Chapter 106

Steam rose in thick mist, and a silver dragon tail faintly appeared and disappeared in the water, rippling the surface like a quiet arc of moonlight.

Xie Shu gazed at Qixue, his golden vertical pupils holding an intense stare. Just being watched so quietly by him made Qixue’s waist go a little soft.

Wei Huai furrowed his brows tightly and looked incredulously at Xie Shu’s demon form, but his shock lasted only an instant. After all, Wei Huai wasn’t human himself, so seeing Xie Shu as non-human didn’t affect him as much as it would an ordinary person.

“No wonder you left so cleanly earlier. You must have realized A Xue would come to the Hot Spring Pool to bathe.”

He restrained his emotions and sneered at Xie Shu. “Unfortunately, you forgot to account for one person. Tonight, it’s my turn to accompany A Xue. Why don’t you roll back to your Daoist Temple?”

Xie Shu ignored Wei Huai’s provocation and simply looked at Qixue. Underwater, his dragon tail moved nimbly, wrapping around Qixue’s waist and pulling him closer.

Feeling something coil around his waist, Qixue hadn’t even reacted yet when Wei Huai noticed first. Two strong arms reached under Qixue’s armpits from behind, holding him tightly in his embrace. “You think I’ll let you take A Xue away?”

“Don’t… don’t pull me…”

Qixue was tugged between the two men. It didn’t hurt, but he could no longer stand steadily. That dragon tail slid downward, wrapping several times around his thigh, leaving him unable to exert any strength.

He helplessly softened his voice. “Dao Qing Brother, let go of me. I’ve already promised Seventh Brother I’d accompany him tonight. He’ll leave tomorrow, so there’s no need for you two to fight over me. I’ll accompany you tomorrow, alright?”

Xie Shu: “No.”

Wei Huai was extremely displeased as well. “A Xue, you call him ‘Dao Qing Brother’? What is he to deserve being your brother? No, you can’t accompany him. If you want to be with him tomorrow, then I won’t leave. I’m not yielding my spot to him.”

“Yielding to me? How presumptuous.” Xie Shu said coldly. “I am Qixue’s Fated Dao Companion. I yielded my position to Helan Ji. What relation do you have to Qixue? What right do you have to yield anything?”

Wei Huai: “The presumptuous one is you. You yielded your spot to His Majesty? Sounds nice, but did you ever really try to fight for it? You just couldn’t win against His Majesty!”

The two refused to back down, trading cold mockery and heated barbs. Qixue’s head ached from their arguing. He wanted to transform back into Rabbit Tuan and slip away quietly, but he couldn’t just abandon them. He feared they would start fighting—their jealousy was truly terrifying.

“Stop arguing. I want to bathe.”

Qixue placed one hand on Wei Huai’s forearm and stroked Xie Shu’s dragon tail with the other. “If you two keep fighting, I’ll go sleep with His Majesty tonight and stick to him from now on. Neither of you will get to see me alone.”

“I’ll never write letters to you again or accept your gifts… Some people send me two letters a day, and I won’t read them; some people want gifts in return for the Reverse Scale, and they won’t get them. I’ll give all the gifts I made by hand to others.”

Qixue’s tone was light and airy, but his words carried enormous weight. The two men fell instantly silent.

Wei Huai hugged Qixue from behind, pressing against his cheek to beg forgiveness. “I’m sorry, A Xue. I shouldn’t have ruined your mood. My thinking was too narrow-minded. Why should I be angry, anyway? If Xie Shu wants to stay, let him. As long as you’re with me, that’s enough.”

With that, he kissed Qixue’s cheek and smiled at Xie Shu. “Xie, since you refuse to leave and want to stay and watch me be intimate with A Xue, I’ll generously let you. But don’t get jealous—I won’t share A Xue with you.”

