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The world was spinning as Xue Meng was laid out on a table, his entire body blazing hot. He watched through blurry eyes as Mei HanXue quickly prepared the antidote to the poison running through his veins.

Mei HanXue’s hair was windswept from his rush to bring Xue Meng back to Sisheng Peak, to safety. Cold jade-colored eyes were narrowed in focus as he measured out the ingredients, a harsh line of worry between his brows.

Even in his poison-addled state, Xue Meng couldn’t help but stare at his long fingers as he worked, his face becoming strangely hot.

That particular reaction had been happening with more and more frequency lately. He’d settled into his role as the Sect Leader of Sisheng Peak and had also grown up quite a lot, according to his Shizun. He’d become much more calm, mature… healed. Then, it was like everything his two closest friends, a pair of identical twins, did now unsettled him. Like, right now… why were his fingers so mesmerizing!? They were just fingers!?

“Ziming,” Mei HanXue said, as he finished up. “It’s ready.”

Xue Meng felt ill at the sight of the medicine and shook his head as Mei HanXue sat him upright on the table. “My stomach hurts- I can’t.” It was true, his stomach ached so bad right now, he felt he’d vomit if anything were to touch it.

“You’ll die if you don’t,” Mei HanXue said, his was cold. “Take it.”

“No!” Xue Meng mumbled, delirious, pushing at the other man and moving to attempt to stand up from the table. “You can’t tell me what to do…” he nearly collapsed but strong hands caught him and hauled him back to the table.

Mei HanXue eyed him with cold fury. One of his hands was gripping Xue Meng at his waist, the other pressed against his chest to keep him upright. Their faces were inches apart, so close Xue Meng could see every individual shade of green in Mei HanXue’s jade eyes. How beautiful. “There’s been a misunderstanding, Xue Meng, I’m not fucking asking you. I’m telling you.”

“You can’t make me!” Xue Meng managed to shout, too delirious from the poison to see reason. He smacked at Mei HanXue’s chest as the other man kept him firmly on the table with little to no effort. That was another thing that had been happening lately. The manhandling. The twins had always done it, truly, but lately… it was as if they were always touching him. It was driving him mad with confusion. Just like right now, he was angry at being told what to do when he’d clearly just told this man his stomach hurts, but he also wants to lean into his touch and be comforted. That freaked Xue Meng out to no end, so his next best thing was to escape these situations altogether.

Mei HanXue rolled his eyes at Xue Meng’s efforts to break free before he brought the medicine to his own lips. Xue Meng had just opened his mouth to ask why he’d drink it himself when Mei HanXue’s lips covered his own. The bitter liquid flowed into Xue Meng’s mouth, and he struggled against Mei HanXue as the other man forced his head back, forcing him to swallow in order to avoid discomfort. When Mei HanXue pulled away, Xue Meng sputtered, choking on the bitter aftertaste of the medicine. He didn’t have much time to recover before Mei HanXue’s lips met his again, forcing him to drink more.

This went on until the entire dosage was taken, each time Mei HanXue’s mouth met Xue Meng’s he was met with less and less resistance. The hands that were initially hitting at his chest in alarm now gripped his robes as if to keep the other man from pulling away.

After the final bit of the medicine was forced into Xue Meng’s body, Mei HanXue pulled away to stare at Xue Meng’s face, taking note that the color was returning to his face and his eyes had gone from unfocused to clear. “Why can’t you just do what you’re told?” he whispered, his chest heaving. He had a strange look on his face, as if in pain.

Xue Meng wanted to ask him what was wrong but in that moment, he realized that Mei HanXue was standing in between his spread legs with Xue Meng’s inner thighs perched on his hips as if they belonged there. Xue Meng blushed, dazed by the reminder of what had just occurred… what had just occurred? That wasn’t kissing… technically. Yet somehow it felt like it was. Xue Meng wasn’t given any time to sit in his own confusion.

Mei HanXue’s expression flickered and he seemed to come to a decision. He leaned forward, licking a stray drop that leaked out the corner of Xue Meng’s mouth, his tongue dragging up his chin to the corner of his lips, slowly and deliberately. “Was that so bad?” he murmured against Xue Meng’s lips, his grip on Xue Meng’s waist tightening in response to the other man’s shiver.

“It was,” Xue Meng rasped out, breathless. He kept eye contact with Mei HanXue, entranced by the different flecks of green in his eyes. Just what the fuck was happening right now!? “So bad, fucking terrible… don’t-” he was cut off as their lips met again, this time without the excuse of medicine. Mei HanXue’s lips were surprisingly soft, a contrast to the physical force behind the kiss, the way he gripped the back of Xue Meng’s head and held him in place as he devoured his mouth, all tongue and teeth. Xue Meng could even taste a faint note of copper in their kiss, the metallic taste of blood.

Xue Meng whimpered his hands moving from the lapels of Mei HanXue’s robes to curl around his neck. Mei HanXue’s hand that had been resting Xue Meng’s waist tightened at the sound and Xue Meng felt himself get pushed back until he was laying flat on the table, Mei HanXue’s body looming over him, still standing between his spread legs. Their groins were lined up, rubbing against one another in desperate tandem, while Mei HanXue’s kisses turned mercilessly rough. The table creaked beneath their shifting weight as both men grew increasingly worked up.

