Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Explicit chapter. Contains R18 scenes (sexual scenes, coarse language)

This is a sentence that Song Zi Xiao would never have said when he was sober, but at this moment, it poured out unguardedly with emotion, just like the rain is about to fall in the cloudy sky and the fruit is about to fall onto the ground when ripe. It is a pure expression of true feelings flowing out without any pretense.

It was because of this that Song Zi Heng’s ears hurt extraordinarily upon hearing. His heart felt like it was carrying ten thousand pounds in a flash, almost being crushed to pieces.

He had always avoided thinking about what Song Zi Xiao really considered him to be in his heart. What Song Zi Xiao had done to him could not be interpreted by the word “hate”. Other than pain and hatred, there was also a strong dependence and demand. After all, they had been the closest people in the world once. Both of them wanted to dig out the shadow of the person they had been when they were young from each other, and they had both relied on this little thought to support themselves for ten years.

Song Zi Xiao did not kill him, or perhaps it could be said that he cared about brotherly love, but brothers do not do such things to each other. Song Zi Xiao already had lewd thoughts of him when he was a teenager, and if everything that happened afterward had not happened, Song Zi Xiao would still have said this to him.

In fact, he saw it. The same twisted love that could not be expressed under the twisted hatred of Song Zi Xiao.

But it’s too hard to change anything between them. Neither could forgive the other, and it was destined to be an unresolved situation.

Song Zi Xiao had not realized what he had said yet. He only clung to the person tightly in his arms by instinct, half asleep and half awake, intoxicated by the faint scent of orchids, licking his lips and calling out “big brother” as if he had returned to the best of times.

Song Zi Heng lowered his head and looked at the slightly drunken Demon Supreme, who had actually become a little more docile, like a beast that had been exhausted after a full meal and was not a threat for now.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand, gently pushed aside the hair on Song Zi Xiao’s forehead and examined this beautiful face. If only this man could remain this quiet, not having to open these malicious eyes, not having to open these mean lips, lying in his arms obediently, and be his younger brother.

—

In the middle of the night, Song Zi Heng was shaken awake.

He opened his eyes and looked blankly at Song Zi Xiao. The two of them had surprisingly fallen asleep right on the couch in the main hall. No one dared to disturb them, so they slept until the stars and moon were in the sky.

“It’s snowing. There’s a lot of snow.” A faint smile hung on Song Zi Xiao’s lips, “Let’s go and enjoy the snow.” He tugged his big brother up, and the two of them held hands as they made their way out of the palace.

The mountains were indeed covered in snow, with irregular layers of mountain peaks as the background. The snow was fluttering like little spirits of light that were shimmering in the ink-colored night sky, falling from the heavens to the mortal world. The snow was so heavy, but there was no wind, so it seemed particularly quiet.

Song Zi Xiao wrapped his arms around his big brother’s waist and flew up to the roof of the palace in one leap. The two of them sat on the ridges of the eaves and admired this snow scenery at night.

“It’s so beautiful.” Song Zi Xiao exclaimed, “Did I see such beautiful snow when I was a child? I can’t even remember.”

“You did. We came every year.” Song Zi Heng looked at the picturesque beauty, but couldn’t appreciate a single bit of it. Whenever it snowed, he always remembered how he had fought a group of elders and high-ranking cultivators until he was exhausted in order to escape from Song Ming He’s subordinates, and how he simply did not have the energy to defend with his sword or the cold, and could only use one pair of feet to step across the boundless snow plain of Kunlun.

The cold was like millions of needles sticking into the marrow of his bones, like a knife lacerating his flesh. Even his soul was trembling and screaming.

Finally, he collapsed in the snow, waiting to die from his wounds, the cold, and hunger. But just as he was running out of oil*, he accidentally achieved the eighth Chongtian of the Zongxuan Sword.

Although it was a blessing in disguise, since then he has become even more afraid of the cold. That blanket of miserable white only reminds him of the infinite approach of death.

“I remember that one year the snow was particularly heavy and the wind was particularly strong, even one could barely stand up. It was impossible to enjoy the snow, was it?”

Song Zi Heng froze as he couldn’t help but remember the past, “Yes, that should have been the coldest year in Daming. You were about the same age as Zhong Ming at the time, and when you stepped in the snow with one foot, it reached your knees.” It was the first time, after all these years, that he had thought of snow and all he could link together were good memories.

“Did it really snow that much in Daming?”

