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Shen Yuan- not Shen Qingqiu, he ditched that name a long time ago- has made a beautiful home in the secluded recesses of an isolated mountain ever since he successfully faked his own death.


Was it easy? No. Was it dignified? No. Was it successful? YES!!! 


Knowing that the Abyss was coming up, Shen Yuan had laid his plans far in advance. Luo Binghe, the demonic stallion protagonist of Proud Immortal Demon Way, had certainly been mistreated by Shen QIngqiu for years before Shen Yuan showed up. But the tipping point of his resentment in the novel had been when Shen Qingqiu pushed him down into the Abyss. If he could avoid that and forever after stay out of the way of any attractive young women, he could forestall Luo Binghe’s fixation on vengeance and basically guarantee that he would never run into any problems after that! An inspired move!


Since then, he’s enjoyed a lackadaisical life of idly practicing cultivation (he can use a sword! So cool!), reading novels, and playing music. He made and executed (literally) the perfect plan.


So he doesn’t know why Luo Binghe- who should by all rights think him dead!- just crashed into the woods less than 400 feet from his isolated house.


The protagonist now lies in a slowly smoking crater, seething with demonic energy, a stone’s throw from Shen Yuan’s doorstep. His robes are a dark, steely gray; the demonic Xin Mo is strapped to his hip. Shen Yuan’s favorite cute meadow wildflowers are starting to wilt with the heat from his qi.


Well. There goes Shen Yuan’s carefully chosen scenic view! And fleeting sense of personal safety!


He’s considering whether he’ll have time to grab anything besides Xiu Ya before making a break for it when the demonic energy slowly flickers, then subsides. It churns out a few low bursts, like a pot lowered to a simmer while the fire burns out, disgorging a few thick bubbles before thickening into a glutinous mass. The energy settles, heavy, over Luo Binghe and the crater around him, then slowly draws in, the radius reducing foot by foot until it’s all somehow within the boundaries of Luo Binghe’s tightly muscled body.


Shen Yuan can see him clearly, now that the miasma of energy has retracted into him. It’s his first time seeing him since he was a youth.


The Luo Binghe lying on the ground in front of him certainly matches the descriptions he’s heard through the rumor mill. Even remote towns like the one at the foot of his mountain have gotten wind of the fact that there’s a brutal, domineering demon lord taking over the sects, killing traitors and upstarts with impunity, casually cutting down anyone who attempts to bar his way.


Of course, most of the rumors are not about those particular... conquests, of Luo Binghe’s. They tend to focus on the more… voluptuous conquests.


Shen Yuan, of course, doesn’t need to know any rumors of that- he can tell you way more information than anyone could ever need about Luo Binghe’s various beauties and wives, from their food preferences to their measurements. He wishes that he wasn’t able to, but it was literally impossible to read the trashy novel without picking up detail after detail after detail. 


The details, of course, did tend to overlap. Are there any women with small breasts in this universe? Not that meet Luo Binghe, apparently!


But at any rate, the rumors have made Luo Binghe out to be both terrifying and devastatingly handsome, as Proud Immortal Demon Way itself did. And, looking down at his former apprentice, lying unmoving in the crater, Shen Yuan can confirm that the rumors are…


Definitely true!


Wow what the fuck! He had expected the teenager he tutored to grow into a handsome man, but he really surpassed anything Shen Yuan could have predicted! How is this fair? This must be the protagonist halo. He’s not even awake or moving, and Shen Yuan is a little overawed!


Wait, what’s he thinking? It’s good that Luo Binghe isn’t awake or moving, because if he wakes up, he’s going to see Shen Yuan and come for his life!


It’s time for him to hightail it out of here. He turns to go inside for Xiu Ya, and has almost made it through the door when he hears a low moan from the ground.


Oh no…


That doesn’t sound like… a healthy noise.


Is Luo Binghe… is the protagonist okay?


As a matter of fact- what happened to him? Why did he fall out of the sky so suddenly? Shen Yuan is sure that there was no fight nearby, he felt nothing but a single flare of what ended up being Luo Binghe’s demonic energy before his poor meadow view was destroyed. 


