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Fortunately, the absurd events of the morning did not hinder Fang Liyu from handling company affairs. After he cleaned himself up and emerged from the bathroom, feeling satisfied and revitalized, his work efficiency increased. Even though he had wasted some time in the morning, he successfully completed his tasks by the end of the afternoon.
When Fang Liyu was focused on work, he transformed from the seductive demeanor he had while making love with Mu Yan into a calm and composed individual, sharp and capable, showing no trace of the sultry shadow that rode atop a man in heat.
Mu Yan thought rebelliously to himself that it would be nice if such a charming young master remained a secret known only to him for life.
The Fang's Residence was equipped with a fully stocked gym. After finishing his workout for the day, Mu Yan returned to his room to take a combat shower.
Alone, with his mind idle, he couldn't help but recall everything from that morning in the office: the young master's beautiful and alluring eyes, the touch of skin as white as snow, the honeyed depths that tightly enveloped him... all so vivid that it easily stirred Mu Yan's desires.
He twisted the faucet, changing the shower from warm water to cold, drenching his muscular body. He looked down at his aroused member with a sense of helplessness.
...It seemed that tonight's combat shower would not happen after all.
More than an hour later, Mu Yan finally emerged from the bathroom.
The man casually wrapped a towel around his lower body; a few strands of black hair could not hide what peeked out from beneath the towel. He had not thoroughly dried off after his cold shower and left several wet footprints on the floor. Water droplets slid down his muscular torso, pooling in the ambiguous area beneath the towel.
After releasing himself several times, feeling both mentally and physically exhausted, Mu Yan couldn't be bothered to deal with the leftover moisture; after all, he was in good shape and it wouldn't affect him. He tossed aside the covers and lay down directly.
The bedding was warm!!
Mu Yan was startled; his instincts as a bodyguard kicked in, prompting him to quickly roll off the bed while gripping a dagger hidden under his pillow. He swiftly threw back the covers—
Upon closer inspection, Mu Yan exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master? What... are you doing here?"
Fang Liyu had been secretly hiding under the covers for quite some time after waiting for Mu Yan to finish bathing. Feeling stuffy and hot, his fair face was flushed like a ripe peach. He sat up without any embarrassment about being caught on the bed and boldly declared, "Why can't I be here? This is my home; every room is my territory. You have no say in where I stay!"
"You can't drive me away. Tonight, I want to sleep with you!"
Mu Yan's tone revealed a hint of difficulty. "But, Young Master, you have your own room. Why do you want to sleep with me?"
Fang Liyu pouted and directly lay down on the bed, occupying half of the space. "I don't care! I want to sleep here!"
Seeing Mu Yan walking out, Fang Liyu quickly added, "Mu Yan! Come back, don't leave. Just sleep here."
Afraid that Mu Yan would really leave, Fang Liyu softened his tone and pleaded with him, "I promise I won't do anything inappropriate. Besides, when we were kids, we always slept together. What? Now that we've grown up, you find me annoying?"
The young man in his twenties occasionally acted like a spoiled child in front of Mu Yan. Just sharing a bed was a request that Mu Yan couldn't bear to refuse, fearing it would show disappointment and sadness on his face.
"...That was when we were kids."
With no other choice, Mu Yan went to the bathroom to change into conservative long-sleeved pajamas and long pants, ensuring he wouldn't touch the Young Master’s body before lying down under the covers. Finally, he tucked both of them in. "Alright, let's sleep."
At some point, Mu Yan developed desires for his young master.
During that rainy season, the air was sticky, and the sound of raindrops pattered outside. The open window let in damp and cold air mixed with the scent of semen from inside. Young Mu Yan sat dazed on the bed, his mind filled with the passionate expression of his young master from a recent dream, while his heart felt like it was collapsing under pain and guilt.
For a time, Mu Yan even despised himself intensely; he felt like a scoundrel and an ingrate. The Fang family had taken him in, and the young master had been so close and kind to him—like a deity descending from above to pull him back from a hopeless hell into the warmth of human life—yet he harbored filthy desires for him.
Old Master Fang was right; he truly didn't deserve his young master. He could only ever be a bodyguard.
Mu Yan recognized this clearly. This affection was a burden for both him and Fang Liyu; thus, he couldn't show even the slightest hint of it. This love should not continue to grow; it needed to be eradicated early on while still in its cradle.
