Werebeast Gongs CH 062 Using Each Other
Moya stood up, patted his hands, and walked over to Berg with a pondering expression. "Berg, when I saved you back then, it was just a coincidence. You don't need to take it to heart."
At the time, Moya had been following the river downstream when he reached the sea. He found traces of blood on the rocks, and his first thought was that it might be Lei Jin. Following the trail, he discovered Berg hiding under a cliff by the shore. Berg's body was covered in wounds, as if something had torn into him, leaving him bloodied and with barely any intact skin. Moya had never seen the merfolk before, but he knew they existed in the legends of the mainland, so he wasn't particularly surprised. He decided to save him.
Having lived in the wild for so long, werebeasts knew a thing or two about medicinal herbs. Moya carried Berg to the cave they were now in, cleaned his wounds with fresh water, and then went out to gather some herbs to stop the bleeding. He mashed them up and applied them to Berg's injuries.
Although Berg's wounds looked severe, most were superficial and hadn't damaged his bones or tendons. Within a few days, the injuries began to heal, and he was almost back to normal. Moya, worried about missing his meeting with his brother and Lei Jin, was eager to head to the river mouth. However, Berg insisted on accompanying him. During their time waiting at the river mouth, they happened to meet Hao Yang, who had come to deliver Xiya's message. They hurried to the Tiger Tribe's territory, where they witnessed the events that had unfolded earlier.
Although Moya had mentally prepared himself, seeing it in person was another matter entirely. Still, no matter what, his brother was still his brother, and Lei Jin was still the person he loved. That couldn't be changed. Now that he had sorted out his feelings, it was time to reunite with them.
What Moya didn't know was when Berg had started developing these feelings. According to Berg himself, he was also a male merfolk. A male werebeast from the Leopard Tribe and a male merfolk—what a ridiculous idea. Moya was certain he hadn't done anything to give Berg the wrong impression.
"Is this your final decision?" Berg asked, his face dark as he stood at the cave entrance, arms crossed. The rain blowing in had soaked half his body, but he seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed on Moya, searching for any sign of hesitation.
But he found none. Deep within Moya's emerald-green eyes was an unmistakable resolve.
Berg's golden eyes flickered, and suddenly he smiled, as if letting go. "It seems there's no way to keep you here. Rest well tonight. I'll come see you off tomorrow."
"Where will you go tonight?" Moya asked. They had stayed here together before. Hadn't Berg said he couldn't go home yet?
"It's been a long time since I went back. Since you're leaving, I should go back to take a look too," Berg said casually, waving his hand. He turned and stepped into the storm, his slender figure quickly disappearing into the night.
"You'll see Moya soon," Xiya said, his hands roaming over Lei Jin's body, igniting sparks wherever they touched.
"Why are you suddenly bringing him up?" Lei Jin asked, unsure if it was his imagination, but since his injury, his body seemed to have become more sensitive. Just Xiya's fingers moving over him made him tremble.
"Once you see him, will you no longer let me get close to you? Will we no longer have any connection?" Xiya's heart was filled with thoughts of Lei Jin leaving and only caring about Moya. His jealousy was almost unbearable.
"What do you think our relationship is? We're just using each other," Lei Jin replied. He had thought about it before—why did Rong Chuan's touch disgust him, while Xiya's didn't? In the end, Lei Jin came to a surprising conclusion: perhaps because he had spent more time with Xiya, familiarity made things easier.
"Using each other, huh?" Xiya chuckled softly, his brow furrowing. Suddenly, he changed direction, cupping the back of Lei Jin's head and kissing him fiercely until Lei Jin was gasping for air, kicking out in protest, but ultimately unable to resist.
"If we're just using each other, then you'll have to satisfy my needs too," Xiya said, swiftly pulling off Lei Jin's pants, lifting his hips, and draping his legs over his shoulders. Under their mutual gaze, Xiya's hardened member slowly pushed into Lei Jin. At first, it wasn't easy, but Xiya managed to get most of the way in.
"Get out..." Lei Jin wanted to slap Xiya, the pain was unbearable.
Xiya, of course, ignored him, thrusting into Lei Jin with force.
After one round, still unsatisfied, Xiya pulled Lei Jin onto his lap and did it again. Under Xiya's relentless movements, Lei Jin reached his peak, his release spilling out, while Xiya’s spurted deep inside Lei Jin's walls.
Lei Jin, unable to resist, simply closed his eyes, refusing to look at Xiya. Xiya, clearly not planning to let him off tonight, didn't do much more, but he bit and kissed Lei Jin all over, even leaving two bite marks along the crease of his inner thighs.
Exhausted, Lei Jin soon fell into a deep sleep. Xiya quietly got up to fetch some hot water, but when he opened the door, he found a basin of steaming water already waiting there.
Hao Chen, wrapped in a robe, was sitting in the main room, a pine oil lamp on the table. Seeing Xiya, he beckoned him over. "Xiya, come here. I want to talk to you." He glanced at Xiya's hastily thrown-on clothes, still disheveled, and smiled. "Young people have energy, but you should still take it easy."
Xiya respected Hao Chen, recognizing him as a reasonable man who genuinely cared for Lei Jin. He felt a rare sense of embarrassment. "I'll be more careful next time."
