Ch62 - (II). Apology in bed

Although the wolf’s tongue was soft, its surface was rough. When it brushed against the tender inner walls of Rong Jun’s hole, the sensation it produced was overwhelmingly intense.

Rong Jun’s expression gradually fell apart, his composure crumbling bit by bit.

“Ah… ahh… Yan Chen…”

He felt deeply ashamed of the half-forced situation, yet his body could not resist the rapidly spreading waves of pleasure. It felt as though the sensation was seeping into his brain, eroding his will, conquering him from the inside out.

Still unwilling to completely abandon his pride, Rong Jun could only call out Yan Chen’s name in a strained, reluctant tone. He never clearly said “stop” or “let go.” Even his resistance became half-hearted. His toes curled tightly, and his body betrayed him as his muscles started tightening instinctively, clinging to the source of pleasure.

Yan Chen naturally noticed the change.

But instead of exposing him, he became even more pleased and did better at providing Rong Jun pleasure. His movements grew more attentive, teasing and stimulating with precision, drawing out every reaction he could get from Rong Jun.

“Haa… ngh…”

Rong Jun could no longer suppress the increasingly soft, breathy sounds slipping from his lips. His face burned with embarrassment as he bit down hard on the cloth binding his wrists, momentarily forgetting it had been tied there by Yan Chen himself.

Saliva alone wasn’t enough.

Yan Chen eventually reached for some lubricant, applying it thoroughly and carefully, ensuring everything was properly prepared. His movements became smoother, more controlled, yet no less overwhelming.

Rong Jun’s thoughts blurred into a hazy fog. Under the weight of the sensation, his awareness dulled, his consciousness drifting in and out.

“…Mm? What is that…”

He suddenly felt something firm and burning hot against him.

Startled, he instinctively shifted away. But as soon as he did, realization struck him. His dazed eyes snapped clearly, and he quickly looked down.

At first, all he saw was a dark blur… Then slowly, everything came into focus.

His breath caught.

He stared at it in shock, his throat tightening as he swallowed hard.

He looked at Yan Chen with a begging gaze and muffled his cries.

Yan Chen met his eyes and smiled. “Qingqing,” he said calmly, “the size might be too intimidating… but I promise I’ll take care of you afterward.”

His tone sounded almost reasonable but his actions said otherwise.

Rong Jun finally snapped, all his pleas were being thrown out of the window by this horny man on top of him. “Are you trying to kill me? That thing is a weapon!”

Yan Chen chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as praise.”

“Who’s praising you?!”

Rong Jun was on the verge of breaking down. He had already experienced enough before, if things went further like this, he genuinely feared he wouldn’t survive it.

Yan Chen knew he was afraid.

And yet, he also knew he had prepared him enough to be able to take him.

The real problem wasn’t the act itself, it was calming Rong Jun down.

He caught Rong Jun’s struggling hands and pinned them above his head. Then he lowered himself, gently rubbing his cheek against him, the soft fur brushing against Rong Jun’s skin, making the latter calm down a little.

The moment Rong Jun’s guard slipped—

Everything changed.

A sudden, overwhelming sensation made his body go rigid.

“Haaahhh!!!”

His breath hitched sharply as his body instinctively tensed. He didn’t dare move, he didn’t even dare breathe. Turning his head, he buried his face into the soft fur beside him, letting out muffled, broken sounds.

“…Bastard…”

Yan Chen loosened his grip slightly, lifting his head just enough to look at him. He leaned down, licking away the tears at the corner of Rong Jun’s eyes but it only prompted Rong Jun to cry even more.

Rong Jun stared at him.

The black fur, the golden eyes, the sharp, dangerous aura, it should have been terrifying.

And yet, something in Yan Chen’s gaze made his heart soften.

Yan Chen noticed this. Seeing him gradually calm down, he tried to move again, slowly, carefully.

The sensations intensified, sending tremors through both of their bodies.

Rong Jun, dazed and captivated, could only cling to him, his fingers gripping weakly, his thoughts dissolving into the pure sensation of ecstasy.

He didn’t even notice how deeply he was being drawn in, or how far things had already gone.

Until—

A sudden, sharp movement shattered everything.

“Ah—!”

His body arched violently, his voice breaking into a cry as the overwhelming sensation struck all at once. His strength gave out completely, leaving him limp, entirely at Yan Chen’s mercy.

Yan Chen wasn’t being deliberately cruel. On the contrary, his movements were careful, controlled, and gentle. But every motion was precise, designed to draw out the strongest response from Rong Jun.

Slowly, he pulled Rong Jun deeper into the pleasure of their bodies.

Rong Jun’s voice grew hoarse, his body trembling uncontrollably. His reactions became more and more sensitive, every small touch was magnified even with the slightest contact.

“Ah… enough…”

He tried to push Yan Chen back but he was too weak. And out of nowhere, a surge of pleasure suddenly erupted inside of him, blocking all his senses as he moaned loudly.

“How could that be?” Yan Chen murmured, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “I haven’t even shown you everything yet.”

He adjusted his grip, lifting him slightly—

“Ahhh!”

A blinding flash seemed to explode in Rong Jun’s mind. His consciousness flickered, and for a moment, his mind went blank before he gradually regained composure.

“…It hurts…” he mumbled.

“I haven’t even done anything extreme yet,” Yan Chen said, lowering his voice.

Rong Jun couldn’t even respond properly anymore. Every slight movement sent another wave crashing through him, forcing broken sounds from his throat.

“Don’t move… ah… please…”

Yan Chen only let out a quiet laugh.

He slowed and carefully continued again.

The rhythm, the pressure, the control—it left Rong Jun completely crazy.

“Yan Chen… no more… please…”

His voice broke, his desperation clear as he clung to Yan Chen, his fingers digging in his back as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“I didn’t hear you,” Yan Chen replied softly, teasing him. “Who was it that said I couldn’t do anything last night?”

“Me… it was me… I can’t… I really can’t…please… stop.”

Tears streamed down Rong Jun’s face, his silver hair clinging messily to his skin, adding a fragile, almost tragic beauty to his disheveled state.

“Stop… please…”

“Shouldn’t you apologize first?”

Yan Chen’s movements shifted unpredictably, pushing him further, drawing out every last reaction until his voice broke completely.

“I was wrong… you’re… ah… you’re amazing…”

“That doesn’t sound very sincere.”

Rong Jun trembled, barely holding on.

“I’m sorry… it was my fault… please…”

Yan Chen finally leaned down again, licking away the tears from his face.

“I’ll forgive you for now,” he said.

For a moment, relief flashed across Rong Jun’s face.

Then Yan Chen added, calmly, “But I still need to prove the rest of my capabilities to you.”

The fragile hope that shone in Rong Jun’s eyes shattered instantly.

Rong Jun couldn’t even form complete words anymore, his voice dissolving into broken sounds as everything overwhelmed him completely.

“Haa… you… ah… you… ngh…”

He tried to complain, but at this moment, Yan Chen already let his restraints go as he thrusted his hips back and forth fast making the man below him writhe in both pain and pleasure.