The room was quiet, and the man beside him closed his eyes and did not move. Fang Liyu became bolder, and quietly rolled into Mu Yan's arms, stretched his warm little hands to Mu Yan's cold abdominal muscles, and put his calves on Mu Yan's waist. His voice became muffled because he stayed in the quilt, "Hold me, Mu Yan." The always spoiled Fang Family young master now sounded pitiful. Just this once... Under the warm orange light, Mu Yan's always cold face softened for a rare moment. He gently held Fang Liyu in his arms, just like when they were children, and said without distractions: "Go to sleep." Nestled in the broad arms, Fang Liyu smiled contentedly, "Good night, puppy." "Good night, my little young master." The faint morning light shined through the curtains, causing the man lying on the bed to move his eyelids slightly. With a good work and rest habit, Mu Yan opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep. Morning erection is something that Mu Yan experiences almost every day when he wakes up, but today seems to be different: The drowsiness has not yet been driven away by the brain, Mu Yan's big hands that were neatly placed on both sides of the body trembled, and suddenly grabbed the sheets under him - all this was because of the warmth and wetness he felt from his lower abdomen. He lifted the quilt and found that the young master, who usually didn't get up early and needed others to wake him up, woke up earlier than him today. While he was still sleeping, she quietly got into the quilt, unzipped his pajamas, and used her red little mouth to half-cover the awakened and erect penis, giving him a blowjob. Mu Yan frowned and stretched out his hand to stop him, "No, young master... it's dirty there, don't lick it..." "It's not dirty."
The ugly and scary thing was carefully wrapped by the warm mouth, and the little tongue kept poking the top skillfully... It was very comfortable... The body was also very happy. But the consciousness clearly understood that this could not happen between them. On the one hand, they were master and servant, so it was against moral ethics; on the other hand, as a lowly servant, Mu Yan had dirty thoughts about his master and had to hide them. He was afraid that if Fang Liyu continued to ignite like this, he would not be able to control himself and become more obsessed with his little master. "Master... You don't need to do this, I don't like it," he said hypocritically. The man's entire cock was soaked and shiny with Fang Liyu's saliva. Her two slender hands wrapped around the swollen and hard shaft and stroked it, kneading the two huge testicles at the bottom from time to time. Fang Liyu's face was steamed pink and rosy by the heat. She slowly spit out the giant thing in her mouth, glared up from below, and seduced people in a charming way, "Your body was clearly enjoying itself when you were sleeping, but you said no after waking up...you big liar..." "Look, I just licked it, and the love juice in the glans flowed so happily. Mu Yan's dog cock is so horny!" Mu Yan was directly attracted by the erotic scene. His huge penis became more and more engorged, and he obeyed his nature and bounced violently in Fang Liyu's hand. Seeing this, Fang Liyu chuckled, and the tip of his pink tongue flicked at the urethra, licking away the glandular fluid that overflowed again, "I scolded you, but you became more excited, you are so perverted... You said no in your mouth, do you want more here?" Fang Liyu lowered his head under Mu Yan's burning gaze, and took the erect penis in front of him into the deepest part of his mouth. He put away his teeth, and his tongue obediently attached to the shaft, licking the blue veins on it with his tender and soft tongue. His mouth sucked out a vacuum, and he moved his head up and down repeatedly, making a burst of muffled water sounds. Fang Liyu suppressed the physiological urge to vomit when his throat was pushed up, and again and again accommodated Mu Yan's big cock head into his throat, controlling the contraction of his throat to please the cock, just like the best automatic masturbation cup and cock sleeve, doing his best to squeeze the man's semen. Oh no, it feels too good... The young master is going to suck my soul out... Hold it in... "No... Young master... I... um..." The pleasure interrupted the fragmented words, making Mu Yan speechless. He could only purse his lips tightly, his abdominal muscles like chocolate bars were stretched tightly, and his chest was stuffy and unable to breathe. "Hmm!" In the end, Mu Yan still couldn't control the urge to ejaculate, and completely released it in the tight mouth and vagina of the young master.
A large amount of thick semen poured into his mouth. Fang Liyu could not swallow so much at once, and spat out the cock with a pop sound. "Wow, the slutty cock shot a lot of morning erection juice... ah, hate it, it shot on my face..." Then the white liquid shot on his face and chest, from the eyebrows, nose bridge, corners of the mouth, to the breasts and the two red cherries, all dotted and polluted by Mu Yan's semen, the semen is thick in color and strong in smell. Woo... It's all the smell of Mu Yan... The slutty pussy smells that it's going to be in heat... Smelling the masculine smell of Mu Yan all over the bed, Fang Liyu's face is red, and he silently tightens his legs in a place where Mu Yan can't see the bottom, the pink and white meat stick is straight and sticks on his lower abdomen, the flower hole between his legs has been wet for a long time, and the little mouth opens and spits out a mouthful of sweet flower juice, soaking the pure white sheets below. "Master... I'm sorry... It's all my fault that I couldn't help myself..." Mu Yan reached out his hand to wipe the dirt off Fang Liyu's face in shame. Although he still had a blank expression on his face, his movements were extremely gentle. He was afraid that Fang Liyu would suffer from lack of oxygen after staying in the quilt for too long, so he carried the young man out. Fang Liyu interrupted the man's apology. His body was covered in semen, which made him feel sticky. In addition, due to the burning desire, his body temperature was so high that his whole body was hot and he felt very uncomfortable. "Dog semen is so dirty," he commanded Mu Yan condescendingly, "Hurry up and carry me to take a shower!"
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