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"I think Yuanyuan would look super cute as his OC!"
"Yes, absolutely! We can help with finding the perfect hanfu for the cosplay!"
"Oh, don’t forget the makeup! We can make you look pretty too, just like your OC."
"We’ll help you take pictures with Bing-ge cosplayers too!"
Shen Yuan, having never received this much attention from the opposite sex in his life before, crumbles under enthusiasm of the forum jiejies. He met them online on the forum dedicated for Zhongdian readers to discuss their favorite webnoevels — or in Shen Yuan’s case, least favorite webnovel. It started off with them frequently interacting with his posts criticizing the popular webnovel Proud Immortal Demon Way by Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, which surprised him because he was used to being dogpiled by other brainless readers on the forum. Then they became friends on the platform, which was cool and all, when they saw That Post.
It was the only post on his account that didn’t garner as much attention as his incendiary, thesis-length rants about the latest Proud Immortal Demon Way updates. No, it was a post he made about his OC, which he had ambitiously titled as “The Perfect Harem Wife for Luo Binghe”. It had lengthy and highly-detailed descriptions of the kind of person she was, her likes and dislikes, her hobbies, her fashion style (of which he did extensive research and linked pictures of clothes she’d wear), etc and an equally long essay about why she was, as the title suggested, the perfect harem wife for the OP stallion protagonist Luo Binghe.
No one cared about that post.
(Probably because it was posted from the infamous Peerless Cucumber account who was hated by 99% of the Proud Immortal Demon Way community. And also because the OC discussion space was oversaturated with other people’s OCs.)
Except the harem jiejies he befriended.
They were obsessed with his OC.
Long story short, Shen Yuan and the harem jiejies grew close enough online that they felt comfortable enough to meet in person.
And that was where it started.
The point where they managed to convince him to attend an upcoming Zhongdian webnovel con in the area.
Not as himself..
But as his Proud Immortal Demon Way OC, the Perfect Harem Wife for Luo Binghe.
At first, Shen Yuan was apprehensive about the idea.
Don’t get him wrong, he knows cosplay is for everyone and that it’s essentially playing dress-up as your character of choice! It doesn’t matter if your gender doesn’t align with the character you’re cosplaying. In fact, crossdressing is fine in cosplay, perfectly acceptable! No one would bat an eye if a completely straight guy like him dressed up as a lady, as long as he had fun!
Which the jiejies convinced he would.
Which he believed after being subject to and of their gushing over how pretty he'd look if he dressed up in women's hanfu, put on makeup and a wig. As his OC, of course.
(They were very convincing! He almost said no to them but the thought of disappointing the jiejies who adored his OC caused his resolve to waver.)
Shen Yuan had never worn hanfu.
Or women's hanfu.
Or women’s clothes, in general.
(He was a straight guy, why would he need to wear women’s clothes?)
Several times he almost backs out, tempted to send wild excuses to their group chat with wild excuses as to why he couldn't meet up with them. But every time his thumb hovers over the Send button, he can't find it in him to press it at all.
The hours leading up to the con were probably the most nerve-wracking. The forum jiejies picked the hanfu out for him but wouldn’t let him see it because it was a ‘surprise’. But they did ask him to show up at their hotel room across the corridor first thing in the morning so they could help him get dressed for the con.
When he shows up at their door, they whisk him inside their room and push a garment bag in his hand. It’s heavy, and when he unzips it open in the bathroom, he is greeted by the sight of the prettiest dress he’s ever seen. It’s close to the fashion style he described in his OC post but better, made of soft and sheer fabric of pastel greens and white, embroidered with lotuses on the flowing sleeves and on the top of the bodice, and even came with a matching fan inside.
Shen Yuan nearly gets cold feet at the sight of this outfit.
What was he thinking letting these girls talk him into wearing this? It's too pretty an outfit to be wasted on a guy like him. And it’s not like he’s a femboy either!
He shouldn't be walking around in women's clothing.
"Ah, I can’t wait to see how Yuanyuan would look in that hanfu!” Shen Yuan hears one of the jiejie’s voices from behind the door.
“I hope he likes it!”
“He’d be sooo pretty!"
The girls gush over him while waiting for him to finish changing. Something in his chest twists at their excitement. They were so excited to see him in his OC cosplay! How could he disappoint them by chickening out? That wouldn’t be very nice of him to let them down, especially when he hears that they’d made this outfit by themselves for him.
He reminds himself that this is cosplay and that dressing up as a lady for once wouldn’t change anything about himself before he puts on the hanfu. It’s surprisingly easy to put on and he doesn’t struggle with the separate pieces of the outfit.
As he readjusts the slip around his shoulders, he catches the sight of himself in the mirror.
He almost doesn’t recognize himself. It’s not like his facial features changed, obviously, but something about the sight of himself wearing such a pretty flowy dress makes him blush, the color of his cheeks accentuated by the colors of his hanfu.
He averts his gaze, his heart racing, only to sneak another glance at the mirror. Something flutters in his chest at the sight of himself dressed like this. He isn’t tall but the placement of the skirt piece on his waist and the figure of the dress makes him look elegant and slender. He turns left and right to see how the hanfu looks at him from different sides when his eyes catch on the way the flowing fabric swishes around his body with the movement. He stop, a brief pause to let his brain catch up with what he just saw in the mirror.
Then, because no one’s looking, he does a little twirl, just for the sake of it.
