“My eyes have been opened,” said Shen Qingqiu.
Luo Binghe nodded. “My eyes have been opened.” And he continued, “So, this disciple can’t have had his eyes opened for nothing, can he?”
“Luo Binghe, even though this master has allowed you to… I never allowed you all this variety,” Shen Qingqiu said in a warning tone.
Luo Binghe started. “Oh. This disciple understands.”
He looked a bit disappointed, but he didn’t push the issue. Now Shen Qingqiu was the one feeling uneasy.
Luo Binghe had never made any requests of him when it came to these matters. Because of his lackluster skill, he was always cautious in the extreme, and he even somewhat capitulated to Shen Qingqiu. Now he had finally acquired some instructional materials and found a bit of self-confidence, hoping to try them out together, only for Shen Qingqiu to toss a basin of cold water over his head…
Shen Qingqiu squirmed in his seat. After a while, he finally picked up his fan to cover his face and said with some reserve, “How do you want to do it?”
All at once, Luo Binghe came alive, like a flower blooming in the warmth of spring. Shen Qingqiu was inwardly pleased by this, and he told himself he might as well forsake his poor face and play along. They had already done it either way; what did he need face for?
Just to be safe, he forced himself to pick up Regret of Chunshan and flip through it rapidly even as a vein jumped in his forehead, but he didn’t find any positions or techniques that seemed too illogical and so relaxed a little bit—
Only to turn around and see Luo Binghe walking toward him, all smiles as he earnestly held up an even thicker booklet. “Shizun, why are you looking at that one?”
Shen Qingqiu had no words. The cover of the booklet Luo Binghe was holding indicated it was the promising newcomer that held the honor of being a target of aggressive restriction alongside Regret of Chunshan: Song of Bingqiu. Its author was listed as: The Three Holy Mothers.
“This one has even more to teach, and is far more detailed,” said Luo Binghe. “It doesn’t take long to get the hang of putting it into practice either. This disciple brewed a jar of flower wine according to its instructions. Shall we see whether its effect is as described?”
Looks to me like it just has even lower depths to plumb!
Shen Qingqiu knew that under no circumstances was this jar of wine meant for drinking.
Wait a minute. The props were all prepared—had Luo Binghe just been putting on a pitiful act to mess with him?!
Luo Binghe pulled Shen Qingqiu’s hips up, leaving his rear pointed high as his back arched into a limber curve, his back toward Luo Binghe.
This was the condition Shen Qingqiu had set for accepting his request: if Luo Binghe insisted on trying something from the book, he would do it from behind, or else Shen Qingqiu really wouldn’t be able to hang on to his easily wounded dignity. Though Luo Binghe was eternally obsessed with “fucking Shizun face-to-face,” he was impatient to put what he had learned into practice, and he had learned from this booklet that the person on the bottom could more easily feel pleasure if they did it from behind, so he happily agreed.
He picked up that jar of rare fine wine, pressed its long, skinny neck to the tight pink entrance on Shen Qingqiu’s lower half, and slowly pushed it in.
The neck of the jar was tapered, so it entered easily, but the farther in it was pushed, the tighter his hole clung to it. The chilly wine poured in, and his insides clenched at the sensation. Shen Qingqiu grabbed the blankets beneath him, brow knitting together.
He could hear the gurgles of the wine as it poured into his intestines, and the swollen drooping sensation in his abdomen was more and more obvious. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but say, “That’s enough…”
Luo Binghe obediently stopped, but the mouth of the wine jar remained inserted inside him.
This wine was refreshing at first blush, but its delayed effects were strong. Soon, Shen Qingqiu’s insides began to burn fiery-hot. Unable to relieve himself of this painful itching sensation, he shifted his arms to crawl forward slightly.
This time, Luo Binghe didn’t stop him. The mouth of the jar slid out of his entrance with a pop. Shen Qingqiu clenched before the wine could dribble out, and then…he didn’t know what to do.
Letting wine pour out of his ass right in front of Luo Binghe would be far too humiliating. But he had only moved a bit and he already couldn’t take it; he was afraid his hold would slip with even the slightest movement.
Luo Binghe draped himself over Shen Qingqiu, one hand playing with his pointed, pale red nipples as he gnawed on the smooth skin of his shoulder. His other arm lifted Shen Qingqiu’s sore, weakened hips and lined up his cock. The hot, hard tip poked threateningly against his rear until it found that small hole and rubbed against it.
Looks like he really did learn a lot from that damned little booklet… Shen Qingqiu couldn’t take this teasing. His hands twisted in the sheets beneath him and sweat rose all over his body.
As soon as his attention had wandered for a second, his clenched shut entrance was breached in one decisive thrust.
Shen Qingqiu immediately went limp from waist to legs. His arms also failed to support the weight of his upper body, and he sprawled over the bed. The only good thing was that with Luo Binghe’s considerable size, his entrance had been entirely plugged. The wine was sealed securely inside Shen Qingqiu, unable to leak out. It still hurt having that thing thrust inside him all at once, but amidst the pain, something seemed to be different.
The wine lit his insides on fire, the feeling full and hot and wet. When Luo Binghe began to thrust, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stop the liquid from spilling out as his delicate flesh was pulled outward, dripping like flowing nectar. The wet sounds that came with each movement made his entire face flush with embarrassment. A tingling sensation alongside an ache spread from deep inside his lower belly. That spot inside him thirsted to be rammed roughly against, to be fucked raw until it itched, but that flared head only brushed against that patch of tender flesh. Shen Qingqiu’s waist twisted in frustration, and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips back into the thrusts.
Luo Binghe missed none of his tiny movements. He paused, panted for breath, then continued joyfully. “Shizun? Does it feel good? Am I doing well?!”