The Villainous Male Supporting Character Courts Death Every Day : Chapter 15: Scandal

Victor moved fast. In less than a week, rumors of Milo and Charlotte’s romance had spread throughout the entire capital, buzzing everywhere, filling every corner.

The newspapers ran bold headlines: “Love Through Piano and Painting: A New Era of Aristocratic Free Romance?” Every word was vivid and lively.

From the duke’s young master throwing away a fortune for love and gifting a piano, to the talented pair’s breathtaking dance at the banquet, to the famous painting at the castle that sealed their secret promise of a lifetime together. Like a serialized novel, every chapter was gripping and captivating.

In restaurants and taverns, all sorts of impromptu tunes played the notes of first love. Painters raised their brushes and depicted the young couple’s smiling faces, glances, and dance poses in the heat of passion, capturing all the shyness and abandon of love at its peak. Some quick-witted ones even promptly launched song and dance musicals, staging the romantic history of a secret aristocratic love affair, with singing and dancing and drums and music filling the air.

People discussed it with relish, adding spice to the tale. Even the nursery rhymes on the street corners sang: “Piano whispers, painting sends love; noble lords, forever true.”

The upper crust whispered and gossiped, painting vivid pictures with their words. At the ladies’ afternoon tea parties, at the gentlemen’s racetracks and card tables, the names of Milo and Charlotte were inescapable. Curious, envious, resentful, teasing, scrutinizing, suspicious, this aristocratic romance was not merely gossip but a seismic shift in the power landscape, full of twists and turns, with undercurrents surging.

Count Laurentis immediately announced he was closing his doors to visitors, and Miss Charlotte claimed illness and would not go out. As for Milo, after weathering a wave of the duke’s thunderous rage, he was directly packed into a carriage and sent to a villa in the outskirts to lie low for a while.

A massive carriage built for long journeys traveled along the country road. Heavy crimson curtains hung on all sides, their embroidered edges stitched with gold thread, completely cutting off the noise and scenery of the outside world.

In the center of the black carriage door was a relief of a gilded lion, its fangs bared, fierce and bold. It glinted in the blazing sunlight, its claws seeming to lash out with every jolt of the carriage, so lifelike that one dared not look directly at it.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was intimate and tender, filled with the warm haze of desire. Milo lay reclined on the couch, his dress shirt in disarray on top, his trousers, shoes, and socks gone without a trace below. His legs were bare and spread open, his pale thighs flushed red, covered in fine beads of sweat, crystal clear, soft and inviting.

Kyle was buried deep between the young man’s legs, his face hidden from view, his head moving up and down in an ambiguous rhythm of taking in and releasing. His black hair was slightly disheveled, his clothes still on but wrinkled in many places.

“Mmm…” Milo frowned tightly, carrying the frustration of unfulfilled desire. His cheeks were flushed red, but the left side of his face was swollen high, burning with pain from the slap the duke had dealt him, nearly shattering his teeth. With nowhere to vent his anger, he had dragged Kyle into pleasing him the moment they got in the carriage.

Kyle was clever and obedient, saying nothing, simply lowering himself in silence, his lips tightly wrapped around Milo’s shaft, swallowing and sucking, each pull drawing out swelling arousal, his desire rising high.

“Ah…” Milo tilted his head back, his golden hair spilling across the pillow, his fingers gripping tightly at a corner of the brocade cushion. He moaned aloud, his whole body trembling.

Sensing Milo’s change, Kyle swallowed even more eagerly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, sucking at the fluid seeping from the tip, making obscene sounds.

“Ahh…” Milo involuntarily thrust out his hips, lifting his bottom, his toes digging into the silk bedsheets, whether struggling against the pleasure or yielding to Kyle’s sucking: “Ah… almost…”

But Kyle suddenly released his mouth, switching from sucking to licking, licking slowly and leisurely, light as a feather’s touch, like a winding droplet of water. He licked along the pulsing veins on the shaft, from top to bottom, twisting and turning, light and meticulous.

With a soft sound, Milo went limp, his golden eyes half open, carrying the watery sheen of passion and a petulant pout, his red lips slightly parted as if wanting to curse, yet feeling as if ants were crawling over his lower body, a tingling itch and numbness spreading across his scalp: “Ah… you bastard…”

The moment the words left his mouth, the slit was suddenly brushed by the tip of a tongue. Milo’s body jerked sharply, his waist going soft again, letting out an unbearably sweet and cloying whimper: “Ahh… damn you…”

In response, Kyle quickened his tongue’s licking, sweeping across the tip, sliding down the shaft, teasing the sac, like raindrops falling in a fine and dense patter, beating against the hot arousal, swift and forceful.

“Ahh… no…” Milo cried out, his body curling up, his limbs flailing and scratching wildly among the brocade covers. Electric threads of numbness flickered below, scattered like stars, unending, spreading from his shaft all the way through his body and up to his brain, until even his mind was burning, his voice trembling with urgency: “Idiot… use your mouth…”

Hearing this, Kyle obediently opened his mouth and took it in, but instead sucked on the swollen sac, drawing on it tightly.