“Yeah, as far as I can remember, it was only that year.” Song Zi Heng looked into the long distance, “You were small. Not only could you not walk in the snow, but you also swayed by the blowing wind. I wanted to hug you, yet you were defiant and insist on showing off your sword flying skills to me.”

Song Zi Xiao snickered, “Sword flying? I think I have a bit of impression.”

“Of course, you fell in the end. Luckily the snow was thick and the fall didn’t hurt you.” The corners of Song Zi Heng’s lips tinged with a smile, and his gaze unconsciously became gentle, “You grew up with a character that is not willing to show weakness.” It was as if everything became clear at once now. He thought he would never be able to enjoy snow again in his life, but at this moment he remembered many memories of his youth related to snow.

“I just don’t like to lose to anyone.” Song Zi Xiao paused and added, “But I can lose to you.”

The two of them could not help but look at each other, as if suddenly waking up from a dream. Both of them caught a hint of panic in each other’s eyes that they could not hide in time.

Remembering the past together just now was the most peaceful moment they had since their reunion, so warm that it made their hearts sour.

Just as they both felt at a loss for words, Song Zi Heng sneezed.

Song Zi Xiao propped up his own leather cloak, covered his big brother, and embraced him into his arms, “You’re still so afraid of the cold.”

“It’s natural to be cold without spiritual protection.” Song Zi Heng used a flat tone to suppress his stirring heart chambers. It turned out that remembering beautiful scenes related to snow helped him fight his fear of snow. He even felt less cold now.

“You have me. I won’t let you get cold.” Song Zi Xiao injected his spiritual energy into his big brother, “I remember you were always afraid of the cold last time and always wrapped up thickly once winter came.”

“Hmm.”

“And after autumn you only drank hot water, and you will still scold me if I drank cold water.”

“When the weather is cold, drinking cold water is naturally bad for your body.”

“When the weather is cold, I like to sleep with you.” Song Zi Xiao gave a wicked smile, “I always like to sleep with you.”

“……”

Song Zi Xiao lowered his head, found his big brother’s lips, and kissed them gently.

The four pieces of cold lips were warmed up at the same time when they were pressed together. As the kiss deepened, they were even hot enough to melt.

Song Zi Xiao seemed to like kissing a lot. Sometimes he tormented his big brother so hard that he couldn’t do it for days, but he still wants to hold his big brother and kiss him several times every day. Even if it was a forced, false intimacy, after a few times, it seemed to become a real, warm intimacy.

Song Zi Xiao took his big brother’s hand and tucked it in his arms, rubbing it gently: “Still cold?”

Song Zi Heng shook his head. He knew he shouldn’t, but he didn’t resist such warmth; no matter how cold it was, if he held someone close like this, it would also warm him up.

When he had collapsed on the snowy plains of Kunlun, helplessly waiting for death, he wished so badly that someone could hold him and warm his frozen body. He thought about his mother and Xiao Jiu before, but in the end, he thought only of Xiao Jiu, because that was the only person who had never failed him.

A man, no matter what despair he went through, as long as there was still someone in his heart who cared for each other, there will be a fire, a light.

But he had lost that person completely.

—

When Song Zi Heng was pinned down on the couch and gazed into the eyes of a pair of lustful pupils, he knew it would be another long and endless night.

The charcoal fire in the room was exuberant, which was extremely warm, but Song Zi Heng still clutched at his clothes as if he was afraid of the cold, yet could not stop them from being removed by Song Zi Xiao.

Song Zi Xiao dragged his big brother’s body out of the scattered clothes, and his scattered kisses fell on the white, warm skin, sometimes nibbling to leave light teeth marks, or sucking to make bruised red marks.

Song Zi Heng instinctively tried to retreat, but was pressed by the weight of Song Zi Xiao’s entire body, no longer squeezing and rubbing with just four petals of lips, but also two hot chests and the gradually hot and hard private parts.

Song Zi Xiao gently raised his waist, using that bulge to press against Song Zi Heng’s lower half: “Big brother, I’m so hard over here, do you feel it?”

“Huuu…” Song Zi Heng was panting heavily, trying to replenish the air that was robbed by Song Zi Xiao’s kiss. He couldn’t move, and could only let that big and hard, wicked stick rub him until a reaction occurred.

Song Zi Xiao used his knees to open up Song Zi Heng’s thighs, forcing him to spread his legs widely. His big hands massaged his big brother’s fat and smooth butt, causing him to cede the dominance of his body step by step.

