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When Shen Yuan spotted the herd of Silver Horned Deer drinking from a pond, he sighed in relief. Not only had he been able to track down the deer faster than anticipated but it also meant he was right when he told that village what had eaten their livestock. And now he had the opportunity to study another one of Airplane’s creations up close!

Since transmigrating into that hack author’s novel, he’s learned a few things. One being that he was an NPC who looked similar to his old body, the only serious change being the long hair. The second is that he somehow managed to transmigrate past the events of the novel, meaning no worrying about the plot for him! And the last thing was that he was free to explore the more interesting parts of Airplane’s world. He took full advantage of that last part. He freely explored the world studying the flora and fauna and used what he learned to make enough money to get by.

That brings him to now. A small village had their livestock killed in the middle of the night and when Shen Yuan arrived, they quickly asked for his help. He was by no means a cultivator, but he offered to take a look. The tracks and the teeth marks in the remains immediately set off flags in his mind. He had reassured the village it was most likely Silver Horned Deer who would continue migrating northward. That hadn’t been enough to soothe the concerns of village elders and so Shen Yuan set off to locate the herd to prove they would no longer be an issue.

Shen Yuan moves to hide behind a bush where he then slips his bag off his shoulder. He quietly rummages through it until he pulls out a brown package. He peels the cooling talisman off of it and gently unwraps the brown paper. Inside are several chunks of raw meat that have been cut into cubes. He peeks over the bush and sees the animals still milling about. He slowly rises to his feet with the package still in hand. He takes a few steps away from the bush and approaches the deer quietly. Naturally, they notice him immediately. Twelve deer turn to look at him with wide eyes. Shen Yuan stops moving and carefully takes a piece of meat in his hand before holding it out in his palm.

“Don’t worry…I’m a friend…” Shen Yuan says quietly. One deer that’s smaller than the others starts to walk towards him slowly. He holds his breath as he watches the deer continue to approach him. Once it’s close enough it begins to sniff at his hand. The sniffing tickles Shen Yuan’s hand but he manages to keep still. After a few moments, the deer takes the meat and starts to eat it. Shen Yuan laughs quietly as he watches the animal eat the food.

Only seconds after that is Shen Yuan being crowded by the other deer. They sniff him and he quickly starts handing out more food to the others. Once they’ve all had a piece, Shen Yuan is confident that the deer trust him. He finds a flat rock next to the pond and walks over to it with the gaggle of deer following him. He sits down and tosses a few more pieces of meat away from him. They quickly chase it, and it gives Shen Yuan the opportunity to pull out his journal and drawing supplies. He closes the package and keeps it tucked by his side.

He opens his journal and observes the deer as he begins taking notes. They look like regular deer in terms of their brown fur and their size. But unlike regular deer, they have different antlers. Not only do all deer have them regardless of gender, but they’re ashy gray with silvery streaks running up them. He grabs a piece of meat and hands it to a deer standing next to him. He’s eye level with its mouth and he can see its sharp teeth tearing the meat apart. The idea of carnivorous deer had struck Shen Yuan as weird at first, but he couldn’t deny how cool they looked with wolf-like teeth.

After finishing his notes, he begins to sketch them. Occasionally, one will push his hand with their nose until he offers them a piece of meat but for the most part, they hang around quietly. He spends the next twenty minutes drawing peacefully. But it seems the universe couldn’t leave Shen Yuan alone.

A loud thud rings out and Shen Yuan startles, dropping his journal and pencil. He stares with wide eyes at the figure that landed at the edge of the clearing. A man dressed in black and red robes stands with a sword in hand. He begins approaching Shen Yuan and the deer and Shen Yuan can see the way the animals tense. Sensing the oncoming trouble, Shen Yuan stands and begins to slowly approach the man.

He can’t quite make out his features at this distance, but he thinks there’s a red mark on the man’s forehead. As the man gets closer, the air feels like it’s become cooler despite the sun being high in the sky. Shen Yuan clears his throat, “Greetings…” his eyes widen, and his throat goes dry when he realizes who the man is.

They’re only a few feet apart now and he can see the man’s face clearly. He has dark eyes and a sharp smile with a deep red demon mark on his forehead. And he’s exactly as handsome as expected of the protagonist. Without thinking Shen Yuan speaks. “…Luo Binghe?” He asks quietly staring at the man in awe.

Binghe watches him curiously before stepping closer. Before Shen Yuan realizes what’s happening Binghe has brought a hand to his face. He grips him tightly by the jaw as he turns his face, examining it closely. Shen Yuan can’t begin to imagine what he’s done to draw the attention of the heavenly demon and he’s starting to panic. He’d managed to dodge any and all major characters so far! Why did his luck have to betray him now?!

