Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

When Luo Wei's hand touched Wei Lan at that place, Wei Lan made a noise and his entire body shook.

"Don't be scared, it's me, Wei Lan, it's me," Luo Wei continued to comfort this man who wanted to drop dead at this very moment. He knows it was embarrassing for Wei Lan, but if he didn't do this, Wei Lan would really be ruined. "Wei Lan, just relax a little, you won't be able to relieve it like this, relax."

Wei Lan forced himself to relax as much as he could. Luo Wei was very skilled at it, and normal men would have come in a second, but Wei Lan couldn't manage it through the pain, instead sweating all over from the sensation. He bit his lip hard, not daring to make any noises, breaking the skin of his lip so that it bled.

Luo Wei was also a little nervous now, and quickened his hand. Wei Lan's face looked worse and worse. Half an hour later, Luo Wei's wrist was stiff and tired, but Wei Lan still didn't manage it.

"Young, young master," Wei Lan shook as he spoke, "It's... it's fine to leave it."

Luo Wei wanted to give up too, but he watched Wei Lan's pained face and the blood on his lips. It felt as if he was looking through a portal at himself in the past.

Wei Lan let out a sigh and caught his breath as Luo Wei stopped, "Young master, I'm sorry."

Luo Wei reached behind Wei Lan's head and pulled out the towel that covered his pillow. He folded it in his hands and raised it to Wei Lan's mouth, "Bite this."

Wei Lan obeyed and bit the towel.

Luo Wei turned quickly to blow out the candle on the table then returned to bed.

In the darkness, Wei Lan only felt something soft taking him inside. The shock did away with his reluctance and he struggled hard.

"Don't move," Luo Wei's muffled voice came from the dark, he held Wei Lan down with a hand, "Listen to me."

Wei Lan couldn't listen. He kept struggling, but was fearful as he found that the more he struggled, the deeper he pushed into Luo Wei's mouth. Desire overtook him slowly, and logic abandoned him just as quickly.

Luo Wei came by the idea rather naturally. Psychologically speaking, he thought he was the dirty one, filthier than the cheapest whore in the world, so Luo Wei didn't exactly care about himself.

Wei Lan groaned, but the sound carried a certain pleasure. Sex had always been something mixed with pain and humiliation for him, but tonight, unexpectedly, he was able to find some pleasure in it too. Even the pain that hasn't gone away sparked the desire in him. Wei Lan started to move himself in Luo Wei's mouth, reaching down with his hand subconsciously to hold Luo Wei's head. Luo Wei put a little more effort into it, and quickened his pace while reaching down to press a hand against Wei Lan's chest.

"Ah!" Wei Lan swallowed a moan. If it weren't for the towel between his teeth, he would have shouted.

A sputter of something hot shot into Luo Wei's throat an indeterminate amount of time later. Luo Wei was relieved to taste blood, it meant that this was finally working.

Wei Lan's mind was empty for a moment. He felt tired, but good at the same time. It was only when Luo Wei got off the bed and lit the candle that he realized what had happened. Incredulously, Wei Lan watched Luo Wei wash his mouth out with some water. Wei Lan immediately rolled out of bed onto his knees, kneeling in front of Luo Wei.

Luo Wei quickly helped him up, showing him the bowl of water in his hand, "Look, the clot's out."

Wei Lan looked down at the water as his body trembled, "Young... Young master, you..."

"Shh!" Luo Wei held a hand to Wei Lan's mouth, "Wei Lan, you're going to have to be really loyal to me from now on, okay? Don't tell anyone about this, it's our secret, hmm?" He grinned at Wei Lan.

In the candlelight, Luo Wei's smiling face had an elegance that would drive men insensible. Wei Lan nodded, dumbly. He will be loyal to Luo Wei, not because he's a shadow guard, not because Luo Wei saved his life, but because it felt as if he'd been born just for Luo Wei.

The next day, Luo Wei's retinue went back on the road.

Luo Wei knew that there was no way the Dragon's Secret Guard didn't hear what went on last night, so he addressed them casually, "Wei Lan finally got rid of that blood clot."

The secret guards all nodded, but didn't say much else.

In the carriage, Wei Lan hid his face in the crook of his elbow, feeling as if his cheeks were burning.

TRANSLATOR'S NOTES:

W o w... : ) Wei Lan's in real deep right away. I was really nervous about translating the last two chapters because... not sure how they'll be received. Thanks everyone for the comments and continuing to support this translation <3 I got my phone problems sorted out, finally, and am going to look into registering that website now!