Lord of End of World

Warning: Mature Content

Seeing Gong Xiangyi’s movements, everyone was shocked, especially Jin Shangyu whose eyes almost fell off. She always thought that Lin Wenbo loved Gong Lixin, but why is he hugging Gong Lixin’s sister then? This really was a family drama!

Thinking of that, she turned to look at the teenager.

Gong Lixin had a strong sense of territory, like a beast. Nobody was allowed to touch anyone that was his. Lin Wenbo and Song Haoran were two people with that most special status. But Gong Xiangyi had already thrown herself into Lin Wenbo’s arms and it was impossible to move her! Seeing the scene of the two hugging each other, he was taken aback at first. When he recovered, his eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to push Gong Xiangyi away.

"Don’t!" Song Haoran whispered, quickly grabbing his wrist and shaking his head. Right now, they couldn’t make a move. Uncle Gong and Old Lin looked at them and the two were already stunned. Their relationship wouldn’t be concealed for a lifetime, but now was not a good time to expose it.

"Don’t you want to eat deep-fried chrysalis? All the chrysalis is finished, let’s go pick some from the forest." Song Haoran said softly, patting the young man’s stiff spine. The old men looked at them.

Yes, an old man like Grandpa Lin would like should like fried chrysalis. The thing Gong Lixin hates the most right now is that he can’t involve Brother Lin. Gong Lixin tried to understand this and pressed down the feeling in his heart as he left with Song Haoran with a straight face. Jin Shanghui received his instruction that he could move freely and the zombie had already ran into the jungle with no sight of his shadow.

"I will go too." Dou Heng followed behind the teenager like a shadow, causing Song Haoran to look at him meaningfully several times.

Seeing Xiaoxin leave without even looking back, Lin Wenbo felt annoyed. It took a lot of effort to break Gong Xiangyi’s hold around his neck. If Father Gong wasn’t watching, he would even show his anger. Gong Xiangyi was always so emotional, her mood came and went at the click of a button, as if the whole world should revolve around her. She never considered other’s moods.

"What’s wrong with you?" Lin Wenbo asked impatiently.

"Wenbo, this is dried earthworms, not beef strips. You cheated me." Gong Xiangyi showed half of the dried earthworm in her palm even as her eyes began to flood again.

The more Gong Xiangyi knew how Lin Wenbo treated her the best, the more she regretted what she had done. Now that she and Lin Wenbo came to this moment, she actually knew very well that the root cause of all this was due to her change in mentality. She was born again with resentment towards Lin Wenbo. Although she still loved Lin Wenbo, she could no longer trust him wholeheartedly. When the two were together, she was thinking more along the line of how to control the other, how to hold on to the other, how to avoid the tragedy from her last life. The desire to win had already exceeded her love for him.

Without wholehearted efforts, of course, no whole-hearted feelings would be obtained. It was she who pushed Lin Wenbo away little at a time until they reached the stage they were at today. Now, she had gradually realised that her last life’s Lin Wenbo had treated her very well. She pretended to be strong and had put on a mask, but she had no longer been able to support this mask. She regretted it so much that she wished she was reborn once again so that she could start over.

"When did I lie to you about these being beef strips? Why are you crying because of this?" Lin Wenbo frowned and his handsome face showed a trace of his impatience. Seeing everyone looking at him and gossiping, he got up and waved her over, taking Gong Xiangyi to another place to talk. Under Uncle Gong’s earnest gaze, he couldn’t say any straightforward, hurtful words.

Gong Xiangyi immediately wiped her tears to keep up with them. Looking at the backs of the two people who had entered the jungle, Father Gong and Old Lin looked at each other and both fell silent. Father Gong wanted his daughter to continue her relationship with Wenbo, but Grandfather Lin didn’t agree with it. Although Gong Xiangyi seemed better, she was still in shock and looked like a fragile vase. In the apocalyptic days, one’s partner must be strong so you can look after one another. The couple must support each other and take care of each other. One can’t always take care of the other. If Lin Wenbo and Gong Xiangyi get together again, would one drag the other to death? Anyways, he would never agree.

For the first time in a long time, the two old men didn’t agree on something.

***

Gong Lixin’s brows twisted in a frown as he walked deeper into the jungle. Song Haoran followed. He glanced at Dou Heng who was walking beside him and said, "Let’s find them separately." The meaning of his words was obvious.

Dou Heng looked at the young man’s angry back and the bees flying in the jungle. He nodded and agreed. Where there were bees, there was a beehive. He remembered that Gong Lixin liked sweet things, but unfortunately, candies were a luxury in these apocalyptic days. They were almost completely gone. If he finds honey though, the young man would be happy.

"Dou Heng seemed to really like to follow you." Song Haoran said to the young man when Dou Heng walked away, seemingly bothered by it.

"Hn, I also like him following me." Gong Lixin nodded. Although he didn’t need protection, he liked knowing that there was such a person around him, that there was someone following him with his protection in mind, that whenever he turned around, he could always see the other person.

Song Haoran’s eyes were dark. He didn’t want to continue this subject. The more he talked about that person, the more Lixin would care about him. Seeing the teenager frowning and muttering to himself, he was obviously still worried about the scene from before. He tried to tell the young man a few old jokes but finally coaxed the teenager into a better mood.

The two went further into the jungle and searched for chrysalis attached to the branches, putting them in their bags. The chrysalis only needs to be fried with small peanuts and evenly sprinkled with salt to create a rare delicacy. When placed in one’s mouth, it had a burnt and tender taste as well as a sweet fragrance, making people want more.

Gradually shifting his mind to delicious food, Gong Lixin quickly put aside the matter of Lin Wenbo and Gong Xiangyi and concentrated on finding chrysalis. The teenager lifted his round buttocks and bent down to search for chrysalis among the bushes. His black t-shirt was hooked by a branch and his Gong Lixin’s snowy and delicate waist was revealed, making for an eye-catching sight.

