Waiting Upon You

Ling Lang was still obsessed with his role until he returned home. Today's filming did not go well. The last scene was still unfinished. The director had no choice but to call it a day and let him go back to figure it out.

He tried his best to put himself into the role of an emperor, every movement of his hand, every throw of his foot, all showed the appearance of an emperor. Seeing his appearance like this, Feng Hao knew that he was playing tricks again.

After entering the door, Ling Lang didn't fetch Feng Hao's slippers as usual, Feng Hao reminded him, "Slippers."

Ling Lang flicked his arm, turned his head sideways, and without thinking, he shouted sharply, "Presumptuous!"

Feng Hao didn't say a word, Ling Lang realized what he said, and immediately knelt down, "I'm being presumptuous."

He sent the slippers to Feng Hao's feet, but Feng Hao didn't change them, and walked straight in. Seeing him entering the living room, Ling Lang hesitated for a moment, and went back to the bedroom to change his clothes before going out, and knelt down in front of him again good.

"You failed today's mission..."

Ling Lang knew that he would mention this matter when he opened his mouth, so he replied yes respectfully.

"You would rather be detained three times than complete the task, right?"

Ling Lang lowered his head, wanting to intercede with Feng Hao, but he was afraid that it would have the opposite effect.

Feng Hao sighed, "Let me think about it."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, as if thinking.

Feng Hao had never loosened his tone before, Ling Lang felt a little lucky when he heard him say that.

10 minutes passed, Feng Hao was still silent, Ling Lang was uneasy, he barely passed the director's test when he changed the script on the spot, but he didn't know if he could pass Feng Hao's test.

According to Feng Hao's consistent style of doing things, probably this mission will definitely be judged as a failure.Thinking of this, Ling Lang bit his lower lip aggrievedly. He didn't memorize a few digits at first, but deducted three digits at once. If this continues, Feng Hao may not be able to make Feng Hao memorize all his phone numbers until he dies. It's not good and I owe several people.

Just when Ling Lang was thinking wildly, Feng Hao coughed lightly, Ling Lang subconsciously straightened up, nervously waiting for the result of the other party's consideration.

Feng Hao pointed to the side, but said something else, "There are two boxes at the bottom of the cabinet, go and fetch them."

Ling Lang found two boxes according to his instructions. The first one was a large hard paper box, slightly flat, and golden yellow throughout; There is a piece of green round jade inlaid in the center of the box cover, which is quite heavy when weighed, much heavier than that big box.

He brought the two boxes in front of Feng Hao, Feng Hao pointed to the bigger one and said, "Open it."

Ling Lang lifted the lid of the box, his eyes widened in surprise. Inside the box was a golden dragon robe, judging from the exposed part, it was much more gorgeous than his costume when he was filming.

"This..." He looked at Feng Hao in confusion.

"You didn't complete your task, so you should be punished," Feng Hao crossed his legs casually, "But your subsequent performance satisfied me, so I will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

He made a gesture of invitation, "Please change your clothes, Your Majesty."

Ling Lang was only wearing a shirt at first, but in a blink of an eye, he was no longer naked.

Under Feng Hao's gaze, he put on the dragon robe and fastened the belt. On the surface, he looked the same as when he was filming.

Ling Lang didn't feel it when he was only wearing a shirt, but now the long hem of the dragon robe hangs down to his feet, covering his body tightly, but he feels that his lower body exposed to the air is chilly.

There was always a smile in Feng Hao's eyes, and Ling Lang always felt that he could clearly see his naked body under the dragon robe through the cloth.

"Come," Feng Hao beckoned to him, Ling Lang walked over, but was pulled onto his lap by Feng Hao, this posture was full of naked humiliation, just like an ancient man flirting with a young man.

"Are you comfortable?" Feng Hao's hands were not polite at all, and he stroked him through the dragon robe. The robe was made of silk, and it had a delicate and silky touch on the skin.

He had touched enough from the outside, and pulled it hard, half of Ling Lang's shoulders were exposed, and his hands were also poked in along the skirt of his clothes, wantonly playing with Ling Lang's nipples, Ling Lang's nipples were extremely sensitive, and he slammed his body twice. It reacted together.

