This tone sounded like coquetry—he probably wasn’t really angry.
A bit of fine sweat beaded on the side of He Mu’s neck. He leaned down again, pecking a couple more kisses on Wen Ren Sheng’s shoulder with some lingering reluctance.
Wen Ren Sheng’s body was still radiating residual heat. He Mu bit directly into his skin, leaving a kiss mark that wasn’t too deep or too shallow.
“Sheng Sheng.”
As he left the imprint of his teeth, he called out Wen Ren Sheng’s name in an ambiguous tone.
“…Your tail is so soft.”
He rubbed the tip of that soiled fluffy tail.
Wen Ren Sheng felt utterly mortified. He covered his face and yanked his tail back from He Mu’s grasp.
Truth be told, he hadn’t known what He Mu was doing earlier. He had only felt He Mu grinding against the base of his tail, rubbing lightly against the fluff a couple of times.
Wen Ren Sheng had been sprawled on the bed at the time, face buried in the bedding, head all dizzy.
Instinctively, he had curled up his tail, wrapping it into a fluffy ball around He Mu, as if begging for mercy.
By the time he came back to his senses, his tail had ended up like this.
But now, Wen Ren Sheng finally understood what He Mu had done.
He had actually used his own tail…!!
Though his original intent had been to help the mountain god deal with the mess he’d caused, he hadn’t expected things to go this far!
He Mu felt no guilt whatsoever about crossing boundaries. With wicked amusement, he even smeared the cum on Wen Ren Sheng’s waist, his fingertip pressing with some force. The cool sensation made Wen Ren Sheng whimper softly.
Mm, very sticky.
It was impossible to say he felt no guilt at all—after all, Wen Ren Sheng’s appearance was no different from the kid who’d clung to him begging for hugs two years ago.
But He Mu was a man with low morals. Even guilt was something that vanished in an instant for him.
Rather than dwell on those useless merits, he figured properly bullying Wen Ren Sheng right now was the real priority.
Wen Ren Sheng, off to the side, frowned as he touched his waist, ending up with hands full of that sticky mess.
“If you do this to me again next time, I’m refusing,” he said unhappily, glaring at He Mu. “We’re not dao companions yet—how can you be so casual?”
Besides, he didn’t want to use his tail to jerk off the mountain god every time. The fur would fall out eventually!
Seeing Wen Ren Sheng covered in cum yet acting all righteous and stern, He Mu couldn’t help but curl his lips in amusement.
He patted Wen Ren Sheng’s head and said softly, “Then how about I take you to wash up? I’m not familiar with this place, though, so you’ll have to show me the way.”
Wen Ren Sheng looked at He Mu’s face and listened to his gentle voice. He really couldn’t stay mad.
In petty revenge, he smeared the stuff from his hands onto He Mu a couple of times. Then he sat up and started looking for his discarded inner robe.
“…Got it.”
As he searched, he grumbled reluctantly.
“Brother’s dirty too. Let’s go together.”
Hua Palace was a vast place. Wen Ren Sheng’s bedroom was in a secluded courtyard on the south side, where he lived alone. Naturally, it had its own bathing pool.
Wen Ren Sheng politely greeted the snake demon sisters who served him, then waited outside with He Mu as they prepared things.
He Mu concealed his figure and naturally hugged Wen Ren Sheng from behind, resting his chin on top of his head.
He asked, “Do you find it more comfortable living here, or at Fragrant Ze Mountain?”
Wen Ren Sheng huffed coldly. “Of course here is more comfortable. The mountain god temple is rundown and tiny, and super cold—it nearly froze me to death.”
He said this out of spite. In truth, he missed Fragrant Ze Mountain more than anyone and didn’t think the mountain god temple was rundown at all. It was the most beautiful place in his heart.
He Mu didn’t take it to heart. “Oh? So you’re complaining about the mountain, or about me?”
Wen Ren Sheng hesitated, then muttered,
“…Both.”
