DPM Chapter 21-Wedding Night (2) Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Mozun lowered his head, leaning in towards Wu Xingyun.
Instinctively, Wu Xingyun turned his head away, dodging Mozun’s kiss.
So instead Mozun’s cold lips caressed Wu Xingyun’s cheek, then whispered in his ear: “You dare to avoid again, I’ll announce a new war tomorrow.”
Wu Xingyun stayed motionless, but he glared back at Mozun, black eyes lit with stubbornness, like a wolf pup ready to tear and bite.
The corner of Mozun’s mouth hooked up, he reached for Wu Xingyun’s chin, raising his bride’s face up. “Maybe you feel it’s all unfair, but know who has the power, who has the right to speak! Don’t think about fighting me. You don’t have that strength.”
Closing his lips tightly, Wu Xingyun didn’t speak. His fearful heart beat anxiously, yet obstinately. This was the first time he’d faced an enemy’s provocation without being able to resist. Not only could he not resist, he had to go along with it.
Not because he was scared of the enemy. But to complete the mission.
Mozun’s eyes settled on Wu Xingyun’s face, looking for a long time. The coldness in his eyes gradually melted away, replaced with apparent fascination. Mozun’s body pressed, pinning Wu Xingyun rigid against the door.
Seeing his husband’s face come closer and closer, Wu Xingyun felt a burst of inexplicable nervousness. He knew the other was about to do, yet…he didn’t feel anything other than apprehension.
The sound of Mozun’s voice became indistinct, gentle but unreasonable: “Don’t be afraid, it’s just a kiss……”
Wu Xingyun stayed silent, and then a pair of cool lips covered his.
Thinking it would be like at the wedding, that Mozun would just bump their mouths together, Wu Xingyun was startled when Mozun began to softly suck, then lick. Surprisingly, Mozun’s actions were a little clumsy, but he quickly became proficient. He used his tongue to pry open Wu Xingyun’s lips, probing and diving, the sensations overwhelming Wu Xingyun.
Gasping, Mozun reached out and hugged Wu Xingyun to himself with astonishing strength. Mozun seemed to want to embed them in each other. The kissing grew more eager and ardent, until Wu Xingyun couldn’t hardly breathe. His mind blank, Wu Xingyun just kept telling himself to close his eyes and that it would pass quickly.
However, Mozun slightly loosened his lips, eyes dark with desire, whispering very tenderly: “You know what? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time……Every day, every hour, every moment……You know, I never forgot you……”
Wu Xingyun’s empty brain instructed him to answer honestly: “I don’t know! I didn’t know you before, you……You’ve got the wrong guy?”
Those words hardened Mozun’s gaze in an instant, he stared at Wu Xingyun, then after a moment, his voice turned fierce: “Don’t think to defy, tonight you can’t escape.”
Although Wu Xingyun could be slow in his reactions, he wasn’t stupid. He knew quite clearly that Mozun’s heartbreaking words of love weren’t for him. Maybe Mozun was up to something, or perhaps it was simply that Wu Xingyun was being used as a substitute.
Wu Xingyun didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was—he was there for the sake of the Federation, he couldn’t shame the Federation, and he wouldn’t let the other party insult him on the wedding night.
His tone calm, Wu Xingyun responded: “I’m here and married to you on behalf of the Federation. Based on that, I’ll have sex with you. But if you don’t respect me, or make strange demands, I won’t be satisfied.”
Mozun sneered, his eyes turning redly murderous: “Oh, the Federation is fucking something. For all that, tonight you’re in my hands. Be obedient and don’t move. Or I’ll kill you right now.”
After saying that, Mozun tried to kiss Wu Xingyun again. Contrarily, Wu Xingyun started struggling, anger faintly stirring up his heart. He understood that Mozun’s kisses weren’t out of love, not even friendship. They were only for conquest, control, and turning Wu Xingyun into some kind of pathetic stand-in.
