EL Chapter 10

 (M) Chapter 10 - Assaulted

Novel Title: 一屋暗灯 (Ephemeral Light)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 宋谨 (Song Jin -MC), 宋星阑 (Song Xinglan -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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⚠️*TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of abuse and incestious rape. Proceed with caution.

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Regarding why Song Xinglan knew that Song Jin lived here, why he could open the door, and even why he came here tonight, are all no longer important.

What's important is that at this moment, he used a handcuff to shackle Song Jin's wrist.

The hand on the back of the neck suddenly loosened and Song Jin immediately turned around, raising his still unrestrained left hand and tried to punch Song Xinglan in the face.

The faint moonlight blended into the darkness, shining on half of Song Xinglan's face, making it look slightly shiny. He raised his hand to catch Song Jin's fist and with the other hand, he pulled hard on the handcuffs, completely shackling his two hands together amidst Song Jin's painful gasps.

"Song Xinglan!" Song Jin called out lowly and fiercely as Song Xinglan straddled his waist, "What are you trying to do?!"

Song Jin truly had no doubt that Song Xinglan was going to kill him today.

Song Xinglan's hands were on the bed next to Song Jin's ears. He slowly leaned down. Song Jin raised his handcuffed hands against his shoulders. The smell of alcohol became clearer as Song Xinglan got closer. Song Jin's instinctual sense of alertness grew stronger.

He heard Song Xinglan speak, reciting a string of numbers. Song Jin realised it was a licence plate number.

"What?" Song Jin opened his eyes, trying desperately to see Song Xinglan's face clearly. But he could only capture an outline along with the tips of his hair being blown by the fan.

"Didn't your colleague tell you he almost got hit by a car?" Song Xinglan, leaning over Song Jin, asked slowly.

So, the answers about the injury on Tang Min's elbow and about him saying that a car almost hit him, were all revealed at this moment.

Song Jin couldn't even dare to think that this matter was actually related to Song Xinglan.

"Are you crazy, Song Xinglan?!" Song Jin finally reacted. He trembled as he shouted at him, "It's one thing for you to go crazy on me. But what does it have to do with him?!"

As much as Song Xinglan might have had dissatisfaction and malice towards him, Song Jin could understand and bear some of it. However, he couldn't understand why anyone completely unrelated would be involved. There seemed to be no connection between Tang Min and Song Xinglan, neither in terms of people nor events. So, what was the point of doing this? Song Jin couldn't imagine the consequences if something really happened to Tang Min.

"You two have a good relationship, don't you?" Song Xinglan squeezed Song Jin's neck, leaning close to him and whispered, "If something happens to him, will you not be alive anymore? Look, he just fell down and you're already this anxious."

Song Jin didn't know where Song Xinglan's understanding came from. Their ways of thinking seemed to never be on the same page, with perspectives and approaches always worlds apart.

"Because I'm different from you. I won't trouble innocent people," Song Jin said. "Song Xinglan, are you sick in the head?"

"I'm not sick like you. Just like you said, I'm different from you. You're gay, I'm not," Song Xinglan said, tightening his grip on Song Jin's neck, his voice turning more vicious. "He has a girlfriend and wouldn't even look at someone like you. Stop being so despicable. Have some self-respect and stop being shameless whenever you see a man."

It took Song Jin several seconds to understand who Song Xinglan was referring to as ‘he’.

He had always considered Tang Min as only a friend. Unfortunately, in Song Xinglan's eyes, it seemed that anyone who was male could make Song Jin covetous.

He’s crazy. He’s truly crazy.

"Song Xinglan..." Song Jin suddenly fell into a despair from which he couldn't escape. It was like being caught in a huge vortex. No matter how he explained or tried to prove his innocence, it seemed futile.

"Let me go..." Song Jin, with eyes wide open, looked at the silhouette so close yet so indistinct. In the midst of his laboured, intermittent breaths, he struggled to speak. "Can I just leave? I’ll go far away from here."

Song Xinglan didn't respond. He slightly raised one hand. He pushed Song Jin's hands up, pressing them above his head, while the other hand slipped under the thin hem of Song Jin's T-shirt. The cool palm touched his slender waist.

