Chapter 5 - Exchanging fluids *

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Content Warning: noncon / dubcon

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“Song Ziqian?” Rong Jin asked. “What do you mean?”

Song Ziqian rose slightly to stare into Rong Jin’s eyes. He sighed, and before Rong Jin could make any move to resist, he took off the sash around his waist and pressed it to Rong Jin’s eyes.

“I don’t want to cause you any embarrassment or pain, Rong Jin. Since this is the path you’ve chosen, then…” With extremely gentle movements, Song Ziqian bound Rong Jin’s eyes and tied the sash behind his head. “Then I can only choose to accompany you to the end.”

“Why?” Rong Jin was shaken by Song Ziqian’s affection. “Shidi, you deserve to be with a lover who returns your feelings. Why would you help me like this?”

“I just…” A bitter smile appeared on Song Ziqian’s face, and he paused. “I can’t let you do this alone. In the later stages, the attacks of the Resurrection Gu will cause you more and more pain. No matter how strong and determined you are, I just can’t let you go through it alone.”

“…” Rong Jin didn’t speak for a while, and then all he said was, “I’m sorry.”

Song Ziqian lowered his eyes. “I just want to be here for you,” he whispered.

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『As long as I can stand beside my Shixiong and accompany him, I thought it was enough.』

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Rong Jin was stunned, and his heart filled with a sour, stinging feeling. Song Ziqian was indifferent, cold, and calculating, while his own personality was warm, unrestrained, and easy-going. He never thought that in the face of the person they loved they would both be so similar.

While Rong Jin was in a daze, he suddenly felt cool air against his skin. Song Ziqian had stripped off all his clothes. Rong Jin couldn’t see anything at all and couldn’t help feeling nervous. But Song Ziqian immediately noticed he was uneasy. He gently kissed Rong Jin’s forehead. In a warm voice he whispered, “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

Rong Jin heard the sound of some kind of jar lid being opened. He groped around and grabbed Song Ziqian’s hand. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want you to suffer too much. Even if you’re a man, a pure Yin constitution is fragile.” Song Ziqian scooped out a dollop of a clear, honey-like substance from the open jar. “I’m going to apply acacia nectar to your body now. It will make you feel relaxed and comfortable. Don’t be afraid.”

“Isn’t that the hypnotic aphrodisiac used by the demonic Hehuan Sect? No… Song Ziqian, I don’t want to use it!” Shocked, Rong Jin pushed Song Ziqian’s hand away.

“No.” Song Ziqian’s face sank. “Those two beasts must have hurt you already. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and I’ll make it worse.” Then, ignoring Rong Jin’s resistance, he slowly inserted the fingers smeared with acacia nectar into Rong Jin’s opening.

The warmth of his fingers combined with the cool, silken acacia nectar made the tight entrance more willing to accept Song Ziqian’s entry. He waited quietly for a moment, and then he gently rotated his fingers, carefully smearing the acacia nectar over Rong Jin’s soft and sensitive internal walls. He was careful to apply the nectar to every fold of delicate tissue, not letting any part escape.

“Ooh…”

Rong Jen felt the slender fingers constantly massaging and swirling inside him. Uneasy, he twisted his waist a few times, but suddenly brushed against an extremely hot, hard object. In an instant Rong Jin’s body stiffened. His inner walls tightened unwittingly. But that made his soft and tight opening firmly suck at Song Ziqian’s fingers, as if it was both refusing and welcoming him.

“You…” Song Ziqian frowned. Despite his best efforts to endure, there was a little sweat on his forehead. He tentatively moved his fingers again. In a hoarse voice he said, “Don’t move around.”

Then Song Ziqian lowered his head. He gently took in Rong Jin’s sex organ, wrapping his his soft lips around the glans. The tip of his tongue stirred back and forth against the opening in the tip. An unfamiliar wave of desire surged through Rong Jin’s waist. “Don’t… Don’t do this, Song Ziqian, you… You’re my shidi….”

