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"He's gone mad from the stress." A young man tittered, hand shielding his lips as if the whisper into his friend's ear wasn't loud enough to be heard regardless. 

"That's not it, he must have been cursed."  The friend replied, somehow managing to be louder than his ignorant friend. 

"You're both idiots." That, actually, Shen Qingqiu could agree with. "He's always been like this, he was tricking us before." 

Prattle of this sort was common within the streets, especially as the man himself passed through. One would think he'd defend himself or set an example to ensure nobody would talk about him in such a shameless way ever again, but it never really mattered to him. 

All of the meaningless gossip was just that, meaningless. However, there was one undeniable truth behind each one of these theories. 

Shen Qingqiu was well and truly insane.

Because of this fact, many people found it extremely hard to know what to do when stumbling upon an ethereal man dressed in green and white in the streets. He was a threat, that was for sure, but beyond that nobody could glean any information from the man. 

Sometimes he could (and would ) kill hundreds in a second, apparently unprompted, while other times he would pass by the common folk spreading rumours and tales about him within earshot without even sparing them a glance. Nobody knew what exactly would trigger Shen Qingqiu, but that threat of a hidden bomb being hidden inside every one of their words was often enough to scare people into their place.

Today they were being cockier than usual, which meant Shen Qingqiu had to listen harder than usual to ensure that nothing of importance didn't slip through undetected due to the blubber of nonsense surrounding it. 

"What's he even doing down here? Surely he has people to bring him what he needs." The first man wondered aloud, making Shen Qingqiu question whether the man genuinely believed he couldn't hear him or simply didn't care if he did. "Maybe he's searching for concubines."

Dangerous territory.

Another member of their little clique shook his head "That can't be the case." He laughed as if he knew something he shouldn't have. 

Mind your fucking business, for your own sake.

"He doesn't need any concubines. You know, he kidnapped his own-"  

Screams rang out before the man could finish his sentence, although it wasn't like he was still capable of forming a sentence once Shen Qingqiu was finished. 

Shen Qingqiu did not kidnap his disciple!

He never knocked him out and dragged him away like a brute. He would never do such a thing to his little lotus! 

He simply… didn't allow him to leave. 

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Luo Binghe knew the chain around his ankle was long enough for him to roam around most of the room, coming just a couple feet short of the door, but instead he opted to stay on the bed. He hadn't at first, for those first few months he'd stayed by the window or crouched in a corner with a book, not entirely sure how a hostage should act, but once he realised nobody was coming to save him he began acting less like a hostage and more how he wished to. 

That, and he couldn't help but long for the butterflies he felt when Shen Qingqiu came back and praised him for behaving well. 

Luo Binghe watched with glee when, as they always did, Shen Qingqiu's eyes lit up when he saw his obedient disciple sitting cross legged on the foot of his bed, facing the door with a smile. The blood splattered across Shen Qingqiu's cheek didn't escape his notice, but he felt as long as it wasn't his own it was none of his business. 

"Welcome home, Shizun." Luo Binghe tried his hardest to balance the emotions in his voice, wanting to show enough that Shen Qingqiu could tell he was being genuine, but not enough to seem forced or scare him off. "This disciple is so glad you're finally back." 

Shen Qingqiu stopped by the door for a moment and let his eyes rest, unmoving on Luo Binghe. Maybe he was trying to glean the tone of his words or trying to see if he was hiding anything, either way Luo Binghe didn't mind and was simply happy that his attention was on him.

"You've been good?" Shen Qingqiu asked as he walked closer, patting Luo Binghe's head gently. 

Luo Binghe nodded enthusiastically, the smile on his face only growing brighter as he felt Shen Qingqiu's slender fingers run through his hair. 

"Good boy." Luo Binghe practically whined at the praise, unable to stop himself from nuzzling into his master's touch. "I knew you'd get used to it quickly, you understand this master only wishes for you to be safe."

Luo Binghe didn't understand, not exactly, but he knew he didn't need to. While at first it had been frustrating, wanting to be the one to protect Shen Qingqiu instead of the other way around, after a couple of months he couldn't help but accept the situation and began to revel in the satisfaction of pleasing his master.

