, “Spit it out, quick, spit it out.”

Wei Wu Xian covered his mouth and shook his head. A moment later he removed his hand and stuck a tongue out at Lan Wang Ji exclaiming with an opened mouth, “I’ve already swallowed it.”

His tongue was fresh red, his lips scarlet red and the corner of his mouth sported a speck of cum and many signs of a creeping smile. Lan Wang Ji looked at him, stunned and unable to utter a single word.

The most self-disciplined cultivator and a daily façade of coolness was shattered right here and now, his tear duct and tip of the brow were slightly peached, adding on to his beauty yet also making it seem as if he had just been brutally bullied. Seeing him in such a state, Wei Wu Xian was overwhelmed with fondness. He wrapped naked upper arms around his shoulders, kissed the corner of his lips, kissed an eyelid and coaxed, “Good boy, don’t be scared. When you have mine the next time, you should also perform this greatly, okay?”

With the corner of his mouth stained with Lan Wang Ji’s cum, the kiss had also left a similar stain on Lan Wang Ji, adding that to the blank expression he carried, he seemed exceptionally pitiful. Wei Wu Xian kissed him again and confessed, “Lan Zhan, I like you to death.”

Lan Wang Ji slowly looked towards him.

Disillusioned, Wei Wu Xian thought he saw a pair of slightly bloodshot eyes.

Wei Wu Xian had not managed to catch the hint of forceful suppression behind that gaze, a suppression that can’t be held back any longer, yet he believed that he wasn’t done with the teasing, he provoked, “We’ll keep at this from now on, sounds good?”

All of a sudden, Lan Wang Ji flipped and pounced, pressing him to the ground.

Their positions were reversed in an instant. As he felt Lan Wang Ji began to leave bites all over his body, Wei Wu Xian tried pushing his head away while chuckling, “There’s no need for you to be in a rush, I’ve said we could do this again next…”

He felt a sudden pain in his lower body, letting an “ah” escape, he frowned, “Lan Zhan, what did you put in me?”

He knew that it was a long finger, though he had asked without thinking, subconsciously bringing his thighs together while the foreign feeling in his lower body intensified. A second finger had buried into him.

Although Wei Wu Xian had in his life, read countless of erotic picture books, none of it were of the homosexual kind, since he had never swung that way before, he never had the curiosity to find out. As such, he inevitably believed that intimacy between men was just like that, kissing, hugging, using the mouth and hands, he never thought to further explore this topic. Currently, with Lan Wang Ji pressing him onto the ground, prodding him open little by little with his fingers, he had realized that that might not have been the case. In the midst of slight pain, there was also a sliver of shock and what he thought to be absurdity.

When the third digit was added, Wei Wu Xian’s creeping laughter had finally been forced down.

He was already feeling uncomfortably bloated with three fingers but even that was far from the actual width of what was previously in his mouth. He wavered, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, um, you, cool down for a minute, is this really okay, you’re sure you haven’t gotten it wrong? Here’s right? It feels a little un…”

However, Lan Wang Ji seems as if he had already lost the ability to listen to his words, roughly plugging up his mouth, his body dipped and entered.

Wei Wu Xian abruptly widened both eyes, bending both legs crooked.

Their bodies were tightly plastered together, like drums, their chests beat hard against the other and their breaths disorderly.

Lan Wang Ji spoke in a hoarse voice, “…Sorry… I couldn’t endure it anymore.”

Seeing as both his eyes were red and as if suffocating, Wei Wu Xian knew that he was the one who caused this, with clenched teeth, he comforted, “If you can’t endure it, then don’t… so what should I do now?”

A fish out of water himself, Wei Wu Xian was actually asking him? Lan Wang Ji tried, “…Relax.”

Wei Wu Xian murmured, “Right, relax, relax…”

He relaxed marginally but as Lan Wang Ji continued hi attempt at pushing further in, Wei Wu Xian’s abdominal and rump muscles instantly tensed up subconsciously.

Lan Wang Ji asked, “…Does it hurt a lot?”

As Wei Wu Xian hugged him, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and he held back tears, “It hurts, this is my first time, of course it hurts.”

Finishing his sentence, he felt Lan Wang Ji hardened inside him.

The feeling of having his innards jabbed by a hard and foreign object was as one can imagine. Despite that, knowing that he was able to arouse Lan Wang Ji with a simple statement had Wei Wu Xian in chuckles.

As a man, he understood that Lan Wang Ji was extremely uncomfortable being stuck in the middle, yet he had still managed to hold himself back from forcefully shoving in. Wei Wu Xian’s heart softened and took the initiative to hook onto his neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear, “Lan Zhan, good Lan Zhan, Er-ge ge, I’ll let you know what you can do, kiss me quick, it won’t hurt once you’ve kissed me…”

Lan Wang Ji’s pale earlobes were dyed a scarlet red.

He spoke with difficulty, “…Don’t, don’t call me by that.”

Hearing him stammer, Wei Wu Xian laughed, “You don’t like that? I’ll change it then. Wang Ji-di di, Zhan-er, Han Guang, which one do you lik… ah, ah, ah, mn, mn!”

Lan Wang Ji chewed on his lips and fully dipped his lower body deep inside.

All of Wei Wu Xian’s screams were caught in the throat, shoulders tightly raised, brows knitted together, tears welled up, legs stiffened around his waist and through all that he hadn’t dared move his body. Sobering up, Lan Wang Ji took in a deep breath and said, “Sorry.”

Wei Wu Xian shook his head, forced a smile and said, “You said it before. Between us, we never have to use this word.”