He moves a little closer, to check.


Luo Binghe groans, pitifully.


Shen Qingqiu’s heart… twinges, a little.


Oh no. What is he thinking?


...Surely he can’t just leave him like this. Sure, he’s the protagonist, but what if he’s hurt? Shen Qingqiu should at least make sure that he’s going to be able to recover before he leaves!


He inches closer, until he’s right by the edge of the crater. He can see Luo Binghe’s individual hairs where they twist in the locks that spill artfully across the ground.


How does this protagonist…


Get his hair so shiny? He looks like he’s in a shampoo commercial.


As Shen Yuan is leaning over, taking a more careful look, Luo Binghe’s energy suddenly surges up and out of his body, slamming into him. With a sharp inhale, Shen Yuan uses his cultivation to deflect the wall of energy before it does any damage; but the use of his energy seems to alert the unconscious Luo Binghe that someone is there.


Luo Binghe surges to his feet, eyes still closed, and before Shen Yuan can move, Luo Binghe’s hand has closed around his neck, lifting him off his feet slightly. Shen Yuan doesn’t even have a chance to scrabble at the fingers around his neck before he hears the most dreaded sound in the universe.




~Welcome back! The system is exiting hibernation mode! Activation successful: physical contact with the protagonist received. System fully charged and responsive! We hope you enjoy your service!~


Before Shen Yuan can scream in anguish, another lethargic pulse of energy floods out of Luo Binghe. Still unconscious, Luo Binghe wobbles, slightly, on his feet, hand loosening on Shen Yuan’s neck and releasing him to the ground, before he collapses forward in a dead faint.


Shen Yuan goes from being held off the ground in a one-handed choke to catching and gently cradling his attacker in his arms in the course of three seconds.


What happened to his boring, uninteresting life?! he despairs, as the System’s dings and chimes overlap with a backlog of updates and point accumulations. Luo Binghe lies, still and unmoving and very muscular, in his arms.


Why? Why him? Why this?!


And also... why does the protagonist smell so good? It’s just not fair!




Luo Binghe awakens in an unknown bed that smells faintly familiar, though he can’t quite place the scent. The spot next to him is not just warm, but almost hot, as though the person in it left mere moments ago.


He slowly looks up, eyelids low enough that anyone watching won’t be able to see the movement of his eyes through his lashes. Standing on the other side of the room, about to lift a sword off the wall, is-


He’s on his feet and grabbing the man’s wrist before he can touch the scabbard. The skin of his arm is hot under Luo Binghe’s hand, as if he was the one laying in the warm bed next to Luo Binghe.


That’s impossible, though, because this man is-


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, unable to hide the faint note of wonder in his voice.


Shen Qingqiu jumps when Luo Binghe grabs him, before his dignity falls back over him like a blanket.


“Luo Binghe,” he says, turning to face him and attempting to take his hand back. 


Luo Binghe doesn’t let go; follows Shen Qingqiu when he takes a step back, and another. Shen Qingqiu makes no comment, but leans back slightly, until his shoulder blades are knocking into the wall next to Xiu Ya.


Luo Binghe doesn’t release him; tightens his grip and looks him over hungrily, desperate to confirm that he’s real. That he is, as Luo Binghe thought, still alive.


“I knew you weren’t dead,” he says, satisfaction coloring his words. He had spent a long, long time speculating on what happened to the teacher from his youth; so cruel one day, then so kind, and, finally, gone.


He had mourned him, for a long time. It wasn’t until years and years later that he’d learned of a technique that produced results shockingly familiar to the abrupt way in which Shen Qingqiu’s body had disappeared. With a bit of research, he had become 90% certain that his teacher might, indeed, be alive after all.


But if so, why leave?


If so, why abandon Luo Binghe, right before the Immortal Alliance Conference?


With his teacher there, maybe things wouldn’t have played out the way they did. Maybe Luo Binghe wouldn’t have fallen into the Abyss. 


Why did Shen Qingqiu leave?