"Thank you, Shizun." Although he was probably too old for it, Luo Bingue didn't restrain the urge to wrap his arms around Shen Qingqiu's waist and bury his head into his chest. 

A small smile flourished upon Shen Qingqiu's lips as he caressed Luo Binghe's jaw, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. Luo Binghe, the Luo Binghe sat on his bed with rosy cheeks and bright eyes, was safe. No betrayal, no heartbreak, no endless abyss. Shen Qingqiu didn't care about what he'd done, what he'd had to do to achieve the outcome, as long as said outcome had been achieved, nothing else mattered. 

"I heard somebody talking about you on the street again today, comparing you to a concubine." Shen Qingqiu laughed gently, he didn't notice the flash of excitement on his disciple's adorable face as he said the last word and instead mistook the sudden shift in Luo Binghe's demeanour as a sign of disgust instead. "Don't worry, this master put them in their place for you." 

Luo Binghe's cheeks flushed bright red. 

Poor thing. Shen Qingqiu thought. He's probably embarrassed, perhaps I shouldn't tell him such things in the future…

"Don't worry." He cooed again, moving a hand back to stroke through Luo Binghe's fluffy, brown hair. "You'll grow up so strong now that you're safe and sound with me, you'll have your fair share of wives one day." Maybe not as many as in the original story but it is an acceptable price to pay for his safety. 

At that, Luo Binghe did frown in disgust. Wives? Why on Earth would Luo Binghe need wives? Especially when he had a perfectly good husband standing less than a foot away from him. 

He shook his head frantically, willing the tears in his eyes not to fall as he thumped his head back into Shen Qingqiu's chest. "No." was the only word that escaped his lips.

No? Shen Qingqiu was at a loss. There's no way he doesn't want wives, surely I've raised him better than this… perhaps he's simply still too young to be thinking about his harem just yet. 

"No wives, I have Shizun." The words almost made Shen Qingqiu's heart leap from his chest, though for what reason he couldn't precisely discern.

He chuckled at his disciple's naivety and continued to stroke his hair, inadvertently pressing Luo Binghe closer to his body. "Your Shizun can't be your wife, Binghe. There are some duties I'd simply be unable to perform." 

Luo Binghe looked up again, tears finally falling from his eyes as his arms squeezed his master so tight he feared he may break a rib. "I don't want anyone else! I won't let you go!" He practically wailed.

Shen Qingqiu glanced down at the chain still adorning his disciple's ankle and shook his head. Surely I'm the one refusing to let you go, not the other way around! 

Luo Binghe wanted to confess his love then and there, to beg Shen Qingqiu to allow him to be his wife, beg him to keep him like this locked away from everyone except him forever, but he knew it wouldn't work. 

He'd tried before, begging his master to realise that he would never leave him, that he didn't need to be chained up and would still stay (before he realised how much he actually liked the security of being chained up, of course). Despite Luo Binghe's heartfelt honesty, Shen Qingqiu had still been convinced it was merely a ploy to manipulate him into freeing him.

When Luo Binghe realised this he expected to be hit, maybe given tighter restraints but… Shen Qingqiu hadn't hurt him as punishment, at least not in the physical sense. Shen Qingqiu had simply left him alone.

For three days straight Luo Binghe was left alone in the bamboo house, screaming his throat raw and crying until he passed out, only to wake up and repeat the process. The worst part wasn't the wait, he could wait for his master no matter how long it took for him to come back, the worst part was that Luo Binghe wasn't sure he would come back. 

Shen Qingqiu had never felt more guilt in his life than he did on that third day, returning to see his disciple in such a broken state, barely able to breathe between his sobs. It had never been his intention to hurt him, he'd thought giving him some time alone would make Luo Binghe feel less restricted and happier, yet the opposite had happened. 

He had held him throughout the duration that night and whispered reassurance constantly, allowing Luo Binghe to cry against his chest, clutching onto Shen Qingqiu's robes to make sure he wouldn't leave again. 

Luo Binghe only returned to the present when he felt a soft thumb run over his cheek, wiping a tear away. "Don't cry Binghe, this master promises to never leave you again." 

