AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Making Hate “It’s bleeding, it hurts so much.”

Chapter 33: Making Hate “It’s bleeding, it hurts so much.”

That hard-earned tenderness happened between the two of them, and neither spoke to break the silence.

After a long-awaited reunion, only tacit understanding remained.

Ka’lier hugged his waist tightly, with so much force that it seemed he wanted to tear him apart and devour him. Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot from his shoulder, piercing to the bone.

The physiological stimulation couldn’t compare to the tremor in his heart. Song Ningwan turned his head and saw the boy lying on his shoulder, his sharp fangs breaking the skin through the thin black clothing. The bloody scent watered the suppressed desire, stimulating his eyes until they were red.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Ka’lier looked up at this moment, his eyes full of desire and decadence.

Bewitching like a god descending, so beautiful that it was impossible to look directly at him.

“Teacher, don’t you remember?” Ka’lier leaned in and kissed the man’s chin, droplets of moisture running from his neck to his earlobe. He held it in his mouth, feeling the warmth, and in an instant, electricity surged from the crown of his head to every part of his body, a tingling sensation.

When he looked at his teacher, his eyes shimmered with allure.

Because the earlobe held in his mouth was scalding hot, Ka’lier groaned, his words sticky, “You like to choke my neck, penetrate me…”

“Want to be fucked by you like that, want you…” He spoke lewd words and made vulgar movements, but in those red eyes, the killing intent could not be erased.

This kid was simply indecent to the extreme. Song Ningwan knew that Ka’lier naturally didn’t mean it that way, he was just confusing lust with physiological desire.

“Let go.”

It was the first time he spoke, but Ka’lier continued to bite his earlobe as if he hadn’t heard.

Song Ningwan frowned and coaxed softly, “Don’t you want me to fuck you? Let go.” His tone was particularly gentle.

Noticing that the confinement around his waist had disappeared, Song Ningwan finally escaped from the suffocating embrace.

In the blink of an eye, Ka’lier walked in front of Song Ningwan, blinking his eyes as if he was expecting something.

“Are you sure you want me?” Song Ningwan touched his neck, hissing. Sure enough, the skin was broken!

“Want.” Ka’lier was testing him, wondering if his teacher had any spirit left, otherwise why had he been avoiding him?

He knew that Song Ningwan was always vindictive. If he was resurrected, why wouldn’t he kill him?

Something was wrong.

“I’ll ask you one last time, are you sure you want me to fuck you?” Song Ningwan didn’t seem to be joking, his eyes had an indescribable meaning. He walked step by step towards Ka’lier and gently stroked that stunning face.

The ambiguous atmosphere flowed like spring water, and Ka’lier’s stiff body softened, his voice hoarse, “Fuck me.”

Such a straightforward invitation was unbearable for anyone. Song Ningwan suppressed the flame that was rising in his heart, but it was to no avail. His fingertips traced over the fair skin, stopping on the clothes, wanting to tear them open.

The cold wind could not calm the heat, and the high tower collapsed at this moment.

“Find a place where there’s no one around.” Song Ningwan looked around. After all, this was the street, and they couldn’t do that kind of thing in broad daylight.

Ka’lier stood where he was, smiling like a cat, “Okay.”

Looking at Ka’lier’s happy appearance, he hoped he could still laugh later.

People on the street hurried by, worried about the Guangming Group explosion.

Only two unmatched figures in the world were aloof from worldly affairs.

The tall and slender figures walked side by side, the sunlight stretching their shadows.

Song Ningwan spoke, “What exactly do you want to do by participating in the Jian family’s affairs?”

“Does Teacher want to know?” Ka’lier threw the question back at him.

“Don’t want to.” Song Ningwan said expressionlessly.

Ka’lier curled his lips, pulled Song Ningwan towards the small woods, and after scanning the surroundings with his spirit and finding no one, he called out, “Teacher…”

? Was he in such a hurry?

The woods were extremely concealed, with lush branches covering the light.

“Kneel down.”

Ka’lier was stunned. This command was simple and crude. He subconsciously wanted to obey, but his mind suddenly changed and he didn’t move.

Song Ningwan didn’t show any anger. Instead, he coaxed softly, “Ka’lier, do you want me to fuck you while standing?”

“Yes, Teacher.” Ka’lier nodded, his whole body surging with energy, eagerly preparing to accept the penetration of spiritual power.

“Do you see that tree?” Song Ningwan raised his hand and pointed to the thick trunk, “Turn around and lie on it.”

Ka’lier was a little dazed, guarding against Song Ningwan with vigilance, but his legs walked obediently towards it as if they weren’t his own.

His fingertips touched the bark, and he bent over and lay on it.

This action was very strange, with a sense of bizarre shame. Leaving his back to the enemy made him uneasy and anxious.

He felt like he had fallen into a trap, and when he looked up, he saw only an endless abyss.

When his butt touched his thigh, Ka’lier shivered. He turned his head and saw Song Ningwan’s condescending gaze, his waist held by both hands.

Teacher was being so proactive, which was a bit abnormal.

“Teacher, give me…”

Ka’lier’s voice pulled Song Ningwan back to reality. His fingertips traced over his spine, feeling the trembling of the person beneath him, and stopped on those beautiful butterfly bones.

“Ka’lier, you are very beautiful.” This was the first time Song Ningwan had praised him so directly and without reservation.

It was no longer punishment or alienation, but praise. Ka’lier became excited, he was finally recognized.

