EL Chapter 11

 (M) Chapter 11 - A Beast in Heat

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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"Gege... don't go..."

"Song Jin, you’re really disgusting."

"Gege…Gege."

"I'm fucking my own brother, aren't I? Aren't I?"

"Gege..."

“Ge, wouldn't it be nice for you to be my coming-of-age gift"

……

The immature child's voice versus the deep voice of a boy. The four-year-old Song Xinglan versus the eighteen-year-old Song Xinglan. The extreme contrast alternated in the dream. In the end, it was impossible to distinguish the reality from the dream.

Song Jin opened his eyes. His stiff body and the pain he could feel without moving cruelly told him that everything was real.

What was real in the past is also real in the current situation.

Song Jin was lying naked on the bed. His body was covered in bruises and there were obvious blood marks on his hands and wrists.

On the other side of the room, under the slanted skylight, Song Xinglan was smoking as he looked up out of the window. He was also naked.

Song Jin thought that Song Xinglan was drunk last night. Hence, his violence was mostly done impulsively. But he didn't expect that he could still stand in this room and smoke as if nothing had happened instead of leaving after it was over.

The guy was really sober and had gone crazy.

Song Jin pulled up the messy blanket and covered himself as he moved to the corner. He closed his eyes, trying to escape from reality for a short period of time.

He really wanted to kill Song Xinglan. But he knew he couldn't do it.

There were many unexplainable absurd things that could happen in this world. There were also many incomprehensible crazy behaviours that people could do. However, above them all, Song Xinglan, as the culprit, could still stand in front of him regardless of what he had done the night before. It was crazy. Still, Song Jin has no intention of revenge.

Because he knew very well that compared to Song Xinglan, he couldn't use any means to get back at him at all.

The sound of footsteps could be heard. The side of the bed right next to Song Jin’s ears sank. Song Xinglan pressed down on it with one of his hands.

He looked down on Song Jin and asked, "How long are you going to pretend to sleep?"

Song Jin kept his eyes closed and showed no reaction. He was so tired that he could only barely keep breathing. He didn't want to do anything else.

But the smell of tobacco and the body temperature he could feel gradually approaching him made him felt like he was driven to a corner. Song Jin opened his eyes. Song Xinglan's lips halted one centimetre away from his lips.

Song Xinglan laughed: "Don't wanna pretend anymore?"

Song Jin raised his hand and clutched it to his brother’s neck. His fingers trembled. It was not because of force. But it was because of fear.

This is because the expression on Song Xinglan's face didn't change at all. He just looked at him condescendingly.

"Get lost." Song Jin put his hand down and said in a hoarse voice, "Get lost."

Song Xinglan replied with a question instead: "It's eight o'clock. Don't you have any classes today?"

"Get lost." Song Jin closed his eyes and repeated himself.

Warm palms were placed on Song Jin’s shoulders. They then went down the collarbone, like a poisonous snake crawling across the body. The body temperature was swallowed up by fear, leaving only the feeling of coldness.

Song Jin breathed nervously. He refused to open his eyes: "Song Xinglan..."

The thin blanket was lifted. Song Xinglan's fingertips brushed against Song Jin's lower abdomen. He then slipped them down in between the legs. His fingers squeezed Song Jin’s asshole. Residual semen kept leaking out of the hole. Song Jin heard the sound of sticky water. The constant pain felt even more clear.

"I beg you." His face turned pale and his chest heaved heavily, "That's enough."

Song Xinglan turned him over and wiped the semen that was stained on his fingertips onto Song Jin's fair ass. He said lightly: "If you don't have to go to class, let's continue."

"I have to go to class." Song Jin struggled to raise his elbows to get up. He lowered his head and did not look at Song Xinglan's face. He just stared at his tear-stained pillow, “You get out."

"Ask for a day off," Song Xinglan ordered.

