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Mu Peixuan’s rut arrived unexpectedly. The moment he finished speaking, Duan Linzhou was stunned. As a Zhongyong, he naturally didn’t experience heat.
For Tianqian and Kunze, the heat cycle signified mating and procreation. The duration of a heat cycle could range from five days to as long as seven or eight days. During this time, Tianqian and Kunze would often lose their rationality and become completely different from their usual selves. A Kunze’s heat cycle could be estimated, usually occurring about a month after their love mark disappeared and marked their first heat cycle. Tianqian, however, was different. Without Xinxiang suppressants or other stimulants, they rarely entered rut under normal circumstances.
Whether Kunze or Tianqian, once in their heat cycle, the most suitable course was naturally to follow their instincts and pass the heat cycle through mating. Some also relied on medication to forcibly endure it. However, the heat cycle was an innate part of them. Once endured, there would be a second time, perhaps even more intense.
Tianqian were born superior, and a Tianqian being in rut was the most dangerous and also the most vulnerable. Even the weakest Tianqian would exhibit unusual aggression during their rut. Some had likened a Tianqian being in rut to a beast in heat, with their minds filled with copulation and offspring, which wasn’t entirely unreasonable.
Similarly, no matter how calm and intelligent a Tianqian was, they would lose self-control once in their rut.
In that instant, various things related to a Tianqian’s rut flashed through Duan Linzhou’s mind. But looking at Mu Peixuan’s slightly reddened eyes, all the appropriate coping strategies vanished without a trace. He whispered, “Why would you suddenly enter your rut out of nowhere?”
Mu Peixuan stared at Duan Linzhou’s opening and closing lips, the redness of his tongue faintly visible. His neck was also white, flushed red by the rising hot water. Every inch of his skin that entered Mu Peixuan’s sight seemed to exude an unspeakable fragrance, making Mu Peixuan’s mouth dry and his urge to fiercely grasp and bite down to relieve the craving almost unbearable. After a long while, he restrained himself, closing his eyes briefly, his breath hot as he said, “I don’t know.”
It was truly inexplicable.
Every muscle and bone in Mu Peixuan’s body tensed. Holding Duan Linzhou, he stood up abruptly from the bathtub with a splash, stepping out and saying in a hoarse voice, “You can’t stay with me.”
Duan Linzhou subconsciously hooked his arms around Mu Peixuan’s neck. Hearing this, he didn’t speak until Mu Peixuan used a clean cloth to dry his body. When Mu Peixuan stood up to put on clothes, Duan Linzhou suddenly grabbed his arm and said, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Mu Peixuan paused and said, “I’ll have Mu Ke come over. He has a way to suppress the rut.”
Duan Linzhou said, “What about next time after this passes?”
Mu Peixuan stared at Duan Linzhou’s slender arm, his teeth itching. He didn’t dare to look any longer and forcibly shifted his gaze, saying vaguely, “We’ll talk about next time…” Before he could finish speaking, Duan Linzhou pulled him down, and soft lips pressed against his. Leaning against the young man’s strong, hot chest, Duan Linzhou’s voice was low and husky, as if it could bewitch, “I won’t find a kunze for you.”
Even though he had jokingly suggested finding a Kunze for Mu Peixuan before, today, he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else being near Mu Peixuan.
Duan Linzhou wrapped his legs around Mu Peixuan’s waist, his fingers, warmed by the bathwater, touching the Tianqian’s gland at the back of his neck. Noticing Mu Peixuan’s sudden tension, he smiled slightly and said, “Don’t you want to try with me?”
Mu Peixuan’s breathing became rapid and heavy. He gripped Duan Linzhou’s hand tightly, saying with difficulty, “…You can’t handle it.”
“I can,” Duan Linzhou replied without hesitation. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Mu Peixuan’s and whispered, “Or do you want someone else?”
Mu Peixuan stared at Duan Linzhou and said, “I don’t want anyone else, and there is no one else either.”
Duan Linzhou smiled contentedly, his eyes looking at Mu Peixuan with indulgence and pleasure. He lay on the bed and said, “I’m yours.”
His voice held a dangerous allure and a reckless madness. He pressed his feet against Mu Peixuan’s hips, looking at the fully erect and engorged member beneath the young man’s waist, and said with a lingering, wanton air, “Let me see what’s so remarkable about a tianqian in rut.”
“Sweetheart, don’t hold back.”
Mu Peixuan’s eyes instantly turned even redder.
A Tianqian in rut couldn’t withstand teasing. Desire blazed like wildfire, casting aside all usual restraint and patience, turning them impatient and rough. In their previous intimacies, no matter how much Mu Peixuan desired him, he would always ensure Duan Linzhou was thoroughly softened and wet before entering. But this time, he couldn’t hold back any longer. After a few hurried thrusts, he replaced them with his hard, aching member, pushing it in forcefully. Duan Linzhou wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but it felt as if the Tianqian’s appendage had grown larger. The thick, menacing thing seemed intent on tearing him apart. Barely inserted, Duan Linzhou’s eyes welled up, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
