Mo Yan in the Book 156 - 160 (H)

 

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156 In the castle: 

When Mo Yan realised it, the car was driving up to a medieval looking castle. The familiarity made her anxious, she turned to the driver,

‘Why not Di Mao? Why here?’

But a steward in a tuxedo opened the door, ‘Miss Mo, Mr Xiao ordered that you be brought here.’

After a moment’s hesitation, she got out of the car and followed the steward into the castle. He led her through the familiar hall, down a corridor to the core of the castle. He opened the doors to an opulent room.

‘This is your room. If you require anything, please dial 0 and someone will attend to you at any time of day.’

Mo Yan gave a polite smile in returned, ‘Thank you. I don’t know how to address you…’

‘I am Li, you can call me Li-shushu.’ The housekeeper said kindly, ‘Then I will take my leave, please have a good rest.’

As soon as the Mr. Li closed the door, Mo Yan rushed to call Chu Jinxu, praying that he was alright. Her face was filled with anxiety and worry as the phone kept ringing. He finally picked up.

‘Xu-ge, are you alright? Where are you? Did they do anything to you?’

Hearing her worried questions tugged hard at Jinxu’s heartstrings.

‘Girl, don’t worry. I am back home. They didn’t do anything. How about you? Where are y-?’

‘I’m fine for now. But why don’t you go to France, I’m afraid they’ll…’

‘Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself. I will contact you again, alright?’

They talked a bit more, before she hung up with a heart full of tangles. She didn’t want Xu-ge to fall under the threat of those men again.

Once she was assured of his safety, she was suddenly tired. Her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep.

When Gong Qiye entered her room, he found the beautiful girl curled up asleep in the middle of the bed. His cold face softened. But the insecurity her curled up pose belied made him frown. The phone rang, and he could see the caller was Chu Jinxu, and he was enraged. He resisted the urge to throw the phone across the room, instead, he shut it down.

He traced her pink lips with his fingers, before approaching and kissing her. His powerful tongue pushed through her closed mouth and teeth without hesitation (Zuben: Their tongues must also do dumbbell reps to push through a sleeping person's teeth) Her sweet taste awakened his hunger. He ran his hand up her clothes to stroke her slender waist and abdomen. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her. He peeled her clothes off exposing her delicate body. His eyes were full of lust.

His desire had broken away from his trousers and was exposed to the air. (Zuben: does he do cock push-ups as well?) Clear fluid oozed out of the hole at the top and the strong smell of male musk filled the room. He parted her legs and rubbed his meatstick against her closed petals. Her dew dripped out slowly. Once his large glans was coated with her nectar, he pushed into her narrow flower hole. It was tight and moist, perfectly swallowing his full length. His hot tip reached deep and it the soft entrance at the top.

He growled low, as his eyes narrowed in contentment. He enjoyed the squirming and sucking of her small mouth. He looked down at her, and she was frowning. He slowly began to move.

 

157 Too thirsty

‘Ah~!’

‘Woken up?’ He said in her ear before biting her lobe.

A burst of electric numbness shot up from her flower point.

‘Un~ let me go~’ she cried. But her pitiful tears made him want to hurt her more.

‘Let go of you? So you can run to Chu Jinxu again?’ Qiye grabbed her chin and made her look at him.

‘You’re such a liar, you promised you would wait at home for us. But instead, you run away. Did Chu Jinxu plan this…’

‘No, I wanted to escape.’

Hearing her defend Chu Jinxu, he was filled with anger and jealousy. His expression turned ugly as he grasped her waist and started to fuck her harsly.

‘You’re protecting him, huh? Is he more important than we are?’ (Zuben: Yup)

His cock twitched deep inside her, he pulled out and thrust in with all his strength. In his mind, he wanted to mercilessly fuck her, make her never want to leave them.

It became painful and numb, Mo Yan couldn’t help but cry and beg for mercy,

‘No, ah~ no more~…please stop…’

‘Don’t leave us, Yan’er,’ He whispered as his movements became more powerful. (Zuben: My mommy didn’t love me)

From outside the door, one could hear Qiye’s low roar and Mo Yan’s crying. Under his relentless impact, Mo Yan raised her head and screamed. She couldn’t bear it and fainted.

Muchen entered and immediately took off his clothes.

‘You’re really cruel making our baby faint.’ He said with lust in his eyes. (Zuben: Aww damn! I wanted to make her faint ☹)

‘What about the others?’ Qiye asked stroking her body.

‘Dealing with those who let her escape.’ Muchen said with a smile as he lay on top of her.

Despite her stupor, she couldn’t resist their caresses. Her body had been trained by them. They pushed into her narrow ramps again. Her sweet smooth nectar flowed out from the front and back.

