RAAHC CHAPTER 32 (H)

Chapter 32 (H)

The thick c*ck opened up the wet and hot passage, thicker and hotter than fingers… even with sufficient lubrication, the entrance was still stretched painfully, and the soft interior was slowly pried open. The whole process was unbearable yet oddly satisfying. He was drenched in sweat, and the friction had turned his thighs crimson, making them uncontrollably tremble. That thing was already deep inside him, but there was still a section remaining outside. He even doubted if he could swallow it entirely.

Perhaps he had been resisting for too long. Young Master Yu couldn’t help but move his hand up to his waist and pressed gently down—

“Ah—!” He felt almost pinned down in place, even having a sensation as if his insides were being pushed. Waves of pleasure followed by fear surged through him, causing his scalp to tingle, and he couldn’t regain his composure for a while.

“Ahaha…,” unconscious gasps escaped his lips. He opened his misty eyes and vaguely saw the man slightly raising himself, pushing his thick sh*ft a bit more accurately against his most sensitive spot. His lower abdomen contracted like spasms, and he instinctively grasped the other’s clothing. “Too… too deep…”

“Gege…,” Young Master Yu supported his trembling shoulders and placed his hand on the slightly protruding abdomen, trying to touch the innermost part through the belly skin. “It feels amazing…”

“Don’t… don’t say that…”

Young Master Yu leaned in, nibbling on his flushed earlobe. “But it really feels comfortable… it’s been sucking me in, tight and wet, and so hot…”

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“Gege… Gege…” Young Master Yu nibbled on the scar on his back, sucking on the new pink flesh that had grown. At the same time, he didn’t forget to fondle the protruding chest, his nails delving into the slender cleft at the top, kneading and pulling, forcing him to arch his waist and take the object within him even deeper.

The bed creaked loudly, and his trembling legs, half-kneeling, shook incessantly. He collapsed multiple times, only to be pulled back up forcefully by the man, who hooked his waist and continued the relentless pounding. His swollen b*ttocks felt like they had been pummeled beyond recognition, and his intestines seemed molded into the shape of the p*nis. Even when withdrawn, they couldn’t immediately close, leaving behind a wet and soft cavity.

His pupils had dilated, lips slightly parted, revealing a crimson tongue. Saliva uncontrollably dribbled from the corners of his mouth, mixing with the profuse sweat. He looked like he had just emerged from the water, completely soaked.

But Young Master Yu was relentless, nibbling at his sensitive earlobe from behind, coaxing him like a spoiled child. 

“Call my name… Gege…” Another deep thrust, as if his insides were being crushed, and he emitted a short sob. His limbs continued to convulse, and he slumped down in the damp mess. “Ah… Yu…”

He intermittently called out, as if a closed heart had been forcibly opened at this moment, letting out all the pent-up sorrow and emotions about his parents’ death and the downfall of his family. He closed his eyes, and the scorching liquid uncontrollably poured out, mixing with the sweat.

Perhaps because his body was trembling too abnormally, the man stopped his movements, gently kissing his back to soothe him in silence. 

Because he knew that he didn’t want anyone to see his vulnerability, especially not the person he loved the most.

In this intermittent way, he didn’t know how much time had passed. He vaguely remembered that in the end, he clung to Ah Yu and refused to let go, even as scalding s*men filled the passage.

At that moment, he told himself that it was all in the past.

The next day, when he opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky. His body had been cleaned, and he had changed into a soft robe. Apart from some soreness, there was not much discomfort. He got up and looked around, but Young Master Yu was nowhere to be seen.

If it weren’t for the dragon and phoenix candles in the candlestick burning to their end, and the “Wedding” character still hanging above, he might have thought that last night’s passionate love was nothing more than a fleeting dream… He breathed a sigh of relief, returning his wavering heart to its original place.

After putting on the new clothes hanging by the bedside, he couldn’t wait to see that person and took the initiative to move around within the courtyard. After these few days of living here, he had a good sense of the paths in this place. Combined with his light-footed agility, he could move around freely. Right now, he was crossing a high wall and suddenly saw the subordinate he had recognized earlier, carefully holding a box as he walked below. Perhaps that person was too focused on this task, and he didn’t notice the fleeting shadow above or the person silently following behind.

His initial thought was simply to follow this person, hoping to find out where A Yu might be. But unexpectedly, he kept going further, passing through the usual living quarters and arriving at a seemingly inconspicuous backyard. It appeared quiet from outside, but it was guarded covertly. However, with his agility, he effortlessly infiltrated.

The person’s face remained in his sight… He wasn’t young, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, with deep wrinkles between his brows. His serious demeanor made him feel strangely familiar, yet he couldn’t recall who he was.

Finally, when he stopped in front of a room door, he saw the other person carefully knocking a few times. It was only when the person inside spoke that he pushed the door and entered.

“Master.”

“Have you arrived?” Young Master Yu’s voice sounded, somewhat indistinct through the door. “Have you brought the items?”

“Yes… Here are the other three pieces of the treasure map. Please take a look, Master.”

The words “treasure map” struck him like thunder, and he shivered all over. He managed to steady himself, but he listened closely as the person inside said, “How can you be sure they will give the treasure map to our sect?”

This question mirrored his own doubts, so he held his breath and listened intently.

