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He hated this mission, it was official. He wanted it in writing and submitted before the peak lords and preferably smacked across Shang Qinghua’s head. Shitty author with his shitty wifeplots and papapa plants.
His shizun sent him on a mission to a town on the border of the demon realm with two of his shidi as an opportunity to train the cute little shidi’s of his. The whole way there they excitedly asked Shen Yuan about all he knew of the demonic realm innocently grabbing at his sleeves like little siblings would to gain their geges attention.
All was going well until he realized that the ‘mission’ they were sent on was in actuality, a wife plot.
He didn’t realize this right away of course, only knowing that the request came from a town famous for making very popular dyes in the human realms, he thinks Shang Qinghua might’ve even had a contract with their traders to supply Qang Qiong with most of their dyes. The report talked about how the gatherers were found out in a field with fevers so intense they couldn’t move. Despite their best efforts the gatherers died shortly after becoming sick, the town's healer unable to do much against what was surely some kind of demonic illness.
When the couple who found the gatherers brought their small group to the field he immediately saw the purple flowers that they must have gone after and cautiously approached with his shidi’s right behind him.
Though perhaps he should have been slightly more cautious, but in his defence he didn’t expect the flower to literally jump out of the ground and bite him then run away towards the treeline.
The memories between hearing his shidis calling out to him in concern while he collapsed into an inelegant pile and making it back to Qing Jing peak are blurry at best, and a fever dream at worst, only having memories of cramps starting at his hips and working its way down his legs and an all consuming heat before opening his eyes to find himself in his room.
The heat was still there, as was the faintest feeling of cramps overtaking his stomach. Rolling onto his side he slowly pulls himself from his too hot bed and crawls his way up to standing on shaky legs. “Shizun?” He calls out moving forward while using the wall for support. He remembers when his Shizun invited him to live in the side room of his house all those years ago. He was still trying to figure out how the plot got so derailed when Luo Binghe, his shizun apparently, promoted him to head disciple, moving him into the side room that same day.
He wobbles out of the room and searches for his shizun, finding him at the entrance of the bamboo house. “Shizun!”
Luo Binghe’s gaze snaps up and locks on him. “Shen Yuan! You’re finally awake.” He hurriedly shuts the door behind him and walks over to his disciple. Without thinking Shen Yuan grasps onto the robes at Luo Binghe’s upper arms, his vision going hazy. “Shizun… what-” He gets cut off when a wave of that cruel heat makes his mouth go dry and his mind go fuzzy. “W-what’s wrong with me?” He rasps.
Luo Binghe’s arms move to steady Shen Yuan firmly holding him by his sides in a way that makes him lose any progress he had in clearing that film over his train of thought. “You were infected by some kind of demonic plant on your mission this morning.” His shizun's voice rings out clear as a bell through his fuzzy mind. Somehow he nods along. “I see…”
“Come, you should be resting Yuan-er.” His shizun patiently leads him towards his study while his mind wanders, his legs ache and shake with each step as he pants through the heat. “Shizun, am I sick?” He murmurs leaning closer to the cold touch of Luo Binghe’s hands.
A moment later he’s being maneuvered down to a plush chair he recognizes as the one his shizun set by his desk so Shen Yuan could work at Luo Binghe’s desk with him. “In a sense.” A too warm cup of tea is placed in his hands. “It seems that you are at the height of whatever this is, the tea should help.”
Shen Yuan whines as his shizun brings the cup to his lips and makes him drink the tea. The liquid feels like molten metal sliding down his throat that leaves a bitter medicinal taste afterwards. Once everything in the cup is gone his shizun sets the cup on his desk and sits at his own chair, waiting for the tea to take effect. Shen Yuan couldn’t help but admire him in proud immortal demon way it was stated that Luo Binghe looked like a man in his young twenties but in this weird world Shen Yuan found himself in he looked older, and perhaps he was, maybe this strange world took place much later in Luo Binghe’s life.
The older look certainly suited him. Whisps of stray grey hairs peek out at his temples (from stress perhaps?) and faint lines frame his sharp eyes making him appear more like a man in his late forties. With the tea helping the cramping in his hips die down he sighs with relief wiping sweat from his brow, however his mind remains muddled no matter how hard he tries to grasp at any stray thoughts that go through his head. “Is Yuan-er feeling better?” Luo Binghe leans forward pressing the back of a cool hand against his forehead. Shen Yuan shudders and grabs at the hand, rubbing his face against the cold skin. “Feels nice…”
Vaguely he hears a sharp intake of breath before the hand is gently pried from his weak grip causing a whine to escape his throat.
