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Shen Qingqiu couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Sure the whole world was governed by Great Master Airplane’s terrible papapa rules. But wasn’t this too much? He had just been on a perfectly normal night hunt with Liu Qingge. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They got rid of the swarm of scaley-eared scarlet voles that had been bothering the town and then returned to the inn for a much needed bath and rest.
So how had he been ambushed coming straight out of the bath?! And to be tied up like this! System, hello? Isn’t he supposed to be a powerful immortal cultivator? How had someone gotten the jump on him? Worse still was what was now taking place right before his eyes. The thing he was now being forced to watch from his position tied up on the floor.
Liu Qingge, Bai Zhan Peak’s war god currently had his tongue down the throat of, well–
Well, Liu Qingge had his tongue down the throat of someone who looked exactly like Shen Qingqiu himself! The doppelgänger’s eyes cut to Shen Qingqiu, he tilted his head back, letting Liu Qingge mouth along the line of his throat. He smiled then rolled an empty bottle towards Shen Qingqiu with one bare foot. It bounced off of Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder, coming to a stop in front of his face, pressed against the floor. He glanced at it, brow furrowing. The smell hit him next.
Oh, well maybe that explained a little. He bumped the bottle of Nectar of Veiled Spring away so he wouldn't inhale its distinctive salt water and rose scent. Not that it could effect him just from smelling it. At least he didn’t think so. But it clearly worked when ingested if Liu Qingge’s flushed cheeks and searching hands were anything to go by.
The Nectar of Veiled Spring was a powerful aphrodisiac, even circulating your qi couldn’t expel it. Only an antidote made from the Pomegranate of Clarity or letting the poison run its course by giving into… specific urges, would purge it from your system. That or die.
It had of course been just another wife plot dreamed up by that hack writer, Airplane. This plot in particular gave Wife #237 the courage to confess her feelings, considering the aphrodisiac only worked if you were already attracted to somebody. Shen Qingqiu frowned. His eyes traced over Liu Qingge, currently ripping the sash from the fake’s body. Oh.
Oh.
Did that mean that Liu Qingge– His Liu-shidi with a face that could break a thousand hearts… was gay?! And not just gay, but gay for him! The scum villain! Liu-shidi? If you were going to like men, don’t you think you could have made a better choice?
The fake’s hands trailed up Liu Qingge’s jaw and Liu Qingge groaned, diving back in to kiss Shen Qingqiu– No, Shen Qingqiu’s doppelgänger! It wasn’t like Liu Qingge was actually making out with him. I wasn’t like it was him that Liu Qingge was so desperate to get a taste of that his hands were tangling into the fake’s silky hair.
The fake shrugged out of his robes in record time, flinging them to the floor. Shen Qingqiu had to admit this was a surprisingly good likeness of him. The fake had the same smooth pale skin, the same narrow waist, the same scattering of freckles. He even had the wire thin white marks on his back from leftover scars mostly healed by cultivation. It was certainly a near perfect replica! He would have admired the skill if he wasn’t literally bound on the floor watching some creature use his likeness for nefarious means.
Liu Qingge would certainly be upset when he found out. How embarrassed he’d be to learn Shen Qingqiu not only found out about his apparent crush, but had watched him be tricked like this. It was really too much.
Liu Qingge didn’t seem upset. He was currently throwing his own robes to the floor, shifting around so he could shuck his pants off while he was at it. Shen Qingqiu stared as Liu Qingge revealed the long curve of his hard cock. It was glistening at the tip, dripping pre-come down the side of the flushed head. Shen Qingqiu swallowed, eyes going wide.
The fake shifted as he too tossed his pants, leaving him perfectly bare. Liu Qingge’s gaze tracked up the fake’s naked form, pausing at the curved line of his cock. And hey! Wasn't that weirdly accurate, too? Had this fake been spying on him?
Liu Qingge groaned low in his throat and tugged the fake back onto his lap. His hands tangled in the fake’s long hair, teeth snagging against the plush skin of his lip. The fake’s nails scratched along Liu Qingge’s skin leaving him gasping. Shen Qingqiu was sweating, his robes pressed tight against his skin by the ropes. He wiggled trying to loosen them as something stirred warm through his belly.
