Chapter 93

It happened in almost an instant. The fragrant breath Qixue exhaled still lingered by Ji Yuheng’s ear when Ji Yuheng released his Primordial Yang.

His chest heaved up and down, his ears burned fiercely, stinging uncomfortably, but he couldn’t care less about that right now. That moment of climax left his mind blank, his ears buzzing, still retaining the wet sensation.

He had just… come like that.

Qixue hadn’t even done much—just whispered a few lewd sweet nothings in his ear—and he was already stimulated to the point of total defeat, having discarded his armor and fled.

Ji Yuheng felt utterly ashamed. A flush spread from his neck to his ears, his skin scorching hot to the touch.

He wasn’t unaffected by the embarrassment and wanted to tell Qixue to stop immediately, to not continue.

But as the pleasure faded, an emptiness and longing from deep within began to spread gradually. Without truly touching Qixue, how could he be satisfied? Of course, he wanted Qixue badly.

…But could he really say it aloud? Did he even have the right?

Ji Yuheng had no idea what to do. His heart rolled and floated in a boiling pot of oil, and Qixue wasn’t satisfied yet—he wanted to add more fuel to the fire until Ji Yuheng burned in karmic flames, reduced to ashes for him.

“Your Highness…”

He wrapped around Ji Yuheng like dodder vine, his arms hooked around his neck, softly murmuring by his ear. “Why isn’t Your Highness speaking? I want to hear Your Highness say those filthy, lewd words. Tell me everything you want to do to me, okay?”

His soft palm slid down Ji Yuheng’s chest, igniting fires wherever it went. Ji Yuheng’s shoulders and back tensed, drenched in sweat. His bound hands strained with bulging veins, knuckles gripping the hemp rope tightly, producing a faint “creak creak” sound.

“Mother Concubine…”

His voice was hoarse. “Don’t do this, Mother Concubine. I can’t take it.”

“What Mother Concubine?” Qixue said. “Are you going to treat me as your Mother Concubine?”

He hadn’t expected Ji Yuheng to recognize him from the start. He thought changing his voice would make it seamless—as long as he didn’t remove Ji Yuheng’s blindfold, Ji Yuheng couldn’t possibly identify him.

Naughty and coquettish, he pinched Ji Yuheng’s chest muscle. “Crown Prince, you’re such a lewd bastard. You just want to sleep with your own Mother Concubine… Am I not as good as your Mother Concubine? I’m young and beautiful—where am I not better than him? I can serve Your Highness so comfortably too…”

He lowered his head and gently licked Ji Yuheng’s Adam’s apple, feeling that small bone roll restlessly under his tongue. It stirred Ji Yuheng’s heart to pound wildly, his face flushed with gorgeous crimson.

He adored Ji Yuheng. Seeing him aroused like this, how could he remain unmoved? But more evidently, his body’s reaction was obvious—empty to the point where he wanted to clamp his legs together.

It was all Xie Shu’s fault, that slippery eel… He had tormented him for five days and five nights, training him to ripeness. Now, even he himself had become a lewd bastard, practically unable to live without a man.

Qixue’s eyes were wet and glistening. He lifted a hand to brush his cascading waterfall-like hair behind him. He too was covered in sweat, strands sticking to his snow-white back, making him look like he’d just been fished out of water—utterly erotic.

He began to untie Ji Yuheng’s belt. “Let me serve Your Highness…”

Ji Yuheng’s body trembled slightly at the words. “No, I—”

He struggled in embarrassment, not wanting to expose the fact that he’d already released his Primordial Yang. It was just… too quick. If Mother Concubine saw, what would he think of him…

But Qixue had tied the ropes too securely, and Ji Yuheng couldn’t break free for the moment. Qixue pulled out the belt and yanked the waistband down, exposing Ji Yuheng’s sturdy hip bones.

“…”

Ji Yuheng’s face drained of blood—or rather, flushed like dripping blood. His hands gripped the rope tightly. “Mother Concubine…”

“You…” Qixue showed a stunned expression. “Why were you so quick today…”

Actually, contrary to what Ji Yuheng imagined, Qixue had no intention of mocking him. He knew full well how formidable Ji Yuheng was. On the contrary, precisely because he knew, he was surprised.

“I…”

Ji Yuheng didn’t know how to explain. His lips trembled, and he simply fell silent. He… he truly craved Qixue too much, and Qixue had stimulated him beyond endurance. But saying it aloud was too sinful—he couldn’t utter it.

What tormented him even more was that this intense guilt, fueled by Qixue’s provocations, twisted into something else. The heavier his sense of sin, the more excited he became. He could even imagine Qixue’s gaze upon him—if it was like before, filled with contempt and disgust…

Qixue watched wide-eyed as Ji Yuheng hardened again, back to that familiar size—like a donkey’s. The more handsome and noble his face, the more refined his demeanor like orchids and jade trees, the more grotesque and hateful that donkey thing was. It could practically pierce through his belly.

