The Sickly Beauty Substitute Called It Quits

Chapter 122

05/07/23- edited

In the twinkling of an eye, flames leapt up in Shang Jun's eyes. He walked in, locked the door without a sound, and walked towards Shen Yu.

The young man who had just taken a bath simply draped a piece of clothing over himself, exposing a large area of snow-white skin, which was dazzling against the red clothing.

Drops of water fell from his hair and soaked into his clothes, leaving a wet mark.

In the candlelight, the youth's temperament was like that of a demon, and his lazy appearance was even more enchanting.

This kind of appearance of a lover could only be looked at but not touched, which was indeed a sweet punishment.

To avoid frightening the person, Shang Jun restrained the burning desire in his eyes and approached the young man step by step.

"How does Ah Yu plan to punish me?" After approaching, Shang Jun subconsciously reached out to hold the young man in his arms.

Shen Yu put a hand on Shang Jun's chest.

Shang Jun stopped in his tracks and looked at Shen Yu in confusion. "Ah Yu?"

There was an unmistakable heat in his gaze, inch by inch, sliding over the skin on Shen Yu's body as if there were invisible hands caressing him.

Shen Yu gradually blushed.

"Since it's a punishment, His Majesty should naturally listen to me." Shen Yu felt a bit hoarse in his throat and cleared it.

"Okay, I'll listen to Ah Yu." His words were courteous, but his gaze was still audacious.

"The first thing His Majesty needs to do," Shen Yu glanced at the arm around his waist, "is to let go of me and take a step back."

Shang Jun complied, a tinge of regret flashing in his eyes.

Satisfied with his obedience, Shen Yu turned and walked towards the inner room. "Your Majesty, come along."

Hearing the footsteps not far behind, Shen Yu's mood improved and he curled his lips.

Entering the inner room, the heat became even more apparent. Shang Jun's gaze wandered around until he found the source of the heat behind a folding screen.

It was a huge bathtub.

The steam rose from the bathtub and spread in all directions, filling the entire space.

Shen Yu didn't stop, walking straight towards the bathtub. When he got close, he turned his head and issued an invitation, "Your Majesty, would you like to join me?"

The red robe slipped off the shoulder as Shang Junlin's icy gaze settled on it, unable to move away for a long time.

His throat rolled violently as he walked over, his voice hoarse and low: "I shall attend to Ah Yu's bath."

The red garment slipped completely off.

Shen Yu didn't have time to react before Shang Junlin picked him up by the waist and gently lowered him into the water.

Looking up at Shang Junlin, Shen Yu saw the suppressed emotions churning in the man's narrow phoenix eyes. In those eyes, he saw only himself, and nothing else.

A fair arm emerged from the water and hooked around the man's neck. Shen Yu lightly exhaled a breath and said, "Your Majesty, do you like it?"

"I do," Shang Junlin replied, stroking the youth's back. His sleeve disappeared into the water, the only black spot in the pool of blue.

Ice-cold skin and snow-white bones.

Shang Junlin had always known that Shen Yu was beautiful, but at this moment, the youth was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off him. Apart from the youth, there was nothing else in his eyes or his heart.

He wanted to leave his mark on the youth's snow-like skin, he wanted the red plum blossoms to slowly bloom on this snow, he wanted the youth to be completely covered in his traces...

He wanted to possess the youth completely.

"Ah Yu..." Shang Junlin's voice became even hoarser, with an irresistible desire. He closed his eyes, not wanting to frighten the youth with the emotions in his eyes.

With the man's hand supporting his back, Shen Yu freed one hand and slid it down the man's clothes until it rested on the waistband.

"Your Majesty, your clothes are wet," Shen Yu said, looking up and exposing his gracefully curved neck.

Shang Junlin was still wearing the imperial crown that signified his status as an emperor. His hair was neatly tied behind his head, but Shen Yu's hair was spread out, with water droplets sliding down his shoulder and disappearing into the water.

Shen Yu's fingers moved slightly, and the waistband came undone.

"Didn't His Majesty say he would attend to me?"

As the steam rose, the snow-white skin turned pink, and all over his body, except for his lips, which were as red as ripe fruit.

Shang Junlin's throat tightened as he watched, his eyes growing darker as he felt the changes in his body caused by the young man's movements.

He indulged the fire in his heart, allowing it to spread and consume everything in its path.

"I will make Ah Yu satisfied," Shang Junlin said slowly, raising his other hand.

As his outer robe fell away, revealing his inner garment, his gaze never left Shen Yu's body, as if he were trying to ignite the flames within the young man.

Shen Yu did not avoid his gaze, leaning against the edge of the bathtub, calmly watching Shang Junlin perform.

As the last piece of clothing fell away, Shen Yu's eyes flickered, and before he could react, the man had already sat down in the tub, causing waves to ripple across the water's surface.

True to his word, Shang Junlin carefully washed every inch of Shen Yu's body, not missing a single spot.

Gasping for air, Shen Yu grabbed onto the edge of the tub and said, "I didn't ask you to wash me like this..."

The warm water flowed into the gap, and Shen Yu's fingers tightened.

The snow-white skin was now even more vibrant than before, covered in red plum blossoms that bloomed with the ripples of the water, creating a breathtaking sight.

"Ah Yu said to let me take care of your bath," Shang Junlin chuckled lowly. "I should do my best to satisfy Ah Yu."