Unfortunately, Mozun was more powerful, easily ripping apart Wu Xingyun’s combat suit, the sounds of wires tearing audible in the air.
A fiery kiss invaded Wu Xingyun’s lips again, the opponent’s dishonest hands roughly and eagerly exploring inside the suit, yet somehow shaky. Like they hadn’t done such a thing for a long time.
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Wu Xingyun’s skin felt the touch of those cold fingers. He quivered all over, knowing undoubtedly that he couldn’t go through with the consummation, especially not as a sorry substitute.
His brain tried to tell him not to attack, no matter what. Nevertheless, the signals got lost.
His instincts took over. At a loss for words, he resolutely punched Mozun in the chest.
With a cry, Mozun retreated a couple steps, even stumbling.
Both men froze, stunned.
Quickly, Wu Xingyun examined his body. His combat suit was completely removed, while his shirt had two buttons torn off. His whole body had only the protection of flimsy fabric, possessing no technological help. A punch from his ordinary hand shouldn’t pose any threat, but…The other side actually staggered?
Eyes widening, Wu Xingyun considered Mozun in disbelief.
Mozun looked back, his malevolent expression turning self-deprecating and ironic. Finally, he collapsed on the ground, laughing.
Wu Xingyun didn’t dare step forward. Who knew what trick Mozun was playing?
Soon enough though, Wu Xingyun saw a wet stain spreading across the front of Mozun’s coat.
“On your wedding night, you knock down your worst enemy. What do you think of that?” Mozun asked from the floor.
Wu Xingyun remained wary. “I don’t know what you’re saying. I don’t think anything.”
Maneuvering to rest against the sofa, Mozun propped himself up on his elbows. “You still don’t understand? Come here, untie my clothes, you’ll understand then……”
A bold guess formed in Wu Xingyun’s mind. Shuffling through all of Mozun’s mystifying performances before and after the wedding, Wu Xingyun regarded Mozun half believing, half doubting.
DPM Chapter 21-Wedding Night (2) Part 1
Translated by Snowfall77
Mozun lowered his head, leaning in towards Wu Xingyun.
Instinctively, Wu Xingyun turned his head away, dodging Mozun’s kiss.
So instead Mozun’s cold lips caressed Wu Xingyun’s cheek, then whispered in his ear: “You dare to avoid again, I’ll announce a new war tomorrow.”
Wu Xingyun stayed motionless, but he glared back at Mozun, black eyes lit with stubbornness, like a wolf pup ready to tear and bite.
The corner of Mozun’s mouth hooked up, he reached for Wu Xingyun’s chin, raising his bride’s face up. “Maybe you feel it’s all unfair, but know who has the power, who has the right to speak! Don’t think about fighting me. You don’t have that strength.”
Closing his lips tightly, Wu Xingyun didn’t speak. His fearful heart beat anxiously, yet obstinately. This was the first time he’d faced an enemy’s provocation without being able to resist. Not only could he not resist, he had to go along with it.
Not because he was scared of the enemy. But to complete the mission.
Mozun’s eyes settled on Wu Xingyun’s face, looking for a long time. The coldness in his eyes gradually melted away, replaced with apparent fascination. Mozun’s body pressed, pinning Wu Xingyun rigid against the door.
Seeing his husband’s face come closer and closer, Wu Xingyun felt a burst of inexplicable nervousness. He knew the other was about to do, yet…he didn’t feel anything other than apprehension.
The sound of Mozun’s voice became indistinct, gentle but unreasonable: “Don’t be afraid, it’s just a kiss……”
Wu Xingyun stayed silent, and then a pair of cool lips covered his.
Thinking it would be like at the wedding, that Mozun would just bump their mouths together, Wu Xingyun was startled when Mozun began to softly suck, then lick. Surprisingly, Mozun’s actions were a little clumsy, but he quickly became proficient. He used his tongue to pry open Wu Xingyun’s lips, probing and diving, the sensations overwhelming Wu Xingyun.