The strange feeling in his chest blooms as he watches the way the fabric of his hanfu swirl around his body with the movement, fluttering as he comes to a stop.
Ok, maybe this is why girls liked pretty dresses.
If he was a girl, he’d love to put this on for a date with his handsome boyfriend. Or even for a fun hangout with the jiejies.
His eyes flicker back upwards to his face in the reflection of the mirror. Ignoring the little nagging voice in his head, he takes a moment to appreciate the way he looked in the dress. Well … perhaps with the jiejies help with the makeup and putting on his wig, he’d look pretty.
Pretty … That’s a word he never thought he’d use to describe his appearance but … Agh, let’s not to think so much and don’t keep them waiting!
When Shen Yuan comes out of the bathroom later, the jiejies shower him with compliments. He blushes and stutters tiny thank-you’s as they gush over him, telling him how pretty he looked.
His heart flutters with that feeling from earlier again.
The jiejie spend a lot of time helping him get ready, perhaps even more than themselves. They wave off his concerns about their cosplays, insisting that Shen Yuan needed the makeup help more than they needed.
"Besides," says the jiejie applying lipstick for him, "we can't let you walk in that con without making you as pretty as your OC!”
Shen Yuan endures this for a bit longer, but only because a tiny part of him enjoys the attention.
Luo Binghe has never seen a room as strange as the one where he wanders around now. Despite the sheer size of the room, the place is brightly lit and its high ceilings supported by metal beams. The area is large enough to accommodate what appears to be a market, if he isn’t mistaken by the stalls selling strange merchandise and people milling about in stranger clothes.
Perhaps it was the culture of this world, but he finds himself growing more bemused the longer he walks around.
He recognizes many people around him, not by their faces — none of them looked like people he knew — but rather the way they dressed. Some of their costumes or appearances look like cheap imitations while others look rather detailed but somewhat inaccurate, but most of them were familiar in some way or another. And there are also people who appear to be common folk, or at least not participating in whatever strange event that involves pretending to be someone they’re not.
Luo Binghe passed by several people dressed as wives in his harem, some of which were his favored wives and the others were the ones he had to pause to recall. But there were a handful dressed as people he killed before.
Twice Luo Binghe’s heart raced when he saw familiar clothing, thinking he found him only to find faces that didn't match the one from his memories.
There were even other unimpressive versions of himself too.
It took Luo Binghe some time to realize that perhaps a strange festival was happening here where he arrived with Xin Mo in his search for Shen Qingqiu.
Not the one who had been the source of his meaningless and unjust suffering during his days as a Qing Jing Peak disciple, who’d been nothing but cruel and full of contempt towards him, no.
He was in search of the version of Shen Qingqiu who tended to his wounds, passed spiritual energy through his meridians the whole night, brushed his hair and left a tiny braid in it thinking he wouldn’t notice it. The version of Shen Qingqiu who was gentle and loving and …
… belonged to another version of himself.
Admittedly it is strange seeing this gathering of imposters parading around and enjoying themselves, a part of Luo Binghe finds the novel and unique experience somewhat refreshing.
But he was wasting time here, precious time he could be using to search for the Shen Qingqiu of this world.
Ever since he returned from that world where his disgustingly wretched imposter had gotten himself the kind and loving version of his shizun, Luo Binghe has never been the same.
Luo Binghe won’t deny that he has everything a man could ever want: riches, power and women. The other version of him was severely lacking in many things Luo Binghe had in his own life.
And yet … yet when he peered into the memories of Shen Qingqiu from that world, he realized that, compared to the other Luo Binghe, he had nothing.
It was unfair, so horribly unfair. Why had that Luo Binghe gotten a kind, loving and selfless shizun, who’d do anything in the world for him, and he had gotten that rotten bastard who inflicted nothing but pain on him during his disciple days?
It was unfair, so horribly unfair.
Luo Binghe wonders if it’s possible to find the same Shen Qingqiu in this world. In all the worlds he had traveled, he couldn't find him anywhere.
Would this world be any different with all these imposters surrounding him? Perhaps not.
Perhaps, like all the others, he wouldn’t find a Shen Qingqiu who’d love him unconditionally.
He considers cutting his visit short when Sha Hualing — no, another imitation of his wife — approaches him.
"Hello, do you mind if we take a few pictures of you with our friend?" she asks. Her eyes gleam with an excitement that Luo Binghe is all too familiar with.
Women from his world have always looked at him this way though never in the context of wanting his time and attention for a 'friend'. His gaze shifts away from her towards the other imitations of his wives behind her, all of which are staring at him with the same eagerness.
Although it would be more efficient for him to leave this world as soon as possible, he can’t find it in him to disappoint these lovely ladies who asked him so nicely.
Putting on a charming smile, he replies, “Not at all.”
The ladies exchange excited looks amongst each other, clutching each other in delight.
"Our Yuanyuan's gonna love him," one of them whispers.
"Yeah, he's like the most authentic Bing-ge cosplayer we've seen so far!"
“Wait, lemme call Yuanyuan over!”
Cosplayer? Luo Binghe doesn’t recognize the word. What did that mean? And why was he supposed to be the most authentic ‘cosplayer’ when he is indeed the real deal?
He ponders over this for a moment when one of the ladies returns with another girl clinging to her arm for dear life. His eyes flicker over to her and as their gazes meet, Luo Binghe sucks in a breath.
His surroundings seem to cave in on itself as his vision tunnels to the face of this new girl.