Then, he pressed the back of Song Jin's neck down to the bed as he pressed down his whole body onto his back. He pushed the butt crack open with his dick and thrusted it in. It went in easily as it was lubricated by the wet residual semen.

"Song Xinglan...!" Song Jin was pressed down to the pillow by him. His voice was completely hoarse, "You fucking lunatic! Take it out!"

Song Jin thought that his eyes were too dry to shed tears. But at this moment, his eyes were red and his face was already filled with tears. Every part of his body was painful. He was held down so forcefully that he couldn't get up or escape. He felt ashamed. His dignity was being trampled to pieces. Everything in his life was turned upside down.

Song Xinglan thrusted in and out both quickly and fiercely. Meanwhile, he took the phone on the bedside and grabbed Song Jin's hand to unlock it using his fingerprint.

Then, he turned to look at the address book. Song Jin wrote down everyone's names and titles clearly. Song Xinglan quickly found one of Song Jin's professional teachers. He didn't care which class Song Jin was going to take in the morning. He just randomly clicked on one and pressed the call button.

He threw the phone in front of Song Jin: "Ask for a day off from your teacher."

Song Jin saw the name on the call screen with tears in his eyes. His heartbeat was pushed to the peak at this moment. He wanted to go and press hang up like crazy. But Song Xinglan pulled his right hand to his back and pressed it down on his lower back. He then thrusted in and out of his asshole harder.

"Ugh..." Song Jin was fucked by him violently. He grabbed a pillow with one hand while crying and hissing, "Stop..."

Song Xinglan leaned down and spoke in a strangely gentle tone: "Shhh - if he picks up now and hears you, it's none of my business."

"Hello?" The phone was suddenly connected and the teacher's voice came through the speaker, "Song Jin, what's the matter?"

Song Jin held his breath for a moment. But Song Xinglan held onto his waist and fucked him deeply over and over. The violent heartbeat was accompanied by the intense pain and pleasure in his body. Song Jin almost bit blood out of his lips.

"Song Jin?" The teacher didn't hear Song Jin's answer. So he called out his name again.

Song Jin knew that he could no longer remain silent. He took a deep breath, suppressed all the strange sounds, and tried his best to calmly say: "Teacher..."

"I want to take a day off."

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" the teacher asked him.

Song Xinglan suddenly moved his hand down and touched Song Jin's dick. Then he leaned into Song Jin's ear and whispered: “Ge, you are about to cum."

The next second, a scalp-numbing pleasure suddenly shot up along his lower abdomen. Song Jin was sweating almost instantly and his eyes turned hazy. He bit the pillow and tried his best to swallow his moans and cries.

“I have...a cold..." He endured until his heart was about to explode. It was too much for him that it caused him to cough painfully, "I'm at the hospital."

"Okay, no wonder why it is so noisy over there." The teacher said, "Then you have a good rest and just take some notes then. Class is about to begin. I will hang up first. Remember to have a good rest."

"Okay..." Song Jin cried, "Goodbye, teacher."

The call ended and Song Jin choked out his tears. His thoughts were filled with anxiety and shame. Reality was wearing away his will bit by bit. It swallowed up everything in its path.

"You're crazy..." He cried and closed his eyes, “You're crazy..."

"If I'm crazy, you're normal?" Song Xinglan touched the tears on Song Jin's face with his fingertips. He then twisted them casually and rubbed the wetness between his fingertips, "Song Jin, look how loud you scream under your own brother, aren't you the one who's crazy?"

Sometimes the verbal humiliation is more painful than the physical harm. The feeling of despair continued to spread within him. Song Jin felt like he was in a trance. He couldn’t help but think that maybe there is abnormal inheritance in the genes of the Song family, whether it is from the father's or the mother's side.

Song Xiangping was a serial cheater when he was young. 

His mother was an extremely decisive person with no room for consideration. 

Song Xinglan has a twisted and crazy personality. 

And he himself was weak and abnormal.

If only he was not gay, Song Xinglan might not humiliate and torture him in this way.