Lan Wang Ji carefully kissed him, his movements slightly awkward. Wei Wu Xian sealed his eyes shut, opened his mouth for him to invade while curled tips of tongues tangled for a moment and in blurred vision, he caught a glimpse of the Wen Clan’s branding on Lan Wang Ji’s clavicle.

His hand dropped to cover the deep scar as his smile faded away and asked, “Lan Zhan, tell me, is this related to me too?”

After a moment of silence, Lan Wang Ji explained, “It’s nothing. I had too much to drink.”

After carrying a blood-washed Wei Wu Xian on the Nightless Day, a three years period of solitary detention was waiting for him upon his return. During his time spent locked up in reflection, came the news that karma has stricken and that the Yi Ling Patriarch had finally died with a vanished soul.

His solitude punishment had yet to reach an end, yet he dragged a body still unhealed, forcing his way out of the Cloud Recesses, he rushed to Yi Ling, only to wander in the mountainous wild for a number of days before finding nothing besides managing to rescue a fever-fainted Wen Yuan hiding in a tree hole. Not even a rod of bone, a piece of battered meat or a weakly soul could be found.

On his way back to Gusu Lan Sect, Lan Wang Ji bought a pot of Emperor’s Smile in Cai Yi Town.

The wine was very fragrant, very mellowed, and delivered a choking, spicy kick that burnt the throat as it went down, searing all the way to the eyes and heart.

He disliked the taste, but also developed a sort of understanding as to why that person liked it.

He drank the wine he drank and bore the wounds he bore.

After waking up from his drunken stupor, he was amnesic and, on his chest, surfaced the same branding scar carried by Wei Wu Xian that year in the Tu Lu’s Xuan Wu underground cave. The storage room carrying the Wen Clan’s war loot had been smashed open. And in every disciple’s pair of eyes held looks of panic and astonishment.

Lan Qi Ren looked to be extremely saddened and furious but, under the dissuasion of Lan Xi Chen, in the end, he had not reprimanded him. In the three years, regardless of verbal or physical punishments, it had already been enough.

He heaved a sigh and had not objected to Lan Wang Ji choosing to keep Wen Yuan as well.

Till today, the wound had already scabbed for thirteen years.

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Lan Wang Ji began to thrust while Wei Wu Xian tightly shut his eyes, clenching his teeth, his breath labored, and he began to breathe in tandem with Lan Wang Ji’s rhythmic movements.

After getting used to the invasive foreign object, Wei Wu Xian inadvertently twisted his waist. A sudden wave of numbing pleasure in his lower body travelled up the spine and it spread across the whole body.

Wei Wu Xian had an instant revelation on how he could get a high from this position.

He slid his hands into Lan Wang Ji’s sweat drenched hair, straightening the forehead ribbon he chuckled and cleared his throat, “…Is it comfortable? The inside of me.”

Lan Wang Ji bit his lower lips and answered his question with a strong thrust.

Wei Wu Xian was fucked raw with sweat, his entire body was soaking wet and in heavy pants he spouted further nonsense, “Lan Zhan… you’re finished. The both of us haven’t even finished our wedding ritual, yet you’re doing this unmarried, do you know what this is called? Once your uncle finds out into the pig’s cage you’d go.”

Lan Wang Ji fiercely replied, “…I’ve been finished long ago”

As he reached a climax, Wei Wu Xian raised his head while feeling discomfort and pleasure simultaneously, revealing his defenseless throat and allowing Lan Wang Ji to place a bite on it.

The overbearing and intense pleasure took Wei Wu Xian’s senses away for an instant, in a state of disarray he only had one thought in his heart, “…I can’t believe this, god damn it, why didn’t fifteen-year-old me think to do this with Lan Zhan earlier. My life has been a waste.”

Lan Wang Ji was now industriously working to finish this business and held power where there weren’t words. Wei Wu Xian was left dazed for a while and after gathering his bearings, he began unceasingly whispering dirty talk into his ears, “Lan Er-gong zi, when did you begin liking me? If you’ve liked me since early on, why didn’t you do me earlier? Your clan’s Cloud Recesses has a rear mountain that’s a decent spot too, you should have taken advantage of when I was alone in the wild, tied and dragged me away, and like now, pressing me to the ground, having your way with me… ah… softer, this is my first time, be nicer to me…”

“Where was I? Let’s continue. You’ve got such strength, I definitely had no way of resisting, and if I screamed you could restrain my speech. Or that library of your clan doesn’t seem bad too, in a pile of scattered books and scrolls, we could’ve bought a few erotic picture books and mimicked it, we could do it in any position… Ge! Ge! Er-ge ge! Have mercy! Have mercy, leave me alive, okay, okay, okay, I won’t speak anymore, you’re good, you’re the best. I can’t take it, really can’t take it anymore, don’t be like this…”

Lan Wang Ji was obviously unable to stomach his provocation, in that ten to twenty strokes Wei Wu Xian felt as if his organs were stirred to a mess inside, leaving him good naturedly pleading for mercy. At that, Lan Wang Ji pressed harder instead. Wei Wu Xian was topped for almost an hour now, maintaining that same position, both his waist and bottom knocked numb and after the numbness came a searing pain and itch as if a thousand million ants were drilling into his bones.  

Finally, sowing his own evil seeds, Wei Wu Xian was simultaneously kissing and crying, “Er-ge ge, do some good, spare my life, our days are many to come, let’s continue next time, can we postpone and relook this again? Have mercy on this inexperienced one for today. Formidable Han Guang-jun, Yi Ling Patriarch has lost, lost, completely defeated, to continue this battle another day!”

