"Mu'er"
"Um?"
"You have violated the first rule of the family."
"..."
“Master said that if you break the family rules, you’ll be punished by the family law. Do you remember?” Long Er said, biting her ear and probing her clitoris with his fingers. Ju Mu’er hissed and gasped, too nervous to speak, only gripping his arm tightly.
Long Er breathed into her ear, feeling her body tense up in his arms. He smiled, kissed her, and gently stroked her. Ju Mu'er was obedient and compliant, not struggling at all, but the tension in her body wouldn't subside. Long Er pressed his forehead against hers and softly called her, "Mu'er."
"My lord," Ju Mu'er replied.
This address made Long Er smile; it sounded really pleasant. He called her again, "Mu'er."
"My lord," she replied again.
"Mu'er".
"..."
"Mu'er".
"..."
"Mu'er".
"Isn't this over yet?" Ju Mu'er frowned. "Husband!" she replied forcefully.
Long Er chuckled as he pressed against her, her soft, moistness making him restless. "You have such a bad temper."
She has a good temper; she is gentle and virtuous, otherwise how could she tolerate him?
Ju Mu'er was so provoked by him that she forgot her nervousness. Just as she was about to retort, she felt her legs being spread apart. Before she could react, a powerful force drilled through her, split open, and filled her.
A tearing pain pierced her senses, and she couldn't help but cry out, her body tensing as Long Er gasped. He knew that no matter what he did to her, she would retaliate. But this retaliation was too ecstatic; Long Er gritted his teeth and couldn't resist pushing himself forward until there was no gap between them anymore.
Ju Mu'er frowned, not daring to cry out again, pitifully biting her lip to endure it. Long Er didn't move again, seeing her like that, he lowered his head and bit the tip of her nose. Ju Mu'er squeezed out a "woo-woo" sound from her throat, turning her head to the side to prevent him from biting her.
Long Er was dissatisfied. He turned her face and kissed her, sucking her tongue until it hurt. Ju Mu'er broke free, took a deep breath, and said coquettishly, "Second Master, it hurts."
"It doesn't hurt, sir."
Ju Mu'er's face fell, and she said again, "Husband, it hurts."
Long Er chuckled at her expression, pecked her forehead, and pulled her into a tight embrace. They held each other close for a moment, then Long Er nibbled on her earlobe and softly asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Ju Mu'er was softened by his tenderness when she heard this question and was stunned for a moment. Then she subconsciously wondered what would happen if it still hurt, and what would happen if it didn't hurt.
But Long Er didn't give her time to think. He suddenly started moving, causing Ju Mu'er to scream. He pressed his lips against hers and said, "Whether it hurts or not, this is the result."
Ju Mu'er bit her lip, her face flushed with embarrassment, and her hands instinctively gripped the sheets beneath her. Long Er, however, took her hands and placed them on his body: "Touch me."
Ju Mu'er obediently stroked him, feeling the smooth, hot skin beneath her palm. His muscles were tense, as if containing the power of a thousand armies, just like the indescribable feeling she was experiencing as he surged through her body.
The sensation grew stronger with each passing moment, the pain piercing her body, yet spreading in a way that was both sour, numb, and spicy. With an irresistible force, he pushed her deep into her softest depths. Ju Mu'er could no longer suppress her soft moans, which sounded like both a delicate cry and a gasp.
“My husband…” she called to him, opening her arms for a hug.
Long Er leaned down and embraced her tightly. His body didn't stop, but he gently kissed her eyes. He whispered back, "Mu'er."
Ju Mu'er hugged him tightly, her hands clinging to his back as if she were grabbing a piece of driftwood in a raging torrent, letting him carry her as she rose and fell in the surging waves.
Her delicate, helpless, and completely dependent appearance deeply moved Long Er. He couldn't help but kiss her forcefully, leaving red marks on her neck and chest.
Hearing her own moans, Ju Mu'er felt both ashamed and hot. She clung to his arm, her hand touching the taut, arched muscles of Long Er's arm. Their bodies rubbed against each other, his thin layer of sweat staining her skin, and the increasingly heavy thrusts inside her made her scalp tingle.
Ryuji was satisfied with her reaction, but he was also so aroused that he completely lost control. He unleashed his full power, occasionally teasing her with heavy blows that made her cry out, and he couldn't help but smile smugly. He loved seeing her face flushed red beneath him, swaying her body to his rhythm. He loved hearing her soft moans, loved the feeling of her holding him tightly. He loved seeing his sweat stain her snow-white skin, loved the tight feeling of her clinging to him.
He blew air into her ear and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"
She let out a soft "Ah!" and was then bumped hard by him again. He must have done it on purpose. Ju Mu'er replied pitifully in a hoarse voice, "It hurts."
Long Er chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly as he rubbed against her, while his lower body relentlessly filled her with each thrust. His tone was roguish, full of teasing: "So pitiful."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Ju Mu'er bit him hard on the shoulder.