Xue Meng, up until this point, had never been kissed. Hell, he’d focused so hard on his cultivation and then on being a good leader that he was nearing thirty and had never so much as held a girl’s hand… but now he was moaning and pushing himself against Mei HanXue, as if he could crawl inside the other man’s skin. Everything was so much and not enough at once, so hot yet not hot enough. He felt Mei HanXue’s tongue enter his mouth, and he whimpered as he took it, still clinging desperately to his best friend as he clumsily tried to kiss back.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Xue Meng gasped, finally catching his breath as Mei HanXue moved to press a kiss to his neck. “Stop- Ah! Mei HanXue! Ah- Gege~” he dissolved into whines as Mei HanXue began biting and sucking on the sensitive skin to his neck. He giggled, as if hysterical. Then, he became aware of something.

Something hard… and very large… was poking him, rubbing against him through their thin pants. Worse, Xue Meng had also grown hard. He felt like he’d been splashed with cold water. What the hell had he been doing!? He channeled spiritual energy into his palm and smacked Mei HanXue in the chest hard enough to send him across the room.

Xue Meng was blushing, pulling at his disheveled clothing. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” he shouted, his voice strangely high pitched. “Someone could’ve seen us!”

Mei HanXue stood up, also adjusting his robes. His cool demeanor was still in place but there was something fiery hot in his usually cold eyes. “What makes you think I’d care if someone saw us?”

“No!” Xue Meng shouted as the man stepped toward him. He held up a shaking hand. “You- You took advantage of me while I was sick!” He roared, his face turning even brighter red. “I’m not a cutsleeve!”

“Really?” Mei HanXue said, his eyes cooling rapidly. “You could’ve fooled me, with the way you were moaning and rubbing your ass against me.”

“I’ll kill you!” Xue Meng shouted, embarrassed tears springing to his eyes. He grabbed for Longcheng, which had, at some point, ended up on the table next to him.

Mei HanXue was back in his space then, gripping Xue Meng’s wrist on the arm that held his weapon. He pressed the blade to the side of his throat, eyeing Xue Meng coldly. “Do it. You said I took advantage of you, didn’t I? Kill me, then.”

Xue Meng’s anger died in an instant and he tossed Longcheng to the side. Admittedly, Mei HanXue truly hadn’t done anything wrong. Xue Meng was full of turbulent emotions; his tears began to flow freely. Mei HanXue’s eyes softened. “Xue Meng…”

“I just remembered I have… um… Sect Leader stuff… to attend to” Xue Meng choked out, batting at Mei HanXue’s hands that had moved to cup his cheeks. He got up from the table and all but ran from the room.

So much for growing up, maturing, and healing.

“Shizun, you have a visitor. Mei Hanxue from Taxue Palace.”

“Tell him to fuck off,” Xue Meng muttered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“What?” his disciple asked, sure he’d heard incorrectly.

“I said to send him in,” Xue Meng told him, setting down the ledger he was reading over. The disciple moved to comply, and Xue Meng quickly spoke up. “Leave the door open! Don’t close it behind him when you send him in here!”

His disciple bowed, clearly confused, before leaving the room. The twins often visited Sisheng Peak and were permitted everywhere, including Xue Meng’s bedroom. To be told to send one of the twins to the office with an open door was… new. A few moments later, a familiar figure was at the door, leaning against the door frame with crossed arms.

“Ziming, you haven’t spoken to me in weeks. What did my ge do to piss you off this time and why am I catching strays from it?” Mei Hanxue asked. He was smiling, the sun behind him turning his hair into shimmering gold. Xue Meng got that strange feeling again and cleared his throat, looking down at the ledger in his hand.

“None of your business. What are you here for?” Xue Meng asked, relieved it was the younger twin. He definitely didn’t want to face the elder twin now, or ever. “I have things to do.”

“I need help with a ghost,” Mei Hanxue told him, waving a hand. “It’s been wreaking havoc on a nearby village, placing people under aphrodisiac poison spells and such.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Xue Meng asked, raising a brow. He didn’t bother looking up from his ledger. “Can’t someone from Taxue Palace help you? Where is your brother?” He internally cringed. Why did he have to ask that!? He was going to make it incredibly obvious something had happened and if Mei Hanxue found out… there would never be an end to the teasing. Xue Meng might as well throw himself off the highest point of the AAAAAHHHH cliffs.

“Does Mo Ran help you with every little thing or do you sometimes invite a different friend?” Mei Hanxue asked, as a way of answering. He moved forward as he spoke to perch on the edge of Xue Meng’s desk, as he always did. “Besides, I need a virgin who is pure of heart.”

Xue Meng’s head whipped up from his ledger at that. “What!?”

“I need a virgin who is pure of heart?” Mei Hanxue repeated, picking up a new art piece that Xue Meng had added to his desk and examining it, unconcerned by Xue Meng’s clear agitation. “My ge is a virgin but he’s not pure of heart. You, however, are.”