On Lan Wang Ji’s forehead, veins popped, he chewed crisply and furiously, “… If you really want to stop… you should… just stop talking…”  

Wei Wu Xian argued, “But I was born with a mouth, so I should be using it to talk! Lan Zhan, back when I claimed I wanted to sleep with you every day, can you pretend you didn’t hear that?”

Lan Wang Ji uttered, “No I can’t.”

Wei Wu Xian’s said in a heart-broken voice, “How can you be like this. You’ve never refused me before.”

Lan Wang Ji gently smiled and said, “No I can’t.”

Seeing him wear such a smile, Wei Wu Xian’s eyes instantly brightened up again, feeling as if floating, he had lost all bearings.

However, in the next instant, Wei Wu Xian was unceremoniously and violently forced to tears by that same pure and gentle smile.

With both hands clawing the grassed earth, he hoarsely shouted, “Okay, four days, can we change it to doing it once every four days, if four days’ a no, three days is fine too!!”

In the end, Lan Wang Ji concluded in a powerfully resonating voice, “Every day means every day.”

Notes on words in bold

Di di – The honorific for ‘younger brother’.

Pig’s cage – A way of corporal punishment in ancient China. It involves locking people in a cage, usually made of bamboo and throwing them into a large body of water such as lakes or rivers, thereby drowning them for their sins. It’s usually applied to adulterers, elopers and in this case, people who have sex before marriage.

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MDZS Chapter 117, Extras 2: Incense Burner — Let’s all watch Er-ge-ge’s dream! (part ii.)

Yeesh there sure were a lot of mistakes in part i. I’ve fixed them, but since I’m not sure how unanimously tumblr updates the reblogged posts, and some of you might be interested in how I do translations, I’ve posted Incense Burner 1 here, on pastebin.

The chapter number might also not actually be 117? If you want to google/baidu, better to do it through ‘incense’ or ‘incense burner’. Its popularity is self-explanatory.

Also, no comments this part. I’m just… I’m numb. Why. Why.

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previously: part i.

Wei Ying’s lower half is a smooth, pale white, and his long, thin legs are still kicking to and fro. Lan Zhan holds down his feet, and, following the art in the erotica, reaches his right hand towards the tight pink spot between two lily-white cheeks.

Wei Ying’s entire lower half is caught tight, unable to escape even when his private areas are touched. Lan Zhan rubs two fingers on the pink spot. Wei Ying gives a full-body shudder, a flash of shame crossing his expression, and he wrestles it down, starting to struggle crazily. But the youth keeping him trapped has clouded eyes, tightly pressed lips, and a right hand that patiently massages his secret place, slowly increasing in strength until the spot begins to loosen, slowly becoming a small, pinkish hole, shyly taking in a thin white finger.

Wei Wu Xian grins, glancing at Lan Wang Ji through the corner of his eye, “No wonder Han-Guang-Jun didn’t want to come in just now. Doing *those things* to me in a dream, and me seeing them, you truly have no more places to hide.”

Lan Wang Ji slants his eyes downwards, lashes seeming to quiver.

Wei Wu Xian watches the other side with his cheek propped on a hand, watching his younger self pinned beneath Lan Zhan, -forcibly excavated- being forced open, and laughs, “Han-Guang-Jun if you have the guts to have these dreams, why didn’t you have the guts to do those things to me in those days, hm. I……”

He had barely finished speaking when Lan Wang Ji grabs his hands, shoves him towards the floor, and shuts him up. Wei Wu Xian feels his cheeks heat up, his heartbeat pick up speed, humor bubbling up his throat, and mutters, “Why, shy again?”

Lan Wang Ji’s breathing is ragged. He doesn’t answer. Wei Wu Xian blinks. “Or…did you get hard watching?”

At the same moment, by the writing desk, Wei Ying lets out a sobbing, quiet wail.

Lan Zhan’s almost entirely atop him by now. Their lower bodies are pressed close, obviously in the process of insertion. Feeling a foreign body entering his own bit by bit, Wei Ying’s legs curl closed in the waves of discomfort, but but the binds on his hands tighten, restricting his movements. He can only loudly thud his head against the floor in distress. Lan Zhan cradles his head, and fully enters him.

Earlier on the pink spot could barely take one finger, and now it’s forced to accept the warm, hard object, the wrinkles on its side previously there is also stretched flat. Confusion seems to flash across Wei Ying’s eyes, as though he hasn’t realized what’s happened, until Lan Zhan, following the art on the erotica, starts to move, slowly. Wei Ying lets out small, breathy exhalations.

Wei Wu Xian says to Lan Wang Ji, “Lan Zhan you were small then, but you certainly had girth! But ‘I’ was still a kid you know, I think that’s going to be one hell of a session.”

As he speaks, he also nudges Lan Wang Ji between the legs with his knees. It’s as though after witnessing a round of live erotica starring himself, his interest is peaked, and now he wants to try it, too.

Not two nudges later, Lan Wang Ji wordlessly tears open his clothing and leggings, and Wei Wu Xian shamelessly hooks  long legs around his waist. Lan Wang Ji holds himself in his hand, brushing his impressive hardness against Wei Wu Xian’s entrance.

They do it almost everyday, making a big huge ruckus along the way. Wei Wu Xian’s body and mind is already in sync with Lan Wang Ji’s. He loops an elbow around Lan Wang Ji’s neck, takes a deep breath, and he is pierced, fierce and direct.

It’s a smooth process. His entrance is soft, his insides warm, obediently taking in and holding the large foreign body, as though it was made to fit the person above him. A second later, there is the sultry, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Lan Wang Ji is naturally large, and with its natural curve, with every thrust he slams true into the most sensitive spot inside Wei Wu Xian, and every time it happens, the two are pulled under a raging wave of pleasure and sensation.