“Who are you?” Binghe asks, his low voice sending a shiver down Shen Yuan’s spine.

“T-this one is Shen Yuan,” He answers as calmly as possible.

“Shen Yuan?” He repeats. He continues to grip Shen Yuan’s face, and he can feel the man’s sharp nails grazing his skin.

Shen Yuan swallows nervously, “My lord if you wouldn’t mind…this lowly one was in the middle of research…”

“Oh?” Binghe says with a raised brow, “Then surely won’t mind if this lord has a look?”

Shen Yuan kind of wishes the ground would open and swallow him whole. “Of course not, my lord,” He says before turning to retrieve both his bag and his journal. He shoves his drawing supplies back into his bag before turning to Binghe with the journal. He hands it to the heavenly demon, “I’ve been compiling my sightings in this.”

Binghe takes the journal and begins flipping through it. He scans over his notes but takes more interest in his drawings. There’s an odd look on his face but Shen Yuan can’t identify the expression. Binghe turns his attention back to him with an unimpressed look on his face, “Your research seems…incomplete.”

Shen Yuan reels back in surprise, his mouth hanging open as he tries to find the words to say. Had Binghe just…insulted his work?! Whatever fear he had been feeling before vanishes in an instant. “How…How dare you!” Shen Yuan screams at him. He reaches out and snatches the journal from Binghe. “If my research is incomplete, it’s because you managed to scare away the Silver Horned Deer before, I was finished!”

“I wasn’t referring to just the last entry,” Binghe says with an amused smile.

“You! What would you know about research! You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t take advice on my research from a man who spends all his time looking for damsels in distress to marry,” Shen Yuan says coldly. And with that, he turns on his heels and begins his walk back to the village.

Of course, he doesn’t escape that easily. An arm quickly snakes around his waist and spins him back around before tightening around him. Now he’s pressed against Binghe who’s smiling at him with a wolfish grin. “Not so fast,” He says lightly.

“Let me go!” Shen Yuan hisses as he tries to wriggle out of his grip.

“Why so eager to leave?” Binghe asks trying to sound pitiful, only his grin gives him away.

“Because you’re a creep!” Shen Yuan snaps and without thinking raises his now folded journal and smacks Binghe on the head with it. Shockingly, Binghe lets go of him easily. His eyes are wide and he’s staring at Shen Yuan like he’s seen a ghost. Not interested in finding out what that’s about, Shen Yuan takes the opportunity to bolt. He almost makes it into the forest when he’s once again grabbed by a pair of arms. This time he’s lifted off the ground and tucked into Binghe’s chest. It takes him a moment to realize he’s being carried like a bride.

“What are you doing!?” Shen Yuan asks while blushing violently.

Binghe just smiles at him before turning to a portal. Shen Yuan’s eyes widen. Binghe must have opened it so he could make a quick getaway with Shen Yuan as his captive. In a last-ditch effort, he smacks his fist into the demon’s chest. Binghe smiles, “A-Yuan thinks all this lord does is find new wives?”

“Well, you have six hundred to prove it!” Shen Yuan bites back.

Binghe’s smile turns dark as he watches Shen Yuan, “Looks like I’m making it six hundred and one.”

Shen Yuan’s blood runs cold. “What do you-” He’s cut off by Binghe carrying him through the portal. He blinks and suddenly they’re in the middle of what he assumes is a hallway in Binghe’s palace. Binghe immediately starts walking down the hallway, his grip on Shen Yuan as tight as ever.

He hears a door open, and a woman walks out into the hallway. She hears them coming and turns to look at them. Her head cocks to the side when she sees them, and she bounds over to them. As she gets closer, Shen Yuan takes in the appearance of the young woman. She has youthful features, and her hair is twisted into loops in an updo.

“A-Luo?” She asks, “Who’s this?”

Ah, this must be Ning Yingying. Normally Shen Yuan would be over the moon about meeting one of Binghe’s more important wives but given his predicament, it’s hard to feel excited. “He kidnapped me,” Shen Yuan answers before Binghe can.

Ning Yingying’s eyebrows shoot up, “Oh?”

“This lord has returned with a new bride, this is A-Yuan,” Binghe answers innocently, ignoring Shen Yuan’s glare.

“Oh,” Ning Yingying amends, her tone understanding, “Well does he want to be your new bride?”

“No!” Shen Yuan answers quickly.

