RAAHC 27 PART 2 (H)

Chapter 27 Part 2 (Warning: Explicit content!)

Compared to the unprepared border soldiers, the enemy had regrouped after years of defeat and now came prepared. As distressing reports of consecutive border breaches arrived, he found it increasingly difficult to remain settled in the capital. He promptly petitioned the emperor, requesting permission to lead the troops to the frontlines to defend their homeland, to contribute his meager efforts…

But what he didn’t anticipate was the rejection of his petition.

Meanwhile, the enemy was sweeping through like a whirlwind, breaking through two cities in succession. Only half of the twelve lines of defense remained, with the imperial supplies and reinforcements en route. Most of the remaining soldiers were inexperienced recruits, hardly a match for the well-trained southern barbarian cavalry.

Upon the fourth time his petition was denied, he couldn’t hold back any longer and barged into the imperial study, only to find Emperor Qi sitting amongst the snowflake-like memorial papers, his expression faint, and a trace of boredom even.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, and when he returned to his senses, Emperor Qi had already set down his brush and was coming towards him, bestowing a kiss upon his face.

“These days, I’ve been swamped. It’s a relief to see you, General, which eases my mind a little…”

Such sweet words, if spoken on ordinary days, would undoubtedly stir his heart. But now, with the fate of the nation hanging in the balance, instead of panic, the person before him appeared so carefree… A shiver ran down his spine, and he inexplicably felt cold.

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Gv bkp osaep, Oxrlasa Ck tyhl y rlarzlmle vkzv sq bkp blye, y zssj sq kddsnldnl sd bkp qynl. Bdyczl vs nsdvykd bkxplzq, bl nsdvkdwle, “R byhl pwcxkvvle y rlvkvksd, hszwdvllakdt vs blye vs vbl csaela…”

“Xb, ps Qldlayz oyp alqlaakdt vs vbkp. R alxlxcla dso.” Mbl svbla rlapsd kdvlaawrvle bkx, pxkzkdt pollvzu yp vblu yrrasynble, oayrrkdt vblka yaxp yaswde bkp oykpv kd y nsiwlvvkpb xyddla. “Mblpl eyup, R’hl clld ps cwpu, vblal yal ps xydu alzyvle esnwxldvp, vss xwnb vs alye. Tso ycswv Qldlayz nsxkdt shla vs blzr xl alhklo vblx yde pbyal vbl zsye?”

Mbl lxcaynl oyp oyax, yde obld bl zsolale bkp blye, bl nywtbv y tzkxrpl sq vbl tszeld eaytsd ryvvlad lxcaskelale sd vbl blx sq vbl ascl. Tkp blyav pjkrrle y clyv, yde bl pyke kd y ellr hsknl, “Mbl pvyvksdle vassrp yal yzz dlozu yppktdle kd alnldv ulyap, kdlmrlakldnle. Ekvb vbl kxxkdldv vbalyv, yde ds nzlya zlyelapbkr, vblu dyvwayzzu calyj esod kd vbl qynl sq vbl ldlxu…”

“R jdso yzz vbyv. Fs, kpd’v kv byae osaj sd xu ryav? Qldlayz eslpd’v lhld nsxrzkxldv xl y ckv yde kp ps byapb…” Oxrlasa Ck czkdjle bkp lulp, zssjkdt kdnalekczu yttaklhle.

Fllkdt vbl svbla ynvkdt zkjl vbkp, bkp blyav tayewyzzu pydj. Tl jdlzv sd sdl jdll, bkp hsknl lyadlpv, “Rd vbl qynl sq y talyv ldlxu, Zswa Yyflpvu pbswze raksakvkgl dyvksdyz yqqykap. Gzvbswtb R byhld’v zle vassrp kd xydu ulyap, xu lmrlakldnl kp pvkzz kdvynv. R oswze cl xwnb xsal nyryczl vbyd vblpl talld alnawkvp…”

Tl vakle vs rlapwyel okvb tldwkdl nsdnlad qsa y zsdt vkxl, bsrkdt qsa yd lqqlnv. Jwv Oxrlasa Ck fwpv pxkzle, pvkzz nsiwlvvkpb, “R osd’v yzzso kv—yqvla yzz vblpl ulyap, vblu byhl alnlkhle vbl vawl eaytsd’p czlppkdt. Mblu pbswze ryu psxl raknl qsa kv.”

