Werebeast Gongs CH 093 Happy National Day (Part 1)
"You two were sneakily feasting without calling me? I'm mad." As he spoke, Xiya stripped off his clothes and pressed close, one hand sliding between Lei Jin's spread legs to grasp his front, squeezing lightly. "Bastard... don't... it hurts..." Lei Jin struggled violently, but Xiya's scorching heat rubbed insistently against his entrance, the dripping tip attempting to push in.
"Relax, I'm not going in yet." He knew Lei Jin couldn't handle both of them at once.
"Mmm... stop moving..." Moya groaned, kneading Lei Jin's tempting buttocks as he adjusted his angle, driving in deeper.
"Ah... ah..." After countless thrusts, Lei Jin felt hot liquid gush inside him, his body going limp from the overwhelming sensation.
The moment Moya pulled out, leaving him empty, Lei Jin barely had time to react before Xiya lifted his right leg and slammed in to the hilt.
The stimulation of being filled to the root made Lei Jin tremble all over, instinctively clenching tight around Xiya.
"Relax... I can't even move like this..." Xiya bit the earlobe right in front of him, breathing heavily.
"Nngh... ah... slower..." Lei Jin reached back to grip Xiya's neck, trying to relax, but Xiya immediately picked up a rapid pace.
Moya, holding Lei Jin's slender waist from the front, was already hard again, his scorching heat rubbing against Lei Jin's inner thigh as he hungrily sucked marks along his collarbone.
"Ah..." The only sounds Lei Jin could make were broken moans.
A wet, hot tongue licking at his ankle dragged Lei Jin's hazy mind back to reality. Though the room was dark, the unmistakable silver-white fur told him it was Mingya.
"Mingya... get out..." Lei Jin tried to shoo him away, but Xiya's powerful thrusts made his words come out fragmented, robbing them of any authority.
"Mingya won't go." Mingya pouted.
Even without seeing, Lei Jin knew what Mingya was about to do and shouted, "Don't you dare cry—"
Torn between crying and holding back, Mingya stared at Lei Jin's increasingly dazed expression as his eldest brother pounded into him, then lowered his head and took Lei Jin's toes into his mouth.
"Stop... nngh..."
The room was soon filled with nothing but the sounds of passion and unrestrained moans.
After two rounds, Lei Jin felt like his bones had been disassembled. Once cleaned up, Moya straightened the messy bed.
"All of you, get out. I'm sleeping alone tonight." Lei Jin wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, his voice hoarse as he unceremoniously kicked them out. If this kept up, he wasn't sure he'd survive long enough to make it home.
"Lei Jin, Mingya wants to sleep with you." Mingya stood stubbornly by the bed, refusing to leave.
Lei Jin sighed internally, rubbing his temples. He wanted to refuse, but with Mingya's coming-of-age ceremony approaching, he relented. "Fine, but just sleeping. No moving around."
"Okay!" Mingya nodded vigorously.
"Get in." Lei Jin lifted a corner of the blanket.
"Let's go get some sleep too." Xiya patted Moya's shoulder, watching their little brother eagerly climb into bed and snuggle contentedly against Lei Jin. Though he and Moya had gotten their fill earlier while Mingya got nothing, it was hard to say who envied whom more.
Mingya clamped his legs together, squirming uncomfortably.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Half-dozing, Lei Jin felt the little guy shifting restlessly beside him.
"N-nothing... Mingya's going to sleep now." But that place felt swollen and unbearably uncomfortable.
"Sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow for the temple." Lei Jin absently stroked the fur along Mingya's back.
The familiar motion made Mingya stare at Lei Jin in a daze. It had been so long since Lei Jin had held him like this—not since his eldest and second brothers had entered the picture.
"Mingya's mate..." Mingya whispered.
"Mmm... sleep." Lei Jin responded automatically, not really hearing what was said. His breathing soon steadied into sleep.
"Mingya likes you." Mingya lightly licked Lei Jin's neck and murmured, "Like you the most. Your hugs are so warm."
The next morning, when Lei Jin woke, Mingya was already gone, but the blanket was tucked tightly around him, not a single draft slipping in. The gloomy sky outside made him think it was still early, but when he pushed open the window, he saw that though the rain was light, the wind was fierce, bending the grass on the distant plains. Heavy storm clouds hung oppressively low.
Breakfast time had long passed, but a large bowl of steamed egg custard was still warm in the pot.
"Is Berg awake?" Lei Jin stood to the side, eating his custard while Roger and Moya sorted through the supplies Moya had brought back. The pile in the main room was mountain-high. Though he knew werebeasts had impressive carrying capacity, seeing this much still made Lei Jin genuinely envious of their stamina.
"He woke up this morning, fed the baby, and then they both went back to sleep." Roger set aside a bundle of fur pelts and answered in passing.