Ning Yingying sighs, “A-Luo…”

“It’s him,” Binghe tells her, his tone oddly serious, “It’s Shizun. The other one, the kind one.”

Shen Yuan’s brows furrow in confusion. He looks back at Ning Yingying who’s suddenly gone pale at Binghe’s words. “Shizun? I’m not anyone’s Shizun. I’ve never met either of you before in my life,” Shen Yuan tries to explain. But Ning Yingying is staring at him like he’s some sort of miracle before her.

Her eyes dart back up to Binghe, “Are you sure? Where did you find him?”

“He looks different, but I know it’s him,” Binghe tells her confidently, “and I found him here, in our world.”

Ning Yingying nods slowly and looks back at Shen Yuan. He feels like a bug under a microscope under her gaze, but he maintains eye contact with her. She finally smiles and returns to her cheerful attitude from before. “A-Yuan, please give A-Luo a chance. Our husband can be…inconsiderate, a bit rude, controlling,” She begins to list.

“Wife…” Binghe tells her warningly.

“I’m joking,” Ning Yingying says with a laugh, “But really, A-Yuan, our A-Luo cares for us and I promise you’ll be very happy here. And the others will be excited to meet you!” Binghe seems happy with Ning Yingying’s pitch but to be honest, it’s not doing all that much to convince him. Suddenly, Ning Yingying gets a mischievous look in her eyes, “Actually… I can think of one of my fellow wives who would love to meet you! Her name is Sha-”

Binghe cuts her off with a low growl. Shen Yuan blinks up at him in surprise. He didn’t think people actually growled. Ning Yingying laughs again pleasantly. She then quickly moves out of the way and lets them continue on their path. As they walk away Shen Yuan peeks over Binghe’s shoulder and spots Ning Yingying watching them with a smile. He shoots her a pitiful look hoping for some sympathy but instead, she laughs to herself before turning and walking away. Well, there goes his only hope of escaping. He slumps in Binghe’s arms and lets himself be carried who knows where.

When they finally arrive at an empty wing, they stop in front of a large door. Binghe pushes it open with his foot before carrying him in. Shen Yuan is greeted with the sight of a large bedroom. There’s a giant bed and a table but besides the few bookshelves, it really doesn’t look lived in. It must be one of the spare rooms set aside for new wives. Binghe hauls him to the bed before dumping him onto it unceremoniously. Shen Yuan tumbles onto the bed and lets out an ‘oof’. He quickly sits up and glares at Binghe.

“Stay here,” Binghe orders before leaving the room abruptly.

Shen Yuan watches as he leaves, the door shutting behind him. He quickly climbs off the bed and runs to the door. He presses his ear to the door before shutting his eyes and trying to listen. He can’t hear any movement from the other side of the door, but he thinks it might also be too thick to let sound in. He waits for a few more seconds before trying to open the door. He pulls on the handle only to find it won’t open. He sighs and knocks his head against the door. Of course, it’s locked. Binghe’s not an idiot and he knows Shen Yuan will bolt the second he’s given the opportunity.

He pushes off the door and wanders back to the middle of the room. He hadn’t noticed before, but there were a few papers spread on the table. He sits down and begins reading through them. Some are reports from different areas in the demon realm, the rest are proposals. Shen Yuan rolls his eyes but starts reading through them. Right off the bat, he can spot three different tribes that Binghe couldn’t trust. In the novel they had been hinted at trying to overthrow Binghe but Airplane had promptly forgotten about his own foreshadowing. He thinks about ripping them up but instead sets them off to the side. Maybe he’ll mention it to Ning Yingying assuming he sees her anytime soon.

A few more minutes pass and Shen Yuan begins to grow bored of reading the proposals. Luckily, the door swings open and in walks, Binghe holding a tray of food. He spots him sitting at the table with papers in hand and raises a curious brow. He sets the tray down but rather than sitting on the opposite side of him, he sits to Shen Yuan’s left. As he starts pouring tea for both of them, he speaks. “Did A-Yuan find anything interesting in those reports?” He asks as he eyes the proposals Shen Yuan had separated.

Shen Yuan huffs, “My lord should reject those proposals.”

“Oh? Why is that?” Binghe asks lightly before his smile turns amused, “Is it possible A-Yuan is jealous his lord will seek other wives?”

Shen Yuan glares at him and scoffs, “As if! I heard during my travels of some unrest from those tribes. Rumor has it they seek to overthrow you.”

Binghe frowns and watches Shen Yuan carefully, “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“Believe me or don’t,” Shen Yuan says dismissively before picking up his cup. He examines the tea discreetly but there aren’t any obvious signs it's been laced with anything. Besides, if Binghe wanted him dead, he’d have done it by now. He takes a drink and sets the cup back down.

