Chapter 84 Part 1

Xie Shu stood behind Qixue, his hands gripping his waist as he continued what they had been doing.

“No, this won’t work…”

Qixue stood on tiptoe, barely able to keep his balance, and had to cling tightly to the silk ribbons suspending his wrists. He tried desperately to press the soles of his feet backward to regain his equilibrium, but the intense swaying always caused him to tilt forward, as if he would crash to the ground at any moment.

This sensation of weightlessness filled Qixue with unease. Xie Shu had tied the ribbons so cleverly that Qixue’s feet couldn’t fully plant on the ground. The more he struggled to steady himself, the more he wobbled from side to side. Only by leaning backward could he stabilize, but Xie Shu was right behind him—leaning back meant throwing himself straight into the trap.

Where was the austere and transcendent State Preceptor in this? Xie Shu was rotten to the core…

Tears welled up in Qixue’s beautiful eyes, like a flower branch swaying in the wind. After trembling unsteadily for a long time, his foot finally slipped, and he was fully suspended in the air by the ribbons, his feet lifting off the ground. He was now entirely at Xie Shu’s mercy.

“Still holding back?”

Xie Shu pressed heavily on his lower abdomen. Qixue couldn’t catch his breath, his face flushing crimson as he stuck out his bright red tongue, letting out an uncontrollable, short whimper: “Ah…”

Now, he was like a water sack filled to the brim. He could even hear the sloshing inside his belly—not just brimming with Primordial Yang, but also the water he had drunk. He really… really couldn’t hold it much longer…

Qixue breathed laboriously, quickly biting down on his plump lower lip. He was so full; if he didn’t shut his mouth, he felt like all that Primordial Yang might overflow from his throat. But how much longer could he endure…?

“Mm…”

He lowered his face pitifully, his brows furrowing tightly. He couldn’t utter a single word.

His entire body was flushed pink, dotted with red marks like scattered petals. It was as if Xie Shu had ripened him fully. The ribbons suspending him were like fruit tree branches, and he was the overripe fruit hanging from them—sweet enough to drip honey, impossible to resist.

But he couldn’t smell his own fragrance. His senses were completely dominated by Xie Shu; he could only smell Xie Shu’s scent.

His mind was filled only with Xie Shu. Closing his eyes brought Xie Shu’s face to mind. Even if he fainted, in his dreams, he couldn’t escape Xie Shu’s control. The moment he fell asleep, Xie Shu would use the Dream Entering Technique on him, ensuring he saw only Xie Shu.

“Spare me…”

Tears shimmered at the corners of Qixue’s eyes, his toes curling as he clenched his legs together desperately: “I really have to… but I don’t want to. How could I…?”

“Why not?”

Xie Shu lifted his muscular arms. One slid under Qixue’s armpit, wrapping forcefully across his chest and pulling him into his embrace. The other hand continued pressing on Qixue’s lower abdomen, cruelly squeezing downward.

“There’s no one else here. Relax. Don’t make it hard on yourself.”

“Xie Shu… Xie—!”

Qixue couldn’t withstand the guidance and coercion. Amid his sobs, he heard the pattering sound of liquid.

He had held back so painfully that, in this moment of release, his back and shoulders trembled. His blurred vision went black in waves, then shifted to white. His whole body felt light and floaty, as if he had fallen into soft clouds, unable to feel his limbs.

The ribbons loosened gently, releasing Qixue’s wrists. Without support, he collapsed limply into Xie Shu’s arms.

The overwhelming pleasure dilated Qixue’s pupils, the light and shadows before him flickering. His ears heard nothing. It took a long time for sensation to return gradually.

“You did well.”

Xie Shu glanced down at the wet legs and feet, his tone calm. He gently stroked Qixue’s long hair in praise.

“…”

Qixue’s rabbit ears flopped softly onto Xie Shu’s hand in response, and then he lost consciousness entirely.

This time, Qixue didn’t just fall asleep—he truly fainted. Xie Shu had toyed with him for three days and nights, pushing him to his limit. Though his body felt no discomfort or exhaustion, his mind could no longer endure.

Xie Shu kissed his forehead and the corners of his eyes lightly, used a spell to clean him up, and carried him back to the bed to sleep.

He redressed neatly, tidied the room back to pristine condition, and resumed refining the Life-Saving Spiritual Medicine for Helan Ji.

The pill furnace’s flames had shifted from red to azure blue. Xie Shu opened the lid, added several spiritual herbs, then sliced his wrist and dripped in a large amount of dragon blood until white mist rose. Only then did he close the lid again.

He returned to the bedside and touched Qixue’s face. Even in sleep, just smelling Xie Shu’s scent made Qixue’s body tremble unconsciously as he murmured softly: “No…”

Xie Shu watched him for a long time, the gold in his vertical pupils deepening. He took a pill from his Sleeve Universe, placed it in his own mouth, and passed it to Qixue with a kiss, making sure he swallowed it.

“…”

The spiritual medicine was extremely nourishing. After swallowing the pill, Qixue broke out in sweat and woke from the heat in a daze. He looked blankly at Xie Shu, still half in a dream, only to be kissed by him again.

It was only the evening of the third day. Qixue still had two full days to endure.

Trapped in the coils of a dragon tail, Qixue broke down and reverted to his original form, crying as he begged Xie Shu: “Please, let me go. I’ll do anything you want…”

The little Rabbit Tuan sobbed in hiccups, his rabbit belly bulging like a lotus paste dumpling stuffed full of filling.

