Chapter 95

Let’s do it.

Let’s do it.

Let’s do it.

Let’s do it.

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Miguel felt that after living for over twenty years, he was about to end his short life. He hadn’t had the chance to do many romantic things in his lifetime… But today, when Big Dog stared at him through the bars and invited this virgin to have a go, Miguel almost instinctively made a move without hesitation—

He reached his pale hand through the gaps in the bars, grabbed the captain’s collar, and pulled him closer. Then, their teeth clashed together with a loud and comical sound as they exchanged a fiery kiss through the rusted cell bars. When they parted, both their faces were smeared with rust.

Miguel rubbed his face with the back of his hand, not caring if it was clean or not. He chuckled, feeling like he has done something extraordinary—kissing a man through a prison cell, just like in a TV drama. Most people might not even dare to think about such a thing even if they lived to be eighty… But he has done it today, and he has done it decisively.

So damn romantic, a Mediterranean version of Titanic!

While the navigator was still reveling in his bold move, the captain had somehow lit a cigarette. He reached a hand through the bars, grabbed Miguel’s collar, and pulled him closer. When the latter’s face was squished against the bars like a flattened pancake, the man raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to another unfamiliar presence in the cell. Looking down at Zhizhi with his usual arrogance, he demanded, “If you know any witchcraft, could you kindly transport yourself to another ship’s dungeon for the time being?”

Zhizhi: “…”

Miguel: “…”

Caesar, without batting an eye, said, “I’m going to have sex with this guy, and I’m certain I’ll be the one on top. Are you sure you want to watch?”

Zhizhi: “…”

Miguel: “…Who said you get to decide who’s on top and who’s on the bottom?”

Caesar shifted his scorching gaze from Zhizhi, who looked like she was about to be burned to ash, and glanced over the former navigator of the Wind Fury from head to toe. He gave him a classic and absolutely authoritative answer—

“Whether it’s size, strength, or looks, I’m clearly the one on top, trash.”

Miguel spat and stubbornly insisted on defending his rights, raising his elbow to give this overly arrogant former boss a jab—but unfortunately, years of sharing a bed had clearly allowed Caesar to understand Miguel’s patterns well. So, the moment the black-haired young man raised his hand, the man, still holding the cigarette in his mouth, smirked and effortlessly blocked Miguel’s sneak attack with one hand. With a simple twist, he flipped Miguel over and easily subdued him—

“I demand a fair competition!”

Miguel’s back rubbed against the cell bars. The Saint Monarch’s cell was clearly in disrepair, and the entire cell shook with a clanging sound as rust fell like snow.

However, the captain’s expression remained unchanged, and his tone was calm.

“This is a fair competition, and the result is that you lost miserably—don’t move, your wound is bleeding again. Want to get infected?”

Caesar took a deep drag of his cigarette, his amber eyes narrowing. As he spoke, he used his other free hand to undo his belt. After a slight pause, he pulled Miguel’s hand outward and tied the young man’s wrists firmly to the cell bars.

After completing this series of actions, he released Miguel and watched as the black-haired young man struggled like a grasshopper tied to a stick, unable to break free. His mood inexplicably improved. He tossed the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his foot. Through the bars, Caesar glanced at Zhizhi, who was huddled in the corner. She shivered and simply pulled her skirt over her head.

Although he really wanted to grab Zhizhi and throw her out, he remembered how much effort it had taken to capture her in the first place. Throwing her out now would make all that effort pointless. The captain’s face darkened, but he reluctantly accepted the girl’s ostrich-like behavior and decided to play along with her foolishness.

Meanwhile, as Caesar dealt with Zhizhi’s presence, Miguel finally tired himself out from jumping around. With his hands still twisted behind his back and tied to the bars, he panted heavily. Even during this break, the black-haired young man’s hands continued to struggle. Caesar chuckled and patted the restless hand that seemed to have a case of hyperactivity. The man’s tall frame leaned forward slightly, and he moved closer to Miguel. His high nose almost touched Miguel’s earlobe as he whispered, “Had enough? No one’s been born yet who can break free from Laozi’s knots.”