Binghe is still watching him closely, but his arrogant smile is back, “Already my wife is looking out for my safety.”

“Who’s your wife?!” Shen Yuan snaps, “It’s none of my business who you associate with.”

The demon laughs before picking a cake off the tray. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger and presents it to Shen Yuan. “Here,” Binghe purrs.

“I’m not hungry,” Shen Yuan answers quickly, before turning away. His stomach picks that moment to rumble. Shen Yuan turns red but keeps his face turned.

“A-Yuan,” Binghe coos, “This husband made them just for you.”

Shen Yuan perks up slightly at that. Not that he was interested! It’s just a well-known fact that the protagonist’s cooking was legendary, and few people ever got to try it. He glances back at Binghe and sees the man smiling like he’s already won. Shen Yuan bites his lip. It’s really not a good idea since Binghe could’ve easily laced the food with his blood. The last thing Shen Yuan needs is the demon’s blood parasites wreaking havoc in his body. But then again, he may just end up forcing him to drink it anyway and he may not get the chance again to try his cooking.

Shen Yuan sighs, “Fine.” He turns back to Binghe and tries to grab the cake from his hand only for him to pull it out of reach. He shoots the man an annoyed look, but Binghe doesn’t look deterred.

“Allow this husband to feed you,” Binghe says shamelessly.

He takes a deep breath. It seems that resisting Binghe only encourages him further, so Shen Yuan relents and drops his hand. Binghe holds it up to him again and this time he parts his mouth and lets Binghe feed the cake to him. It’s small enough to eat in one bite so he closes his mouth over it, accidentally catching Binghe’s fingers. His tongue makes contact with his thumb, and he quickly pulls away from Binghe. He quickly chews the cake and is surprised by the sweet taste. Shen Yuan lets out an involuntary sound of delight and continues chewing.

He only looks back at Binghe when he swallows the last of it. When he does, Binghe is staring at him with hooded eyes and Shen Yuan turns red with embarrassment. How else was he supposed to react?! Binghe’s cooking was so much better than he could’ve ever imagined. Binghe suddenly moves to his side and Shen Yuan tries to lean away.

“A-Yuan was pleased with this husband’s cooking,” He says sounding far too happy.

“It was…acceptable,” Shen Yuan answers begrudgingly.

Binghe suddenly scoops him up and carries him to the bed. Shen Yuan is once again dumped on the bed carelessly only this time, Binghe is quick to crawl on top of him. Shen Yuan feels his heart drop when Binghe begins running his hands down his sides. “Hey wait a second!” Shen Yuan starts only for Binghe to cover his mouth with one of his large hands. He freezes as Binghe leans in.

“Shhh,” He whispers before removing his hands. He promptly begins opening Shen Yuan’s robes, exposing his chest to the cool air. “Let this husband take care of you,” Binghe tells him as he runs a hand over his chest.

Shen Yuan’s body finally starts listening to him again and he quickly pushes Binghe away before pulling his robes back in place. He scrambles to the other side of the bed to put some distance between them. “I told you to wait!” He hisses, “Do you treat all your wives like this?”

Binghe’s eyes flare with irritation, “This lord takes care of his wives.”

“I’m sure you do,” Shen Yuan responds sarcastically, “I hate to break it to you, but if you keep treating the people in your life like this, eventually they’ll stop loving you!”

The silence that falls over them is heavy and Shen Yuan realizes that he may have gone too far. He opens his mouth to apologize but Binghe beats him to it.

“They don’t love me,” He says coldly.

Shen Yuan’s eyes widen, “That, that’s not true!” How could Binghe really think that? “I’m sure all of you wives love you deeply, otherwise they wouldn’t have married you,” Shen Yuan argues.

Binghe scoffs, “They don’t. Most want me for the safety and money I provide. Others were political. Some were just from loyalty. But no, they don’t love me.”

“Then why did you marry them?” Shen Yuan asks. Binghe shoots him a look and suddenly it hits him. Xin Mo was fed through sex and violence, and you could only kill so many things. Shen Yuan goes quiet for a moment before speaking, “Then why are so insistent on marrying me?”
Binghe stares at him for a moment before answering. He tells Shen Yuan of another world, one where Binghe and the scum villain himself end up together. It sounds entirely impossible, and his thoughts must show on his face because Binghe laughs humorlessly. “He wasn’t my Shizun. He was…kind, the Shizun I wished I had. The one I deserved but that weakling got instead,” Binghe sneers.