Feng Hao obviously noticed it too, and he sarcastically said, "The emperor is too dissatisfied with his desires, can't the three thousand beauties in the harem satisfy His Majesty?"

Ling Lang was even more ashamed when he said this, his lower body was uncontrollably raised even higher, and he could feel the dragon robe was wet with his own cum.

"The majestic ninety-five-year-old is so hungry and thirsty." He squeezed the protruding part, and in exchange for a low cry, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the royal family?"

Ling Lang also wanted to know how humiliating he was now, being held on his lap by another man for molestation, his shoulders were exposed, his face was flushed, he looked like a lowly child molester, but he wore a suit that symbolized a The dragon robe of the king of the country, every dragon embroidered on the robe seems to mock him.

"Why, is what I said wrong?" Feng Hao asked contemptuously.

Ling Lang was too ashamed to speak, and just buried his head in his arms.

Feng Hao forcibly lifted his chin, and the gentle Feng Hao disappeared again. At this moment, there was only a sneer in his eyes, "Why are you pretending to be noble?"

Ling Lang has absolutely no resistance to Feng Hao in this state. As long as he looks into his eyes, his hands and feet become weak and his whole body becomes weak. Even with the dragon robe on, he feels extremely humble. He just wants to crawl at his feet and kiss him. instep.

Feng Hao seemed to have read his mind, he loosened his waist, opened his lips lightly, and said three words, "Get off."

Ling Lang hurriedly climbed down, kneeling on the side without daring to raise his head.

Feng Hao sneered disdainfully, "Looking at you like this, how can you look like an emperor?"

He reached out and took the brocade box on one side, and handed it over casually, "I feel sorry for the emperor, and I am so lustful, so I ordered someone to carve a jade object to relieve the hunger and thirst of the emperor's dragon body. I hope the emperor will accept it."

Ling Lang lowered his head, raised his hands high, took the brocade box respectfully, and opened it. Inside was a three-inch-long and two-finger-thick jade. Light, one end is round, and the other end is carved with a delicate dragon pattern.

Ling Lang couldn't imagine where Feng Hao got this thing, he just said lazily, "Do you like it?"

Ling Lang put the brocade box in front of him, bent down, "Xie Aiqing."

With a chuckle, "Try it if you like it."

Ling Lang was still hesitating how to try it, but Feng Hao had already stood up, gestured to the sofa, "Your Majesty, please take a seat."

Ling Lang sat down obediently, but Feng Hao stepped back and stood aside.

"Show the ministers what the emperor wears under the dragon robe."

Ling Lang's face turned red immediately, and he glanced at Feng Hao uneasily, and the other party stood there contentedly with his hands behind his back, showing no sign of taking back his life at all.

Recently, Ling Lang sat on the dragon chair every day during the filming, and the people below were crowded with people. Feng Hao's understatement brought him into that kind of scene. At this moment, all the officials looked up and waited. Appreciate the spring scenery under the emperor's dragon robe.

Ling Lang's hand grasped the hem of the clothes, his fingertips were trembling slightly, he just wanted to pull the hem of the clothes away, when Feng Hao said again, "Don't hurry up, take it off slowly."

His hand stopped, but the movement did not stop. The dragon robe was lifted bit by bit. The slow movement made the process extremely long, and the sense of humiliation multiplied as time went by. When the naked lower body was completely exposed When it came out, it was already standing upright due to excitement.

Feng Hao chuckled, "The emperor is really fun."

Ling Lang knew that he was laughing at his bare private parts, so he didn't know where to put his eyes. He neither dared to look down at himself, nor turned his head to look at Feng Hao. He looked forward, as if everyone was in private. Discussion, everyone has a sneer on their face.

"Your Majesty," Feng Hao said again, "all civil and military officials can't wait, so you can reward the officials."

Ling Lang's eyes drifted to Yushi beside him with difficulty, swallowed, lifted his legs to the seat, and spread them apart little by little.

"The angle is too small, what do you want the ministers on both sides to think?"

Ling Lang was forced to separate his legs a little more, almost to the limit.

