Chao Ge carried him back to the sleeping quarters. He said they were going to soak in the hot spring, but in reality, it only made him even dirtier.
When the ring was removed, the prolonged suppression had already caused him to become... limp. Yan Guan still felt uncomfortable, twisting his body to get out of bed. Although he wasn’t fully conscious, his instincts told him that he was about to lose control.
However Chao Ge restrained him, and pulled him into his lap, "What are you doing?"
"I... I need to pee…” Yan Guan was so ashamed in that moment that his eyes turned red with humiliation.
Chao Ge thought for a moment and then let out an understanding "hmm." He dragged a white jade basin from under the bed, "Go ahead, it's clean."
Chao Ge didn’t even pretend to be sincere in coaxing him - he was downright wicked. He truly was a hypocrite: on the one hand, he despised his own perversion, yet on the other, he wallowed in it.
He just wanted to see Yan Guan—whether laughing or crying—free from his shackles. Only then did Yan Guan seem genuinely adorable. He would never again be like before, expressionless and silently enduring everything.
Yan Guan dug his fingers into Chao Ge’s arm. Chao Ge let him vent his frustration, indifferent even as scratch marks drew blood, and continued to wipe Yan Guan clean with a handkerchief. He hadn’t cried like this in years. Somehow, through the haze of tears, his mind settled into a sudden, startling clarity. Why had he become so fragile after meeting Chao Ge? It shouldn’t have been like this.
Chao Ge smoothed down his cocked-up hair. He heard the crying of the one on his shoulder come to an end, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded beside his ear, “Chao Ge?” The tone carried a trace of confusion about the current situation, and perhaps also some unease.
Chao Ge turned his head and was met with a pair of clear, limpid eyes. His heart fluttered. Had Yan Guan woken up? He thought maybe the soak in the hot spring earlier had hastened the evaporation of the medicine’s potency.
“Mm, where do you feel uncomfortable?”
But Yan Guan didn’t speak again. He tilted his head and leaned against Chao Ge’s shoulder, letting out a big yawn. Teardrops clung to his eyelashes as he rubbed against Chao Ge, much like a cat stretching lazily, looking for a secure place to rest.
Chao Ge's heart melted into a complete mess. How could he have awakened so quickly? At the very least, it should have been tomorrow. So he dressed him in his nightclothes, carried him to bed, and let him sleep. They didn’t even get to eat dinner. It wasn’t until the second half of the night, after he’d slept his fill and woken up again, that Chao Ge fed him a few mouthfuls while holding him down.
Strange how the medicine worked. Just a few hours ago Yan Guan had been so exhausted, he worried his waist might snap, yet after waking he no longer seemed particularly hungry or fatigued.
Watching the head that kept burrowing around in his arms, Chao Ge couldn’t help but laugh. After these two days, he’d come to understand that Yan Guan craved his body. Though he didn’t say it out loud, thanks to the medicine, his actions spoke clearly enough.
“You’re being naughty again. What are you trying to do?” Chao Ge teased, trailing his fingers through Yan Guan’s hair.
The person in his arms froze. Then Chao Ge suddenly felt a pain in his chest. “You…!”
He was tall and broad, with solid chest and abdominal muscles—none lacking in the slightest. Yan Guan had probably wanted to get his hands on him for a while now. This time, he mustered his courage and gave a squeeze, which made the man laugh in exasperation.
Chao Ge caught the misbehaving hand and pressed it firmly against his chest. “If you like it, keep touching. What are you hiding for?” he chided, unwilling to let himself be on the losing end.
When he relaxed, his pectoral muscles [or as we like to call them, man-titties] turned out to be soft and pliant. Yan Guan gave a few more squeezes, then, clearly unsatisfied, leaned in and simply pressed his face against them, burying himself in Chao Ge’s chest.
Chao Ge’s expression remained impassive, but inside, his heart was blooming with joy. His gaze swept across Yan Guan’s bare back, and then downward… Whatever he’d just thought of made his throat tighten. [( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]
He lifted the man up from his embrace, ignoring the other’s furrowed brows. “Xiao Guan, do you want to try this…?” His tone quivered slightly, clearly excited and laced with temptation.
Yan Guan didn’t understand what he meant and stared blankly at Chao Ge. Who would’ve thought this man - brimming with raw, ox-like strength - directly hauled him up, hooked under his armpits, and straddled him onto his lap. Everything below was laid bare in an instant. Chao Ge’s unabashed gaze made Yan Guan feel deeply embarrassed.
“Doesn’t Xiao Guan like it?”
Though the voice was low and deep, Yan Guan felt his ears buzzing, and his mind grew muddled.
(Not allowed to write) [this is literally part of the text, lmao]
The fierce beast that had long lain in ambush had finally corralled the prey into its territory. It was time to hunt.
The brocade quilt was tossed like rolling waves…
“So sweet…” Chao Ge licked the residue at the corner of his mouth, then added in a lewd tone, “Xiao Guan, would you like to taste mine as well?”
T/N:
This chapter isn’t part of the official raws. They skip from c.23 to c.25. The smut ends here. The rest of the story is back to being sweet and wholesome. Happy Reading!
Funny story: As I was looking up cock rings in ancient china (shut up, it's research!), I found this site which sells chinese antiques, where I came across this amazing gem: (paraphrasing) "Because Chinese men are smaller than average, and European men have shorter, stubbier thumbs - some of the more decorative cock rings (made of jade or precious metals) were sold as thumb rings. But if you want to talk about embarrassing- just try telling some white guy that just paid thousands of dollars for a nephrite jade “thumb” ring to add to his collection, that he’s had for years and inherited from his Dad, that it was originally probably used on a Chinese man’s penis.
The case of Chinese cock rings being sold as thumb rings all these years, though, is a great example of why it is important to do scientific research on artifacts, to try to understand them and what their function was- instead of just selling them for the highest amount possible before people know what they were used for.
This also gives whole new meaning to the term of “jade stalk” which is how the penis is classically referred to in ancient Chinese texts. Being covered by jade, it truly was that."