Shen Qingqiu felt that overwhelming sense of guilt return as he said "again", his mind filling with images of the frail, pitiful sight he'd walked in on all those months ago. 

"I don't need wives. I don't!" If it had been anyone else at his age the tantrum may have seemed pathetic, but Shen Qingqiu knew Luo Binghe wasn't crying needlessly and could only feel sympathy for the poor boy with his tear streaked cheeks and wobbling bottom lip. 

He moved his thumb from Luo Binghe's cheek down to steady his trembling lip, however as he pressed against it… something changed. 

Shen Qingqiu felt as if he'd opened his eyes for the first time, staring down at his disciple's coquettishly pitiful state with his thumb near pressing into his mouth he couldn't help but feel it actually looked quite… quite erotic.

His first instinct was to run, to leave the house and only return when, or if, he could control himself, but he knew that wasn't possible. He'd gotten his poor disciple into such a state because he'd done exactly that, and he'd only just promised to never do it again. 

He couldn't leave, but he couldn't hold back for much longer either.  

Luo Binghe knew that something had happened. Shen Qingqiu was wearing an expression he'd never seen before, and instead of feeling the quick brush of his thumb against his lip as he'd expected it stayed there. He understood just what had happened when he felt his master slowly push the thumb into his mouth.

He was unsure of what he should do at first, reciprocating and enthusiastically beginning to lick and suck at it as he wished might scare Shen Qingqiu off; equally, staying still and not doing anything could give the impression he didn't want it. 

"Binghe…?" Shen Qingqiu's voice was low, nearly a whisper. His thumb stroked across Luo Binghe's soft, pink tongue as he opened his mouth wider to allow it easier access. "Is this okay?" 

Luo Binghe felt his breath catch in his throat at the question, having to take a moment to calm himself before nodding resolutely. 

Having been given consent so freely, so certainly, didn't make sense to Shen Qingqiu. He worried that perhaps it wasn't that Luo Binghe wanted this, but he would do anything that Shen Qingqiu wanted with no complaints. 

He knew it would be wrong to take advantage of such a well behaved disciple, of course he was aware of the power imbalance, and yet his thumb had already started practically fucking into the small, wet hole that was his mouth. He couldn't help but tilt Luo Binghe's head up by tugging his hair down slightly, needing to get a better view. 

Luo Binghe finally allowed himself to indulge, wrapping his lips around the base of Shen Qingqiu's thumb and sucking gently, watching Shen Qingqiu intently for any reaction.  

The only coherent thought in Shen Qingqiu's mind was that he should leave, pull his thumb from between his disciple's lips and run far, far away. He only managed to get as far as pulling the thumb from his disciple's mouth before the string of saliva dripping between his hand and Luo Binghe's tongue, running down his chin, stopped him in his tracks. 

"Was this disciple… not good?" Luo Binghe nearly panted, upset evident in his soft voice and rounded eyes. 

Shen Qingqiu felt unable to speak as his thoughts raced a million miles per hour. 

He'd never felt something like that before. Sure he'd felt attraction and he'd frequently thought about unholy things (something quite inevitable considering the type of books he was fond of) but he'd never felt a lust quite so demanding. It felt like all his body had ever wanted, ever needed, was to push his disciple down onto the bed and… and what? 

Surely he wouldn't fuck the protagonist! Such a crime, even if the lotus before him was in no shape to be dominating anyone yet, Shen Qingqiu had always planned to develop that kind of thing without the trauma of the original novel, he just hadn't figured out how to yet.

He let his eyes take in the body of the man before him. Although a grown man, he definitely wasn't as tall or buff as he would've been having been thrown into the endless abyss at this point. Shen Qingqiu had allowed him access to a kitchen even during his imprisonment so it wasn't as if he had been malnourished, but his pale countenance and skinny limbs still held an air of fragility Shen Qingqiu had never noticed before. 

His first thought had been expected, wondering if he should be giving him more food to ensure he stayed healthy, his second thought… How easy would it be to bend him over and break him?

Luo Binghe couldn't figure out what his master was thinking. The darkness hadn't left his eyes as he stared at him intently, but he also hadn't made any moves to continue with what he'd begun. 