But no matter. Now he’s here, in front of Luo Binghe, close enough to touch. He’s warm, and breathing, his pulse beating under Luo Binghe’s fingers. It’s strong and fast, as though Shen Qingqiu is-


“Are you nervous, Shizun?” Luo Binghe says, curiously. He might be nervous, too, if he abandoned his responsibilities and got caught, years later, in the act.


Shen Qingqiu clears his throat. “This master was surprised to see you,” he says, and Luo Binghe’s emotions rush through him at the sound of that voice, so cultured and smooth, precisely as he remembers it despite the years that have passed.


Here, in his grasp, in a way he never was when Luo Binghe was a child.


Luo Binghe is slightly taller than him now. He likes the way Shen Qingqiu looks, when he has to look up to meet his eyes.


“Why was Shizun taking Xiu Ya from the wall?” Luo Binghe asks, mildly, running his thumb up and down Shen Qingqiu’s wrist. He would never have touched his Shizun so casually as a youth; he looked up to him as a pristine immortal, would never have dared to sully him with his hands. Now, having bedded many immortals, he finds that this simple contact, of hand on wrist, excites him in a way that none of the others did.


His Shizun, untouchable, distant, disappeared; now solid in his hand, restrained by his strength.


His breath is starting to come a little fast.


“This Master…” Shen Qingqiu says, and trails off, as Luo Binghe’s hand travels up his arm to rest at his elbow. The fabric he wears is just as fine as all the clothes Luo Binghe used to lay out for him all those years ago; it’s thin enough that Luo Binghe can clearly feel the heat of his skin through it. 


He doesn’t really need to hear Shen Qingqiu’s answer; he knows very well that he must have been planning to leave. Someone who would share a bed with him, warm him with his own body heat and help circulate his energy- for Luo Binghe can tell, now, that his qi has been guided away from a damaging path and back into its normal channels during his sleep- someone who cared for Luo Binghe in that way wouldn’t draw his sword against him.


But leave him? It’s easy to believe that of Shen Qingqiu.


“Surely Shizun isn’t planning to go so soon,” Luo Binghe says, hand tightening slightly on Shen Qingqiu’s elbow. Shen Qingqiu leans back a little further against the wall, and in a swift movement, has taken a fan from his belt, opening it gracefully in front of his face.


“This master can’t imagine that Binghe is particularly pleased to find him here,” he says, words soft, as he fans himself gently, expression hidden.


“On the contrary,” Luo Binghe says, idly running his thumb along the swell of Shen Qingqiu’s bicep. “This disciple is ecstatic to know that Shizun is alive and well.” After a moment, he brings his free hand up, and gently guides Shen Qingqiu’s fan down, exposing his face. Without the fan to hide behind, he can see how Shen Qingqiu’s throat works slightly in a swallow- a minute tell, almost unnoticeable if not for the focused gaze that Luo Binghe pins him with.


“Do tell,” Luo Binghe says with a slow smile. “Why is Shizun living here?”




Shit!!! Shit shit shit shit !!!!


The system’s annoying series of chimes in the back of Shen Yuan’s head isn’t helping him get himself together at all! What satisfaction points, what philosophical depth, peh!! He needs space to think of an excuse to keep Bingge from murdering him- space from these pings in his head and from Luo Binghe himself!


Why does the protagonist have to loom over him like this? He didn’t use to be this tall!


“Binghe…” he says quietly, desperately trying to stall for time.


The smile on Luo Binghe’s face gets a little bigger, and he leans in closer.


“Shizun,” he says, the deep timbre of his voice resonating close to Shen Yuan. 


Close! Too close!!


What happened to his white lotus protege? When did he become so… so imposing, and… and dominating?! Shen Yuan was trying to avoid meeting the blackened Luo Binghe for exactly this reason, there’s no way he’ll be able to hold his own against him. This is the type of guy who could rip off a couple limbs easily!


Luo Binghe, luckily, doesn’t seem to be waiting for much of an answer to his question, instead letting his eyes track over Shen Yuan’s body.


Trying to figure out which bits to take off first?!


“Shizun smells like me,” Luo Binghe says with a small laugh.


S… smells like…?


“This master put you in his bed to let you rest,” he says, stiffly. “Binghe was at risk of qi deviation; this master was attempting to assist you.”