The fake pulled Liu Qingge’s head down to his chest and Liu Qingge wrapped his hands along the fake’s ribs, holding him steady as Liu Qingge dragged his tongue across first one nipple then the other. The fake tipped his head to the side and smirked at Shen Qingqiu, eyes going half-lidded, his long lashes fluttering across his cheek. He bent close to Liu Qingge to whisper, but Shen Qingqiu could still hear every word.
“Shidi, tell me what you want to do to me. This shixiong will do whatever you ask.”
“Shen Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge groaned. His teeth scraped the fake’s chest sending a shuddering sigh through his lips. “I want to fuck you. Let me fuck you.”
“Shidi,” the fake sighed, pulling Liu Qingge up to press the words against his mouth. “I’m ready. I’ve been dying to get your cock inside me.”
Shen Qingqiu flushed. Hearing the words in his own voice made him grit his teeth, ears going hot. Liu Qingge’s hands fell to the fake’s hips, lifting so his hard cock could drag across the fake’s ass.
“Shidi!” Shen Qingqiu cried out but Liu Qingge didn’t seem to hear him. “Liu-Shidi! Wait! That’s not–”
The fake’s hand grasped the hard length of Liu Qingge’s cock, his other hand tilting Liu Qingge’s face so they could stare into each other’s eyes.
“I want you to look at me when you fuck me.”
What kind of line was that! System! Hello? What gives? What was this, some two-bit fanfiction?!
Liu Qingge groaned as the fake slowly sank down onto Liu Qingge. No preparation, nothing. Just a long slow slide that left them both gasping against each other’s mouths. Shen Qingqiu shifted. He felt too constricted, everything too tight. This was unscientific! Even he knew you couldn’t just shove something up there with no preparation! That had always been the most unrealistic thing in his meimei’s books. Really, couldn’t they take accurate portrayals more seriously?
Liu Qingge thrust the rest of the way into the fake’s body, fingers tightening against the fake’s hips. He was flushed, sweat glistening on his bare chest, the long trail of his hair cascaded over one shoulder. Shen Qingqiu stared as Liu Qingge shivered. He was really into it, wasn’t he? He’d never seen Liu Qingge like this, his eyes half-lidded, lips parted as he breathed into the space between his and the fake’s lips.
“Shidi! Liu Qingge!” Shen Qingqiu cried out. But it was like Liu Qingge couldn’t hear him at all, he was too laser-focused on the fake in his lap. The fake’s fingers curled along Liu Qingge’s jaw as he rose up almost to the tip of Liu Qingge’s cock, then rocked back down in a hard slide. Their skin slapped together. What little control Liu Qingge had, snapped. He growled then used his grip on the fake’s hips to take over. Thrusting up hard and fast.
Shen Qingqiu’s heart was going to beat straight out of his throat. Warmth stirred low in his gut and he twisted in the ropes around him. What would it be like if it really was him in Liu Qingge’s lap? If he really was the one with his head tipped back, keening into the warm air of the room, Liu Qingge thrusting the hard length of his cock into Shen Qingqiu’s waiting body.
He shook himself. Of course, why wouldn’t he think of such a thing? The fake had copied his likeness after all. Who wouldn’t picture such a thing when they were forced to watch it happen right in front of their eyes? Besides, if this was supposed to be some NTR thing, then wouldn’t it have been better if Liu Qingge was married. Shouldn’t Shen Qingqiu be his wife?
Shen Qingqiu bent, trying to loosen the ropes, he could just get his fingers around the tail end of one side. The fake glanced over, his smile growing. The longer than usual points of his eye teeth glinted in the light. His legs wrapped tight around Liu Qingge as he pressed their bodies together, long silky hair trailing across the floor, shining in the lantern light.
“Shidi,” he moaned. “Oh, Shidi feels so good like this. I’ve wanted your cock inside me for so long.”
Shen Qingqiu flushed. He didn’t sound like that!