Song Haoran was originally looking for food. When he saw this enticing scene, his eyes flickered and he couldn’t help remembering the time where he was hard in the car while holding the young man and his member was stimulated by his soft thighs. The fiery heat flowed into his groin, his eyes darkened and he stepped forward, reaching out to caress the young man’s slim waist.

"Brother Song, what are you doing?" Gong Lixin straightened up with his ears flushed red.

"I miss you holding you. We don’t spend enough time together during this move. Don’t you want me?" Song Haoran’s lips whispered into the teenager’s ears. The touch of his heated nose made the pink ears of the teenager turn just as heated and red.

"I do." Gong Lixin was bewitched, his eyes blurred and his pale hands moved around the other, touching the man’s broad back. At the age of 19, it was the time when the body was most hungry for sex to the point that it couldn’t stand even the slightest teasing.

Song Haoran let out a low groan, licking and kissing the young man’s ears affectionately and asking in a hoarse voice, "Someone will come here at any minute. I want to do it here, but aren’t you afraid of being seen?" His member had long stood upright and hit the youth’s soft belly, expressing Song Haoran’s desire silently.

In his last life, Xiao Lin even made Gong Lixin cultivate in public for his own pleasure. His modesty and moral bottom line had long been worn away by Xiao Lin, thus he wouldn’t care about being seen or heard and nodded impatiently, "Not afraid. I want it!" He said as he untied the man’s belt.

"That’s not it, I don’t want people to look at you!" Song Haoran chuckled while taking off Gong Lixin’s shirt and tying it around his waist. He then took off his pants, throwing them aside and touching the lovely jade wide pillar that stood upright.

"Mmm~" Gong Lixin moaned with his head tilted back. He reached into the man’s underwear to stroke the dark giant that was several times larger than his own.

The two moaned and kissed, their bodies clinging to each other as they touched each other. While kissing, moans passed through their lips. Song Haoran jerked off the teenager’s member with one hand while the other reached behind and pushed against the tight, pink chrysanthemum that soon overflowed with honey. When his fingers against it and entered, an obscene squelching sound echoed, causing Song Haoran to almost go crazy.

"Baby, you’re so wet here. I want to have a taste." Biting the teenager’s red and swollen lips, he pushed the teenager against the trunk of a tree, placed one of the teenager’s legs over his shoulder as he squatted down and buried himself in the place dripping with nectar. He didn’t stop using his hands to caress the youth’s upright jade pillar while doing so. The crisp sound of sucking echoed in the forest. Song Haoran’s soft tongue pointed towards the opening and licked it, causing an electric current to pass through Gong Lixin’s body, making him moan again and again. Gong Lixin’s legs had gotten so soft that he couldn’t stand anymore and could only hold on with his hands. He held the man’s hair, panting and begging, "Don’t lick anymore. Put it in!"

The young man’s voice cried out softly, like a new-born kitten, making people want to hold him in their arms and love him hard. Song Haoran’s crimson eyes burst with a deeper shade of red. He stood up and pulled off his own pants, pulled the slender legs around his waist before vigorously pressing him against the tree trunk. Once he inserted into the hot hole, he began to move with an insane rhythm.

The teenager was shaken from top to bottom and could only helplessly cling onto the man’s strong arms. The pink corners of his eyes held a touch of water as he was lost in pleasure.

Song Haoran held the back of the young man’s head with one hand, bringing him closer to lick the other’s wet top with his won. The salty taste of tears from the corner of the young man’s eyes, the pleasure his own body felt and the satisfaction he felt in his soul intoxicated Song Haoran. It’s no wonder that the words ’love you to death’ was used to describe this feeling. It was, after all, all too apt. Every time, he wished he could die while staying one with the teenager. Major General Song, who was normally an upright and serious person, always lost his senses once he was with his beloved teenager, like a beast immersed in carnal desire.

Half an hour later, the two came at the same time, letting out one last cry. Song Haoran caught the cum shot out by the youth in his hand and wiped it against the trunk behind the youth. He held the teenager for a while before reluctantly pulling out his semi-soft member. The cum ejected into the youth’s body immediately ran down the other’s buttocks and thighs before falling onto the ground covered by dead leaves. The rich smell of sandalwood spread into the air.

After pulling out a soft leaf to help the young man clean up, Song Haoran helped the other get dress and told him to return to camp to eat first, then he slowly cleaned his own lower body.

"Come out." Putting away his member in his pants, he shouted towards a dark bush.

Dou Heng, holding a large piece of honeycomb dripping with honey, walked out slowly. His expression was as cold as usual if one didn’t look at his swollen lower body.

Song Haoran’s red eyes swept over the hard-on and his face turned black. He gruffly asked, "Do you like peeking?"

"Weren’t you deliberately letting me see?" Dou Heng glanced at him and asked back. It would explain Song Haoran’s more vigorous movements when he came over.

Song Haoran smiled and slowly said, "He’s mine."

"Are you sure he belongs to you alone?" The person I saw him with last time was not you! With the last sentence unsaid, Dou Heng walked toward the camp with an expressionless face while still holding the beehive. This kind of provocation was really not necessary. He just wanted to look at the young man from a distance and never thought past that. It was because the other person was too cherished and too precious to him, so he was afraid to take a step more; because he was not sure what kind of results he would obtain in the future. Perhaps, he could get what he wanted, or he might lose it completely instead. This half chance of winning or losing bound his surging emotions and made him willing to stay where he was now. He couldn’t bear to risk losing that young man.

Song Haoran stared at Dou Heng’s back. After a long laugh, he raised his feet and returned to camp.