"This disciple can learn, please." 

It's my job to teach him. Shen Qingqiu reasoned, his mind slipping far enough to let him step closer to the boy in front of him, holding his head in both of his hands. He hasn't had the experience he did in the original novel because of what I've done, surely I should make it up to him.

A small voice in his mind knew it wasn't right, that he didn't truly feel that way, but it wasn't loud enough to distract from the task at hand. 

"Don't worry, this master will teach you." 

He leant down, Luo Binghe was only just shorter than him, but sat on the bed he had to crouch quite a way before they were eye to eye. 

"What should I…" Before Luo Binghe could finish his question he felt the press of soft lips against his cheek, moving back a fraction before pressing again slightly higher, moving slowly up the fresh tear streaks. "Shizun?" 

"I don't want you to cry for this." Well, not out of distress. "I want you to be happy, do you not enjoy being taught by this master?" 

Immediately Luo Binghe's face lit up with that bright, unadulterated smile that Shen Qingqiu had become dangerously fond of. He couldn't see it, of course, but he could see the way his disciple's eye shimmered as it creased and the quiet, yet unmissable, breath of happiness he let out. 

"This disciple enjoys it very much!" He defended as Shen Qingqiu placed a soft kiss against each of his eyelids, thumbs caressing his rosy cheeks. 

"Better." Shen Qingqiu sighed as he leant back to admire his work, the beautiful grin of his disciple still in full bloom. 

Luo Binghe didn't know what to do with himself under such close scrutiny from his master, but when he saw Shen Qingqiu unconsciously run his wet tongue across his own lips, he could take the hint. 

It was better than he'd ever imagined, and God had he imagined it a lot. His teeth sunk possessively into Shen Qingqiu's damp lips, not hard enough to draw blood just yet, but hard enough to leave deep impressions. The first bite was the only moment of control he had, as soon after he felt a hand against his chest pushing him to lay on the bed as Shen Qingqiu crawled atop him on the bed, straddling his waist. 

It wasn't Shen Qingqiu's first kiss, but that didn't prepare him for it as much as he'd hoped it would. There was something different, extremely different about kissing Luo Binghe. 

He's the protagonist, of course it would be amazing… despite the biting. He wanted to cling to the idea of not being into Luo Binghe's aggression, despite how obnoxiously a certain body part responded to it. I just didn't expect it to be so fucking intoxicating.

Truth be told, once he had Luo Binghe underneath him, Shen Qingqiu had no idea what he was doing. Maybe even before that, maybe he'd lost all sense of reason when he'd chained his disciple to a bed and beaten everyone else away from the peak, probably even before then… Regardless, Shen Qingqiu didn't know that he'd torn Luo Binghe's robes from his body, only that there was suddenly hot, smooth skin underneath his fingertips. 

Luo Binghe gripped Shen Qingqiu's wrists as his hands grabbed and groped at his chest, squeezing at his tits as if he were a woman and ignoring his poor, throbbing cock just below. This struck a distressing thought into his mind. Would Shizun… prefer a woman? 

"If you don't want- uh…" Despite his truly shameless thoughts, Luo Binghe was much too embarrassed to speak the exact words in such close proximity to his master and quickly rephrased the sentence. "If you'd prefer a… a woman I can- I'm sure I would be able to find a flower or potion that could…" 

Shen Qingqiu looked startled for a moment, eyes focusing on the red marks his fingers had pressed into his disciple's chest from the pressure, before processing the words the other had said. 

"A… woman?" The words sounded tentative coming from his mouth, as if it were the first time he was hearing of such a thing. 

At first Shen Qingqiu's mind had resurfaced, wanting to tell Luo Binghe that he didn't want a woman, he didn't care about anything if it wasn't him, but then another thought enraptured his mind. Luo Binghe, having encountered a flower or potion that could give him… 

" Fuck ." He groaned, one hand moving to pull away his own robes as the other gripped Luo Binghe's jaw and held him still so he could push his tongue between his lips. 

It'd be perfect. He let his imagination run wild, any semblance of restraint having been dashed by Luo Binghe's less than innocent suggestion. So wet, so tight… I wouldn't even give him the chance to touch it himself before I fucked it open and bred his womb full. 

