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My Bodyguard's Unexpected Love
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In the luxurious villa, filled with opulence and extravagance, the young master, dressed to the nines, was the most eye-catching figure at the banquet under the flickering candlelight.
Master Fang, who had struggled in his early years and unfortunately became disabled, was overjoyed to finally have a son in his later years. He doted on this only child as if he were the center of his universe. For many years, due to Fang Liyu's unique physical condition and the old man's fear of revenge from several enemies he had made, he kept his son well hidden. Now, seizing the opportunity of Fang Liyu's coming-of-age celebration, he finally felt ready to announce his heir to the outside world.
The news that the powerful Fang Family suddenly had an heir shocked the entire A City. Flashing lights from cameras filled the room as several media outlets allowed to attend prepared to capture every moment.
A young man slowly descended the spiral staircase from Europe. Tonight, Fang Liyu's appearance drew gasps of admiration from all guests, regardless of gender. The young master wore a pure white suit that accentuated his tall figure. A blood-red bowtie highlighted his fair skin, while his deep black eyes sparkled like stars. His slightly curved lips were a vibrant red, with a playful charm in their small fullness.
Mu Yan stood silently behind the young master, tall and robust, alert and watchful for any potential dangers. The guests were captivated by Fang Liyu's dazzling presence and failed to notice Mu Yan's vigilant stance.
Fang Liyu's circle of friends consisted of prominent young heirs from distinguished families who were very supportive tonight. They enthusiastically applauded as soon as he arrived, surrounding him with laughter and banter.
Mu Yan remained just two meters away from Fang Liyu, observing how effortlessly he became the center of attention with his graceful demeanor and extensive knowledge that allowed him to engage in any conversation confidently. Under the bright lights, every smile and frown from Fang Liyu was vivid and radiant.
Suddenly, one of Fang Liyu's flamboyantly dressed female companions stumbled. He quickly reached out to steady her waist with a gentle touch, embodying the charm and consideration of a nobleman, causing many ladies around him to blush.
Behind them, Mu Yan tensed up, entering a state of readiness as he considered whether that female companion had intentionally fallen and if he should intervene to distance her from Fang Liyu.
Mu Yan was eight years older than Fang Liyu and had been assigned as his personal bodyguard by Master Fang himself. He had watched the young master grow up and knew his personality and preferences intimately.
On the surface, Fang Liyu seemed flawless—handsome, gentle with others, academically outstanding, and free from any vices typical of spoiled rich kids. He appeared to be a perfect gentleman.
However, Mu Yan understood that beneath this facade lay a cold-hearted and proud little devil with a dark side. He could be smiling amiably while chatting with servants one moment and then suddenly change demeanor to stab someone with a knife in the next—laughing maniacally as blood pooled at his feet like a madman.
Midway through the banquet, Fang Liyu became intoxicated. After waiting for this day for so long—his eighteenth birthday—he was thrilled and had consumed a significant amount of various drinks under encouragement from those around him. The mixture of red and white wines hit him hard once it settled in his stomach.
Fang Liyu's breathing grew heavy; sweat soaked through his suit jacket and clung uncomfortably to his thin shirt. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind but found it futile.
In his drunken state, his red lips appeared even more vibrant against his pale complexion; a hint of crimson tinged the corners of his eyes. Each breath seemed to weave threads of desire that left those around him parched.
Maintaining an air of composure despite feeling unwell, Fang Liyu smiled apologetically as he excused himself from the gathering. At last, he raised a hand to summon his most loyal servant.
Mu Yan strode forward decisively, casting a shadow over Fang Liyu as his tall frame blocked others' view.
"Help me up," Fang Liyu requested.
"Yes, Master," Mu Yan replied.
He couldn't understand why things had turned out this way. His master—his young lord—his deity—was now sitting on the edge of the bed, casually loosening his bowtie. Beneath the open collar lay a smooth white chest and delicate collarbones.
He shed his gentle facade; now appearing lazy and indulgent, he transformed from an elegant nobleman into a seductive demon from Western mythology.
"Mu Yan."
"At your service."
"Kneel."
