Shen Qingqiu had decided to go to the medicinal hot spring at Qian Cao Peak when his seasonal cold started to descend. Few things were as insulting to his dignity as sneezing in front of the other disciples. He’d also chosen to go in the middle of the night because he didn’t feel like tolerating anyone else. Shen Qingqiu relaxed into the spring, resting his back against the stone. He dipped a rag into the warm water and placed it over his face, inhaling the minerals and feeling his sinuses clear.
Then he heard someone’s clothes rustling. Who dared to come to the spring at this time? Shen Qingqiu took off the rag and hoped his face was enough to scare any fellow disciple away.
But it wasn’t a disciple—it was Yue Qingyuan, one toe in the water. At least, Shen Qingqiu was able to look at his pose for only a minute, because there was a… thing. A huge thing. Dangling from between Yue Qingyuan’s legs.
Shen Qingqiu dropped the rag.
“Shidi? My apologies, I didn’t realize it was you.”
Frowning, Shen Qingqiu asked, “Are you going to get into the water or not?”
Please get in the water and get that monster out of sight! Shen Qingqiu felt his face reddening. There was no avoiding it. How could he just pretend he hadn’t seen it? Surely, Yue Qingyuan had to know he was hung like a horse! Couldn’t he have a little shame about it?
“I’m probably disturbing you,” Yue Qingyuan said, still standing with one leg out, exposing his gigantic organ to Shen Qingqiu’s despoiled eyes.
“Disturbing me?” Shen Qingqiu groped behind him for where he’d left his fan, touching his sleeve without any luck. “If I say that you’re disturbing me, would you leave?”
“Is that what you want?”
Shen Qingqiu wanted to go back in time and keep the rag over his face. It wasn’t even erect! Yue Qingyuan’s cultivation wasn’t the only thing that had far outpaced Shen Qingqiu in the years they’d spent apart.
“Is shidi ill? Your face is red.”
“Get in the water, Yue Qingyuan,” Shen Qingqiu muttered.
Yue Qingyuan finally stepped into the spring, settling himself and his penis on the other side.
“Are you catching a cold?” Yue Qingyuan asked. “You always used to get colds around this time of year.”
“No,” Shen Qingqiu lied.
“I saw one of your landscape paintings at the annual art competition. Your style is very elegant.”
Yue Qingyuan kept talking, as if he hadn’t just revealed that he had three legs. Did he think that was normal? Surely, he’d seen other men naked before. Did he never look down at himself and think, I should have a little modesty about this?
Unless he was showing off to Shen Qingqiu that he was so much larger than him. Casually revealing that Shen Qingqiu was as inferior in his physical endowments as in his cultivation. Shen Qingqiu had nothing to be ashamed of—he just wasn’t monstrous! He refused to be cowed by Yue Qingyuan’s cock, no matter how big and girthy it was.
What was it like when it got hard?
“How is your cultivation progressing?”
“My cultivation?” Shen Qingqiu was convinced that he must have misheard. “You, of all people, are asking me about my cultivation?”
He was so weak that he hadn’t even formed a core yet, and while that would normally bring bile to his throat, all he could think about was penis. It was right there! Across from him!
“Why?” Shen Qingqiu asked. He was so angry he stood up, so quickly that Yue Qingyuan blinked as water splashed in his face. “What will you do if I say that my cultivation is going poorly? That I’ll always be weak because of how late I started? Are you going to offer to help? Would you dual cultivate with me?”
Yue Qingyuan stared up at him, the tips of his ears going pink. “Dual… cultivate?”
“Of course you wouldn’t dual cultivate with me! I’m not good enough for you, not even for your pity. You’ve always been so lucky, so talented, and now you’re literally swinging your luck in my face!”
“Xiao Jiu, I—”
“Shut your penis!” Shen Qingqiu felt like his whole body was going to turn into a puddle of shame. “Mouth! I meant mouth!”
That was it. He was leaving; there was no saving his face. Shen Qingqiu tried to step up out of the spring, but he slipped and starting falling backwards. Oh good, he was going to hit his head on a rock and die, sparing him from further embarrassment.
Instead, Yue Qingyuan caught him. Shen Qingqiu was cradled against Yue Qingyuan’s bare chest, trapped between the unreadable look on his face and the enormous member below.
