GM Chapter 4

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Fang Guo hovered between wakefulness and sleep. He could sense the outside world, yet he remained in a daze, unable to muster the strength to move. It felt as if he were wandering in the clouds, each step soft and weightless. He assumed he was dreaming.

In his trance, everything was bathed in red—a festive hue. Candlelight flickered, casting wavering shadows.

Outside, there were faint whispers, buzzing like hidden rats in the darkness, making one's head ache.

Suddenly, light footsteps approached. The murmuring noises disappeared in an instant, returning the night to its rightful silence.

Fang Guo’s furrowed brows relaxed. In his drowsy mind, there was only one thought—finally, he could sleep.

Unfortunately, that thought was about to go to waste.

The door to the bridal chamber was pushed open. The first thing to step inside was a foot clad in black cloth shoes with white soles. The door closed, and the person walked further in, stopping under the candlelight, looking down at Fang Guo—his bride.

The man stood against the light, his face obscured by shadows and difficult to discern. Only his general outline could be made out—an elegant one. His figure was tall and slender, dressed in a black jacket over a dark red robe, the fabric soft and smooth. The cuffs, collar, and hem of the jacket were embroidered with subtle patterns, exquisitely crafted and luxurious.

His attire matched Fang Guo’s bridal outfit—the same set worn for the wedding ceremony.

The dragon and phoenix wedding robes.

Fang Guo had delicate features, and once dressed in the phoenix robe and adorned with a bridal crown, with makeup applied, he unexpectedly became a stunning bride.

The man stood still for a long time. Only when the watchman’s call sounded from outside, marking the second watch of the night, did he finally move.

He turned and walked to the table.

On the table sat a wine bottle and two cups. He poured two drinks, picked them up, and walked toward the bed.

He helped Fang Guo sit up, guiding his hand to hold the wine cup. Then, he raised his own, performing the gesture of a cross-cup toast. His deep, bewitching eyes—now illuminated by the candlelight—stared unwaveringly at Fang Guo, whose half-lidded eyes revealed his drowsiness.

Leaning in close to Fang Guo’s ear, he whispered, "Fang Guo, Guoguo. Do you remember me? Do you remember me?"

Fang Guo let out a heavy breath, turning his head uncomfortably.

He just wanted to sleep.

Seeing his state, the man chuckled softly, a hint of indulgence in his tone.

"Never mind, I suppose you never really knew me…" Suddenly, that indulgent voice turned cold and obsessive. "But now that you and I are married, you must remember me. Remember me, Guoguo—I am Wei Ran. Wei Wei’s older brother, Wei Ran."

His voice carried an almost hypnotic power, pressing Fang Guo to remember the name—to carve it deep into his heart, never to be forgotten, not even in death.

"I am your husband, Wei Ran."

"Husband?"

"Yes. You are my wife, Guoguo."

Fang Guo gazed at Wei Ran in a daze before giggling.

He had not comprehended a word.

Wei Ran’s handsome face showed a hint of helplessness. "Forget it. If you don’t understand, then so be it. Just remember, Fang Guo and Wei Ran are now married. From this moment on, we are husband and wife."

Wei Ran drank from both cups of wine before leaning in and feeding the liquid to Fang Guo.

Caught off guard, Fang Guo swallowed it down. His already hazy mind became even more muddled.

The world spun around him, and he collapsed onto the red silk quilt.

Through half-lidded eyes, all he could see was red. The flickering candlelight illuminated the brocade beneath his cheek, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water—a design that, in this moment, seemed strangely enchanting and ambiguous.

A pale, slender hand reached over, unfastening the clasps at Fang Guo’s collar. The fingers were dexterous, yet moved with deliberate grace, slowly undoing each clasp. Once the outer robe was removed, it revealed the white silk undergarment beneath, loosened just slightly.

That hand slipped inside, while another hand supported Fang Guo, turning him over. Now lying on his back, his inner garment slightly parted, exposing his fair, rosy-tinted chest.

Wei Ran’s hands roamed over the body before him, his touch icy cold, like that of a cold-blooded creature. Fang Guo, burning with heat, instinctively sought out that coolness, twisting his body toward it.

Against the crimson bedding, his pale body bloomed like a demonic flower, exuding an intoxicating allure that no one could resist.

Wei Ran’s face was devoid of expression, yet his eyes were terrifyingly deep. Within them swirled an obsession darker than the abyss—an all-consuming possessiveness. He longed to claim this living person, his obsession with Fang Guo as vast as the sea.

From a long, long time ago, when he lay on a hospital bed, listening to his younger sister enthusiastically talk about a certain boy named Fang Guo—

His obsession had ignited.

He yearned to possess the boy who shone like sunlight. His obsession ran so deep that even after death, his soul remained, forcing Fang Guo into a ghostly marriage. From this night onward, their fates would be entwined forever.

Wei Ran glanced at the wine bottle behind him.

It had been laced with an aphrodisiac. Though meant to bring pleasure to both of them, it displeased him.

Medicine, no matter how mild, always carried risks—he knew that better than anyone.

What if something went wrong?

Wei Ran would never allow Fang Guo to suffer any harm.

Just for tonight, he decided to spare them both.

After all, tonight was his wedding night.

Wei Ran leaned down, capturing Fang Guo’s lips, painted red with bridal rouge. The moment they touched, he tasted something intoxicating, and with growing hunger, he kissed deeper—fierce, dominant.

"Mmm…"

Fang Guo let out a protesting whimper, struggling weakly. But his body was trapped, his chin gripped firmly in Wei Ran’s hand, leaving him no room to escape. Even as he tried to shift away, it was futile—there was no avoiding Wei Ran’s relentless kiss.

Saliva spilled from the corners of his lips, and soft moans escaped involuntarily. Fang Guo frowned, letting out a distressed whimper, like a small, helpless creature.

Wei Ran pressed closer, stripping Fang Guo of his garments. At some point, he produced a jar of ointment. Scooping some onto his fingers, he applied it carefully, massaging the tender entrance until it softened. Only then did he lift Fang Guo, positioning him face-to-face.

Sealing Fang Guo’s lips with another kiss, Wei Ran pushed forward—at last, making them truly husband and wife.

Even with careful preparation, pain was inevitable. As a man, Fang Guo lacked the natural ability to accommodate such an intrusion. The initial entry stung, and he whimpered softly, the sound swallowed by Wei Ran’s mouth.

Finding pleasure in the act, Wei Ran abandoned any semblance of restraint. He became a merciless conqueror, ignoring Fang Guo’s muffled pleas, forcing his way deeper. Clutching onto Wei Ran for support, Fang Guo’s weak protests soon transformed into something else entirely.

The red dragon-and-phoenix candle had burned a third of the way down, wax pooling at its base.

Outside, the third watch was announced. The night was beginning to wane.

Inside, the soft cries of surrender continued, punctuated by broken whimpers.

Candlelight cast their intertwined shadows on the wall—two figures, entangled in an intimate dance.

Fang Guo, on his hands and knees, trembled. His tear-streaked face flushed red, mouth slightly open, saliva slipping down his lips. His gaze was unfocused, voice hoarse from pleading.

Wei Ran leaned over, whispering against his ear, "Be good, Guoguo. Just once more."

Tears welled up in Fang Guo’s eyes.

This wasn’t the first time he had heard those words.

But every time, they were a lie.


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