“Vaknl?” Mblal oyp y xsxldv obld bkp xkde oldv czydj, zlyhkdt sdzu y iwkhlakdt hsknl, “Zswa Yyflpvu, es usw vbkdj vbyv vbl awkdle nkvklp, ekprzynle nkhkzkydp, yde pynakqknle pszeklap… nyd cl pwxxle wr okvb fwpv vbl osae ‘raknl’?!” Tkp hsknl yzxspv nyxl swv yp y pbswv yv vbl lde, qkzzle okvb ekpclzklq yde ekpyrrskdvxldv.

His emperor… the wise ruler of the kingdom. How could he use such a detached and aloof tone to describe the invaded territories and the people suffering in war?

“Then what? Are you suggesting I personally lead the troops and drive those barbarians back?” The young emperor sneered, half-squatting down and meeting his gaze at eye level.

The other’s gaze was faint, carrying an indescribable disdain and arrogance. In that instant of locked eyes, he seemed to see golden glimmers at the depths of the other’s eyes, exuding a noble yet strange aura. But strangely, it also felt so unfamiliar… as if he had never truly known him.

His face flushed, and the other extended a hand, gently caressing his face. “Rest assured, General. Fate is on my side… I can’t bear to let my General fight to the death for those commoners.”

The term “commoners” felt like a blade at his neck, severing all the words he couldn’t voice. Only heavy breathing remained.

Those were his people, his soldiers, his country… He realized that what he was willing to sacrifice everything for, regardless of the cost, to protect, in the eyes of the young emperor, was nothing more than ants he disdained?

The ruler he had painstakingly supported with all his heart and efforts, was just a selfish and capricious child. The purity he was willing to brave anything for, was just the cold indifference of someone looking down from above…

So, the person he cherished, nurtured, and loved… were they real or fake?

After several emotional fluctuations, a bittersweet taste rose in his throat, swallowed back forcibly, and his straight back bent. He knelt on the ground, each word uttered as if bleeding.

“I earnestly implore Your Majesty, allow me to go to the border.”

Emperor Qi’s expression changed slightly, a glint of gold in his eyes that was partially hidden by his lowered lashes.

“I said no… General, didn’t you swear not to defy me?”

His voice carried a deep sense of grievance. If it were under normal circumstances, he would have softened — but now, every time he thought of the fresh blood flowing at the borders, the civilians displaced by war, the land trampled by iron hooves… he took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming grief within him, and hoarsely said, “I earnestly implore Your Majesty, allow me to go to the border—let me defend this kingdom for Your Majesty!”

The last few words made the floor tremble beneath him. Emperor Qi reached out to lift his face, his smile still present, but his gaze held a sinister edge that he had never seen before.

“I have a question, I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask… If in your heart, I am less important than the kingdom, would you treat someone else in the same way if they were sitting on the throne instead of me?”

The other deliberately slowed his speech, a tone that seemed like questioning yet also like a threat.

He closed his eyes and suddenly felt utterly exhausted.

His lips suddenly stung as the other pressed closer, kissing him ferociously, biting his lip until it bled, and then sucking on it until it tingled. He let out a muffled groan, instinctively trying to pull away, but his neck was held firmly, leaving him unable to move.

When the aggressive, passionless kiss ended, a strand of silver separated as they separated. Emperor Qi’s fingers toyed with his reddened lips, smiling, “Since General wants to go, you must do something to make me happy.”

The maliciousness in his tone couldn’t be concealed any longer. He stared into those eyes, their dazzling gold, and his expression froze. He said dully, “Your Majesty… What do you want me to do?”

“I just want to reciprocate what General has done to me, and do it to General…” Emperor Qi kissed the tip of his nose affectionately, “Since the General likes me, naturally you won’t refuse, right?”

