MSW Chapter7

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Duan Linzhou was stunned.

 

Mu Peixuan was even more pleased to see Duan Linzhou being controlled by him. He reached out and caressed Duan Linzhou’s cheek affectionately, saying, “Does Junwang Fei not want to?”

 

“Could it be that all those words that Boss Duan said were just to coax me?”

 

Duan Linzhou’s ears were filled with the words ‘Junwang Fei’ from the young man’s mouth. This was the first time that Mu Peixuan acknowledged that he was his Junwang Fei. His adam apple moved, and his breathing seemed to be a little heavier. “…Xiao Junwang.”

 

Mu Peixuan raised his eyebrows. “Hmm?”

 

Duan Linzhou licked his lips and said slowly, “Since Your Highness has invited me so nicely, how can Duan bear to disappoint Your Highness?”

 

He said frivolous words, exerted force with his hands, turned over, and pressed Mu Peixuan under him. Just as Mu Peixuan was about to move, he let out a groan. It turned out that Duan Linzhou had grasped the thing with his hand. Duan Linzhou knelt beside Mu Peixuan, with his long hair draped over his shoulders and his head slightly lowered, trying to please Mu Peixuan’s surging desire through the cloth.

 

Mu Peixuan’s eyes showed lust, and he narrowed his eyes and stared straight at Duan Linzhou’s thin ears. Neither of them spoke. It was the first time for Duan Linzhou to directly touch another man’s genitals. What he said just now was not false. Mu Peixuan’s member was thick and ferocious, and his undergarment was thin, so the ferocity almost penetrated the fabric and burned his palms.

 

Duan Linzhou was afraid of cold and seldom sweated, but now he felt very hot, and there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

 

Suddenly, Mu Peixuan hooked Duan Linzhou’s ear. Duan Linzhou was startled and looked up at Mu Peixuan, not as relaxed as before. Mu Peixuan’s heart was burning with desire, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Is this how Boss Duan is going to perfunctorily treat me?”

 

Duan Linzhou was startled, and his neck and ears were visibly flushed. Then he slowly put his hand into Mu Peixuan’s undergarment. When his hand came into contact with the thing, both of them shuddered, and their breathing became heavier.

 

Mu Peixuan couldn’t hold back any longer, stretched out his hand to grab Duan Linzhou’s slender neck, bit his ear, and urged, “Hurry up.”

 

Duan Linzhou hummed softly, and with trembling fingers he grasped the terrifyingly sized member, pretending to be calm and laughing at Mu Peixuan, “Why is Xiao Junwang in such a hurry?”

 

Mu Peixuan said, “Didn’t Boss Duan say that? It’s normal for young people to be full of vigor and vitality.”

 

Duan Linzhou: “……”

 

This kid!

 

Mu Peixuan had gotten a taste of the satisfaction that came from silencing Duan Linzhou with words. Being a naturally sharp-minded person, it was as if a switch had been flipped within him. He rubbed his glands with his thumbs and whispered in Duan Linzhou’s ears, “Boss Duan, I heard that Zhongyong also has Xinxiang. Do you have it?”

 

This is simply a case of giving someone a taste of their own medicine.

 

No matter how degenerate and incomplete the gland is, it is still a very sensitive area. Mu Peixuan’s fingertips were covered with calluses, which made Duan Linzhou’s body weak and his cheeks red. He rubbed the wet head of the penis in revenge and said vaguely, “Won’t Your Highness know it if you have a smell?”

 

Mu Peixuan paused slightly, a drop of sweat slid across Duan Linzhou’s temples. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, the slight salty taste, mixed with a bit of refreshing taste, disappeared in a flash. That taste disappeared too quickly, and it disappeared as soon as Mu Peixuan’s tongue touched it, but it made his heart tremble, and the Xinxiang poured out at that moment.

 

Mu Peixuan’s eyes were dark, and he rubbed his lips against the corner of Duan Linzhou’s lips and kissed him in front of his wide-open eyes.

 

Mu Peixuan’s words disappeared between their lips, and he said, “Fine.”

 

Mu Peixuan and Duan Linzhou both got up late that day.

 

When Liu Guang and Qing Bi came in to help them get up, the two had already returned to normal, without any trace of the daytime debauchery. Only the lingering fragrance in the air was faintly revealed. Liu Guang was a Zhongyong and could not smell it. He just felt that his Young Master looked particularly good today, his lips were red, and his eyes, which used to be sickly, were now a little more lively.