“But…what does that have to do with me?” Shen Yuan asks nervously.

“You’re him. A different version of him but still the same. I’ve searched several worlds looking for you but to my surprise, you were already here, and I just didn’t know it,” Binghe says bitterly.

Seeing the anger on his face, Shen Yuan speaks without thinking, “Actually, I haven’t been here long. I really only woke up in this world a few months ago!”

The anger leaves Binghe quickly and instead, he stares at Shen Yuan as if trying to figure out if he’s lying. Eventually, he smiles, “Then I just needed to wait for you to come to me.”

“Binghe…how are you sure I’m him? You said it yourself earlier, we don’t look the same,” Shen Yuan asks carefully.

“You are. You may look different, but I know you’re him,” Binghe insists. It doesn’t really explain anything, but Shen Yuan decides to let it go.

“Even if we are the same, Binghe, I can’t be a replacement for someone else. It’ll just end with you being disappointed,” Shen Yuan tries to explain gently. He really doesn’t want to upset Binghe, but he also doesn’t want to get the man’s hopes up either.

“You’re rejecting me?” Binghe asks quietly, his gaze turning to the bed. He laughs bitterly, “Just like him.”

Shen Yuan isn’t sure if he’s talking about his own cruel teacher or the kind one from that other world. But the pain in his voice makes his heart break a little. He thinks back to those chapters showing Binghe’s days before he got Xin Mo. Looking at a Binghe who’s been neglected and abused by those who were supposed to care for him, he can’t help the anger he feels for him. He moves before he can second guess himself and sits before Binghe. The man looks at him with distrust in his eyes but doesn’t move from his spot. Shen Yuan quickly reaches for him and wraps his arms around him. Binghe goes still in his hold and in a moment of worry, Shen Yuan brings one hand to Binghe’s head and begins stroking it soothingly.

“I’m sorry, Binghe,” He whispers, “You deserved better than what you got.”

Shen Yuan feels Binghe’s hands on his back holding onto him desperately. His nails dig into his back slightly, but he lets the man hold on to him. After a few minutes of holding Binghe, the man releases him, and Shen Yuan pulls away. Binghe’s eyes are surprisingly dry, but they look red. He brings a hand to Binghe’s face and gently strokes it. Before he knows what’s happening, Binghe is leaning forward and presses his lips to Shen Yuan’s.

Shen Yuan had kissed people before, but none had felt like this. Binghe’s warm lips move against his, and his eyes slip shut. He kisses Binghe back eagerly, and the man takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into Shen Yuan’s mouth. He moans quietly against Binghe’s mouth and gets lost in the feeling. The small part of his brain that’s still functioning is telling him they shouldn’t be doing this. After all, Binghe is hurting and Shen Yuan’s never been with anyone, much less a man! But who could really resist when the protagonist was the one kissing you?

When Binghe finally pulls away for a breath, Shen Yuan’s eyes slowly open and he sees the wetness of Binghe’s eyes. “Oh, Binghe,” He breathes before reconnecting their mouths. Binghe reacts quickly and begins pawing at his robes. In a matter of moments, his robes have been pushed off and he tries to return the favor. Shen Yuan clumsily unfastens Binghe’s belt and robes. They separate for a brief moment as they remove the rest of their clothing. Finally seeing Binghe’s bare body, his mouth goes dry. Binghe was just as muscular as Shen Yuan had imagined but when he spots the monster between the man’s legs, his mind goes blank. There’s no way he’s going to be able to take that!

Binghe doesn’t seem to notice his panic and quickly pushes Shen Yuan down on the bed. He crawls over him and begins to kiss him again. Shen Yuan lets the panic go and wraps his arms around Binghe. The man clasps his waist with one hand and slowly moves it down until he’s caressing his butt. “Binghe, we should-Hey!” Shen Yuan jolts as he feels Binghe pinch his ass. Binghe pulls away from him and laughs and Shen Yuan scowls. He thinks for a moment before deciding to get his revenge. He slides a hand down Binghe’s back before quickly raising it and smacking him on the ass.

“Ah!” Binghe moans loudly.

They both stare at each other in shock. Shen Yuan watched Binghe’s face turn bright red and almost chokes on his spit. “Did you…did Binghe like that?” He asks.

Instead of answering, Binghe buries his face in the crook of his neck and after a moment, he can feel the man nod against him. Shen Yuan bites his lip but lets his hand wander back down. He palms Binghe’s plump ass for a few seconds before once again raising his hand and spanking him. Binghe whines against his neck and collapses on top of him. Now Shen Yuan can feel his hard cock pressing against him. He swallows nervously, “Does Binghe want more?”