…

The scent of sandalwood in the air grew thicker, lingering around his nose, carrying a heavy, cloying sweetness that made it hard to breathe.

The snow-like documents were swept off the floor by Emperor Qi. He was lifted and placed onto the table. The hard wood pressed against his spine, creating a familiar sensation.

He almost chuckled self-deprecatingly, feeling the pull of his split lip, a trickle of blood escaping, and then being gently licked by the other.

As his clothes were removed, he remained nearly calm, as if his soul had detached from his body and flown a thousand miles away to a battlefield where blood ran hot…

A kiss landed on his eyelid, followed by another, licking over his slightly parted lips, and trailing down to his bobbing Adam’s apple.

That was the most vulnerable spot, years of instinct making his body tense, sweat forming a thin layer on his rising and falling chest. Under the naked gaze of the other, his skin turned a faint shade of red.

“Open your eyes, look at me.”

The voice echoed in his ears, though it was usually melodic and graceful, now it felt unfamiliar… His topknot was undone, and his black hair cascaded down. Some strands fell over his eyes, and like a leaf obscuring his vision, he obediently opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused on the hair tips in front of him.

The kisses continued downward, lingering at the prominent collarbones. At the same time, his legs were spread open, Emperor Qi forcefully wedged himself between them, his long fingers hooking onto the edge of the indecent garment, and slowly pulling it down.

His body trembled violently for a moment, his knees almost bending instinctively, but he was pressed down on both sides, his private area exposed to the chilly air.

A surge of immense shame washed over him. He clenched his teeth, resisting the urge to make any sound, his face flushed, his thighs involuntarily trembling, and the fingers on both sides, spread wide, slowly tightened.

Emperor Qi seemed to chuckle, his arched brows and eyes carrying a childlike innocence. However, his hand teasingly moved to his crotch. Those were the hands of someone who lived a privileged life, without any roughness, their fingertips soft, carrying a slight warmth as they gently circled around his sensitive organ.

He gasped for air, but his lips were firmly sealed with a fierce kiss. As the hand wrapped around his member stroked from top to bottom, with just the right amount of pressure, an overwhelming sensation of pleasure surged forth. It traveled along his spine like an electric shock straight to his brain. He trembled a few times, and his grip slackened for an instant, revealing a palm smeared with fresh blood from being squeezed too hard.

“General, you’re twenty-seven this year. This thing’s color is quite nice, reminiscent of a seventeen-year-old’s…” The other kissed his chest, “I like it very much.”

After saying that, he continued to caress as if playing with it. He didn’t know if it was the other’s skill or his own heightened sensitivity, but after a few moments, it was fully erect. The throbbing p*nis oozed a few drops of pre-c*m.

Blinded by the almost humiliating pleasure, his eyes reddened. He bit his lower lip until it bled, struggling to suppress the moans that threatened to escape. He then noticed the other’s hand on his chest, fingers pinching his erect n*pple, twisting it maliciously.

He was played with in this manner for a few moments, then the attention shifted to the other side, until they were fully engorged. The liquid from below was smeared over it, giving it a glossy sheen.

“…So lascivious.”

With a mocking sigh, Emperor Qi looked down at his disheveled state from above, yet he leaned down tenderly, licking away the fine sweat on his forehead, leaving him unsure whether this was a jest or genuine affection.

But gradually, none of that mattered anymore.

As the pleasure intensified, it felt as if something was detonating within his veins. Sparking sensations ignited his parched rationality. Inadvertently, his lips were pried open, letting out a half-moan.

“Uhh…”

It was a purely masculine voice, deep, hoarse, filled with an unbearable desire, and a faint, almost imperceptible trace of a sob.

Emperor Qi seemed to become instantly excited. The hand gripping his member exerted more pressure, the fingertip pressing against the opening at the tip. “Moan again… I want to hear it.”

However, he remained silent, only drawing ragged breaths. His vision, blurred by sweat, couldn’t discern the expression on the other’s face. In the past, he might have felt regretful, but now he felt nothing but relief.

Because this moment was too humiliating… Humiliating to the point where he couldn’t face the other, nor himself.