Qixue thought hazily that the most pleasurable yet torturous way to die in the entire world was to make love with Xie Shu, over and over, until he died in his arms.
Xie Shu had plenty of ways to toy with him. Originally, with the aid of the incense from the censer, he could vaguely make out the outlines of objects. But then Xie Shu discovered he could see a little and blindfolded him, turning him back into a blind man.
It was unclear if he had planned this in advance, but soon he pulled a silk ribbon from his sleeve, sprinkled it with medicinal powder, and tied it over Qixue’s eyes, claiming it would accelerate the healing of his sight and plunging Qixue into complete darkness.
Qixue felt uncomfortable and raised his fingers, slick from being sucked, to push away the ribbon. But Xie Shu seized his wrist without a word and pried his fingers apart one by one.
“Be good,” Xie Shu said. “Do you want me to tie you up?”
Qixue’s shoulders trembled. He bit his lower lip lightly and reluctantly lowered his hand. He knew Xie Shu harbored no good intentions—applying medicine, all for his sake—it was all excuses. Xie Shu was an outright control freak, doing this just to play with him!
Without sight, his other senses were infinitely amplified. Qixue’s body tensed as he felt Xie Shu’s palm land on his neck and shoulders, stroking unhurriedly.
A dragon in rut had an extreme, perverse possessiveness toward his mate. Xie Shu had Qixue completely under his control but was still unsatisfied. He even wanted to possess Qixue’s most minute perceptions—smell, touch, hearing… all filled with his traces.
He wouldn’t allow Qixue to divide his attention to anything else.
“Mm…”
The candlelight was dim. The silver-white dragon tail gleamed like pearls, coiling around Qixue like a snake.
Qixue’s cheeks flushed red, dotted with fine beads of sweat, exhaling hot, moist breaths. He felt the texture of scales rub over his navel, winding upward, brushing soothingly over the soft tip.
The ruby pendant glowed seductively. Two hands with distinct knuckles tugged it up and gently twisted. A stream of warm milk instantly flowed out.
“No… I can’t!”
Qixue was utterly unprepared. He arched his chest high in surprise, his back lifting into a beautiful curve, but Xie Shu cruelly pressed him back down.
“You can’t say ‘no’ to me.”
Xie Shu’s tone was indifferent as he pulled the ruby pendant even higher. He listened to Qixue’s faint whimpers for a moment before lowering it. “As punishment, do it yourself.”
Qixue had just breathed a sigh of relief when Xie Shu pulled his hand over, forcing him to tug the pendant himself. Qixue clutched it helplessly and shook his head. Tears quickly soaked the ribbon, staining it dark. “I can’t…”
“I’ll teach you.”
Xie Shu gripped Qixue’s wrist and guided it in a twist. Qixue’s hand trembled constantly, several times trying to release the pendant, but even his fingers were held by Xie Shu. “Mm…”
“Just like that.” Xie Shu lowered his dark golden vertical pupils, staring at a drop of milk on Qixue’s fingertip. “Please yourself, Qixue.”
Was this really pleasing himself? Wasn’t it Xie Shu who enjoyed the sight the most?
The thought flashed through Qixue’s mind, and then his reason dissipated.
Tears streamed down his face in clusters. He felt the medicinal powder on the ribbon diluted by his tears. Even biting his lips until they paled white couldn’t suppress his pitiful yet pleasurable sobs. “Xie… Xie Shu… ah…”
A sweet, cloying fragrance spread. Qixue’s body suddenly went limp, his red lips parting slightly as he let out short, urgent breaths.
His snow-white body took on a pale pink hue, covered in a layer of fine moisture from sweat, like a fresh peach washed in spring water, ripened by Xie Shu’s hand—plump and juicy, sweet nectar flowing with a single bite.
“Good boy.”
Xie Shu leaned down to kiss Qixue’s lips and damp cheeks, pulling him into his embrace and stroking his back and waist in a comforting manner, letting him draw a sense of security even in the darkness.
