Artifact Chapter 58: Keep You

 

Chapter 58: Keep You

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 

Lu Ming groggily woke up from his slumber. He opened his eyes, a faint confusion lingering from just waking up.

After a few seconds of sluggishness, Lu Ming’s mind quickly recalled the scene before he lost consciousness. His heart jolted in alarm, and he hurriedly tried to get up and walk toward the stone cave entrance. But in the next moment, an external force yanked him back, and he crashed heavily back onto the bed.

Lu Ming looked down at his hands in confusion. His hands were shackled by two thin iron chains, the other ends of which were deeply embedded into the stone wall. He then looked down at his feet, where the same two chains bound his ankles.

A surge of anger filled Lu Ming’s chest, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t have to think twice to know that this was certainly the work of his “heartfelt” younger brother.

Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the sadness and anger in his heart. He channeled his spiritual energy into his palms, but to his surprise, the once abundant energy inside him had completely vanished. Lu Ming gritted his teeth and tried again, but once more, he found himself empty.

“Brother, stop wasting your effort. These chains are made of Xuantian iron, and even if you had spiritual energy now, you wouldn’t be able to destroy them.”

Lu Ming raised his head and glared at the young man before him, his eyes filled with resentment. He coldly said, “Sang Wusheng, what exactly do you want to do?”

Sang Wusheng lowered his eyes, hiding the loneliness in them, then raised his head again. With a faint smile, he walked over and placed a food box on the only stone table in the cave. As he opened the lid, he softly said, “I made the dishes you love to eat. You’ve been unconscious for seven days; you must be starving.”

Lu Ming sneered coldly. “At this point, you still want to keep up the act?” He laughed mockingly and raised his wrist, showing the chains. “If you want to kill me, just do it.”

Sang Wusheng’s hand, holding the chopsticks, trembled slightly, his voice unsteady. “Brother, do you have to say these things to provoke me? Why can’t you understand? I would give my life for you, how could I harm you?”

Lu Ming tightly clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice calm. He spoke in a soft tone, “Since the moment we first met, I’ve never wronged you. If you don’t want to kill me, then let me go.”

Sang Wusheng set down his chopsticks, his eyes flickering with anger, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smile. “Let you go so you can reunite with Fu Shu? Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll only ever look at me now. I’ll make sure you forget about anyone else.”

Lu Ming shouted angrily, “Sang Wusheng, don’t push me too far.”

Sang Wusheng’s eyes darkened, and he leaned forward, getting close to Lu Ming’s face, locking eyes with him as he spoke. “While you were unconscious, I sent dozens of people to Xizhen. They’ve probably arrived by now. With a single word from me, Fu Shu and Shao Ji could be reduced to nothing. So, brother, are you really planning to leave?”

Lu Ming bit his trembling lip and, feeling exhausted, closed his eyes, unwilling to say anything more.

Sang Wusheng reached out and gently caressed Lu Ming’s face. His fingers stopped at Lu Ming’s lips, wiping away the blood, his voice as soft as ever, “Since the moment we met, you’ve controlled all my feelings and reasoning. If I let you go, I don’t know what I might do.”

Lu Ming opened his eyes and gazed at Sang Wusheng with deep fatigue in his gaze. “You’re insane.”

Sang Wusheng’s eyes darkened further, and he leaned in closer, letting out a low laugh. “Yes, I’m insane. And madmen do crazy things. Now that you know everything, I don’t want to hide anymore. All the years of waiting have driven me crazy.”

Lu Ming was momentarily stunned by the raw, exposed desire in Sang Wusheng’s eyes. He instinctively wanted to pull back, but before he could, Sang Wusheng yanked him toward him, locking his arms around Lu Ming’s body. Without hesitation, Sang Wusheng pressed his warm lips against Lu Ming’s.

Lu Ming’s gasp was drowned by the onslaught of the kiss, which came like a violent storm. The kiss, filled with blood and brutality, almost made Lu Ming lose his senses, forcing him to endure the intense exchange of lips and tongues. His struggles seemed futile in front of Sang Wusheng, who was stubbornly relentless, prying open Lu Ming’s tightly closed lips with his tongue, forcing him into a passionate entanglement. It was as if only through kissing could he release a long-suppressed need, an obsession to prove his absolute possession of the person before him. No one could take his treasure away.