Gasping, Mozun reached out and hugged Wu Xingyun to himself with astonishing strength. Mozun seemed to want to embed them in each other. The kissing grew more eager and ardent, until Wu Xingyun couldn’t hardly breathe. His mind blank, Wu Xingyun just kept telling himself to close his eyes and that it would pass quickly.
However, Mozun slightly loosened his lips, eyes dark with desire, whispering very tenderly: “You know what? I’ve been waiting for you for a long time……Every day, every hour, every moment……You know, I never forgot you……”
Wu Xingyun’s empty brain instructed him to answer honestly: “I don’t know! I didn’t know you before, you……You’ve got the wrong guy?”
Those words hardened Mozun’s gaze in an instant, he stared at Wu Xingyun, then after a moment, his voice turned fierce: “Don’t think to defy, tonight you can’t escape.”
Although Wu Xingyun could be slow in his reactions, he wasn’t stupid. He knew quite clearly that Mozun’s heartbreaking words of love weren’t for him. Maybe Mozun was up to something, or perhaps it was simply that Wu Xingyun was being used as a substitute.
Wu Xingyun didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was—he was there for the sake of the Federation, he couldn’t shame the Federation, and he wouldn’t let the other party insult him on the wedding night.
His tone calm, Wu Xingyun responded: “I’m here and married to you on behalf of the Federation. Based on that, I’ll have sex with you. But if you don’t respect me, or make strange demands, I won’t be satisfied.”
Mozun sneered, his eyes turning redly murderous: “Oh, the Federation is fucking something. For all that, tonight you’re in my hands. Be obedient and don’t move. Or I’ll kill you right now.”
After saying that, Mozun tried to kiss Wu Xingyun again. Contrarily, Wu Xingyun started struggling, anger faintly stirring up his heart. He understood that Mozun’s kisses weren’t out of love, not even friendship. They were only for conquest, control, and turning Wu Xingyun into some kind of pathetic stand-in.
Unfortunately, Mozun was more powerful, easily ripping apart Wu Xingyun’s combat suit, the sounds of wires tearing audible in the air.
A fiery kiss invaded Wu Xingyun’s lips again, the opponent’s dishonest hands roughly and eagerly exploring inside the suit, yet somehow shaky. Like they hadn’t done such a thing for a long time.
""
Wu Xingyun’s skin felt the touch of those cold fingers. He quivered all over, knowing undoubtedly that he couldn’t go through with the consummation, especially not as a sorry substitute.
His brain tried to tell him not to attack, no matter what. Nevertheless, the signals got lost.
His instincts took over. At a loss for words, he resolutely punched Mozun in the chest.
With a cry, Mozun retreated a couple steps, even stumbling.
Both men froze, stunned.
Quickly, Wu Xingyun examined his body. His combat suit was completely removed, while his shirt had two buttons torn off. His whole body had only the protection of flimsy fabric, possessing no technological help. A punch from his ordinary hand shouldn’t pose any threat, but…The other side actually staggered?
Eyes widening, Wu Xingyun considered Mozun in disbelief.
Mozun looked back, his malevolent expression turning self-deprecating and ironic. Finally, he collapsed on the ground, laughing.
Wu Xingyun didn’t dare step forward. Who knew what trick Mozun was playing?
Soon enough though, Wu Xingyun saw a wet stain spreading across the front of Mozun’s coat.
“On your wedding night, you knock down your worst enemy. What do you think of that?” Mozun asked from the floor.
Wu Xingyun remained wary. “I don’t know what you’re saying. I don’t think anything.”
Maneuvering to rest against the sofa, Mozun propped himself up on his elbows. “You still don’t understand? Come here, untie my clothes, you’ll understand then……”
A bold guess formed in Wu Xingyun’s mind. Shuffling through all of Mozun’s mystifying performances before and after the wedding, Wu Xingyun regarded Mozun half believing, half doubting.