“Ahhh… there…” Milo’s body went rigid instantly, his hands gripping the carriage frame above his head, his fingertips white, his legs spasming and shaking, Indistinct whimpering sounds escaping from his throat: “Not there…”

Releasing his mouth, the man panted, his hot breath spraying against the sensitive arousal, yet his tongue circled the sac: “Young master, where is it?”

“Mmm…” Milo’s face was so red it seemed about to drip blood, his eyes swimming with the watery sheen of lust and embarrassment, his lower body standing tall and erect, trembling with emptiness, yet his face twisted, unable to get the words out. After a long while he squeezed out: “You stupid thing… ah…”

Kyle licked the sac wet, mouthful by mouthful, slowly moving upward, sliding to the underside of the head, his tongue circling the coronal ridge, now and then licking across the tip, lapping up the crystal fluid that flowed down.

“…Ahhh… there…” Milo collapsed onto the mattress, yet his body remained taut and shaking, his hands clawing randomly. The tide of desire rose higher and higher, yet never broke into a crashing wave. The surging tide rolled back, layer after layer beating against his nerves, until Milo finally could bear it no longer, his voice carrying a tone that was both angry and pleading: “Hurry up and suck it…”

Kyle finally understood, his lips wrapping around the tip, sucking hard at the head.

“Ahh…” Milo jerked his head back sharply, his body arching into a beautiful curve, his legs shaking violently, the sensitive tip feeling as if caught in a massive whirlpool. A drowning tide of emotion mixed with sharp pleasure crashed over him, and he cried out: “Too hard…”

But Kyle acted as if he heard nothing, sucking even more fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow the entire tender tip whole.

“No, no good…” Milo’s eyes rolled back, struggling instinctively, his delicate foot kicking out and landing on the man’s thick chest, his voice trembling with panic: “Let go, quick…”

Kyle took the cue to pull back, a strong force making a wet popping sound at the last moment, sending the young man into electric convulsions and also halting the advancing wave of desire.

Milo went limp and weak, panting heavily, his eyes hazy and misted over, his face filled with unrestrained lust and helplessness. His whole body was drenched in sweat, trembling with sensitivity, the space between his legs a muddy mess, carrying an inviting sheen and color.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him today, whether his body was failing him or his mood was off, but he simply couldn’t finish. Caught in that agonizing in between, burning with desire, his lust unbearable, his whole body felt wrapped in a layer of flame, hot and restless, soft and weak, flushed and sensitive from being kept in a state of arousal for so long.

He didn’t know how long he and Kyle had been fooling around. He only felt utterly exhausted, his whole body wet and uncomfortable, yet his desire would not subside and found no outlet, churning and surging inside him, flowing and crashing.

Milo tugged open his collar and glanced at Kyle, his gaze carrying the confusion and sullen anger of unfulfilled need. He opened his mouth to say something, but only panted heavily. After a long while he pressed his lips together, his pink tongue sweeping across his moist lips.

As if sensing the young man’s dissatisfaction, Kyle lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the tip, as if kissing the young man’s soft lips, like comfort, like appeasement, peppering the head with repeated kisses, fine and dense, making soft wet sounds, then suddenly sucking hard at the slit.

“Ah!” Milo arched sharply, his legs bending and curling into a ball. Kyle seized the moment and took him in deep, his wet mouth wrapping around the arousal, tight and lingering, swallowing in big gulps, making sounds that would make anyone blush.

“Ahhh!” The sudden onslaught of bold attack made Milo lose control and moan, hugging the man’s head, his legs clamping tight, his waist twitching and writhing involuntarily, as if craving more stimulation.

Seeing Milo dazed and sinking, an indescribable mix of innocence and seduction, Kyle’s dark eyes overflowed with intense amusement, yet he deliberately slowed his pace, moving in and out at varying speeds. He made Milo roll endlessly in the sea of desire, unable to control himself, now and then teasing with his tongue, drowning him in the surging tide of passion, wave after wave of spring tide.

“Ah… ahh…” Milo’s eyes grew wet, almost brimming with tears. This rising and falling, unending surge was more than he could bear. Yet he had no idea Kyle was doing it on purpose, and could only let out soft whimpering sounds of confusion: “Dummy… hurry up… ahh… slow down…”

Milo twisted his waist and swayed his hips, his head tossing from side to side, his slender waist arching up and falling down, his fingertips gripping tight then loosening. He vented his frustration by scratching at the man’s shoulders or pulling his hair, even kicking him with his feet.

His limbs were soft and weak, only the arousal between his legs standing hard and firm, swollen and aching from the continuous stimulation, weeping like a sob with a constant drip of fluid, yet unable to find a thorough and satisfying release.

