Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2021 20:10:29 +0800 From: Allen Lee Subject: Green Lake Mansion 1 Green Lake Mansion [1] Lots of countrymen, sailors and foreigners must have heard about the Green Lake Mansion, a private property secluding in the heart of an unknown forest. But none of them had the luck to find the hidden mansion. No one knows who the owner of the property is or what exactly it is located. Rumors say it is ten times as huge as ordinary country mansions, and made up only of the most precious and costly materials one could ever see. Everyday, there are new rumors igniting more flames in people's curiosity. Many traveled and tried so hard to find it, but all of them came back unsuccessful. "I bet that damned mysterious mansion is owned by the elites!" "Then why bother hiding it? Other mansions could be found anywhere exposed to us commoners. Have they gotten so selfish that they wouldn't even allow us to have a glimpse?" "Idiot! They tried so hard to hide it and that only means one thing. There's a lot of treasure in Green Lake Mansion!" The sailors roared in agreement. Simultaneously, a huge wave hit the left side of the boat. The impact has driven them to their right. Some of them went sprawling on the floor. "But you know what? Someone in the capital told me that only those with invitations are allowed to see and even enter the Green Lake Mansion," the Captain of the boat continued and the conversation was restored. In the slightly opened door of the cabin where passengers stay, a young lad of 12 stood peeking and listening to the sailors' blabbering. The boy was of noble birth, evident with his posture and clothes. He sports a pale blue vest and jacket over loose-fitting trousers. His smooth and silky skin shone under the sunlight. A young man walked closer behind him and put an arm around the boy's shoulder. The man was tall and gorgeous with a pale blue vest that matches with that of the boy. "Shun'er, eavesdropping is impolite," the man told the boy. "I know, father. But they are talking about Green Lake Mansion, isn't that where we're headed?" "Yes, yes. You'll be acquainted with the mansion sooner, so there's no need to eavesdrop. In fact, things that those sailors said are not necessarily true." The young man, who was known to be Lord Jing, pushed the door close and carried his son to the bed, where they have been cuddling since the boat began sailing along Indian Ocean. The boat is heading to Mahé, but Lord Jing paid the sailors a large sum to drop them to an island nearby feigning false agenda. The sailors were curious at first but a bag of gold coins shut them up. Sporting English garments with their Oriental looks, the two seemed to be an odd pair. The father and son originally came from a wealthy family in Shenzhen. Their fortune came from the multiple generations of black water mining. When Shun was eight, they had an American guest who happened to be a teacher. Lord Jing paid him well to refine their fluency in English language. Lord Jing bought a mansion in Limehouse of eastern London where he and his son lived until now. Shun was 10 when they migrated to London. Two years of living there did not make their accent British. That added to the pair's oddity. But their acquaintances seem to disregard their oddity because of their striking and dignified looks. Lord Jing stood a towering height of six feet and a couple more inches. His extremely dark hair, pointed nose and narrow eyes are obviously inherited by his son. The color of their alluring skin are matched too. There is absolutely no doubt regarding their relationship. Shun, Lord Jing's son, lays on his father's arms as they look at the mysterious letter that led them far from their homeland. The letter, written in a costly paper and ink, asks the father and son to come and visit Green Lake Mansion. The letter came with a map that led them to an unknown island near Seychelles. At first, Lord Jing has no interest in taking the letter seriously. He thought it was some kind of fraud. But, as young boys do, Shun recently developed a liking to get into adventures with his beloved father, and Lord Jing couldn't say no to his dear son. There are conditions that the letter demanded. First, it says that no servants must accompany their masters. Second, the map and the letter must be kept private in order to preserve the mansion's seclusion. Lord Jing and his son followed both conditions and travelled alone without servants and with their destination unknown to the public. "You should go to sleep first, Shun, so you'll be in high spirit later when we arrive the island." "But I can't sleep," Shun embraced his father's muscular chest. "What do you want to do then?" Lord Jing inhaled the boy's charcoal black hair. "Can I... taste it again?" "Again?" Lord Jing said laughing. Shun nodded vigorously. "Alright then. It's all yours." Quick as the wind, Shun sat and unbuttoned the fly of Lord Jing's trousers. The boy's hands fidgeted to free his father's great length. Finally, the great length was freed and stood pointing down, inviting young Shun to have a taste. Without hesitation, Shun engulfed the length, sending his father to bliss. Lord Jing strokes Shun's head encouragingly. The boy loves to keep his father's arrowhead tip inside his mouth. His father's length is Shun's favorite plaything. He can't wait to get his juicy reward. Shun took the tip off his mouth and kissed it lovingly. He enveloped the length with his right hand then slowly wanks it, the way Lord Jing does him. The boy felt his father twitched in his hand, so he opened his mouth again and put the tip inside to drink his father's warm milk, for the second time that day. Like a good boy would do, Shun licked the length and brought it back inside Lord Jing's trousers. Lord Jing pulled the boy over him and kissed him passionately on the lips. He used his tongue and probed the boy's mouth, eager to taste the young boy's mouth. Shun let his dad invade his mouth, with shut eyes, clearly enjoying the kiss. A protruding length has been poking hard on Lord Jing's stomach since the start. Lord Jing grabbed the boy's back and rolled him to switch positions. He gently but eagerly bit on the boy's lips until they appear swollen. He pulled back to gaze at the boy below him who smiles so sweetly with red and swollen lips. Shun has loved his father ever since. He yearns nothing in this world but fatherly love from Lord Jing. He has written a lot poems about his affection and adoration for the man of whom he came from. Even though his mother died on the night of her delivery, Shun did not felt like he is lacking something. Lord Jing was everything to him: a parent, a teacher, a brother and a friend. Their manor at London has only four servants. One is the butler then the maid, and the other two are the cook and the gardener. Lord Jing attends to Shun's every need, from taking a bath and dressing to academic, dancing, horse-riding and fencing lessons, as well as the boy's most private education. The two of them can't be really separated.