Song Zi Heng shook his head, still shrinking futilely into the bed. These few months, Song Zi Xiao had been demanding him uncontrollably almost every night, and their body fluids have been sprinkled everywhere in Wuji Palace. It was as if his only use for Song Zi Xiao was to be wantonly played with over and over again, as if his body no longer belonged to him. He could not climb out of the whirlpool of desire. He was afraid to face the scandal of his own submission to lust.

But Song Zi Xiao will not let him go. He only wants to drag him down with him.

He had nowhere to hide, and was dragged back by Song Zi Xiao. He licked his lips, and his lust-soaked pupils looked even eviler: “If you dodge again, I’ll tie you up.”

“No.” Panic flashed across Song Zi Heng’s eyes. He was already scared by Song Zi Xiao’s endless patterns, as if there was a heavenly pleasure in playing with his own body.

“If you don’t want to be tied up, you have to be obedient.” Song Zi Xiao lowered his head, nibbled gently on the tip of his big brother’s nose as if punishing him, and ordered, “Lie over there, and lift your butt up.”

“Scram!” Song Zi Heng pushed his head away.

Instead, Song Zi Xiao kissed him lightly on the cheek and warmly said a terrifying sentence, “After getting fucked by me all this time, why hasn’t big brother learned to be obedient?”

Song Zi Heng had already learned enough about what would happen to him if he resisted. He gritted his teeth and slowly turned around. With humiliation, he laid over there with his four limbs bent.

Song Zi Xiao’s eyes narrowed slightly as his big brother’s narrow waist collapsed on the couch, while his round, raised buttocks puckered slightly, presenting an extremely seductive curve. His body was lean yet well-built and his snow-white flesh undulating like small hills of muscles, like a carefully carved jade, making one’s blood boil.

Song Zi Xiao reached out his hand and slowly slid his fingertips down the spine, straight to his tailbone, and his big brother’s body shivered along the way. That hand paused, as if purposely extending the duration of this kind of torture, slowly inserting into the butt crevice, erotically stroking gently.

Song Zi Heng’s face was hot, even the roots of his ears were red. His eyes closed tightly and his eyelashes were swishing. He could not see, but he could feel more clearly how that hand was doing evil.

The cooling lubricant was sent into the tunnel by the fingertip, which was quickly melted by the warmth of the intestinal walls. Song Zi Xiao inserted more fingers, stirring and opening that tight meaty hole. The sound of sticky wetness came from inside the tunnel.

Song Zi Heng’s lips were closed tight. His jawline tensed and his Adam’s apple was rolling non-stop, as if tolerating unbearable torture. When Song Zi Xiao’s fingers started to go in and out quickly, he finally couldn’t restrain and moved his waist and butt, trying to avoid this kind of play.

But one powerful hand pressed on his waist.

“Feeling uncomfortable? Or big brother doesn’t like finger, and only likes my baby?” Song Zi Xiao bent his joint, brushing across that sensitive point intentionally or otherwise, making Song Zi Heng tremble uncontrollably.

“Mm…Ahh…” Song Zi Heng bit his lips, afraid of letting out his moans, but his member was already standing up high, which has no place to hide at all.

Song Zi Xiao pulled out his fingers and laughed lowly: “It’s wet enough. Big brother, come sit on it yourself.”

Song Zi Heng was trembling while looking at Song Zi Xiao’s standing giant, unable to imagine how his body swallowed this kind of thing again and again. His face turned white from red.

“Come ah.” Song Zi Xiao pulled him over and kissed him intimately, “I want to see big brother push my baby in.”

Song Zi Heng gritted his teeth, straddled on top of Song Zi Xiao, and tried his best to spread his two legs. He grabbed that hot and hard meat stick with one hand and sat down on it with Song Zi Xiao’s scorching hot gaze staring at him.

Song Zi Heng’s legs became weak when that big meat head just inserted into the meaty hole. His body kept trembling, and he could only cling onto Song Zi Xiao’s shoulder, bracing himself while slowly swallowing up that thick and long meat blade.

“Big brother…” With the tight meaty hole wrapping around his member layer upon layer, pleasure surged, and Song Zi Xiao couldn’t help and let out a comfortable sigh.

Song Zi Heng was panting heavily. His two legs were so weak as if they couldn’t support his body.

Song Zi Xiao’s endurance has already reached its limits. He moved his waist, letting that meat blade bumps deeply inside.