Admiring Milo’s disoriented and passion-drunk appearance, Kyle sucked and swallowed with varying force, sometimes taking it in deep and sucking hard, making clear sounds. Sometimes swallowing slowly and gently, like a soothing massage of drifting clouds.

His tongue swept and lashed with agility, circling the head, scratching at the coronal ridge, licking and teasing at the slit. He seemed to be working hard, yet his tongue firmly controlled the young man’s rhythm.

The sounds of swallowing and Milo’s moans wove together, like playing a forbidden symphony of lust, or like a puppet manipulated by a tongue, making the young man sometimes go limp and sob, sometimes surge and writhe.

After a stretch of intense and rapid sucking, the man retreated to the tip, holding the now hypersensitive head in his mouth and licking, yet his tongue spun faster and faster, slapping back and forth across the tip like beating wings, stirring up a current of stinging numbness.

“Ahhh!” Milo’s mind went blank with a thunderous roar, passionate tears streaming out, his whole body twitching and convulsing. He reached out trying to push Kyle away from him, crying out in alarm: “Stop… ahhh…”

Kyle sucked even tighter, his tongue pressing against the slit and poking repeatedly, as if trying to draw out more fluid, as if wishing he could burrow inside, hooking and teasing at the tender seam, ravaging and tormenting.

“Stop… stop quick…” Milo screamed, pounding on the man’s back, feeling as if sparks were exploding from the tip, a pinpoint blast of pleasure like fireworks, a thunderous roar shooting straight to the sky, booming and scattering in all directions. He went rigid all at once, throwing his head back and crying out: “Ahhh!”

The second before the young man was about to release, Kyle promptly released his mouth, letting the arousal tremble and weep on its own, holding the young man’s legs as he panted.

Milo went limp like a deflated ball, collapsing soft and weak, drenched in a sweat as if from drowning, panting heavily. After a long while, his eyes half opened, carrying a trace of disappointment: “…Why did you stop…”

“Young master, did you not say to stop?” Kyle tilted his head, silently kissing the delicate inner thigh, imagining the supple texture of biting into it.

“You idiot… hurry up and take it in…” Milo was frantic, his voice carrying a sobbing tone, his words a scolding yet sounding more like a plea.

Kyle once again took the head into his mouth. The arousal had been tormented into slight redness and swelling, trembling violently the moment it was enveloped. The man sucked deeply, slowly pushing forward, sucking deeper and deeper, like a greedy python, swallowing the shaft inch by inch into his mouth.

“Mmm mmm…” Milo’s head snapped back sharply, his hands covering his own mouth, moans of uncontainable pleasure leaking through his fingers. His whole body twisted beyond his control, instinctively fleeing from this overwhelming stimulation, yet even more desperate to flee the endless torture of desire, forcing himself to endure the devouring of pleasure as if punishing himself.

The man slowly swallowed to the depths, until everything was taken in, his breath spraying against the young man’s base, his throat encircling the head, swallowing in a massaging motion, the inner walls of his mouth tightly wrapping around the root at the same time, his lips rising and falling, a dense spread of stimulation washing over the shaft, his lips and tongue mixed with saliva gurgling and sucking, stirring and shaking.

Milo felt as if he were about to be eaten alive, caught in a drowning whirlpool, as if being twisted, crushed, and churned in a massive wave of pleasure. His eyes rolled back, his ears buzzed, his body drawn taut like a bow, spasming and shaking all over, finally unable to withstand it and falling backward, releasing his mouth to scream:

“No… I can’t take it…”

Kyle sucked fiercely, feeling the arousal pulse in his mouth, a surging flood about to burst forth, when his tongue suddenly darted to the slit and pressed hard against the onrushing tide.

“Ahhh!” Milo’s whole body shuddered with electricity, every inch of muscle throbbing and convulsing, as if some massive energy was surging through him, wreaking havoc in every cell.

Then he went limp and collapsed, his limbs spread open, panting heavily as if he had survived a disaster. His shaft still stood erect and trembling, swollen and upright, his sac twitching and contracting, forcibly accepting the tide of passion that had flowed back.

Kyle raised his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, admiring Milo’s dazed and softened appearance. His dress shirt was almost soaked through and transparent, revealing the tempting fruit beneath. His delicate little face was covered in tear tracks and saliva, disheveled yet endearing.

His shaft had suffered ravagement, yet stood red and erect, tender and moist, gorgeous and dripping, trembling even from a puff of breath, fragile yet alluring. Kyle said in a hoarse voice: “Young master, can’t you finish?”

“You bastard…” Milo’s consciousness was hazy and drifting, his voice broken and hoarse with unfulfilled desire, crystal tears still hanging on his face, pitiful yet alluring, stubbornly saying: “Who says I can’t finish… stop talking so much and do your job…”

Kyle raised his eyes, his gaze sincere yet flashing with a strange dark gleam, his breath faintly spraying against the young man’s legs: “There are other methods that can help you, young master. Would you like to try?”