“I’ll dual cultivate with you,” Yue Qingyuan said, “if that’s what you want.”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart jumped. “I don’t think I’d survive,” Shen Qingqiu replied, too shocked to hold back. “Or did you not notice?”
“Your cock,” Shen Qingqiu said, somehow blurting out the word. “It’s immense.”
“Ah.” Yue Qingyuan was definitely blushing now. “I don’t have to put it in.”
“What’s the point of it if you’re not going to use it? And how am I supposed to get your yang energy if you don’t stick it in?”
“You said you’d die.”
Was Yue Qingyuan really going to deny Shen Qingqiu just because of his first reaction? “An exaggeration!”
When Yue Qingyuan looked no closer to bending Shen Qingqiu over and testing the limits of his body, Shen Qingqiu reluctantly got to his feet. His eyes immediately drifted downwards. His questions about Yue Qingyuan’s erection were starting to be answered.
“I read about using the thighs in a manual,” Yue Qingyuan said.
His gaze snapping back up to Yue Qingyuan’s face, Shen Qingqiu asked, “You were reading pornography?”
“I didn’t know what dual cultivation was until I kept reading.”
Shen Qingqiu hadn’t found out about dual cultivation until the women at the brothel started asking him about it. Cang Qiong Mountain Sect was extremely orthodox. Shen Qingqiu suddenly felt like he and Yue Qingyuan were literally on the same page, since he now recalled seeing a dual cultivation book in the locked wing of the library.
The illustration was… helpful.
Before Yue Qingyuan could change his mind, Shen Qingqiu turned around and bent over the rim of the spring, bracing himself on his elbows. Like this, his upper thighs were out of the water, but his backside was completely exposed. Shen Qingqiu’s face was burning as he crossed his legs at the knee. He heard water splashing as Yue Qingyuan walked up behind him.
“Can I touch you?” Yue Qingyuan said.
Of course he could touch Shen Qingqiu! How else was Yue Qingyuan supposed to finish? Shen Qingqiu nodded, sucking in a breath when he felt Yue Qingyuan’s hands brush against his hips. Oh. So he meant like that. Then he felt something nudging between his legs, and Shen Qingqiu had to bite down on his lip so he wouldn’t shame himself even further by making a noise.
Yue Qingyuan was absolutely massive. There was no way that someone as inexperienced (that was, completely unexperienced) as Shen Qingqiu could’ve taken it. Shen Qingqiu started to get hard at the feel of Yue Qingyuan’s cock parting his thighs, the head pushing against his balls with each careful, slow thrust.
“You can go faster,” Shen Qingqiu muttered, “since it’s not inside.”
“Is that a request, Qingqiu?”
Yue Qingyuan wasn’t going to leave him any face! “You think you can come like that?”
Without saying another word, Yue Qingyuan’s hands tightened on Shen Qingqiu’s hips and he sped up.
“I’ll hurry,” Yue Qingyuan said. “You won’t have to endure it for very long.”
Endure it? The last of Shen Qingqiu’s patience for Yue Qingyuan unraveled, so he grabbed Yue Qingyuan’s hand and put it on his erection. “Does that feel like I’m enduring it?”
Yue Qingyuan wrapped his fingers around Shen Qingqiu’s cock and stroked, and between that and the feeling of how big Yue Qingyuan was, how he was pressing up against his ass, Shen Qingqiu let out a moan. He felt a surge in yang energy—was the dual cultivation really working? Shen Qingqiu’s spiritual veins felt like they were being flooded with light, enough that he was dizzy. Arching back against Yue Qingyuan, Shen Qingqiu found himself murmuring nonsense about how good he felt. Yue Qingyuan used his other hand to hold Shen Qingqiu steady while he fucked his thighs, as the yang energy in the spring continued to rise.
Shen Qingqiu cried out, feeling his climax in his meridians as much as in his cock. Yue Qingyuan followed him over, his release spattering Shen Qingqiu’s thighs. As the transfer of spiritual energy slowed, Shen Qingqiu was left with the sensation of being filled. He’d never felt so clear-minded before. And with his mind suddenly clear…
Before Yue Qingyuan could get one wrong word out, Shen Qingqiu turned and pulled him into a kiss.