She continued to moan and cry. Tears poured out of her eyes from the pain and discomfort.

If she hadn’t crossed into this world, she would have lived a happy life and never got involved with these men.

Two hot iron bars scraped her inner walls, soft moans were constantly emerging from her mouth, and their hearts were tickled by the sound.

‘Oh, you have begun without us?’ Mu Zeyuan asked mockingly trying to hold down the jealousy, bloodlust and anger in his heart. He watched her fall into lust, and could resist asking cruelly, ‘Do you feel uncomfortable without our love?’

Mo Yan returned to her senses and shook her head. She couldn’t help sobbing,

‘No, I don’t want it~ I don’t~’ she hadn’t slept all night and had been in a state of tension, but they had been all over her all night.

Ye Hanyu glared at Zeyuan and took Mo Yan in his arm to comfort her. He kissed her tearful eyelids, and patted her back.

‘Yes, it’s not Yan’er. It’s A Yuan who is hungry and thirsty. It’s all our fault. We shouldn’t have forced you. Don’t cry…’ he said softly. (Zuben: Typical. Eat your fill then apologise)

[Zuben - The rest of this is in chapter 1 - 3]

158 What makes a good man?

‘I’m not a sex doll. I am a person, I have my own thoughts and desires.’ She cried. Her slender body wracked with sobs.

‘We let you have your own time.’ Muchen replied with a frown.

‘Where ever I go, you’re watching. I can’t say no. I have to satisfy your desires whenever you want. If I don’t run away, I will go crazy.’ She shot back in angry. Her eyes were red, and full of ire.

Yi walked towards her, ‘So, you don’t want to be with us? Why?’

Mo Y narrowed her eyes at him, ‘What about you is good?’

‘We’re rich, handsome, and powerful. You can live with no worries. Any grievances or problems, we can solve them.’ Muchen said trying to convince her.

‘Many people are rich, handsome, and can solve issues. One doesn’t need to be as powerful as you to live happily.’ She replied coolly.

‘All I want is someone to love who would love me, and I don’t have to worry too much.’ (Zuben: What about running your family’s business…?)

Qiye sneered as he said, ‘Is it Chu Jinxu you want to marry? He only sees you as his sister.’

‘And I also see him as my brother.’

Zeyuan weighed in, ‘You don’t know what people are like when they get married. In public they look like the perfect couple, but in private they have mistresses. The wives are crying every day, abandoned in an old mansion.’

‘I think Politician Wang loves his wife.’ (Zuben: Facepalm* Author, Mo Yan has her parents as an example of a loving couple. She doesn’t need to use randos as an example.)

‘I had dinner with Politcian Wang a few days ago, and he was holding his secretary affectionately. People are deceptive.’

‘Then Dong Mingyao’s marriage must be real? He and his wife have shared ten years of misery together.’ (Zuben: Is Mo Yan really supposed to be smart? This conversation has devolved into insipidity)

‘You’ll have to ask A Ye.’ Hanyu said.

Qiye looked at her with tenderness as he replied, ‘Soldiers are loyal to their wives. They would ever look elsewhere for the rest of their lives.’ (Zuben: Snort. A man is a man no matter what uniform he’s wearing)

The moment he finished speaking, the other men’s faces turned ugly and their glares cut into him like sharp knives.

‘Then, it’s fine if I find a simple gentle man.’ (Zuben: Why the fuck are we having this stupid pointless conversation. I don’t want to be with any of you. You’re arseholes. Let me go. Capish. This back and forth accomplishes nothing!)

‘Most men wouldn’t want handouts from their in laws, if they really love you,’ Yi countered, ‘And there were men who will step on you to reach the top. Either way, your parents wouldn’t want to see you suffer.’ (Zuben: I can see that nothing is what is the author is trying to accomplish here)

‘So, what you’re saying is, there are no good men left in the world except you five?’

 

159 Discourse

Qiye sighed and asked softly, ‘What are you worried about?’

‘I…’ Mo Yan lowered her head and her throat felt tight.

Yi switched his phone and showed her the surveillance video of the apartment; she had looked sad as she went to each of their rooms. And then she had sobbed on her bed for hours after.

‘You have feelings for us.’

Muchen looked at her, ‘You were so heartless, deleting all our photos. But it doesn’t matter, we can create more.’

‘You don’t understand…’ She looked up at them, ‘Don’t you find this whole thing abnormal? What would people say about me if someone finds out that I am sleeping with every one of you? They would call me a slut, a nymphomaniac!’

‘Just let me go. Find someone else to do this with. I don’t want to any longer.’