 

Qing Bi was not as easy to fool as Liu Guang. She was a Kunze. As soon as she entered the room, she was hit on the head by the Tianqian’s Xinxiang. Her legs became weak, and her face turned red. She looked at Duan Linzhou as if she realized something.

 

She had served Mu Peixuan for a long time, so she naturally knew what Mu Peixuan’s Xinxiang smelled like.

 

But Mu Peixuan had always been self-controlled, even his Xinxiang was restrained, and it was the first time that he had exposed it like this.

 

Mu Peixuan was still a little dazed.

 

He hadn’t figured out how he and Duan Linzhou had come to that point. He was fully dressed. From the corner of his eye, he saw Duan Linzhou washing his hands. Water was flowing over his fingers with distinct knuckles. His fingertips were intertwined and, soaked in water, looked exceptionally crystal clear and beautiful.

 

Mu Peixuan’s thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the sensation of fingers and palms coated in that thick fluid, the pale fingers, the indecent substance, and the lingering musk that clung stubbornly, refusing to fade even after being wiped with a handkerchief.

 

Mu Peixuan’s ears turned red, his eyes wandered for a moment, and then drifted back to Duan Linzhou’s hand. He seemed to smell the clear plum fragrance again.

 

It was a faint wisp — so light that it only reluctantly released the barest trace when pushed to the limit. Clearly subtle and refined, yet when it melted on the tip of the tongue and slipped into the nose, it stirred people’s blood, setting it ablaze like droplets of oil falling into a roaring fire.

 

The fire started immediately.

 

It was Duan Linzhou’s Xinxiang.

 

Mu Peixuan’s stare was far too obvious. Duan Linzhou, vaguely sensing it as he rubbed his fingers together, turned his head to look back. Their eyes met squarely, and a tingle ran through Duan Linzhou’s palm, as if he were still struggling to hold something scorching and fierce, reckless and unrestrained, slamming into his hand with an aggressive momentum.

 

Duan Linzhou’s fingers curled slightly, and the tip of his tongue felt a bit hot, like it had been scorched by the Tianqian’s fiery breath. This kid talked dirty like a seasoned flirt but kissed with no technique, clumsy and rash, biting his lips and tongue until they hurt. If anything, it just proved Mu Peixuan was truly inexperienced.

 

Duan Linzhou was thoroughly amused.

 

After washing his hands, Liu Guang handed over a clean handkerchief. Duan Linzhou, right in front of Mu Peixuan, meticulously wiped each of his fingers one by one.

 

Liu Guang noticed a red patch on his palm and asked in surprise, “Young Master, what happened to your hand?”

 

Duan Linzhou glanced at Mu Peixuan with a bright smile, and Mu Peixuan’s back tensed. His gaze shifted awkwardly to that fair hand.

 

Duan Linzhou said leisurely, “It’s nothing, just got hit by a naughty thing.”

 

Liu Guang looked half puzzled, half understanding.

 

The “naughty thing,” Mu Xiao Junwang, cleared his throat.

 

Duan Linzhou gave a half-smile and said, “Isn’t today a workday? Shouldn’t Your Highness be checking in at the garrison?”

 

How could Mu Peixuan not catch the meaning behind his words? He rubbed the tip of his nose and replied, “There’s nothing urgent at the garrison. Being a bit late isn’t a big deal.”

 

Duan Linzhou let out an “Oh,” with a teasing lilt at the end. Just looking at his playful expression made Mu Peixuan’s teeth itch with irritation, but then the image of Duan Linzhou, breathless from his kisses and flushed at the corners of his eyes, flashed before his eyes. His heart wavered ever so slightly.

 

Mu Peixuan was in an excellent mood.

 

As he was about to head out, Mu Peixuan suddenly remembered something and instructed Fen Mo to bring the steward of his courtyard over. The steward had served under his father, Old Marquis Annan, for many years and had always been reliable.

 

Mu Peixuan directly ordered the steward to send a copy of his courtyard’s account books to Duan Linzhou.

 

He was already a prince, with a fief of a thousand households. He owned estates and shops in both the capital and Ruizhou, independent of Marquis Annan Mansion.

 

The steward was momentarily stunned but didn’t ask further, simply responding with a prompt acknowledgment.