Werebeast Gongs CH 134 Rong Chuan Side Story
Ever since Rong Chuan had outright rejected Jing Yue’s suggestion of a werebeast mate, his papa had been sitting silently at the cave entrance, refusing dinner.
"Papa." Rong Chuan brought over a bowl of stewed meat. He glanced towards Lei Jin’s cave, bustling with people and lively activity, then back at his own desolate, cold corner. He wasn’t happy living in this deserted valley either, but the thought of Jing Tang made him prefer solitude.
Seeing him holding the bowl persistently, his papa’s heart softened, and he finally took it. But he sighed deeply. "Rong Chuan, I’m not forcing you into anything. It’s just… you’re over twenty now. You need to make decisions. I’m old. Dying alone in this valley is fine. But you? Are you going to live with me your whole life?"
Rong Chuan crouched, head in his hands, silent. He understood these truths.
When Jing Yue mentioned the candidate today, he knew it was Jing Tang. After all, the tribe only sheltered that one lone werebeast. Who else could it be? Ugly as sin, but strong as an ox.
Rong Chuan had always dreamed of marrying a beautiful female. His looks weren’t bad, but his reputation for laziness and gluttony was terrible. No beautiful female in the tribe would glance his way, let alone average ones. Only Lei Jin was willing to talk to him, but he already had three werebeast mates.
His papa knew his son’s heart best. He continued, "Forget about Lei Jin. Look at his three werebeasts. Can you beat any one of them?"
"Him? I gave up long ago." Such a fierce female, always threatening him with knives—he was afraid he’d die in bed one day! Besides, he couldn’t perform with females anymore.
"Then what do you want? Females won’t have you, werebeasts won’t either. It’s rare the Chief softened his stance." While the Chief couldn’t decide everything, his approval usually meant no one objected.
"Papa, you don’t understand. Jing Tang and I have… history." Rong Chuan was forced to tell the truth.
"What history? I’ve never heard of it." His papa was skeptical. Jing Tang was a lone werebeast, kept to himself, living in the most remote corner of the tribe. What history could he have with Rong Chuan?
"History, that’s all." Rong Chuan instinctively covered his backside, mumbling vaguely.
For once, Rong Chuan wasn’t lying. The grudge with Jing Tang went back years. After adulthood, with no females interested, Rong Chuan developed a habit of secretly following pretty females. No one else noticed, but Jing Tang caught him several times and taught him a few lessons in private.
Jing Tang was strong. Rong Chuan couldn’t win, so he just took the beatings. But he couldn’t kick the stalking habit. Once, caught again, Rong Chuan braced for another beating. To his surprise, Jing Tang said nothing, just hoisted him over his shoulder, carried him home, and spent the entire night relentlessly driving into him, leaving Rong Chuan unable to get out of bed for three days.
From then on, every time he was caught, he got the same treatment. Rong Chuan went from kicking and screaming to gradually finding pleasure in it. Sometimes, he’d even deliberately pass by Jing Tang’s door, hoping to be caught and taken inside for some fun.
This secret affair lasted over two years, until the day his papa dragged him to the mountains to harvest wild rice. Seeing Jing Ping and Lei Jin reignited his twisted desires. Taking advantage of Lei Jin being alone, he did that thing. Later, when he and his papa were banished, Jing Tang stood by the roadside, arms crossed, watching them coldly without a word. That’s when Rong Chuan knew it was truly over between them. He never expected Jing Tang to step forward now.
Rong Chuan wouldn’t relent, and his papa couldn’t force him. He just sighed incessantly. His nights became restless. He dreamed of his papa’s increasingly aged face, Jing Tang’s cold gaze, and sometimes Lei Jin. After all, he’d thought life in the valley wouldn’t be so bad if Lei Jin stayed. But Lei Jin was leaving. The thought of being utterly alone in this deserted valley after his papa was gone jolted him awake in a cold sweat.
After several days like this, Rong Chuan finally made up his mind. He had to return to the tribe first. As for Jing Tang… they could discuss things later.
He and his papa packed their belongings and left the valley. To his shock, Jing Tang was waiting outside. But that already unpleasant face was now dark and scowling, making him look even more terrifying. His papa even took a step back in fright.
Jing Tang glanced at them expressionlessly and took their bundles.
The old family house was still there, though dilapidated after three or four years of neglect. Inside, however, it was surprisingly clean, seemingly just tidied up.
Finally back in the tribe, Rong Chuan’s papa visibly relaxed. He packed a large bag of dried goods and went door-to-door delivering them to neighbors.
"Planning to live here, or at my place?" Jing Tang asked bluntly, sitting unceremoniously on Rong Chuan’s bed. It was his first sentence of the day.
"I’ll live at home," Rong Chuan answered stiffly.
Jing Tang laughed strangely and said, "When I'm fucking you, remember to keep your mouth shut, don't scare your papa."
A shiver ran down Rong Chuan’s spine, remembering the fiery passion of their past encounters. He took two steps closer, tentatively suggesting, "Or… I could stay with you?"
Jing Tang just grunted.
Rong Chuan knew that meant agreement. For some reason, his heart surged with wild joy, though he dared not show it.
Becoming bonded mates between two werebeasts wasn’t as elaborate as the ceremony for a werebeast and a female. It just needed a simple formality to let the tribe know.