As soon as he pulled from the kiss to breathe, words were spilling from his mouth. "You'd like that? Letting your Shizun fuck his babies into your virgin pussy?" 

The sharp gasp from below him sent a shock of worry through his mind, realising that his lamb probably hadn't encountered such a vulgar thought before, especially one directed towards himself instead of one of his future wives. Just as he was about to apologise or move away to calm himself down, Luo Binghe nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact.

As much as Luo Binghe enjoyed listening to his master's whims and allowing him to have free roam of his body, the matter between his legs was becoming more dire by the second, the need more painful that the bruises flourishing on his chest. 

"Shizun?" His voice was hushed, embarrassment more evident than ever before. 

This time it was Shen Qingqiu's turn to nod silently, not wanting to risk speaking over Luo Binghe when the boy clearly had to pluck up a lot of courage to bring something to his attention. 

"Would you touch me?" Luo Binghe felt stupid the moment the words left his lips. Hasn't he already been touching me!? How will he know what I m- " Ah !"  

Shen Qingqiu realised just how severely he'd fucked up as his hand wrapped around his disciple's dick. While it was still sizable, it was in no way the heavenly pillar he'd read about in Proud Immortal Demon Way. 

I've fucking ruined the protagonist. Panic was his primary reaction, fear that he'd irreversibly mutilated his beloved main character… but the more he thought about it, the more he thought was it really so bad? Although his wives could make him happy, they couldn't protect him. In one way, stunting his development like this was only another step towards keeping him safe! 

While Shen Qingqiu had been lost in thought, Luo Binghe had entirely unravelled beneath his fingers. He thrust wantonly into his master's hand, unable to still his hips no matter how humiliated he felt, unable to do anything but chase his release as quickly as possible. Shen Qingqiu didn't seem to mind though, keeping his pace steady and his grip firm, enjoying the pants and whines Luo Binghe had stopped trying to hold back at some point.

"Shizun is so ah - so caring, this disciple is so hn- so grateful!' Luo Binghe stuttered, eyes squeezing shut as he felt he couldn't last much longer, putting all of his energy into desperately trying to hold on. 

Just as he reached the edge, his back arching and his hands gripping the bed below, Shen Qingqiu's hand stopped. 

" Shizun !" Luo Binghe whined unconsciously, complaining without restraint as if he were a petulant child. 

"That's no good." Shen Qingqiu mumbled to himself, internally horrified at the lack of protagonist stamina his disciple had retained.  

Upon hearing his master's words Luo Binghe's eyes shot open and immediately filled with tears. Shen Qingqiu wasn't sure how, but his disciple managed to start trembling even harder than he had been when he was at the edge of his orgasm.

"No- not like that Binghe." Shen Qingqiu sighed fondly, stroking his clean hand through Luo Binghe's fluffy hair. "Binghe has been so good. You're doing so well, this master just wants you to hold out a little longer. Can you do that for me?" 

When the tears didn't disappear after the praise, Shen Qingqiu leaned down and kissed just below his eyes again. I've really fallen for him- his trap! His manipulative, adorable little trap… He realised, listening to Luo Binghe hum happily with each kiss. 

"Okay," His voice was soft, shaking ever so slightly. "For Shizun." 

Shen Qingqiu decided to ignore the rush of blood sent to his cock as he thought about how obedient Luo Binghe truly was. 

"I'm going to reposition you. Stay where I put you, alright?" Shen Qingqiu didn't wait for a response before shifting down the bed, placing himself between his disciple's legs and spreading them further apart with his hands on his thighs. 

Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but swoon over how malleable Luo Binghe's body felt, moving his legs with no resistance regardless of how embarrassing the position he was being manhandled into was. Not that he seemed strong enough to resist in such a state, even if he wished to.

"Look at you." He exhaled in awe, running his fingers down the pale inside of Luo Binghe's thighs "So pretty, such a beautiful disciple." 

Not for the first time, Luo Binghe felt the blush on his face grow even darker. "You're okay with this? You don't want…?" 

