The Villainous Male Supporting Character Courts Death Every Day : Chapter 26

In the bathroom, steam filled the air, hazy as if veiled by a layer of gauze. Milo, thoroughly drunk, leaned half against the edge of the bath, eyes tightly shut, his blond hair clinging wetly to his face and shoulders. His fair skin flushed a vivid crimson, glowing beautifully, delicate and translucent in the watery light.

Kyle stood outside the bath with a towel, wiping him down. When he reached between Milo’s legs, the young man let out a soft whimper, and flames instantly ignited in Kyle’s eyes. His movements grew even gentler.

Milo, however, clung to him, half dreaming and half drunk, biting at Kyle’s neck and tugging wildly at the man’s shirt. His small wet hands burned with heat, and everywhere they touched kindled sparks. Kyle kept his face taut, applying pressure with his hands to press the boy against his chest, forcing himself to continue his work.

The young master’s eyes half opened, his gaze unfocused, his whole body burning red as if on fire. He lay softly against the man’s broad chest, appearing docile, yet his tongue lapped at the soaked fabric of the shirt, lightly tracing the shape of a scar beneath.

Kyle sucked in a breath, conceding defeat. He wrapped the towel around the boy’s body, lifted him out of the bathroom, and strode quickly toward the bed.

By now Milo had wrapped around him like an octopus, squirming in the man’s arms, his head nuzzling about. His small mouth was like a baby bird waiting to be fed, constantly licking, pecking, and sucking at the man’s neck, chin, and ear.

Kyle could no longer control himself. With a low growl, he pressed the boy onto the bed and kissed him deeply, stirring the sweet liquid, drawing in the fragrance. At the same time, one hand fondled the young buds on the boy’s chest, teasing them wantonly. The other hand slid toward his soft bottom, kneading it forcefully.

“Ah…” Milo moaned sweetly. The alcohol made him more sensitive and more unrestrained. Their lips and tongues intertwined, his waist swaying, every muscle in his body trembling with arousal, burning hot. His swollen desire stood tall, rubbing against the man’s abdomen.

Kyle’s breathing grew heavy. His tongue toyed with the greedy pink tongue while he deftly stripped off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. The veins on his hands bulged as he suddenly gripped the boy’s buttocks, pulling his body flush against his own. His hardness pressed against the tender jade stem, rubbing against it fiercely.

“Ah… ah… ugh…” The stimulation below made Milo moan helplessly, but the next second he was silenced again as the invader tangled with him roughly, stirring deeply. The soaring numbness made his legs instinctively want to close, but the man held them apart. He could only wrap them around the man’s strong waist, trembling in waves.

Kyle’s movements grew bolder. Night after night of the young master’s drunken tangling with him had whetted his appetite; he could never get enough. He freely caressed the boy’s skin, played with his sensitive spots, licked every inch of his honeyed moisture, as if trying to merge him into himself, yet he could never be satisfied.

His hips thrust, their desires grinding together. The pink tip oozed crystal droplets, soaking both swollen members until they were slick. The man grasped both their arousals in one hand, stroking and rubbing them together, water and lust mingling, flames blazing, spreading waves of tingling pleasure.

“Ah…” Milo threw his head back, both hands pressing against the headboard, his body arching as if trying to escape. The crimson buds on his chest caught the eye, tempting and mouthwatering. The man took one into his mouth, sucking with wet sounds.

“Ah… ah…” Milo’s body curled up again like a shrimp, his hands clutching the man’s head, whether pushing away or welcoming, his toes tensed in a curve. He seemed to struggle in fire, seemed to drown in water.

The man turned his head, now sucking and biting one side, now licking the other, teasing and tasting with relish. Meanwhile his large hand flew, constantly stroking, igniting the flames until they soared.

“Ah…” His member swelled further from the friction, desire climbing higher, until finally his whole body tensed and milky fluid gushed out, spurting across their pressed together arousals.

Kyle rewarded him with licking kisses on the boy’s lips, yet his hand still moved nimbly, pressing the softened tenderness against his own massive desire, continuing to stroke.

“Ugh… ah… ah…” Milo whimpered. The place that had just reached climax was extremely sensitive; how could it withstand this stimulation? Surging currents raced through his whole body, even his spine going weak and numb. He reached out to stop it, but both wrists were caught in one large hand and pinned above his head.

