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Unrealistically Good Sex, Worldbuilding 7/10

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“I am fine,” Liu Qingge grits out from where he leans against the wall of the succubus den, panting and barely able to stand. His shiny black hair still carries the light purple sheen of the succubus poison that Madame Meiyin doused him with as she made her escape; his beautiful face is lightly flushed. “We don’t have to-” he glances at Shen Qingqiu, and then away, eyebrows drawing together as he’s wracked with a bout of… probably not pain, if Shen Qingqiu knows his Proud Immortal Demon Way!

 

Shen Qingqiu, as a transmigrator, is, after all, incredibly genre-savvy. That’s why he knows that Liu Qingge has just sealed their fate with his unfortunate words. ‘We don’t have to’? Nothing more perfectly guarantees that two people are about to perform the fabled fuck or die!

 

Shen Qingqiu, feeling his cock heavy between his legs, manfully resigns himself to participating in genre-required activities. Liu Qingge is pretty enough, after all; and since transmigrating into this new body, Shen Qingqiu has found out that a dick is way easier to wring orgasms out of than his previous equipment. Even if Liu Qingge doesn’t really know what he’s doing, Shen Qingqiu should still be able to get off. 

 

Not that that’s that important! What’s most important, of course, is curing Liu Qingge from his dire poisoning. Any orgasms for Shen Qingqiu will be incidental. A bonus, as he does his duty by the genre and deflowers his virginal shidi in a succubus cave. For plot reasons. Not for getting off reasons. It’s not like it really matters that this will be Shen Qingqiu’s first time having sex- penetrative sex, anyway- and it’s certainly not like Shen Qingqiu ever pictured losing his virginity in a cave for dumb fuck or die reasons with a beautiful man. Not extensively, anyway. Not since he transmigrated, anyway!

 

And this isn’t just… some man, after all. It’s Liu Qingge, his reliable shidi, his meridian-cleanser, his- he dares say- friend, and taxi service. His friend, who’s strangely invested in Shen Qingqiu’s destined significant other and who likes to fight more than talk and whose beauty mark is always being kissed by his bang. His friend, whose eyes have fallen closed and who is now visibly trembling where he supports himself against the rock wall.

 

It can’t be that comfortable. Shen Qingqiu frowns; Liu Qingge should support himself against Shen Qingqiu, instead.

 

He breathes out carefully and walks closer to Liu Qingge, who draws in a tight breath at his approach. What’s up with that martial awareness, shidi? Your eyes aren’t even open, but you can sense shixiong’s approach?

 

“We don’t have to,” Liu Qingge rasps out again, as if trying to convince himself. Shen Qingqiu’s mouth twitches into a moue.

 

“Is the idea so terrible, shidi?” he asks, bracing a hand on Liu Qingge’s upper arm in friendly support. “Would you prefer someone else? I could try to find…”

 

He trails off. Still in the area are: not Madame Meiyin (hightailed it), not any other succubi (all dead at Liu Qingge’s hands), and…

 

Himself! Come on, Liu Qingge, shixiong might be a little inexperienced in the bedroom arts, but he’s totally willing to learn! He’ll even let you top!

 

“No one else,” Liu Qingge grits out, the hard muscle of his arm flexing under Shen Qingqiu’s grip. Shen Qingqiu is struck with a sudden curiosity about what the rest of his body looks like. The god of war has gotta be… kind of built, right? 

 

Reaching down, Shen Qingqiu adjusts his volunteering dick in his pants, clearing his throat. “Shixiong won’t, if you don’t want to,” he reassures him.

 

“I…” Liu Qingge says, hand coming up to grip Shen Qingqiu’s bicep in a matching grab. His fingers are digging in so hard, Shen Qingqiu can feel bruises starting to form already. Hey, be a little easier on the merchandise, shidi! “I… do you…”

 

“Shixiong is willing,” Shen Qingqiu assures him, plucking uselessly at Liu Qingge’s fingers while hiding his wince.

 

“...Fine,” Liu Qingge bites out, fingers tightening yet further on Shen Qingqiu’s bicep.

 

Well… not really the romantic seduction that Shen Qingqiu pictured giving his first time up for, but he’ll take it!

 

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Shen Qingqiu’s inner robe spreads out like somewhat algae-infested green water across the sand floor of the succubus den. Liu Qingge lays- or, rather, stiffy braces himself on his elbows- like a white line of moonlight across it. 