He didn't finish the sentence, but Shen Qingqiu remembered. "I've never wanted to fuck anything more than I want to fuck what's between your legs right now," He stated with such confidence that he sounded almost proud. "But one day I would like to see how well a pussy would fit right here…" Shen Qingqiu dragged a finger down Luo Binghe's taint, allowing it to come to a stop just before his hole. 

Luo Binghe gasped as he felt a warmed finger press against his hole, tensing from the unfamiliar sensation. 

Shen Qingqiu frowned unconsciously. "Of course, you've never…" He began, mentally hitting himself for expecting Luo Binghe to know how two men would do such a thing. 

"I have-" Luo Binghe blurted out shamelessly, not wanting to seem entirely inexperienced in front of his shizun. 

"You- wait, what !?" 

"I'm sorry! I know it's… frowned upon but I- sometimes I had to… if you…" 

"No- God, please don't tell me. I think I might lose my mind if I think about how hot you'd look finger-fucking yourself for me." 

Luo Binghe obeyed again and fell silent, a small smile on his face as he realised Shen Qingqiu didn't find him disgusting even when he was talking about how he'd get himself off to thoughts of him. 

His silence didn't last long, however, as Shen Qingqiu thrust the length of his finger inside all at once and Luo Binghe couldn't hold back a gasp. It was slick with something, but Luo Binghe couldn't discern what and felt it didn't particularly matter. 

"Tight… so fucking tight." Shen Qingqiu licked his lips, waiting for a moment to allow Luo Binghe to adjust. 

"It's been a while since I-" Luo Binghe began before remembering the topic had previously been forbidden. 

"Oh yeah? What, you've been too embarrassed to finger yourself on my bed?" Shen Qingqiu babbled his thoughts out with a smirk before remembering he definitely shouldn't be thinking about something so lewd if he wanted to actually put it in before coming. ,

Luo Binghe didn't get the opportunity to answer as Shen Qingqiu began moving his finger around slowly, pushing in and out as he tried to stretch the hole enough to fit another finger in alongside the first. 

It didn't take long for Luo Binghe to begin autonomously grinding his hips into Shen Qingqiu's thrusts. Instinctively, Shen Qingqiu gripped his hips, holding him in place as he began to work another slender finger into the swiftly relaxing hole. 

"More, please more." Luo Binghe begged, his leaking cock twitching as he tried to wriggle against the firm grasp on his hip. 

At first Shen Qingqiu wanted to deny him further, to make him cry to be filled, but when he glanced up and saw the poor boy biting his lip until it drew blood, he gave in.

Wordlessly, Shen Qingqiu pushed his head between Luo Binghe's thighs and began licking at the stretching hole. His tongue dipped in slightly more with each thrust of his fingers, saliva dripping from his tongue and running down his chin. 

"You taste so good." Shen Qingqiu moaned against Luo Binghe's hole, embarrassing the boy so much he would've closed his legs had Shen Qingqiu not been pressing his hand against his thigh to steady himself. "Better than I'd ever imagined."

Imagined!? Luo Binghe jolted, his movement earning him the luxury of feeling Shen Qingqiu's nails dig into his skin. He's thought about it before? 

Luo Binghe groaned and threw his head back in frustration when Shen Qingqiu pulled his head away again, taking his fingers with him. "Don't complain. This master is going to give you exactly what you want." The smirk was audible in his voice.

"So close. You've been so close for too long, huh?" Shen Qingqiu continued to talk as he positioned himself, rubbing some of the saliva oozing from Luo Binghe's hole down the shaft of his cock. "This is going to hurt a little but Shizun needs you to stay still, okay? Relax for me." He cooed, trying not to think about the fact that he was taking his white lotus' virginity lest he cum on the spot.

Luo Binghe's mind went blank as a sharp pain tore through his body, forcing a scream from his lungs. He squirmed desperately against the pain, crying out as his frail body was invaded harder than he could take. 

"Behave." Before Shen Qingqiu could even register what he was doing, he tugged aggressively on the chain clamped around Luo Binghe's leg as he growled into his ear "Remember who you fucking belong to." 

He caught himself at the second scream of pain his disciple let out, swiftly letting go of the chain as his mind filled with apologies until… until he realised the scream wasn't from pain at all. 