Xue Meng blushed, remembering the event from a few weeks ago, and Mei Hanxue caught this, raising an eyebrow. “You… are pure of heart… aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!” Xue Meng snapped, tossing the ledger on the desk in front of himself. “What the hell kind of question is that?” He sighed, standing up and grabbing his sword. “I’ll come, let’s go ahead and set out.”

The two stepped on their swords as soon as they were outside and set off. As they flew, Mei Hanxue’s words caught up to Xue Meng. Mei HanXue wasn’t pure of heart? Was there someone he wanted? Xue Meng’s stomach curled at the thought. Perhaps it was better then, that he’d ended things before they escalated that night. He wouldn’t want to be caught in a mess between Mei HanXue and whatever woman he’d set his sights on.

He was still thinking about this when he and Mei Hanxue arrived at their destination.

“Mengmeng, do you have something on your mind?” Mei Hanxue teased, his eyes sparkling. “Are you worried the ghost will get you?”

Xue Meng was enraged. “I’m not scared of a ghost!”

“It’s not a spooky ghost though, it’s a sexy one,” Mei Hanxue continued to tease, his grin growing as he reached out to grab Xue Meng’s waist. “If didi is scared, we can always share a room for the night.” WHY WAS HE ALWAYS DOING THAT!?

“Like hell,” Xue Meng snapped. He harshly smacked at the hand on his waist before storming away in the direction of the village elder, who was waiting for them at the center of the village square. It was well past dinnertime, and most villagers had gone to bed, so he was fairly easy to spot.

The village elder gave them the rundown of the situation. Essentially, as Mei Hanxue had said, a ghost was casting aphrodisiac poisons on unsuspecting villagers in the dead of night, making the whole village nothing more than a den of debauchery. However, those who were virgins and pure of heart, by that meaning, having had no romantic love in their heart, were not afflicted with such spells.

“We’re a small humble village and our inn is currently full, as other cultivators have come to help, as well,” the village elder was saying to Mei Hanxue while Xue Meng was lost in thought. “We only have one room available, I’m sorry.”

Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue exchanged a look, one agitated and one amused. Xue Meng, however, was a Sect Leader, and couldn’t embarrass Sisheng Peak by being rude. He bowed in respect. “No need to apologize. My friend and I are as close as sworn brothers so sharing accommodations won’t be an issue.”

A few minutes later, when their inn room door was closed behind them, Mei Hanxue burst out laughing. “Sworn brothers!?”

“I was being polite, stop making it weird,” Xue Meng snapped, his face flushing in embarrassment. “I’m taking the bed, by the way.”

Mei Hanxue just laughed in response but grabbed the extra pillow and bedding that had been provided and made a pallet on the floor. “Goodnight, Ziming.”

“We’re barely going to be sleeping,” Xue Meng reminded him, settling in to the bed.

“It won’t come for us if we’re awake,” Mei Hanxue reminded him. “It wants to catch people at their most vulnerable.”

“Maybe it’ll take you off my hands,” Xue Meng said, smirking.

“That hurts my feelings,” Mei Hanxue responded. He rolled over on the floor and sighed. Then he stretched, another sigh. He rolled again, a sigh followed.

“Get up here,” Xue Meng said after a few minutes of the theatrics, rolling his eyes. “I can’t sleep with all your drama.” It wasn’t a big deal, they used to share a bed all the time when they were kids. Nothing had really changed since then save for they were adults now. Sure, Mei Hanxue had grown up to be tall and so dazzling it hurt to look at but… well there was no but. Xue Meng felt he was much better looking anyway and for that reason, couldn’t wrap his head around his current fixation. Was it because Mo Ran and Chu Wanning had one another? Did he just feel left behind?

“Oh, Sect Leader Xue is most gracious,” Mei Hanxue said, happily bringing his bedding with him and climbing in next to Xue Meng.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Xue Meng warned. “Don’t push your luck. I’m not one of your dumb girls.”

“I’ll be good,” Mei Hanxue promised, laying on his side, facing him. “And don’t worry, I’d never mistake you for one of those girls.”

Xue Meng seemed satisfied with that answer and fell asleep mere moments later, as if Mei Hanxue being in the bed didn’t truly bother him at all. As if he felt safe.

Mei Hanxue didn’t sleep for a long time, instead staring at the soft lashes that dusted Xue Meng’s cheeks, the rosy pink lips that usually poured venom, the soft angle of his cheeks. Mei Hanxue reached out and brushed a stray hair from Xue Meng’s face, whispering in the darkness. “Do you want to know why I wouldn’t make that mistake, didi?” There was no answer, just the soft puffs of Xue Meng’s breathing as he slept. “I’ll tell you a secret. It’s because you’re more beautiful than them,” he whispered. “More interesting than them… you’d love this if you were awake, being told how perfect you are.” He allowed himself another touch of Xue Meng’s soft hair before he finally fell asleep as well.

Xue Meng heard a creaking noise and his eyes snapped open as he sat up. Mei Hanxue was asleep next to him. He shook the other man, but he didn’t wake up. In the corner of the room, a figure emerged from shadows.