He Mu chuckled lightly and scratched under Wen Ren Sheng’s chin. “Both, huh? Then why were you moaning so happily earlier, and why’d you wrap your tail around me and not let go?”
“I didn’t!” Wen Ren Sheng bit him in anger. “Tails aren’t for you to mess with like that. You don’t understand anything and just…”
He Mu let him bite, while pinching his cheek with the other hand. “Alright, then how should they be used? Teach me, Sheng Sheng?”
Wen Ren Sheng dodged away and said seriously, “Tails are only for… doing that with someone you like.”
He hooked two fingers together. “When two demons hook each other’s tails like this and rub a little, it means they’re ready to mate.”
He Mu shrugged, thinking to himself that he hadn’t done anything wrong then—after all, Wen Ren Sheng had hooked him with his tail too?
But he wouldn’t pursue the issue relentlessly every time. He always left some room for Wen Ren Sheng to wriggle out.
“Alright, sorry, Sheng Sheng,” He Mu apologized sincerely. “I was wrong.”
Wen Ren Sheng puffed out his cheeks and huffed. “Wrong how?”
Wrong how?
He Mu thought about it seriously, then answered, “Wrong in not listening to you.”
Wen Ren Sheng nodded. “Mm.”
He Mu continued, “Wrong in hugging you without your permission, and holding your hand.”
Wen Ren Sheng: “Mm!”
He Mu smiled. “And wrong in taking off your clothes, kissing you.”
Wen Ren Sheng: “…Uh, wait—”
He Mu didn’t pause, rattling off, “Wrong in making you help me, grinding your tail base, smearing cum all over your waist dimples, and…”
He listed his misdeeds like they were treasures, showing no shame at all. Instead, he just made Wen Ren Sheng’s face grow redder and redder.
“Enough!!”
Wen Ren Sheng couldn’t take it anymore. He bounced back several steps and pointed at He Mu in humiliated fury.
“You—you—you! Don’t say another word! I hate you!”
“—Young Master, what’s wrong?”
Just then, the snake demons from nearby hurried over at the sound, looking at Wen Ren Sheng with concern.
“Why are you talking to thin air?” One grabbed his arm. “Did something happen? Should we tell Lord Wen Qu Xing?”
Wen Ren Sheng immediately swallowed the curses about to spill out.
He Mu was still concealed—he couldn’t give away his position.
Looking at He Mu shrugging innocently across from him, Wen Ren Sheng fumed, itching to leap onto his back and chomp down on his head.
“…Nothing.”
Wen Ren Sheng forced the words out through gritted teeth.
“If it’s nothing, the hot spring stones are ready. Come on in and wash up,” another enthusiastic snake demon said, tugging his arm. “Young Master, you’ve been in seclusion for days—you must want to relax. Want me to massage your shoulders?”
Wen Ren Sheng wasn’t used to such intimacy from others. He quietly withdrew his arm and replied politely, “No need, thank you, sister. I can handle it myself.”
He bowed to them. “Please tell my master that I’ll focus on cultivation these next few days and won’t come see her for now.”
The two snake demons didn’t press since he refused. They smiled, nodded, and left quickly.
He Mu’s figure slowly reappeared. He stepped forward, draping an arm over Wen Ren Sheng’s shoulder as he stood beside him.
“Such a likable kid.” He said sourly.
“Huh?” Wen Ren Sheng didn’t get it. “What do you mean?”
He Mu’s expression soured a bit. He looked down at Wen Ren Sheng for a few moments, then scooped him up over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
“Let’s go, Sheng Sheng,” He Mu said, one arm locked around his waist. “I’m too curious now—what kind of place keeps you from even wanting to return to my side.”
Cangzhou City was a haven for demons, secluded from the world year-round, so its heavenly treasures were far richer than anywhere else.
The hot spring stones used here were even better than those at Fragrant Ze Mountain. Just a layer in the half-person-deep pool turned the water to the perfect soaking temperature.
Wen Ren Sheng sat at the pool’s edge, his two pale legs dangling in the water, sending out faint ripples.