"From that ?" Shen Qingqiu couldn't hold back his disbelief as he watched Luo Binghe drooling below him, his hole fluttering around the half of Shen Qingqiu's cock that had been pushed inside. Luo Binghe was still too enraptured with the waves of pleasure to respond, but the question was rhetorical anyway. 

Shen Qingqiu watched in awe as his disciple's hips stuttered, his undernourished cock pumping out spurts of white. Shen Qingqiu couldn't hold back from moving his hand to gather as much as possible before bringing it to his lips.

How does it taste even fucking better that his hole. His mind raced as he lapped contently at the seed adorning his palm. 

"I-I'm sorry," Luo Binghe gasped, consciously trying to unclench his muscles in the hopes that his lower half would begin to ache less. "Please don't punish me Shizun." 

Shen Qingqiu smiled softly, pressing a chaste kiss against Luo Binghe's still bleeding lips. "This master is happy you felt good." He assured him, trying not to consider that Luo Binghe would probably enjoy being spanked or spat on for punishment. 

"I'm sorry that I hurt you," His breathing was heavy, his self restraint pushed to the edge as he felt Luo Binghe's tight hole slowly loosening around him again. "You know it would never be intentional, correct?" He wasn't entirely sure why he was apologising. Maybe it was a habit of trying to save his own ass from Luo Binghe's now ruined blackening, or maybe he simply wanted him to understand he wasn't returning to the ways of the original goods, but when Luo Binghe nodded in understanding Shen Qingqiuu felt his heart swell. 

Although still recovering from his premature orgasm, Luo Binghe felt the ache of emptiness within himself, ever so close to being filled. "You can… keep going." 

Shen Qingqiu felt that Luo Binghe asking him to continue fucking him was possibly the most adorable thing he'd ever heard, and of course, he could never deny such a request. He did want to make sure it didn't hurt as much for their second attempt, though. He spat into the hand still slathered in his disciple's cum and rubbed it against his own cock, fingers pressing only their tips into the small hole he was aching to tear apart to stretch it a little more.

He felt Luo Binghe begin to shiver, his small, quaking body still trying to recover from the hardest orgasm of his life. It shouldn't be that fucking hot. Shen Qingqiu thought, admiring the bullied view below him. 

Once he'd fully worked a finger inside of his disciple's hole alongside his cock, he pulled it away almost immediately. The whine of protest that came from Luo Binghe didn't last long; once his finger was gone, he'd been given enough room to fuck the rest of his length in all at once. 

Luo Binghe sobbed loudly again, this time pleasure irrefutably overwhelming the pain. 

"Shizun!" Luo Binghe whined, his mind slipping from the satisfaction of finally being given what he'd wanted for so long. "Shizun, my Shizun, please fuck me~"

Shen Qingqiu's breath hitched, watching as the boy below him unravelled mindlessly on his cock without even being given the chance to get hard again. That is… something I do not have time to unpack right now. As with many things,  Shen Qingqiu chose to ignore the way his own body responded to Luo Binghe's plea. 

Though, naturally, he still obliged. 

He pressed one hand against Luo Binghe's stomach, the other finding its way to pet his hair again. Pulling back slowly, he felt Luo Binghe tense beneath him, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to hold back his small noises of pain and pleasure mixing together. 

"Don't." Shen Qingqiu exhaled, trying to regain some semblance of consciousness to spit the words out. "Let me hear you, Binghe." 

He got hard faster than he had ever experienced before. The speed exceeded even that which he'd achieved on those nights his hand wouldn't separate from his cock for any more than a second at a time, the thoughts of his Shizun too rampant to be settled by a mere two (or five) rounds. It had taken hours between each orgasm at first, spending all night desperately trying to fuck his desire away before morning came and he'd be faced with the very man who could do nothing but rekindle it again. After a year it became much easier, and after two, once he'd plucked up the confidence to begin steal- no, borrowing things, it became much less of an effort. 

Upon the bed of the man that had occupied both his waking and sleeping thoughts unceasingly for years, Luo Binghe felt the pull of his climax build staggeringly swiftly. 

