Werebeast Gongs CH 118 Pain And Pleasure
After his bath, Lei Jin pulled out the new clothes Mingya had worn on his coming-of-age day from the closet and put them on. The grayish-white top wasn’t particularly eye-catching, but the fabric was unexpectedly soft. Mingya had folded it meticulously, and since it had only been worn once, the creases were still crisp.
According to tribal customs, even the most frugal families would make new clothes for their young werebeasts when they came of age. If they didn’t survive the transition, these would serve as burial garments. If they succeeded, they could wear them again during bonding ceremonies.
Mingya was now slightly taller than Lei Jin. Roger had ordered the clothes a bit large at the time, but on Lei Jin, the hem barely reached his thighs, leaving his long legs completely bare. With every step, glimpses of what lay between his legs flickered into view.
Mingya stood rigidly by the door, swallowing hard as his heart pounded violently. He knew he shouldn’t stay, but his feet refused to move. The door was right behind him—one turn and he could leave. Yet from the moment they returned home until now, with Lei Jin already bathed, he hadn’t taken a single step.
"Go take a bath." Lei Jin emerged, drying his damp hair, and raised an eyebrow at Mingya’s dazed expression. He had to verbally command him.
Mingya’s mind was blank. At Lei Jin’s words, he hurried into the inner room. The bathwater was still warm. Stripping hastily, he plunged in, his body heating up at the thought that Lei Jin had just soaked in this same tub.
"Make sure you wash there thoroughly." Lei Jin walked in with a large cup of plain water, smirking.
"O-okay." Mingya nodded reflexively before realizing what Lei Jin meant. His entire body turned red like a boiled lobster.
"I’ll inspect it later. Clean it properly." Lei Jin strode over, glanced below the water’s surface, and noted Mingya’s already eager state. As if fanning the flames wasn’t enough, he took a sip of water, tilted Mingya’s chin up, and fed it to him with his mouth. Then he licked the lingering wetness from Mingya’s jaw, teasing, "Your mouth is dry. Want another sip?"
Mingya frantically nodded, then shook his head, wishing he could sink into the water entirely. The fire in his belly burned so fiercely he wanted to pin Lei Jin down and have his way with him.
Lei Jin gave him a knowing look and decided to back off—for now. The room was chilly, so he stoked the brazier to avoid freezing to death later.
Werebeast vision allowed them to see clearly even in dim light. Mingya’s heavy breaths filled the room as he stared fixedly at Lei Jin’s back. When Lei Jin crouched to tend the fire, the hem of his shirt rode up, revealing the pale curve of his buttocks—and the hidden cleft between them, twitching faintly with each movement. Mingya shuddered, unable to look away.
Lei Jin could feel that scorching gaze. His legs felt weak already, but for tonight’s goal, he had to endure it. There’ll be plenty of time to settle the score later.
The plain water tasted bland. What Lei Jin really needed was strong liquor to dull his senses and push through what came next.
In bed, he was a hedonist. If being on top felt good, he stayed on top. If bottoming brought more pleasure, he wouldn’t refuse outright. With Xiya and Moya, it was fine—but with Mingya, an inexplicable dissonance lingered. And tonight, he was the one initiating.
When Mingya rushed out after his bath, he found Lei Jin perched on a bench, one leg bent, lost in thought—his lower half exposed, his soft length resting between his thighs.
Mingya took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, to little effect. He edged closer, tentatively sitting beside Lei Jin, then leaned in to press trembling kisses to his neck—eyes closed, reverent and focused.
In that moment, Lei Jin realized it wasn’t such a big deal. He’d already committed to these three for life—overthinking was exhausting. Seeing Mingya’s clumsy earnestness, he chuckled lowly, hooked an arm around Mingya’s neck, and pulled him close.
"So eager to have me?" he murmured against Mingya’s lips.
Mingya’s breathing turned ragged, his fingers digging into Lei Jin’s shoulders. His blue eyes glistened with unshed tears.
Lei Jin kissed him deeply, savoring the youth’s clean, sweet taste. By the time they parted, both were panting.
