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Shen Qingqiu knew something was up the instant he heard two shuffling sets of footsteps on the doorstep of the Bamboo House.
“Luo Binghe?” he called, out of habit, then his hand flew swiftly to the hilt of Xiu Ya when not one, but two Binghes shuffled into his bedroom. His eyes darted from Bing-mei to Bing-ge in panic, furiously wondering how the original flavor had managed to get back into this world, and why his version was just standing beside him so casually.
Then he took in the state of their clothes, rumpled and torn, the matching pair of black-eyes they each sported, already healing over. The two of them must’ve met in the bamboo forest again, and promptly beaten the shit out of each other. Just like last time.
He dropped his hand from his sword and instead snapped his fan open in front of his face. “What did you do?” he demanded sternly.
There was a loud thump! as Bing-mei dropped to his knees. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes and his hands were already clasped in front of him in a plea for forgiveness.
This was normal.
What he did not expect, however, was for Bing-ge to also fall to his knees beside him. They sat in a row like two scolded children, awaiting their Shizun to pass judgment.
Hiding his shock by fanning himself more fervently, he demanded, “What is the meaning of this?”
“Shizun.” Bing-mei pressed his palms flat to the ground and bowed his head. “Please forgive this disciple for his transgression. I encountered the other me in the forest, it was as if he was looking for me. We first exchanged words, then-”
“I know you two fought, I can tell by the state of your clothes,” Shen Qingqiu interrupted, fanning himself irritatedly. “Why did you bring him before this master instead of immediately sending him away?”
Bing-mei began to bob his head in rapid bows. “Shizun, please don’t be angry-”
“That brat brought me here because I offered him a proposition.” Bing-ge, who had remained silent this entire exchange, now spoke. His voice was deep and silky smooth, sending a shiver down his spine. Shen Qingqiu had only heard that kind of confidence and cunningness in his words once, when Bing-mei was still firmly on his path to blackening.
Shen Qingqiu folded his fan and tapped it against the bottom of his chin in thought. “And what was this proposition?”
“He said that he could… teach me.” Bing-mei’s eyes darted away from his as if in embarrassment. “He offered to teach me how to give Shizun a good time.”
The meaning behind his words hit him all at once. So Bing-ge was trying to get into his pants again after having failed the first time. Was 300 wives not enough? Did he want his old Shizun too? Shen Qingqiu’s face rapidly turned white and red in quick succession, then softened when his eyes fell on Bing-mei’s pitiful form, knelt dejectedly on his floor. “Binghe, you know I’m happy with the way things are.”
He dipped his head. “This disciple knows. But I wish to give you pleasure without pain.”
Shen Qingqiu let out a long-suffering sigh. Given their entire history together, pleasure only came with pain.
He turned to Bing-ge. “And what do you get out of this?”
Bing-ge’s face twisted into a grin. The fangs that he thought looked cute on Bing-mei now looked predatory. “Like the brat said, this one only wants to give Shizun a good time.”
He pointed the folded fan in his hands at him like he would a sword. “Don’t play coy with me. I know what you are, Bing-ge.” And to more of an extent than you’ll ever know. “What do you want?”
Bing-ge bowed his head. “Shizun is astute as always in his observations. This one would simply like a turn with Shizun.”
A turn!? He wasn’t going to let him fuck him!
At Shen Qingqiu’s twisted expression, Bing-ge added, “Just your mouth will do.”
“I’m not going to suck your dick!”
Bing-ge grinned toothily. “Shizun does not need to suck. Shizun only needs to open his mouth wide and let me fuck him.”
Now that he pointed it out, there was a difference between sucking a dick and getting fucked in the mouth. One of these was certainly less effort on his end.
It was not a bad deal if it meant he didn’t have to lay on his back and teach Bing-mei how to fuck him. Every session with him had led to Shen Qingqiu just resigning himself to letting Binghe have his way with him, his own enjoyment be damned.
“I’m not swallowing,” Shen Qingqiu said.
“This disciple is amendable to that,” came Bing-ge’s quick response.
His cheeks flushed. He turned rapidly to Bing-mei, who was sitting still and silent on the floor, watching every expression on his face with rapt attention.
“Husband,” Shen Qingqiu said, and that form of address was intentional this time. Binge-mei perked up. “Are you okay with this?”
“Husband?” Bing-ge looked between the two of them with growing interest. For a moment, a glint of something devious flickered in his eyes.
Yes, if you can have 300 wives, then my Binghe can have one husband! Shen Qingqiu thought triumphantly at Bing-ge.