“Ahhh…”

Song Zi Xiao buried his face in his big brother’s neck, lightly biting his Adam’s apple: “Big brother, move a bit. You bit me too tightly.”

Song Zi Heng unconsciously shook his head. He slightly moved his limbs, and a terrifying numbness came. His toes curled up helplessly, leaning on Song Zi Xiao’s body and dare not to move.

Yet Song Zi Xiao doesn’t want to wait anymore. He fixed his waist and thrust up fiercely. His thick and hard member almost pressing against his big brother’s heart of the hole, which cannot go in any deeper and stronger.

The pleasure was insane, peevish, and continuous.

Song Zi Heng was being thrust until his whole body was shaking, as if the blood in his body is going to boil. He didn’t hesitate to bite the back of his hand, preventing himself from letting out an embarrassing sound.

Big brother’s black hair was hanging loosely on the porcelain white chest. The two nipples in front of his chest were in a tender and lovely pink color, which made Song Zi Xiao’s eyes turned red. He opened his mouth and contain that small meat ball, sucking it as if drinking milk.

Song Zi Heng let out a painful whimper. He futilely refused by pushing Song Zi Xiao’s shoulders, wanting to free himself from this lustful torture, but he had nowhere to escape, as if his body was fixed onto that meat blade.

Song Zi Xiao sat up and pressed Song Zi Heng down on the couch, grabbing and separating his two legs to the widest, and used his most familiar position to thrust fiercely.

The meaty hole, which was already soft and wet from being fucked, had been completely opened. The friction against the meaty tunnel set off a thrill like a boiling sea and shaking mountains. Song Zi Heng finally couldn’t control and called out: “No…no…slow down…ahhh…”

Song Zi Xiao was

feeling so pleasurable that his scalp went numb. As if he was poisoned, he

instinctively fucked even faster and heavier to obtain an even more

intense pleasure.

Song Zi Heng was being fucked until his whole body went weak, sinking in the messy bedding, dispersing like an orchid in the rainstorm, trembling and moaning helplessly.

When his conscious was in a daze, he begged, but Song Zi Xiao will never stop because of this.

While Song Zi Xiao was in the extreme pleasure and thrill, a sentence of desire, which was buried in his heart for a long time, blurted out: “Big brother, call me Xiao Jiu.”

Song Zi Heng was as if splashed with cold water, and his body suddenly froze.

“Call me Xiao Jiu.” Song Zi Xiao fiercely thrust in twice.

“Ahhh—–” Song Zi Heng said with a hoarse voice, “No, no…”

“Call, call me Xiao Jiu, and I will let you go.”

“No…” Song Zi Heng kept shaking his head, “You, you are not…” How could he hear this name during this filthy sex? No, no, he doesn’t want to hear this name.

Song Zi Xiao pulled out his knife blade, flipped his big brother over, and viciously penetrated in from behind again. Almost not giving him a chance to breathe, he started thrusting with force again.

“Ahh…No…no…” Song Zi Heng’s both hands were tightly grabbing onto the bedding, his joints turning white due to overuse of force.

“Call ah!” Song Zi Xiao said in a trembling voice, “Call me Xiao Jiu. I want to hear, big brother, call me Xiao Jiu.”

“No, you are not…” Song Zi Heng’s body kept moving forward from being pierced. With all his might, he clenched the blanket tightly and crawled forward with his knees.

But in the next instant, he was being dragged back by the waist by Song Zi Xiao, and the thick and hard meat stick penetrated all the way in.

Song Zi Heng screamed once, and finally cried out: “You are not…are not Xiao Jiu…Wuuu…No…”

“Call me Xiao

Jiu, or else I will fuck you to death!” Song Zi Xiao was like a demon who

killed until his eyes turned red, and thrust violently and fiercely, as if he cannot free himself from

the pain if he didn’t hear the call that he craved so much that he even dreamt

about it.

So, he will also not let the person beneath him be free.

Song Zi Heng bit his lips tightly. He was so tormented by this crazy and long lust that he was on the verge of fainting, but the remnant of his consciousness made him unable to call out that name from the beginning till the end.

That was the last Pure Land* in his heart.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear Song Zi Xiao’s hoarse and choking voice, pleading beside his ears: “Big brother, I’m Xiao Jiu ah.”

running out

of oil*[油尽灯枯]—

It means that the lamp oil has boiled dry and the fire has gone out. It is a

metaphor for a life ending soon.

Pure Land*[净土]—clean and unpolluted place