 

Cautiously, Shen Qingqiu lays down next to Liu Qingge, barely touching him. The perfect skin of Liu Qingge’s face is illuminated by a faint sheen of sweat; his chest is heaving like so many flat bosoms in the chapters requested by that one reader who didn’t like big boobs. His hair is dark and beautiful, the bang falling across his cheek and directing the eye to his pink, parted lips.

 

He is: pretty hot.

 

He is: in need of assistance.

 

He is: in need of LIFE SAVING SEX!

 

Shen Qingqiu, who is definitely not experiencing any form of elation at watching things go exactly as his genre-savvy brain predicted, places a careful hand on Liu Qingge’s stomach, feeling the way it jumps as Liu Qingge gasps. Slowly, he moves his hand down further, brushing Liu Qingge’s fine robes out of the way to reach the waistband of his pants. When Liu Qingge doesn’t object, Shen Qingqiu pushes his hand down them and grabs his-

 

His- dick? There is no dick to be found. Instead, his exploring fingers encounter some hair, and then lips- and between them, an absolutely obscene amount of wetness, immediately slicking his fingers up. 

 

Oh god, Liu Qingge is dripping with it.

 

Thoughtfully, Shen Qingqiu starts to play with the outside of Liu Qingge’s pussy as he considers what this means, not letting himself get distracted by the way that Liu Qingge gasps and squirms and starts twitching up into his hand. On the plus side, now they don’t need to figure out who’s going to top! On the minus side…

 

So. Shen Qingqiu hasn’t seen a vagina since he transmigrated in. He’s pretty familiar with how his own used to work, but he has his suspicions that genitals in this world that Airplane-bro created might not follow… normal guidelines.

 

Case in point: Shen Qingqiu had given ONE lackluster handjob back in his previous life, but the, ahem, equipment on the body that he has now is really… incomparable. The size is different, as is the reactiveness; and as is the… product. The amount. Of product. 

 

Shen Qingqiu swallows, remembering some of the descriptions of vaginas from Proud Immortal Demon Way. Endlessly emphasized was how fucking good they felt on dick. He is NOT here to objectify his shidi, but also… if they have to do it anyway…

 

What if it feels good? What if it feels really really good? Can he look Liu Qingge in the eye if he finds out that he loves fucking his pussy?

 

Well, it doesn’t matter either way, because they have no choice! Shen Qingqiu’s reactive dick is fully ready for the task at hand, even though nobody’s taken off any clothes. He can fix that.

 

“I’ll help you with your robes, shidi,” Shen Qingqiu says, withdrawing his completely slick fingers from where they’d been lightly drawing between Liu Qingge’s folds. Liu Qingge makes a small noise of protest, and then his eyes snap open as if in surprise at himself. They fix unwaveringly on Shen Qingqiu’s hands as he begins to untie Liu Qingge’s belt and part his robes from his chest. The color rises further on Liu Qingge’s face.

 

“Has shidi done this before?” Shen Qingqiu asks conversationally. Liu Qingge’s chest and abs are just as ripped as he expected; Shen Qingqiu’s dick is so hard to stick it in that it hurts. What if Liu Qingge is a virgin? Is virgin pussy extra good in Proud Immortal Demon Way? Airplane seemed to think it would be, does that mean it actually is?

 

“What does that matter!” Liu Qingge snaps, perfectly following the genre conventions for blushing tsundere VIRGIN beauties about to be deflowered in caves. 

 

“Don’t worry,” Shen Qingqiu murmurs as calmingly as he can through his dry throat. “Shixiong will be gentle.”

 

Liu Qingge makes a small noise like he’s being strangled, and lets Shen Qingqiu take his pants off. He’s now very, very naked on Shen Qingqiu’s smooth green robe; Shen Qingqiu wastes no time in matching his attire. Equality!

 

“Should I-” Shen Qingqiu asks, trailing his fingers between Liu Qingge’s labia again. He never had penetrative sex in his last life, but he’s pretty sure that unless things are drastically different here, it’ll be much easier to reach the required life-saving orgasms if he fingers Liu Qingge first, or plays with his clit a little. 

 

Liu Qingge makes an unknowable expression at the first brush of Shen Qingqiu’s fingers; then, a high-pitched noise escapes him as Shen Qingqiu gently circles his clit. 