The thrusts make Wei Wu Xian delirious, wave after wave of tingling ontractions in his abdomen giving him no respite, the sensation flooding from his head to the tips of his toes. He arches his neck from the pleasure, and from this angle, he can just see his younger self, ensnared in a similar blend of pain and pleasure.

He lies in the middle of scattered books, wrists useless, tied and pinned above his head, his red hair ribbon gone. Messy black hair, unfocused eyes, wet lashes, unshed tears clinging to their edges. Lan Zhan, after a round of thrusting, seems to think his legs aren’t spread wide enough, and so lifts one ankle onto a shoulder, but it doesn’t stay there with his aggressive ministrations; it slips down, coming to a rest at his hips. Wei Ying’s leg is quivering, as though he, too, is being driven crazy by the rapid thrusts of the large, burning object going in and out of him. A first encounter of this sort, he has no idea what to do, and so like a drowning man, he grips onto Lan Zhan’s shoulders, possibly unaware of where and when he is, and no hope of remembering. This madness is the gift that the youth inside him grants.

It’s not enough to watch his fifteen-year-old self be fucked red and raw and shivering by a fifteen-year-old Lan Zhan, Wei Wu Xian wants more, more, better if the little Lan Zhan went harder, faster, fuck his younger self till he’s screaming for release. It’s nowhere enough like this.

Cramped as the Library Pavilion is, there are no boundaries on the two acts of wanton pleasure. Wei Ying seems to be shaken out of his stupor by the vulgar sounds of wet slapping. He stares at the ceiling of the Library, shudders, then makes to look down, as though morbidly curious to what’s happening there, but lack the courage. Just then, Lan Zhan switches positions after the first round — picking up his thighs and placing them on his shoulders, he settles into the angle and is about to start up again, when the soft curve Wei Ying’s body has been forced into gave him a clear view of what’s happening between his butt-cheeks.

The clean, pinkish spot from earlier has been rubbed raw by Lan Zhan’s sex, seeming to throb pitifully. The thick and hot rod is still going in and out, dripping a vicious white, a thread of blackish red, and a clear, unidentifiable liquid, all smearing together into a mess at the point where the two youths connect. He himself is already half-hard, with several drops of white liquid.

Seeing this, Wei Ying is shocked into silence. After a long while, with a strength that came out of nowhere, he puts up a renewed struggle, managing to free himself and flip Lan Zhan over, and scrambles away on his knees, intent on escaping.

Having been pressed onto the floor and roughly fucked by Lan Zhan for a good long while, there’s not much strength in his limbs, joints wobbly, and he didn’t make it far before he couldn’t move any more, slumping to the ground. In such a position, his butt is in the air, white liquid and red blood flowing from his hole down his legs. Red nail imprints dot his inner thighs, a sigh both chilling and inappropriately provocative.

And this appearance is all taken in the eyes of Lan Zhan, behind him. His eyes are red, and without a word he gives chase. Wei Ying feels a tightening around his waist, someone has a harsh grip on it, the space that had been empty for only a moment already full once again.

He gasps, then groans low, “No……”

After the abuse from earlier, his entrance is already soft, and easily takes in Lan Zhan’s penis, all the way. Wei Ying is half-sprawled, half-kneeling on the floor, slipping forwards with each thrust. Fear and alarm is clear on his face. When he went pheasant-hunting in the mountains, he would see animals in the same position during mating season, so when he was entered this way from behind, the shame that rises in his is choking, and in response he unconsciously clenches down, hard. Lan Zhan fucks him harder, a hand on his waist for support, with no hint of stopping. With this vicious round, Wei Ying finally breaks.

Half-slumped on the floor, forced into a strange position, he’s barely about to string two coherent words together. “M-mercy, please…… Lan Zhan Lan-Er Gong-zi, please, have mercy……!”

Besides getting him a rougher treatment, there is no other use for that kind of begging. Wei Wu Xian is laughing. “Oh, my goodness, I’m getting hard just from listening! Do not let the younger me go, you gotta fuck him raw, you hear me……ah……”

Lan Wang Ji lifts him up and sets him down on himself. With the help of body weight, Wei Wu Xian sinks even lower, low enough for his brows to twitch and his expression to spasm, and he hurriedly turns all his attention to riding Lan Wang Ji, adjusting his position, all thoughts of teasing thrown out of his mind.

Along with the bright sounds of skin against skin, Wei Ying’s screams over there are getting more and more desperate. “Lan Zhan……Lan Zhan……you……did you hear me……it’s too deep, too deep……don’t come all in……my stomach hurts……”

Each time Lan Zhan enters, it’s like he almost wants to rip right through Wei Ying, the force and strength of his thrusts entirely at odds with the expression on his face. Wei Ying’s buttocks are already bruising from the treatment, his entire lower half seems to have lost all sensation. He’s still trying to escape, wriggling forwards, but every time he’ll be pulled back. Repeated for a few times, he sounds like he’s about to die. “You…listen to me, ok, outside, out there, there’re people waiting for me out there, Jiang Cheng and……they’re outside waiting for me……ah!”

At this, Lan Zhan pulls himself out suddenly, and flips Wei Ying over.

Wei Ying lets out a pained gasp, immediately curling in on himself, as though he could hide by withdrawing. He’s almost fully hard now. Fluids pool at his feet, making an entertaining sight. The much-abused entrance is an ugly shade of puce now, but it’s still contracting in an unruly manner, spouting flecks of white and red, as though thirsty and longing for Lan Zhan.