“…Yes,” Binghe answers, his voice muffled.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” Shen Yuan tells him gently before spanking him once again. He puts more force behind it and Binghe whines against him.

Binghe untucks his face and stares up at Shen Yuan with teary eyes. “A-Yuan, harder,” He pleads and starts trying to grind against him.

And how can Shen Yuan say no to that? He nods and begins to lift Binghe off of him. “Can you hold yourself up on your hands and knees?” He asks Binghe.

Binghe nods silently and clambers off him before turning on his hands and knees, presenting his ass to Shen Yuan. He sits up and begins massaging his bottom, that’s already starting to turn red. He waits for Binghe’s breathing to slow down before bringing his hand down again. The slap makes his ass jiggle in a way that Airplane could’ve never done justice in writing. Binghe groans and presses back against him. Shen Yuan gladly continues spanking him, each blow harder than the last until Binghe is crying out in pleasure. With one final slap of his hand, Binghe tenses underneath him and lets out a low whine. It takes Shen Yuan a second to realize that Binghe is coming all over the sheets beneath him. He watches in wonder as the man continues to wail as he comes for what feels like a ridiculous amount of time. When he finishes, he’s panting but Shen Yuan’s already hard cock twitches when he sees that Binghe’s still hard.

“Binghe, are you okay?” Shen Yuan asks.

Binghe trembles as he slowly moves to turn around. He wobbles on his knees as he faces Shen Yuan. Seeing this, Shen Yuan quickly reaches for him and drags him into his lap. Binghe settles nicely on his lap and stares at Shen Yuan with a dazed expression, his eyes glazed over. “Are you okay?” He asks Binghe again.

“Yes,” Binghe answers, his voice rough.

Shen Yuan nods and presses a kiss over his demon mark. “Good,” He hums, smiling at Binghe, “Binghe was so good for me.”

Binghe lets out a strangled noise and tries to grind his hard length against Shen Yuan who’s startled by his reaction. “Please…A-Yuan,” Binghe cries as he continues rocking against him.

“Does Binghe like that?” Shen Yuan asks knowingly, “Does Binghe like being good for me?”

“Yes! A-Yuan! Want to be good for you!” Binghe whines.

Shen Yuan laughs and kisses him again, “Don’t worry, Binghe has been very good.” He looks down at Binghe’s leaking cock and back up at Binghe, “Tell me what you want Binghe.”

“I need you,” Binghe answers quickly.

Shen Yuan pats his bottom gently, “More specific, Binghe.”

Binghe bites his lip and grinds down once more on Shen Yuan, “A-Yuan should fuck me.”

Oh. Shen Yuan hadn’t been expecting that. Binghe still looks blissed out, with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. His eyes are starting to water again while Shen Yuan stays silent. The idea of him taking the protagonist violates all the rules of this world but when he looks at Binghe’s vulnerable expression, he knows his fate has already been decided.

“Okay, Binghe,” He answers, before clearing his throat, “You should know I’ve never done this before, so we’ll have to go slow.”

Binghe blinks at him, his eyes clearing slightly, “I’m A-Yuan’s first?”

Shen Yuan nods, “Binghe is.”

Suddenly, Binghe’s lips crash against his but the man pulls away before Shen Yuan can react. Instead, the man rolls them over until Shen Yuan is sitting on top of him. Binghe is lying beneath him staring at him with hooded eyes. “Hurry, A-Yuan,” Binghe whines.

Shen Yuan tries to ignore the way his own face flushes. “We need oil,” He points out as he climbs off of Binghe. The man takes the opportunity to snatch something off the bedside table and hand it to Shen Yuan before eagerly spreading his legs. When Shen Yuan looks at the object, he realizes it’s a vial of oil. He wants to ask why this was already there, but it really shouldn’t surprise him.

He sits between Binghe’s legs and watches the man spread them further. Binghe exposes his hole to Shen Yuan shamelessly, not once looking away from him. Shen Yuan almost drops the vial, but he catches it before it slips from his hand. He uncorks it, adds a generous amount to his hand, and reseals it. He tries not to look so nervous as he scoots closer to Binghe.

“C’mon, A-Yuan. I need you inside of me soon,” Binghe goads with an innocent smile on his face.