Bing-mei dipped his head. “This husband is okay as long as Shizun is.”
“Forget what Shizun thinks. Is Luo Binghe okay with it?” He knew Binghe was a possessive little shit when it came to Shen Qingqiu. Was Bing-ge the only exception to that rule in that he technically was the same person?
“Luo Binghe is okay with it, or else he wouldn’t have taken the other me to see Shizun,” his husband reassured him.
“Alright.” Shen Qingqiu folded his hands neatly over his robes. “This shall be… an interesting study session for both of us, then.” He turned to Bing-ge. “If I agree to your terms, will you assure me that you, too, will abide by our agreement?”
Bing-ge rose and put a hand to his chest in a small bow. “This lord gives you his word.”
In the worst case, he was pretty sure Bing-mei would murder Bing-ge on the spot him if he tried anything Shen Qingqiu didn’t consent to. While Bing-mei wasn’t great at sex, he couldn’t have asked for a better guard dog.
Shen Qingqiu dipped his head serenely. This would probably be his last act as an elegant Peak Lord for a while. “Very well, then we may begin.”
With no further warning, Bing-ge plucked Shen Qingqiu up by the hips and set him down on the edge of the bed. The sudden action was jarring and left him flustered and blushing at how easily Bing-ge had just moved him around like a doll.
He snapped his fingers at Bing-mei. “Take his clothes off.”
Forever the obedient little lamb, Bing-mei seized a fistful of his robe.
Goodbye, outer robe! Shen Qingqiu cried to his poor clothes. It was a real shame, this one had lasted quite long, entirely due to the fact that they hadn’t been having sex recently.
“No!” A hand shot out and caught Bing-mei’s arm before he could rip the robe off. “Do it carefully, slowly,” Bing-ge scolded his counterpart. His nimble fingers found the tie on his robes and tugged it loose.
Shen Qingqiu was about to start singing him praises until he followed it up with:
“Women don’t like it when you ruin their clothes.”
I’m not a woman! Shen Qingqiu shot him a glare, but didn’t deign himself to reply.
Bing-ge undid his outer robe and folded it neatly beside the bed. Then he tugged his pants off, all the while managing to not expose a single bit of Shen Qingqiu in an indecent way. He was finally left sitting on the edge of the bed only in his inner robe, the hem of which was barely long enough to cover his crotch.
Rather than fiddling with the tie, Bing-ge loosened the collar of his inner robe and let the garment fall open around his shoulders. He didn’t make any further moves, and Shen Qingqiu looked around in confusion for the reason why they’d stopped until he caught sight of Bing-mei. His Binghe had completely frozen on the spot, his eyes fixated on the porcelain skin on his dainty, narrow shoulders like he was going to devour him whole.
Yes, Bing-mei had always had a fascination for his Shizun in a half-dressed state. Caught in a trance, he slowly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, then dropped another on his slender collarbone.
When he pulled away, Bing-ge leaned in expectantly.
“Wait.” Shen Qingqiu halted his advance with a thrust of his folded fan to his forehead, tapping him right on the demon mark. “You’re not carrying any diseases, are you?”
It was a reasonable question that no one ever seemed to ask when joining a harem. Bing-ge had 300 wives. Statistically speaking, at least one of them had to have some kind of magical Xianxia STD that Shen Qingqiu really did not want to catch. Given Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’s history with magical illnesses, the only cure would probably be some more papapa in some even more contrived situations.
Bing-ge pushed the fan away with a long finger. “No. This lord has never been sick.”
Right. Yeah. He had The Great Protagonist's body. Who needs protection when your husband was already an effective barrier against any and all STDs just by the virtue of his unkillable body!
“Alright.” Shen Qingqiu welcomed him with a palm cupping his cheek, and let Bing-ge buss a chaste kiss to his lips.
When he pulled away, the state of his undress hit him with full force. He felt awkward now sitting on the bed naked while the two Binghes were still fully clothed, but he wasn’t able to ponder that for long. Hands picked him up by the hips again, turned him around, and set him on his hands and knees with his ass facing them.
“We’ll do it from the back. It’ll be easier to see.”
Thank god! He didn’t want to have to watch Bing-ge teach Bing-mei how to fuck him. And with his back to them, he could at least maintain some shred of his dignity.
But as he sat on his hands and knees waiting for them, his back began to prickle with unease. Air caressed his bare ass. It was cold. He felt exposed, a small lamb under the gaze of two hungry wolves. They could see him, but he couldn't see them. His hole puckered and unpuckered uneasily under their scrutiny.