He leans forward, seeking out the cool touch again until he falls forward into his shizun's arms. “Come back.” He whimpers and nuzzles himself closer to the firm stomach, his arms sluggishly moving up to wrap around his shizun's waist.
Hesitant arms slowly find their way around him holding him tightly. “Yuan-er? What are you feeling right now?” Luo Binghe’s voice is quiet and strained in a not quite whisper.
“I’m hot all over… burns.” He pants against his shizun's stomach, his arms tightening their hold as another cramp rips through him. He squeezes his thighs together until the pain passes before a single thought emerges through the fog of his mind. Something is missing. “What…” He moves a sluggish hand to grab at the space between his legs.
Luo Binghe gasps when he sees what he is doing. “Shen Yuan! What are you-”
“It’s gone!”
“I- What?”
“My dick!”
Dead silence.
But only for a moment. “What do you mean?” His shizun’s voice sounds strained. Those gray hairs are definitely from stress Shen Yuan realizes, he wonders how many he has added.
When Shen Yuan doesn’t respond Luo Binghe shakes his shoulder. “Yuan-er?”
Shen Yuan blushes and realizes he never moved his hand and promptly does so. “I… It’s gone, do you think the flower… stole it?”
Silence again.
A deep sigh. “This teacher does not know of a flower that can do that.” Shen Yuan whines and hides his face back into his shizun’s stomach. “But it is gone…” His mind goes fuzzy again as another wave of intense heat flows through his whole body.
They stay like that in silence, Luo Binghe’s cool hand running through Shen Yuan’s hair comfortingly. “This one will check, perhaps the flower left something behind for us to work with.” Gentle and oh so cold hands gently move him back. “Work with?” Shen Yuan asks, voice coming out weaker than he intended it to.
“Yes, something to track down the cure with.” His shizun explains, taking his hands and pressing them against a cold wooden surface. Luo Binghe’s desk, he realizes. Instinctively he presses his too hot face against it and moves to a sitting position with his knees underneath him. His shizun makes a noise he can’t quite figure out before the hands return to his waist pulling his hips up until he’s kneeling.
Suddenly his sleeping robes are hiked over his hips and it occurs to him what Luo Binghe was intending to look at for clues. White hot embarrassment rushes through him a dark blush spreading down to his chest as his pants are pulled down around his thighs. He yelps and moves a hand behind himself to hide whatever the flower left behind. “Shizun!” The cold hand wraps around his hand and gently moves it back to the desk.
“Don’t worry Yuan-er Shizun needs to check to find a cure.” His voice is comforting as another wave of heat makes Shen Yuan whimper. He presses his face into his arms to hide his embarrassment then the next thing he knows is cold hands are maneuvering his legs to take the pants off completely, the relief as the hot fabric is removed is enough to make him momentarily forget about his embarrassment and let out a sigh of relief.
Gentle hands spread his thighs more to give his shizun a better view of whatever remains. He hears a curious hum when two fingers reach between his legs and spread… something. Whatever his shizun is doing is leaving him feeling suddenly very exposed down there but the fog slowly starts to seep back into his mind as he settles his weight further into his arms.
One of those fingers slides further up and presses against something closer to Shen Yuan's front that makes him yelp loudly, his hips twitching into the touch. The heat moves down towards the space between his legs leaving his mind slightly more clear.
“Are you alright Yuan-er?” Luo Binghe’s concerned voice asks from over his shoulder. All Shen Yuan can do is nod, his mouth suddenly feeling dry again. After a second the finger returns to that bump he pressed before, the heat immediately races to that spot quick enough to make him shiver. Shen Yuan bites his lip to keep from making any noises, his shizun needed to focus on finding a cure, he couldn’t risk distracting him.
The finger seemed to absentmindedly rub at that spot before the second one joined it. Pleasure shot up his spine as his hips twitched into the touch again. The fingers retreat from their gentle touches causing some unnamed part of Shen Yuan's mind to cry out at the loss.
Through his fogged mind he hears something rustling around behind him. Maybe Luo Binghe is adjusting his sitting position to get a better look? What a thorough shizun he has been blessed with.
Soon a hand returns and spreads that thing again. He can feel something wet drip from wherever his shizun is looking at and embarrassingly whatever it is must be getting all over his shizun's hand. He whimpers in embarrassment at the thought moving closer to the desk but the hand just follows his movement. He wants to cry, surely his shizun must be disgusted by whatever that flower left behind.
He finally notices a quiet rhythmic noise coming from behind him and pauses his thoughts of mortification to listen.
It’s almost like rustling clothes and muffled… pats? Maybe quiet smacking noises?