Her expression of pain and self-loathing was bare to them.

But Hanyu stroked her lips, ‘It’s too late. Why do you think that we are fine with possessing you at the same time?’

‘It’s not easy to be the men on top of the food chain in the capital. Other families covet this position and they’re willing to do what it takes to have it. My grandfather was nearly destroyed by another branch of our clan and other families. If it hadn’t been for these four’s elders, we would have lost everything.’ He covered her eyes, not allowing her to see the fear in his (Zuben: rolleyes* Oh they stayed in. They are not used to this.) 

‘The number of corpses that we had to climb over to return to the top was many. But don’t be afraid of us.’ (Zuben: I’m sorry, what does this history lesson have to do with all of you sharing one chick?)

Zeyuan spoke up, ‘Yu aside. All of us have gone through a lot of pain and suffering to take over the reins from our fathers. But power is easy to gain, but it is hard to hold on to. So we decided to build our empires together, share weal and woe. To help raise our descendants, but I haven’t met another woman who I wanted to be with forever.’ (Zuben: Boohoo, poor little rich boys, so sad, so lonely *rolleyes)

‘Because of who we are, there are many women.’ Muchen said pulling Hanyu’s hand away from Mo Yan’s eyes, ‘But they don’t care about us. All they care about is our position in the world and our money. When we meet ordinary girls. it’s fine until they find out who we are, and their greed comes out. We have all been through this. Felt this frustration. But then we met you..’

‘Then I will become greedy and ambitious. Spend your money, max out your cards and be insatiable…’

Yi laughed, ‘If you do that, we’ll be happy. We want you to lose control of your need for us. Whether it is money, power, adoration; we will give it all because it’s you.’ (Zuben: *snore)

 

160 Agreement

‘I need to think…’ she said pulling away from them to rise out of bed. She headed to the bathroom. But Qiye spoke,

‘Yan’er, are you worried about the future? Marrying someone?’

Seeing her trembling body, he could understand what she was worried about. He reached out to her and embraced her.

‘Tell us, if you fall for any of us later.’ (Zuben: You don’t understand. She don’t want any of you. Or maybe she wants all of you…)

‘If you want to get married, I wouldn’t stand in your way.’ Zeyuan said sending a cold sweeping glance at Qiye.

‘How can you be so sure I’m the one who would have a choice of any of you? This is only an impulse for you. When someone fresh comes by, you will throw me away.’

Muchen sighed helplessly, ‘It seems it is hard for you to accept what we’re saying. Why don’t we try this? You stay with us for a while, say, one year. If at the end of the year, you have no feelings for any of us, we’ll let you go. And we promise not to do anything you don’t like in that time.’

‘I…no…’

Seeing that she wanted to refuse, Yi spoke up, ‘Don’t refuse, Yan’er. You’re only twenty-three. We’re in our thirties. Try it first, if you don’t like it at the end, we will let you go.’ (Zuben: thirty isn’t old. And men can still give birth for as long as they live) His fists were clenched tightly in fear that she would still refuse – not give them a chance. But he was even more afraid that she would leave at the end of the year.

Mo Yan was silent for what felt like an eternity. Then she looked up and replied, ‘Fine.’

Joy surged in the men’s hearts; their faces broke out in smiles of relief.

‘But we need to sign an agreement first.’ She announced, causing the smiles to fall from their faces. Her black hair was over her shoulder, her slender neck was marked with blue and purple bruises, but her beauty was calm, cold and dignified.

Her words were like a knife, gently cutting their hearts.

‘Fine.’ Zeyuan said first. His fist was clenched so tightly hiding his bitterness. He found a sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote out the terms of the agreement. After a few minutes, he presented her with it,

‘It’s done. Sign it.’ His voice was gentle.

Mo Yan read it and frowned, ‘Take off the last line, I don’t need anything from you.’ They had added that at the end of the year, if party A wanted to separate from Party B, then party be will provide estate, equity.

Hanyu held her hand trying to persuade her, ‘Just sign it anyway. If you want to give it away, then you can. Please don’t refuse, Yan’er.’

‘Very well,’ she said and signed the agreement.

Zeyuan watched her with a knot in his throat, but he smiled slightly as he handed her another sheet, ‘Here is a duplicate; your copy. Remember to keep it well. Don’t worry, we’re not villains, we wouldn’t steal your copy from you.’ (Zuben: “we’re not villains…” – ha!)

Mo Yan took the copy and signed it.

‘I’m very tired and I want to rest.’

Qiye ruffled her hair, ‘We’ll go. If you need anything, just call us on the internal line, or come to our rooms. We’re also on this floor.’

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