Liu Qingge groaned, breath coming short as he continued to thrust hard into the fake’s body, bouncing Shen Qingqiu’s likeness on his cock. Each thrust sent a little punched out noise from the fake’s lips, his cheeks flushed and eyes glassy.
“Oh, Shidi, Shidi,” he gasped. “Please– Fuck me harder!”
“Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge hissed, diving back in to kiss the fake again. Liu Qingge drank down every sound straight from the fake’s mouth.
Shen Qingqiu gaped. He– He– He definitely didn’t sound like that, right? He guessed the fake did copy his voice exactly, but still! Since when did he sound like some wanton maiden, taking cock like it was a full time job?
And what would Liu Qingge think when this was all done? It was really unfair wasn’t it? Liu Qingge, his forthright and honorable martial brother, getting tricked in such a way. Poisoned into revealing his feelings and then taken advantage of.
A shock went through Shen Qingqiu.
Oh no! What if this was Liu Qingge’s first time?! Liu Qingge had certainly never mentioned any lovers. What if his first time had been stolen in some elaborate plot. He’d be humiliated for sure. How could Shen Qingqiu let such a thing happen?
He struggled and felt something give. His whole body lit up in triumph. The fake was still wiggling and gasping in Liu Qingge’s lap, eyes closed and their mouths sealed together. Good.
With slow and steady movements, Shen Qingqiu got his knees under him. The ropes loosened, then fell. The fake twitched, breaking from the kiss. His eyes widened as he saw Shen Qingqiu, but it was too late. Shen Qingqiu lunged for him, knocking him to the ground in a tangle of limbs. They rolled as Shen Qingqiu tried to get the upper hand. The fake slapped him, nails glancing off his cheek and Shen Qingqiu winced, grip loosening. The fake jerked away, scrambling back.
He shot a glare at Shen Qingqiu but Shen Qingqiu barely noticed. On top of the fake’s head were a pair of soft furry fox ears.
Shen Qingqiu gaped. “You’re a fox?!”
“This is so unfair!” The fox cried. “He has so much energy. I wouldn’t have drained him dry. If you wanted a turn so bad, you could’ve let me go first.”
Shen Qingqiu flushed. “I don’t–”
“Oh please,” the fox rolled his eyes. “I can smell your arousal from here.”
Shen Qingqiu was saved from having to respond to that by Liu Qingge’s sudden jump to his feet. His gaze whipped between Shen Qingqiu and the fox. The fox blanched.
“Hey!” Liu Qingge’s hand whipped out and Cheng Luan sang through the air. The fox darted forward, grabbing one of the robes then fleeing towards the window.
He shot a sweet smile at Shen Qingqiu and called out “Have fun! His dick really is something!” before he leapt out, fleeing into the night.
Shen Qingqiu sank back onto the floor, hands falling behind him to support himself. “Shidi, are you alright?”
Liu Qingge stood in the middle of the room, still naked from head to toe, staring at Shen Qingqiu. He set Cheng Luan aside and Shen Qingqiu’s gaze trailed after him. Liu Qingge’s cock was flushed red, so hard it curved back towards his stomach. It seemed painful, didn’t it? Besides, Liu Qingge had been dosed with Nectar of Veiled Spring. If it didn’t run out of his system it could kill him. He shifted, feeling the tightness in his own pants. A perfectly ordinary reaction considering he’d essentially just watched live action porn of himself.
When Liu Qingge turned back to Shen Qingqiu, his eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed. His poor Shidi. What an evening to have. He’d had his little crush manipulated by a fox, he’d been defiled, maybe even had his first time stolen! And poisoned on top of it. He looked a little cute standing there with his cheeks all red, shuffling like he wasn’t sure what to do now. Shen Qingqiu’s gut curled, heart thrumming. He couldn’t really leave his Shidi like this could he? Anyone would do the same.