"I only asked you to do what you should do, not what you shouldn't!" Shen Yu vented his anger by biting the man's shoulder.

Shang Junlin's movements continued, and soon Shen Yu became limp, falling into the man's embrace and allowing him to do as he pleased.

As more and more red plum blossoms bloomed on the snow, the sound of low sobbing occasionally mixed in with the sound of water, stirring the heartstrings.

After a while, Shang Junlin lifted the limp Shen Yu out of the water and wrapped him in a cloak before heading toward the bed.

"You bastard..." Shen Yu shrank in his embrace, his voice trembling.

"Ah Yu, if you don't prepare in advance, you won't be able to handle it later." Shang Junlin's tone was gentle, but his eyes hid a storm.

He wanted to truly possess this person.

Shang Junlin had been thinking about this for more than a day or two. Ordinary contact no longer satisfied him. He wanted a deeper level of possession of Shen Yu.

Shen Yu lay on the bed, his face upturned and one arm resting on his forehead. The crimson color spread down his neck and disappeared into the covers.

Shang Junlin leaned over him, gazing intently.

"Ah Yu," he gently brushed aside the hair on Shen Yu's cheek. Shang Junlin's voice was as smooth as strong liquor. "I want you."

Shen Yu moved his arm and stared at him without blinking. "If I say no, His Majesty won't continue?"

Shang Junlin fell silent.

It was clear that he would not back down once he had made up his mind.

Shen Yu didn't really want to refuse. He had already prepared himself to accept Shang Junlin when he first agreed. Although that time, Shang Junlin stopped because of him.

To be honest, Shen Yu was quite surprised at the time, not to mention that there were many times later when Shang Junlin stopped whenever he frowned, never going too far.

This kind of restraint was truly rare for an emperor.

However, Shen Yu also had some resistance to this. He was not resisting Shang Junlin, otherwise he would not let him harass him every time. He just felt that he could not bear it.

Shang Junlin had too much energy.

Lost in thought, Shang Junlin had already leaned down and kissed him gently, starting from his forehead, then his eyes, his nose...all the way down until he captured Shen Yu's lips and tasted him carefully.

Shen Yu couldn't help but hold him tightly, indulging in this unusual tenderness.

"Um..."

Suddenly, a muffled groan escaped from Shen Yu's throat. The crimson color faded from his face at a visible speed, and his brow furrowed with pain.

There was no warning from Shang Junlin's action.

Shen Yu tightly grabbed onto something below him. Shang Junlin released his lips. The painful groan finally escaped.

"It hurts too much." 

This is Shen Yu's only feeling right now.

Shen Yu just wants to curl up in pain, but under the man's restraint, he can only force himself to stretch out.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, but they were soon gently kissed away by the man.

"Ah Yu, I'm pleased with you." Shang Junlin kissed Shen Yu's ear and whispered in a low voice that was as gentle as it was forceful and irrefutable.

The storm swept in, carrying Shen Yu into the eye of the storm.

Up and down.

As the dawn broke, a young man's voice with a hint of tears rang out from the tent: "I'm sleepy..."

A snow-white wrist extended from behind the red curtain, and soon it was pulled back by another hand.

"If you're tired, go to sleep." The man's voice was full of satisfaction.

Shen Yu didn't know when he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, it was already noon. When he moved his body, he took a sharp breath.

There was no part of his body that wasn't in pain.

Shen Yu lay back down weakly.

The bed curtain was opened, and the man in imperial robe carried hot porridge in and said, "Ah Yu, are you awake?"

Shen Yu turned his face away and didn't want to look at the culprit who had caused him so much discomfort.

Shang Junlin, who was full of food and drink, didn't mind Shen Yu's little temper and placed the porridge on the table aside. "Are you hungry, Ah Yu?"

"No..." Shen Yu suddenly closed his mouth. It was hard to imagine that such a hoarse voice could come from him.

Shang Junlin sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Shen Yu out. "Drink some water first."

The water brought to his lips was sweet. Shen Yu's throat was uncomfortable and thirsty. He drank a cup with Shang Junlin's help before feeling a little relieved.

"Yesterday, His Majesty didn't seem to be receiving punishment, but rather a reward." Shen Yu looked at him angrily.

"I couldn't control myself." Shang Junlin kissed Shen Yu's forehead. If he could do it over again, he still wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Have some porridge first." Shang Junlin brought over the porridge, blew it cool, and then fed it to Shen Yu.

Shen Yu didn't want to move a single finger. He had been exhausted all night and was indeed hungry. He obediently ate a bowl of porridge and finally regained some strength.

Wearing his nightgown, Shen Yu moved and opened his collar, revealing some scattered marks.

Shang Junlin lowered his eyes, hiding the thick ink color in his eyes. All these marks were left by him bit by bit last night, and he knew better than anyone else how many more marks like these there were on the young man's body that couldn't be seen.

Sensing a danger, Shen Yu moved away. He didn't want to experience last night's ordeal again.

He was still uncomfortable now, especially in a certain area, where the foreign object sensation was lingering and couldn't be ignored.

Shen Yu was weak, and he hadn't moved much before the man caught him back."

Translator's note:

Although it is subtle and has a slightly censored scene, I am kinda disappointed there is no explicit smut. ToT

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