She was beautiful, in a severe almost eerie way, and wore wedding robes. She smiled, her lips as red as blood, as she saw Xue Meng watching her. “You’re an interesting thing,” she said.

Xue Meng grabbed for Longcheng, which he’d kept on his side while sleeping, and crawled out of the bed, his eyes never leaving the ghost. “What did you do to my friend?”

“He’s your friend? Not your lover?” She asked, her tone dripped in mockery. “I can see your heart… there’s two men there. Do they both know?” She laughed, a shrill and cruel sound. She examined her blood red nails as if Xue Meng wasn’t pointing a sword at her. “Wait, of course they don’t. What man in his right mind would settle for sharing with his own brother?”

“Show’s how much you know,” Xue Meng laughed in response, settling into a battle stance. “They’re my friends. My straight friends. We’re all straight.”

The ghost blinked at him; her mocking demeanor was far gone. “You can’t be serious,” she said. Xue Meng felt a twinge of annoyance at that. Was she trying to imply he’d lie about such a thing!? Xue Meng lunged at her, and she dodged, still seemingly caught off guard by Xue Meng’s earlier words.  

They exchanged blows, breaking furniture and causing a commotion. Mei Hanxue slept through all of it, as the ghost clearly had him under sort of sleep spell. “Let my friend go!” Xue Meng roared, stabbing at her.

She smiled as she dodged. “Very well. I’ll be sure he has something pleasant to wake up to.” As she spoke, the room began to fill with a red mist.

Xue Meng fought to hold his breath, but the mist seemed to penetrate into his body and into his lungs without him having to breathe it in. Mei Hanxue began to stir, looking around the room in sleep-addled confusion. “What did I miss? What beauty is this?” he asked, leaning back lazily with that dazzling smile he turns on his conquests.

“She’s the fucking ghost, you fucking horndog idiot! Help me!” Xue Meng snapped, his body growing unbearable hot. Poisoned twice in just a few weeks was actually embarrassing for a cultivator of his status and he was very much pissed about the whole thing at this point.

Mei Hanxue was unbothered as he grabbed his zither. “What’s the red stuff?”

“What do you think!? Stay away from it!” Xue Meng shouted, still trying and failing to land a solid hit on the ghost.

“Too late,” Mei Hanxue laughed, and Xue Meng noted the red was swirling around his body, soaking in. “I’ll be fine.” He strummed the zither and the red mist in the room began to disperse and the ghost’s movements faltered, the tune clearly bothering her.

Xue Meng finally landed a hit, plunging Longcheng through her. She stared at the blade sunk inside of her and then looked up at Xue Meng with a bloody smile. “I was actually going to let you off easy… but so be it.” She began to dissolve into black smoke and that black smoke sunk into Xue Meng’s skin, absorbing inside of him.

The unbearably hot feeling became so unbearable Xue Meng collapsed to the floor, panting. His abdomen ached and felt strange, as if his insides were changing.

Hands were on him and he made a noise, leaning into the touch. They felt so… good. He wanted to be touched more. If he was touched more, it wouldn’t hurt so badly.

“Ziming! What’s wrong!? Talk to me!” Mei Hanxue was shaking his shoulders in alarm. He didn’t know what that black smoke was, but it was clearly not reacting well with the red mist that Xue Meng had inhaled.

Xue Meng eyed him with glassy unfocused eyes before crawling in his lap, his breathing was barely more than panting gasps, a clear tent in his pants. “Gege…”

“Gege is here,” Mei Hanxue assured him, taking a deep breath to center himself. A lap full of Xue Meng was both a blessing and a curse. “Where does it hurt?” He put his hands on a respectful spot on Xue Meng’s waist and the noise that followed had Mei Hanxue tightening his grip to not let his hands wander. “Xue Meng, talk to me.”

“It hurts everywhere,” Xue Meng gasped out, wiggling in Mei Hanxue’s lap. “Make it stop…”

“I’ll find us women to help with the aphrodisiac spell,” Mei Hanxue said, focusing on anything but the friction on his cock with only two thin layers of clothing between them. Women. He needed to find them both women.

“What!?” Xue Meng asked, pulling back. His eyes were clear, if only for a moment.

“Women. I saw a brothel,” Mei Hanxue explained. “If you don’t release with someone you’ll die.”

“I don’t want a woman to see my penis,” Xue Meng cried, his big brown eyes reddening. “You jerk!”

“Fine? I’ll go get myself a woman then,” Mei Hanxue said, not actually meaning it. If Xue Meng didn’t get this taken care of, he’d die, and his aphrodisiac poison seemed much stronger than his own. Mei Hanxue was mostly struggling to fight the hard on that was forming. Why did Xue Meng have to look like that?

“You’ll just leave me like this!” Xue Meng all but shouted, his reddened eyes turning glassy. “You jerk!”

The jerk stared at Xue Meng, helpless. “I don’t know what you want me to do…”

“Stop talking and just do something,” Xue Meng whined, his face flushed. His voice became small. “Just… just don’t talk about it.”

Mei Hanxue froze, his hands tightening on Xue Meng’s waist. Surely… surely, he was misunderstanding.

“Ziming, what am I not supposed to talk about?”

