Chapter 64: You Lie Down Then

The gift He Mu wanted to give him was an earring.

It was the color of mutton-fat jade, ground into a teardrop shape, warm to the touch. He Mu had wanted to prepare this item a year ago, but the precious jade that could nurture a heavenly spiritual root was hard to find. It was only polished into shape now.

By lamplight and moonlight, He Mu held Wenren Sheng in his arms and carefully put the earring on for him.

“Hiss…”

When the silver needle pierced the skin, there was a slight sting. Wenren Sheng instinctively clutched He Mu’s clothes.

“Does it hurt?” He Mu touched his earlobe. “It’s on.”

Wenren Sheng shook his head. The earring swayed and jingled noisily.

“It doesn’t hurt.” He touched the jade on the earring and blinked at He Mu. “Does it look good?”

He Mu leaned back a little to look at him. Wenren Sheng’s hair hung loose, half-pinned behind his ear, fully revealing the earring.

The jade glowed against his skin, dangling right along his neckline, like snow on the verge of falling in early winter.

He Mu said sincerely, “It’s very pretty.”

Wenren Sheng was delighted by the praise. He leaned in and rubbed noses with He Mu, saying clingily, “I really like this gift. I won’t lose it this time.”

“You wanted the bracelet from before.” He Mu placed something cool in his palm. “I’ve been keeping it with me too.”

Wenren Sheng froze for a moment. He looked down at his palm and sure enough, it was the bracelet He Mu had given him before.

Before leaving Fragrant Ze Mountain, he had left it in his room out of spite. He hadn’t expected He Mu to carry it with him all these years.

He happily put the bracelet back on and planted a hard kiss on He Mu’s cheek.

“I like Brother so much!”

One kiss wasn’t enough. He peppered several more smacking kisses, hugging He Mu’s neck like a clingy child who had no intention of letting go all night.

He Mu was delighted by the kisses. He stroked Wenren Sheng’s arm and said, “Before you left, you called my name to it. By the time I heard, it was already too late.”

“Shengsheng, from now on, I’ll listen carefully to and remember every word you say. I won’t miss anything again.”

At those words, Wenren Sheng shyly buried his face in He Mu’s neck. “Okay, Brother. Why are you saying so many sweet words today…”

Any more and he’d blush and run away, curling up in his little bundle to hide.

He Mu smiled and pinched his waist, not too lightly or heavily. “If I don’t say it, how about I show it instead?”

Wenren Sheng’s body jolted. He immediately straightened his back.

R-right… There was still proper business to attend to tonight.

Wenren Sheng’s face flushed red. He sneaked a couple glances at He Mu.

“Then… shall we start?”

He Mu didn’t answer. He stared into Wenren Sheng’s eyes for a few seconds, then grabbed his wrist and kissed him.

The moment their lips touched, Wenren Sheng nervously closed his eyes and instinctively leaned back a little.

He still wasn’t used to being kissed. Whenever He Mu kissed him, his mind went dizzy, and he didn’t know how to react. He could only clumsily stick out his tongue a bit to lick.

He Mu promptly supported his back and moved them onto the bed. His hand fumbled at Wenren Sheng’s clothes.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said between kisses, soothing him. “Shengsheng, I won’t go too far.”

Hearing that, Wenren Sheng cleared his head a little. He pressed against He Mu’s chest and pushed him away with slight force.

“Brother…” he said softly. “Wait a second.”

He Mu couldn’t wait. He leaned in again to kiss Wenren Sheng’s neck, nipping not too lightly or heavily at the skin beside it.

Wenren Sheng let out a soft moan and struggled harder.

“Brother, wait! There’s one more thing…!”

It was as if He Mu had gone deaf. He ignored him completely, kissing down to Wenren Sheng’s collarbone. He was about to reach his chest!

Wenren Sheng panted in distress. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t budge He Mu. In the end, he simply went “thump” and reverted to his original form.

“Wait!”

He Mu’s kiss landed on Wenren Sheng’s fluffy belly.

“…………”

He fell silent for a moment, then slowly straightened up to look at Wenren Sheng. He said, exasperated and amused, “What’s the problem, Shengsheng?”

At a time like this, if Wenren Sheng said something like “that’s not what I meant, you misunderstood, Brother,” even He Mu would be speechless.

Wenren Sheng pawed at the bed with his claw before slowly saying, “I heard that for dual cultivation between men, you have to decide… who’s on top and who’s on bottom…”

“I… don’t want to be on the bottom, Brother.”

“…………”

He Mu stared as he finished speaking, momentarily at a loss for reaction.

The two fell into a long silence.

Wenren Sheng stayed in his little wolf form. He lay on the bed with his tail obediently tucked, one paw stepping on He Mu’s hand.

“That’s the thing, Brother,” Wenren Sheng mumbled. “If… if you don’t like it, we can just… rub a little like before…”

He Mu sighed and flipped his hand over to cover the little paw.

“It’s fine. Then you lie down.”

Wenren Sheng sneaked a peek up and blinked. “Why am I still the one lying down?”

He Mu leaned down and ruffled his fluffy face, laughing. “What, you think I’d trick you about something like this?”

He wouldn’t do such a thing.

Though He Mu hadn’t planned to be on the bottom before, since Wenren Sheng didn’t want to be, he absolutely wouldn’t force him.

Love required respect. He wanted Wenren Sheng to be happy and carefree, so he wouldn’t disregard his wishes and make him do something he didn’t want.

Bedroom matters were just a way to share love and desire when their feelings ran deep.

Wenren Sheng shook his head. “No.”

He slowly shifted back to human form, then took He Mu’s hand and placed it on his own waist. He drooped his ears, looking exceptionally obedient.