“Very generous of you, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, tone amused. Fuck… okay, he probably would have been fine without Shen Yuan’s help. He’s the protagonist, after all! But seeing him lying there, helpless, Shen Yuan had been reminded of how innocent he’d been back on Qing Jing peak; his harmless, sweet apprentice, needing to be looked after…


As if on cue, the system delivers a notification.


~Luo Binghe’s qi deviation was only temporarily averted! He will soon lose control and go on a killing spree! Please choose from the following options~


-Fight ! ! !

-Activate Small Scenario Pusher to prevent qi deviation


W- what?! Run from a blackened stallion protagonist Luo Binghe, who’s tracked down dozens of foes and slaughtered them mercilessly? Fight this OP demon/ cultivator hybrid who has every trick of Qing Jing peak memorized? And what’s this third option? It sounds too good on the surface, he can’t trust it!


Luo Binghe is still gazing at him steadily, completely unaffected on the outside. This is truly the power of acting the lamb to disguise the wolf beneath; Shen Yuan can’t tell at all that he’s about to crack.


Shen Yuan carefully lays his hand on Luo Binghe’s arm, mirroring his position. “Binghe,” he says cautiously, sending a tentative stream of energy into his meridians. “How are you feeling?”


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmurs, a small smile on his lips. He’s swaying forward slightly, as though being pushed by a strong breeze. “Shizun is really alive. This disciple won’t let you go again.” At his words, the same demonic qi that coated him earlier pulses out of him as if by accident, enveloping Shen Yuan in a heavy, chilling miasma, interfering with his cultivation and rendering him almost useless in a moment. 


Luo Binghe takes his other elbow in a strong grip, rendering both of his arms immobile.


Ahhhh fuck activate activate activate!! He doesn’t care what it is, use the small scenario pusher! He’ll never be able to fight or run from the maxed-out protagonist!


~Small Scenario Pusher activated! We hope you enjoy your experience!~ the system chimes, and Luo Binghe’s hands tighten on Shen Qingqiu’s arms.




Well this is not what Shen Yuan had expected, but he supposes it’s better than getting his arms ripped off?!


Better for his health, anyway, though not for his dignity!


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe growls lowly into his ear. He probably hasn’t realized that he’s grinding his crotch into Shen Yuan’s hip. Oh god this is so awkward. Why is this happening?! 


“Binghe,” Shen Yuan says soothingly, voice catching on itself when he feels the size of Luo Binghe’s cock against him. What the fuck?! There’s no way- that must be Xin Mo’s hilt!?


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says in a low moan, arms pulling Shen Yuan’s hips forward against his. “Shizun- ah-”


Okay- okay he doesn’t know what’s happening here!! He’s not one of your wives, Luo Binghe, this isn’t a wife situation! Why are you calling for Shizun when you’re so obviously-


“Let me have you,” Luo Binghe says lowly into Shen Yuan’s ear, and Shen Yuan feels his whole face go red.


There’s definitely some kind of wires getting crossed here!


“Binghe, you’re about to go into qi deviation,” he says in what he hopes is a calming tone, raising one hand to pat awkwardly at Luo Binghe’s chest. Why is it so muscular? This isn’t fair! “Let this master help you-”


“Yes,” Luo Binghe gasps, and his hands move to grasp at the front of Shen Yuan’s clothing, tugging at it recklessly. “Yes- I need your help, Shizun, help me through it-”


“Wait wait wait!” Shen Yuan yelps, hands clutching at Luo Binghe’s wrists just in time to stop him from ripping his belt off wholesale. “What are you doing?!”


“I can avoid qi deviation by dual cultivating,” Luo Binghe says, batting his eyelashes open to gaze hotly at Shen Yuan from above. His jawline is… so defined… “I’ve done it before. You can help me,” he says, and slowly, as if demonstrating, he grinds his huge cock against Shen Yuan’s stomach through the layers of their robes.


Shen Yuan’s mouth drops open.


He knew that... yes, Luo Binghe has used dual cultivation- aka plot-induced porn scenarios- uncountable times, but-


But with a man?! Never!