This 'Yuanyuan' almost resembles that rotten bastard Shen Qingqiu. Luo Binghe’s pulse races only to slow down when she comes closer to him.
Though Yuanyuan has the same angles to her eyes and her lips as his wretched shizun, she has an overall softer appearance with an air of innocent naivety and sweet shyness that was absent in his original shizun or the other one he met. When she looks at him, her eyes grow wide and a lovely pink flush blooms on her cheeks.
Something sparks within Luo Binghe. Found you. I finally found you.
He is intrigued by her, even more so when he realizes she is in fact, a man dressed as a woman whom he claims to be an 'own character' from his harem. He doesn’t know what that meant but wonders if this Yuanyuan was implying that he wants to be a part of Luo Binghe’s harem. The thought amuses him, though. He knows women would never turn down the opportunity to be in his harem but the fact that this man is so desperate to be his wife amuses him.
Luo Binghe finds it charming though, endearing even, as this man fumbles over his words trying to explain himself. Luo Binghe takes great delight in making him blush when he tells him he looks beautiful in those clothes.
"A-ah, the jiejies picked it out for me," Yuanyuan stutters. "And they did my makeup and stuff.”
"They have excellent taste, sharp eyes and skilled hands for bringing out your beauty," says Luo Binghe. Sweet words with echoes of sincerity do not fall from his lips as much as they used to when he was younger yet they come as naturally as breathing around Yuanyuan. He smirks when Yuanyuan blushes and hides his face behind his fan.
“Come, come, Yuanyuan! We promised Bing-ge that we’d take a few photos of you two together!”
“Huh?!” Yuanyuan exclaims, eyes wide with surprise. He glances between the ladies and Luo Binghe, his face reddening. “Ah, I wouldn’t want to trouble Bing-ge —”
“You won’t,” Luo Binghe promises, extending his hand towards Yuanyuan. “It’d be a pleasure.”
Yuanyuan blushes but takes his hand.
The lady dressed as ning yingying directs Yuanyuan and Luo Binghe to pose with each other while wielding a strange device that clicks audibly every time she presses a button. Yuanyuan is visibly flustered but he does as he is told and so does Luo Binghe.
While the ladies direct them through the poses, Luo Binghe finds himself engrossed with the little things about Yuanyuan. Like how he barely comes up to his shoulder and can easily be tucked under his chin, the way his tiny waist fits in his hands so perfectly and how delicate Yuanyuan feels under his touch. Even his scent is enticing, filling Luo Binghe with a desire to bury his face in the crook of his neck and inhale deeply.
The Sha Hualing imposter cheekily suggests Luo Binghe carries Yuanyuan in bridal style. Yuanyuan protests, his voice high pitched in mortification, but when Luo Binghe agrees to it, he turns to stare at him, struck speechless. He gasps as Luo Binghe sweeps him up into his arms with ease; he weighs less than Luo Binghe’s wives and fits so nicely in his arms.
Yuanyuan’s arms wrap instinctively around his neck, clinging to him for dear life. “A-are you alright there?” he asks; it’s curious how he’s more concerned for Luo Binghe when he appears so flustered in this position, blushing furiously as he meets Luo Binghe’s gaze.
“Of course, my beloved,” says Luo Binghe. “Are you comfortable in my arms?” He grins when Yuanyuan looks away.
The ladies coo in delight before fiddling around with their strange devices, squatting in awkward positions around Luo Binghe and Yuanyuan, and clicking away.
Luo Binghe soon finds out what a ‘photo’ is when they show them to him afterwards. He’s impressed that they’ve captured such realistic looking paintings with these handheld devices, and so effortlessly as well. Although it’s a shame that it can only be displayed on these devices.
“Aaa, you two look so perfect together!” One of the ladies squeals, squeezing Yuanyuan’s arm.
“Definitely the perfect wife for Bing-ge,” another teases.
“Jiejie, please —” Yuanyuan hisses, his ears red.
Luo Binghe chuckles.
The ladies gather around each other to discuss the photos they’ve taken, leaving Yuanyuan alone with Luo Binghe.
It’s clear from the way Yuanyuan fidgets and sneaks glances at him that he’s trying to find something to say to him. After a few moments of hesitation, he turns to Luo Binghe. He takes a deep breath before speaking: “I’m guessing hundreds of people have already told you this today but your cosplay is amazing.”
Although Luo Binghe has yet to overcome the annoyance that the people of this world are convinced that he is an imposter version of himself, he cannot help the satisfaction blooming inside him at the compliment. Even if Yuanyuan said the same words as others had, it comes off as flattering rather than insulting.
The corners of Luo Binghe’s mouth lift upwards into a smile. “This husband is pleased Yuanyuan thinks so,” he says.
Upon hearing this Luo Binghe cosplayer refer to himself as ‘this husband’, Shen Yuan can't help the heat rushing to his cheeks again for the nth time today or the spluttering cough that rises to his throat at this cosplayer's smooth words.
There’s no reason for him to still be in character but ...
It's so cool how he's so on point on everything that it feels like Shen Yuan's talking to the real deal himself! If he was a judge for the cosplay contest later, he'd make sure that this Bing-ge cosplayer comes first place. Not only for the super detailed outfit, makeup and appearances but the looks as well as the act are all deserving of first place!
No one else even comes close to him!
"Yuanyuan, I'm sending you the photos!" one of the forum jiejies call out to him.
"Oh, thank you!"