He moves his head out of his arms and slowly turns his head to peek over his shoulder. What he sees is almost enough to send his soul to its third life.
Behind him his shizun is kneeling, one hand between Shen Yuan’s legs keeping whatever was down there spread open while his other hand moves rhythmically on what must surely be Luo Binghe’s third leg. His first thought is that there’s no way that can be the heavenly pillar, that beast between his legs is surely not scientifically possible.
But the longer he looks the more he realizes what’s happening. “S-Shizun?!” Eyes that were once dark voids snap up to Shen Yuan’s face showing off a bright red color, his own eyes move to his forehead where his matching zuiyin rested but what really caught his attention were the dark black horns that sprouted from his hairline curling back over Luo Binghe’s curls and ending behind the shell of his pointed ears. Those weren’t in the novel, he would’ve remembered those! His ears were definitely pointier here too.
Luo Binghe smiled the reassuring smile he always wore at Shen Yuan showing off sharp fangs. Shen Yuan goes to fully turn himself around when a clawed hand grips at his hip keeping him firmly in place. “Don’t worry Yuan-er, this one has uncovered the cure to that flowers trickery.” Shen Yuan was busy staring at the hand on his hip, dark black claws extended from his hands but upon further looking through Shen Yuan's hazy eyes he could see that black pattern covered half of his fingers. It reminded him of those witch movies he would watch back in his first life. “Oh um… you did?” His eyes snap back up to meet his shizun’s intense gaze.
His hand rubbing soothing circles on his hip underneath his bunched up sleeping robe. “Mhmm..” His shizun doesn’t say much after that, seeming keen to study his disciples face. “You don’t seem surprised by my appearance.” He notes.
Shen Yuan blinks in confusion. “I knew.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes widened a fraction. “You… knew.”
Shen Yuan nods before looking back up at the newest addition. “I didn’t know you had horns though.” Luo Binghe is silent for a moment before laughing, a tension he didn’t notice in his shizun before released from his shoulders as Luo Binghe affectionately pats his hip. “Of course, my Yuan-er is so smart after all.” Shen Yuan tries, and fails, to suppress a shiver at the words.
“This teacher should cure Yuan-er now, what do you think?” Shen Yuan nods, eager to be rid of this endless heat. “Please.”
Luo Binghe grins and moves his free hand between his students legs again. Shen Yuan was momentarily worried about the claws before feeling rounded finger tips gently spreading him open again. A stray thought wondering if he could retract his claws like some kind of cat gets violently ripped away when one of those fingers easily slips inside of him.
Shen Yuan whimpers as the finger starts to thrust inside him. Suddenly he realizes what the flower must have really done. He really shouldn’t even be surprised by the fact there would be a flower to give him a flower.
Another finger pushes inside right next to the first one, gently stretching him open. Shen Yuan couldn’t help the way his hips started moving back into the touches, something in his lower stomach starting to tighten as he pressed his face back into the cool surface of his shizun’s desk.
“Shizun…” He whimpers and the fingers inside of him react, seeming to search for something inside of him. “Yes Yuan-er?” Luo Binghe grins and moves closer, now kneeling over him.
“I-I feel funny.” Shen Yuan whines and suddenly those fingers seem to find what they were looking for hitting a spot deep inside of him. A loud moan spills from his lips and he sees stars.
“Oh? Here? Is this where Yuan-er likes it best?” Luo Binghe purrs from where he kneels over him, moving his fingers to repeatedly hit that spot. But Shen Yuan can’t reply, his brain is full of fog and pleasure, his hips moving back against his shizun’s insistent fingers. He can feel that slick wetness dripping down his shizun’s hand and his thighs, moans slipping from his lips any time he tries to answer his shizun.
His shizun hums happily and leans down to press a tender kiss to his temple then moving to whisper in his ear. “So good, Yuan-er is a natural. Maybe shizun should make this your main job as my head disciple. What do you think, hmm?” The fingers quicken their pace inside him and Shen Yuan feels that tightness gathering in his belly snap as a wetness spills on his shizuns hands making an obscene noise on the hardwood below him that quickly gets drowned out by the cry that rips out of his throat.
But the fingers don’t stop, thoroughly fucking him through his orgasm and quickly pushing him into overstimulation. “Ah! Ah! Shizun, wait!”
Suddenly the hand on his hip grabs his jaw and turns his head to face his shizun. Soft lips press roughly into his own, a skilled tongue slipping past his own lips and thoroughly exploring his mouth. Shen Yuan moans into the kiss but any noise is quickly devoured by Luo Binghe.