With him ?! No way!! No way, he must be- be delirious, or unaware of who Shen Yuan is-


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, pressing his chest against Shen Yuan, pinning him to the wall with his whole hot front tight against him. “Shizun, I used to imagine this all the time- in the bamboo house- in the training hall- when we went on missions together- Shizun, please-”


AAAAHHHHHHH what?! He doesn’t know what’s happening!! That definitely can’t be true, right?! What the fuck! Is this some kind of qi deviation that- that makes the protagonist have fake memories?! What’s going on!


“I want you,” Luo Binghe moans, and Shen Yuan jumps as a hot, wet tongue licks up the side of his neck.


“Luo Binghe!” he gets out, face flooding with heat. “I- you’re-!”


“Please, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, deep voice hot against Shen Yuan’s ear right as he noses at it, and then takes the edge of it between his teeth. “Please- please help your disciple-” he murmurs, sucking gently on Shen Yuan’s earlobe as one of his hands starts to trail down the line of Shen Yuan’s robes towards his belt again. “I need you- don’t leave me again, Shizun-”


Shen Yuan, whole face hot, clutches weakly at the back of Luo Binghe’s hand in protest; but he doesn’t make any move to actually stop it from tugging the belt loose and letting it fall to the ground in a slide of silk.




“Absolutely not!” Shen Yuan says, face pale.


“Please, Shizun, just the tip,” Luo Binghe begs, huge cock bare and leaking over Shen Yuan’s stomach.


“No way! I’d die!” Shen Yuan says, eyes fixed on it.


“Lots of people say that,” Luo Binghe says coaxingly, hand working over himself in a teasingly slow motion. “But by the end they all beg for more. I’ve made so many women come on my cock- please, Shizun, I’ll make it so good for you- I promise you’ll love it-”


“I’m not a woman!” Shen Qingqiu snaps, still unable to take his eyes off the motion of Luo Binghe’s hand. “It’s different! The parts are different! It won’t fit!”


“I’ve done it like this with women,” Luo Binghe says, free hand reaching forward to stroke Shen Yuan’s face possessively. “They love taking it from me. You will too.” His thumb presses against Shen Yuan’s lower lip, and Shen Yuan bats his hand away from his face, cheeks flushed.


Done it like- there’s no way Luo Binghe has been having anal sex with his wives! It was a ridiculously controversial piece of his characterization, but the writing was clear- he refused to put it in the butt! The forum users were completely polarized by it; some of them loved it, some of them were ready to go to their graves insisting that Luo Binghe was having all kinds of nasty filthy anal sex that was censored by Airplane, who was a coward and should be boycotted for it. It became such an issue that a number of users were banned for it, so Shen Yuan remembers it clearly!


So why on earth would the Luo Binghe here have ever-


“Come on, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, hand trailing down Shen Qingqiu’s bare thigh, pushing it slightly to the side. “Let me- please- I need it-”


“No!” Shen Yuan yelps, legs snapping back closed at the first touch of Luo Binghe’s thumb on his inner thigh. “I can’t, I can’t! We have to do something else!”


Shizun ,” Luo Binghe groans, as if Shen Yuan is depriving him of all he’s ever wanted. “Shizun doesn’t know how tempting he is. How hard it is for this disciple to hold back-”


“We can... we can do something else,” Shen Yuan says, face hot. He swallows, and braces himself, closing his eyes in mortification. It takes him a second to get his mouth to make the words he intends to say.


“What- what else… do you want to do...?” he asks, finally, low and embarrassed.


With his eyes closed, he misses the way that Luo Binghe’s eyes flash with satisfaction. Luo Binghe slides closer until his torso is flush against Shen Yuan’s, pressing him down into the bed. Luo Binghe is thin and strong, but he weighs a deceptive amount; he’s heavy on Shen Yuan’s front.


“Will Shizun touch this disciple?” Luo Binghe asks, and Shen Yuan breaks out in a sweat. He can feel Luo Binghe’s cock, hard and hot and leaking, against his bare stomach; can he really- can he even close his fingers around that thing?!