Shen Yuan can't help the silly grin tugging at his face as his phone receives the influx of photos. He scrolls through them to have a quick look. The jiejies did such a wonderful job taking these photos of him and Bing-ge, though he blushes at some of the more risque shots.
But all in all, they really captured all their best angles. Especially Bing-ge.
He looked so handsome in these photos, like a dark prince out of romance novels come to life with the way he looked at Shen Yuan in these photos, the charming way he smiled and the aura he radiated.
Shen Yuan wonders if he was a model because nothing else can explain why this man is so unreasonably hot.
If he was a girl, he would’ve fallen head over heels for him at first sight.
Heck, even now when he's in his OC’s cosplay, he can’t help the way his heart flutters when he notices the way this cosplayer looked at him with those eyes. And Shen Yuan’s a 101% straight man!
“By the way,” he begins, turning to the Bing-ge cosplayer who was peering over his shoulder. “Do you have any social media? I wanna use this picture for my profile and I'd like to tag you."
The Bing-ge cosplayer's eyebrows arch before he shakes his head. "You may use our paintings for your profile as you wish," he says in an indulgent tone. "Although this husband is delighted that Yuanyuan wishes to show off our photos together," he adds with a smirk.
Shen Yuan splutters again.
The jiejies return to them shortly only to inform them that they’ll be heading off to a few BL booths. “Just for a bit!” one of them promises while the others giggle among themselves.
Shen Yuan catches one of their eyes and immediately knows what’s up. Honestly, he doesn’t mind that they’re ditching him with this Bing-ge cosplayer! In fact, a couple more of his minutes doesn’t sound too bad.
After waving the jiejies off, Shen Yuan turns back to the cosplayer. He stares at the fine features of his outfit, amazed by how much detail there is in his costume. The other Luo Binghe cosplayers were ok, but nothing as impressive as this Bing-ge cosplayer. Sure, some of them look like they were ordered online or others handmade but with a few added details that weren’t accurate, at least to Shen Yuan’s opinion, but this cosplayer’s outfit looked like Luo Binghe to the T.
“Do you mind if I ask how you made your outfit?” Shen Yuan asks. “I'm still mind blown that you've gotten so many details correct! And the quality of your costume and accessories is just … —” He breaks off, gesturing with his hands, “— so authentic and cool!”
‘Bing-ge’ chuckles. “This husband is flattered by my wife's kind words,” he says.
That curious little feeling in Shen Yuan’s chest blossoms again at being called Bing-ge’s wife.
Before he can stop to examine why that feeling came back, Bing-ge explains about his costume so Shen Yuan drops the thought and listens in. However, this Bing-ge cosplayer's still in character which meant that he talks as if the clothes and accessories he's wearing came from the webnovel itself.
Shen Yuan recognizes some of the materials he used, but those were Proud Immortal Demon Way-exclusive things and not real-life materials.
Like moon spider silk used to weave his robes? And how the belt he was wearing was forged by a skilled blacksmith who had his eyes gouged out and his limbs removed for committing treason against Bing-ge? That’s all Proud Immortal Demon Way stuff!
If anyone around here pays the most attention to the webnovel, it has to be Shen Yuan.
He knows that this cosplayer embellished his tales with additional details because he can’t remember these ever being mentioned in the novel.
But did Shen Yuan mind? Not really!
He thought it was pretty creative of this cosplayer to add his own spin to the story, and he liked listening to him talk. There’s something about the way his voice sounds, deep and silvery and ASMR-worthy with a faint lilting accent that Shen Yuan finds charming.
Maybe this guy liked roleplaying (and was an expert at it) because Shen Yuan hasn't seen him break character so far. Perhaps he ought to keep up and continue roleplaying as his OC.
After all, he is all dressed up as her, from the hanfu, makeup and a styled wig! The jiejies even gave him a matching fan and a little purse to keep his belongings! And he is attending this con as her too.
Besides, roleplaying was just for fun, anyway! Just because he’s pretending to be a woman now doesn’t mean he’s gay or anything!
Right?
"Oh, but this husband has spoken enough about himself," Bing-ge sighs. He looks at Shen Yuan, tilting his head slightly with a playful smile on his lips. Shen Yuan’s heart flutters at the way that dark-eyed gaze feels like it’s swallowing him whole as the Bing-ge cosplayer takes in the sight of him.
HIs gaze drifts down from Shen Yuan’s face to his outfit then back to his eyes. Then, ever so slightly, his eyes flicker to Shen Yuan’s lips.
Shen Yuan’s breath catches in his throat as the Bing-ge cosplayer leans close to him, brushing against him. “This husband would like to know Yuanyuan more intimately,” he whispers.
Having never been on the receiving end of this sort of interest from a man (or anyone, for that matter) Shen Yuan feels like the temperature shoots up several degrees. He flicks his fan open and fans himself, trying not to scream.
Fuck, this cosplayer has the same seductive charisma as the protagonist! Is there anything he can’t do as Luo Binghe?
Even as a straight man, Shen Yuan can't help getting flustered!
Sheesh, this guy probably has an insane game with pulling women, just like the real Luo Binghe! Who wouldn’t want to hop into bed with him when he smiles at you with those eyes and speaks in that sexy voice?
Maybe Shen Yuan ought to take notes from him or something, probably once this guy's tired of roleplaying for the day.
He clears his throat, trying to play it cool. His heart is beating way too fast to be normal and the fanning doesn't seem to help cool his face down. He can't even look this cosplayer in the eye!
