Who Favors Whom Part 1

Wen Ying returned after leaving. The door behind him was already closed. He stood in the outer room, silent, waiting for Ling Qiyan's command.

Two lamps were lit in the outer room, but none in the inner room, which was separated by a screen.

Ling Qiyan sat on the edge of the bed, coldly observing the person standing under the lamplight beyond the screen. Wen Ying's expression was as calm as ever, seemingly not at all curious as to why he had been summoned.

Ling Qiyan was displeased. He hated Wen Ying's unruffled demeanor, that calm state as if he were never disturbed by external matters. So, he ordered in a cold voice, "Take off your clothes."

Wen Ying frowned. After a moment of silence, he silently raised his hands to untie his sash and remove his outer robe.

"The inner tunic too."

Wen Ying's gaze darkened slightly. He took off his inner tunic, his bare upper body revealed before Ling Qiyan's eyes.

Ling Qiyan still wasn't done with him. "Keep going."

Wen Ying didn't move again.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan impatiently snapped, "This prince told you to keep going."

Wen Ying's throat bobbed. He removed his underpants, leaving himself completely naked.

Through the screen, Ling Qiyan couldn't clearly see the expression on Wen Ying's face. He only stared at his movements, his gaze fixed.

His figure was silhouetted on the screen, shadowy and indistinct, which only served to stir the imagination.

After watching for a moment, Ling Qiyan instructed him, "...Put out the lamps. See that black silk strip on the table? Pick it up, blindfold yourself, and come in."

With the lamps extinguished, the room was plunged into complete darkness. Wen Ying picked up the black silk and tied it around the back of his head, blindfolding his eyes and concealing the gloom within them.

He walked around the screen and into the inner room.

He stopped by the bed. A pair of hands wrapped around his arm, and a familiar warm breath drew near.

Wen Ying was pulled down onto the bed. Ling Qiyan straddled him, leaned down, and whispered in his ear, "Poor scholar, no matter what this prince does in a moment, you are not allowed to make a sound, and you are certainly not allowed to move. Do you understand?"

Wen Ying asked in a hoarse voice, "What does Your Highness wish to do?"

Ling Qiyan chided softly, "You are not to ask. Whatever this prince does, you are not to ask."

Wen Ying's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Like a kitten, Ling Qiyan nuzzled against his body, his wet tongue licking the nape of his neck. The darkness magnified every sensation. Wen Ying's breathing grew heavier, and his hands gripped Ling Qiyan's waist, unconsciously tightening their hold.

Ling Qiyan fumbled, sitting on Wen Ying's hips and taking hold of his member.

Wen Ying's breathing unconsciously grew ragged. He didn't move, letting Ling Qiyan grasp his heavy manhood and clumsily stroke it a few times.

The thing in Ling Qiyan's hand quickly swelled and hardened, standing erect and poking the soft flesh of Ling Qiyan's buttocks through the fabric of his clothes.

Ling Qiyan unconsciously swallowed. With one hand braced on Wen Ying's chest, the other rustled as he pulled down his own underpants. Then, guiding that thing, he slowly lowered himself.

The secret place of his rear had been played with by himself for a long time earlier, slathered with ointment, and was already thoroughly wet.

Feeling his member being swallowed inch by inch into the tight, wet softness, Wen Ying's breathing completely lost its rhythm. The hands clutching Ling Qiyan's waist tightened further.

The sensation was too torturous. Ling Qiyan's movements were too slow and clumsy. It took him a long while, panting and sweating, to take the entire length. He paused for a moment before slowly starting to move his hips, trying to use Wen Ying's shaft to grind against the spot that would bring him the most pleasure.

One, two, three... After Ling Qiyan had struggled to ride him a dozen or so times, he let out a couple of discouraged hums. But Wen Ying suddenly thrust his hips up, ramming fiercely into his body.

Caught off guard, Ling Qiyan let out a sharp cry, his head thrown back. Before he could adjust, Wen Ying was already thrusting continuously. When Ling Qiyan came to his senses, he was panting heavily, sweet and seductive moans spilling from his lips.

Wen Ying grabbed his waist, forcefully flipped him onto the mattress, and rolled on top of him. He lifted Ling Qiyan's legs up to his waist, yanked off the black silk blindfolding him with one hand, and seized Ling Qiyan's chin with the other, kissing him fiercely.

"Don't kiss..."

Ling Qiyan instinctively turned his face away, only to have Wen Ying grab it and turn it back. Their lips and tongues tangled as Wen Ying plundered his mouth recklessly, while below, he fucked him savagely, as if to death.

Ling Qiyan was in a state of both pain and pleasure. He wanted to cry out, but every sound that escaped was swallowed by Wen Ying. Saliva he couldn't hold back trickled continuously from the corners of his mouth.