 

Shen Qingqiu watches Liu Qingge’s eyes screw closed. He watches his breath goes shallow and strained. He watches his fingers rip straight through Shen Qingqiu’s best outer robe.

 

“What-” Liu Qingge gasps, before his whole body shudders and shivers in abrupt, jerking motions.

 

 

Did Liu Qingge just…

 

Okay the clitoris is NOT a button that you press to activate the ‘orgasm now’ function, Airplane! Or Shen Qingqiu’s wasn’t, at any rate… what the heck? Is this a sex pollen thing, or just bad writing?

 

“Oh,” Liu Qingge gasps, eyebrows furrowed in furious concentration- as if he’s considering physically fighting the orgasm he’s experiencing.

 

“Is it okay?” Shen Qingqiu asks, watching Liu Qingge’s extravagantly handsome face carefully for signs of pleasure. He circles slowly around the clit once more, and watches Liu Qingge’s beautiful lips part on a silent moan. Shen Qingqiu the lesser is paying very close attention. Concentrating… hard. Very hard. Very hard and very wet. Shen Qingqiu really wants to put it in. But it’s not time for that yet! Keep your eyes on the prize, Shen Qingqiu, sex is so much better with foreplay!

 

“I need it,” Liu Qingge bites out furiously, and Shen Qingqiu immediately climbs on top of him, pressing his legs open. Foreplay who? He doesn’t know her!

 

“I’ll take care of you, shidi, don’t worry, shixiong has you,” he babbles, lining his leaking dick up with Liu Qingge’s silky-smooth, dripping wet hole. Liu Qingge hisses when the head smacks against him, hips arching up to meet the brush of Shen Qingqiu’s eager cock. “I’ll give it to you, okay?” Shen Qingqiu continues, staring down at Liu Qingge’s wet pussy. “Here, just lie back, I’m putting it in, relax-”

 

“Oh,” Liu Qingge gasps, as the head starts to push in. Shen Qingqiu moans with him; he’s never felt something as good as this. Clit sucking vibrator who? Poorly performed oral who? He wonders if there’s some kind of cultivation-related thing making it better; didn’t Proud Immortal Demon Way mention that higher cultivation meant better sex? Is this because Liu Qingge is a peak lord? Or just because he’s so hot? Hot in appearance, and hot inside his-

 

“Oh, you’re tight,” Shen Qingqiu gasps, inadvertently echoing his least-favorite porn stars as his hips twitch forward. Liu Qingge makes a small noise, and Shen Qingqiu slides out an inch just to slide back in again- slightly deeper, this time. Liu Qingge is so wet, Shen Qingqiu’s cock is shiny with it when he pulls out; it makes a filthy wet noise when he pushes back in. 

 

Liu Qingge thrashes beneath him, fingers digging into Shen Qingqiu’s skin as a small, shocked noise escapes from his throat. The movements of his body are squeezing him around Shen Qingqiu’s cock, over and over, in pulses- oh wait no, it’s that he’s coming again, this time just from Shen Qingqiu putting it in.

 

Shen Qingqiu bites his lip and tries not to follow as he slides in to the base, pleasure pulsing in his dick and thighs and stomach. Liu Qingge feels so sloppy and wet, he can barely stand it. He starts to fuck his hips forward fast and steady and his eyes roll back in his head- gods, sex is so good, Airplane you’ll get a pass on the shitty worldbuilding this one time if it means Shen Qingqiu gets to have this!

 

“Ah, ah-” Liu Qingge’s small breathless noises come, sexy-like. His beautiful face is scrunched up so hard trying to keep the noises in that Shen Qingqiu’s forehead aches in sympathy. With feeling, he pets carefully over the war god’s gorgeous face, smoothing out the lines on it and prompting those vicious eyes to snap open and stare at him like he’s the next target on the battlefield. Shidi, please, you don’t have to look like that, shixiong made sure to use his clean hand!

 

“You-” Liu Qingge gasps, going extra tight around Shen Qingqiu’s cock. Shen Qingqiu moans and fucks in deep, grinding hard and self-indulgently. Liu Qingge’s long, pretty eyelashes flutter as he starts to come again, squeezing around Shen Qingqiu like his pussy knows exactly which parts of Shen Qingqiu’s cock to pay attention to. There’s a flood of wetness between them- oh god, is this squirting? Is squirting real? 