Bing-ge and Bing-mei started whispered furiously behind him, still out of his sight. There was a brief disagreement, then an argument, then cumulated into a dejected, “Yes, Shige,” from Bing-mei.
“Shidi!” he heard Bing-ge’s gleeful acknowledgement. Had the two of them just sworn themselves as martial brothers in their shared quest to give him a good time?
He twisted his head around, ready to scold them for dawdling about and leaving their poor Shizun in this compromising position on his knees. Then something lightly pricked the pale, unblemished skin of his ass. A singular point of pressure, the sensation light and teasing. He shivered, his soft skin stiffening into gooseflesh.
The fingertip continued to draw lazy circles on his skin. Then another claw joined, and another. Soon it was just the tips of five claws, trailing down the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, then higher, circling the tightly clenched entrance of his hole. As Shen Qingqiu had been anticipating this whole time, a singular nail found the puckered entrance, and plunged its way in. Binghe- for he didn’t know which Binghe was doing this, slid one finger in, then two, then three, swirling them around the rim to loosen it. When they slid out again, the walls of his entrance slipped against itself, slicked with the heavy oil.
The fingers pulled away, then- more heavy whispering from behind him. There were the sounds of clothes being pulled off. Shen Qingqiu waited, nerves tingling on high alert, for those teasing claws to trail over his delicate skin once more.
Something poked the taut skin between his butt. He let out a surprised “ah!” at the sudden sensation. It was a lot thicker than a finger, and much much hotter. His cock, already? Bing-mei really could just get it up on command!
His hole clenched and unclenched in anticipation as Bing-mei slowly dragged the tip of his cock around the rim of his entrance. Wherever it touched, a thick liquid dripped from the slick tip. Was he cumming already? What happened to that protagonist’s stamina? Had Bing-ge succeeded where Shen Qingqiu had failed and successfully managed to jerk him off?
The answer came when the tip of Bing-mei’s cock slipped against his skin. It was oil! He had slathered all the sensitive skin around his hole in oil with just the tip of his cock. Something about him using his dick to do it made it so much hotter than when he did it with just his fingers. The hard head, already flared like a mushroom, make one last swipe around his rim, now trembling with anticipation, before it slipped away again.
This couldn’t keep happening! They would rile him up, only to pull back to whisper furiously amongst themselves again?
Shen Qingqiu twisted sharply, his patience snapping like a cord.
“What are you two- Ohhhhhhh.”
He broke off into a moan as something softly and sweetly slid its way inside. It was hot and thick and put just the right amount of pressure on his walls. Not enough to feel like it was ripping him into shreds, but tight enough that he had to fight a bit as it went in. He clenched and unclenched his insides, greedily sucking him in. He could feel his cock twitching, itching to rise. It wasn’t enough.
“Hurry up!” he snapped.
“No,” came Bing-ge’s voice, and it almost broke him. “Do it slow, make him beg.”
“But-” Bing-mei sounded utterly like a kicked puppy. This was the first time his Shizun truly seemed to be experiencing pleasure, and Bing-ge wouldn’t let him give him his all?
“You can’t always give Shizun what he wants. You have to hold back, make him beg, and when you finally give it to him, he’ll take it like a starving man.”
“Yes, Shige,” Bing-mei acquiesced, dejected, and continued his slow, unyielding advance. “Does this feel good, Shizun?” he asked as he slid further into him, “Does it?”
“Yes, yes!” Shen Qingqiu gasped breathily, his voice stolen from him by the roiling waves of pleasure. His hole stretched into a taunt, red-lipped ring. He arched his back, lining himself up to take Bing-mei whole. His spine let out an audible crack! as the soft cartilage in his tail bone was unsympathetically shoved aside. Then Bing-mei’s cock slid home, the heavy weight of his ballsack settling over the top of his own.
It felt so good like this, ass in the air, palms and knees pressed into the mattress, filled up utterly to the brim. His breaths came in heaving gasps as he struggled to breathe over his pleasure. He could feel Bing-mei’s strong heartbeat inside of him, pounding in unison with his own.
He expected Bing-mei to immediately start pounding him from behind like an excited dog now, but he didn’t. Instead he seemed to pause, glancing back at Bing-ge for instruction.
Bing-ge nodded in approval. “Thrust to your heart’s content, but don’t let him cum. We’re going to give Shizun the orgasm of a lifetime.”