Wei Wu Xian is in Lan Wang Ji’s arms, wrapped tight around him, rising and falling in his lap. Up till now, Lan Wang Ji’s expression is still cold and disinterested. Except his hitched breathing, if one only looked at his face, one wouldn’t be able to tell what he’s doing right now, and there is no way one would be able to guess that his hands are cradling Wei Wu Xian’s ass and kneading his cheeks, with disregard for his strength, leaving purpling five-fingered imprints. His mouth is closed around a spot of cherry red on Wei Wu Xian’s chest, tugging lightly with his teeth. Wei Wu Xian is a little pre-occupied with riding him at the moment, the dark purple rod visible between their tightly wound limbs for flashes as they move. Pleasure makes them both dizzy.

The Lan Zhan there stares at the limp Wei Ying for a moment, then suddenly tears open his clothes, pinches his nipples hard, and plunges back into him.

Wei Ying had just caught his breath, right now he’s entire body is oversensitive, and there’s no way to process this kind of treatment. With muffled cry, he clenches down tight, and the tears spill over.

It’s almost like Lan Zhan has a personal feud with the two red dots below him — he rubs and pinches with abandon, until they’re dark red and perked. Each time he’s touched, Wei Ying’s entrance clenches hard, closing tightly around the intrusion in his body, until he can distinctly feel Lan Zhan’s shape inside him.

Wei Ying cries. “Lan Zhan, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said you were innocent, shouldn’t have said you didn’t know, I don’t need to teach you anything, I don’t dare to. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, do you hear me? Lan-Er Gong-zi, Lan-Er-ge-ge……”

At the last, whined title, Lan Zhan’s movements slows, moving a sluggish gaze to Wei Ying’s forced grin, then dips his head to catch thin lips in a kiss.

Wei Ying’s lower half feels like it’s been brutalized by a rock, his abdomen throbbing hot, his waist aching with pain, the two points on his chest feeling like they’ve been through a blender, overall causing him to be a little punch-drunk. Suddenly he feels the thing abusing him below to slow, his forehead brushes against Lan Zhan’s, and the lips on his are cool and faintly sweet. His eyes fly open, meeting Lan Zhan’s dark-lashed eyes not an inch away, currently entirely focused on kissing him, and feels slightly comforted.

So, Wei Ying opens his mouth, breathing lightly on Lan Zhan’s lips, and mumbles, “……more……”

He meant the kiss, but Lan Zhan misunderstood, and begins thrusting anew. Wei Ying sighs faintly, then hurriedly hooks an arm around his neck, moving in to kiss him.

Before now, Wei Ying only felt the pain and the humiliation from something hard and ramrod-straight poking around inside him, but after all that, he’s finally beginning to feel the pleasure in it. Especially when Lan Zhan brushes past a particular point that sends a wave of electric pleasure sparking along his nerve-endings, making him shiver. Fully hard now and leaking pre-cum, he tentatively starts moving himself. When Lan Zhan misses, he would make up for it by moving his hips upwards, the desperate begging on his tongue also switching flavors.

Wei Ying gasps, “……ge……Er-ge-ge…Lan-Er-ge-ge……I….I beg you……”

Lan Zhan sighs shortly. “What?”

Wei Ying holds his face in his hands and peppers kisses all over, saying in a soft voice, “Hit the spot slightly above? Like just now, that spot, okay….?”

Lan Zhan goes along with it, angling towards the requested spot, sending up a few well-placed and powerful thrusts. Wei Ying utters a surprised scream, limbs suddenly tightening around Lan Zhan, “What…!”

Lan Zhan’s already caught his lips, throwing his attention into the kiss.

Wei Wu Xian is also twisted around Lan Wang Ji and kissing fiercely. His traces the shape of his lips with the tip of his tongue, slipping against him. Listening to what’s going on beside them, he says into the kiss. “Han-Guang-Jun, the you over there has already came~.”

A sweat-soaked Lan Zhan is hugging a similarly sweat-soaked Wei Ying, lying quietly together on the mats they’ve thoroughly wrinkled. Wei Ying’s chest is heaving unevenly, gaze still unfocused. They’ve not yet separated, the cum held tightly inside Wei Ying, not a drop spilled.

Wei Wu Xian smiles. “You see here, shouldn’t we…?”

Lan Wang Ji nods, laying him out on the mats. A few even thrusts later, he completes inside Wei Wu Xian.

Wei Wu Xian lets out a breath. Though of course it was pleasurable, his ass and waist are not made of metal, and at the earth-shaking shenanigans of the two youths, he’s tired too. But Lan Wang Ji doesn’t pull out — in fact, still inside Wei Wu Xian, he changes a position.

“Han-Guang…Jun?” Wei Wu Xian tries.

Lan Wang Ji smiles lightly, leans down to his ear, and whispers a few words.

“…er, wait, what? I know I said I want you to fuck me raw but hey that was to the Lan Zhan over there, not me? Didn’t we say…..Lan Zhan? Lan ge…ge? Have mercy!!!”

-fin.?

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Incense Burner 2. part iii. part iv.

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I know, I know, why’s there a cut when the text is over? Well, I have thoughts that are not WangXian and I need someplace to vent them. …but I’ll admit that was some kinky shit.

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MDZS Chapter 117, Extras 2: Incense Burner — Let’s all watch Er-ge-ge’s dream! (part i.)

翻译得我好累

*note: ‘Wei Ying’ and ‘Lan Zhan’ are used to refer to the not-themselves, ‘Wei Wu Xian’ and ‘Lan Wang Ji’ are used to refer to themselves-themselves. You’ll see.

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In a room for antiques at the storage facilities in the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wu Xian finds an old incense burner.

The burner has a body like a bear, a nose like an elephant, eyes like a rhinoceros, a tail like an ox, feet like a tiger. The stomach is the incense holder, and after lighting it, thin smoke drifts from its mouth.

