Chapter 10: The First Tongue Kiss
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Zhang City was a city bordering the barbarian lands. The new trade market was located there. Barbarians no longer needed special permits to enter; many merchants were flocking there to do business.
While the Xia Kingdom was rich in resources, the barbarians had peerless jade, livestock, and a massive supply of furs.
Xia Xi had passed through Zhang City on his way to the barbarian lands and had stayed there for a few days; he knew it was a bustling place. Hearing that Chu Lan was taking him there, he felt a spark of excitement.
Cai Huan was the most excited of all. In five years, she had grown from a twelve-year-old girl to a seventeen-year-old woman. Though she had few relatives left in her homeland, the thought of visiting a Xia city made her so happy she couldn't sleep. She dug out her old Xia clothes, only to find she had outgrown them. She pouted, "I can finally go back for a visit, but I can't even fit into my clothes."
Xia Xi smiled. "You were twelve when you came, the same age as Chu Lan. Now you're seventeen. Of course they don't fit."
Cai Huan bit her lip. "Princess, are we going like this? It's not that I dislike the clothes here, but they're so heavy and the patterns are so busy. I'm bored of them."
Barbarian clothing was indeed a bit cumbersome, but Xia Xi preferred it. His body was different from a woman's; he was flat-chested, and the heavy layers helped hide that. He thought for a moment and said, "Princess Hui gave me some clothes before I left. I’ve never worn them. Go try them on; they might fit you." Though Cai Huan wasn't as tall as him, she was only half a head shorter.
Cai Huan excitedly dragged out the heavy crate. Having grown stronger over the years, she managed it easily. When she opened it, she was dazzled by the beautiful garments. She inspected them one by one, praising, "So beautiful! The fabric is exquisite. I've never touched anything this nice. Even after years, the colors haven't faded. Princess Hui was truly good to you."
Xia Xi smiled softly, picturing Princess Hui's beautiful face. To be honest, he had initially felt some resentment about being sent in her place, but he had long since made peace with it.
It was his fate. He couldn't blame others.
"Pick whichever you like," Xia Xi said. The clothes were beautiful feminine dresses, which he didn't care for. He had lived as a boy in the palace and considered himself male, albeit a "special" one. His mother, Consort Qin, had raised him with the hope that he would one day live as a man—a merchant or a farmer. But by nature, his personality was gentle and somewhat frail.
"Thank you, Princess!" Cai Huan chirped.
Chu Lan entered just then, hearing their cheerful chatter. He lightened his steps, eavesdropping for a moment. Most of the time it was just the maid prattling on, with his Queen giving gentle, quiet responses that made his heart warm. He stepped inside. "What’s so funny? Why are you two so happy?"
Cai Huan blushed and took a step back, bowing. "The Princess is gifting me clothes, so I am happy."
Chu Lan looked at the crate of clothes. He picked one up. "Your old clothes?" He rubbed the fabric. "Xia craftsmanship is indeed delicate. These are much better than ours. No wonder you like them."
His tone was casual, but Xia Xi felt a pang of fear. He quickly explained, "It's only because you said we were going to Zhang City. I thought wearing Xia clothing would be more convenient there. It’s nothing else."
Chu Lan raised an eyebrow. "Why so nervous? Did I say anything?"
Xia Xi froze and shook his head. Chu Lan suddenly said, "Put one on for me to see." He rummaged through the box and pulled out a pale yellow gown. "This one."
Xia Xi didn't dare disobey. He took the dress to change. Just as he stepped into the inner chamber, Chu Lan followed him in. Xia Xi’s face paled. He forced a smile. "Chu Lan, I... I am changing..."
With no outsiders present, Chu Lan became much bolder. He looked at him with a hint of grievance. "We are husband and wife. Why can't I watch you change?"
"No... it's not that..." Xia Xi began to sweat, clutching the dress. Chu Lan approached, leaning down to meet his eyes. "What? Do you want me to change you?" He reached out to untie Xia Xi’s belt. His fingers were nimble, and the belt was off in seconds. He murmured, "Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you undressed."