Rong Jin pushed Song Ziqian’s head away with both hands. But his sex organ was already reluctantly standing hard and erect in Song Ziqian’s mouth.

Song Ziqian’s eyes darkened. “You don’t want to? Then why can other men do this with you? Rong Jin, are you rejecting me because I’m your shidi, or because I’m the only one who knows your feelings for Shen Yuzhi—and you’re embarrassed to betray him?”

Song Ziqian reached up and firmly pressed Rong Jin’s slender wrists above his head, adding sarcastically, “Are you still dreaming, hoping that someday your Shixiong, a man who practices the Heartless Path, will come down from his altar just like this… And love and adore you… And penetrate you and fuck you until your entire body smells like him?”

“I don’t…!” Rong Jin clenched his teeth and turned his head to one side. He’d basically watched this person grow up, but he didn’t understand when his always cold and aloof Shidi became like this. Maybe it was after Song Ziqian left Yaowang Valley by himself that year….

“Ah…!” Rong Jin bit down hard on his lips. This guy, this guy actually took his entire sex organ in his mouth, sucking continuously, licking and wrapping his tongue around the column!

Song Ziqian took Rong Jin deep into his throat, imitating intercourse until Rong Jin’s scalp tingled with pleasure. Rong Jin’s whole body went tense, but the ecstasy grew stronger and stronger until he almost screamed. But he didn’t want to throw away the last of his composure, so he bit his lips and tried not to moan, as shameful as an animal in heat.

Song Ziqian looked up and observed Rong Jin’s every move. Seeing Rong Jin bite his lips until they were white, an inexplicable anger filled his heart. He inserted the index and middle finger of his right hand into Rong Jin’s tight, tender place, then rotated deeper, working constantly, aiming at the sensitive weak spot deep inside Rong Jin.

“Ooh! Ah!”

A burst of pleasure swept through every cell of Rong Jin’s body, and there was suddenly no time at all to react. His entire body kept shaking and shuddering, and then the organ in Song Ziqian’s mouth spasmed and released.

“I… I… I didn’t mean to…. Ahh!!!”

Before he could express his dismay for accidentally releasing in Song Ziqian’s mouth, the man pulled out the fingers that were rampaging inside Rong Jin’s secret hole. With lightning speed he pinched Rong Jin’s jaw and blocked his mouth.

A faint bitter taste lingered in Song Ziqian’s mouth, but he felt more and more excited. His hot lips sucked at Rong Jin’s mouth, the slippery tongue kept toying and teasing Rong Jin’s, giving rise to an ambiguous liquid sound. Soon an obscene silver thread overflowed at the junction of their mouths.

But for Song Ziqian this was no longer enough. He aggressively pressed his chest against Rong Jin’s, then turned his head slightly to change his angle of attack. He fiercely plundered Rong Jin’s lips, letting his greedy tongue sweep every corner of the other man’s mouth, forcing Rong Jin to swallow his own saliva and that slightly bitter substance. The force of his kiss made Rong Jin feel like his lips had gone completely numb, and what was even more terrible was that the man even claimed his right to breathe, and Rong Jin could only let out a few pitiful, meager whimpers.

When Rong Jin was just on the verge of suffocation, Song Ziqian released him and he finally had a chance to catch his breath. Rong Jin’s chest heaved violently. His whole body was dyed a beautiful pink from the heat and lack of oxygen. Song Ziqian’s eyes grew extraordinarily sharp. His gaze swept up and down Rong Jin’s body, and then his voice came hoarse and low: “Almost there.”

Rong Jin was startled. He didn’t understand why Song Ziqian said something so strange. But a moment later, a tingling, slightly ticklish feeling arose within his secret place. The itching sensation was accompanied by a terrible heat, which instantly made his body tremble again.

“What… What’s the matter with me…. It itches….”

Song Ziqian strangely didn’t make a sound. Rong Jin couldn’t see anything because his eyes were covered. He groped for Song Ziqian and touched his arm, then shook him. “Song Ziqian, I… I don’t feel right.”

Song Ziqian still didn’t respond.