Shen Yuan grits his teeth and brings a finger to Binghe’s entrance. He traces the rim and watches the smile slip off Binghe’s face as he goes slack-jawed. He hasn’t even entered Binghe, and he already looks fucked out. He presses two fingers in slowly and immediately, Binghe tightens around him and lets out a loud groan. Shen Yuan looks up and sees Binghe watching him like he’s hung the moon. He can’t handle the sincerity of the look and looks back at what he’s doing. He finally buries his fingers inside of Binghe. He begins spreading his fingers experimentally and soon feels Binghe relax. After a minute he adds a third finger and starts pumping his fingers into him faster. Binghe lets out a long moan and starts thrusting back against his hand.

“More, A-Yuan! Fuck me harder!” He mewls as his hands grip the sheets tightly.

Shen Yuan’s never done this before, but he’s sure Binghe’s been prepared enough. Somehow, he’s made it this far without coming despite how debauched Binghe has looked this entire time. He only hopes this doesn’t end too soon. He finds the vial from before and uses the rest on himself. Binghe watches him with watery eyes as Shen Yuan lines himself up with his entrance. He slowly presses in, and the tight heat around him constricts and Binghe lets out a choked noise. He holds on to the backs of Binghe’s thighs as he tries to push in. Shen Yuan is halfway in when he has to stop and squeeze his eyes shut. He tries to control his breathing but the sounds coming from Binghe aren’t helping him.

“Please…A-Yuan…” Binghe cries desperately.

“Binghe,” He hisses before pushing in again. Binghe’s breath hitches when he slides in completely. After a brief moment, Shen Yuan pulls out before slamming back in. Binghe’s eyes widen in shock, and he cries out. Encouraged by this, Shen Yuan sets a slow pace of pulling out and quickly slamming back into Binghe. He grits his teeth as he fucks into Binghe. The wet heat of the other man makes him feel delirious. “Binghe feels so good,” Shen Yuan tells Binghe.

Binghe stares at him with wet eyes and the tears begin running down his face. “A-Yuan!” He calls, “So full…your cock feels so good…”

Shen Yuan moans at his words and starts fucking into Binghe harder. “You’re so tight, Binghe…” He praises. Binghe moans brokenly, as he tries to slam back onto Shen Yuan’s cock. He watches Binghe’s back arch and the way his cock bounces obscenely with the force of his thrusts. He sees Binghe starts to bring a hand to his cock and Shen Yuan reacts quickly and slaps Binghe’s hand away before grabbing the other’s thigh again.

“You came without me touching you before,” He says between shallow breaths, “Will Binghe be good for me and do it again?”

Binghe writhes against the bed but nods, the tears still streaming down his face, “I’ll be good!”

“Good boy,” Shen Yuan whispers. He thrusts in once more and Binghe lets out a shout. Shen Yuan is startled by his reaction but quickly realizes it’s a good thing. He tries to hit the same spot again and when he does, Binghe tosses his head back as he begins babbling.

“So good, A-Yuan…taking this wife so well!” The words come spilling out of his mouth and Shen Yuan moans and squeezes Binghe’s thighs tightly.

Shen Yuan feels himself getting closer to coming and he releases Binghe’s thighs before leaning over him. He continues fucking into Binghe and kisses him frantically. “Come with me Binghe, come for this husband,” He whispers against Binghe’s lips.

Binghe arches against him and finishes, his come splattering against both their stomachs. With Binghe whining in his ear it only takes one more thrust for Shen Yuan to follow him. He stills deep inside Binghe and comes with a gasp. He fills Binghe to the brim, moaning quietly as he does so. By the time they both finish coming, Shen Yuan has collapsed on top of Binghe, his plush chest making a nice pillow. Binghe wraps his arms around him and presses kisses to his forehead.

After a few minutes, Shen Yuan gets grossed out by the feeling of sweat and come and he pushes himself up. As he does, he sees Binghe’s length, and he feels a headache coming on.

“Binghe…are you still hard?” Shen Yuan asks in disbelief.

Binghe gives him a pitiful look that’s only made more effective by the tear stains on his face, “A-Yuan won’t leave his poor wife unsatisfied, will he?”

“I really can’t go another round,” Shen Yuan tells him apologetically. And without warning he pulls out of Binghe and the man whines at the loss. Shen Yuan watches in fascination as his come drips out of Binghe’s loose hole. He bites back a groan and ignores the arousal forming in his gut.

Suddenly, Binghe’s hands are on him, and their positions are flipped. He’s lying on the bed and Binghe is above him and moves to straddle his hips. He brings a hand to his mouth and uses one of his sharp nails to cut his bottom lip. Shen Yuan’s eyes widen in surprise but before he can say anything Binghe bends down, “Does husband trust me?”