Terrified, Xia Xi turned red and white in turns. As his outer robe began to slide off, he gathered his courage, stepped back, and caught Chu Lan’s hand. He forced a smile. "Chu Lan, you are the King. How can I let you serve me? I’ll do it." He pretended to lay the clothes on the bed to create distance, then turned his back to undress. He was still wearing his inner tunic and trousers. He quickly pulled on the yellow dress, his hands shaking, tying the sash loosely. He composed his face and turned around. "Chu Lan, I’m finished."
He hadn't worn Xia clothes in a long time and didn't know how he looked. But seeing Chu Lan’s face, he knew something was different.
The boy was staring, dazed.
Xia Xi stood awkwardly, blushing under the intense gaze. He looked down at himself. "Chu Lan? What is it?"
"You look... too beautiful," Chu Lan said. He walked closer. At seventeen, he was taller and broader than Xia Xi. He was no longer the little King Xia Xi used to look down upon; his aura was far more powerful. Xia Xi’s heart raced, but he didn't dare move. Chu Lan took his hand, staring at him from inches away. "You look just as beautiful as the first time I saw you. Xi'er, I like you like this."
Xia Xi’s cheeks burned. Chu Lan leaned in, his nose brushing Xia Xi’s. He couldn't help himself and pressed a kiss to Xia Xi’s lips.
They had done this countless times over the past year. Chu Lan kissed him every night—sometimes dozens of times—until his own arousal forced him to pull away. He often wondered why they hadn't conceived a baby yet, and Xia Xi would always comfort him by feigning ignorance. But mere kisses were no longer enough for the youth. He felt a surge in his heart and body that he didn't know how to release.
As their lips met, Chu Lan’s lower belly grew hot. He felt himself hardening to the point of pain. He pressed against the soft lips, wanting more—feeling as though he wanted to swallow Xia Xi whole.
Xia Xi sensed the shift in the boy's breathing. His own breath hitched, and his eyes grew misty. He whispered, "Chu Lan, it's still daytime."
Chu Lan wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close while consciously keeping his lower body at a slight distance—he was still a bit ashamed of his "strange" reaction, even though he desperately wanted to be closer. He looked at Xia Xi’s long lashes and the moisture on his lips. "Daytime doesn't matter," he murmured. "There's no rule saying you can't have a baby during the day. Kiss me again. It's not enough."
He pressed his lips to Xia Xi’s again. Simple friction wasn't enough to soothe the fire in his body. Finally, he opened his mouth and gently bit Xia Xi’s lip.
The bite sent a new, secret thrill through him. It felt like it might vent some of the heat. He didn't want to hurt Xia Xi, so he just nibbled and rubbed his teeth against the lips. Eventually, Xia Xi couldn't take it anymore; his lips parted slightly, and he instinctively licked the boy's lip with his tongue.
Chu Lan had been struggling to restrain himself, but the moment the tongue touched him, he felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. A shiver of pure pleasure raced from his toes to the top of his head. He widened his eyes in delight.
Xia Xi’s eyes widened in shock. The moment he realized what he had done, regret flooded him. He tried to pull back, but Chu Lan gripped the back of his head with a touch of roughness, sticking out his tongue to lick across Xia Xi’s lips.
"Mmph..." A wave of intense pleasure rippled from the point of contact. Xia Xi’s body went soft, nearly failing to support him. He closed his eyes helplessly, enduring his young husband’s fierce licking. When their tongues clumsily tangled, he couldn't help but begin to respond.
This was their first true kiss.
The sensation of a tongue kiss was infinitely better than a simple peck. Chu Lan had finally found an outlet; he plundered Xia Xi’s mouth with force and zero technique—licking his lips, his palate, his teeth, and especially his tongue. Upon tasting the sweetness of Xia Xi’s mouth, the young King swallowed it down like a parched man finding nectar, only to hungrily demand more.
The kiss lasted until Xia Xi was gasping for air. Both were flushed—one look was bashful, the other burning with heat. Chu Lan stared at Xia Xi and suddenly asked, "Is this what it actually takes for you to conceive my baby?
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