Xue Meng whined, burying his face in Mei Hanxue’s chest and shaking his head.

“If you don’t use your words, I won’t touch you,” Mei Hanxue said, his voice rough. “Xue Meng, just say ‘touch me’ and I’ll do it. Just use your words.”

“… touch me, gege,” Xue Meng mumbled against his chest, shuddering with another wave of whatever crazy aphrodisiac the ghost had inflicted upon him.

Mei Hanxue scooped Xue Meng up and carried him to the bed before laying him out on it. “I didn’t want it to be like this,” Mei Hanxue told him, leaning over the other man to unfasten his robes. His movements were tender, gentle. “I’m not even sure I’d call this consent, but you’d otherwise die, wouldn’t you? I’d die too,” he sighed. Indeed, that was a natural consequence of a lack of mutual release following aphrodisiac poison. They’d both been hit with the red poison, which was strong enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to make you lose your head. Xue Meng had absorbed that strange black smoke, and it clearly had a much stronger effect. This, however, wasn’t Mei Hanxue’s first time experiencing aphrodisiacs and he could at least keep a clear head, even if the end result would be the same if he didn’t seek release.

Xue Meng stared at his hands as they pushed his robes over his shoulders, his mind muddled too much to truly understand what Mei Hanxue was saying. Xue Meng robes fell like silk down his arms, exposing smooth milky skin wrapped around lean muscle. God, his waist was even smaller without his robes on. Mei Hanxue knelt before him and slid Xue Meng’s pants down his legs.

“What about you?” came a small voice from in front of him. Mei Hanxue looked up at Xue Meng, who was staring at him with dark eyes. “Aren’t you going to be naked too? I don’t want to be the only one naked.” He looked so nervous, even with such strong poisons clouding his mind. It made Mei Hanxue’s heart ache.

“I’ll take mine off too then,” Mei Hanxue told him, offering him a teasing smile. “Since didi asks so nicely.” Xue Meng blushed and looked away as Mei Hanxue removed his own clothes. He didn’t even look at Mei Hanxue when he began pressing gentle kisses to his neck. “Ziming, you asked for me to be naked, but you didn’t even look,” he chuckled softly. “So cute.”

Xue Meng, as addled as his brain was at this point, couldn’t tolerate being called cute. He looked up at the man looming over him with a glare. “I’m not-” he was cut off with a kiss, intense and alarmingly skilled. He sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Mei Hanxue’s neck as he was guided back further on the bed.

Mei Hanxue wanted to give something a quick try before needlessly taking Xue Meng’s virginity if he can avoid it. He lined up his own cock with Xue Meng’s, shuddering at the brush of their joined skin. He’d been with countless women, but Xue Meng was the only person that was capable of making him feel even the smallest touches so intensely.

Xue Meng jumped at the contact with a startled yelp, covering his face. Mei Hanxue grabbed his hands and pinned them onto the mattress above his head, gripping them by the wrists with one hand while his other hand moved to grip their joined cocks. “Don’t be shy now, didi,” he soothed, purposely making eye contact with the man underneath him. “You asked gege to touch you, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Xue Meng gasped, his hips bucking upwards.

“I won’t shut up,” Mei Hanxue said, beginning to roll his hips into the motion. “Look at me, Xue Meng. You’re so beautiful like this, fuck, do you understand? You’re so vain, you should understand how fucking good you look.” His voice was growing rougher, his breathing harder.

Xue Meng’s face was entirely red, the blush spreading down his chest as he struggled to look away. It only riled Mei Hanxue up more.

“You have the right to be vain, baby,” Mei Hanxue leaned down and whispered in his ear. He felt Xue Meng shudder underneath him as he pressed a kiss to his ear. “With those big, beautiful eyes, your little waist, that cute little ass. So gorgeous, so perfect,” he continued, feeling Xue Meng’s movements become erratic underneath him as he approached his premature climax. “Xue Meng is the prettiest cultivator in the world,” he said, smirking as he felt a spurt of warmth between their joined chests. “Do you like that didi? Being told how pretty you are?” he pushed, not releasing Xue Meng’s cock even as he began begging.

“Gege stop, it hurts,” Xue Meng panted, his voice much clearer than it was before. “It hurts! Stop!”

“It doesn’t hurt, you’re just overwhelmed” Mei Hanxue corrected as he finally sat up. He gave him mercy nonetheless but as if in exchange, he grabbed one of Xue Meng’s pinned hands and brought it to his own cock, gripping around it with his own hand as he continued chasing his own pleasure.

“Why didn’t you…?” Xue Meng asked, something unfamiliar was flickering in his dark eyes. If Mei Hanxue didn’t know him better, he would’ve assumed it was insecurity.

“I’m close, don’t worry,” Mei Hanxue assured him, grunting as he made Xue Meng grip him tighter. Xue Meng was just staring in shock, as if he hadn’t fully grasped that Mei Hanxue’s cock had been out this entire time, or maybe the size threw him off. He was much bigger than Xue Meng. Much bigger.

“Do you really need me for this?” Xue Meng asked him suddenly.

“It has to be a mutual release, your body can tell the difference,” Mei Hanxue said.