But even in his original form, he couldn’t escape Xie Shu’s control. Though the two diamond-hard medicinal rods were useless now, the flexible dragon tail was enough to deny him any respite.

Xie Shu looked down at him imperiously, his fingertip brushing the soft rabbit ears: “Anything?”

“I can do anything…”

Rabbit Tuan hugged one of his fingers, kissing the pad ingratiatingly. The whole rabbit trembled in a daze: “Anything… please spare me…”

Xie Shu scooped up the entire Rabbit Tuan and held a Marriage Certificate before him: “Press your paw print.”

The certificate stated that Qixue voluntarily divorced Helan Ji and formed a marriage contract with Xie Shu. Once sealed, they would never part.

Rabbit Tuan’s eyes hadn’t recovered; he couldn’t make out the words on the certificate. He had been fucked senseless. Whatever Xie Shu told him to do, he obeyed without resistance. Now, he blindly tried to press his paw print on it.

But Rabbit Tuan had no strength left. His paw was dipped in vermilion from a round box, but after several attempts, he missed the certificate, his paw trembling just short.

Seeing this, Xie Shu gently lifted Rabbit Tuan by the scruff and placed him into the round box. Rabbit Tuan’s butt and tail got covered in vermilion, leaving a vivid rabbit butt print and tail print on the certificate.

Oblivious to having signed the Marriage Certificate, Rabbit Tuan hugged Xie Shu’s hand in a haze, sobbing: “Spare me…”

Xie Shu stored the certificate away and commanded ruthlessly: “Transform back to human form.”

Rabbit Tuan obediently shifted back. Xie Shu picked him up: “I’ll let you go once the pill is done.”

Another two days and nights passed.

On the fifth day, a rich, fragrant pill mist spread. The pill furnace’s lid opened on its own, revealing several radiant spiritual pills lying quietly at the bottom.

Xie Shu carried the groggy Qixue to the furnace: “The pill is complete. I’ll let you out.”

True to his word, Xie Shu bathed Qixue, dressed him, combed his hair, making him stunningly beautiful. He held him in his arms and fed him by hand; Qixue only needed to open his mouth.

Qixue had taken a Fasting Pill and wasn’t hungry, but the delicious food gradually revived his scattered mind. He asked slowly: “…Is it over?”

“It’s over.”

Xie Shu said: “I’ll take you to the Imperial Palace to see Helan Ji.”

Qixue paused, finally recalling why he had endured these days with Xie Shu. Right… it was all to save His Majesty’s life. Now, he was going to the palace to see His Majesty.

His body had regained most of its strength. He staggered to his feet and tugged Xie Shu’s sleeve: “Hurry, I want to see His Majesty. Go save him quickly…”

Seeing his urgency, Xie Shu said no more. He scooped Qixue up horizontally and carried him to the Jade Carriage, heading to the Imperial Palace.

They sat side by side in the carriage, Xie Shu holding Qixue in his lap, stroking his cheek: “How are your eyes?”

Qixue’s vision had improved greatly. Things were still blurry, but at such close range—less than a foot from Xie Shu—he could clearly see his handsome face.

Meeting those deep golden vertical pupils, Qixue felt a shameful heat and trembled slightly, melting into Xie Shu’s arms.

Five days and nights of ecstatic lovemaking had branded him eternally. Even without thinking back, just seeing Xie Shu made this body, which had tasted the marrow, excite and submit fawningly.

Qixue closed his eyes in panic, avoiding Xie Shu’s gaze: “Much better.”

Xie Shu pinched his chin: “Why won’t you look at me?”

Qixue bit his lip: “My eyes are still a bit uncomfortable.”

“You’re afraid to look at me.” Xie Shu exposed the lie. “Qixue, your body can’t leave me anymore.”

“You’re talking nonsense…!”

Qixue flushed red and opened his eyes to retort, but Xie Shu’s hand on his waist melted him into a puddle of spring water, drawing a sweet, soft moan: “Mm…”

Xie Shu stared at him: “Do you want to get pregnant?”

Qixue’s lashes trembled; he didn’t know how to answer. Of course he wanted to—no doubt. And bearing Xie Shu’s child… he wasn’t unwilling. He just wasn’t ready yet.

What he longed for most was to bear His Majesty’s child.

“…” Qixue dodged the question, caressing his lower abdomen softly: “Did you really lift Xuan Yang Daoist’s restriction for me?”

“Yes,” Xie Shu said. “You can get pregnant anytime.”

“From the way you say it, does that mean I haven’t gotten pregnant with your child?” Qixue asked quietly.

Xie Shu asked: “Do you want to bear my child that badly?”

Qixue’s ears turned red: “That’s not what I meant…”

“I didn’t impregnate you.” Xie Shu said. “Your eyes aren’t healed yet; it’s not suitable for bearing dragon clan offspring. Besides, we’ve signed the Marriage Certificate. I’m in no rush.”

“Marriage Certificate?”

Qixue froze, vaguely recalling Xie Shu making him press a print on some paper. The memory was hazy; he’d thought it a dream. But it was real: “That paper was the Marriage Certificate?”

Xie Shu produced it. Qixue squinted close and read it quickly. Furious, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it at Xie Shu.

“I don’t recognize this Marriage Certificate!”

He glared at Xie Shu angrily: “You clearly tricked me into it. I had no idea what was on the paper, and you just picked me up to stamp it. How am I supposed to accept it? Don’t you think you’re despicable?!”

Xie Shu tapped the certificate, smoothing it out, and stored it in his Sleeve Universe: “You promised orally that you’d agree to anything. Now you want to go back on your word?”