Even though there was no longer any restraint on his neck, Song Jin felt an overwhelming suffocation in that moment. He stiffened. His mouth was slightly opened. But he seemed to feel paralyzed, unable to speak a word. His breathing was so weak it could be ignored.

It wasn't until Song Xinglan's fingers were about to touch his chest that Song Jin snapped out of it. His voice was hoarse, trembling on the verge of collapse, barely audible: "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I’m doing?" Song Xinglan retorted.

With that being said, he flipped Song Jin over. He lifted his T-shirt from behind and then hooked his fingers around the waistband of Song Jin's pants, pulling them down.

It was only at this moment that Song Jin realised that everything before was nothing compared to this.

Insults, hatred, revenge, even that rough kiss, could all be seen as ways for Song Xinglan to vent and punish. Song Jin didn't want to mention them again, nor did he desperately want to avoid them. But he couldn't imagine anything sexual happening between him and Song Xinglan.

It would be better to kill him. Song Xinglan was his own younger brother, after all.

"Song Xinglan!" Song Jin's face was pressed against the pillow, struggling helplessly under Song Xinglan's suppression. He was trembling. "I'm your brother!"

"I'm fucking my own brother, aren't I?" Through Song Jin's underwear, Song Xinglan rubbed his ass. Pressing down on Song Jin's back, he leaned close to his ear and asked, "Aren’t I?"

"Please..." Song Jin's heart was on the verge of exploding. He didn't dare to think about the next moment. He just pleaded desperately, "Song Xinglan, I beg you. Don't do this, I promise I'll never appear in front of you again... I'm begging you..."

"Don't cry." There was a sneering mockery in Song Xinglan's voice. "Ge, wouldn't it be nice for you to be my coming-of-age gift?"

He said, "Don't worry. I won't shred the gift this time."

From the birthday gift that was shredded that year to Song Xinglan's previous statement of ‘disgusting to the point where I want to crush you’, Song Jin finally understood what these meant.

The desire for revenge had been evident from the beginning. But Song Jin had underestimated the extent of Song Xinglan's depravity.

This ‘Ge’ that he heard again after more than a decade was like a blade that severed all reason and morality, with its tip against Song Jin's heart. It pushed him into the abyss.

As Song Xinglan's fingers slipped into the crack of his ass, Song Jin felt something crash down inside of him. The fragments rained down on him, burying him completely.

Song Jin lay on the pillow, half-closed eyes staring blankly and fearfully at the blurry moonlight outside the skylight. His wrists had long been bleeding from his struggles. The smell of blood mixed with the metallic taste of the handcuffs. The cold, icy rust permeating the air.

He would rather Song Xinglan kill him.

The virgin asshole seemed dry and difficult to enter due to instinctive resistance and Song Jin’s body becoming stiff. Song Xinglan clicked his tongue as he pressed Song Jin's waist with one hand. He then took out a condom from his pants pocket. With his teeth, he bit open the sachet, put the condom on his fingers, and used the lubricant in the condom to penetrate Song Jin’s asshole again.

The cold condom wrapped around his fingers and penetrated forcefully. Song Xinglan didn't have the patience to expand the asshole any further. After a few times of poking the hole, he pulled out his fingers and replaced his hot dick at the entrance.

Song Jin thought he had given up hope. But when he felt his brother’s dick touching his asshole, all the sense of shame and betrayal came back to him. He suddenly raised his elbows and struggled to escape. But they were all blocked by Song Xinglan. He tightly held onto his waist and held him in place.

"I beg you..." Song Jin cried, "Song Xinglan, don't do this... Please..."

He rarely cried. But in moments of such desperation, tears were like his precarious self-esteem, those things he barely possessed and didn't want to lose.

His pleading never worked. Song Xinglan pressed his body against Song Jin's back and forcefully pushed his dick into his body.

The dark field of vision seemed to be torn apart, revealing scarlet eyes. Song Jin raised his head suddenly and opened his mouth silently. Tears ran down the side of his eyes and fell on the pillow.

It's too late. Everything is over.

Song Xinglan didn't give him any buffering time. After entering, he started thrusting without hesitation. Song Jin felt like there was a soldering iron penetrating him, which made him feel pain. Every slight friction was a heartbreaking burning pain. It was so painful that he couldn't scream at all. It was so painful that he almost ripped the bedsheets underneath him.

