Witch, Open Your Eyes

Witch, Open Your Eyes Chapter 95: After Part 5

Un-edited so please don’t kill me if you find anything wrong, please gently commenting so I can fix it. Thank you.

(NSFW)

As the two kissed, Fang Daichuan felt that his body was burning badly and he was in a trance. When he touches Li Sinian’s warm body, a sense of reality is awakened in his heart. Oh, it turns out that Li Sinian is not dead and currently I am having sex with him. This realisation almost made him cry.

Li Sinian picked up the lubricant that was rolling on the bed, glanced at the name, a smile quietly forming on his lips.

He unscrewed the bottle and squeezed out a lump between his fingers. Fang Daichuan raised his hips slightly to match his movements: “Your injury… Can you?”

“Chuan’er-ge, how can you asking a man that question in bed? It’s not appropriate,” Li Sinian jokes. “Can I do it, don’t you know?” He said and put the liquid in his hand into it.

“I…Fuck…?” Fang Daichuan frowned and exclaimed, a strange feeling swept through the key points, the feeling was cold and burning at the same time, causing his waist to jump.

Li Sinian laughed deeply, his chest fluctuated: “Desert Mint, one can give you the feeling of both ice and fire, you are pretty good at choosing, Chuan’er-ge.”

I knew it! Fang Daichuan slammed the bed angrily. How can a rotten and degenerate cruise ship provide a naturally harmless and refreshingly bland lubricant?!

However, already on the point of no return, Fang Daichuan decided to raise his head, took a few deep breaths. His chest was already dyed with a thin layer of red. The lower body was on fire but the inside felt empty. The entrance was terribly swollen. It kept opening and closing, resisting this kind of stimulation and the muscles on the inner thighs continued to spasm.

Li Sinian touched the not-yet healed scab on the side of his leg and his pupils instantly turned dark and unreadable.

He thrust in, Fang Daichuan trembled, his nose wrinkled and his mouth were slightly open.

Li Sinian opened one of his legs, stretched out his hand and scraped off the scab, revealing the pale pink tender meat inside. The chaotic liquid stuck to the wound as the two rubbed their thighs together. The sting made the wound painful and itchy, Fang Daichuan gritted his teeth and suppressed the gasp in his throat. He boasts that he is a straight man in the universe and he is also a rough man in bed. He can pant and cooperate, but he can’t do anything else and that including screaming.

“I can’t move my left hand,” Li Sinian licked the tips of his teeth in good humour, “touch it yourself.”

Fang Daichuan was moved upside down by him. He was afraid of the wound on his body, so he didn’t dare to sit down, he just supported himself on the bed with his knees. Hearing this, he sighed, his hand sliding down his waistline, reaching out to hold it, spitting out some transparent liquid from the stiff top, making Li Sinian’s lower abdomen wet.

“I didn’t let you touch it there,” Li Sinian slapped his hand away with a smile, reached out to replace his hand and held it up. “Up,” he repeated aloud, “touch it yourself.”

Fang Daichuan stiffened when he heard the words and the mermaid line trembling at his waist also stopped instantly. He stared at Li Sinian with a complicated expression: “I…”

“Touch it,” Li Sinian laughed, Fang Daichuan’s bones going soft hearing the laugh, he coaxed, “Be good.”

Fang Daichuan hung his head in defeat as he hesitantly reached out and caressed his chest.

“Use more force,” Li Sinian commanded with a gentle voice. However, the movements under the body are ferocious and completely different from the voice. Fang Daichuan whimpered, “Use your nails.”

Fang Daichuan shook his head, his hair was finally messed up and his bangs were scattered, covering half of his wet eyes. He bit his lip, embarrassed but unable to resist, he finally followed the other party’s orders to play with himself.

A normally strong, reliable, masculine man, now drowning in the lust you impose on him, becomes weak, helpless and pitiful. He is biting his lip waiting for your forgiveness and invasion, with nowhere to run. This unknown feeling makes people feel heavy, a little proud and a little uneasy. Such a lovely person, Li Sinian sighed in his heart, such a lovely person.

He turned over and changed positions, biting down hard on the other’s chest with his canine teeth. He mercilessly goes in and out, transforming all his uneasiness and pride into a violent storm, turning all his secret thoughts and hidden emotions into all his desires and passions.

You are the light of my life, the fire of my desire, my inexhaustible soul, the sins I carry, my complete salvation.

Fang Daichuan didn’t know why he suddenly went crazy and was about to capsize by the strong wind and waves. He leaned on Li Sinian’s shoulder while carefully avoiding his wound. The blood and sweat stained his body along the place where the two were connected. At the moment when he reached the top, Li Sinian looked at the blood on Fang Daichuan’s chest and whispered in his ear: “I have soiled you.”

The end note was raised high and hoarsely spat in his ear, the phrase containing a hundred twists and turns between his tongues, screaming seductively in his ear.

Fang Daichuan’s waist was sore, a heartfelt pleasure of being violated and tainted and marked ran through his head with an electric current, a flash of white light before his eyes.

The sea breeze poured in from the window and the black hairball under the bed bit the foot of the bed aggrievedly.

There is no killing and death, and they are not separated. Their bodies pressed against each other, their sweaty sideburns pressed against the tips of each other’s reddened ears. Fang Daichuan held Li Sinian’s hand, for a moment he was so happy that he wanted to cry. So he pulled Li Sinian into a tight embrace and cried out.

The policeman on the other end of the microphone was already frantic and explained to the policewoman remotely. Using the vague context from when the two were talking, the policewoman had already reached the fourth floor. She stopped outside the door and was about to knock when she heard crying inside.

An indescribable cry, not the kind of soft and sweet cry, but a very manly, man cry. Like a lone eagle who has lost his partner, a young wolf who finally returns home, venting more than talking. He didn’t want to tell anyone nor did he want to complain to anyone, it is an answer and a summary of what he has learned about himself after he has carried his suffering and finally got out of it.

“I love you,” she heard the man inside choking and sobbing, “I’ll never let you go again.”

On the other end of the microphone, all the police officers were silent. They had never experienced a narrow escape from death for seven days and nights. They could not understand such overwhelming and passionate feelings and could not understand how two strangers could promise to never leave each other, to live and die together in just seven days. Before today, the policewoman felt that Fang Daichuan was too innocent and had been played into the hands of the criminals and tricked to death.

But now, she feels that she is wrong. People who claim to be smart are always unconsciously examining other people’s emotions. However she doesn’t know that this kind of arrogance is another form of stupidity.

The policewoman sighed and just raised her hand and knocked on the door, when her vision suddenly went dark.

A towel with a pungent sweetness covered her nose and mouth. She only had time to kick her high heels to the door of Li Sinian’s room before her limbs became weak and she lost consciousness.

The two people in the room froze for a moment. They quickly dressed and opened the door. They rushed out, only to see a high-heeled shoe and a microphone scattered on the long-haired carpet in the corridor. The policewoman had disappeared.

Fang Daichuan’s expression instantly became ugly.

“I have long awaited to meet you, Mr. Eternity, welcome to the cruise game.” A strange voice suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Li Sinian sneered, he put on his shirt, hidden the heavy wounds behind the shirt and buttoned it.