Bing-mei nodded. “Yes, Shige!” Then he began to move slowly. In, then out. In, then out. Enough time to let the linings of his intestine to close and tighten after his passage, enough for his organs to settle back into place. Then they were being pushed out of the way again, the flared tip of his cock more like a slow, unyielding plow than a stick he shoved rapidly in and out.
Was this how it was supposed to feel!? His entire body tingled with pleasure. The warmth that pooled in his belly spilled over into his arms and legs, turning them into soft jelly. His heartbeat raced faster and faster until it was dancing in his chest. Lightness swallowed him whole. He let his eyes roll up into the back of his head, mouth parted faintly in pleasure.
Something poked his cheek.
When he didn’t react, it prodded the corner of his mouth, then, even more impatiently, at the lightly reddened corners of his eyes. The touch was hard and feverishly hot.
Shen Qingqiu irritatedly cracked his eyes open to find the tip of Bing-ge’s cock in his face. It was already stiff and swollen, bulging with veins. The monstrosity momentarily dipped out of view when Bing-ge crouched down in front of him, taking his angular chin between his thumb and forefinger and forcing Shen Qingqiu to look at him.
“This disciple would like his turn with Shizun now,” he demanded.
Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to crossly say "Now? Can't you see I'm a bit busy here?"
And Bing-ge took the opportunity to shove his cock down his throat.
Shen Qingqiu let out a shocked gasp, though it came out more wetly than he’d liked as he choked around the fleshy shaft. His body clenched involuntarily. There was a sharp intake of breath behind him, and Bing-mei only began to thrust even more fervently as his hole tightened around his cock.
Not helping, Bing-mei! Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes shut at the increased level of stimulation, his body shivering, but with the dick jammed inside his mouth he couldn’t tell him to slow down. Each hard thrust only shoved the point of his nose painfully into the hardened shaft in front of his face. It took his all to not accidentally clamp his teeth down on Bing-ge’s cock as he was jostled with each thrust.
“Stop, Shidi,” Bing-ge ordered, stern and commanding, every bit of the demon lord he was. Or maybe it was because he had sensed his imminent castration via his Shizun’s teeth.
Bing-mei gave one last thrust that sent his full length sharply into Shen Qingqiu, eliciting a strangled yelp, then stopped reluctantly, still panting. “But, Shige-” he whined.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to learn?” Bing-ge snapped. He seized Shen Qingqiu’s head again and started pressing him down on his cock. “Now, watch.”
Worry spiked with the heat in his stomach. Shen Qingqiu didn’t know if he had a gag reflex. If he threw up, it would get caught by Bing-ge’s cock and surely he would choke to death with a dick in his throat and another in his ass. What an embarrassing way to die.
A hand followed the cock into his mouth, nimble fingers pressing down on his tongue and pulling it flat to make more room for its passage. Miraculously, the shaft slid past his uvula without triggering his gag reflex, and the flared head began to push its way down his esophagus. Shen Qingqiu gurgled helplessly around the obstruction in his mouth, throat working furiously as he drew in rapid breaths of air. His vision fluttered.
"Breathe through your nose, Shizun," a deep voice rumbled.
He took a desperate breath through his nose, and realized that he could somehow breathe around that large obstruction. Soft finger pads pressed their way down the pale column of his neck, massaging the strained muscle. Slowly, he felt his throat relax, but it wasn't enough. For every bit his esophagus loosened, Bing-ge advanced, slowly stuffing his cock down his throat. Tears were quite literally shoved out of his eyes as Bing-ge forced his way deeper and deeper. Soon, Shen Qingqiu found himself almost bent in two at the waist, his ass arched up to receive Bing-mei from behind, and his chest and neck forced ram-rod straight by the hard shaft down his throat. He pressed down onto the mattress desperately with his hands and knees, arching his back to hold himself up, lest both of them hoist him right off the mattress through the sheer might of their erections.
Bing-ge kept pushing until Shen Qingqiu felt the flared head of his cock reach the hollow of his throat, where it pulsed out of his skin with every pound of his heart. But it was still not enough. Bing-ge forced his jaw open wider and wider, the bottom of his chin digging into his chest, until he swore he heard a crack when his jaw bone shifted in complaint.
Fingers found their way inside his mouth again, peeling his bottom lip away from his teeth. Bing-ge pulled his lip forward, straining it over his balls until the soft flesh of his scrotum pressed harshly against his teeth. It was too much. Too, too much. The quivering flesh ripped, Shen Qingqiu let out a muffled whimper of pain, and a pearl of blood beaded from his split lip. Then like a carriage wheel rolling over a bump, Bing-ge’s balls finally rolled over his teeth to nestle neatly in the cavity of his mouth, cradled by his tongue.