"Do you mean you'd like to know more about my OC?" he asks. At Luo Binghe’s questioning look, he says, “Sorry, I just need to clarify that my OC’s name isn’t Yuanyuan. That’s actually a nickname the jiejies gave me. My OC’s name is —”
“It’s cute. This husband thinks it’s quite fitting for my wife,” says Luo Binghe and the rest of Shen Yuan’s sentence evaporates.
Truthfully, Shen Yuan only let the jiejies get away with calling him such an embarrassing nickname because he sort of let the attention they were giving him get to his head. He would never allow anyone he knew in real life to call him Yuanyuan, or hear him being called that by anyone else.
He'd die of shame!
But after being called Yuanyuan so many times by this smoking hot Bing-ge cosplayer in that oh-so-sexy voice that would've had women on their knees must've broken something in his brain somehow because he realizes how much he likes the way it sounds on this man's tongue.
And don't even get him started on this husband/wife thing!
Shen Yuan can't even describe the giddy feeling inside him that makes his whole world seem to spin around him with a warm fuzziness when Bing-ge calls him his wife or when he refers to himself as his husband without hesitation!
No self-respecting straight man would stand for this sort of treatment, even if he's cosplaying as his OC who is supposed to be the perfect wife for the protagonist from the shittiest and most depraved harem webnovel on the internet!
The only explanation he can think of for his emotions being out of whack today must be because of something he ate or drank earlier today!
It has to be, right?
The meat buns he ate for lunch tasted way too good to be true! And the fruit tea one of the jiejies bought for him was the best tea he ever tasted.
As Shen Yuan wracks his (dysfunctional) brain for a perfectly logical explanation for his OOC-ness today, the Binghe cosplayer looks around with a mild frown on his features. "This place is too lively for this husband's liking," he says, turning back to Shen Yuan. "Shall we go somewhere quieter?"
Shen Yuan looks around. The con is getting busier by the minute it seems with all these people gathering here. It must be for the events that are lined up later for this afternoon. He thinks of a few good spots they might be able to sit and talk for a bit longer but his brain must be still out of service because instead of listing the places he thought of, he hears himself saying, "We can go up to my hotel room.”
Shen Yuan’s eyes grow wide once he realizes what he just said.
Shit.
Listen, he has been nothing but respectful towards this cosplayer since they met earlier, despite the weird fluttery feelings in his chest, but what he said really isn’t appropriate considering the implications of his words.
He turns to the cosplayer, panicking because he must’ve sounded like a creep and this guy will probably refuse to talk to him ever again. Instead, the Bing-ge cosplayer stares at him with his elegant eyebrows lifted in amusement.
“This husband would like that.”
At some point on the way back to his hotel room, Shen Yuan is convinced that there’s something wrong with his brain and that he probably should get it looked at. He can’t remember the sequence of events between the con and the hotel room in his daze.
He does remember little details in flashes though, like the way his heart had been racing with a mix of nervousness, excitement, shyness and disbelief that the Bing-ge cosplayer was coming up to his room with him. And how the Bing-ge cosplayer had his hand on his waist the whole time, standing as close to him as possible despite how much space they had on either side.
He recalls the awkwardness on the ride back when he debated if he should tell the cosplayer that it was an honest mistake to invite him up to his room and that it wasn't his intention to make it sound like he had ulterior motives. The Bing-ge cosplayer seemed to be in such good spirits though so Shen Yuan couldn't bear to burst his bubble.
Maybe he thought they would have an actual chat in Shen Yuan’s room — which was what Shen Yuan had in mind because, y’know, he’s straight and he respects this cosplayer and doesn’t see him as his absolute favorite character come to life.
Except …
Except that he didn’t envision being pinned against the door and kissed by another man.
It’s not that he has anything against gay people! If this guy is gay, then good for him! Shen Yuan totally respects that he’s so secure in his sexuality that he isn’t afraid to kiss another man like Shen Yuan.
And … Well, Shen Yuan can’t deny that he is a good kisser.
Shen Yuan’s definitely kissed a few people in his life but those kisses were nothing like the kind this BIng-ge cosplayer gives him, the kind that leaves him feeling dizzy in the best kind of way, desperate for more and making him want to take their clothes off and —
Wait.
Shen Yuan’s eyes grow wide when he catches himself. “Bing-ge —” He pushes the cosplayer away gently, breathless, “Wait, is it ok if I call you that?”
Bing-ge doesn’t miss a beat. He chuckles, his warm breath ghosting against Shen Yuan’s cheek. “You can also call me your husband,” he teases.
Shen Yuan’s cheeks grow hot. “I guess you’re having a lot of fun roleplaying with me and I really appreciate that,” he mumbles, “I really do.”
He takes a deep breath before continuing, “But I need to remind you that underneath all this —” he gestures at himself, “— is a man.”
Bing-ge stares at him for so long that Shen Yuan worries that he never realized this fact until now
“And?”
Shen Yuan makes a small, choked noise.
There is no ‘and’!
“And … you’re a man too,” Shen Yuan points out.
Bing-ge is tall enough to rest his forearm against the door above the top of Shen Yuan’s head. Even up this close, Shen Yuan notices how pitch black his eyes are, like voids swallowing him up whole as Bing-ge looks at him. Bing-ge tilts his head but the gleam in his eyes tells Shen Yuan that he’s feigning confusion. “This husband fails to see the issue Yuanyuan is trying to bring my attention to.”