In their rooms*, Wei Wu Xian plays with it for a while. “This thing looks interesting. It doesn’t hold any malignant auras, so it’s nothing dangerous. Lan Zhan, do you know what this is for?”

(*more accurately it’s a room where cultivators cultivate — the word used was 静室，静 referring to ‘quietness, calmness’. typically used in describing temples and where people meditate.)

Lan Wang Ji shakes his head. Wei Wu Xian inhales a few whiffs of the smoke, doesn’t feel any changes. The two can’t figure out anything, so they put away the incense burner for now, planning to study it at a later date.

But, not long after the two laid down, they felt extremely sleepy, and drifted off into sleep. When Wei Wu Xian awoke, he had no idea how long had passed, and found himself and Lan Wang Ji in a patch of wilderness instead of their rooms in the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wu Xian stands up. “What’s this place?”

Lan Wang Ji replies, “Nowhere in the physical world.”

“Not the physical world? Nah, can’t be.” Wei Wu Xian gives his sleeves a shake, feeling instantly more awake. “What else can it be but reality?”

Lan Wang Ji does not reply. Walking quietly to a nearby stream, he indicates for him to look down. Wei Wu Xian follows, peeked into the water, and freezes. Reflected in the water is his visage from his previous life!

He looks up immediately. “That incense burner?”

Lan Wang Ji nods. “I’m afraid so.”

For a while, Wei Wu Xian stares at the face in the water. Then he wrenched his gaze away. “That’s alright. I’ve checked that incense burner, it doesn’t hold any resentful energy, so definitely not the tool of any monsters or ghouls, and it’s probably something some cultivating master made to entertain themselves. Let’s walk around, scope the situation.”

And so the two began to walk around this strange piece of mountain wilderness. Not long after, they come across a small wooden hut.

“Huh,” goes Wei Wu Xian, when he sees the hut.

“What?” says Lan Wang Ji.

Wei Wu Xian looks carefully at the little house. “I think this looks familiar.”

It’s an extremely average farm house. Despite his reservations, he can’t be sure if he’s really seen it before. Just then, a series of mechanical whirrs drift from inside the house.

The two look at each other. Without another word, they walk closer.

When they reach the doorway and look inside, they’re taken aback.

What’s inside was too different from whatever they thought they’d find. There’re no evil bandits, no monsters or ghouls, just a person. A very familiar person.

Inside the little wooden hut is another “Lan Wang Ji”!

This “Lan Wang Ji” and the one beside Wei Wu Xian has the exact same handsome looks, the exact same tall build. The simple set of blue-white robes worn by him takes on the aura of immortals. The loom seems to be operated by a spell, creaking through the motions by itself, and he sits by its side, book in hand, reading with a distilled concentration.

The two have now walked to the doorway, and made no small amount of noise, but “Lan Wang Ji” doesn’t seem to have noticed, continuing to read, flipping a page with long, thin fingers.

Wei Wu Xian looks from the Lan Wang Ji beside him to the “Lan Wang Ji” inside, and exclaims, enlightened, “I see, I see!”

Lan Wang Ji’s brow lifts a fraction, the minuscule motion expressing his puzzlement. “What?”

“This this this— this is my dream!” Wei Wu Xian says.

Barely a second later, a dark shadow sways into view outside the hut, shouting in a sing-song tone, “Er-ge-ge, I’m back~!”

Looking at this “Wei Wu Xian” — hoe on shoulder, fishing rod in hand, grass stalk between his teeth — Lan Wang Ji is silent.

If this is Wei Wu Xian’s dreamscape, then being invisible to these people is on par for the course.

The “Lan Wang Ji” in charge of weaving raises his head, sees “Wei Wu Xian”, and a corner of his lips tilt up. He stands up to welcome him, and pours him a cup of water.

“Wei Wu Xian” spits out the grass stalk in his mouth, sits down beside the little wooden table, picks up the cup and gulps a few mouthfuls of water before saying, “The sun today is way too bright. The work is still in the fields, we’ll talk about it when we’re free.”

(*isn’t he one lazy asshole.)

“Lan Wang Ji” says, “Mm.” and takes out a snowy-white towel for him. “Wei Wu Xian” sticks his face towards the other, grinning, with unmistakable meaning — he wants him to do it. “Lan Wang Ji” doesn’t mind, beginning to wipe his face for him. “Wei Wu Xian” enjoys the treatment, not forgetting to keep talking. “I went to the river just now, caught some fish, make me some fish soup tonight Lan Zhan!”

“Mm.”

“Wei Wu Xian” continues to make requests: “How do you normally eat the carp at Gu-Su? Lan Zhan do you know how to make Suan-Cai-Yu*?”

(*sour-vegetable-fish. tastes better than it sounds, trust me.)

“Yes.”

“Then make that! I like that one. Don’t make it sweet, you hear? Ate it once, vomited it out.”

“Mm.”

“It’s getting warmer, today’s bath water won’t need to be that hot, so I only chopped half the firewood.”

“Mm. That’s alright.”

“……” Lan Wang Ji stares at this nonsensical domestic scene. “Your dream?”

Wei Wu Xian’s about to burst a gut laughing. “Hahahahahahahahah, yep, that’s right, these few days I’ve been dreaming of these for some reason. I dreamt that we withdrew, moved to the mountains, I go out to hunt and tend the land, you stay home to weave and cook, oh, and, you also help me do the budgeting, plus you fix my clothes at night. Every time I would dream we got into the bath together, but it always stops just after we’ve taken off all our clothes, what a goddamn pity, hahahahahahaha……”

Not for one moment did he think it was humiliating for Lan Wang Ji to know these things, in fact he’s enjoying the feeling. Lan Wang Ji sees him beside himself with mirth, and his gaze softens. “That’s alright.”

