FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME ONE]

Chapter Three

As the excruciating pain of being strangled subsided, numbness quickly inched in.

Around him the intense atmosphere gradually calmed down.

Feng Ming's eyes flickered wide open, blood surging through his brain.

Death's voice had welcomed the young man when he had once again dangled too close to the end of his life's thread.

It was at that very moment Rong Wang decided to release his vice-like grip around his delicate throat.

The pair of large cruel hands slowly retracted from the slender neck.

Expressionless, the tyrant watched Feng Ming's mass sink into the depths of the water. Almost immediately, the young man's survival instincts triggered. His weak hands sought desperately to grasp onto the edge of the pool to stabilize his body.

Droplets of water poured from Feng Ming's face which was painted with confusion.

In past this type of meaningless cruelty had often been inflicted upon the Prince, even to the point where the body would submit and cry for mercy.

Even so, it was a barbaric to method to employ such a shameful technique on another just to demonstrate one's own dominance.

Dark sharp eyes quietly observed the blank-faced Feng Ming, as he met with those familiar pair of eyes, Rong Tian had a discovery. As if a precious jewel that had gone unnoticed was unearthed, sending his own heart to race.

What is happening?

The usual prince carried himself as stupid, introverted and a largely disgraceful excuse for a Prince whom no one acknowledged. Why does he emit such a strange aura now? What happened to the regular groveling submissions and begs for mercy?

This new situation was appealing to Rong Tian's amusement. He decided to shelf his cold approach for the moment and instead deciding to close the distance between him and Feng Ming. He lifted the chin of the younger man, allowing him to clearly study the boy's face.

There was no doubt about the Prince's familiar face that his own peered down onto. Sadly, looking at the Prince could only rally the thoughts of how pathetically worthless he was aside from the astounding beauty he possessed. A beauty that could be admired but served no purpose one could akin the Prince to the delicate and elaborate art that decorate pillows.

Upon the naked body was evidence of his marks, welts and lash traces of a few days old. The image of the cowardly Prince cowering pitifully freshly played into Rong Tian's mind.

However useless the person was, he had a magnificent body. Rong Wang grabbed Feng Ming by his slim wrists, fraying the limbs out so he could savor the view. Although Rong Tian had a healthy share of countless women, none could withstand or endured the punishment he inflicted only on the Prince, the boy's body provided an entirely different category of satisfaction.

Oppressing the Prince, was the same as controlling the wide plains of Xi Rei, anything that can be taken from his hold could just be as easily retrieved by his power.

This Incompetent Prince...

There is a degree in how unsettling it was to how one could not deny the alluring attraction of Feng Ming's body.

Perhaps if he wasn't the obedient crowned Prince dominated in his own palace, and rather a male prostitute in the city of Xi Rei, wouldn't he have better opportunity to demonstrate his value?

Rong Wang's had whole heartedly committed himself to eternally despise the man in front of him, however once he had his first taste of the Prince's sweet intoxicating body, Rong Wang was captivated; a prisoner to his own desires.