Lu Ming suddenly snapped back to reality and bit down on Sang Wusheng’s tongue. Sang Wusheng had clearly anticipated this, using one hand to firmly grip Lu Ming’s jaw, preventing him from closing his mouth.

The kiss lasted for several minutes before it finally ended. Lu Ming stared at Sang Wusheng’s face, close enough to touch, saying nothing. Sang Wusheng, on the other hand, felt a bitter pang in his chest as he saw the coldness in Lu Ming’s eyes. Despite everything he had done, Lu Ming showed no reaction, his gaze still indifferent, as though his efforts were all in vain. The silence was deafening, like dropping a boulder into a lake and waiting for the splash that never came. This realization filled him with a deep sense of defeat.

The more he couldn’t get, the more desperate he became, willing to do anything to make Lu Ming his, even if it meant causing harm or drawing hatred.

For Sang Wusheng, Lu Ming was like a mirage in the desert—his salvation. In the past, he had kept his feelings buried, terrified of being discovered, and had always held back when he wanted to touch him. But now, Lu Ming was beneath him, within arm’s reach. This proximity, this closeness, was almost enough to drive Sang Wusheng mad, and he would give up everything to keep it.

Sang Wusheng reached out, ripping off Lu Ming’s clothes. His pale, slender chest was now in full view, making Sang Wusheng’s breath catch in his throat. He trembled as his hand moved to touch the smooth skin, the sensation almost overwhelming.

An ominous feeling crept over Lu Ming as Sang Wusheng’s actions gave him a chilling premonition. His body trembled involuntarily.

Lu Ming tried to struggle, attempting to push away the hand that was teasing his chest, but without his spiritual energy and still weakened from the kiss, it was as though his strength had been drained completely. His feeble attempts only seemed to encourage Sang Wusheng, whose hands tightened around his arms, pinning them to the sides.

At this moment, Sang Wusheng’s long, lithe body pressed down on Lu Ming, and it became painfully clear that he had one true goal. If Lu Ming didn’t see that now, he must be blind.

Surprised and horrified, Lu Ming couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of dread.

Lu Ming trembled and said, “Sang Wusheng, don’t do something you’ll regret. If you must, just kill me.”

Blinded by desire and possessiveness, Sang Wusheng lovingly traced the contours of Lu Ming’s body, leaving ambiguous marks along his neck. He raised his head, gently caressing Lu Ming’s cheek, his gaze filled with obsession as he said, “Regret? No, brother. The only regret I have is not locking you up here sooner, wasting all these years. If I had kept you here from the start, wouldn’t you already be mine?”

Sang Wusheng’s long, pale fingers traced Lu Ming’s face, moving down to gently outline his lips.

“Besides,” he continued, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his body against Lu Ming’s limp form, “how could I bear to kill you? I’ll make sure you never think of anyone else again, except for me.”

Lu Ming’s face turned pale.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Sang Wusheng leaned forward, resuming his previous actions with an urgency and roughness he hadn’t shown before. It was as if he were desperate to prove his ownership. Their lips met, and Sang Wusheng forcefully pinned Lu Ming’s bare arms above his head. With his other hand, he began to caress Lu Ming’s firm buttocks, slowly moving towards a more intimate area that Lu Ming rarely allowed anyone to touch.

Lu Ming was both shocked and frightened. “Sang Wusheng, how dare you…” he began, but his words were swallowed by Sang Wusheng’s kiss.

Sang Wusheng stood up and slowly began to undress. His young and beautiful body was revealed. As expected of the male lead in a smut novel, Sang Wusheng was not only powerful but also incredibly handsome, his features as sharp as a god’s. Even his body seemed like a perfect work of art. Although Lu Ming had known Sang Wusheng for years, he was momentarily captivated by his appearance. However, he quickly regained his senses and glared at the massive bulge in Sang Wusheng’s pants. A shiver ran down his spine. Could this really be happening?

Sang Wusheng smirked, releasing the unique seductive aura of a demon. His gaze was filled with an irresistible allure as he looked at Lu Ming. He leaned close to Lu Ming’s ear and bit his sensitive earlobe, whispering, “I know this is your sensitive spot, Brother. Whenever you complained about your hair being too long and asked me to wash it for you, I couldn’t help but touch this spot. You’d always squint your eyes in pleasure and even moan.”