Mingya’s hands roamed under Lei Jin’s shirt, calloused palms scraping deliciously over his skin before dipping lower, teasing the cleft between his cheeks. Lei Jin bit back a moan, then pulled Mingya over and straddled his lap—grinding down deliberately on the hard length beneath him.
"Mingya," he breathed into Mingya’s ear, "you’re sweating. Need another bath?"
Tears spilled from Mingya’s lashes as he broke down, clutching Lei Jin’s waist. "Please, Lei Jin… Let me have you. I’ll listen to you, never look at another female—only you, just you…"
Lei Jin finally relaxed. "You mean it? No more bringing home females for bonding ceremonies?"
"Never, never!" Mingya sobbed against Lei Jin’s chest, his lips working open the ties of Lei Jin’s shirt.
"And you’ll go to Chunji for your leg treatments?" Lei Jin wanted all issues resolved tonight.
Mingya lifted tear-filled eyes, then looked away.
Lei Jin’s patience snapped. Yanking Mingya’s pants down, he freed the throbbing hardness and stroked it roughly. Then, bracing on Mingya’s shoulders, he lifted his hips—the tight ring of muscle fluttering before swallowing the tip inch by inch.
"Deeper… Please… It hurts…" Mingya patted Lei Jin’s buttocks pleadingly, his arousal aching unbearably. So hot, so tight…
Lei Jin feigned composure, but taking such girth was no easy feat. His waist trembled, barely supporting him as Mingya thrust upward greedily. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, "Will you go for treatments or not?"
Mingya sucked marks onto Lei Jin’s chest, crying, "My leg won’t heal. Treatments won’t help. I can’t protect you anymore."
Arguing with someone this stubborn was pointless. Lei Jin smacked Mingya’s arms. "Fine. No treatments, no sex. Let me go." He made to pull away.
Mingya instantly locked his arms around Lei Jin’s waist, whimpering, "Don’t leave! I just… I was scared you wouldn't want me if my leg couldn't heal and I couldn’t protect you!"
Lei Jin scoffed. "When did I ever say that? You played the pity card in the forbidden area, tricked me into being your mate, then turned around and brought someone home!" His anger flared, raining blows on Mingya, who only shielded his face, afraid to let his papa see any marks tomorrow.
Both forgot they were still joined. The movement sent shocks through both, and Mingya—already at his limit—couldn’t hold back. Gripping Lei Jin’s hips, he slammed upward, sheathing himself fully in that slick heat, setting a relentless pace.
"Ah! Slow down, you bastard! Trying to kill me?" Lei Jin gasped, pounding Mingya’s shoulders. But the overwhelming pleasure soon had his legs locking around Mingya’s waist, riding him eagerly.
Once unleashed, Mingya was insatiable. Despite Lei Jin’s kicks and curses, he pinned him to the bench, hiking one leg over his shoulder while the other dangled off the edge. Driving in from above, he filled Lei Jin completely, leaving no space untouched.
Lei Jin arched, clutching the bench legs to stay grounded. Moans spilled from his lips as his body clenched around Mingya, the friction stoking unbearable heat.
Gone was the domineering Lei Jin from earlier. Under Mingya’s relentless thrusts, his eyes glazed over, his movements turning wanton. The sight of his submission—spread open, taking Mingya’s length over and over—made Mingya gradually lose control. The friction also aroused an indescribable pleasure in Lei Jin's body as well.
"Ngh... Mingya..." Lei Jin shouted. The unique sense of dissonance from being under Mingya made his body more sensitive. Just seeing Mingya lift one of his legs and thrust in and out between his own buttocks, spreading the hot and sticky liquid deep into his body, Lei Jin was pushed to the edge, trembling and releasing all over himself.
Mingya, far from done, lifted Lei Jin against the table, bending him over to plunge even deeper from behind. The table creaked under their frenzied rhythm.
Lei Jin, powerless to resist, could only endure the relentless pounding. One fleeting thought crossed his mind, the little guy’s really grown up… Before another angle, another deeper thrust wiped it away.