Shen Qingqiu got to his feet. “Shidi, you’ve been poisoned so let this shixiong help you.” In typical hack author style, Airplane hadn’t exactly explained how the poison was cured outside of the gratuitously long sex scene with the protagonist. But it shouldn’t be too hard, right? If Liu Qingge well, climaxed, that should be enough. Besides his shidi was so hard it looked like it hurt. Shen Qingqiu could give him a quick handjob. Poison cleared! It was just part of being a good martial brother. And since it was Shen Qingqiu helping him out, Liu Qingge wouldn’t have to be sad that his first time was taken by a fox. A win-win for sure!
Liu Qingge looked him over with a hazy gaze. Shen Qingqiu sighed. This really was too much.
“Well, come along then Liu-shidi, let me just–”
He yelped as Liu Qingge crossed the space between them in two long strides and scooped Shen Qingqiu into his arms. Shen Qingqiu found himself pressed to that bare and plush chest, his fingers curling over heated skin.
“Shidi?! Wait, what are–” His world spun as he was flipped around and pressed onto the low table, face smushed against the wood. He opened his mouth but his words cut off on another yelp as Liu Qingge threw his robes over his ass and ripped his pants off. Shen Qingqiu shivered at the sudden rush of cold air against his skin, toes curling in his socks.
“Liu-shidi?!” He gasped, trying to twist around. He caught a glimpse of Liu Qingge’s darkened hazy gaze before he was slammed back down against the table. Liu Qingge kept a hand between his shoulder blades as he nudged Shen Qingqiu’s legs apart and knelt between them. Shen Qingqiu wiggled, unable to budge from Liu Qingge’s hold even a little.
He thought of how desperate Liu Qingge had been with the fox and sighed. Of course, the poison must have taken away all his inhibitions on top of making Shen Qingqiu impossible to resist. He just hadn’t quite expected this outcome! His cock was pressed against the hard wood of the table, rubbing back and forth as Liu Qingge stroked a hand along the curve of his ass. Shen Qingqiu had already felt too hot in his robes, and even with half his body now exposed he was still sweating as if there was a furnace burning inside his belly.
He heard the sound of a jar being opened then dropped to the ground. At the first touch of Liu Qingge’s slick fingers, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips. No one had ever touched him like that in his entire life! He hadn’t known just Liu Qingge’s fingers stroking along his entrance would feel like this. Like each touch was sending electric bolts straight through his veins.
Liu Qingge, even under the influence of a poison was still Liu Qingge. He had never been patient and so he barely waited a moment before pushing one of his long calloused fingers inside Shen Qingqiu’s body. Liquid heat burned through Shen Qingqiu, pulsing up his veins. His heart hammered and he swallowed hard, shivery to the tips of his fingers. As Liu Qingge began slowly thrusting his finger in and out, Shen Qingqiu wondered if he actually had been dosed with the Nectar of Veiled Spring. He’d only inhaled a whiff of it but what else could explain how his body was reacting?
Liu Qingge wasted no time thrusting in with a second finger. Shen Qingqiu’s toes curled and he panted against the table. His fingers scrambled along the wood, knocking their teapot off to roll across the floor. Liu Qingge crooked his fingers and Shen Qingqiu’s eyes rolled back. Pleasure shocked through him and he moaned loud and long. Liu Qingge paused, then pushed his fingers hard into the same spot again and again until Shen Qingqiu was gasping and arching back into Liu Qingge’s hand.
Liu Qingge made a low pleased noise then pushed a third finger in along the other two. Heat pooled in Shen Qingqiu’s belly, winding tight up through his chest. He could feel himself dragging precome against the table as Liu Qingge started to pump his fingers in and out. Pleasure rushed up his spine to flood his veins in electric pulses. His body wound tight as Liu Qingge nailed the exact spot that made his toes curl with brutal efficiency.
”Sh-Shidi! Slow down,” He panted. “Stop, I can’t hold back. I’m gonna’– ”
Liu Qingge’s voice was rough when he spoke.
“Then don’t.”
He pressed hard between Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder blades, thrusting his fingers in faster. Shen Qingqiu whimpered, biting his lip. Wasn’t this too much? How had Liu Qingge gotten so good at this? It didn’t seem right even if Liu Qingge was a once in a generation talent!