“…” Qixue groped for his silver hair and curled into his arms, depending on Xie Shu’s embrace like he craved a reward.
He despised himself for being bullied by Xie Shu yet still wanting his hugs. But when Xie Shu enveloped him with full possessive control and soothed him, he felt an involuntary sweetness.
Their skin pressed together. Qixue felt the cool dragon scales—unlike snakes, dragons had hot blood. Xie Shu, dosed with the drug, burned like raging flames. Everywhere not covered by scales was scorching hot, nearly melting Qixue into molten honey.
The place most affected by the drug made Qixue pale in fear. He hastily withdrew his hand. “Why are you even… bigger than last time…”
Last time had already tormented him endlessly, but this time Xie Shu was even more exaggerated… What was that? Two diamond pestles? It would pound him to pieces…!
Xie Shu seized his thigh, his long fingers sinking deep into the plump flesh, leaving indented marks. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You told me to enjoy myself fully, so I’ll show you.”
“Why do you push everything onto me…”
Qixue whimpered softly and powerlessly draped his fingers over Xie Shu’s arm, but he couldn’t budge it an inch. “You knew everything, yet you kept deceiving me, tricking me into putting the powder in the pot… You even drank it right in front of me…”
Facing his accusations, Xie Shu asked flatly, “Does it make a difference?”
He licked the tears from Qixue’s cheek. His scorching breath made Qixue’s head fuzzy. “What…”
“You think I’m doing this to you because I drank the drug?”
Xie Shu gripped the back of his neck, his fingertip rubbing the soft skin there, holding him firmly in his arms.
“Qixue, you’re confusing cause and effect. I drank the drug because I wanted to mate with you. Even without it, I’d lock you here and do as I please, and you couldn’t resist me.”
“You…”
Qixue trembled with shame, his stunning face flushing crimson. His long black hair cascaded, his skin was snow-smooth, the silk ribbon covered his eyes—glamorous like a mountain ghost.
With his eyes concealed, his moist, rosy lips stood out even more strikingly. Xie Shu stared at them for mere moments before yielding to his desires and kissing him deeply, pressing Qixue back into the cloud-like stacked brocade quilts.
Due to excessive passion, Xie Shu couldn’t fully maintain human form. His demonic features emerged, a beautiful dragon tail growing from his tailbone—but it wasn’t without benefits. At least the tail could change size and flexibility at will, far gentler than two diamond pestles.
It carried a fragrant scent, becoming slick and sticky. Even if Xie Shu didn’t need it, the tail seemed to have a mind of its own, stickily wrapping around Qixue’s calf, the tip happily slapping against his skin.
When Xie Shu pressed his palm to Qixue’s knee, Qixue truly panicked. Purely on instinct, he transformed back into Rabbit Tuan, flopping limply toward the edge of the bed canopy. His body was so soft his hind legs had no strength; he could only paw at the quilts with his tiny claws.
Rabbit Tuan was soft like a puddle of melted milk candy, his rabbit fur completely soaked, dazedly arching his bunny butt as he crawled across the quilts.
With the ribbon fallen, at least he could orient himself. If he crawled down and hid, he could escape Xie Shu. He didn’t want to be played with like this—before it even properly started, he was already like this. Any more, and he’d really turn into an idiot…
He vaguely saw scattered clothing fragments on the floor. Rabbit Tuan foolishly thought he was about to escape and excitedly leaped down. But the long dragon tail suddenly stretched over, coiled twice around his bunny belly, and yanked him back.
Rabbit Tuan landed in Xie Shu’s palm. The dragon tail smacked his bunny butt several times. Rabbit Tuan sobbed and rolled over, exposing his soft bunny belly in plea. “Don’t spank… don’t spank my butt…”
“Change back,” Xie Shu said.
Rabbit Tuan shifted to human form, his eye corners red like rouge, tearfully begging Xie Shu with pear-blossom tears. “I really can’t anymore. Spare me, Brother Dao Qing…”
Xie Shu remained unmoved. He dragged Qixue’s small arm, making him kneel over his lap. “You deserve a spanking.”
