Their King had been extremely silent for a few days, which only fueled their nervousness; the monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain had never seen Sun Wukong so taciturn, especially not after training with MK; in fact, on those occasions he never failed to talk about him for hours on end, underlining how much the boy was improving in mastering his powers.
Yet, after their last meeting, something had changed: the boy hadn't been seen for days and the Monkey King had locked himself behind a barrier of perpetual silence.
Wukong was thoughtful and worried; he couldn't understand the reason for the boy's questions and why he seemed so upset that his mentor regularly went to a brothel, like that fact was a crime. From what he knew, it was common practice even among humans to frequent certain places, so why should it be any different for a demon?
Yet there was something in the way MK had asked him those questions that troubled him: the boy didn't seem embarrassed by the topic, it seemed more like something had shaken him to the core, as if he had witnessed something terrible in that place. Which was not possible given that Wukong only ever used the closed rooms of the brothel, inaccessible to anyone except the girls and boys who worked there and of course the paying customers.
The King sank onto his bed with a frustrated sigh; he was regretting having reacted so coldly to MK's questions, perhaps he could have simply explained how things were instead of evading his questions; after all the boy was an adult now, surely he would understand his needs after centuries of solitude.
And speaking of needs...
Thinking back to the brothel and the guests with whom he had shared the bed over and over again, he felt a more than familiar desire arise within himself - and in his pants; however, he didn't feel like jumping on his cloud to reach the "pleasure house" again, not when only a few hours had passed since his last visit.
Wukong glanced at the door, making sure it was closed, before dropping his clothes with a sigh, revealing his now awake, if only half-assed erection; however, all he had to do was tighten his hand around it with a small groan to make it reach a completely erect position. He began to slowly rub the palm of his hand along its entire length, from the base to the tip, while his breathing became heavier as he increased the speed of those caresses.
He closed his eyes, trying to imagine that it was the hand of the person he wanted most at that moment touching him, biting his lips to stifle the moans of pleasure that tried to escape his control; he didn't want to attract the attention of his subjects and risk having to interrupt at the best moment.
The rhythm of his movements became more frenetic, his pelvis reflexively met the thrusts of his hand on his member, creating a delicious friction. A few more seconds, one last word "whispered" in his ear by his subconscious and imagination, and Sun Wukong finally managed to reach the orgasm with one last muffled moan, his seed now dripping free from his fingers to smear his clothes and sheets.
The Monkey King's body relaxed with a final sigh, his eyes reopened, fixating on the ceiling of the room, and then lowered them to study the mess he had just made on his bed. He pulled himself up with an annoyed grimace and his legs still a little weak; it would have been better to hurry up and clean up before his little monkeys peeked out the door attracted by the smell of sweat and sex that was now permeating the air.
Then, he concluded after thinking about it, he would start looking for the best way to reconcile with MK. That boy deserved a little explanation after all.