Liu Qingge dragged his fingers in a deep grind against Shen Qingqiu’s insides and Shen Qingqiu was gone. He tipped over the edge so fast his vision went dark at the edges. His voice cracked, spilling out of him in a long keening cry, as he came across the table. Liu Qingge withdrew his fingers and Shen Qingqiu whimpered, body squeezing around nothing. He collapsed, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath. He was supposed to be helping cure Liu Qingge’s poison and here he was, collapsed on a table, in a pool of his own come. How had this even happened?
Liu Qingge’s warm weight behind him disappeared for a moment but Shen Qinqiu didn’t have a chance to move before he was back. His fingers wrapped around Shen Qingqiu’s waist, hiking his hips up and pressing his knees wider. Shen Qingqiu glanced around, eyes going wide at the now slicked length of Liu Qingge’s cock. He swallowed, his ears going hot.
“Shidi?”
“Stay still. I’m going to fuck you.”
Shen Qingqiu shivered from head to toe, mouth dropping open. Pleasure shot through him as Liu Qingge kneaded the flesh of his ass, parting his cheeks and rubbing his cock against Shen Qingqiu’s entrance. Shen Qingqiu swallowed hard, thinking of the way the fox had sunk straight onto Liu Qingge’s cock. It had looked so easy. And watching his own face shift in pleasure–
Shen Qingqiu swallowed, heart racing.
Pleasure sliced up his spine as Liu Qingge pushed in. He was already so sensitive from just Liu Qingge’s fingers, but now he felt like he was going to be split open. His body trembled as he panted against the table, fingers scrambling to hold onto something as spit leaked from his parted lips. Liu Qingge felt so large as he forced Shen Qingqiu open.
Shen Qingqiu felt like he was on fire, his brain boiling hot as Liu Qingge ground into him in a slow roll of his hips. His mind was a hazy fog, pleasure pulsing through him as his cock gave a valiant twitch. But what had he expected? Was Liu Qingge not second only to Luo Binghe, the protagonist himself, in terms of power and talent? Who wouldn’t feel like this? Who wouldn’t be taken apart so easily?
“Liu-shidi,” he panted. “Just, just give me a moment to–”
Liu Qingge hadn’t seemed to hear him. He pulled out and then thrust back in with a snap of his hips, rocking Shen Qingqiu up the table. Shen Qingqiu cried out, electricity punching through his veins. Liu Qingge didn’t wait for him to adjust. His fingers dug bruises into Shen Qingqiu’s hips as he set a brutal pace. His thrusts were hard and fast as he draggedShen Qingqiu back to meet him. The air filled with the wet sound of their bodies slapping together, of Liu Qingge’s pants and low moans. Shen Qingqiu’s breath punched out of him, his eyes squeezed shut as he pressed his cheek against the table and just tried to hang on.
”Shidi,” he panted. “Slow– Slow down. Ah– Please, I can’t–”
His voice cut off as Liu Qingge pushed himself further onto the table, forcing Shen Qingqiu to arch against him. Pleasure flooded through him, whiting out his thoughts. The feeling was so intense it was nearly painful. A high keen ripped from his throat and his eyes stung. His fingers curled along the table's edge, knuckles going white as he gripped hard. It was too much, too good. He could barely breathe around the rippling boiling pleasure streaking through his entire body. He let out a sob and then felt warmth cascade down his cheeks as he started to cry.
His cock hardened as he was pushed into sharp oversensitivity. He trembled, gasping and squirming with each thrust as more tears streaked down his too-hot face. Liu Qingge paused, then pulled out. Shen Qingqiu made a wounded noise as he clenched around nothing, shaking with the need to be full again.
“Liu–” he whimpered. “Liu Qingge.”
“Hold on.” Liu Qingge’s voice was surprisingly soft. He lifted Shen Qingqiu into his arms then set him down on his back against the floor. Shen Qingqiu blinked up at him through hazy vision. Liu Qingge was flushed, pupils wide and black as ink. He looked hungry. He bent and stripped the sash from Shen Qingqiu’s waist, yanking him out of his robes then wrapping his hands along Shen Qingqiu’s thighs.