Without regard for Xie Shu’s dragon tail still wrapped around one of Qixue’s legs, he lifted Qixue’s other leg and nibbled lightly on his earlobe, whispering with a low laugh, “Ignore him, A Xue. Let’s continue.”

“Seventh Brother, you—”

Qixue’s damp black eyes widened in confusion, but his voice suddenly caught in his throat, turning into sweet, staccato whimpers. “No… no, don’t…”

He never imagined Wei Huai would be so bold, entering him right in front of Xie Shu. He could clearly feel the hardness of the beads and their friction—one, two, and then…

The strange sensation was too vivid, too intense. Tears quickly welled up in Qixue’s eyes, falling in rapid drops, his voice trembling. “Seventh Brother, stop—stop!”

He didn’t want Xie Shu to notice his abnormality, but how could he hold back? Just two small beads made his legs tremble uncontrollably.

It was too strange, truly too strange. He was about to lose control and cry out…

Like a ripe grape, fresh and plump, juicy and succulent, ready to burst with sweet juice at the slightest squeeze.

The seeds inside rolled endlessly, pressed by the soft flesh—or perhaps the flesh pressed by the seeds—squeezing out waves of fragrant, overflowing sweetness.

“Don’t…”

Tears streamed down his burning cheeks. His teary eyes met Xie Shu’s gaze, and he shyly closed them. “Get out quickly, don’t look, don’t stay…”

Splash… splash.

The water surface rippled.

Fragrant petals drifted with the current, swaying amid the layers of waves. Qixue was like those delicate flowers, cradled in Wei Huai’s palm, then parted, kneaded, and crushed, releasing a bewitching, moist sweetness like floral paste.

Three, four…

By the fifth one, Qixue had already gone limp. He couldn’t cry out loud, nearly voiceless, only faint, choked sobs escaping his throat. His mind went blank.

Mist rose and swirled above his head. Everything he saw seemed like flowers in the fog, unreal and hazy.

“A Xue.”

Wei Huai called softly, a wicked smile curling his lips as if delighting in the torment. He pressed his palm against Qixue’s lower abdomen, very satisfied with Qixue’s exaggerated reaction. “Does it feel that good?”

“…”

Qixue’s eyes darted blankly, his expression innocently dazed. His ears felt stuffed with thick, wet cotton, unable to hear what Wei Huai said.

Even realizing Wei Huai might have spoken took most of his effort.

“Poor thing.” Wei Huai lowered his head and licked his wet, red eyelids. “It’s not even fully in yet, and you’re already like this? We have the whole night—will I end up breaking you?”

He smiled at Xie Shu. “A Xue is so cute. Not only does he like me, even his body is so obsessed with me.”

Xie Shu watched Qixue’s dazed expression and subtly furrowed his brows. “Did you drug him?”

“Ha…” Wei Huai found it amusing. “Let’s say you praised my skills. Do I need drugs to be good with A Xue? If there’s any ‘drug,’ it’s me. I added a little something to myself—A Xue will be addicted to me.”

“From now on, none of you others can satisfy A Xue. He’ll need only this one from me.”

He kissed Qixue’s ear and pressed his palm down firmly. “A Xue, I’m continuing… Take the sixth bead. I guarantee you’ll love it.”

“Ah—!”

The moment the sixth bead entered, Qixue let out a sweet, piercing cry, sobbing loudly as his whole body shuddered and tensed. Even his toes curled tightly together. He nearly fainted.

He broke out in heavy sweat, though it wasn’t noticeable in the steaming Hot Spring Pool. His cheeks flushed with intoxicating red, sweat mingling with the spring water. Strands of hair clung wetly to his slender shoulders—pitiful yet stunningly alluring.

The climax came too fast and fierce, making Qixue’s vision blur. He couldn’t support his body and collapsed forward, only to fall into a solid, reliable embrace.

Xie Shu looked down at Qixue, gripped his throat, and lifted his chin, forcing him to raise his head. “Lift your head, Qixue. Look at me.”