Before Miguel could respond, Caesar roughly kicked one of his calves. As the young man stumbled and cursed in surprise, a knee wedged itself between Miguel’s legs. Caesar lifted his knee slightly, pressing against the young man’s crotch through the thin fabric of his summer clothes. The man was pleased to feel the restrained person’s lower body twitch in response.

It was as adorable as a startled little bunny.

“Ah, you’re already reacting like this? So innocent.”

“Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!”

Caesar grinned wickedly, grabbing the wrist of the already trapped man and pulling him closer with a dominant force. His positioning was strategic—the gruesome wound Miguel had sustained on the deck was skillfully avoided from direct contact with the rusted bars, perfectly nestled between two gaps.

In the stillness between their movements, a small breeze stirred. Caesar sniffed the air, seemingly noticing something, and lowered his head slightly. As he did so, the expected scent of blood filled his nose—

“Your wound’s opened again.”

He roughly pressed his thumb against the wound on Miguel’s back, causing the young man to yelp in pain. However, the captain remained unfazed as he looked down at the fresh blood staining his finger. After a brief pause, he casually brought it to his lips and licked the blood off his fingertip.

While performing this series of heart-stopping actions behind Miguel’s back, Caesar’s other hand remained tightly gripping the young man’s wrist—the man’s grip was so strong it almost left bruises. Miguel winced in pain, wanting to say something, but the atmosphere suddenly fell into an unsettling silence—

All he could feel was the burning sensation of Caesar’s gaze on his back.

His heart pounded in his chest, more forcefully than ever before.

He turned his neck slightly, trying to see what the man was up to, but the moment he moved, he felt something warm and wet touch the wound on his back—at first, it was a blinding pain, but then, as the pain spread along the edges of the wound to his entire back, he began to grow numb…

All that remained in his mind was the itch caused by the beast-like licking on his back.

“Mmm…”

Miguel let out a muffled groan, and his desire was fully awakened. He could even feel the breath from his nose becoming heavy and hot—

Caesar was like a full-blown sadistic pervert, his agile tongue even daring to probe deeper into the wound!

“It hurts,” Miguel mumbled in protest after a particularly hard suck.

However, his struggle only earned him a more forceful response. The hand that had been gripping his wrist finally let go, but it pressed down on his back firmly: “This is disinfection. Why are you moving?”

Miguel grinned: “If you’re so concerned, why not just get me some medicine?”

“The medicine is only on the Wind Fury, which is the lead ship,” Caesar’s voice was low and deep. “The Saint Monarch is positioned at the rear of the fleet, and there’s an entire fleet’s distance between the two ships—I’m too lazy to walk.”

Miguel: “…”

After all that rambling, the key point was clearly the last sentence.

As they spoke, the man’s hand had already wandered down from his back to the base of his spine. At this moment, it was mischievously rubbing against the area where his name was permanently etched as a mark. He hadn’t even fully pulled down Miguel’s pants, just tugged them slightly, along with the boxers underneath, down to his thighs—

What made Miguel feel utterly humiliated was that Caesar’s technique was so skillful that the front of his boxers remained in place around his waist. So now, he was fully clothed from the front, but his bare ass was exposed to the cold air. As for this, Caesar’s explanation was…

“Who knows if that woman’s peeking.”

Caesar reached out, and his rough hand touched Miguel’s now extremely sensitive buttocks. Miguel’s face turned red with embarrassment. He heard a soft chuckle in his ear, and the familiar scent closed in. When he felt the tall, sturdy body press tightly against him from behind through the iron bars, the burning hardness pressing against his bare ass made Miguel’s entire body explode—

“Hey, hey, hey! Wait, wait, wait! You’re not seriously planning to do it like this, are you?—Stop, I’ve changed my mind. I’m fine dying a virgin—”

“Oh,” Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, “That’s too bad.”

“No need to be polite, we’re— Ah!!”

Miguel didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because the man’s fingers had already plunged into him without any warning. The long fingers seemed impatient as they forced their way into the tight, un-lubricated entrance. When the slightly cool fingertips were enveloped by the warm, tight interior, both of them involuntarily let out muffled groans of different meanings.

