It seemed that in the years when RongCheng was still very young, the sight of the child who constantly trailed after his Matriarch filled His Highness with deep aversion, for she showered that person with even more care and love than she gave him.
Thereafter, that child was even admitted to the Imperial Academy (Guo Zi Jian) and received instruction from the same Grand Tutor, which further intensified RongCheng's resentment. For whenever that child appeared, he would capture all attention, leaving His Highness as naught but a backdrop to enhance the other's brilliance.
Jealousy and rivalry drove RongCheng to truly childish acts. He forbade his younger siblings from approaching Shan Yuan, and was not content even after beating the child bloody on the martial arts grounds. After lessons, he would further rally his companions to block the boy's path and engage in acts of bullying...
Yet, the boy never once resisted, nor did he ever return to inform the Empress Dowager. He merely endured in silence, and no matter how many times he was struck, he would rise again with quiet fortitude.
For a long stretch of time, RongCheng continually met defeat at Shan Yuan's hands on the martial arts grounds. It was then His Highness first truly knew shame and began to seriously reflect upon the entire matter. He took Shan Yuan as his very goal for striving forward, hoping only that one day he might cast the other down once more.
As time flowed on, the two gradually grew up. Shan Yuan grew ever more beautiful... beautiful enough to make others unwilling to turn their gaze away. And the graceful, understanding way he comported himself drew everyone around him to shower him with affection.
Shan Yuan could look upon and care for anyone, even the most lowly in status, yet it was only RongCheng he utterly failed to acknowledge. This only fueled His Highness's rage and envy... He knew not if he was jealous because everyone favored Shan Yuan over himself, or because the other treated him as if he did not exist at all?
The more he hated, the more he watched. The more he watched, the more a peculiar feeling arose within him—a feeling he could not comprehend. He desired only one thing: to press Shan Yuan beneath him and utterly disgrace him, to satisfy his own strange obsession.
It turned out that from that moment, RongCheng's path, once straight, had begun to curve sharply, yet His Highness had not yet realized he had fallen into the snare of a forbidden love.
Many years later, the the Empress Dowager ascended the mountain to take the tonsure, entrusting Shan Yuan to RongCheng's care. This was indeed a golden opportunity, and His Highness accepted immediately. However, once she was absent, he brazenly set a trap, abducted Shan Yuan, and imprisoned him in an external manor outside the city. Every night, he would come to perform various wicked acts, forcing the other into intimacy...
During that time, His Highness had treated Shan Yuan terribly, utterly poorly... even harming him to the point of near death. But perhaps it was only then that he recognized the true sentiment in his heart, learning to cherish and value the other deeply...
Recalling the events of the past, RongCheng only wished to slap his own face until death. Despite this, he had never regretted it; if he had not acted thus, how could he possess the Shan Yuan of today? On the day they bound their hair in marriage, he vowed to dedicate the remainder of his life to loving and caring for the other, even if it meant forgoing descendants.
What harm was there in intimate relations with a man? The sole suffering lay in the endless interference of too many others... From the very beginning, the Empress Dowager only intended to entrust Shan Yuan to RongCheng's care. Now that she had returned, she naturally sought to reclaim him to his former dwelling.
"No..." Before returning him, he must surely enjoy a moment more. Thinking thus, RongCheng forcefully thrust his member deep into Shan Yuan's inner sanctum several times, before slowly accelerating his rhythm.
RongCheng's movements grew increasingly fierce. The inner channel was chafed by the hard object until it burned hot, and the pleasure point was incessantly assailed, causing Shan Yuan to continuously moan, "Ah, gently... gently... Cheng..."
Though he pleaded thus, the ultimate thrill and extreme excitation were unbearably overwhelming.
Shan Yuan reached back, attempting to push RongCheng away, but His Highness caught his hands, only increasing the frenzy of his movements.
After a fierce bout of passion, RongCheng intentionally slowed his movements. He reached forward to grasp and caress Shan Yuan's member, while simultaneously nibbling on the other's ear, whispering softly, "Did my Yuan-er feel good just now?"
Shan Yuan clenched his teeth and did not answer. RongCheng abruptly ceased all motion, only to unexpectedly thrust deep moments later... Repeating this several times caused the person beneath to frown with extreme discomfort. RongCheng smiled and asked, "Quickly, tell me, did it feel good?"
Shan Yuan's body trembled violently. The sensation of desire was nigh impossible to suppress. In the end, he was compelled to nod and admit, "Good... good, ah... let me release... quickly..."
"Good...?" As the two were passionately engaged in their intimacy, they were unaware of an intruder, who was left to witness a scene of utter debauchery...
Yan Si never expected to witness this sight firsthand. He had only intended to come and request RongCheng's permission to accompany Liú Yu outside the palace for an outing.
His eyes fell upon the lewd scene: the two figures tightly interlocked below, RongCheng relentlessly thrusting his member into the other's posterior, causing him to incessantly cry out...
"Good... good, was it?" Yan Si's heart hammered relentlessly... seeing RongCheng perform such an act... Even the member in front had long since risen, causing him immense discomfort.
"What is that feeling?" He also wished to experience it once with RongCheng, to know what that sensation was like, yet...
"I cannot remain here..." Yan Si's member was fully erect. The longer he watched, the more unbearable the feeling became. He immediately rushed back to his room and locked the door tightly.
Yan Si hurriedly scrambled onto the bed and tightly enshrouded himself in the quilt, heedless of the inherent heat. Yet, the image of that intimate encounter still crept deeply into his mind, proving difficult to banish.
Though he had fiercely yearned for RongCheng and longed for greater intimacy these past six months, he had never once conceived that the joyous intimacy between two men would necessitate the use of that defiled place.
Hesitating for a long while, Yan Si decided to push his finger in to explore. But the area was naturally dry and tightly shut; attempting to force a foreign object inside only caused a searing pain.
Yan Si clenched his teeth and immediately stopped. "I cannot..."
If one mere finger could not enter, how could it possibly contain that object? And His Highness's member, furthermore...
"It... it is truly enormous..." Many times larger than his own.
The image of the two men engaged in fierce intimacy became vividly clear in his mind, causing Yan Si's heart to ache ceaselessly: "Why? Why must such a deed be done...? I... why do I feel such torment?"
He desired His Highness... truly, deeply desired him...
He sensed that what he was doing and thinking was utterly wrong, yet he could not suppress the thoughts that burrowed deep within his soul.