“Please, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, starting to grind his hips slowly and filthily against Shen Qingqiu’s stomach. The slide of his cock is shockingly slick; it makes Shen Yuan flush further. He never pictured being pushed down on his back and having the protagonist rub one off on him, okay? Sue him, he wasn’t able to brace himself for this!


“Please touch me, Shizun,” Luo Binghe pleads, and Shen Yuan, swallowing, allows Luo Binghe to guide his virgin fingers to wrap around his cock. The noise that Luo Binghe makes when he does is something that could probably get an audio drama banned for being too explicit.


Yes ,” Luo Binghe hisses, and ducks his mouth to nip at Shen Yuan’s neck. “Yes- fuck, just like that- ah, Shizun is so good to me- mm, his hand feels just as good as this disciple imagined-”


Shen Yuan’s eyes fall closed in mortification. He doesn’t need the running commentary, okay?!


“I always wondered what it would be like to have you,” Luo Binghe says, hand sliding into Shen Yuan’s hair and tightening. Shen Yuan hears himself make a small, shocked noise. To- to have him?! What is Luo Binghe-


Fuck, ” Luo Binghe says, and his hand wraps around Shen Yuan’s cock.


“Luo Binghe!” Shen Yuan shouts, body jolting up to a sitting position. Or attempting to- Luo Binghe’s weight keeps him pinned down. “What are you-!”


“You’re so hard,” Luo Binghe pants into his neck, palming Shen Yuan’s dick thoroughly, hand sliding down to play with his balls, leaving him no pretense at dignity. “Shizun- fuck, I’m going to make you feel so good- I’ll have you begging by the end of it-”


“We- we’re just trying to- prevent your qi deviation..!” Shen Yuan gets out, a small gasp leaving his mouth as Luo Binghe tugs at his dick experimentally. Why is Luo Binghe t..touching him?! That’s not necessary for-!


Luo Binghe releases Shen Yuan and draws his hand back, bringing to his face in order to-


To lick a broad, wet stripe down it.


Shen Yuan’s mouth goes dry.


When Luo Binghe shoves the hand back between their bodies, the slide of his palm on Shen Yuan’s dick is wetter and slicker than before, making Shen Yuan’s toes curl.


“Luo Binghe-” he says weakly, pushing half-heartedly at his body above him.


“Don’t stop touching me, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, moaning as he fucks his cock forward into the loose circle of Shen Yuan’s fingers. “Don’t stop now, you feel so good on me- fuck-”


Shen Yuan, face on fire, resumes the movement of his hand, hips squirming in embarrassment at the way that Luo Binghe plays with his hard cock. He squirms with- embarrassment, and with hot, shivery pleasure, as his cock starts to leak in Luo Binghe’s hand.


“Fuck, Shizun-” Luo Binghe gasps, and starts to jack him faster.




Shen Yuan, face down on the bed, moans as Luo Binghe pushes his cock between his thighs where they press tightly together. He’s already come twice- once in Luo Binghe’s hand and once with his tongue inside his ass- how is Luo Binghe still going?!


“Shizun!” Luo Binghe groans, balls slapping against Shen Yuan’s thighs noisily as he fucks back and forth between his legs at a punishing pace. “Fuck- fuck, Shizun, you’re still so wet from my mouth- you feel so good on my cock, ah-”


Do you really need to narrate, Luo Binghe?! You Shizun’s thin face isn’t going to survive this!


“I’m close- I’m close-” Luo Binghe says, and pulls his cock out from between Shen Yuan’s thighs, flipping him over onto his back forcefully with one hand before straddling him and taking his cock in hand.


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, leaning over Shen Yuan, hand working himself fast and hard as he stares fixedly at his face. “Shizun, you’re so beautiful. I’ve always wanted to- to-”


His eyes go half-lidded, his gaze becoming even more intense, as he reaches forward to take a handful of Shen Yuan’s hair, pulling until Shen Yuan’s neck arches back.


“Binghe!” Shen Yuan snaps out, voice breathy. “Don’t pull at-”


His mouth is suddenly covered, and he makes a muffled sound of shock, as Luo Binghe’s tongue forces its way inside his lips.