"Binghe- Promised to hold on." Shen Qingqiu reminded him firmly, listening to the lewd noises and feeling the clenching muscles that undeniably spelled his disciple's second climax. "Wouldn't want to disappoint his Shizun?"

The words shot ice through his spine and Luo Binghe immediately wailed and shook his head, arms wrapping around Shen Qingqiu's body with an unexpected strength. "I'll be good, I'll be good!" He sobbed loudly, his body trembling through the strain of denying himself release. 

"Only after this master has finished twice ." 

Luo Binghe sobbed again, nails gripping desperately into his master's shoulders as he felt the pounding below become harder and his cock begin to leak precum, dripping down the shaft and pooling at the base of his crotch. "N-no! Shizun please , I'll die!"

Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the pitiful sight below him, his disciple's tears flowing freely as he began to manhandle him again, bending him into a position that more closely resembled a breeding press. 

"So easy to bully, so vulnerable." He cooed, planting another messy kiss against the hot, drool-soaked lips below him. "You have been good. But you must still wait- ah- at least until after this master has come…"  Shen Qingqiu slid one hand down the length of Luo Binghe's slick body until it reached the shackle on his leg, beginning to massage the reddened skin beneath the warmed metal. 

Luo Binghe hummed in agreement, or at least attempted to between the heavy gasps and pleasured moans he couldn't even think about quieting. "W-Will Shizun… fill this disciple?" 

Curiosity spiked within Shen Qingqiu's mind. "Fill? I'm alre- oh." He found his answer quickly as he felt the pressure in his groin tightening further, said realisation doing nothing to ease the sensation.  

Luo Binghe couldn't help but feel accomplished as he watched the realisation sink in followed by his Shizun donning a dark, pleasured expression.

"Binghe already said he wanted it, didn't he?" Shen Qingqiu's mind strayed back to the idea of Luo Binghe under the effects of one of the many, many sex pollens of his world… or, more specifically, the effects that such a thing could have on a man such as himself. "Fantasising about wanting his virgin womb to be filled so shamelessly, how could this master ever refuse such a good boy?" 

Shen Qingqiu felt his disciple's nails begin to draw blood and watched as his face screwed with pleasure. His voice sounded as if he was trying to squeeze words out between the keening but really couldn't manage. As much as he wished to reassure Luo Binghe it would only be a moment longer, it was already too late. 

For the second time Luo Binghe came apart, wailing and drooling as the spasms of his violated hole forced Shen Qingqiu over the edge alongside him. 

"Such a good boy… so good…." Shen Qingqiu caught himself murmuring, his cock still sheathed fully within his disciple as they both began to come down from their climaxes. "You did so well, so well for your Shizun." He pressed kisses anywhere his lips could reach, sucking only gently on the pale flesh of his disciple's throat. 

Luo Binghe remained unable to speak, only humming and sniffling in response to the overwhelming onslaught of love he had been wholly unprepared to receive. Though, it wasn't the first thing he had been unprepared to receive that night. 

After finally having gained enough strength in his muscles and air in his lungs to speak, the first thing Luo Binghe said were the words "I failed Shizun." 

Shen Qingqiu wanted to break down into tears right on the spot. The sorrowful expression his sweetheart disciple wore as he spoke in such a genuinely remorseful tone… He really couldn't stand the fact that he'd put his lotus into such a state. 

"Please punish this disciple for his insolence." 

"Punish? No, no, you did everything this master asked. It's over, let me-"

"Please Shizun." 

Shen Qingqiu sighed and smiled gently, knowing there would be no way to argue with such a beautiful master of emotional manipulation. Oh well, he knew he'd be able to think up something suitable. 

He'd been meaning to show off his prized possession anyway. 

-

The next time Shen Qingqiu appeared in the streets, not a soul dared to utter a word in his presence. 

As it should be.

It wasn't just because the news of his last visit had spread, tales of heads exploding like a watermelon having been thrown into the mouth of a hippopotamus. No, what silenced everyone was the pretty, young thing trailing behind him, arms bound at the wrist with green silk and a collar adorning his neck. A boy able to muster darkness in his eyes that not even Shen Qingqiu himself could parallel… 

Only when his Shizun wasn't looking, of course.