Chapter 42 Part 1

Qixue gently caressed Ji Yuheng’s face, revealing a charming smile as his heart filled with pride.

Look at that—how irresistible his charm was. Even someone like Ji Yuheng, the Son of Destiny, couldn’t resist his allure and fell head over heels for him. Even without the secret medicine, he was swollen up like a donkey spirit. There was no need for Qixue to put in any more effort.

In a gentle tone laced with sarcasm, he mocked Ji Yuheng. “Ji Shizi, you’re truly a lustful fiend. We’ve only met a few times, and you already harbor such filthy thoughts about me. I’m truly frightened…”

As he said this, his actions were the complete opposite. He pulled his collar open even wider, exposing the bewitching ruby nipple piercing.

“Look at this. Have you ever seen anything like it? Want to touch it? If you obey me, I might even reward you. I know you like it anyway…”

He bent down and brought the soft tip close to Ji Yuheng’s face, deliberately swaying it under his eyelids. The ruby emitted a dazzling glow that reflected into Ji Yuheng’s eyes.

Ji Yuheng was completely under his control, utterly mesmerized, like a drunkard lost in a stupor.

His usually sharp mind had turned into a chaotic mess. He could only stare at the ruby’s light, murmuring dazedly, “When did you put this on? Last time I saw you, you definitely weren’t wearing it…”

“Last time?” Qixue asked in confusion. “Which last time?”

Ji Yuheng snapped back to clarity in an instant, realizing he had let something slip. But Qixue had already seen through him, and at this point, there was no point in hiding it.

He just didn’t understand Qixue’s counterquestion. “Don’t you remember?”

“I…” Qixue thought for a moment and was suddenly taken aback. “You don’t mean that time at the County Princess Mansion…”

He had no memory of that night at all. After his consciousness blurred, he woke up the next day. He had been in a rush to return to the military camp and hadn’t thought about why he was lying safely in his bedroom. Could it have been Ji Yuheng who carried him there?

“That’s the one.”

Ji Yuheng said softly, “You might not remember, but you were drugged at the time. I applied the antidote for you and, out of necessity, saw your entire body. I thought you were doing all this to punish me for taking liberties with you, so I didn’t resist.”

Only then did Qixue understand why Ji Yuheng was so compliant with him—it was out of guilt.

He decided it was a good excuse and went along with it. “I really don’t remember clearly. No wonder I always found you displeasing and wanted to torment you. So that’s the reason. Ji Yuheng, do you accept my punishment for you?”

“I do,” Ji Yuheng replied, lowering his eyes. “You can punish me however you want.”

“Good.”

Qixue tossed the needle pouch to him. “Pick one for yourself.”

Afraid that Ji Yuheng had never seen one before, he added an explanation. “Don’t stick it under your fingernail. Its purpose is…”

He explained how to use it, and Ji Yuheng’s expression changed slightly as he hesitantly picked up the pouch. “How do I insert it?”

“You can’t even figure this out? Do I have to teach you? Figure it out yourself.” Qixue would never admit he didn’t know either.

Ji Yuheng had no choice but to think it over. After a moment, he took a deep breath, selected the thinnest needle, and tried to insert it himself.

But doing it himself was incredibly difficult, especially with his hands trembling slightly. He nearly poked himself wrong several times, making Qixue’s heart race with anxiety. He was afraid Ji Yuheng would ruin himself, which might cost him his own life.

“You’re so stupid!”

Qixue couldn’t sit still any longer. He walked over, snatched the silver needle from Ji Yuheng’s hand, and said, “I’ll do it.”

Ji Yuheng’s face flushed red, his lips quivering as he stood rigidly in place, unable to utter a word.

Qixue had no choice but to extend two fingers and steady it slightly. The moment he touched him, Ji Yuheng shuddered all over, his breathing instantly disordered, his back tensing rigidly. “My lady…”

“Don’t move.”

Qixue would be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed. His nose beaded with thin sweat from nervousness, but he refused to show weakness in front of Ji Yuheng. Pretending to be experienced, he said, “If you’re not obedient, I’ll ruin you. You know how ruthless I can be…”

Ji Yuheng immediately stilled, lowering his gaze to the top of Qixue’s head. Qixue carefully aligned the needle, but suddenly a surge of anger flared up in his heart: Why was he doing this to Ji Yuheng? Was this punishing Ji Yuheng or punishing himself?

But it was too late for regrets. Qixue gritted his teeth and proceeded.

After much effort, he finally pushed the needle in a little and asked uneasily, “Does it hurt?”

It better not bleed. If it did, he’d surely face disaster himself.

“I… I don’t know.” Ji Yuheng’s eyes were unfocused, his voice dazed. “My lady, I…”

Before he could finish, Qixue felt the silver needle meet a slight resistance. Thinking he had pierced flesh, he quickly pulled it out—only to suddenly see white before his eyes.

“…”

Qixue stared blankly at Ji Yuheng for a moment, then looked down at his soiled clothes and chest. A drop had just landed on the soft tip, trickling toward the ruby.

“Ji Yuheng!!”

Qixue collapsed in breakdown, hurling the needle away and grabbing Ji Yuheng’s throat. “I’ll kill you!”

Of course, he couldn’t actually kill Ji Yuheng. Instead, he accidentally stepped on the needle pouch and tumbled straight into Ji Yuheng’s arms.