Retreating into the woods, never again concerning themselves with the noises of the mortal realm, that’s truly alright.

(*idealistic much? …such an enabler, tsk.)

Wei Wu Xian’s dream was about the simple things in life — cooking, feeding, chopping firewood — and just as he said, when it’s time to get into the bath, the dream comes to a stop. The two walk a few steps, and they’re away from the house, approaching an elegant tower. The delicate scent of magnolias winds through the night air, coming from a flower tree situated in the tower’s yard.

The dream’s location has changed, and this new place is instantly recognizable to both. It’s the Gu-Su Cloud Recesses Library Pavilion.

Lantern light shines out from a second floor window; voices sound from within. Wei Wu Xian looks up. “Let’s go in?”

For some reason, Lan Wang Ji suddenly stops, something he doesn’t normally do. He stares at the window, deep in thought, like he’s hesitating. Wei Wu Xian thinks this strange, and, not coming up with any reason Lan Wang Ji wouldn’t go in, asks, “Is something wrong?”

Lan Wang Ji shakes his head. He’s just about to break his silence when a peal of laughter rings out from within the Library.

Wei Wu Xian hears it, eyes lighting up. With three bounds he’s in the Library and charging up the stairs.

Since he’s gone in, Lan Wang Ji naturally won’t remain outside alone, so he followed. The two walk into the lantern-lit Library, and something very interesting greets them.

On a faintly-colored mats, beside the books for copying, a fifteen-year-old Wei Wu Xian is slapping the table, laughing wildly, “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

A book lies open on the ground, images yellowing from age. A similarly-fifteen-year-old Lan Zhan treats it like a venomous snake, having retreated all the way to the Library’s corner; he roars furiously, “Wei Ying——!”

A young Wei Wu Xian is just about rolling off the bookshelf from laughter. With some difficulty, he raises a hand. “Present! I’m present!”

The Wei Wu Xian here is also about to fall over from laughing; pulling on Lan Wang Ji’s sleeve beside him he gasps, “This is a good dream! I can’t anymore, Lan Zhan, look at you, look at you then, that face, hahahahaha…”

For whatever reason, Lan Wang Ji’s face has a strange expression. Wei Wu Xian pulls him to a bench nearby and sits down, watching their younger selves argue with a wide grin. On the other side, the younger Lan Zhan is already brandishing Bi Cheng, and Wei Ying hurriedly grabs Sui Bian. Metal gleams, the sword three parts out of its sheath, and Wei Wu Xian warns, “Watch it! Lan-Er Gong-zi! Watch your manners! I brought my sword today, if we start fighting I don’t think you’ll keep your Library in one piece!”

Lan Zhan rages, “Wei Ying! You—who do you think you are!”

Wei Ying shoots back, “Who can I be, I’m a male!”

“……” Lan Zhan sounds pained, “Shameless!”

Wei Ying says, “Even this kind of thing has to do with shame? Don’t tell me you’ve never seen that kind of stuff before, I don’t buy it.”

After a second of holding it in, Lan Zhan lifts his sword, face cold, and attacks. Wei Ying is shook, “What, you’re really going to fight!” returning the attack, and just like that, the two starts fighting in the Library. At this point, Wei Wu Xian goes “huh?” and looks to Lan Wang Ji. “Did it happen like that? I thought we didn’t actually start fighting?”

Lan Wang Ji is silent. Wei Wu Xian looks at him, but Lan Wang Ji avoids his gaze. Wei Wu Xian starts to suspect something is wrong with Lan Wang Ji tonight. He’s just thinking of asking, when suddenly on the other side the little Wei Ying begins to joke while still parrying blows, “Alright alright alright, good technique, good moves, you can wield a sword! But Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan… look at your face, it’s so flushed, is it from the fighting, or from looking at the Wonderful Book from earlier?”

The little Lan Zhan’s face is not red at all; Bi Chen swipes through the air. “Nonsense!”

Wei Ying bends backwards at the waist, does an extremely flexible half-somersault, then straightens and quickly pinches Lan Zhan’s lily-white cheeks, going, “What nonsense, why don’t you feel yourself, your face is burning up, haha!”

Lan Zhan’s expression flips between anger and shock. He goes to slap off Wei Ying’s grabby hand, but Wei Ying withdraws first, avoids the hit, spins around, seeming very familiar with this event progression and at ease enough to tease, “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan… I’m not picking on you, but it’s just that among the kids our age, is there anyone like you, going red at the smallest of things~. You can’t even take this level of shock, you’re way too innocent~.”

This scene didn’t simply not happen, it’s not even a dream he had, so it can only be Lan Wang Ji’s dream. Wei Wu Xian’s certainly enjoying this show. “Lan Zhan, you truly understand me. That is very much something I would say.”

What he didn’t notice is that right now, Lan Wang Ji seems to be slightly uncomfortable.

The Wei Ying over there continues. “Copying books is way too boring, why don’t I teach these stuff like these while we copy books? Just take it as payment for your watching over me……”

Lan Zhan has finally had enough of Wei Ying’s ridiculous ramblings. Bi Chen flies forwards, the two swords collide in a flash of sparks, knocking both out the window. Seeing Sui Bian flying out from his hand, Wei Ying yelps, “Oi, my sword!”

Yelling, he makes to leap out the window after his weapon, but Lan Zhan grabs him from behind, pressing him to the floor. Wei Ying’s head knocks on the floor, he starts to struggle, and almost immediately the two are tangled in a confused mess of fighting. Wei Ying kicks desperately, flailing with his elbows and knees, but no matter what he does he can’t escape the hold Lan Zhan has on him, like he’s been snared by some sort of metal net. “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan what are you doing! I was joking, just joking! The hell’re you getting at, being so serious!”