The old bed creaked from the impact, like a groan in the quiet night. Song Jin's back was covered with sweat. It was mostly due to pain. The smooth shoulder blades gleamed with the cold moonlight in the darkness.

It hurt so much that Song Jin suppressed even his despair and hatred. He just wanted to beg Song Xinglan to be gentle.

But Song Jin gritted his teeth and remained silent, letting tears flow all over his face. He didn't reveal even a hint of sobs, let alone a plea.

But Song Xinglan knew Song Jin's pain points too well. While thrusting hard into Song Jin's body, he bit Song Jin's shoulder and asked him, "How does it feel to be fucked by your Didi?"

"Song Jin, listen to the sound below you. How wet."

"Your mother's room is downstairs, right?"

Song Jin never expected that Song Xinglan would mention his mother at this time. One sentence was like a flood weighing a thousand tons, easily breaking through the seemingly solid embankment. It piled up all Song Jin's emotions to the extreme and then they all crashed down in the tide.

But at this moment, when Song Xinglan’s dick rubbed a certain point in the asshole, a terrifying pleasure suddenly rushed up the spine, followed by an almost numb pain that was clear and deep in the bones.

It's like knowing that poppies are poisonous. And then he was being forced to take a sip of the poison and then seeing himself surrender to the hallucination created by the poison. He clearly watched himself sink. He lost himself to the animal instincts of the body and physiology.

His vision was blinded by the darkness. It dispersed its functions to other senses, magnifying every feeling exponentially. It was as if he had fallen into undulating waves of heat. It was intertwined with pleasure and pain, gasps and muffled groans, sweat and tears, grievance and shame. Each of them formed a vortex, penetrating deep into his bones and marrow, trapping him so he couldn't escape.

Song Jin finally bit his lip and whimpered. His voice was hoarse and broken with sobs. It echoed with each of Song Xinglan's movements, clearly marked by humiliation and restraint.

It was sounds like this that could arouse the desire deep in the heart. Song Jin felt that Song Xinglan's strength suddenly increased. After a few times of fierce thrusting, he suddenly pulled out his dick.

Song Jin was turned over again. Song Xinglan lifted his brother’s slender legs and put them in his arms. He then entered him again face to face. Even though the light was too dim for them to look at each other, Song Jin still raised his hands to cover his face. The handcuffs on his wrists made a clattering sound, as if they were humiliating him in another strange way.

Song Xinglan's thrusting became even fiercer every time. Song Jin choked so hard that his heart ached. He cried and gasped for air, trying to clear his chest a little and ease the pain in his heart.

But Song Xinglan just leaned down and folded Song Jin's body in half. He suppressed him harder and kept fucking him while asking: "Ge, do you also scream like this when you are being fucked by other guys?"

"Fuck off..." Song Jin's hoarse voice was full of nasal sounds. His tears flowed violently and his lips were trembling, "Song Xinglan... I will kill you..."

"Why?" Song Xinglan gasped and asked him deliberately, "Don’t you feel good doing it with me?"

Song Jin covered his face tightly with his hands. He hoped that this was just a nightmare. When he opened his eyes again, everything would be fake. He wished he could still live a normal life like every day in the past.

Or he could just die. As long as he doesn't have to face this kind of situation again, death is okay for him.

The dark sky is gradually turning bright. Dawn is approaching.

Through the gaps between his fingers, Song Jin slowly saw the person on his body clearly. The cold and handsome face clearly had a few similarities with himself. But he was naturally good at creating nightmares.

Through the swaying gap, Song Jin's tearful eyes met Song Xinglan's gaze. Those eyes were dark and even the lust in it was tinged with chill.

His asshole was fucked violently. Song Jin felt difficulty breathing due to the intense feeling in his body and the look in Song Xinglan's eyes. After a period of blank consciousness, he finally fainted.

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*Translator’s Note: I think SXL has a mixture of disorders. Delusional (the jealous type), denial, projection, separation anxiety, and blah blah blah. SJ also has his own disorders. Guys, this is what happens when you grow up in a dysfunctional family. I think both their parents are at fault for all this. -K

*GLOSSARY:

• Mama = mom/mommy

• Gege/Ge = (Big) Brother

• Baba = Dad

• Shushu = Uncle

• Ayi = Auntie

• Didi = (Little) Brother

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