Young Master Yu chuckled softly, “Because even if they gather all four pieces of the treasure map, they can never access the treasure without the ‘sacrifice.’ Only the blood of the ‘sacrifice,’ who is immune to all poisons, can open the treasure’s door. I’ve only agreed to give them a share… Besides, this treasure map originally belonged to our sect. It’s just returning to its rightful owner now.”

The other person was momentarily taken aback. “Where is this ‘sacrifice’?”

“The ‘sacrifice’ has been prepared by me for a long time…” Young Master Yu said slowly, with an indescribable emotion in his voice, each word clear. “Zhang Gong, do you still remember the young man I asked you to provoke sixteen years ago, leading him to the cliff? I spent over a month planting a ‘seed’ in his body. However, the plan has changed now, and I…”

He couldn’t make out the rest of the words.

It felt like an ice pick had pierced through his sole and penetrated his head, freezing his entire body. He heard the sound of his teeth chattering, a deafening roar in his head, and nearly tumbled from the roof.

But he remained motionless, stiff and numb in his original posture, until the almost suffocating palpitations in his chest slowly subsided. Finally, he blinked his dry eyes.

In reality, he had experienced too much in a short period of time. He had thought that after enduring so much, he wouldn’t be hurt again. Yet, little did he know, there was often something even more ruthless lurking behind, hidden in the place he believed to be safe… That miraculous encounter sixteen years ago.

From the very beginning, there was never a beautiful encounter. It was only a meticulously planned scheme. Back then, he provoked a hunter, leading to a chase that ended with him falling off a cliff. And now, that person was in the room below, holding the treasure map that the martial world yearned for, kneeling in front of his lover from his dreams.

From start to finish, it was all his wishful thinking, him being used, deceived… Not because he was foolish, not because he lacked suspicion, but simply because he trusted that person.

That’s all.

He thought in a daze, his father’s dying oath vivid in his mind. The four words “shall not die in peace” seemed to be seared onto his back, the scorching iron branding his skin black, so hot… So painful.

He had once willingly borne this pain, with the resolve to bear the weight of the world rather than betray him… But in the end, it was just a self-inflicted joke.

But he couldn’t laugh, nor could he cry.

The tears of the past had dried up in the indulgence of last night. He had rarely let himself go, thinking he had found someone to spend a lifetime with, but now it seemed only ironic…

He raised his trembling hand and covered his face, taking a long, long breath.

Like the final breath of a dying man.

With his light-footed agility, tracking footprints was indeed too difficult. Now, he was pushing himself day and night to return to the Xie family’s estate. Passing by the foot of the mountain, he bought two jars of bamboo leaf liquor from the village’s wine shop and paid off his debts with the jade pendant at his waist.

Carrying the heavy jars of liquor up the mountain, he kicked open the half-closed gate. A strong smell of blood rushed towards him, making him cough a few times, his eyes narrowed with bloodshot veins.

The bodies in the estate had already been cleaned up, but the tragedy that had occurred here could not be erased. He watched as flies circled among the withered plants, using his foot to push aside the dense weeds, revealing partially decayed bones.

The sky was getting late, and the dim light made the silent estate seem eerily abnormal. Yet he didn’t feel afraid, after all, this place had once been his home.

Xie An had hidden the last piece of the treasure map here—right in the cell where he had died, at the sole of his raised foot, there was a secret compartment.

Xie An once said that a man shouldn’t kneel before heaven and earth. But the spot he was kneeling on was clearly empty. He knelt on the very thing that had cost him everything, watching his only kin slowly dying.

How cruel it all was— he thought, as he entered the eerie dungeon and lifted the stone tile with his fingers.

His fingernails oozed fresh blood with each movement, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction deep within.

He looked at the crimson blood, realizing that what Young Master Yu had schemed so meticulously for was nothing more than these things.

His flesh and blood, his body… but not his person, not his heart.

For a fleeting moment, he almost burst into laughter, but he suppressed it, keeping it bottled up in the sweet-scented depths of his throat.

Clutching the treasure map, he returned to the surface—back to the village where he had grown up, crossing the low wall he had often scaled as a child, treading the stone path he had walked countless times, and passing the now-dry pond to reach his own room where he had lived his entire life.

He uncorked a jug of wine, and its aroma filled the room.

He slammed the jug hard against the ground, and the shattered pieces cut his cheek. He wiped away the droplets of blood, trembling as he opened another jug, taking a sip and pouring the rest over his head.

The fiery liquid coursed through his limbs, instantly cooled by the howling night wind, making him shiver. He squinted, gazing at the wide-open door. Outside was a silent night, starless, with only a waning crescent moon.

The moon waxes and wanes, and people experience joys and sorrows, separations and reunions…

Nothing in this world is ever complete.

So, when the flames ignited, he was almost calm.

Since his flesh and blood were destined not to die peacefully, he decided to burn it all away, fulfilling the oath.

If there was a next life… he thought, if there was a next life, he wanted nothing more. He just wished to find a place with pristine mountains and clear waters, away from the entanglements of this tumultuous world.

The blazing flames devoured his robe, and he stood amidst the inferno, facing the scorching waves of heat and billowing black smoke, closing his eyes.

He had nothing left.

And in this world, there was no one willing to rush in and save him, no matter the cost.

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Translator’s note: Qin Duan’s three previous lifetimes makes me cry!!! Wahhh!!! I think this might be Wen Yushu. Huhuhuhuhu.