Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]-Chapter 224 - Not the real Yunfeng

Yunfeng blinked, his eyes wide as if caught in a sudden spotlight. His heartbeat roared in his ears, each thud echoing louder than the last. The air around them grew thick, heavy with expectation.

"H-Huh... I don’t know what you’re talking about..." he said, his voice breaking on a forced laugh. He smiled awkwardly, trying to shrink under Muchen’s gaze, but it was impossible to hide when he was tied up like this—when everything was laid bare.

But Muchen wasn’t buying it.

His glare darkened. "Don’t you dare try to skid your way out of this," he growled. The sudden edge in his voice made Yunfeng flinch. "You better answer me, Yunfeng."

Before Yunfeng could blink again, Muchen grabbed him by the collar and yanked him forward. Their faces were close—too close—and the intensity in Muchen’s eyes burned through every layer of defense Yunfeng tried to muster.

"I..." Yunfeng whispered, eyes darting to the side, lips trembling slightly.

He tried his usual tactic then—batting his lashes, pressing his lips together in that innocent, playful pout that always got Muchen to sigh and let go. But this time, Muchen didn’t budge.

Yunfeng knew he was in real trouble. He bit his lips. ’what should I say.. ah I’ll use the usual lie.’

So he sighed and said softly sitting up a bit, "I saw it in my dre—"

"Don’t you dare say it was in your dream!" Muchen’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. Yunfeng’s head jerked up at the sheer force of it. "You think I was born yesterday? You think I can’t tell when you’re lying to me?" His hands tightened slightly at Yunfeng’s collar, not out of violence, but out of the sheer desperation boiling inside him.

"Tell me the truth, Yunfeng!" Muchen’s voice trembled now. "Why are you acting like this? What are you so scared of that you can’t even trust me with it?"

Yunfeng stared. For a moment, his mouth parted to speak—but fear twisted around his heart like barbed wire. He couldn’t say it. Not to Muchen.

Because what if Muchen thought he was weird.

What if he thought he was an alien..

What if.. what if Muchen hated his real identity.

What if Muchen wanted to leave him because of this...

He.. he did not want that at all.

Muchen’s jaw clenched. "If you don’t tell me the truth," he said, his voice dangerously low, "I’ll have to resort to my ways of torture."

Yunfeng blinked.

Then, suddenly—inappropriately—he laughed.

"Really?" he said, tilting his head back, exposing the pale column of his throat, the line of his collarbone peeking through the stretch of his collar. He gave Muchen a grin that was half-daring, half-sinful. "I think I’ll like everything you do to me."

Muchen was tricked by this. "You think I won’t do anything to you, huh..." He quickly plucked his backpack from below the bed and took out a gauze.

"What are you going to do with that?" Yunfeng playfully gazed at him, all the while his heart was thudding loudly in his chest. He was trying desperately to distract Muchen from the topic. If he could, he wanted to avoid this talk as much as possible.

Muchen unraveled the gauze and held it up with a smile. "You will regret not squeaking beforehand."

"Come on, show me what you got?" Yunfeng was two parts thrilled and two parts scared by the prospective torture. What he didn’t expect was for Muchen to play dirty. His lover grinned ever so beautiful as he slowly climbed over his lap, sitting over his crotch. Slowly, he started to grind his hips down slowly and sensually whilst peering into his eyes.

His brown pupils like honey melted his heart.

Yunfeng let out a soft moan as he raised his hips up, meeting his movement. "This is a heavenly torture..." he mumbled, gently nipping his lover’s nose.

Muchen let out an evil laugh. "The torture is yet to begin." He quickly pulled Yunfeng’s pants down to reveal a proud arching pole standing up at him. "This is." Muchen quickly tied the root of the pole tightly with the gauze.

Yunfeng’s eyes widened. "What are you doing... huh, Muchen... this doesn’t seem safe..."

Muchen let out a boisterous laugh. "You asked for this." He started to caress the length up and down, gently scratching it with his nails. He gently touched the boubous top with his thumb rubbing the liquid that had already seeped out. "is it torturous enough?"

"This... this is only pleasurable for me. It’s not torture..." Yunfeng said, gulping.

"You will understand it in a while." Muchen grinned wildly.

In about an hour or so, Yunfeng was left crying with snot and tears rolling down his face.

"Ahhh, this is too much. I want to cum, Muchen! Please... please... I can’t..." he cried, tightly gripping the bunk bed post. The metal had warped, but this man hadn’t bothered to use his strength to tear through the flimsy shirt tying his hands up.

Muchen sat back with a grunt, ticking his proud hard-on with his feet.

"You said this is pleasurable."

"It is! But it’s too much!!! I want to cum!!"

"Tell me the truth then." Muchen said with a languid smile.

Yunfeng’s lips trembled as he stared at Muchen. "But... but you have to promise not to hate me," he whispered, voice cracking. "You promise not to leave me..."

His eyes looked so broken.

The usual playful gleam was gone. In its place was fear, real and heavy, clawing its way out from his chest.

Muchen felt his stomach twist. His hand reflexively reached up to brush Yunfeng’s hair away from his damp forehead. "I promise," he said quietly, though a chill had begun to seep into his spine. "Tell me."

Yunfeng let out a shaky sob, his chest heaving with emotion he could no longer hold down. "I’m not from this time," he murmured, biting back another cry. "I’m... not the real Yunfeng. I’m Lin Yunfeng... from the future."