Long Er hissed and gasped in pain. "You always have to argue with me about everything, don't you?"
Ju Mu'er was panting, enduring his strength, and didn't answer.
Long Er lowered his head and kissed her forcefully, then said, "You just want to compete with me, don't you?"
Ju Mu'er pouted, and opened her mouth to bite again in a defiant manner. Just then, Long Er moved his body, and she bit his chest.
Long Er was just about to reach his climax. He had intended to hold back, but Ju Mu'er's kiss had completely ignited his senses. He took a breath and pressed himself against her forcefully. Ju Mu'er cried out, feeling him tighten his grip on her waist, his strength rapidly filling her, thrusting again and again until she felt dizzy.
"I was wrong, I was wrong..." Ju Mu'er gripped Long Er's forearm, pleading for mercy with soft moans. The unfamiliar yet intense sensation filled her, and she began to panic and feel helpless.
Long Er gritted his teeth, his entire body tense and ready to explode, unable to speak. He thought to himself, "This is the result of your own meddling." But Ju Mu'er's panicked expression pained him.
All Ju Mu'er could hear was Long Er's heavy breathing; his body was so hot it felt like it was melting her. She couldn't see his expression, nor could she hear his reply, yet her body was beyond her control. His intense and brutal reaction terrified her, and tears welled up in her eyes as she called out repeatedly, "Second Master, Second Master, please talk to me."
Long Er suddenly picked her up and held her tightly in his arms, panting heavily as he managed to say, "I'm here, I'm here."
Ju Mu'er burst into tears, clinging to his neck, feeling as if she were sitting on his lap, being tossed up and then slammed down. She couldn't describe the feeling; she just felt like she was being crushed.
Finally, the final sprint arrived, and Ju Mu'er couldn't help but scream. She felt Long Er's entire body tense up, and she heard his low growl. She was pressed tightly against him, followed by his satisfied breathing. Her mouth was open, unsure of what to say. After a long while, she finally felt him relax, so she breathed a sigh of relief, rested her head on his shoulder, and hugged him tightly.
Long Er was drenched in sweat, his heart pounding like a drum. Every inch of his body screamed with pleasure; even the most intoxicating pleasure couldn't compare. He held her tightly, reluctant to let go, his large hands caressing her skin, feeling the sweat, yet fearing she might catch a cold. So he kissed her cheek and gently placed her back on the bed.
The two of them huddled together, and he pulled the blanket up, wrapping himself and her up as one.
"Second Master." Ju Mu'er's heart was still pounding wildly, and she clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go.
"Does it still hurt?" Long Er pecked at her lips.
"It hurts." Ju Mu'er nodded honestly and nestled in his arms, not wanting to move.
Long Er held her, gently stroking her head. Seeing her comfortably squinting her eyes, he smiled. He kissed her forehead and said softly, "There's nothing I can do about the pain. You have to endure this pain for me." His smiling voice was filled with contentment and pride.
Ju Mu'er hugged him tightly, feeling pleased by his apparent joy. She had made him happy, and she felt content. A smile played on her lips, and Long Er smiled too. Then he cupped the back of her head and kissed her again.
If only she could see him. Ju Mu'er stroked Long Er's face and sighed deeply in her heart.
"If you keep touching it, you'll probably have to endure the pain again."
Ju Mu'er's hand froze. It was just touching her face. Was touching her face not allowed?
Ju Mu'er withdrew her hand and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Long Er was not satisfied. He pulled her hand over and wrapped it around his waist: "I just finished working hard and you're ignoring me? Hug me!"
Ju Mu'er remained silent and continued to pretend to be asleep.
Long Er frowned and glared at her, bit her lip, and pinched her earlobe: "Ignore me, and I'll make you suffer again."
Ju Mu'er sighed inwardly, "My lord, wouldn't it be better to rest quietly? It seems that this lord can dispel all sorrow and heaviness."
"Sir, I'm sleepy." He yawned, looking pitiful with a half-serious, half-serious expression.
"You've slept through the whole daylight. Don't you dare sleep." Her body pressed against his, skin against skin, and he felt hot again, seriously considering whether he should pamper her one more time.
"There is no clear sky in broad daylight. Everything in front of me is dark. It must be night."
"..."
"I'm asleep," she murmured, deep into sleep.
"..."
She nestled in his arms, and before long, she actually fell asleep.
Long Er gritted his teeth, suppressing his pent-up desire, holding his wife and listening to her long, soft breaths, feeling frustrated and irritable. He glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window and muttered to himself, "Sleep, huh? Fine, go ahead and sleep. Anyway, the night is long, I can wait."
49. Planning ahead and wanting to learn martial arts
Master Long and his new bride did not leave their room for three days.