The tightness in his stomach is already building back up blindingly quick, leaving Shen Yuan helpless to do anything but try to kiss back. When he notices the hand on his jaw is gone he turns on his knees to better face Luo Binghe, bringing shaky hands up to grip and the older man's shoulders. Luo Binghe kisses like he’s been starved of it his whole life, seemingly trying to eat every ounce of Shen Yuan’s pleasure.
A new wave of pleasure rips though Shen Yuan when another hand finds that spot at the top of his new flower rubbing frantically at the bud there pushing him completely over the edge with a new gush of slick spilling out of him. The moans he lets out then are also quickly eaten by Luo Binghe.
When the fingers slip out of him he almost cries at the loss clinging tighter to the man in front of him.
“Ah don’t worry, we’re just moving somewhere more comfortable.” Luo Binghe coos, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Without warning he is scooped up from the ground and carried out of the study, the next thing he knows he is being dropped on the plush surface of his shizun’s mattress. He uses his arms to lean up and is gifted with the sight of his shizun stripping off the rest of his robes until he is entirely bare. He eagerly joins and strips off his sleep robe that has somehow managed to stay on him throughout this whole ordeal.
When he looks back up Luo Binghe is much closer than before kneeling in front of him on the edge of the bed. Now that he gets a better look at the heavenly pillar he gets anxious, no way can that thing fit inside of him… and are those ridges? The protagonist definitely didn’t have that before!
Luo Binghe grabs his thighs by the space under his knees and spreads his thighs apart, ignoring the squeak Shen Yuan lets out he hums approvingly at the sight before looking back up at him. “Alright Yuan-er, hold yourself open for Shizun.”
Flushing a deep red Shen Yuan nods and replaces his shizun's hands with his own, keeping his thighs spread wide. Luo Binghe grins at the lewd sight his disciple makes and presses a kiss to the side of his knee. “Good boy A-Yuan.” Moving in closer the man positions the head of his cock at the younger man's entrance, teasingly running it up and down the slit. When Shen Yuan whines and bucks his hips he chuckles before slowly pushing in the head.
Shen Yuan already feels like he’s being split in half and his shizun isn’t even halfway in yet! The stretch seems impossible but with each ridge it feels better and better before his hazy mind is full of nothing but pleasure. He grips his thighs tightly through the stretch letting out little whimpers as each ridge pushes its way in.
After what feels like forever their hips are finally pushed flush together and clawed hands descend down onto his waist and pull them closer together as if Luo Binghe was trying to bury himself deeper into his disciples wet entrance. Thankfully Shen Yuan doesn’t seem to be the only one who was affected so much, Luo Binghe pants harshly over him gripping his hips tight enough to bruise while he waits for Shen Yuan to adjust to his length.
Eventually Shen Yuan tries moving his hips a little and finds no resistance at all before clenching down on the cock inside of him causing Lup Binghe to let out a wounded noise. “Shizun move.” He whines and moves his hips back again to get his Shizun to react.
And finally Luo Binghe seemed to snap awake. Like a man possessed he starts thrusting inside using his grip on Shen Yuan’s hips to thrust quicker into him. Shen Yuan cries out at the sudden quick pace, nearly losing the grip on one of his legs in surprise. The pleasure washes over his body, each bump from the ridges on Luo Binghe’s cock seem to hit all the right places inside of him, like he was made just for this.
With each thrust Shen Yuan lets out an involuntary moan, loud and embarrassingly wanton. But Luo Binghe seems to be enjoying every little noise he lets out, watching the younger man's every expression and reaction as he pounds into him with abandon. “Yuan-er feels so good, this shizun should keep you here from now on.” He pants and leans down to kiss along his jaw and neck leaving a trail of marks in his wake. “Keeping my bed warm, only here for me to fuck when I want.” Shen Yuan lets out a keen at the suggestion, his vision blurring as he nods frantically into his shizun’s shoulder.
Luo Binge groans in pleasure and pulls him closer at his enthusiasm, grinning when he feels the other wrap his legs around his hips. Using his free hand he finds his disciples' clit rubbing it in quick circles which seems to push Shen Yuan over the edge, another rush of fluid gushing around Luo Binghe’s cock.
Shen Yuan moans when he feels a rush of his shizuns cum spilling inside him causing the heat from the flower's curse to finally leave him along with his mind finally clearing. He flushes a deep red at his earlier shamelessness burying his face into Luo Binghe’s shoulder as the other man rolls them to their side to finally rest.
“So did the cure work Yuan-er?” Luo Binghe innocently asks, that same gentle smile on his face from earlier. Shen Yuan flushes a deer red and pushes the man down by his face. “Go to bed!”