Shen Yuan stares back at him, despite the way his gaze makes blood rush into his face. He can’t tell if this man is being serious or not. “Bing-ge, I have a dick. Between my legs,” he adds in case the message isn’t clear enough. “And I’m straight!”
Bing-ge hums, tracing a finger along Shen Yuan’s jawline before hooking underneath on the point of his chin. His thumb brushes over Shen Yuan’s lower lip before gently pulling it down. Shen Yuan’s breath catches in his throat as Bing-ge leans down till only an inch separates the distance between their lips.
“You’re my wife,” he whispers. “Why should this husband let that prevent me from pleasing my wife who has bewitched me and stolen my heart, body and soul?”
Even as a straight man, Shen Yuan can’t help the way his heart flutters uncontrollably at these impossibly sweet words from Bing-ge’s lips.
This man ... he really had such a way with words that Shen Yuan can easily be convinced that he’s the real deal.
Fuck, he’s so flustered now that he can't even find his voice to refute Bing-ge, not with the way his knees feel so weak and the way the lower half of his body tingles with …. —
Oh no.
He can't possibly be getting hard at this, right?
What happened to being straight??
And agh why the fuck is he getting hard at being called 'wife' by Bing-ge???
The corners of Bing-ge's mouth curves upwards into a smirk. "Oh?" he whispers, amused. "You like that."
"L-like what?" Shen Yuan stutters in an attempt to put up a front. It's a miracle how he can even speak when he's torn between acknowledging this random boner for this guy and debating whether he's still straight if he's hard for another man.
Bing-ge chuckles. "You like being called my wife," he states.
Shen Yuan can’t stop the tiny whimper escaping him.
Delighted by his reaction, Bing-ge continues, “My dear Yuanyuan, my beloved wife. Won't you indulge this husband and let me make love to you?" he asks.
Shen Yuan swears he feels his soul leave his body, all his blood flowing south to where his cock is aching for attention. He doesn't think he's ever felt this hard in his life, and he's certain has never felt so close to the edge from words alone (well, maybe the kissing and fondling before this helped but ... he can't deny this man has such a way with his words).
A hand touches him down there, palming at his leaking cock through the fabric.
Shen yuan hears himself moan, his hips bucking up at the touch. "Bing-ge." He doesn't know whether he's pleading for him to take him now against the wall or for him to touch him and relieve him of his need and do whatever he likes after.
Either way or both.
(Shen Yuan realizes that he doesn’t care at this point. Bing-ge can do whatever he likes with him, and Shen Yuan is certain he’ll like it anyway.)
Shen Yuan soon finds himself in bed, his clothes on the floor along with his wig and other accessories he had on his person. He has nothing but his underwear on, a tent where his cock is straining against the fabric and a dark patch where his precum is leaking through.
He looks up at the man before him who's undressing himself. Although his hanfu has many layers, Bing-ge removes them deftly as if he’s done this plenty of times before. All while maintaining eye contact with Shen Yuan.
Despite himself, Shen Yuan can't bring himself to look away, even if his face feels hot enough that he can literally combust from the embarrassment.
On the other hand, Bing-ge appears delighted by his rapt attention. The corners of his lips are curved into a smirk and every micro-reaction Shen Yuan makes to this show doesn’t go unnoticed by the sharp focus of his gaze.
Soon, Shen Yuan is blessed with the sight of his husband's — Bing-ge's naked body. It looks as if it had been lovingly sculpted by the gods themselves, completing the image of a woman's wet dream with that Adonis physique, long luscious hair cascading down his back and —
Shen Yuan's mouth goes dry at the sight of his cock, which is also in character and deserving of the title of 'Heavenly Pillar'.
Is there anything this cosplayer doesn't have that aligns with Luo Binghe in canon?
Shen Yuan's breath catches in his throat as Bing-ge’s hands slide up against his sides, closing around the waistband of his underwear. He slips it off, allowing Shen Yuan’s cock to spring free. It drools pitifully against his stomach, its flushed color standing out against the pale skin of his abdomen.
Heat rushes into Shen Yuan’s cheeks when he catches Bing-ge staring at his dick. He grows all too aware of his own size; compared to Bing-ge, his cock is tiny. “I know, I’m not that big,” he mumbles self-consciously.
“I think Baobei is perfect.”
Shen Yuan’s eyes grow wide.
Bing-ge’s wraps his fingers around Shen Yuan’s small cock. It looks dwarfed in his hand yet Bing-ge purrs, “This husband likes Yuanyuan’s clit very much.”
Perhaps in another situation, Shen Yuan may not have accepted his cock being referred to as that. But considering the times he had that little thrill inside him from seeing himself dressed like a lady, being mistaken as a girl by a few people at the con, and being called ‘wife’ by Bing-ge several times, maybe … maybe he doesn’t mind being feminized as much as he thought he’d be.
It’s all for fun anyway, right?
Shen Yuan is straight. And if he is to go by that logic, wouldn’t allowing himself to be treated like a woman mean he technically isn’t being gay if he lets Bing-ge have his way with him?
It makes sense. (It has to.)
His cock — or clit — twitches in Bing-ge’s hand as he wraps his hand around it. With a smirk, Bing-ge strokes his clit and Shen Yuan arches his back with a loud moan.
Heat gathers at the pit of Shen Yuan’s abdomen, drawing him under the waves of pleasure as Bing-ge jerks him off. He swipes his thumb over the drooling slit, gathering pre-cum over his thumb and rubbing it along the length of Shen Yuan’s clit to make his strokes glide easier. His other hand comes up to Shen Yuan’s chest, tweaking his nipples.