Qixue was on the verge of tears from shame, hiccupping sobs as Ji Yuheng held him and comforted him. Ji Yuheng said guiltily, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. Let me clean you up.”

There was no clean cloth in the bedchamber, so he fetched his own undergarment and wiped Qixue clean.

Qixue angrily slapped his hand away. “Clean what? Do you think I’ll keep these clothes? I’ll burn them later!”

What angered him more was that he actually liked being in Ji Yuheng’s arms. After just a short while, he didn’t feel quite so furious anymore.

Qixue inwardly cursed his own lack of resolve, furiously stripping off his outer robe and undergarment, throwing them to the ground and stomping on them.

He had no intention of ending things hastily like this. Fleeing in panic last time had already infuriated him. Tonight, no matter what, he would torment Ji Yuheng until he was a wreck—otherwise, he wouldn’t be Qixue!

He turned back and glared viciously at Ji Yuheng. “Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you came. Get it up again. If you dare finish early next time, I’ll chop off that useless thing and feed it to the demonic beasts. Do you understand?”

“…I understand.”

Ji Yuheng’s heart softened under his glare, feeling both ashamed and blissfully entranced. Was this really punishment, or was it his dream come true?

At this point, Qixue was only wearing his lower garment. With Ji Yuheng right beside him, getting aroused again was all too easy.

Once he was up, Qixue went through the ordeal again to insert the silver needle. By the end, both were drenched in sweat. Qixue shook his damp hands and grumbled discontentedly, “You’re such a pain.”

“I’m sorry…”

Ji Yuheng didn’t know what else to say.

But the hardest part was over. Now he could torment Ji Yuheng to his heart’s content.

Qixue’s resentment vanished, and he beamed with joy as he stepped onto Ji Yuheng. “Ji Shizi, you’re in for it now.”

Ji Yuheng drew in a low breath and endured, saying, “Do as you please, my lady.”

“How is it? Does it hurt?” Qixue asked sweetly.

“It doesn’t… hurt, ah…”

“Are you uncomfortable?” Qixue loomed over him, scrutinizing his expression. When he saw Ji Yuheng furrow his brows, he was delighted. “Is it hard to hold back? You want release but can’t have it?”

Ji Yuheng closed his eyes, a trace of pain flickering across his face. He didn’t answer.

It was true… The pleasure had become so intense it bordered on agony. So this was Snow Prince’s way of punishing him—it certainly qualified as punishment. He…

His hands clenched tightly around Qixue’s discarded clothes on the floor, refusing to make a sound. But the more he held back, the more Qixue wanted to tease him into speaking. “So you feel this way about me… Ji Yuheng, do you think I’m beautiful?”

Sweat slid down Ji Yuheng’s clean jawline, each word a struggle. “My lady is naturally… very beautiful.”

“Oh, is that so?” Qixue maliciously increased the pressure. “Do you like me?”

“I…” Ji Yuheng whispered softly, “I do.”

“Wonderful. I also like watching your pained expression.”

Qixue smiled radiantly. “You look much more pleasing like this than before. I despise that sanctimonious hypocrite act of yours. You’re far cuter when you’re a mess.”

“Since my lady likes it,” Ji Yuheng forced out, ragged yet indulgent, “then please look at me more.”

“I will.”

Qixue smiled at him. “I’ll keep watching you. I’ve realized you like it when I do—you feel even more from it.”

“I want you to remember tonight’s taste forever. From now on, a single glance from me, and you’ll involuntarily grovel at my feet, letting me torment you as I please.”

In the end, Ji Yuheng’s mind grew hazy. He collapsed to the floor, as if smothered by layers of wet cloth over his mouth and nose. Even gasping for air, he couldn’t get enough.

No release no matter what—he was truly going mad. He lost the poise of a refined gentleman, his eyes reddening slightly as he used his last strength to tug at Qixue’s trouser leg. “Please, my lady, I really…”

Qixue gently cupped his face. “What are you begging for?”

“Please let me… let me…” Ji Yuheng’s voice dropped to a whisper as he said the words.

“Wait a little longer. I know you can hold on.”

Qixue placed a finger to his lips, granting mercy. “Come, kiss me.”

Breathing in Qixue’s fragrance, Ji Yuheng’s adoration and desire peaked. His pupils dilated, murmuring in a daze, “Snow Prince…”

Finally, just before he passed out, Qixue mercifully removed the silver needle. Ji Yuheng instantly found release. His vision blackened in waves, his whole body like one dredged from water—pale and weak, yet with an unhealthy flush on his cheekbones.

Qixue admired his near-death state, finding Ji Yuheng more pleasing to the eye than ever. He had gone to great lengths, but it was all worth it. As long as he could torment and humiliate Ji Yuheng, he’d do anything.

“Alright.”

He gently helped Ji Yuheng up to sit on the floor, leaning against him, stroking his sweat-damp forehead. “Tonight’s over. Rest a bit, then you can go.”

As Ji Yuheng steadied his breathing, he finally spoke softly after a long while. “Thank you for your mercy, my lady.”

Qixue tapped his lips. “Since you’re grateful, remember to come see me tomorrow night. Don’t run away, or I’ll hunt you down wherever you go and drag you back. I mean what I say.”

“…Yes.” Ji Yuheng closed his eyes. “I never thought of running. My lady, I’ll come see you.”