The whispering among the ministers stopped, and everyone focused their eyes on the same place, staring intently at the private parts of the current emperor. Under the eyes of everyone, not only did the place not soften, but it overflowed with viscous liquid excitedly. Under the traction, a long transparent silk thread was pulled out.

"Your majesty is indeed the most coquettish king in the past 5000 years." Ling Lang shook his body, and the thin thread stretched even longer. "The historian must record this scene well, so that the world can know how debauched the emperor is in his bones." .”

Seeing Ling Lang not moving, Feng Hao ordered again, "Continue."

Ling Lang had no choice but to put his finger in his mouth, licked it wet, touched the opening of the hole, poked and poked to expand it, and when the index finger could go in and out smoothly, the middle finger also joined in until it became soft and elastic.

He took the jade body with the other hand, pressed the round end against the entrance, and then stretched out the folds little by little, and entered the narrow corridor. The cold chill of the jade made him shiver involuntarily.

"If the emperor doesn't want to move, how about calling a minister to help you?" Feng Hao said sarcastically when he saw that his movements stopped again.

Ling Lang closed his eyes tightly. The last time he was in front of the camera, he did something even more embarrassing than this, but that time he was emboldened by alcohol. This time he was fully awake, but the same action seemed extremely difficult. many.

He began to pull the jade in his body little by little, the smooth surface of the jade rubbed against the intestinal wall, gradually generating warmth, as if it had life, but the hard texture made it look cold and ruthless.

His other hand was covering his aching body. In order to maintain his balance, he had to send his hips forward, and his waist curved even more.

Ling Lang moved back and forth together, speeding up involuntarily. The fog gradually filled his eyes, and everything in front of him became more hazy. Only the light emitted by the eyes penetrated layers of fog and fell straight on the ground. On his body covered with fine beads of sweat, everyone's sights ignited every inch of his body, as if his body was on fire, the temperature was so high that it seemed that even jade could melt away.

He felt that he was rising higher and higher, higher and higher, and he was only one step away from the clouds. Suddenly, a magic palm stretched out from hell, and he was caught off guard and pulled down.

"Haha," Ling Lang panted heavily, and returned to reality from the illusion, only to realize that Feng Hao had come to him at some point, holding his hand.

"Your Majesty put on a show, but," he leaned down, "the ministers didn't think it was exciting enough."

With a graceful twitch, he untied the belt of the dragon robe, and tied a bow on Ling Lang's burning desire. Ling Lang was no stranger to his behavior, and a look of pleading immediately appeared in his eyes.

Feng Hao turned a blind eye, pulled out the jade power from his body, and threw it aside. Ling Lang's body, which had tasted love affairs, was suddenly emptied. He twisted slightly, trying to relieve the itching feeling in his body.

"Do you want it?" Feng Hao smiled like an angel.

Ling Lang nodded embarrassingly.

"How proper is it to proclaim adultery in the court," Feng Hao replied like a devil.

Ling Lang lowered his head in shame, but the little brother jumped excitedly.

"But if the emperor gives an order, the minister has to follow."

Ling Lang's heart was beating violently, he licked his lips, "I, I order, order Aiqing..."

Feng Hao didn't move, and replied lazily, "Huh?"

"Order Aiqing... to serve the bed..."

Feng Hao lowered his head and laughed muffledly for a long time, "I'm not the emperor's concubine, I haven't mastered the skill of serving the bed, so I ask the emperor to take it back."

Ling Lang racked his brains and thought for a while, "Have sex with Zhen...?"

This time Feng Hao laughed longer, and when he finished laughing, he simply said, "Your Majesty, I'm a military officer, and I don't understand those polite written language, so my Majesty should speak some vulgar language that I can understand."

Ling Lang thought in his heart, you are obviously the prime minister, but when you became a military officer again, you clearly want to make me make a fool of myself.

But even though he knew it well, he still had to respect his meaning, "I order Aiqing...fuck me."

Feng Hao turned Ling Lang over and knelt down on the sofa, the weapon pointed at the target, but did not move for a long time.

Ling Lang couldn't bear it any longer, and said, "Come in."

"Where to go?" Feng Hao answered quickly.

Ling Lang blushed and went all out, "My dragon's lair."

Feng Hao straightened his hips, "I obey the order."