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Song Jin didn't go out for two whole days.

Song Xinglan was like a beast in heat. He insatiably demanded and vented on Song Jin. He fucked Song Jin against the steamy mirror in the bathroom and forced him to look at himself in the mirror. He then asked him while pretending to be nervous: "Song Jin, you don't have any diseases, huh? I'm not wearing a condom. Please don't infect me."

Song Jin was so tired and had lost his will. He didn’t even have the strength in him to turn around and ask him who was infecting whom. Anyway, it was meaningless. From the first time Song Xinglan fucked him forcefully, everything was already irreversible. Besides, you can't expect to reason with a psychopath.

"I have AIDS." Song Jin closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against the mirror. He murmured, "Song Xinglan, you will die soon."

"Really?" Song Xinglan gasped and sneered, "Then, you'll die together with me."

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Song Xinglan left because Song Xiangping called him since he hadn't been to school for two days.

At that moment, after just cumming inside Song Jin, Song Xinglan looked at the tear-stained and bruised Song Jin under him and answered the twelfth call from Song Xiangping.

"Song Xinglan, you need to have some restraint when you're out there having fun!" Song Xiangping scolded him over the phone, "You're in the third year of high school. Disappearing for two days in a row, are you not gonna study anymore?!"

"I’m gonna study," Song Xinglan replied, holding his phone with one hand and teasing Song Jin's swollen nipples with the other. Seeing Song Jin biting his lip and squirming, he chuckled with satisfaction, "I'll be back soon."

His unexpectedly calm tone left Song Xiangping at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, Song Xiangping said, "Then hurry back to school."

"Got it," Song Xinglan paused for a moment. He then suddenly asked, "Do you want to talk to Song Jin?"

Song Jin abruptly opened his eyes. They were bloodshot and glaring at him fiercely.

"You're with your brother?" Song Xiangping was surprised. "Is he beside you?"

"Just kidding." Song Xinglan glanced at Song Jin indifferently as he said, "I’ll hang up first."

Throwing the phone aside, Song Xinglan leaned over Song Jin and asked, "Feeling relieved, aren't you?"

Song Jin turned his eyes away, staring at the skylight outside.

Song Xinglan stared at the redness at the corner of Song Jin’s eyes. They were filled with tears of unwillingness and humiliation. He looked overly aggrieved, making his entire profile appear pitiful. It was as if he was displaying the extreme of despair.

He was like a crushed flower, containing a sense of fragile brokenness.

If Song Jin could view his entire body from above like Song Xinglan, he might also understand what it feels like to want to completely crush someone.

But he most likely could not empathise with such a feeling. Because after all, he is not like Song Xinglan. He has not been driven to madness to such an extent.

As the dick buried in his body was removed, accompanied by dripping fluids, Song Xinglan tidied himself up. He put on a T-shirt, grabbed his phone, opened the door, and walked out.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being shut came that Song Jin's body mechanically trembled slightly.

These two days had been too long. It was like being in hell, overturning all of Song Jin's reason and his past apprehension of life. He no longer had the strength to contemplate deeply.

He slowly sat up, seeing the bruised and mottled marks on his body. There were also mottled marks on the sheets. As he moved, something was still flowing out from his asshole.

And all of this came from his own younger brother.

His phone rang. Song Jin slowly reached out to pick it up. He looked at the name on the screen and then answered.

"Hello? Don't you usually not have classes tomorrow afternoon? Are you coming to the shop? Or do you have to go out for surveying?" 

"Can we meet the day after tomorrow?" Song Jin said.

"What's wrong with your voice?" He Hao asked.

"I have a slight cold," Song Jin blinked his dry eyes slowly. "It's nothing serious."

"Okay. Then I'll see you the day after tomorrow."

"Sure."

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*Translator’s Note: I have no words to say. Just that SXL is really crazy. -K

Read full story at: https://knoxt.space/ephemeral-light/

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