Jing Tang was an outsider, so he had no relatives in the tribe. Rong Chuan was disliked by everyone. So, just three days after Rong Chuan’s return, they prepared a simple meal. Luckily, Jing Tang had a few good friends, and Jing Yue and Mu Yue graced them with half a sack of grain. Their relationship was thus settled.
They lived in Jing Tang’s small house, far from other houses. The nights were quiet—something Rong Chuan knew well. Back then, they’d fooled around in the yard without ever being caught. But half a month passed, and they slept in the same bed without a single thing happening. Rong Chuan couldn’t perform anymore, but the desire was still there. Especially every night, smelling Jing Tang’s scent, his body burned. He initiated contact a few times, but the moment he got close, Jing Tang would ruthlessly kick him away.
Each kick was accompanied by scolds: "Scum like you, why weren’t you beaten to death? Why don’t you just die?"
At those times, Rong Chuan would sit on the floor hugging his knees, letting Jing Tang scold his fill without retorting. He’d drift off leaning against the bed, only to wake up in bed the next morning.
After a few such incidents, Rong Chuan wasn’t stupid. He realized Jing Tang didn’t truly hate him. So, he resolved to properly please Jing Tang. As a werebeast, he joined the hunts again. No longer slacking off, he used his game to trade for jade mugwort from Mu Yue. At first, Mu Yue thought he was targeting females again and refused to give him any. Rong Chuan had to confess it was for personal use before Mu Yue reluctantly handed some over.
One of Jing Tang’s friends was digging a vegetable cellar, and Rong Chuan went to help. He returned after dinner feeling troubled. His friend had introduced him to a female today—a rare one unafraid of the scars on his face.
"Jing Tang," his friend had said, "are you really going to spend your life with that Rong Chuan? He’s useless—lazy, idle. Helping him back to the tribe is kindness enough. He used to live off his papa; are you going to support him now? Finding a female is the right path. Have your own children in a few years. That’s how you build a life."
He wasn’t unmoved. Thinking of the person in his house—what was good about him? Incorrigible, leering at every female he saw. Besides being wild in bed, was there a single redeeming quality?
"You’re back. Did you eat?" Rong Chuan offered a flattering smile, trying to please.
Jing Tang shoved him aside and walked straight in. After a few steps, he stopped, his back to Rong Chuan. "Go back to your own place tomorrow."
Rong Chuan froze. "Why?"
Jing Tang turned, looking at him with disgust. "I found a female to bond with. You’re in the way."
"But… but didn’t you just bond with me?"
"I only helped you back out of past feelings. Did you think you could cling to me forever?" Jing Tang ignored Rong Chuan’s visibly paling face. Keeping him meant constantly guarding against him drooling over females or running off to mess around with other werebeasts—his character was well known. Better to cut it clean now than face that later.
"When do you want me to go?" Rong Chuan asked, scraping his foot on the ground, head lowered.
"The sooner the better." Jing Tang threw down the words and went to the back to fetch water for a bath.
He waited outside for a while. The moonlight was cool and clear. Hearing the door open and close again, he knew Rong Chuan must have left. He should feel relieved, rid of such a burden. Yet, he couldn’t find any lightness in his heart. He thought he’d go back to sleep and forget that person completely when he woke.
But as soon as he entered the house, he found that he had overestimated Rong Chuan's thickness of skin. Who else could it be if it wasn't Rong Chuan who was lying on the bed with his ass in the air, and teasing his hole with his fingers?
"What are you doing, Rong Chuan?" Jing Tang asked even though he felt his lower half rapidly fill out and become hot.
Startled by the yell, Rong Chuan's hand slipped and directly pushed the jade mugwort paste deeper.
"Ah..." The cold stimulation made him shiver and groan involuntarily.
Jing Tang stared at that twitching hole, his eyes darkened, and he reached out to touch it. The fingers from both of them pressed and kneaded the skin around it together.
Rong Chuan looked back at him, pulled out his fingers, and spread his cheeks apart with his hands. Twisting his waist he moved closer, and let the other play with him at will.
Jing Tang's eyes were red, from anger at Rong Chuan and even more at himself. He hit and spanked Rong Chuan's buttocks, causing Rong Chuan to crawl around naked on the bed in pain and begging for mercy. Only then did he loosen his belt.
"What else are you going to do?" Rong Chuan asked in tears, huddled in a corner. He wanted to seduce him, but he didn't expect to be beaten up.
"Fuck you."
"I don't want it anymore."
"It's not up to you."
Although Rong Chuan had lubricated beforehand, Jing Tang's movements were too rough, so the skin was torn almost as soon as he entered, and bright red warm blood flowed along the part where the two were connected.
Rong Chuan wanted to scream in pain but couldn't. His body just softened and started to play dead on the bed. But Jing Tang didn't care about that. He used Rong Chuan's body, manhandling it to change angles and thrusted fiercely. He bit his lips violently and cursed, "From now on, if you dare to go out and mess around again, I’ll deal with you. I’ll fuck you to death."
Rong Chuan screamed and clamped his legs together. The two of them bit and tangled with each other on the bed like wild beasts. Since that day, Jing Tang never mentioned chasing Rong Chuan away again, and Rong Chuan lived there peacefully. He only thought about females occasionally, but Jing Tang could satisfy him most of the time.
Jing Tang often complained about Rong Chuan's shameless and pathetic thirst to be fucked, but he thought in his heart that since Rong Chuan was his, of course he had to be responsible for feeding him. There was no other way, who asked him to fall for such a bastard?