The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 63: Young Master’s Care — R18

Chapter 63: Young Master’s Care — R18

Xu Feng felt the cool sensation against his inner thighs, cold and pressure melding together as his body heated up in response. The ambient candlelight barely lit up the room, a pair of scales peeked out from the back of the body pinning him down.

The scales glistened with an inky black sheen as they caught the candlelight between thrusts.

The experience was solid and deep as all his senses trembled with each plunge; each contact felt indescribable. His body sucked the invader deeper into it, as if they would become one for all eternity.

The shifting sensations played on his senses, evoking a fusion of heat and cold, sending shivers racing through his body.

His body was redder than he remembered, but there was no shame this time. Only deep desire remained, and a building pressure. He focused on inhaling and exhaling steadily as the hot body on top of him dove in and out of his body.

"Yesss..."

The body on top of him pressed against his waist, causing shivers to rain down his spine. "Mmhmm."

The man groaned as he positioned himself deep inside Xu Feng’s warm body. They both wanted this, they needed this. Xu Feng wanted to beg him to penetrate as deeply as possible, he wanted all his seed, he needed it all.

The hot and cold. Silver and black.

He wanted to plead, but his voice and brain betrayed him. The words seemed lost in his head and he could only moan to encourage the man on top of him. Moving his hands across the man’s back, he felt the taught muscle and reassuring cold patches on his lower back.

"UGH," That was the last straw, the sensation of his hands against the man flipped a switch, and his movements became ragged and less forgiving.

Hitting deeper inside Xu Feng, rubbing against his walls. The feeling of fullness was maddening as his body twitched.

Xu Feng welcomed it; the thrusting pressure was building as the man’s dark phoenix eyes made contact with his. He looked ready to swallow Xu Feng whole like he was ready to devour his soul.

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As Xu Feng stirred from his slumber, the soft, waning daylight filtered through the window, casting a warm and gentle glow over his room.

His flushed face cooled rapidly.

Wet dreams were normal. He was at the age...

He could sense a subdued commotion in the courtyard, like hushed whispers and the muffled sound of movement.

With a knowing smile, he realized it must be his servants, Si, San, and Erlang, going about their chores while making an effort to keep the noise down so he could rest a little longer. Their thoughtfulness warmed his heart.

Stretching his arms and letting out a contented yawn, Xu Feng relished the coziness of his bed for a moment longer. The inviting cocoon of his bedding seemed almost reluctant to release him from its comforting hold.

As the haze of slumber slowly dissipated, Xu Feng’s senses sharpened, alerting him to a foreign presence within the room. His eyes instinctively sought out the intruder.

Perched on a chair he had moved over from the vanity table, Xuan Yang occupied a spot at the bed’s edge, maintaining a well-mannered distance, even though they were now a married couple.

Xuan Yang’s deep, obsidian phoenix eyes radiated an alluring, dark charm that deviated from his seemingly friendly appearance.

On the surface, he should have exuded the appeal of the boy next door, an easy-going and kind scholar. Yet, beneath this exterior, there lay an undercurrent of captivating dominance, highlighted by the intensity of his eyes and the abundant raven-black hair.

To Xu Feng, it felt as if he were a child being scrutinized by a predator disguised in an appearance of innocence—well, not exactly innocent. Everything about Xuan Yang gave off an air of cool, calculated composure, not alien but mesmerizingly enchanting.

The depth in Xuan Yang’s gaze seemed to call Xu Feng, entangling his attention like a spell.

As Xu Feng openly watched the handsome man in front of him, Xuan Yang’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, recognizing the ger’s positive assessment.

The young master extended a hand holding a bundle of papers.

After a brief pause, Xu Feng sat upright, sweeping the strands of his sleep shuffled hair away from his face. He chose to ignore the sticky wetness between his thighs for now, edging closer to the bed’s edge where Xuan Yang sat.

Xu Feng put all his focus into trying not to look too awkward as he shimmied his way over to the clearly amused young master.

With a pretentiously confident reach—everything was okay, he was a cool young mistress, no bed hair, no proof of his wet dreams here—he accepted the papers.

The papers Xuan Yang handed to Xu Feng were legal documents, bearing the intricate strokes of the ancient Dongmen script. The calligraphy was an art form in itself, the symbols flowing gracefully across the parchment, carrying the weight of tradition and authority.

These were life and death deeds, they held the power to determine the fates of individuals, outlining their rights, privileges, and responsibilities within the household.

The names of Si, San, and Erlang were elegantly inscribed on the documents, representing the fate of the three servants as members of Xu Feng’s household.

Xuan Yang had indeed kept his promise, and Xu Feng couldn’t help but feel somewhat dazed by the realization. As the weight of the life and death deeds settled in, the tension in the room grew palpable.

Xuan Yang’s hand extended toward the dazed ger, his touch delicate as he smoothed down the silver locks that framed Xu Feng’s face. The thick, silken strands were a solid contrast to Xuan Yang’s own obsidian hair.

Xu Feng’s hair was a striking shade of silver, cascading in thick, luxurious waves down to his shoulders. Each strand glistened with a natural sheen as if spun from threads of moonlight. The silver locks framed his face, accentuating an ethereal beauty.

In the room, the atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, drawing the two men closer together.