It was a true testament to his prowess that Bing-ge had managed to fully sheath that monstrosity of a cock down his throat. Shen Qingqiu’s face was pressed fully into his lower belly now. A thin layer of fat covered hard muscle, shining and slick with sweat. His coarse pubic hair prickled his nose, making him almost sneeze. Bing-ge let out a groan when his throat contracted instead, tightening around his cock. The sound rumbled to Shen Qingqiu through the bridge in his mouth, sending his insides singing.
The wide head of Bing-ge’s cock had settled home somewhere right above his heart, pushing against the springy frame of his collarbone. Both Binghes were in so deep that he wouldn't be surprised if the tips of their cocks brushed against each other inside him. He felt Bing-mei moving behind him, most likely straining to get a good look at him by the way his cock stretched his hole.
“Shizun… Husband…. Are you okay?”
Okay? I’ve got two dicks inside me and you’re asking me if I’m okay? Silly child. Shen Qingqiu took a deep intake of breath- it might be his last- and nodded.
A wide hand came down to pet his hair. “See, look how good he is,” Bing-ge cooed. “Shizun is fine.” His red eyes darted up to his counterpart. “Now, move.”
At once, like reflections in a mirror, both Binghe’s extracted themselves from Shen Qingqiu until only their tips were inside him, then shoved in.
The sound Shen Qingqiu made was the whimper of a dying animal. If it weren’t for the cock in his mouth he would’ve made a far, far more embarrassing noise, and for once, he was grateful. They pulled out and thrust in unison again, and by god, they were going to kill him.
His legs quivered and shook. The only thing keeping him in place was Bing-mei’s bruising grip on his hips, and Bing-ge’s hands on his chin. They thrust mercilessly in and out of him. Sometimes they were in unison, where they left him feeling so, so empty inside, then suddenly so full that he would burst. Then their motions fell out of sync, leaving Bing-mei to thrust into him so deeply that it shoved him onto Bing-ge’s cock, then for Bing-ge to pull out and thrust him back onto Bing-mei’s cock. Again and again they went, spurred on only by the unholy combination of protagonist and demon stamina.
Shen Qingqiu had long reached the limit of his stamina. His hands and knees slipped dangerously beneath his body with each thrust. They were simply sliding him back and forth across the bed now. His stomach muscles and thighs were squeezed so tightly against the assault of pleasure that it knocked his knees together. Releasing his hold on his hips, Bing-mei seized his ankles and yanked them apart so that they were on either side of his body, using his own hips to force Shen Qingqiu’s legs open.
Enough, enough! he wanted to cry, but with a cock in his mouth only tears could escape his eyes. His own cock twitched, desperate to cum, but with so many sensations ravaging his nerves it was impossible. His entire body shook, muscles clenched rock hard, as he struggled to relieve himself of that burning, throbbing erection.
“Now Shidi, now!”
As Bing-mei gave a mighty thrust in, his hand shot forward and seized Shen Qingqiu’s cock in a fearsome grip.
His poor, neglected cock, fully erect but left to only dribble thin streams of cum down its shaft. The fullness inside of him, the pressure, it was too much. That final bit sent him over the edge. Shen Qingqiu finally came with a shriek, a messy, wet thing as he choked on Bing-ge’s cock. His knees finally slipped, his elbows gave away, and he hung with his limbs trailing limply from his body, suspended only by the hard cock in his ass and the stiff shaft down his throat. He was truly a prized pig, his mouth and ass stuffed to the brim, staked through by the roasting spit as fire consumed his body.
Left at the mercy of gravity, the sudden pressure on his prostate and throat sent convulsions wracking his body. He squirmed in the air between them, overstimulated to the point of incoherence as he cried and clenched his body, trying to get away from the two unyielding shafts of heat still impaled deeply inside of him. Spit bubbled up around the base of Bing-ge’s cock as he frothed at the mouth.
“Husband,” Bing-mei moaned, and Shen Qingqiu let out another muffled shriek as a searing heat shot through his insides.
You’ve came, you’re done, get out! He flung a heel back at Bing-mei to get him to back off him, and succeeded in catching him in the balls. In response, the cock inside him only hardened again and when Shen Qingqiu tried to twist for another kick, Bing-mei groaned deeply and another wave of fire flooded his poor, poor intestines.