Hao Chen knew that when a male werebeast said such things, there was little guarantee, but he felt it was worth a reminder. "I heard from Jing Ping that Lei Jin is the shared mate of you three brothers?"
Xiya nodded, not denying it.
"I really like Lei Jin's personality—bold, reasonable, independent, and strong. If you hadn't come, I likely would have already agreed to let Jing Yue form a bond with him."
Xiya put on his most harmless smile, waiting for Hao Chen to continue.
Seeing this, Hao Chen mentally wrote off his son's chances. How could Jing Yue ever compete with Xiya?
"Since all three of you love him and have decided to share him, you should know that he can't give each of you an equal share of his affection. I'm not your elder, so maybe you won't like hearing this," Hao Chen said, not hiding the fact that he had overheard everything.
Xiya, realizing that Hao Chen genuinely cared about their future, straightened up, a hint of bitterness in his voice. "I'm not forcing him to divide his love equally. I just want a place in his heart."
"How do you know you don't already have a place? I'm not sure if Lei Jin has fallen for you yet, but he definitely cares about you to some extent."
Xiya sat down, pulling his stool closer to Hao Chen. Suddenly, his throat felt dry, and he poured himself a bowl of water to drink before asking, "Are you serious?"
"This isn't the first time you two have been together, is it?" Hao Chen asked, suddenly changing the subject.
"A few times," Xiya replied vaguely.
"If he truly didn't care about you at all, would he let you do as you please?" Hao Chen pointed out the key issue.
"But that's because..." How could he explain? That it was because of the jade mugwort Jing Yue had mistakenly given Lei Jin, and that their relationship had started with Xiya forcing himself on Lei Jin?
"Are you going to say it's because you forced him?" Although Hao Chen didn't know the full story, he had a rough idea of what Xiya was trying to say.
Xiya remained silent, tacitly admitting it.
Hao Chen stood up, stretching his limbs. The late-night rain had brought a chill. He looked at Xiya and said, "I won't say much else, but take Rong Chuan, for example. If he had forced himself on Lei Jin like you did, no matter how well he treated him afterward, do you think Lei Jin would have treated him the same way he treats you?"
Xiya didn't even want to think about it. With Lei Jin's fiery temper, even if Rong Chuan had been trying to help him through the effects of the jade mugwort, Lei Jin would have skinned him alive afterward. So, did that mean Lei Jin did care about Xiya, even just a little? That there was still hope for him?
Hao Chen noticed a hint of joy appearing on his face, unlike before. Although they had just shared the most intimate moment, when Xiya stepped out, his expression carried traces of frustration and helplessness.
"Think it over carefully and treat Lei Jin better," Hao Chen said, leaving these words behind before opening the door and walking out.
Xiya faintly heard Kun Ge waiting outside, saying, "You always have so much to worry about."
Hao Chen sighed. "If our first female son had survived, he would be old enough to have a bonding ceremony by now."
"Don't think about it. If you like Lei Jin, just treat him as our own son. That kid's stubbornness is a lot like yours. I like him too."
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Xiya didn't have time to dwell on it. Lei Jin was still lying naked on the bed. He quickly brought the water in, cleaning Lei Jin's front thoroughly before turning him over. The darkness didn't hinder Xiya's sharp vision. The small entrance seemed to breathe, opening and closing slightly, with traces of white fluid seeping out. The sight made Xiya want to take Lei Jin again, but reason held him back. In the end, he painfully restrained himself, though his lower body was beyond control. He undid his recently fastened pants, pressing against Lei Jin's entrance and releasing himself. Afterward, he cleaned Lei Jin again, but left his own essence inside.
The heavy rain lasted for five or six days before finally stopping. During that time, Xiya and Lei Jin stayed at Jing Ping's house.
The rice-hulling tool Jing Ping had invented, though simple, was quite effective. However, when used with too much force, the mortar would shift. Lei Jin suggested partially burying the mortar in the ground to stabilize it.
Inspired by Jing Ping, Lei Jin remembered something else. He vaguely recalled seeing a foot-operated rice-hulling device before, though he couldn't remember the details. Still, Jing Ping was thrilled, saying that by the next time Lei Jin visited, he would have figured out how to make a foot-operated hulling tool.
Lei Jin just smiled, not responding. Whether he would return or not was still up in the air.
Seeing that the rain had delayed Lei Jin's departure, Hao Chen busied himself making him some clothes. Using some camel wool and silk thread, he wove fabric and made Lei Jin two pairs of pants and a shirt. Lei Jin wasn't particularly concerned with comfort, and his original clothes, made of coarse linen, had been a bit scratchy but bearable. However, when he put on the clothes Hao Chen had made, the difference was immediate—soft and comfortable, they made him feel at ease.
Lei Jin tried on one set, thinking he would give the other pair to Roger. He was sure Roger would appreciate the comfort.
When the rain finally stopped, Lei Jin and Xiya prepared to continue their journey. Hao Chen packed them some dried meat and a bag of rice. As they left, both Jing Ping and Hao Chen had tears in their eyes.
But when they reached the meeting point, Moya was nowhere to be found.