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“Ngh…”
Dan Heng groaned as lied in the bed of his room in the Astral Express. It's been days, and there are still days that need to pass before he can finally get up and get rid of the bandages that were currently covering his chest.
‘How foolish of you’, the Vidyadhara thought to himself. ‘The mission was simple: if you didn’t lose your focus, maybe you wouldn't be bedridden with an aching wound on your chest.’
But scolding himself was a useless act. He messed up, and now he was dealing with the consequences.
Dan Heng was deeply grateful to the treatment Bailu gave him: it was just a matter of time before he'd heal and go back, almost as if nothing happened to him.
However, a small problem was afflicting the Vidyadhara: he was slightly sick. A light fever made his already weakened state even worse for him. But alas, that was nothing new.
‘Cloudhymm Magic is perfect for healing, but I'm afraid you'll experience some light side effects. But don't worry, you'll be fine in no time!’ Bailu's words suddenly started ringing in his ears.
“This is useless.” Dan Heng muttered, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could in his bed. His body, stiff, started feeling more and more heavy, along with his eyelids, until every noise was blacked out from his mind and he finally fell asleep.
“Ngh…. Aahhh”
A low sound was captured by Dan Heng, waking him up, slowly but still in an abrupt manner. Everything felt surreal — what was that sound? His mind couldn’t register what he just heard, but, somehow, it felt so familiar—
“Nghhaa… ah…”
‘That sound again!’, Dan Heng felt the energy rush into his veins, and it was in that right moment, that he noticed all the pain in his body had disappeared. What hour was it? For how long had he been sleeping? Or, did he even wake up?
This situation was strange. The Vidyadhara felt light-headed. ‘This must be a dream,’ he thought, ‘I'm still asleep.’
Dan Heng finally opened his eyes. His breathing, already irregular, felt like it stopped.
Blade — what was he doing here? — was on the top of him, his coat, opened, revealing the bandages covering his chest and his body, naked outside those pieces Dan Heng saw. His cunt, slightly wet, felt so hot he thought his dick had been set on fire.
His gaze kept falling lower, his lower bottom part felt strange, and— Blade slowly moved his hips, up and down. Dan Heng moaned as a result, an action outside his control.
His mind took a while to finally register what was happening: a wet dream. There wasn’t any other explanation Dan Heng could come up with.
He looked up to Blade — the man had such blissful expression, painted with a rosy red, and loud moans that kept leaving his mouth in awe. And Dan Heng was no less, despite their rock relationship, Blade's insides were hot, yes, but it was no big deal for him.
He could feel Blade moving, at each thrust his cock hitted Blade's sweet spot, making him whimper like a docile animal. Despite it being a mere dream, there was a satisfying sensation in seeing Blade reduced to a state like this.
He knew this isn't real — just a dream, an illusion. But, even knowing that, Dan Heng took pleasure in seeing the man that has been hunting him since his rebirth pleasuring himself with his cock. Perhaps a part of him already knew it.
“Aah… Aaahh…”
Blade looked worned out, he was visibly sweating and panting. He feebly placed his hands on Dan Heng's shoulders, grabbing them to avoid losing balance.
Blade's fingers felt cold. His grip was weak, to the point where his nails were doing the majority of the job.
Once Dan Heng felt Blade's nails penetrate his skin, he let out a groan of pain, and grabbed Blade's waist to push him away from his body.
Blade stopped his movements from a moment, that action took him by surprise. He leaned back his hands, they were now on Dan Heng's abdomen, caressing the bandages that covered the man beneath him.
Silence filled the room. Blade's touch felt… intimate in a way Dan Heng couldn't explain.
Blade and him had a troubled bond.
But in that right instant, Dan Heng forgot everything, his mind went foggy, and he simply let animalistic desires do their worst.
Up and down, up and down. At each thrust that followed, Dan Heng could feel how he was hitting right the back of Blade's cervix, making him see stars above in such a big galaxy that felt too small to contain their vicissitudes.
Blade never complained, but from the sounds he was making, Dan Heng saw how the man was more than happy to be at his mercy.
“B-Blade,” Dan Heng finally broke that tension that grew thicker and thicker at each pornographic whimper Blade made. “ ‘M about to come…” He could barely say, slurring his own words due the lack of energy.
“Then come,” The tone Blade used was authoritative, it was an order. “Right inside, don't hold back.”
Two minutes later, Dan Heng reached his climax. Blade pulled closer and took it all, leaving a few drops here and there of cum drip from his pussy. Blade came right after, with a small ‘Ngh!’ sound coming from his mouth, and then he immediately backed off from him, without a sound.
And then everything went dark again.
When Dan Heng woke up again, his head was spinning and his whole body turned stiff, in the same way it does when you do exercises after weeks of resting.
He slowly stood up, looking around his room: nothing was out of the ordinary, except from the peculiar sight of what seemed to be used bandages scattered next to his bed.
‘Why are these here? Did someone come in to change them? Wait, don't tell me—’
The following time that Pom Pom inspected him, he assumed Dan Heng had a fever for how red his face was.