Without asking why, Mu Yan obediently knelt on his knees in front of Fang Liyu's bed, head down, not looking directly at his master's face, just quietly waiting for the next order. But. A soft, warm, stockingless little foot gently touched Mu Yan's knees, and deliberately tested it, slowly moving up from the knees to the thighs, causing a burst of tenderness, and finally stepped on Mu Yan's sleeping crotch. ! ? "Spread your legs." Mu Yan suppressed the doubts in his heart, and heard the words, spread his two muscular thighs to both sides. Fang Liyu's soles rubbed against the unawakened giant with his movements. He put his hands behind his back and still lowered his head. Because he was attending a formal occasion, Mu Yan was wearing a suit today - Fang Liyu specially customized it for him. The fine fabric feels soft and cool, does not get wet or dirty, and the cut is appropriate. Just standing there in a suit, Mu Yan's muscular body is fully displayed. In addition, his handsome face of Sino-Russian Mixed Blood has three-dimensional features, a tall and mighty figure, and a serious and cold expression, which makes people want to strip him naked just to see him glaring at you with a red face. Mu Yan's thing under Fang Liyu's feet is quite large even when it is asleep. You can imagine how scary it will be when it is fully erect. "Look up, look at me." Mu Yan looked up and looked at his young master. Fang Liyu sat on the edge of the bed in a disheveled state, his face flushed, and his beautiful fox eyes were full of interest. He pulled down his zipper with his nimble toes and stepped on the bulge of his black underwear, feeling the hot body temperature and the gradually hardening big meat stick under his feet. "What? You got hard just by stepping on me?" Footjob/thick semen stains the young master's white feet/forces men to lick their feet/opens their mouths to see the semen chapter The slender feet are delicate and white, not big in size, and the color is like a new moon in the clear sky. The milky skin seems to be fragile, and the light blue veins under the skin are pulsating faintly. The toes are pink and clear, and the toes are round. Just like these two perfect pairs of feet, take off the white socks and put them aside, step softly on Mu Yan's half-erect penis, and take it out of the underwear. One is white and small, and the other is black and purple. The visual contrast is strong. The little feet sometimes curl up their toes and use their nails to scrape the hard shaft, wander along the meridians on the penis, and rub the top of the glans with both feet together. The naughty toes open and close to play with the glans meat, making Mu Yan's big cock energetic and wet. Mu Yan half-knelt on the ground, not blinking, with a stern face. If it weren't for the tight waist and the ferocious trembling of the lower body, no one would be able to see the emotion on his stone face. "Answer me, are you comfortable?" "... Your subordinate... feels very awkward." Tsk. Fang Liyu frowned and pouted in dissatisfaction, "Awkward!? It seems that I am helping you to jerk off, and you are not happy?... You are so hard and you still say you are uncomfortable, you are stubborn!" Mu Yan knew that his answer displeased the young master, and subconsciously bowed his head to apologize, "Master is right, it is your subordinate who is wrong." Fang Liyu was extremely angry but extremely aggrieved, and he suppressed his anger one by one, watching the taciturn man lower his head with hatred, and his hair with hairspray was combed high and fixed, revealing his handsome and expressionless face. What a hard stone who doesn't understand romance! ! "Who allowed you to lower your head? Mu Yan, look up at me." Mu Yan raised his head again and looked at Fang Liyu who was sitting on the bed. His eyes unconsciously focused on the red, pouting lips. He suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue, but it was not obvious on his face. Fang Liyu mustered up his strength to vent his anger. From bottom to top, he skillfully rolled the two testicles lurking in the black jungle below. The pubic hair pricked the delicate soles of his feet, which was stinging and itchy. His toes sometimes pressed hard and sometimes lightly, and he arched his soles to wrap around the testicles and press them up and down. Fang Liyu was satisfied to hear Mu Yan's muffled groan, and then he let him go with satisfaction and moved up. The proud penis was really majestic. Whether it was the length or the thickness of the shaft, it had the advantage of bloodline. The glans was huge and full, the urethra was flowing, and the arc was slightly tilted. Fang Liyu His Adam's apple moved slightly. After looking at it carefully, he thought to himself that he probably couldn't surround this huge thing with one hand.
He sat on the bed in a relaxed posture, with a sinister smile on his face. "Is this your first time?" "Yes." The two tender little feet suddenly clamped together, wrapped around the shaft of Mu Yan's penis and rubbed it up and down, making the blue veins on it stretch out in the soles of the feet. The sensitive and tender soles of the feet rubbed the hard meat stick, squeezed the coronal sulcus, and finally reached the top. The toes gently brushed the urethra, causing the black and purple big cock to tremble excitedly. Fang Liyu pressed the soles of his feet on Mu Yan's glans and rubbed it left and right, using the head of his cock to fuck his feet from all directions. The clear cock gland fluid stained his feet, but the touch of the glans became more sticky and smooth, which accelerated the friction. "Mmm!..." The sudden climax made Mu Yan unable to help but let out a low cry. His whole body tensed up, his kneeling legs trembled, his genitals exposed to the air trembled, and a large stream of thick white liquid shot out from his urethra, all spraying on the white feet that had no time to dodge. "Ah!" Bunches of sticky semen raped Fang Liyu's two jade feet, even the cute and well-behaved toes. "Stupid dog, you dare...!... Forget it, lick it clean for me." "I'm sorry, master." Mu Yan carefully held up one of Fang Liyu's ankles. The jade foot was warm to the touch, and the skin was smoother than the finest fabrics, and the pulse under the skin was slightly moving. "It will be a little itchy. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me." Then, he opened his lips and stretched out his tongue to lick it meticulously, first the sole with the heaviest weight, and with a hook of the tip of his tongue, he carefully licked the semen he had ejaculated on it. The young master's feet were fragrant and tender. Mu Yan took a deep breath and couldn't help but lick the tender white soles of the feet, leaving an ambiguous red mark. He looked up and peeked at Fang Liyu. He didn't seem to notice that he had crossed the line. The hot and slippery tongue was like a flexible little snake, going from the heels to the soles of the feet, and then in and out of every dirty toe gap like a penis. Sometimes he would hold the toes and suck them vigorously. A heavy wetness and unbearable numbness hit Fang Liyu. "Hmm~", the sensitive place was licked, and Fang Liyu couldn't help but let out a low moan. Mu Yan stopped immediately and looked at Fang Liyu nervously. Before he could open his mouth, he heard him say, "Continue!". When Mu Yan finally licked it clean, he had made Fang Liyu's feet completely wet and full of his saliva. Fang Liyu didn't care at all, his eyes were narrowed, his face was relaxed, just like a proud cat that was stroked until its belly turned out, and he looked very satisfied, "Open your mouth and let me see." Mu Yan frowned, "...Master, don't look." It's dirty "Don't want to? You have to do whatever I say!" Mu Yan, who was still kneeling, finally opened his mouth obediently, his scarlet tongue still containing his own semen - although he didn't say it, he disliked his own fishy body fluids and didn't swallow it, just waiting to spit it out later. Fang Liyu's mouth bloomed with a huge smile, like an innocent child who got the candy he wanted most, and his eyes filled with bright stars reflected the appearance of Mu Yan, but he suddenly restrained his expression, his attitude reversed 80 degrees, and said coldly, "Get out."
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