“I guess you’d know,” Xue Meng said, his voice venomous.

He released the hand pinning Xue Meng’s wrist to the mattress and chose to press two fingers into Xue Meng’s mouth instead, as if to gag him. “You talk too much,” he sing-songed. “Suck.”

Xue Meng’s eyes flew wide in alarm, and he was gripping at Mei Hanxue’s wrist with his only free hand, attempting to pull it away from his mouth but physically, Mei Hanxue was stronger and he had the advantage.

“Suck,” he repeated. “Or I’ll touch your little cock again no matter how much you cry,” his voice was gentle but firm. Xue Meng could tell he wasn’t bluffing.

Obediently, Xue Meng began to suck, his clumsy and inexperienced tongue unsure what do with the fingers taking up so much space in his mouth. Mei Hanxue’s movements became more erratic as he approached his own climax. He suddenly removed the fingers from Xue Meng’s mouth and used that hand to lift one of Xue Meng’s slender legs over his shoulder.

“What- What are you doing!?” Xue Meng cried in alarm, his free hand smacking at Mei Hanxue. He felt something against his hole and he yelped, trying to squirm away.

“Relax, I just want to come here,” Mei Hanxue said, holding him still. “I’m not going to fuck you like this.”

“Come!?” Xue Meng shouted in alarm, as if his own come wasn’t all over his and Mei Hanxue’s chests. “Why would you want to do it there!?” he whined but quit struggling as Mei Hanxue pressed the head of his cock firmly against his hole, his and Xue Meng’s hands moving faster.

Mei Hanxue grunted as he spilled against Xue Meng’s hole, pressing against him as much as he could without penetrating so some of his cum made it inside. He released Xue Meng’s other hand and pressed both of his own hands next to Xue Meng’s head as he leaned down into his space and pressed a small kiss to his lips. “Feel better?”

Xue Meng was staring at him, clearly overwhelmed. He nodded after a moment.

“Was that so bad?” Mei Hanxue murmured against his lips, going in for a deeper kiss with tongue.

Alarmed, Xue Meng began hitting Mei Hanxue’s chest until he was freed from his entrapment underneath him. He stood up from the bed and walked away, his back to Mei Hanxue and his arms hugging his sides. He didn’t realize that the sight of him naked, all that pale smooth skin exposed with Mei Hanxue’s own spend dripping down his legs, was such an enticing sight to the other man.

Mistaking his reaction for more nervousness, Mei Hanxue smiled, unable to resist teasing him. He approached Xue Meng from behind, wrapping arms around his waist and pressing gentle kisses trailing from his shoulder and up his neck. “You look so pretty like this Ziming,” he said. “Don’t be shy.”

Xue Meng pouted and wouldn’t acknowledge him. Mei Hanxue couldn’t see his face but his but his ears were bright red.

Mei Hanxue pushed his luck. He leaned down, whispering in the shorter man’s ear. “Babygirl, why don’t you come on my cock next time?”

There was a sharp sting in his cheek, as quick as lightning, and he stood, stunned, as Xue Meng angrily tugged on his clothes and left in a rush. His shock wasn’t due to the slap, as he’d been half expecting that.

Mei Hanxue stood alone in the silence that followed, confused. Had Xue Meng been crying?

Xue Meng immediately sent out a message when he got to Sisheng Peak before shutting himself in his room. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything but lay down and cry more.

In just under a few hours, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were there.

“Gege,” Xue Meng said, looking to Mo Ran with a clear plea. Mo Ran smiled at Chu Wanning and Chu Wanning took the hint and excused himself, a worried frown creasing his perfect features.

“What’s wrong, Mengmeng?” Mo Ran asked, sitting down next to him on his bed.

Xue Meng threw himself onto the man he views as an older brother and burst into more sobs.

Mo Ran caught a whiff of a familiar smell clinging to Xue Meng, and he thought he understood what had happened. “Did someone…” he trailed off, so angry he couldn’t finish that sentence. If someone had hurt Xue Meng in that way, he was going to kill them. When he got ahold of them, they were going to meet not Mo Ran, but the emperor who had taken over the cultivation world. He was going to rip them apart, grind their bones, drink their blood-

“Mei HanXue kissed me,” Xue Meng sobbed. “I kissed him back.”

Mo Ran stayed silent, letting him finish because he knew there had to be more.

“Then Mei Hanxue and I went on a mission, and the ghost doused us in aphrodisiac poison and we… we…” he burst into sobs again.

“I’ll kill him,” Mo Ran promised. “Which one?”

“Why would you kill them?” Xue Meng sniffed, confused, pulling away from their hug. “What do you mean ‘which one?’”

Mo Ran stared at Xue Meng, beginning to actually understand what happened. Xue Meng stared back, still confused about what was running through his gege’s head.

“You… you fucked around with both of them?” Mo Ran asked him, genuinely shocked. He felt like he’d missed something important along the way. Since when was Xue Meng even interested in such things!? Since when were the twins into him!? Was he that blind!? What happened to Jiang Xi!?