"Ah, I'll take a look." Lei Jin cracked open the door to Berg's room.
Berg happened to glance over at that moment, their eyes meeting. Berg was the first to look away—after his "heartfelt" deathbed speech to Lei Jin, he’d rather have actually died than face his ribbing now. He swore to himself that if Lei Jin dared mock him now, he’d deny everything to the death. Roger wouldn’t side with Lei Jin anyway.
But Lei Jin just sauntered in with that infuriating smirk, not mentioning the incident at all.
Berg, who’d braced for battle, deflated like a punctured balloon. With Lei Jin’s ambiguous attitude, he could neither swallow his pride nor spit it out, leaving him stewing in frustration.
Perhaps sensing his agitation, the baby in his arms whimpered and opened his eyes. Spotting Lei Jin, he waved his tiny arms excitedly, babbling, "Ya ya ya!"
Berg poked the baby’s soft cheek indignantly. "I’m your dad."
Remembering the baby’s ear-splitting cries from yesterday, Lei Jin kept his distance to spare his eardrums.
But the merbaby refused to give up, its big navy-blue eyes round as it stared at Lei Jin, babbling incessantly.
"Lei Jin, what did you do to my son?" Berg glared from the bed. After all his effort, his child was cozying up to an outsider.
Lei Jin was just as baffled. Ignoring the jealous new father, he pondered—was this like imprinting? Had the baby fixated on him as his parent after seeing him first? Not that he could ask the tiny thing directly.
Speaking of which, "baby" wasn’t a proper name. "Did you name the little... er, baby yet?"
Berg hadn’t expected that to be Lei Jin’s opening line and blanked for a second before answering honestly, "No." Then, as if possessed, he added, "Got any ideas?"
Lei Jin took another bite of custard and said, "How about Bubbles?" The first time he’d seen the little one, he had been blowing bubbles inside his egg.
"What kind of name is that?" Berg spluttered. Couldn’t Lei Jin pick something normal? Who named their kid Bubbles?
"I think it’s cute. Bubbles for a nickname—you can pick the formal name." Lei Jin waved a hand, decreeing the merbaby’s name on the spot. Seeing Berg’s protest, he raised a brow. "Didn’t a certain someone give this baby to me?"
Blatant blackmail! Berg gritted his teeth and forced out, "Bubbles is... unique. Fine."
Satisfied with Berg’s compliance, Lei Jin nodded and turned serious. "Moya heard someone in the Tiger Tribe is offering generous rewards to find a golden merfolk. You know who that is, right?"
Berg went cold all over. It had to be that man. His dad, knowing he couldn’t protect him, wouldn’t make such a public search. Only he would flaunt his power like this.
"You’re safe here. We won’t throw you out." Lei Jin didn’t know—or care—about Berg’s history with Lan Qi. Moya and the others felt the same. He was just passing the message.
"Lei Jin..." Berg called as he turned to leave.
"I’ve said what I needed to." He had no interest in seeing a grown man’s teary gratitude—it wasn’t like a beautiful woman’s pitiful look, which might at least be appetizing.
Lei Jin focused on his custard. A bit cold now, but the eggs were tender and not the least bit fishy.
Berg patted the listless baby—no, Bubbles now—in his arms, kissing his little cheek. "Bubbles, your Daddy Lei Jin gave you this name. It’s awful, but... I’m starting to dislike him less. You like him too, don’t you? Want to be his son as well?"
Bubbles grinned toothlessly.
Berg studied the child. Though his features resembled his own, those navy-blue eyes were his through and through. He’d once joked about passing Bubbles off as Moya’s to spite Lei Jin, but the eye color and birth timeline would give it away.
By the time Lei Jin stepped out, Roger and Moya had roughly sorted the supplies: three large sacks of rice, a big bag of fabric, two sacks of charcoal, and other miscellaneous items.
"What’s in here?" Lei Jin set down his empty bowl and effortlessly hefted one of the bags.
Moya took it from him, testing its weight. "Dried fruits from the mountains. Bought a few varieties—see if any suit your taste."
"Dried fruits?"
"Fresh fruit’s scarce in winter. These are for you and Papa to snack on."
"Pfft, you treating me like a kid?" Stocking up on treats for him?
"Just take a look." If only snacks could make you stay. But I doubt anything we do will keep you.
Lei Jin opened the large outer bag to find several smaller ones inside, filled with pine nuts, walnuts, chestnuts, sunflower seeds, and assorted dried fruits.
"Wait, what did you trade for these?"
"Some pelts and wheat from home. The rest we bought."
"Bought? I’ve never seen money here." Not once in all this time.
Moya didn’t understand what Lei Jin meant by "money."
Roger fished out a fingernail-sized green gem and placed it in Lei Jin’s palm. "Here, gems and precious metals are used for trade. But within tribes, bartering is more common."