…If he sat down on it, would he really not break?

Qixue felt uneasy, touching his flat abdomen. But thinking of Xie Shu, he calmed down. Two had been fine, so one should be…

He bit his lip, a bit annoyed at himself for always thinking of Xie Shu. But then he reconsidered—in the original future, Xie Shu and Ji Yuheng were meant to be Dao companions. Now, he was sleeping with both— wasn’t that impressive? He should be proud.

Qixue’s face flushed even redder. In a soft voice, he said to Ji Yuheng, “Your Highness, I’m going to defile you now. Judge for yourself whether I’m better or your Mother Concubine is. Am I qualified to be your Crown Princess?”

He pressed down on Ji Yuheng’s chest, his legs trembling like a newborn lamb’s as he gasped lightly and sank down. “Mm…”

Ji Yuheng was blindfolded, his world pitch black. He felt Qixue’s sweet fragrance enveloping him, like a plump, juicy peach—humid, warm, intoxicatingly sweet.

A drop of sweat fell onto Ji Yuheng’s lips, as if even the sweat was sweet. Ji Yuheng parted his lips to lick it in, unable to suppress the sound from his throat. He groaned lowly, “Mm, Mother Concubine…”

Qixue slowly twisted his waist, hand covering his abdomen, gasping in small breaths. “Your Highness, why are you still calling me Mother Concubine? Do you want your Mother Concubine that much? Am I no good? Am I really not as good as him? You’ll make me sad like this.”

“Don’t be sad. I meant nothing bad,” Ji Yuheng’s temples throbbed, both pleasured and tormented. Qixue was too gentle. “You’re very good, really very good. It’s just that I—”

“Just, just what?”

“Just that I…”

Ji Yuheng grunted, sucking in a sharp breath. The string in his mind finally stretched to its limit and snapped.

“Just that I can’t hold back anymore. I’m sorry, Mother Concubine. I want you.”

His arms strained suddenly, muscles bulging, veins popping on his forearms. The loosening hemp ropes snapped with a “pop”—one after the other—torn apart by sheer force.

He removed the blindfold, his damp, darkened eyes meeting Qixue’s shocked gaze. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Does Mother Concubine truly wish to be my Crown Princess?”

“You… how did you break the ropes? Those are for binding demonic beasts. You… ah!”

Qixue reverted to his own voice, panicking as he tried to climb off, but a pair of scorching palms clamped his waist, pressing him down hard. He couldn’t speak anymore, only letting out a sweet, sharp cry.

Ji Yuheng excelled in archery and riding, his waist and hips powerfully strong. Now, he unleashed all his strength without restraint, letting Qixue experience it fully.

Qixue swayed like an autumn leaf in the wind, eyes tear-red, able only to make pitiful, broken whimpers. “No, Yun Qi, you can’t do this. I can’t take it…”

Ji Yuheng was always mild and tolerant, especially doting on Qixue, but now he merely licked away Qixue’s tears and responded gently, “Just now, I couldn’t take it either. How did Mother Concubine treat me then? Has Mother Concubine forgotten so soon?”

In the midst of their entanglement, he referred to himself as “gu,” revealing cold ruthlessness. The gaze he fixed on Qixue even carried a hint of indifference.

This indifference stemmed from extreme fervor and desire. Qixue had driven him mad—he wanted to devour Qixue alive, tear him apart and consume him.

Qixue had never seen such a look in Ji Yuheng’s eyes. Being stared at like that made his lower back go soft.

He loved Ji Yuheng’s current coldness and darkness. The rougher Ji Yuheng was with him, the more aroused he became. For this flawless gentleman to go mad and fall for him—how could he not be thrilled?

Pressed between stacked brocade quilts, Qixue sobbed apologies to Ji Yuheng. “I’m sorry, Mother Concubine was wrong…”

Ji Yuheng pressed close to his back, whispering by his ear, “No, Mother Concubine did nothing wrong. I love Mother Concubine. No matter what you do to me, I’ll savor it like sweet honey…”

“But Mother Concubine… you love me too. No matter how I treat you, you won’t be angry, right?”

Qixue’s tears pattered onto the quilts. “Yes, yes… I love Yun Qi too…”

“Does Mother Concubine want to be my Crown Princess?” Ji Yuheng asked.

“That… that still won’t do.” Qixue was nearly breaking, eyes rolling back slightly, yet he still managed intermittently, “I’m His Majesty’s spouse. I can’t—mm! Don’t, don’t go so deep…”

“Not even one promise?”

Ji Yuheng asked lowly, “Just humor me. Only tonight—I’m the one Mother Concubine loves most. Can’t you do that?”

“Then…”

Qixue’s heart softened. Ji Yuheng was so enamored with him—how could he not adore Ji Yuheng too? “Then only tonight. I’m your Crown Princess, and you’re my husband.”

“Husband…”