He was going to explode! He was going to be shitting cum for weeks! Maybe Bing-ge was going to get a nasty surprise on his end of Shen Qingqiu if Bing-mei kept filling him up like that.
He threw his head back with a gasp, forgetting, for a moment, that his mouth wasn’t free either. His throat constricted around Bing-ge’s cock and strangled it like a poor sea cucumber.
The noise the demon lord made as he came was almost animalistic, bellowing with his whole body so deeply that the vibrations shook Shen Qingqiu to the bone. With his throat constricted so tightly, there was only one way for his release to go. Cum shot out of Shen Qingqiu’s nose and mouth so forcefully that he wouldn’t have been surprised if it’d shot of his eyes and ears as well, maybe even blown out his brains.
Then all motion stopped. The air was filled with heavy breaths as both Binghe’s panted from their releases. Still connected to them, Shen Qingqiu coughed and sputtered, each breath drawing in equally as much air into his lungs as cum. His poor two holes sucked each of them in and out with each rapid inhale and exhale of breaths. That burning heat was building low in his belly again. He squirmed fruitlessly, the movement only serving further to arouse him. He came for one last time, a sad stream of white from his aching cock, but leaving him utterly expended and boneless.
The two Binghes slowly sagged back on their knees, allowing Shen Qingqiu to finally slide limply off of their two softening cocks. His knees hit the mattress and his belly sagged onto the sheets. The cavity inside of him deflated, sending Bing-mei's release bubbling out of his ass. He made a desperate attempt to stop himself from spilling in such a shameful way, but his hole was much too loose, stretched out by the monstrous cock it had taken and the post-coital limpness in his muscles.
From the other end of him, a mixture of cum and spit dribbled out of his mouth and nose.
Forget human stick! He had been reduced to no more than a human cum tube. He'd never felt more used in his life. No amount of sweeping elegantly around Qing Jing peak would ever recover the amount of face he had just lost.
Shen Qingqiu laid there for a long moment, chin propped up on the sheets, unable to do more than pant hotly. His hair was plastered to his face in sweaty strands, stuck to the fluids drying and crusting over on his skin. Spots danced before his half-lidded eyes after having been deprived of oxygen for so long.
“Beautiful,” a deep voice crooned. A hand scooped up his chin and squeezed his cheeks together between two sharp talons. “Beautiful, beautiful ravishingly beautiful.” Bing-ge pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss that was all teeth and tongue. All Shen Qingqiu could do was pant hotly into his mouth in response.
“Shizun took us so well,” Bing-ge murmured, and let him fall back bonelessly onto the sheets.
The bed dipped beside him with a new weight. Two large hands cupped his face, and he was kissed more gently, now.
“Binghe,” he managed to mutter.
“Did…did Shizun like it?”
Oh, now you’re worried, Bing-mei? Only after you and Bing-ge almost plugged me to death!?
When he opened his eyes again, Bing-mei was staring back at him with a mixture of hope and trepidation. For the absolute sex beast he had been just moments prior, now, sitting on the mattress with his legs tucked beneath him, he looked like a cute puppy. Shen Qingqiu dragged a limp arm from his side and rested a hand on his head.
He tried to speak, then had to turn around and let the remaining spit and cum that had pooled in the back of his throat dribble out of his mouth. Once it seemed like there was no more (oh, and he was going to find more later, he knew. He was going to be finding cum in his holes for weeks!) Shen Qingqiu wiped his mouth on the back of a hand.
“This master…” Like some master he was! Getting pounded into the mattress by his two disciples! He tried again, groping blindly for his fan. “This master thought it was… adequate.” He let it fall open in front of his face, not that he had any more face to save. “Shizun looks favorably upon your improvement, and greatly anticipates your future.”
Bing-mei’s eyes lit up at his approval, and fan-be-damned, pulled him back into a crushing kiss. When they pulled apart again, panting, Shen Qingqiu felt a small curl of heat rear its head in his belly once more. No no, not again! For his own health, he shouldn’t go another round for at least another few weeks. He snapped his fan open again and frantically fanned himself to wick away the heat on his cheeks.
Bing-ge had watched the entire exchange with a knowing smile on his face. When Shen Qingqiu stopped his rapid fanning, he asked, “And what about me, Shizun?”
Shen Qingqiu dropped his eyes to the flared fabric of his fan. There was no way he could say this while looking at him. It was like admitting that he enjoyed getting it from the front and the back at the same time.
“Disciple Luo Bing-ge will be allowed to study with us again in the future, if he so desires.”