“Yes,” Xue Meng sobbed, going back for his much needed hug. “I think they set me up because they both gave me this same stupid fucking line. ‘Was it really that bad?’” he repeated. His voice was wobbling, the heartbreak and shame clear with every word. “I know I’m different but teasing me like this… it’s really cruel, even for them.”

Mo Ran was back to murderous rage. “I can still kill them.”

“No, don’t kill them,” Xue Meng said, seemingly growing more upset. “Gege am I a slut?”

“You are absolutely not a slut,” Mo Ran said, his voice firm. “I would know, I’m a reformed slut,” he added, trying humor to make Xue Meng feel better. “There’s nothing wrong with what you did, and honestly nothing wrong with being promiscuous,” Mo Ran added, “people are just assholes and make up these arbitrary rules for things.”

Xue Meng pulled back, as if remembering where Mo Ran had been. He scrunched his nose. “Gross! Why would you mention that, you dog?”

“Speaking of gross,” Mo Ran said, helping Xue Meng off the bed and to his feet. “Let’s get you a private bath ran,” he said. “Rinse him… or them… off and then you’ll feel a bit better, if only a bit.”

“I have more feelings to talk about,” Xue Meng cried, breaking into more sobs. “I don’t want you to leave yet!”

“Then we’ll talk while you’re in the bath.”

A while later, Mo Ran found himself sitting on the floor of the bathing room while Xue Meng sat in the tub, essentially coming out as gay without realizing. This whole situation was honestly throwing him for a loop, and he closed his eyes, sighing. He’d suspected for a while that Xue Meng was gay, but he’d assumed his lover was Jiang Xi, due to the older man suddenly spending inordinate amounts of money on Xue Meng and no longer reacting to Xue Meng’s bad attitude with him. Mo Ran had assumed he’d gotten a sugar daddy.

Now, he was apparently fucking both the Mei Hanxue brothers… or getting fucked. Either way, it made Mo Ran’s head spin. When did his didi grow up in such a way? Did he influence this by being a bad example in their teenage years!?

Xue Meng ignored his gege’s grievances as he continued his rant. “-and of course, I didn’t think much of what happened because why wouldn’t he be attracted to me? Look at me. He’s not blind, even if he’s an idiot-”

“OH MY GOD SHUT UP! THIS VENERABLE ONE CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

Xue Meng gasped, covering his chest as if he was a woman with breasts. “EWE! I didn’t want you here! Get out! Pervert!”

Taxian Jun stood to his feet, an imposing figure over the naked man in the tub. He jabbed a finger at Xue Meng, aggressive. “You’re right. You are attractive.”

“Oh… well thanks. You’re right, but thanks,” Xue Meng said, surprised.

“So, you know. Act like it,” Taxian Jun said. “You go on and on about how you’re so much better looking than anyone else, but the minute two men show attraction to you it’s a joke? A prank? How much fucking sense does that make!?”

“Well… you actually… have a point.”

“This Venerable One isn’t done,” Taxian Jun said, his finger still raised. “You’re going to tell them they either get their shit together or they don’t get you. You are the prize here, not them.”

“I’m the prize?” Xue Meng asked, wide eyed. “What if I’m not gay?”

“You’re definitely gay, Xue Meng,” Taxian Jun said, lowering his finger. “Do you think This Venerable One was born yesterday!?”

“What if I get rejected?” Xue Meng’s voice was small as he stared down at the water.

“Then make it clear you’d just offer your ass up to the other one,” Taxian Jun told him. “Now tell me, who is the prize?”

“Me,” Xue Meng mumbled.

“This Venerable One can’t fucking hear you. Who is the prize!?”

“Me!”

“Who will they be begging for!?”

“Me!”

“Who is the most beautiful man in Sisheng Peak!?”

“Shizun?”

“Oh,” Taxian Jun stopped short. “Let’s assume he’s at Nanping Mountain.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you!” Taxian Jun agreed. “Tell me again, who is the most beautiful man at Sisheng Peak!?”

“Me!”

“Get the fuck out of that tub and go to Taxue Palace!” Taxian Jun encouraged, throwing a towel at Xue Meng. “If they reject you, let me know and I’ll just go kill them.”

“… Maybe don’t do that,” Xue Meng said. He was fairly certain that Taxian Jun wasn’t exaggerating and he may actually go kill the twins on his behalf.

“Are you two done?” an amused voice asked from the doorway.

“Shizun!?”

Chu Wanning was smiling, his eyes soft. “You’ve been in here so long and then I thought I heard Xue Meng call for me and I was worried, but I see you’re both fine. Both the twins from Taxue Place are here… which I suppose saves you a trip.”

Xue Meng ducked down into the water, feeling a headache coming on. “I can’t do this.”

“This Venerable One will drag you from the tub wet and naked and literally throw you at them if you don’t face them on your own terms. Your choice.”

“Actually, I think I can do it,” Xue Meng corrected quickly, standing up. As soon as he stood up from the tub a rush of dizziness hit him, accompanied by agonizing pain in his chest. The room spun around him, and he felt a strong arm on his waist.

“What is happening? What is that black smoke!?” Taxian Jun’s voice sounded like it was coming from far away. Xue Meng looked down at his own arm with blurred vision and saw black smoke flowing in and out of his skin. What the hell!?