The tingling sensation grew even stronger. Rong Jin’s secret opening was getting itchier and wetter. All he wanted was pleasure and relief, and the desire made his mind go blank. His hand reached for Song Ziqian’s body and accidentally encountered an extremely hot, thick, and hard object. As if scalded, Rong Jin retreated slightly, and then his ass happened to rub against the hard edge of the bed. He couldn’t help moaning—he couldn’t hold back—the honeyed opening was aching so much to be filled it made him crazy. He spread his slender legs, rubbing the shrunken mouth of his honeyed hole against the hard beam on the side of the bed.

At that moment Song Ziqian finally couldn’t endure another second. With one hand, he grabbed Rong Jin’s bare foot hanging from the edge of the bed, took his waist with the other hand and pulled the man towards him. He pushed Rong Jin’s right leg further back, and then he pointed his thick, rigid instrument at Rong Jin’s wet and honeyed entrance. With a savage thrust, the hard, swollen organ pushed inside the constricted opening, burying itself to the root with a single stroke.

“Ah—!”

With the soft, mournful moan came the loud and liquid sound of Song Ziqian’s organ thrusting into that wet, secret place, a sound which seemed to linger.

With the lubrication of the acacia nectar, Rong Jin’s inner walls were dripping wet, and now that the nectar had absorbed into the walls it began to take effect. Rong Jin didn’t seem satisfied with Song Ziqian’s initial penetration. He wrapped his arms around Song Ziqian’s neck and swung his ass left and right.

“Pah—” Song Ziqian couldn’t stop himself from slapping Rong Jin’s ass with one hand. He hadn’t expected the acacia nectar would be so strong that the normally gentle and modest Rong Jin would take the initiative and beg to be fucked.

“Ah… I need more….” Rong Jin moaned as if he’d been wronged, saying vaguely, “So hot… It itches…”

“I’ll help you relieve the itching and heat,” Song Ziqian whispered in Rong Jin’s ear. He took Rong Jin’s thighs with both hands and aimed at his hole, and then began to fiercely pump into him. The glans scraped every fold of his inner walls, and the thick dark purple column plunged feverishly in and out. Rong Jin couldn’t endure it. He moaned and his hips seemed to chase Song Ziqian, lifting slightly each time he was rammed into the mattress. Song Ziqian thrust harder and harder, grinding the fragile intestinal walls until they were wetter and wetter and even more accepting of Song Ziqian’s invasion.

Song Ziqian suddenly lowered his head. He steadily took Rong Jin’s lips while his lower body constantly fucked Rong Jin’s wet opening. Then Song Ziqian slowed down, but he thrust deeper and deeper each time, shoving his huge, hard glans straight into the flower opening deep inside Rong Jin, the core that was unique to a pure Yin body.

By penetrating the flower core, Song Ziqian could obtain incomparably pure Yin qi, which was beneficial to cultivation with no drawbacks. Song Ziqian knew that fucking the flower core would make both of them ascend to the heights of pleasure, but Rong Jin had taken the Resurrection Gu, and doing this would increase the gu’s absorption of Yang qi. It was not a good thing for Rong Jin’s body.

“That’s… That’s it. There… No, don’t… Ah… It’s too deep!” Rong Jin’s cheeks were flushed crimson. He kept rubbing his legs against Song Ziqian’s waist as if he couldn’t bear such intense pleasure. The look of absolute dependence on his face made Song Ziqian’s heart soften. He was wondering whether to free Rong Jin and let him off the hook when he suddenly heard Rong Jin, who was deep in the midst of a hallucination, call out a name with incredible tenderness:

“Shen… Yuzhi… Yuzhi.”

TL Notes:

acacia nectar – 合欢露 – Alternatively: Hehuan dew

demonic (Hehuan Sect) – 魔道 – devil/magic path

said something so strange – 牛头不对马嘴 – Horses’ jaws don’t match cows’ heads — incongruous; as incongruous as the mouth of a horse on the head of an ox; irrelevant; things that don’t agree

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