Luo Binghe- wasn’t that tongue just in…!


That’s so nasty! 


But somehow, the protagonist’s mouth tastes really good, even when it was just eating somebody out?!


And how- how does it feel so good, when Luo Binghe is just- just-


His tongue is hot and wet and devastating, Shen Qingqiu feels like he can’t breathe with the way it presses against his, sliding into his mouth like Luo Binghe is imagining sliding something else into him-


Shen Yuan’s eyes blink open, face going red with indignation.


This- this is his first kiss! Slow down a little, Luo Binghe!


He slaps his hand against Luo Binghe’s chest in protest, and Luo Binghe pulls back, licking his lips, fist not letting up on Shen Yuan’s hair and other hand still working himself like lightning. 


“Shizun,” he says, voice dark and smoky. His cock is leaking all over his hand- is he-


“You’re mine now,” he says, and comes all over Shen Yuan’s front, hard enough that some of it hits Shen Yuan’s chin, as Luo Binghe bites his own lip deeply enough that it bleeds.




Luo Binghe doesn’t let him go to sleep without first kissing him for a few minutes more, though Shen Yuan draws the line when it seems like Luo Binghe might get worked up and want to go another round.


“Stop that,” he says, embarrassed, pushing at Luo Binghe’s chest when he tries to roll Shen Yuan under himself again. “The risk of qi deviation has passed. You’re fine now.”


“Shizun didn’t enjoy it?” Luo Binghe asks silkily, eyelashes fluttering. “He doesn’t want this disciple to pleasure him again?”


“You did more than enough,” Shen Yuan says, a slight flush rising to his cheeks. Luo Binghe had followed through on his promise to make Shen Yuan scream on his second orgasm, and he was barely able to prevent Luo Binghe from licking his own come off Shen Yuan’s chest after he finally finished. He doesn’t need the protagonist’s stamina ready to go another round, his body can’t take it!


“That’s fine,” Luo Binghe breathes out contentedly, settling down and pulling Shen Yuan back until he’s encircled in his arms, spooned from behind. Whatever happened to a teacher’s dignity? Why is he the little spoon? “We’ll have plenty of opportunities to make Shizun feel good in the future.”


“The future?” Shen Yuan repeats, tiredly, feeling his eyes already starting to drift closed. 


“Mhm,” Luo Binghe says contentedly behind him, and Shen Yuan feels his thumb brush over Shen Yuan’s lips. “Plenty.”




It’s not until the third time that Shen Yuan tries to make a run for it that he realizes, despairingly, how Luo Binghe is tracking him.


Stupid blood! He should have been more careful with those kisses!


“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, eyes dancing. “Come back to Huan Hua palace with me. Your sect siblings would love to hear word of your wellbeing.”


Word of his wellbeing? If Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan realize he’s been alive all these years, they’ll try to a) kill him and b) reinstate him as peak lord, respectively! He doesn’t need that!


“I have no desire to see them,” he says, waving his fan in front of his face. Okay, that’s maybe a little bit of a lie- he does miss them. But the awkwardness...!


“Then Shizun would like to only see this disciple?” Luo Binghe says cheerfully, wrapping his arms around Shen Yuan’s waist. Shen Yuan frowns, and swats at his arms with the fan, one after the other.


“Be respectful,” he says briskly, and Luo Binghe makes a low noise of pleasure at the swats, pressing closer. 


Uhhh… what’s with that reaction, Luo Binghe? 


Luo Binghe doesn’t take his arms off of Shen Yuan’s waist.


“Shizun’s whereabouts can be a secret just for this disciple to know, then,” he says in a quiet, delighted voice, and Shen Yuan feels himself sigh.


Well, if those are his options…


“Take me to Huan Hua palace,” he says. “I’ll meet with Qing Jing peak.”




And thus, it’s 5 years too late that Shen Yuan learns that his fellow transmigrator had all the information that he could have used to plan a successful escape, in a separate body, that Luo Binghe wouldn’t have recognized.


Stupid plant seed!! If only he’d known, he would have actually been successful at faking his own death! Hindsight 20/20!