Chapter 29:
Regret of Chunshan and Song of Bingqiu
“WAIT, WAIT, calm down first.”
From his place nestled between Shen Qingqiu’s legs, Luo Binghe shifted even farther forward. “But this disciple saw something very interesting today. I’m afraid I won’t be able to calm down for the next few days. Shizun, what should I do?”
After resting for over a month at Cang Qiong Mountain, Luo Binghe had finally recovered his original form. Shen Qingqiu knew this day wouldn’t end peacefully, but he still said with composure, “That’s easy. What did you see? Bring it here and show this master so we can discuss it together. But before that, get in a more normal position so we can talk properly.”
Luo Binghe nodded and ignored the last request entirely. “Okay, then I’ll let Shizun see.”
Slow and measured, he retrieved a thin little booklet from his lapels. The little booklet was illustrated in a flowery style, rather gaudy at first glance—not to mention familiar.
Shen Qingqiu was still pondering this familiarity when Luo Binghe flipped it open, straightened his back, and began to recite in a bright, clear voice.
“Once night fell, Luo Binghe lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to find slumber. He was used to passing out on the cold floor of the woodshed, and suddenly finding himself in a bed, he found it difficult to fall asleep—especially when the shizun he so longed for lay not far away, just on the other side of a single screen and a gauze canopy. The day’s solicitous inquiries and attentive concern replayed before his eyes, fanning the fire in the pit of his stomach hotter and hotter, higher and higher…”
Shen Qingqiu was speechless.
Luo Binghe continued reading with a straight face. “Luo Binghe felt his way to the bed. Cloth rustled beneath his hands as he loosened the ties of Shen Qingqiu’s inner robe, and when he reached beneath the layer of cloth, he found fine, smooth skin, and strong, supple muscle. Dazed and spellbound, he tore the waist sash in two…”
Shen Qingqiu cast a glance at the waist sash Luo Binghe had just ferociously torn open and tossed on the ground. Goosebumps rose all over his body. What was he supposed to say to this?!
Luo Binghe lowered the booklet, looked up, and said, in all seriousness, “It says here that this disciple lost his virginity the same night he moved out of the woodshed. In the flames of desire, lurid intentions bloomed. I snuck into the Bamboo House’s inner room in the middle of the night under cover of darkness, and while shizun was in the grip of a nightmare, unable to move an inch, did such and such and so and so, amorous and tender, until the break of dawn.”
What the fuck?! If I remember correctly, Luo Binghe was only fifteen back then! Utterly devoid of conscience! Perverse lunacy!
Luo Binghe continued as he flipped. “Though the Luo Binghe in this novel is more audacious than this disciple and dares to act more boldly, his feelings for Shizun aren’t far from the truth.”
“If you really ‘dared to act’ like that, this master couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t take your life on the spot.”
Luo Binghe leaned down and kissed Shen Qingqiu’s earlobe. Warm breath spilled over the rim of his ear as he cajoled him. “Shizun, weren’t you the one who said we would explore together? At least give it a second glance.”
He didn’t dare look. If that text burned out his eyes, there was no way to get them replaced!
Luo Binghe chuckled. “You won’t look? Then allow this disciple to read it for you.” Voice expressive, he went on.
“After Shizun lost his chastity to ‘Luo Binghe’ that night, he severely punished this rebellious disciple and intended to banish him from Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, but in the end, he couldn’t bear to do it. He merely treated him coldly until the Immortal Alliance Conference was beset by sudden misfortune. Master and disciple were separated, several years passed, and when they reunited, ‘Shen Qingqiu’ finally fell into ‘Luo Binghe’s’ clutches. Look here, Shizun, the Huan Hua Palace Water Prison chapter is really something else.”
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t compete with Luo Binghe’s stubbornness, and he truly was a bit curious, so in a momentary slip of control, he snuck a glance out of the corner of his eye.
This single glance burned him to a perfect crisp.
Regret of Chunshan, Part 37: Flirtation in the Water Prison
SHEN QINGQIU shook his head, voice slurred as he spoke. “Luo…Binghe, you…let me go…”
Luo Binghe gripped the globes of his rear, kneaded them once, twice, then pulled them apart to expose the hole that had been ravaged countless times. “Shizun, now you’re crying for me to let you go,” he said with a wicked laugh. “Back then, did you ever think this day would come?”
Shen Qingqiu sobbed and sobbed. “It’s too swollen… It won’t fit…”
It was indeed very swollen, so much so that the sight was nearly unbearable. The ring of reddened flesh was so swollen that it nearly glowed, and it was shut tight, looking as if it would be most difficult to penetrate. Luo Binghe felt some sympathy for him, but he soon remembered how Shen Qingqiu had abandoned him, and his hatred rose yet again. Cold and merciless, he plunged inside once more, but before he got even halfway, he found further progress difficult, for while the inflamed entrance was warmer and slicker than usual, it was also narrower and tighter.
Tears rolled down Shen Qingqiu’s face like raindrops on flower petals, his breath hitching in gasps, as pain blossomed along with the sudden and forceful intrusion of that cock. But his hands were tied, and even as he twisted and struggled in vain, he was unable to escape.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t speak. Holy shit, what the motherfuck is this?!
Who the fuck was this guy crying “like raindrops on flower petals”?! And who was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Deadly?!
The one who cried the most every time they got in bed was Luo Binghe, okay?!
He looked at the author’s name: Sleeping Willow Flower. The name alone made him sound like some sort of scoundrel; he had to be the same sort of person as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky.
After Luo Binghe finished reading, he said, “As for this disciple, he never could have forced you like this. If Shizun merely furrowed his brow, this disciple wouldn’t have been able to continue. How could I let Shizun sob like this yet still not stop? The depiction here is a bit unrealistic.”
Not only was it unrealistic… It was OOC. Completely OOC—OOC all the way off the map!
This fucking Regret of Chunshan! It was basically trashy RPF porn fanfic that was OOC to the heavens, yet it had somehow become so popular! No wonder he always heard girls say “the trashier a work, the more easily it becomes a niche hit”!