“No… no…” Milo shook his head desperately, too drunk to know north from south, too lost in lust to resist. He could only twist and struggle in the sharp pleasure, yet instead he repeatedly offered up the two fruits on his chest to the predator’s mouth, and his lower body pressed even closer, swaying and rubbing.

Kyle soothed him with sucking and licking, the two stiffened peaks, the collarbone, the neck, leaving winding trails of crystal moisture and scattered red marks on the delicate skin. Yet one hand still held the boy’s wrists down without question, while the other kept stroking, fiercely and relentlessly, fanning the sparks into a wildfire.

“Ugh… ah…” Milo’s eyes went wide, his golden pupils unfocused, his mouth gaping as he trembled and convulsed beneath the man. Yet his arousal gradually swelled again, glistening with lewd fluid, standing tall and proud in the man’s hand.

“No…” Excess saliva spilled down, flowing across his snowy neck. The young man’s eyes rolled back halfway, his waist jerking upward, his member twitching as he reached the peak once more. The next second he collapsed, his whole body still shuddering with lingering aftershocks.

The man’s weapon burned even hotter and harder, his assault showing no sign of fading. He struck and rubbed against the shrinking, wet softness, making the jade stem twitch and jump, yet it was trapped in his palm with nowhere to escape.

“Ah… go away… ugh…” Milo sobbed, struggling like a drowning man, his body dancing wildly, his legs kicking about. His protests and pleas were all swallowed by lips and tongue, while his lower body was forced to endure the continuous invasion and scraping of desire. His whole body seemed to explode like bursting sparks, pleasure roaring like thunder, lightning racing through him, wildfire burning through every inch until even his marrow was consumed.

Kyle’s breathing grew even heavier. He sucked the pink lips, then sucked the small tongue, holding it in his mouth to toy with. His hand moved faster and faster, teasing their desires, skillfully driving the tide of lust, forcing the boy to emit more breaths that set the blood racing.

“Ah… ah… ah…” Milo’s eyes rolled back, his whole body convulsing, pushed once more toward a surging climax, reaching the peak. His eyes glazed, tongue lolling out, short successive peaks leaving him limp as mud, saliva flowing freely, his whole person like a broken doll, limbs spread wide for the taking.

“The young master is so sensitive…” The man finally released his hold, licking at the boy’s buds. The young man had long since lost himself in ecstasy, responding with nothing but instinctive shudders.

Kyle sat up, leaning against the headboard. He pulled the boy into his arms, seating him face to face across his own body, one arm around his waist, the other hand, sticky with arousal, reaching toward the secret hole between his buttocks.

Two fingers probed out, pressing into the pink entrance. The flesh inside immediately wrapped around them, squirming and clenching, biting down on the fingers in rhythmic contractions.

“The young master is already so soft here… so hungry for me…” Satisfied with the days of training, Kyle bit the young master’s ear, his fingers skillfully exploring new territory. With a curl of his knuckle, he touched the sensitive prostate, and the dazed boy suddenly jerked, crying out.

The young master is amazing here… so tight… so hot… I want to enter so badly…

His fingers jabbed and pressed against that spot without stopping, as if pushing the boy toward the summit, striking again and again at the tide of desire, drumming up a storm.

“Ah…” In his daze, Milo felt he was melting, pleasure pulsing in his lower abdomen. He was too spent to stand tall again, struggling in the waves of lust, swelling and stiffening with difficulty, trembling precariously, as if even the last drop of essence was being squeezed out.

“The young master is so cute… hard again so quickly…” Kyle’s gaze was entranced. Ignoring the beauty’s struggles, he pressed the sensitive spot even more forcefully, while his other hand fondled the boy’s arousal, tracing circles around the tip with the wetness gathered at the slit.

“Ugh… ugh… ah… ah…” Overwhelming pleasure drowned the boy. Even his voice took on a sobbing tone. If not for the alcohol, he would surely be begging loudly by now. Unfortunately he could not even manage to beg, only forced to sink in his drunken dream, enduring the torment of desire.

Kyle looked at Milo’s delirious state and laughed lowly, a twisted pleasure surging in his heart. His fingers pressed the sensitive spot even faster, while using the sword calluses on his knuckles to rub against the slit.