Even insignificant words could make him feel physically and mentally happy.

“Teacher… I want spirit…” The boy bit his lip and lowered his head, revealing a snow-white, fragile neck, as if he would lose his life completely with a gentle pinch.

Song Ningwan grabbed it, his thumb rubbing against the side of his neck, the rough fingers grinding his skin until it turned red.

As if a sensitive spot had been touched, Ka’lier hummed and groaned, feeling so good that he couldn’t speak.

“What do you want?” Song Ningwan suddenly pinched his slender neck, and the boy had to look up, enduring this force.

“Spirit…” Ka’lier’s words were slurred, his eyes were already confused and infatuated, not knowing where he was.

At this moment, Song Ningwan leaned down, and the two bodies were closely connected like lovers, overlapping hotly, “No need for spirit.”

“Hmm…”

Song Ningwan warned him one last time, “Ka’lier, you won’t regret this.”

“Hmm.” The sound disappeared into the world at this moment.

The wind blew, and the leaves fluttered and rustled. Soft gasps could be heard non-stop, and a disheveled scene could be vaguely seen.

Desire was lost, leaving only lust.

In a trance, Ka’lier wanted to struggle and escape, his mouth panting and cursing, “I hate… uh! It hurts…”

“Didn’t you ask me to do this? Ka’lier, we’ll settle our accounts slowly.” Even though Song Ningwan’s eyes were stained with blood and lust, he still hadn’t taken off his clothes, speaking leisurely.

In a suit, a gentleman.

Under the suit…

(Afterwards)

Ka’lier’s head was dizzy, and he leaned against Song Ningwan’s chest, feeling muddleheaded.

It hurt and felt good at the same time, even more stimulating than kissing.

“Teacher, it feels so good…”

Song Ningwan draped his black suit over Ka’lier, “Weren’t you clamoring to kill me?”

“It really hurts, I’m bleeding.” Ka’lier was extremely aggrieved, rubbing against his broad chest, “I almost thought you were going to fuck me to death.” His whole body ached, especially his lower body, as if he had been crippled, and he didn’t even have the strength to lift his hand.

“Do you want to die like this?” Song Ningwan found it interesting and asked.

He thought the boy would restrain himself, but he was simply shameless: “Want to.”

Ka’lier couldn’t forget that unforgettable taste, and couldn’t help but ask, “What were we doing just now?”

“Making hate.”

“Will making hate get you pregnant?” Ka’lier thought about it and muttered to himself, “If I get pregnant…”

“Ka’lier.” Song Ningwan interrupted, “You know, I always repay my grudges.”

Ka’lier answered irrelevantly, looking satisfied, “I don’t want to kill you anymore, Teacher. I want to make hate with you.”

???

Song Ningwan’s eyes were cold. He stopped playing with his hair, lowered his eyes, and met the red eyes.

“But now I want to grind your bones to ashes.”

Ka’lier struggled to get up from his arms, and the suit jacket on his shoulder slipped off, revealing his good-looking, thin muscles.

“Did you also make hate with Robo Wei?” Ka’lier threw out this sentence out of nowhere, making Song Ningwan’s mind buzz.

Song Ningwan: “What’s it to you?”

“If you did… I’ll crush him into minced meat.” Ka’lier smiled, “Teacher, I only allow you to do this with me, okay?”

“I let you fuck me, don’t go looking for anyone else.” After Ka’lier finished speaking, he wanted to curl up in Song Ningwan’s arms again, “Teacher, do it hard like you just did, until I bleed, until you hold me gently like you are now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ningwan had already stood up from the ground, patted the dirt off his body, and walked out of the woods.

Ka’lier was a little dazed, quickly put on his clothes alone, and limped behind Song Ningwan, refusing to leave.

The student eventually became… a wife.

Song Ningwan walked forward silently, he couldn’t forget what was important because of revenge.

Having “eaten and drank his fill,” Ka’lier was obviously in a good mood. Instead of killing Song Ningwan, he wanted to be spiritually rich.

“Teacher.”

Song Ningwan didn’t turn his head, so Ka’lier went up and hooked his arm, shaking it, “Where are you going?”

“What’s going on with Ying?” Song Ningwan changed the subject.

“Despicable…” Ka’lier realized he had said the wrong thing, so he bit the bullet and explained, “Ying hates you, you should have seen it.”

“Why?” This was what Song Ningwan had always wondered. When Ying was a child, he was obedient and silly, and he was also very afraid of him.

After growing up, they gradually drifted apart, and he actually hated him.

Sure enough, things changed with time, and people’s hearts were fickle.

Seeing Song Ningwan’s regretful look, Ka’lier smiled, with malicious intent, “He likes you. He went crazy and got jealous when he saw you doting on me. Teacher, should we kill him?”

?

This was even worse.

Did he even believe it himself?

“Ka’lier, I don’t like joking.” Song Ningwan frowned.

“We’ll make hate again today, and I’ll tell you.” Ka’lier blushed, the lust from before hadn’t faded yet, and he was already thinking about the next time.

Song Ningwan wanted to ask, “Weren’t you bleeding?”

Where did he get so much energy every day?!

In the imprisoned past, the two had kissed, and Ka’lier’s tongue had even been bitten off by him. That little bastard was very vindictive and made him please him with his mouth… (indescribable)

Song Ningwan originally wanted to release his worries by making hate, but he didn’t expect that Ka’lier would still feel good even when he was bleeding.

He had already been diagnosed, he was sick.