Lu Ming recalled the scene Sang Wusheng was describing. What had seemed like a normal act at the time now felt incredibly intimate. His face flushed, and his body trembled involuntarily. He looked at Sang Wusheng with a mixture of shame and pain. “You… you’re shameless!”

Ignoring Lu Ming’s protests, Sang Wusheng ran his fingers along Lu Ming’s waist and flipped him over, lifting his hips. He positioned himself behind Lu Ming and pressed his hot body against him. His fingers began to work on Lu Ming’s sensitive area. Lu Ming’s eyes flickered with resistance, but he was too weak to fight back. He could only let Sang Wusheng touch him, his face flushing with shame and desire. He tried to suppress his moans but failed.

Sang Wusheng pressed his lips against Lu Ming’s back and left a trail of hot kisses. With his other hand, he forced open Lu Ming’s tightly closed lips and slid his finger inside. Lu Ming’s eyes glazed over, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Sang Wusheng’s eyes turned an even deeper shade of red. He growled, “Every time I think of Brother, I can release. Now, Brother, everything about you, even your desires, belongs to me.” With that, Sang Wusheng thrust his finger deep inside Lu Ming, causing Lu Ming to cry out.

Sang Wusheng held up the white fluid on his finger and tasted it. He chuckled, “It’s thick. Seems like Brother hasn’t done this to himself in a while.”

Lu Ming was stunned as he watched Sang Wusheng lick the fluid from his finger. After a long moment, he finally reacted. He gasped and shouted, “Aren’t you supposed to fuck me? Stop talking nonsense!”

Sang Wusheng smirked and paused. Before Lu Ming could react, he thrust his penis deep into Lu Ming’s tight hole.

Lu Ming gasped in pain, his face paling. The sudden invasion was both painful and humiliating.

Sang Wusheng held Lu Ming tightly, his movements slow and deliberate. He panted, his eyes filled with desire. “Brother, watch closely. This is how I enter you, how I make you hurt, and how I make you cum.”

With that, Sang Wusheng began to move faster and harder. Lu Ming’s body trembled, and his face was flushed. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. He tried to resist, but his body betrayed him.

Sang Wusheng whispered, “Brother, you’re mine now.”

The pain shot through his lower body, turning Lu Ming’s face pale. The massive object inside him was impossible to ignore. His eyes welled up with tears from the pain, and the immense psychological turmoil he was experiencing left him feeling incredibly vulnerable. Yet, he gritted his teeth and tried to resist, his voice cold as he spat, “Don’t even think about it.”

Sang Wusheng chuckled. “Still putting up a fight, huh? I’ll show you soon enough who you really belong to.”

With that, Sang Wusheng began to move more forcefully, each thrust driving deep into Lu Ming. As the initial pain subsided, a strange sensation began to spread through his body, leaving him flushed and breathless. He could only bite his lip to stifle his moans.

Sang Wusheng’s movements were relentless, causing Lu Ming to rise and fall with each thrust. The intertwining sensations of pain and pleasure flushed his face, and sweat dripped down his cheeks. His eyes were clouded with desire as he dug his fingers into the soft fur beneath him, his low moans echoing through the cave.

Sang Wusheng scooped Lu Ming up, seating him on his hips. This position allowed for a deeper connection between them. Lu Ming let out a soft cry, his head lolling against Sang Wusheng’s shoulder as he moved with the rhythm. The sound of Lu Ming’s voice drove Sang Wusheng to even greater heights of passion, pushing them both to the brink time and time again, as if only through their union could he truly possess Lu Ming and leave his mark.

Dazed by Sang Wusheng’s relentless pursuit, Lu Ming was caught in a whirlwind of pain and pleasure. Over and over, he was pushed to the brink of ecstasy. As time passed, Sang Wusheng showed no signs of tiring, continuing his assault until Lu Ming finally collapsed into unconsciousness. In the haze of his mind, he heard Sang Wusheng’s deep, suppressed voice.

Leaning close to Lu Ming’s ear, Sang Wusheng whispered, “Brother, I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve waited so long for you. I want to give you everything. But you said you were leaving, and you abandoned me without a second thought. I have no other way to keep you.”

Lu Ming’s heart ached. He raised his arm to shield his eyes from the tears that were beginning to fall.

 

 

 

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