Shen Yuan sees the blood welling up from the cut and looks back up at Binghe. He really shouldn’t. By all means giving the demon that much control over him is the worst thing he can do. But so far, Binghe has proven to not be what Shen Yuan had thought. He doesn’t have the time to unpack all of Binghe’s trauma, but he thinks maybe things will be better after this. “I trust you,” Shen Yuan answers sincerely.

Binghe smiles and dives in to kiss him. Their mouths move together and the taste of iron floods his mouth. It should be disgusting but he eagerly swipes his tongue over Binghe’s lips, smearing the blood over the other man’s mouth. He’s sure that there’s blood all over his mouth but the thought only arouses him further. In an instant, he feels the blood parasites buzzing inside him. He sighs against Binghe and doesn’t notice what’s happening until it’s too late.

Shen Yuan gasps in surprise, “Binghe?!”

Binghe sits up and smiles at him. Shen Yuan has a full view of his dick somehow hard once again. The wicked grin on Binghe’s face tells him all he needs to know. He watches the other man rise on his knees and position himself above his length. He takes it in hand and slowly sinks down. Trapped in that tight heat once again, Shen Yuan tries to stifle a moan as Binghe sinks down onto his lap. He settles for a moment before lifting himself up and dropping down again. Binghe tosses his head back, his long hair framing him. His wanton moans spill from his mouth easily.

He begins riding Shen Yuan hard and fast. Binghe’s ridiculous stamina makes it easy for him to do so without getting tired. Shen Yuan digs his heels into the bed and tries to thrust up into him. When he manages to do so, a moan is ripped from Binghe, and he looks down at Shen Yuan with heated eyes. His lips are slick with spit and blood and his mouth hangs open as breathy moans are punched out of him. The room is filled with the sound of their skin slapping as Binghe fucks himself on Shen Yuan’s cock. He feels close to coming once again when he sees the come from their first-round spill out around his cock.

“So wet for you, husband,” Binghe tells him as stops bouncing in his lap, he switches to rolling his hips and keeping Shen Yuan deep inside of him.

Instead of responding Shen Yuan swipes two of his fingers through the come that’s stained Binghe’s stomach. He raises his fingers to Binghe’s mouth and without needing to instruct him, Binghe begins sucking on his fingers. His hot tongue licks between his fingers, gladly swallowing his own come.

“Binghe, I won’t last,” Shen Yuan warns him.

The other man sucks harder on his fingers for a moment and then releases them. “Fill me up, husband,” He says in a husky voice as he begins bouncing on his cock again.

Shen Yuan’s hands fly to Binghe’s hips where he grips them tightly. He uses his grip to slam Binghe down to meet his thrusts. In a matter of seconds, Binghe is crying as Shen Yuan fucks into him. He feels Binghe clench around him and he knows it’s over. Shen Yuan comes inside Binghe once again. In turn, Binghe comes all over Shen Yuan’s stomach and chest. How he manages to come that much for a third time, Shen Yuan can’t figure out.

When Binghe finally finishes, the monster between his legs finally softens. Instead of climbing off of Shen Yuan as he had expected, Binghe lays on top of him and keeps his softened cock inside of him. He’s heavy but he also feels like a weighted blanket, so Shen Yuan gladly resigns himself to his fate. He wraps his arms around Binghe and plays with his curls.

After a few minutes of silence, Binghe speaks up.

“Did you mean it?” He asks.

Shen Yuan looks down at him in confusion, “Mean what?”

“When you said…when you said I was good,” Binghe answers.

“Oh.” Shen Yuan blinks and thinks about it. Although he had said while they were intimate, it was clearly weighing on Binghe. He’s probably never had anyone tell him that was enough or at the very least, that he wasn’t inherently evil. He looks down at the protagonist and thinks about all the times he defended him from other readers and when he berated Airplane for not giving Binghe any meaningful relationships. He smiles at Binghe although the man won’t make eye contact with him, “I did. Binghe is good,” He answers honestly.

Binghe narrows his eyes at him, “I’ve slaughtered hundreds of people,”

“I know,” Shen Yuan responds easily.

“I tortured and killed my Shizun.”

Shen Yuan sighs sadly, “I know.”

Binghe suddenly looks ashamed, “I wanted to take the other you from that weakling.”

“That’s okay,” Shen Yuan tells him, “Binghe has hurt a lot of people, but the world has also not been kind to you. I don’t think that makes you irredeemable. At least, not in my eyes.”

Binghe turns away from him and after a moment he can feel the way Binghe’s body trembles. Shen Yuan strokes his back, “It’s okay Binghe. Rest, I’ll still be here when you wake.”