Zhizhi, who was hiding in the corner with her skirt over her head, shivered at the sound of this duet.

Miguel took in the girl’s frightened reaction and couldn’t help but deeply reflect on how this was probably the strangest sex in the world—but before he could ask for some humane lubrication, the man’s thick length suddenly thrust into him without any discussion!

“Fuck!”

Miguel’s entire back stiffened from the sudden intrusion. He instinctively arched his back, but this reflexive movement only caused his body to take in the man’s thickness even deeper. With his hands tied behind his back to the bars, he had no way to escape. His knees went weak from the impact, and while it didn’t hurt too much, the feeling of having something extra inside him was overwhelming—and that thing was throbbing like a frog, hot and hard!

Beads of sweat formed on Miguel’s forehead, and he let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper. The man behind him clicked his tongue. From the moment he entered, he hadn’t dared to move, letting the person beneath him adjust to his presence. But this whimper irritated him, and his lower body, which was being so well embraced by the surprisingly accommodating place that didn’t match its owner’s unreliable personality, felt like it was about to explode. He reached a large hand through the bars and grabbed Miguel’s chin, forcing his face to turn slightly. When he saw that the guy wasn’t actually crying from pain, he immediately took advantage of the situation and said gruffly, “Does it hurt?”

Miguel: “What do you think?”

Caesar: “Hmm, it doesn’t hurt, right? You’re pretty adaptable. I’m moving now.”

Miguel: “…”

With that, the man grabbed Miguel’s firm, well-shaped buttocks and slowly pulled out. When he felt Miguel’s back relax slightly from his withdrawal, he smirked and suddenly thrust back in with force—this time, he went all the way in, the base of his length slapping against the pale buttocks with a loud smack!

Miguel’s entire body shook from the impact. The damp straw beneath his feet felt as if it was grinding away what little willpower he had left, just like the rapid, powerful thrusts that followed. All he could hear was the sound of their heavy breathing, as if everything else in the world had disappeared—

He heard the man sigh in his ear about how responsive his body was, and his brain seemed to have shifted from his skull to his ass, completely focused on the shape, size, and throbbing veins of the man’s length inside him!

The length easily reached the most sensitive spot inside him, and when he trembled from it for the first time, Caesar immediately noticed. From then on, the man seemed to deliberately use the egg-sized tip of his length to grind against that spot. Miguel’s brows were tightly furrowed, and even though he clenched his teeth, strange sounds still managed to escape through the gaps—

He didn’t know how many times the man behind him had thrust into him, but when he felt the pace of the thrusts quicken, he thought about how, from a distance, the two of them probably looked like two fully clothed people leaning against each other, when in reality, they were connected below, engaging in the most debauched act. Miguel’s sense of propriety shattered, and he felt his pants grow wet as he came.

“Oh, you came from being fucked,” Caesar’s teasing voice rang out. “A natural bottom.”

Miguel was so angry he could spit blood. Sweat was about to drip from his forehead. He gritted his teeth, temporarily shaking off the daze from reaching climax, and suddenly tightened his inner muscles. Caesar chuckled darkly at this sudden enthusiasm, and when he released his heat inside Miguel, he bit down on the young man’s tender earlobe, which had been swaying in front of him.

Miguel gasped sharply.

Caesar laughed heartlessly behind him.

After the laughter subsided, the cell fell back into a deathly silence. The two of them didn’t separate immediately after their release—the man’s length still lingered inside him, unwilling to pull out. His fingertips gently traced along the wound on Miguel’s back, causing both an itch and a slight pain.

Miguel lowered his head, a mocking smile on his lips. He spoke as if to Caesar, but more like to himself—

“There are so many ways to spend tomorrow, why did we have to choose the option where you die and I die too?”

“Neither of us will die,” Caesar sighed, his rough thumb lingering on Miguel’s reddened eye corner before letting go. The man’s voice was calm and steady as he said slowly, “Believe me, when have I ever lied to you?”

“…Haven’t you been lying every day?”

“Wasn’t it you who fed all of Laozi’s trust to the dogs, you little liar.”

“…Tch, disgusting.”

“Heh.”

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