“If Brother agrees to this, I can agree to one thing for Brother too.”

He Mu happily accepted Wenren Sheng’s initiative. His hand ambiguously stroked Wenren Sheng’s waist a couple times.

The sixteen-year-old boy’s waist was slim and tough, with porcelain-white, delicate skin. He hadn’t fully grown yet; even his muscle lines were so faint they were almost invisible.

This body was presented to him without reservation, like a plate of soft, tempting pastry laid out for him to devour.

He Mu’s throat tightened. Half-jokingly, he said, “Why don’t you just agree that I can do anything to you tonight?”

He only said it to tease Wenren Sheng and didn’t expect him to agree.

To his surprise, Wenren Sheng actually blushed beneath him. He averted his gaze from He Mu’s and softly agreed.

“Mm… I agree.”

“Besides that one thing, Brother can do anything to me.”

“…”

He Mu froze for an instant.

In that soft voice, it felt like something in his mind had snapped completely.

…

Moonlight spilled down.

“Shengsheng.”

He Mu took a deep breath and looked down at Wenren Sheng’s sky-blue eyes.

Wenren Sheng’s gaze was unfocused, filled with muddled desire. His whole body was slick with sweat, his long hair plastered messily to his skin. His body was covered in deep red kiss marks and fingerprints, looking more disheveled than ever.

He was pinned here by He Mu, unable even to move his waist. All the pleasure was at He Mu’s mercy. He could only desperately cover his face, not wanting He Mu to see his embarrassing expression.

Sweat dripped from He Mu’s temple. He bound Wenren Sheng’s hands, forcing him to face him.

“Shengsheng,” he said, his tone a bit wicked. “Didn’t you say you’d hold out properly?”

Wenren Sheng hissed through his teeth, trembling as he replied, “I-It’s fine… I can still hold… out… ah…”

“You can still hold out?” He Mu wasn’t convinced.

Wenren Sheng nodded with a whimper, his face flushed pink. He pleaded softly, “Brother, let me out first… I… I really can’t anymore. Just a rest, then…”

Before he could finish, Wenren Sheng covered his mouth. His other hand clenched He Mu’s shoulder hard, leaving a scratch mark.

Once one had tasted the marrow, they became like starving ghosts, ready to devour at the slightest approach.

Wenren Sheng’s pleas were utterly useless.

He was repeatedly tormented until he was a mess. In the end, he couldn’t even respond properly. He Mu grabbed his tail, grinding against his inner thighs. Wenren Sheng cried out nonstop from the stimulation. The earring jingled wildly, his fluffy tail curled up to wrap around He Mu’s wrist, and tears streamed down his face.

Too much! The Mountain God had the nerve to call himself heavy on desire? He’d never heard of torment like this!

He’d been bullied into this state, while He Mu got his satisfaction. He’d even stared at Wenren Sheng’s body full of marks for a long time, calling him “good little dog” with satisfaction, tugging his tongue and making him wag his tail.

At the time, he was too dazed to think. Whatever He Mu told him to do, he did.

He wiggled his waist, his fluffy tail swaying back and forth. He clingily called out “Brother He Mu” several times.

But obedience and cuteness were useless in bed. Not only did Wenren Sheng not get a break, he was grabbed back after wagging his tail and given another thorough going-over.

“So mean…”

Wenren Sheng had one leg slung over He Mu’s shoulder. He sniffled as he watched He Mu apply medicine to the side of his leg, grumbling nonstop.

His hip bones were bruised, his legs chafed and sore. He could barely stand. Without medicine, he probably wouldn’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow!

Tears hung at the corners of his eyes. He glared at He Mu with red-rimmed eyes while he applied the medicine, clutching a pillow and swatting at him.

“Too mean… Too mean!!”

He Mu dodged to the side and calmly continued applying the medicine.

“Keep moving and I’ll think you still have energy left?”

Wenren Sheng didn’t dare move. He obediently lay back on the bed but still bit the quilt and glared tearfully at He Mu.

He really regretted it now. Why had he broken into the golden core realm at sixteen? Great, now he’d probably never beat He Mu in his life!

With a sob, he asked, “Why are you so mean?!”

“You said you wanted me on the bottom,” He Mu said with a smile. “Regretting it now?”

“No!” Wenren Sheng wiped his tears and hissed. “…Go lighter. It hurts so much!”

As he complained through his tears, he thought to himself that he’d never read those damn books again. All that stuff about begging for mercy when it hurt or acting spoiled when uncomfortable—it was all fake! Clearly, when he called “good Brother,” He Mu only got more excited. He’d even pinched his face and threatened to spank him if he didn’t call out more.

Where did the books ever mention stuff like that? Truly misleading trash. He’d throw them out and burn them tomorrow!

Wenren Sheng whimpered as He Mu flipped him over and applied the bruise-relieving ointment to his hips.

…Sigh, why was dual cultivation like sword practice, requiring a hundred days to recover from the strain?

If he’d known he’d have to repay like this today, he absolutely wouldn’t have slacked off the past two years. He’d have cultivated and practiced swordsmanship like his life depended on it.

“No more slacking.” Wenren Sheng buried himself in the bedding, mumbling sullenly.

“Regretting it now?” After applying the ointment, He Mu hugged him from behind and teased, “In the future, when you feel like slacking during cultivation, just think about how you’ll get fucked for it. Bet you’ll have energy for sword practice then.”

“What nonsense!” Wenren Sheng angrily thumped the bed. “Didn’t you study medicine? Hurry up and heal me!”

“Shh, no more talking.” He Mu laughed nonstop as he gathered spiritual power and massaged Wenren Sheng’s sore spots. He cooed sweet nothings, “I’ll heal you right now, baby, Shengsheng…”