After a quick wipe-down of his body, he laid his disheveled tail across his knees. He dampened a cloth and carefully wiped the wet stains from it bit by bit.
The fur on his tail was so fluffy that washing the whole thing at once would make it heavy and uncomfortable. He had to patiently clean it thoroughly.
He Mu soaked in the water, propping his face as he watched him.
“What are your plans next?” he asked.
Wen Ren Sheng groomed his tail. “I need to report the thing with Qian Xiang in the underworld to my master first. Brother, didn’t you say Si Ming has always been at odds with her? Now that I’m in Cangzhou, they might come looking. We should prepare ahead.”
He paused here, looking up at He Mu. “Come with me, Brother?”
He Mu sighed lightly. “I was planning to meet Wen Qu Xing, but I’ll have to sneak in.”
Wen Ren Sheng tilted his head. “Why sneak?”
“Have you heard any rumors about Cangzhou City in recent years?” He Mu said. “Relations between humans and demons have soured greatly. Demons are hunted everywhere outside the city, and the isolated demons inside hate humans to the bone. This conflict is bound to erupt soon.”
“Plus, the Heavenly Court has countless immortal treasures. Si Ming’s ‘Night Patrol Gods’ won’t take long to breach Cangzhou City. I suspect her goal is for Wen Qu Xing to hand over the city lord position, thoroughly weakening the demons below.”
In other words… humans and demons were going to war?
Wen Ren Sheng couldn’t help clutching his tail tightly.
He didn’t want to harm either side. As a demon, he would unconditionally protect demons’ right to survive—that was part of his dao heart.
But he couldn’t bring himself to fight humans because of it. In his heart, there was already one irreplaceable human: He Mu.
It made it impossible for him to harbor much hatred toward humans.
Seeing Wen Ren Sheng tense up, He Mu reassured him. “It’s fine—I’m here. You have a heavenly spirit root too. Cultivate diligently in this time, and once we obtain divinity, we might stand against the Heavenly Court.”
Wen Ren Sheng sighed softly, knowing it was pointless to worry now.
He quickly composed himself. “Then stay hidden for now. Keep pretending to be a snake demon. I can sneak you food.”
He Mu shrugged indifferently. “I’ve been fasting for a century—no need for food or sleep. If you’re willing, I can just stay in your room forever.”
Wen Ren Sheng had planned to hide He Mu in his room anyway.
Though He Mu often groped him, Wen Ren Sheng believed his intentions weren’t bad—he was just a bit lecherous toward him.
And… he didn’t particularly hate the lecherous mountain god either.
He wasn’t rough with him at all, always gentle. He liked to tease a bit, but it was mostly comfortable. Well, this was only the one time… but…
As Wen Ren Sheng thought about it, his face heated up. He shyly ducked his head and went back to cleaning his tail.
Before hiding the mountain god, he should hide these shameful traces first!
Seeing Wen Ren Sheng suddenly blush again, his legs fidgeting unnaturally in the water, He Mu found it amusing and couldn’t resist teasing him more.
So he grabbed Wen Ren Sheng’s ankle with one hand, kneading it not too lightly or heavily.
Wen Ren Sheng jolted. Afraid he’d do something naughty again, he quickly planted his foot on He Mu’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he said warily. “Don’t get frisky, or I’ll call for help.”
“Call who?” He Mu’s eyes curved. His hand slid past the ankle to pinch his calf. “You used to call for me when you were in danger. Now that it’s me, you want to call someone else?”
Wen Ren Sheng retorted, “You’re the biggest danger right now!”
He Mu didn’t see himself as dangerous. He just liked Wen Ren Sheng and wanted him—that desire was always based on respecting his wishes.
If Wen Ren Sheng firmly refused, he wouldn’t force it.
But there was no helping it—Wen Ren Sheng had grown up at his side, raised too obedient. He never took a hard stance against He Mu.
Even in his rebellious phase, he’d quickly be coaxed into a daze, ending up wagging his tail and inviting him to have his way.
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