Shen Yuan sobs, unable to stop himself from writhing at Bing-ge’s touch. His hips are moving on their own accord, thrusting up into Bing-ge’s hand. He never thought he liked having his nipples played with but every time Bing-ge’s fingers roll a hardened nub or tug playfully at it, wanton noises he never made before fall easily past his lips.
Up until this moment, he never knew it was possible to feel this good from being touched.
His moans turn into a gasp when something warm and wet runs up along the underside of his clit, his hips stuttering at the new sensation. His eyes fly open to find Bing-ge between his legs with his tongue stuck out between his lips.
Shen Yuan barely gets a word out when Bing-ge drags his tongue up along his clit. He whimpers instead, watching as Bing-ge licks him languidly, tasting him and humming in delight. He swipes his tongue over the tip of Shen Yuan’s clit, pulling a high-pitched whine from him.
Luo Binghe’s dark eyes gleam with a wicked light, never breaking away from Yuanyuan’s gaze. He shifts on his stomach slightly, ignoring the aching need between his legs in favor of wrapping his lips around Yuanyuan’s clit and taking him whole.
Yuanyuan is so small that he doesn’t even reach the back of his throat even when Luo Binghe’s nose buries into the soft nest of pubic hair. He can feel his cock twitch inside his mouth as Yuanyuan cries, grabbing his hair.
Cute, he thinks. He isn’t doing anything special in particular, merely bobbing his head as he sucked and licking at intervals, nothing at all like the things his wives would do with their hands and tongues yet Yuanyuan reacts to him as if he’s been driven insane with pleasure.
Tears stain the corners of his eyes, his face flushed pink, as he makes the most delightfully lewd noises for his 'husband'.
A hot satisfaction passes through Luo Binghe. It’s been a long time since sex has been this exciting for him. Perhaps it’s because he finally found this world’s version of Shen Qingqiu. He’s not the exact copy of the Shen Qingqiu he met but deep down, Luo Binghe knows his search will come to an end if he can convince him to come back to his world with him.
Or maybe it’s because of the fact that this man, who claims to be ‘straight’, is so desperate for him that he’d pretend to be his wife and allow Luo Binghe to seduce him.
Either way, this is the most fun he's had with someone in bed.
Luo Binghe exhales gently, letting his breath warm Yuanyuan’s skin, before placing a soft kiss on his puckered hole. It twitches against his lips as if trying to kiss him back when Yuanyuan gasps, lifting his head to look. Color tinges his cheeks as Luo Binghe kisses his hole again.
“N-not down there,” Yuanyuan protests, trying to move Luo Binghe’s face away by tugging gently on his hair. “It’s dirty.”
Luo Binghe gives his hole a playful lick before craning his neck up. “Dirty?” he echoes. “Nonsense. Nothing about my wife is ‘dirty.’”
Shen Yuan blushes, shifting slightly on the mattress. “It’s ticklish too,” he mumbles.
“But does it feel bad when Husband does it?”
“… No.”
Luo Binghe tilts his head, eyebrows arched with a slight upwards curve of his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he leans again towards Yuanyuan’s hole and when Yuanyuan doesn’t stop him, he continues where he left off.
Wanting to ease Yuanyuan into the feeling, Luo Binghe kisses his inner thighs, slowly making his way down back towards the hole again. This time, Yuanyuan doesn’t protest as he licks around the rim, instead whimpering when Luo Binghe lets his tongue dip inside of him a few times.
Having lived for a long time, Luo BInghe has learned about his powers, which included altering certain properties of his body to his advantage. Although he prefers using oils for lubrication, his demonic powers allow him to change the effects of his saliva so that it can be used for that purpose.
Yuanyuan’s hole is moist and slick from Luo Binghe’s tongue now but for extra precaution, he gathers saliva in his mouth before spitting on his hole. It flutters, the movement causing some of the fluid to drip inside him.
Experimentally, Luo Binghe slides a finger inside him and is rewarded with a moan.
Yuanyuan’s inner walls feel incredibly soft, enveloping his fingers with warmth. Luo Binghe’s breathing goes uneven, just for a moment, as his cock twitches at the thought of being inside Yuanyuan, fucking that ‘cunt’ of his and making him cry out his name.
Luo Binghe groans, and with great effort, forces down the heat of his lust to the back of his mind. He still needs to loosen Yuanyuan up lest he hurts him with his size when he makes love to him.
With his other hand, Luo Binghe plays Yuanyuan’s clit, stroking it while he fingers his tight hole. He inserts another finger into his hole, the digit sliding past the slick entrance easily.
Yuanyuan keens, unable to control his own body as his hips buckle up into Luo Binghe’s hand stroking his clit and pulling back to meet the fingers thrusting into his pussy.
Luo Binghe locates the small bundle of nerves inside, a small bump along his inner walls, and crooks his fingers.
“A-ah, Bing-ge!” Yuanyuan cries out.
“Yes, Baobei?” Feeling a little devious, Luo Binghe crooks his fingers again, pressing down on that little spot. A grin tugs at his lips when he manages to cut off Yuanyuan in midsentence. He knows he isn’t being fair, playing Yuanyuan like this, but he can't help but tease the boy. “What’s wrong?” he asks, eyes glittering with mischief.
When Yuanyuan sucks in even the tiniest breath in an attempt to speak, Luo Binghe either crooks his fingers to rub that spot inside him or swipes his thumb over the underside and the head of Yuanyuan’s clit, causing him to break off with a whine.
