But that wasn’t the main point… Shen Qingqiu cursed the author of this porn book and porn ballad to be unable to get it up for the rest of his life! Single dog! It’d serve him right to have to jerk it to the end of his days—to jerk it until he died, forever unable to find a wife!
“Why is Shizun’s face going all red and white?” asked Luo Binghe. “The later parts are even more tempestuous and thrilling; they’re worthy of both cheers and applause. In truth, I revered Shizun’s body like a holy object in those five years and never dared to sully it in the slightest, but this is just a little booklet circulating in the streets. It can’t hurt to read and laugh at such fantastical takes.”
Shen Qingqiu eyed the title of this part: Regret of Chunshan, Part 47: Five Years of Empty Waiting.
His balls were going to shatter all over the ground.
No, no, no! This title! He wouldn’t even get near enough to pass the gates into this brave new world! It didn’t need to be this kinky, did it?!
But reality would prove that Shen Qingqiu had underestimated the depths the author of Regret of Chunshan was willing to plumb.
The candlelight flickered. Even if Shen Qingqiu was insensate, his brows were dark and his lips were red, his entire person dyed with a flush of spring.
Luo Binghe looped Shen Qingqiu’s nerveless arms around his own neck before he went to kiss him, to make it look as if Shen Qingqiu had woken up and was hooking his arms around Luo Binghe’s neck to return the kiss.
The curtains hung to the floor, swaying without a breeze. Amidst a desperate entanglement, tousled clothes rustled to the ground. Luo Binghe’s low gasping breaths could be heard from behind the swaying gauze.
Shen Qingqiu splayed lifelessly on top of Luo Binghe, locked within Luo Binghe’s embrace by the firm grip of his arms. The two pearls on his chest were sucked until they were swollen and scarlet red, like a pair of small ripe fruits. His rear was covered with green and purple handprints. The hole that had been fucked until it was a luscious red and still gently clasping the half-hard cock within it, a mess of liquid shining between his thighs.
Shen Qingqiu was going to cry.
This wasn’t even “out of the question”! This was practically a challenge to basic values and the limits of morality!
And he’d heard mpreg novels were very popular on the Green JJ. Heavens protect me, please don’t let Regret of Chunshan have a pregnancy arc, too, thank you!
As the pages flipped by, he would yet be struck by lightning from the heavens.
Regret of Chunshan, Part 55: Heavenly Demon’s Nefarious Blood
THEY WERE PRESSED chest to chest. Luo Binghe could feel the tender, supple skin of the person in his arms; it was moist and glowing as they soaked in the mountain spring.
Without a word, he embraced Shen Qingqiu and leaned down to kiss him deeply, sometimes biting his lips and lightly tugging, sometimes plunging his tongue inside to brashly tangle with his.
Though Shen Qingqiu was unwilling, the heavenly demon’s blood stirred within his stomach, and his entire body went weak. In addition, he was being kissed until he couldn’t breathe, his chest rising up and down in uneven intervals, and as his nipples brushed against Luo Binghe’s muscles, they slowly hardened. Without his notice, his legs had been pried open, and Luo Binghe plunged inside.
Though they had been entangled from dusk ’til dawn for a while now, and Shen Qingqiu had grown used to Luo Binghe’s enormous length, this sudden intrusion was still extremely uncomfortable—especially as, when that fleshy member speared open his inner walls, warm spring water poured in along with it, and his entrance drank more than a little bit of liquid. The legs hanging from both sides of Luo Binghe’s waist squeezed him tight, and his insides fluttered as well. Luo Binghe was only thrilled at how that little hole squeezed and sucked him in. Roughly kneading Shen Qingqiu’s bottom to make him relax, he adjusted his position.
Not long afterward, Shen Qingqiu caught his breath and scolded him through his tears. “Get out!”
Luo Binghe smiled. “Shizun chides me so, but his body seems to disagree.”
Shen Qingqiu clenched his teeth, unwilling to give in. “If you hadn’t fed me that poison blood…how could I be so tormented by an ingrate like you…?”
Under the control of heavenly demon’s blood, the only option left to him was to obediently spread his legs even further, relax his hole, and allow Luo Binghe to fuck him. His flesh seductively cradled Luo Binghe, lightly clinging to him. Shen Qingqiu’s breaths came in gasps, on the brink of sobs, and after a particularly hard thrust, his lips drew tight, low whines seeping out from his nose. Luo Binghe had one arm under his bottom, keeping their hips tightly interlocked, as his other hand blithely smacked Shen Qingqiu’s round, snow-white cheeks once with every thrust. Shen Qingqiu was overcome with humiliation.
Luo Binghe didn’t let him rest for long after that round and carried him out of the spring. Once Shen Qingqiu left the water, his limbs and hole tightened, beset by the cold air. Luo Binghe set him down like a sacrifice on an altar, bare, on a nearby chunk of limestone. There he drew him into a interlocked embrace below the open sky.
The limestone was ice-cold, and Shen Qingqiu began to squirm as soon as he was set down. His skin was fair and pale, and after that vigorous round of lovemaking and the warmth of the spring, his entire body was flushed a bewitching pink. Black eyes painted like stars swelled with dewy ripples as their focus blurred, tired and drowsy, his spirit like dying embers. He turned his head, refusing to look straight at his traitorous disciple, Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe slotted himself between his legs, slinging those pale calves over his shoulders, and sank his cock inside him, then began to thrust at an unhurried pace. Every inch of Shen Qingqiu’s fleshy walls were stretched to the limit as they were scraped by that pillar. The creases at his entrance were stretched smooth.
Shen Qingqiu had nothing to say.
Drugging, non-con, force—what a marvelous buffet. This author was having a lot of fun, weren’t they…
“Actually, I never imagined that heavenly demon’s blood could be used in such a way,” said Luo Binghe.
Shen Qingqiu was silent. After bearing witness to the depths of the original Proud Immortal Demon Way’s depravity, it wasn’t as if he had never thought of it. He’d just never expected that one day, this usage would be applied to him.