Open Promises by manic_intent for ben_jaded
26 Mar 2021
Sometimes, whenever an enterprising Qianyuan backed Zhou Zishu into a corner, he kept himself calm by counting the number of ways he could get away with castrating the offending Qianyuan on behalf of all other Kunze. It’d be a public service, surely—just maybe best not performed in public, in case any children ended up traumatised by the sight. Right now, after days of being stalked by a certain overdressed, pretty-faced Qianyuan, Zishu had comfortably reached a castration count of 14.
- Part 1 of Open Promises
29 Mar 2021
The worst part of being pregnant was not being able to drink. Despite Zhou Zishu’s strenuous protests that it was by now too late to matter, even his useless disciple had quickly been co-opted into the enemy camp. “I’m losing my sense of taste anyway, so what’s the problem?” Zishu complained as Wen Kexing confronted Zishu with a container of wine that Zishu had hidden for later use. It’d last been squirrelled away in his travelling clothes, which Zhang Chengling had taken away to wash and fold. Curse that unfilial disciple.
“You think it’s the taste of alcohol that’s the issue?” Kexing stared at him, incredulous. “Surely you aren’t that ignorant. Or is this sort of miseducation common for people with no medical training?”
- Part 2 of Open Promises