Another bag held two camel-colored fur scarves for Roger and Lei Jin—soft, smooth, and finely textured. Moya explained they were made from cloud rats, creatures living in the northern cold regions, their dense fur excellent against wind.
"Why is there cotton here? And small pelts? Wow, this fabric’s soft." Lei Jin held up a piece just the right size for swaddling a baby. "Perfect for Bubbles."
"Bubbles?" Roger echoed.
"The merbaby. I named him Bubbles."
Of course you did, Roger thought. Only you’d pick something that weird.
"But this is too much." Lei Jin counted seven or eight pelts. Given their quality, they couldn’t have been cheap, yet Moya hadn’t hesitated.
Moya brought over two cups of hot water, handing one to Roger and the other to Lei Jin. "Stop fussing. Your injury just healed—don’t overexert yourself."
"This little bit? How is it exhausting?" Lei Jin rolled his eyes.
Moya tucked a stray lock of hair behind Lei Jin’s ear and smiled. "It’s almost done. You and Father relax. After lunch, I’ll take you to get some winter clothes made. Elder Brother’s are too big on you."
Lei Jin glanced down at his oversized tunic—the hem too long, the sleeves drooping, the whole thing swallowing him whole like a child playing dress-up. All these years of growth, wasted. Why do werebeasts have to be so damn tall? It was downright demoralizing.
After lunch, the rain continued. Moya and Lei Jin donned straw cloaks and took the pelts to Qi Luo’s house. They’d considered having Roger’s clothes made too, but Roger declined, saying he still had plenty from previous years. Moya left two pelts for him anyway.
Qi Luo’s mother, Su Rui, was one of the best tailors in the Leopard Tribe. Every early autumn, people flocked to him with game in exchange for his skills.
With the rain making it inconvenient to bring fresh prey, and since the two families were close, Moya suggested they could bring the gifts when picking up the clothes later.
After Qi Luo's bonding ceremony, Su Rui had moved into the new house as well. When they arrived, Qi Luo was nowhere to be seen, but Jia He was sitting under the eaves, skinning a deer.
Seeing them enter, Jia He set down his knife and stood up. His demeanor wasn’t warm, but it couldn’t be called cold either. "Looking for Papa? He’s in the east room sewing. I’ll take you there."
Moya nodded. "Thank you, Jia He."
Jia He paused, glancing at them before finally saying, "You don’t need to be so polite." Qi Luo was close with Xiya’s family, and Jia He didn’t want to make things awkward for him. Besides, he didn’t truly dislike them—after all, Jia Nuo’s one-sided feelings for Xiya had never been a formal arrangement.
Moya gave a faint smile, silently acknowledging his words.
Lei Jin, however, noticed Jia He’s slightly stiff gait. Wait… was it really what he thought? This tall, cold-faced Jia He didn’t seem like the type to be the bottom in the relationship.
Since Jia He had always disliked him, Lei Jin decided to guve him a good probing.
Moya took one look at the mischievous glint in Lei Jin’s eyes and knew trouble was coming. Sure enough, in the next second, Lei Jin strode forward and gave Jia He’s waist a hearty slap, feigning camaraderie. "Jia He, I never got to congratulate you on your bonding ceremony!"
Jia He, caught off guard, stumbled and thudded onto the ground, momentarily stunned.
No way. Who knew Qi Luo was so… skilled? Lei Jin silently admired his work before extending a hand with exaggerated concern. "Jia He, what happened? Here, let me help you up."
Unaware of Lei Jin’s mischief, Jia He assumed it was an accident. Besides, a werebeast making a fuss over a female’s actions would be laughable, so he took Lei Jin’s hand and stood.
Moya watched everything unfold, silently offering Jia He his sympathy. Who knows what he did to offend Lei Jin? He’s in for it now—Lei Jin never lets grudges go.
They had brought plenty of fabric—some from Moya’s recent trip, plus the cotton cloth from the little chubby wolf’s family. Su Rui said it was enough for three outfits, with leftover scraps for hats, gloves, and shoes.
Su Rui measured Lei Jin with a string, marking the wall with chalk symbols only he understood.
"Uncle Su Rui, how soon can it be ready? If possible, please make one set for him to wear first," Moya said, adjusting Lei Jin’s disheveled clothes from the measuring.
"I can do it myself," Lei Jin swatted his hand away.
Noticing Lei Jin’s ill-fitting clothes, Su Rui replied, "It’ll take four or five days, but I’ll prioritize Lei Jin’s. I’ll finish one set by tomorrow and have Qi Luo deliver it."
While Lei Jin stepped out to put on his raincoat, Moya circled back. With a faint smile, he added, "Uncle Su Rui, make Lei Jin’s clothes a bit looser—especially around the waist and stomach."
Su Rui nodded reflexively. By the time the implication sank in, Moya was already gone.