On the first evening, Long Da and Long San waited with their wives at the large dining table for Long Er to eat together. After waiting for a long time without anyone coming, they sent a maid to urge him. The maid went and came back to report that the Second Master said that the Second Madam was still sleeping and that they would not be coming over, and that the First and Third Masters should eat by themselves.
The two brothers exchanged a glance and remained silent. Well, Long Er was getting on in years, and this was his first time marrying; as men, they could understand.
The next day at lunchtime, Long Er and Ju Mu'er still didn't appear. A maid returned and reported that the Second Master had asked that the wine and dishes be delivered to his room, and that he wouldn't be dining in the main hall. Long Da and Long San simultaneously raised their eyebrows, then acted as if Long Er didn't exist in the mansion, and went straight to urging their wives and children to start eating.
The next evening at dinner, the maid informed the kitchen beforehand that the Second Master and Second Madam wouldn't be at the table, and asked them to prepare food and wine separately and send them to the Second Master's room. This time, Long Da and Long San didn't mention it at all. However, Long Da's wife, An Ruochen, seemed somewhat concerned. Upon hearing the maid's answer, her face flushed slightly, and she didn't ask any further questions. Feng Wu, on the other hand, ate happily. She had just offended Long Er and was afraid he would cause her trouble. Now that she didn't have to eat in front of him and could eat more, she felt quite pleased.
But by the third day, Long Er still hadn't appeared. Feng Wu finally couldn't help but become suspicious, and she asked Long San, "Is Second Uncle trying to dispel the doubts in the community about whether he has a hidden illness?"
Long San almost spat out his food, choking on it for a long time before finally swallowing it. He pretended not to hear Feng Wu's question and got up to serve himself a bowl of soup.
At this moment, Bao'er asked, "Mother, what is a hidden illness?"
Long San froze, pretending not to hear, and sat down with his bowl. Feng Wu was racking her brains about how to answer her daughter's question when Bao'er asked again, "Mother said Second Uncle has this, does Father have it?"
Long San finally choked on a mouthful of hot soup and coughed uncontrollably. Feng Wu patted his back and replied to Bao'er, "Your father didn't, but your mother can vouch for it."
Long San had just caught his breath when he heard this reply, so he could only continue coughing.
Bao'er tilted her head, her innocent little face turning towards Long Da. Long Da's son, Long Qingsheng, who was three years older than Bao'er, also turned his gaze to his father, just like Bao'er.
Long Da was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "Bao'er, my dear, your uncle doesn't have any hidden illnesses. Your aunt can testify to that."
An Ruoqing blushed and secretly pinched Long Da hard under the table. Long Da remained expressionless and didn't even groan, but he put down his bowl. He pursed his lips, wiped his mouth and hands with a cloth, and then said to the maidservant beside him, "My wife and I will also go back to our room for dinner."
An Ruoqing's mouth dropped open in surprise, then her face turned bright red. Long Da pulled her up and was about to take her back to her room, leaving a comment on the dining table before he left: "It's not like only the second son has a wife, hmph."
The group of people stared dumbfounded as the eldest son of the Long family walked away with his wife in a show of defiance. Feng Wu's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Long San's arm, crying out, "Husband, husband, we can't lose either, let's go back to our room."
Before Long Sanqi could even sigh, Feng Wu lured him back to his room.
Only Bao'er and Qingsheng remained at the dining table. Bao'er frowned in confusion, looking around the empty table and then down at the half-eaten bowl of rice she had eaten, completely bewildered as to what had happened.
Long Qingsheng didn't quite understand what was wrong with the adults, but it was clear that he needed to step in. So he straightened his little face and said in a mature tone, "My good boy, if you finish this bowl of rice, I'll take you to see the kitten."
Upon hearing this, Bao'er's face lit up with joy, but she didn't forget to use one of her little fingers to make a request: "You have to watch it for a whole day."
"Okay." Long Qingsheng readily agreed: "You have to finish all the food that your brother put on your plate."
After the two children agreed on their terms, ate their meal, watched the kitten, and played until they were tired, the maids escorted them back to their rooms to rest.
Upon hearing this, Granny Yu and Steward Tie exclaimed, "Our young master is truly sensible." The other sighed, "Ever since the Second Master got married, the masters in the manor have all become more lively."
On the fourth day, Long Er and Ju Mu'er finally managed to distinguish between day and night. One, feeling refreshed, and the other, shy and hesitant, went out of the house together for normal activities. However, when they reached the dining table, they found that neither Long Da nor Long San were eating at the table. Asking the maid, they learned that their two masters wanted to eat inside. Long Er scoffed and said to Ju Mu'er, "Those two are an old married couple, their children are already running around, why do they have to imitate us newlyweds? What a disgrace!"
Ju Mu'er was speechless, so embarrassed she wanted to bury her face in her hands. Her second master's self-righteousness really required a certain level of thick skin.
After the meal, Long Er had no interest in official business, but he had plenty of time to take Ju Mu'er's hand and show her around the house.