“No… ah…” Milo was taut as stone yet juicy as water, fragrant sweat pouring down, tears welling and spilling, pink tongue thrust out, saliva spreading, his lower body oozing stickiness.

Finally a surge of spring mud rose abruptly, a high moan escaping as he released once more. This time his member could only spit out a few thin streams of semen. Then the boy seemed drained of all strength, collapsing in the man’s arms, whimpering and sobbing.

“The young master came again… so lewd, my lewd young master…” Kyle kissed Milo’s face with tender affection, licking his tears, his voice gentle yet dangerous: “…Shall we go one more time?”

Milo was too drunk to know anything, yet trembled lightly in his dream, his lashes fluttering like a cowering kitten, pitiful and endearing.

Kyle laughed lowly, dark light flashing in his black eyes. He lightly kissed Milo’s moist lips, his tongue probing into the young master’s mouth, tangling with the pink tongue, drawing in the sweet fluid, then licking Milo’s earlobe, his voice hoarse and coaxing: “It does not matter if the young master cannot release anymore… this time we will not touch the front…”

Milo closed his eyes, unconsciously moaning.

Kyle’s eyes darkened. His fingers suddenly accelerated, madly stimulating the sensitive spot, while he nuzzled and rubbed against the boy’s neck, feeling the young man tremble and convulse in his arms, feeling every inch of his skin burn and quiver under his control.

The boy’s whole body went limp, only able to hang on the man’s body like a small boat in a storm, helplessly tossed about in the surging waves. Tears poured out, sobbing moans Intermittently from his red lips.

“Young master… cum from your bottom…” Kyle’s eyes were filled with blazing madness. He stretched out his tongue to lick the tears from his face, his tone gentle yet bewitching. His fingers thrust even more violently, stabbing repeatedly at the sensitive spot.

“Ah… no… I can’t…” The intense stimulation forced the boy to scream in his dream, soul stirring, his sobbing pleas only making one want to bully him more.

“Young master, you can do it…” His fingers thrust even more fiercely, concentrating their attack on the sensitive core, while his other hand pinched the buttocks, kneading the plump soft flesh to his heart’s content: “You are so wanton…”

Milo shook his head ceaselessly in his dream, choking and sobbing, yet was pushed toward the peak by wave after wave of lust. Finally his whole body arched, screaming loudly: “Ahhhhhh…”

Seeing the boy’s soft and spent state after climax, the man finally showed mercy. His fingers slowly withdrew, and he put the fingers dripping with lewd fluid into Milo’s mouth, teasing the pink tongue, biting his ear and murmuring: “The young master is amazing, you really did cum from your bottom…”

Milo hiccupped and sobbed, growing ever more drowsy, his red lips half open, laxly allowing the knuckles to play with him, his bones radiating sensuality, like a pool of spring mud.

Seeing this, the man grew even more excited. He turned the boy over, making him lie face down on the bed, both hands kneading the soft bottom, kneading it wantonly, shaping the buttocks into various forms.

His burning weapon pressed against the snowy buttocks, rubbing between the soft cleft. His fingers pinched and kneaded hard, feeling the bouncy plumpness, yet his fingertips unconsciously drifted toward the chrysanthemum bud, lightly touching the swollen entrance.

Kyle’s gaze burned with heat, his voice low and intimate: “Young master… open your eyes and look at me… watch how I enter you…”

The young man had no consciousness left, only keeping his eyes tightly shut, humming and whimpering at the harassment behind him. Kyle’s brow furrowed tightly, fine sweat covering him, his voice hoarse with restraint: “Not yet… it is not time yet…”

His fingers left the chrysanthemum petals, gripping the fleshy buttocks to knead them forcefully, ravaging them wantonly, as if venting his suppressed desire, as if savoring the pleasure of domination.

Kyle closed his eyes, threw his head back, his strong waist thrusting, his massive member rubbing between the thighs, grinding faster and faster. The round snowy buttocks rippled with flesh waves, the fair skin covered in red marks, whether from pinching or from rubbing.

Finally, Steward Kyle grunted, and milky fluid gushed out, shooting all over the boy’s buttocks, covering the red mark covered softness with a layer of white mud.

“Young master, you must witness with your own eyes our union…” Kyle panted heavily, kissing the boy’s beautiful back, murmuring: “Wait for me a little longer, it will be soon…”