Smack. His palm landed mercilessly. Qixue felt a mix of pain and pleasure, kicking his legs wildly and sobbing. “No spanking, no spanking my butt, good husband. I won’t run…”
Xie Shu’s raised hand paused. “What did you call me?”
“Husband…”
Qixue grabbed his dragon tail, nuzzling the scales with his cheek ingratiatingly. “Spare A Xue.”
Xie Shu stared at him, his breathing disordered. “Call it a few more times.”
“Husband, husband, A Xue’s good husband…”
Qixue lifted his tear-streaked face, his pretty brows furrowed tightly. He looked utterly pitiable, but the weaker he acted, the less pity Xie Shu showed. He lifted Qixue, flipped him over, and padded soft quilts under his knees. “Kneel properly.”
“No, mm… ah!”
Qixue buried his face in the quilts, his palms sweaty. He trembled as he clutched his lower abdomen, but couldn’t stop Xie Shu.
Though they had shared those absurd three days and nights before, no matter how many times, he couldn’t adapt to Xie Shu. He always shed plenty of tears.
It wasn’t pain—Xie Shu wouldn’t let him hurt. He just felt utterly at a loss, breathing labored, as if his limbs weren’t his own. His toes and fingertips were all numb. He feared this loss of control.
He always suspected he’d split open, break apart. But whenever he tried to sneak away a little, Xie Shu would yank him back forcefully. This time, with the added dragon tail, controlling him was even easier.
The long, slender dragon tail wrapped gently around his neck, slightly constricting his throat and inducing a mild asphyxiation.
Qixue’s breathing was already labored. With the tail’s coil, he was forced to lift his face from the quilts and gasp through parted lips.
He cried until his eye corners were bright red, drool uncontrollably dripping. His entire face was drenched, yet indescribably ravishing. His pure features now bloomed like a bewitching peony at its peak.
Xie Shu turned his chin from behind, catching just half his face, but he couldn’t look away.
He leaned close for a deep, intricate kiss. Daoist robes and silver crown lay beside them—like a aloof immortal entangled with a soul-stealing seductress.
But to Qixue, Xie Shu was the male ghost devouring him, stealing his life. This demon dragon not only ate him half to death but forced him to say he loved him, call him “husband” repeatedly, or he’d torment him even harder.
Qixue uttered countless sweet words, even many lewd nonsense phrases, before Xie Shu finally released him.
Exhausted, he collapsed, hugging the sweat- and fluid-soaked quilts, on the verge of sleep. But soon Xie Shu lifted him and fed him warm water.
Parched, he drank the full cup from Xie Shu’s hand. Halfway through, he thought it tasted sweet but was too drowsy to care.
After finishing, Qixue felt his energy largely restored, strength returning to his body. Puzzled, he heard Xie Shu ask, “Ready?”
Qixue jolted alert, realizing. He tried to feign weakness, but Xie Shu pulled him up. “Don’t pretend to faint. I added stamina-restoring spiritual medicine to the cup. I know you’re fine.”
“No… I won’t get up. Don’t pull me!”
Qixue panicked, burrowing desperately under the quilts. But Xie Shu encircled his waist with one arm, lifting him single-handedly into the hot-water bath pool.
The room hadn’t had a bath pool originally—it was Xie Shu who used the Teleportation Art to shift it from Cloud Moon Temple. Placed in the pool, Qixue angrily cursed Xie Shu as an old lustful dragon, wasting profound Daoist arts on carnal indulgence instead of saving the common folk.
Xie Shu glanced at him calmly. “I am one of the common folk. Tonight, you save me. You ferry me.”
With a spell, he made the bath pool bottomless. Qixue’s foot slipped, and he sank. Xie Shu yanked him back with the dragon tail. Qixue clung to his shoulders, hugging tightly to avoid submerging.