His eyes cut down along Shen Qingqiu’s body, landing on his hard cock before flicking back up to his face. He shivered, then threw Shen Qingqiu’s legs over his shoulders, and pressed his cock back in. Shen Qingqiu’s head cracked back against the wood floor as he cried out. The pleasure arched and spiked through him and still it was not enough. His eyes burned as fresh tears streaked into his hair. His hands scratched along Liu Qingge’s chest as Liu Qingge bottomed out again.
Liu Qingge pushed forward, bracing his hands on either side of Shen Qingqiu’s head, forcing Shen Qingqiu to fold in half. Liu Qingge’s cock dragged along Shen Qingqiu’s sensitive walls and he felt pre-come dribble over his belly. Liu Qingge’s gaze slid over his face, over the tracks of fresh tears. He pulled out in a slow drag and Shen Qingqiu whined, body pressing up, desperate to be filled again.
“Gods, Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge gasped, leaning down to run his tongue along the tear tracks on Shen Qingqiu’s heated cheeks. Shen Qingqiu sobbed out a breath, fingers scrambling along Liu Qingge’s sweat-slicked chest. He was burning hot, body trembling with each of Liu Qingge’s fast thrusts. Liu Qingge slammed hard into Shen Qingqiu, angling each time towards the spot that made him cry out, toes curling. He was winding tighter and tighter with each hard drag of Liu Qingge’s cock. Liu Qingge’s thrusts were becoming erratic as he dropped his head to suck a bruise high onto Shen Qingqiu’s jaw.
Shen Qingqiu whined, fingers tangling in Liu Qingge’s hair. His pleasure was sparking like a live-wire, all thoughts fracturing as his body thrummed with electricity. Liu Qingge rocked in, hard and fast, hips slapping against Shen Qingqiu’s ass. Shen Qingqiu gasped, more tears streaking into his hair. His pleasure crested. His vision blanked out as he tipped over the edge again and came all over his stomach without Liu Qingge touching his cock once.
“Fuck, Qingqiu.” Liu Qingge groaned as Shen Qingqiu’s body tightened around him, pleasure pulsing white hot up his spine. Then Liu Qingge pressed his head to Shen Qingqiu’s chest with a long gasping moan as he spilled hot and deep inside Shen Qingqiu’s body, coating his insides.
They collapsed together against the floor, Liu Qingge slipping out of the warm clutch of Shen Qingqiu’s body. Shen Qingqiu whimpered at the sudden feeling of emptiness, quickly replaced by Liu Qingge tugging him into his arms. Liu Qingge buried his face in Shen Qingqiu’s hair as together they tried to catch their breaths. Shen Qingqiu felt like his limbs were made of lead. He threw an arm around Liu Qingge’s waist, basking in the warm emptiness of his head and sated body.
A quiet curl of satisfaction suffused his chest. That should be enough to clear out the poison. Ha! Liu Qingge should be safe now. What a good shixiong Shen Qingqiu was. Taking care of his martial brother properly. And what would Liu Qingge have to be embarrassed about now? Even if he’d been taken advantage of by that fox, he’d still gotten to experience the real goods, hadn’t he? Overall, a job well done.
Ah, but he should check to make sure. Couldn’t let Liu Qingge suffer needlessly. He pressed a hand flat against Liu Qingge’s back, sighing as he felt their qi coil together. He sent his in a slow slide through Liu Qingge’s meridians. He seemed alright, but… His brow furrowed. He didn’t do this very often, and it’s not like the original goods had been practiced in the art, leaving nothing for Shen Qingqiu to really fall back on. But still, something felt off.
Liu Qingge shifted, curling his arms around Shen Qingqiu’s waist and dragging him up. Shen Qingqiu squeaked as he was set astride Liu Qingge’s waist, heart racing. Liu Qingge’s cock pressed hard and hot against his backside. Staring into Liu Qingge’s dark hungry gaze, Shen Qingqiu thought that perhaps it might take a little more to cure the poison after all. Liu Qingge watched him, eyes full of intent and Shen Qingqiu shivered as a steady warmth settled through him. His own cock twitched.