The night deepened, their ragged breaths and the slick sounds of coupling the only noise in the stillness.
Lei Jin was livid right now. If he’d known this would happen, he’d have let Mingya wallow in self-pity. Who cares if he lives or dies? Let him find someone else—bring home ten females for all I care! He’d have cheered them on, maybe even dragged them to the bonding ceremony himself.
But it was too late. Who could he blame? Himself, for acting too fast. After "resolving" Mingya that night, he’d promptly sent Luka packing. Now, all he wanted was to skin Mingya alive and turn his hide into a rug.
Since that night, Mingya had reverted to his obedient self—but developed an insatiable appetite. The moment Grapes fell asleep, he’d pounce, alternating between whining and pretending to be pitiful. They’d done it on the bed, the floor, in corners, on windowsills—with Xiya and Moya away, the entire house had become their playground.
At first, Lei Jin humored him. But Mingya’s stamina was inhuman—going half the night until even Lei Jin, with his iron constitution, was drained. When feigning disinterest failed, Mingya still found ways to coax one or two rounds out of him. Now, Lei Jin felt utterly hollowed out.
"Lei Jin… I saw violets blooming on the plains today…" Mingya’s voice dwindled under Lei Jin’s glare. Cradling Grapes, he inched closer, blinking nervously. "Are you mad? Lei Jin?"
Lei Jin’s expression softened slightly—though "friendly" was still out of reach. "Where did you take Grapes this early?"
"He woke up, and I didn’t want to disturb you. The morning air’s nice, like you said." Mingya dared to tug Lei Jin’s sleeve. "Don’t be angry. Next time, if you say stop, I’ll stop. Okay?"
A snort came from the doorway. Mura walked in, struggling to keep a straight face. "Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But I have good news!"
He paused dramatically. Lei Jin ignored him, but Mingya—ever the simpleton—bit. "What news, Brother Mura?"
"The spring hunting party’s returning soon!"
Mingya brightened, bouncing Grapes in his arms. "So our Dads and Elder and Second Brother are coming home?"
“Yeah, my dad is coming home too.”
"En, Uncle An Bu too. Grapes, your youngest dad is so happy. Everyone is going to come home safe." Mingya kissed Grapes’ forehead. "Your Daddy Xiya and Daddy Moya are back! Aren’t you happy?"
"He doesn’t understand," Lei Jin muttered, though his own spirits lifted. At least they’re safe.
“Yes he does, right, Grapes?”
Little Grapes waved his arms and giggled brightly, revealing his gums.
"Eh? Did you feed Grapes anything?" White specks dotted the baby’s gums.
"Just milk fruit juice." Mingya said honestly.
Lei Jin wiped his hands and coaxed Grapes to open his mouth. Two tiny white bumps protruded from the lower gums. He touched them—hard—and only then he realized with delight.
"Grapes’s teething!" he exclaimed.
Mingya and Mura also wanted to see, but Lei Jin was afraid that they would scare Grapes, so he took him in his arms and said with a smile, "Don't fight over it, you two. My son doesn't even dare to open his mouth." But he put his fingers in and touched him without any hesitation. When he was done, he nodded proudly and said, "En, my son will be able to eat meat soon. Let's go have breakfast and tell your Grandpa Roger the good news." When he said this, Lei Jin laughed. Roger, who looked to be in his early thirties, being called grandpa. It was funny just thinking about it.
It was a nice day today, with bright sunshine and warm breeze.
Mingya held Lei Jin's hand, pointed at the scattered yellow flowers growing close to the ground on the grassland, and said, "Lei Jin, those are ground lilies. Every year when the ground lilies bloom on the grassland, spring is coming soon."
The ice on the creek had broken, and the clear water was flowing happily past their doorstep. Occasionally, small fish could be seen flipping in the silver waves and jumping high out of the water, breaking the tranquility of the scene.
"In just over a month, when the grass on the grassland is green, the animals will migrate north and we will have enough food." Mura clapped his hands excitedly.
The south wind started to blow, spring should really be coming soon, Lei Jin thought.