Wen Ying's hands roamed all over his body, pinching one fierce mark after another. The brutal weapon buried in his body thrust in and out, fast and heavy, creating an endless slapping sound of flesh on flesh. The large bed beneath them was about to be shaken apart.

The night was deep.

Ling Qiyan was in a daze, having already released several times. His lower body was a complete mess. He cried and protested, but Wen Ying still refused to let him go, until his member swelled to its limit. After a final dozen hard thrusts, he came deep inside his body.

Unable to bear it, Ling Qiyan pushed him, but Wen Ying didn't move. His lips caressed his neck as his semi-soft member gradually hardened again. He pressed Ling Qiyan down and began to move his hips once more.

At the end, Ling Qiyan lay panting on the bed, so tired he couldn't even lift a finger, covered in sticky sweat.

Wen Ying pushed aside his damp, sticky long hair and kissed his shoulder, only to be impatiently swatted away by Ling Qiyan. "Enough. This prince is tired. You can go now."

The person behind him suppressed a low gasp, sat up, and silently got out of bed to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor in the outer room.

After dressing neatly, Wen Ying lit a lamp and stood in place for a moment, gazing at the person lying sated and motionless on the bed behind the screen.

Ling Qiyan's head was turned inward, as if he had already fallen asleep.

All the fierce emotions that had been boiling in his heart returned to calm at this moment. Wen Ying closed his eyes, turned, and left.

Jiang Lin was keeping watch outside alone, almost unable to stand any longer.

After Wen Ying had entered earlier, he had tactfully sent everyone else away, not letting them wait outside. After waiting for so long, and hearing those faint sounds coming from inside, he didn't dare to guess what had happened.

When Wen Ying came out, Jiang Lin subconsciously wanted to say something to him, but the young man didn't even glance at him, walking into the deep night with a somber expression.

When Jiang Lin came to his senses, he only saw Wen Ying's retreating back. He couldn't help but spit in his direction. 'Taking such advantage of Prince Yu and still not satisfied, who is he putting on that long face for!'

The door closed and then opened again. Jiang Lin entered with his neck shrunk, not daring to approach. He asked cautiously from the outer room, "Your Highness, are you asleep? Would you like to bathe?"

Ling Qiyan's eyelashes fluttered. He had indeed been drowsily about to fall asleep. This time, he had finally found true pleasure. Although certain aspects of that poor scholar's performance had infuriated him, he decided to let it go. On account of the satisfying physical service, Ling Qiyan decided to be magnanimous and not hold it against him.

Jiang Lin called out again. Only then did Ling Qiyan respond lazily, ordering, "This prince wants to bathe. You, come change the bedsheets."

Sinking into the bath, it felt as if every pore in his body was relaxing comfortably. Ling Qiyan sighed in contentment. Jiang Lin knelt by the side of the tub, massaging his arms with his head lowered, not daring to look at the deep and shallow marks on his body.

Ling Qiyan's mind cleared a little. Perhaps sensing the eunuch's unease, he reminded him in a cold voice, "Tonight's events..."

"This servant knows nothing! This servant is blind, deaf, and mute!"

Ling Qiyan was satisfied. 'This one is quick-witted.'

He was the high and mighty Prince Yu. Regardless of the truth, it was the poor scholar who had been favored by him. He would never admit to anything else.

Early the next morning, Wen Ying finally came to the main courtyard to pay his respects.

Ling Qiyan had also just gotten up. Having finished breakfast, he was lazily lounging on the couch drinking tea. When he saw the man enter, he shot him a sideways glance.

This poor scholar had once again put on that expressionless, coffin-like face, as if the person from last night, who had been as fierce as a beast and nearly taken him apart, wasn't him.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help but wonder, 'What kind of person is this guy, really? Seemingly aloof, but actually ambitious. Seemingly pure-hearted and detached from worldly affairs, yet dares to even kill. He has never shown the slightest fear towards me, daring to commit all sorts of insubordinate acts. It really makes it hard for me to know what to make of him.'

He instinctively felt that this young man would be difficult to control in the future. However, he had just gotten a taste of the marrow, and he was a little reluctant to just drive him away like this.

'...Forget it. I'll deal with it when I get tired of him.'

He had gone to bed too late last night, so Ling Qiyan still felt listless and wasn't much in the mood to deal with this poor scholar.

Wen Ying studied his expression.

"Your Highness seems so listless. Are you tired so early in the morning?"

When Wen Ying's words came out, Ling Qiyan detected the trace of mockery within them. His brow furrowed, and he kicked out a foot. "Kneel."

Wen Ying clenched his fists and knelt on the floor.