 

Shen Qingqiu is about to bust a nut just from listening to that pretty voice pant, watching Liu Qingge’s beauty that somehow not even an o face can detract from, when Liu Qingge’s legs lock around him and force him deeper inside- and just like that, it’s over, much too fast.

 

Shen Qingqiu comes.

 

He comes so hard that he can feel the jizz pulsing out of his dick- not just once, or in a few spurts, but over and over and over. The pleasure crests and builds and doesn’t subside, pulsing and aching, like scratching an itch you’ve been trying not to scratch but instead of starting to hurt it just satisfies it more and more while it squirms under you and moans for it until you fuck deeper and fill it up with your come. Shen Qingqiu didn’t think he had a creampie kink, he only read all those chapters to mock them, how was he supposed to know it would one day be unironic?!

 

“Shidi!” he gasps, the wet slapping noise between them increasing as he goes harder and faster. Is an orgasm supposed to last this long? It feels SO GOOD, he thinks he might pass out. “Ungh- your body-”

 

Liu Qingge’s pornstar-worthy abs are flexing with each acrobatic undulation of his spine, fucking his hips up to meet Shen Qingqiu’s thrusts like he loves it. The way he’s now coming, for a fourth time, on Shen Qingqiu’s cock also gives a hint in that direction. Fuck, Shen Qingqiu’s mind is melting out of his ears from how hard he’s orgasming, but should he be- is he being a selfish lover? Should he give Liu Qingge some clit action?

 

“Here-” Shen Qingqiu moans out, and reaches down to rub his thumb, fast and firm, over Liu Qingge’s hard clit.

 

Liu Qingge shrieks and seizes up around him, fingernails breaking through the skin of Shen Qingqiu’s back as he slams his head into the sandy cave floor and squirts again. His strong, tight insides squeeze pulse after pulse of Shen Qingqiu’s come out, milking him all the way while he thrashes below Shen Qingqiu, manly moans of desperation falling from his mouth. Shen Qingqiu feels every single square centimeter of his skin go hot and tight, as the final flood of come rushes out of him.

 

After a long, long minute, Liu Qingge’s frantic motion finally stills; Shen Qingqiu’s body feels like it’s been put through a juicer, but like a really nice one that leaves you with a lot of endorphins. He’s emptied out, and his back is aching with fingernail marks, but it feels so good he might cry. His cock is still inside Liu Qingge’s messy pussy, and it’s the best thing he’s never imagined. Sex is like this?

 

He lays down on top of Liu Qingge without pulling out. Liu Qingge makes a noise that sounds like ‘hmph,’ but if ‘hmph’ carried the nuance of ‘you fucked me so good that I can’t even sound annoyed about being used as a body pillow.’ After a few moments to recover, Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, and speaks.

 

“Are you okay, shidi?” he asks.

 

“Don’t talk to me like this,” Liu Qingge says, voice rough like he’s just been fucked to an inch of his life. Shen Qingqiu’s dick gamely considers another round, but Shen Qingqiu firmly dissuades it; he likes leaving it like this, half-soft and held slick in Liu Qingge’s body, surrounded by his own come. Liu Qingge makes no move to pull away, or to push Shen Qingqiu off of himself; Shen Qingqiu guesses that means he’s okay now.

 

“Succubus pollen sure is something, huh,” Shen Qingqiu says musingly. Liu Qingge makes a disapproving noise, and continues to not move away. 

 

After a while, Shen Qingqiu pulls out- slowly, and with an audible wet noise. When he glances down, the sheer amount of come dripping from Liu Qingge’s body is… is…

 

It looks like somebody broke a water balloon in there. Shen Qingqiu did NOT come that much when it was just his own hand! What is this, Airplane? Penetrative sex changes how much you nut?!

 

“Um,” Shen Qingqiu says. “Sorry. I made a bit of a mess.”

 

“It’s not your fault,” Liu Qingge says grumpily. His ears are still red. “You saved my life.”

 

“My pleasure,” Shen Qingqiu says. Awkwardly. “Any time.”

 

“Hmph,” Liu Qingge says, glancing away. Shen Qingqiu watches the come continue to drip out of him.

 

All in all, Shen Qingqiu would score the worldbuilding 7/10.