Lan Zhan grabs his wrists in one hand, pushing them behind his body. “You said, just now, you’re going to teach me something.”

He’s tone sounds cold, but his eyes are burning with the intensity of a volcano.

The two would normally be evenly matched in strength, but Wei Ying slipped up and now he’s pinned solidly to the ground, and so he just plays the fool. “What? No? Did I say something just now?”

“No?” Lan Zhan says.

“Nope!” Wei Ying replies staunchly.

And then he keeps going. “Lan Zhan you don’t have to be so stiff you know, you shouldn’t take everything I say so seriously, you can’t believe all that crap, no need to get angry over that. I won’t say anything anymore, how about that, can you let go of me now, I haven’t finished copying my portion for the day, not playing anymore.”

(*yeeah WWX tends to string a lot of stuff into one run-on sentence, pick at your own risk.)

Hearing that, Lan Zhan’s expression softens a fraction, and he lets up on the pressure a little. Seeing this, Wei Ying frees a hand, arches a brow, blinks once, and a fist goes flying upwards.

Although, Lan Zhan is prepared for this. The second Wei Ying moves he’s caught and pinned once again. This time, Lan Zhan used more force, pressing Wei Ying’s wrist into an even more vicious angle, and he shouts, panicked, “I said I was joking! Lan Zhan! Don’t be so sensitive!”

There’re flames dancing behind Lan Zhan’s eyes. With nary a word, he pulls off his forehead band, winds it three times around Wei Ying’s hands, binding them tightly, then made a dead knot.

Who’d have thought? On one side, Wei Wu Xian’s jaw is about to drop to the floor at this scenario.

It was quite a while before he turned to Lan Wang Ji. A glance, and he sees Lan Wang Ji’s pale, composed face, not a blush in sight, but the tips of his ears have turned pink.

Wei Wu Xian grins, sidling up. “Lan-Er-ge-ge……this dream of yours, isn’t there something, not quite right?”

“……” Lan Wang Ji suddenly stands up. “Stop watching!”

Wei Wu Xian immediately pulls him back down, saying, “Don’t go now! I still want to see what happens next in this dream, we aren’t even at the good parts yet!”

Beside the writing desk, there was a spat of howling from Wei Ying, and once he calmed down, he tries to reason with Lan Zhan. “Lan Zhan, the wise speak instead of act, doing this shows your heart is too narrow, too small. Think about it, did I say anything about you just now?”

Lan Zhan sighs without sound, saying coldly, “You think about it yourself, what did you say just now.”

Wei Wu Xian tries to argue. “I only said you were innocent, said you didn’t know some things, that’s all. Isn’t that just the truth?

Lan Zhan is indifferent. “Who says I don’t know.”

Wei Wu Xian raises an eyebrow, laughs. “Oh—really? Admit it, like hell you’d know, hahahahahaha……ah!”

He screams quite suddenly, because Lan Zhan is suddenly holding onto a particular part of him below.

Lan Zhan’s handsome face holds some measure of childish aloofness, repeating, “Who says I don’t know.”

Wei Wu Xian is sprawled out beside Lan Wang Ji, nearly nibbling on his ear as he says, “Quite right, whoever said you didn’t know? Thoughts come by day, dreams come by night, Lan Zhan, tell me the truth, you really wanted to do those things to the me in those days, right? I never thought……you were that kind of Han-Guang-Jun.”

Lan Wang Ji’s face is still expressionless, but pink is creeping up his neck. The fingers resting on his knees are also curling imperceptibly.

The little Wei Ying over there has something important of his in another’s hands. He’s frozen on the floor, gasping for breath, “Lan Zhan the hell are you doing! Are you crazy!”

Lan Zhan has slid himself in between Wei Ying’s legs, whole demeanor exuding control and threat. Wei Yin saw that it wasn’t going well for him, and immediately switched to, “……no no no! No one said you didn’t know! You you you you let go, let’s talk properly!”

He flails his hands madly, but the forehead band of the Gu-Su Lan Sect is made from the best materials, and no matter how he struggles, he can’t free himself, can’t escape. After a few more flails, he spots a book lying by the side, grabs it, throws it at Lan Zhan, hoping the saintly quality of this Library would shock him back to sanity. “Wake up!”

The book hits Lan Zhan’s chest, falls to the ground between Wei Ying’s legs, its pages falling open. Lan Zhan glances down, and stops moving.

What the hell, the art on that page is of an extra-revealing erotica. And, the two people on the drawing, were both men!

Wei Wu Xian still remembers, the book of erotica he gave to Lan Wang Ji didn’t include any homosexual material, so there definitely was no such drawing, and couldn’t hope back a surprised gasp. The attention to detail in this dream……it’s way too intricate, color him impressed!

Lan Zhan lowers his head, staring unblinkingly at the open page. Wei Ying sees it too, and in a moment of awkwardness goes, “……er……” Keeping his lamentation to himself, he decides it’s still better to act instead of speak, and so kicks with all his might. But Lan Zhan frees a hand, grabs his knee, pushes his legs further apart, and bends down to pull open his waist -band and pants.

Wei Ying feels a cold breeze around his lower half, looks down, and his heart just about stops. He screams shrilly, “Lan Zhan the fuck are you doing?!”

The Wei Wu Xian watching is beside himself with glee, practically vibrating with excitement, and thinks gleefully to himself, “What else! He’s going to do you!”

TBC: part ii

Incense Burner 2. part iii. part iv.