Every Meal - Chapter 26: Bewitched

Translator: Deyonna

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Perhaps it was because he had been longing for it for too long, or the grueling foreplay had already worn away Kong Qiao's nervousness. When the man's big rod was really buried into his body, Kong Qiao's first feeling was not pain.

But satisfaction.

Yes, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought, like a starving person finally tasting the delicacy that had been tantalizingly out of reach.

Once it entered, the unbearable emptiness in his body immediately stopped its clamor, leaving only the satisfaction of being filled, which shot up along his spine.

"Mn... Hmph!"

Both of them sighed at the same time.

Finally... it's in.

Such thoughts surfaced in Tu Liang and Kong Qiao's hearts at the same time. And unconsciously, in the close connection between them, they looked at each other at the same time.

Kong Qiao first met a pair of dark and fiery eyes.

The previous repression and endurance in those eyes were dispelled by another kind of brightness, and at this moment, only intense and surging emotions were flowing, rushing straight toward him.

Kong Qiao didn't know where those burning emotions came from, but he liked being looked at with such focused eyes by the man as if... as if he had already been devoured by this man.

"Does it hurt?"

Compared to the intense invasive gaze, the man's conquering movements seemed much more hesitant. Kong Qiao could feel that at this moment, inside him was only the tip and the ferocious giant dragon had actually not yet fully entered his body.

But just the entry of the dragon's head was enough to make him feel its pressing presence.

"Nng... It's okay."

Kong Qiao bit his lower lip, tentatively contracting his sphincter. The slight tearing pain allowed him to depict the enormity of that thing without looking. This contraction made it jump violently, causing his little buttocks to tremble slightly in fear.

"Then, can I continue?"

To be honest, the fact that Tu Liang could restrain himself from thrusting all the way at this moment was already the greatest restraint of his willpower.

The little peacock's nest was too tight, warm, and soft. He wished he could bury himself completely in it, fully possessing the person in his arms.

But he couldn't bear to. He was afraid of scaring his treasure away.

His dick was indeed much larger than others. They, the bottom-level workers, usually lived together in groups, and it was inevitable that they would be bare-chested and exposed. Tu Liang would always be joked about by his roommates and friends, saying that even when he was not hard, he could scare away half of the people. If he got hard, they're afraid that ordinary people wouldn't be able to handle it.

It's either yearning for heaven or seeking death.[1]

[1] It means it's either you'll ascend to heaven from feeling so good because of its size or you'll feel uncomfortable from it?

Although those people's words were filled with envy and sarcasm, Tu Liang was genuinely afraid of hurting his little peacock.

He dared not release the beast in his body, only suppressing the pleasure of being tightly sucked. He spread the young man's buttocks to look at the place where the two of them were connected.

The tender flower bud was stretched open.

It wrapped around his cock tightly, and the stretched petals turned into an even more enchanting bright red.

The entire flower was covered with dew. It was unknown whether it was overflowing from inside or rubbed on by him. It was glistening and trembling with a pitiful and cute look.

For a moment, Tu Liang was stunned by such a lewd and wonderful sight.

Kong Qiao followed his gaze and looked down, but his face turned red all at once.

Although... he had seen countless adult films, he was still a theoretical king with zero practical experience. When such a lewd scene was applied to himself, he immediately curled his toes in shame.

"You, you hurry up! You're not allowed to look!"

Kong Qiao quickly raised his hand to cover the man's eyes, and his buttocks hurriedly pressed down, inadvertently swallowing a bit of what was inside.

 "Mn!"

Tu Liang didn't have time to appreciate the view this time.

The warm, soft, and tight passage tightly wrapped around his buried shaft, and the part remaining outside was not to be outdone, urging his body to attack deeper.

With his eyes covered, Tu Liang's other body parts became more sensitive.

He felt that the little flower engulfing his length seemed to be full of vitality. Although the creases were stretched smooth, they seemed to still have strength, trembling and contracting, as if expecting more to come.

And the pair of legs he held in his arms were constantly rubbing up and down against his arms and back as if urging him to go faster and faster.

When Tu Liang realized that his little peacock desired his complete entry more than fearing the pain, he no longer held back.

Kong Qiao's slender legs were hoisted onto his shoulders. Tu Liang's large hand spread across the already wet buttocks even wider, and then he thrust straight in with a fierce move.

"Ahh——"

The long-swollen shaft finally plunged entirely into the sweet and soft flower hole.

Tightly and closely attached.

The light in the bathroom was bright, and the white tiles echoed with two breaths, one light, and one heavy, while also illuminating everything clearly and without reservation.

Tu Liang's eyes were filled with a smooth whiteness.

Unlike the surrounding tiles and marble platform, which were cold and icy, this was soft and tender, leaving an imprint when pinched, and as lustrous as jade. This precious and magnificent soft jade, which he had never played with before, was trembling and undulating under his gaze. The pink hue was like a tide extending from the body, flowing and spreading over the smooth and tender skin.

Tu Liang gently supported Kong Qiao's lower back and buttocks.

Then he thrust heavily into him.

"Ah... t-too deep!"

The dull pain finally came with the delayed entry of that huge object. The man no longer teased and probed like during foreplay, forcefully thrusting himself deep inside without holding back. Kong Qiao only felt that his entire passage was penetrated. The long sword, along with its hilt, brutally and bravely pounded into his body, knocking him backward.

Kong Qiao also remembered where he was now.

After all, the light in the bathroom was too bright, bright enough for him to see every expression and movement of the man in front of him.

He thought he would hit the mirror frame above the sink, but the arm behind him blocked him tightly, causing his head and body to bounce back and hit the man's firm and solid chest.

"Qiao Qiao... Qiao Qiao…"

Tu Liang's breath was full of urgent heat as if he was bewitched by a beautiful dream named Kong Qiao. He was only moving his waist while murmuring Kong Qiao's name. "So tight... Nng... Qiao Qiao... So comfortable…"

Kong Qiao bit his lip. The dull pain was still continuously surging into his body, but undeniably, that large thing indeed had its merits. The hard shaft was tightly pressed against his walls, the bulging veins occasionally rubbing against the sensitive soft flesh, itchy and numb. The pleasure was also gradually stirring in his body along with the pain.

His unfocused gaze fell on the still tense shoulders and necklines of the person in front of him.

The bronze-colored skin was stained with sweat from either of them, and the bulging muscles spread across the strong torso within Kong Qiao's field of vision, making one's mouth dry and tongue parched.

The man's breath sprayed on his neck, hot and ticklish. Kong Qiao watched Tu Liang's nostrils flaring, face flushed with emotions, and throat rolling.

No wonder ancient people used to say, if I should die beneath a peony flower, I will still be charming as a ghost.[2]

[2]The consequence is death at most, regardless if you are a ghost, you will be happy and content.

Kong Qiao thought in his heart that he was really bewitched.

With the charm of the man before him, he felt that the pain was less unbearable.

As his buttocks rubbed against the cold marble platform, generating warmth, Kong Qiao whimpered and simply wrapped his arms around Tu Liang's neck, burying his head and biting into the man's strong pectoral muscles.

"Mn!"

Tu Liang let out a muffled grunt.

Kong Qiao rubbed against the chest muscle he was biting, then loosened his teeth and spoke in a soft and tender voice.

"You're comfortable, but I'm not yet!"

"If you hurt me like that again... I will hurt you too!"

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