Luo Binghe meant to tease him until he teeters on the edge but he accidentally goes too far, the sign being Yuanyuan violently tensing before he cums. White liquid spurts onto his pale tummy as he sobs while Luo Binghe milks his orgasm out of him. He goes limp, panting softly as he catches his breath.
At the sight of Yuanyuan covered in his own cum, his face flushed a rosy shade of pink, and looking up through his eyelashes in a daze, Luo Binghe allows his desire to take over his senses. Lifting Yuanyuan’s thighs, he wraps his legs around his waist, before lining the head of his cock over Yuanyuan’s puckered hole.
Still coming down from his climax, Shen Yuan barely registers the tip of Bing-ge’s cock nudging at his hole until he feels him enter. A breathy gasp escapes him, his arms wrapping around Bing-ge’s shoulders as Bing-ge slowly sheathes himself inside him.
Shen Yuan chokes back a moan, overwhelmed at how full he felt with Bing-ge’s cock inside him. He’s aware of Bing-ge’s size but he swears he somehow feels massive right now. And yet, the feeling isn’t unpleasant, if anything, he thinks he likes the slow burn of being stretched out like this and being stuffed full with Bing-ge’s cock. His hole clenches around Bing-ge, causing them both to moan.
“Fuck, Yuanyuan’s cunt is so tight.” Bing-ge’s voice is low and ragged in Shen Yuan’s ear, the raspiness of it making Shen Yuan whimper.
Between their bodies, Shen Yuan’s clit twitches at his words. He buries his face in the crook of Bing-ge’s neck shamefully. “H-husband is so big,” he whimpers.
Bing-ge chuckles. His hips roll teasingly into Shen Yuan, the movement eliciting a mewl from him. “Yuanyuan is doing so well,” he murmurs.
Shen Yuan begs to differ, but only because he doesn’t have the same composure Bing-ge does when he starts fucking him.
Eyes squeezed shut and clinging to Bing-ge by the shoulders, all Shen Yuan can do is do his best to hang on as the waves of pleasure wash over him again. Desperate and lewd noises fall from his lips, joining the obscene sounds of their lovemaking — the wet slap of skin on skin, the bed creaking underneath them and Bing-ge groaning into his ear.
When Bing-ge hits that spot inside him, Shen Yuan’s back arches off the mattress, presenting his pink nipples. Bing-ge seizes the chance to suck on those sensitive nubs, causing Shen Yuan to keen against him. He digs his nails into Bing-ge’s back but that only encourages Bing-ge to fuck him harder.
He’s vaguely aware of the incoherent stream of words leaving him but he hears Bing-ge’s voice clearly, telling him how good he feels, what a good wife he is and how he wanted to fill them up with their children. The words go straight into his drooling clit, soft but aching from neglect.
“Please … touch me,” he gasps against Bing-ge. “Husband.”
Upon hearing him call him that, Bing-ge groans. He reaches between their bodies, his hand wrapping around Shen Yuan’s poor neglected clit, and strokes it.
It doesn’t take Shen Yuan long to fall apart, sobbing as he cums, while his vision goes black from the overwhelming pleasure.
But Bing-ge isn’t done with him, maintaining the brutal pace and force until Shen Yuan is crying from the overstimulation underneath him. When he finally cums, sinking his teeth into Shen Yuan’s skin with an animalistic growl, Shen Yuan can only moan weakly at the sensation of something hot and wet filling his insides.
Luo Binghe pulls out of Yuanyuan, satisfaction blooming in his chest as his seed dribbles out of his wife’s cunt. His eyes flicker towards Yuanyuan’s face. The poor little thing must be exhausted from his first time, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggles to stay awake.
An unexpected tenderness fills Luo Binghe at the sight. He reaches for the covers, pulls Yuanyuan close to him before throwing the covers over them. Yuanyuan makes a tiny noise of surprise before his body relaxes. He melts, letting Luo Binghe pepper his face with kisses.
“Yuanyuan did so well,” Luo Binghe whispers, caressing Yuanyuan’s cheek. “As expected of my wife.”
Yuanyuan doesn’t reply but the corners of his mouth quirk slightly upwards.
Luo Binghe smiles, patting his head. He runs his fingers through Yuanyuan’s hair. He’s a little annoyed that it’s short at the moment but perhaps he can convince Yuanyuan to grow them out longer when he takes him back to his world.
“Would Yuanyuan like to come home with me?” asks Luo Binghe.
Whatever Yuanyuan’s answer to that question may be, he will be coming home with Luo Binghe whether he wants to or not. Luo Binghe already made that mistake once with that other version of Shen Qingqiu. He won’t be making it again, especially considering how long it took him to find this Yuanyuan.
Yet deep down, he can’t help the flutter of nervousness at Yuanyuan’s reply. He always preferred having women join his harem willingly because it made things easier and more convenient if they did.
Luo Binghe would go to great lengths to make this version of Shen Qingqiu stay, should it come down to it, but …
He wants this Shen Qingqiu — no, his Yuanyuan — to choose him for once.
Yuanyuan nuzzles into him. He’s silent for a few heartbeats, long enough that Luo Binghe’s throat threatens to close up as panic, dread and worry expands inside him when …
“I’m your wife …” Yuanyuan mumbles despite his sleepiness “Of course … I’ll go … with you …”
That’s all Luo Binghe needs to hear.