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Chu Wanning was saying. “I’ll send for Tanlang Elder. Get him dressed and in bed.”

He felt the shift of his body being scooped into strong familiar arms as everything faded to black.

Tanlang Elder felt Xue Meng’s pulse, frowning. “I’ve never seen anything like this before… it’s as if he’s filled to the brim with Yin energy… this is beyond my scope. Have you sent word to Guyuye?”

“Yes, as a precaution,” Chu Wanning said, pressing a cool cloth to Xue Meng’s sweaty forehead. He leveled a cold glare at the twins. “How did this even happen?”

“We were fighting a ghost,” Mei Hanxue spoke up, his demeanor uncharacteristically somber. “It put us under an aphrodisiac poison, but when Xue Meng got the better of her, she turned into black smoke and absorbed into his body. I thought it was just a worse aphrodisiac and he wasn’t having symptoms after we finished-” he broke off as everyone stared at him. He cleared his throat. “He was fine when he left.”

Mei HanXue’s gaze was cold. “After you finished what?”

Taxian Jun crossed his arms and eyed him, his purple eyes bordering on lethal. Chu Wanning shared a similar expression.

“Not now, ge,” Mei Hanxue muttered. He looked away from everyone in the room, clearly not willing to discuss this in front of others.

“Yes, now.” Mei HanXue all but dragged his younger brother outside. “You fucked him!? Have you lost your damn mind!?” Mei HanXue shouted as he all but shoved his brother away, his normally cool demeanor sparking into flames.

“Have I lost my mind?” Mei Hanxue laughed. “You don’t think I put two and two together after what happened back at that village!? You obviously did something too or else that ghost wouldn’t have been able to touch him. I was supposed to be the bait! Imagine my surprise when I have a lap full of a very horny little Xue Meng begging for me to fuck him out of his misery.”

“You think this is funny?” Mei HanXue demanded, stepping into his brother’s space and glaring at him.

“I think it’s funny that you’re just angry I fucked him, and you didn’t have the balls to do it before I did,” Mei Hanxue responded, his voice cold.

Mei HanXue punched him. Mei Hanxue responded in turn. It quickly turned into a purely physical brawl, years of pent-up anger and bottled-up feelings surging to the surface of the normally harmonious duo.

They both moved to throw a punch at the same time, and they found both their fists blocked by a firm hand. Jiang Xi had arrived. “Is this how disciples of Taxue Palace behave? Perhaps the two of you should yell louder. Maybe not all of Sisheng Peak has learned of your unresolved sexual feelings regarding their Sect Leader!”

The twins both stared at him, reminded that perhaps there was a common enemy here. Jiang Xi always had suspicious behaviors around Xue Meng and kept all but throwing money at him… maybe…

They didn’t respond and Jiang Xi walked past them and into Xue Meng’s home. They both felt most of the anger leave them, their bond reforged in the fire of a potential shared enemy.

Mei HanXue shot a warning look at his little brother once Jiang Xi was out of earshot. “If he catches anything…”

“That’s your problem!?” Mei Hanxue was gobsmacked. “You can’t honestly think I’d even touch him unless I knew for sure I was clean!”

“Forgive me for questioning your ethics when I have a record of having to break it off with seventy-five women in one day on your behalf,” Mei HanXue replied, his voice cool.

“I love him just as much as you do, ge,” Mei Hanxue said.

Mei HanXue frowned, reaching out and touching his brother’s bruised cheek. “Does it hurt, xiao-di?”

“Like it’s the first time we’ve fought,” Mei Hanxue chuckled. He sobered up after a moment, staring at his older brother. “I didn’t really fuck him, ge. I wouldn’t ever hurt him like that… to take his virginity when we had no choice... I guess I hurt him anyways… didn’t I?”

“We’ll see what Jiang Xi says and no matter what, we will make sure he is okay,” Mei HanXue assured his brother placing a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Xue Meng was awake when they entered the room and stared past Jiang Xi at them, alarmed. “What the hell happened to both of you!?” He was pale and covered in a thin layer of sweat, as if feverish, but seemed otherwise fine.

Both twins felt a wave of relief at the sight of him awake. That could only be a good sign.

“We got in a fight,” Mei Hanxue told him, grinning as he sidled up to the bed and sat next to him. He ignored the disgruntled look Jiang Xi gave him.

“Why?” Xue Meng asked, mostly staring at the older twin as he approached, as if Mei HanXue had always had the answers.

“Don’t worry about it, Ziming,” Mei HanXue told him. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair away from his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” Xue Meng sighed. “Jiang Xi gave me something to wake me up and it has my stomach in knots.”

“You’ll be fine,” Jiang Xi said, his brows furrowed in concentration. “This is exactly as I expected when I learned of your symptoms. As for your condition… I have seen it before. It is rare but it’s treatable.”

“How is it treated?” Tanlang elder asked, clearly intrigued by the medical mystery that was Xue Meng.

“He has absorbed a demon posing as a ghost,” Jiang Xi said. “His meridians are filled with an abundance of yin energy, and it will continue to affect his body, even with treatment. With treatment, however, it won’t be fatal or negatively affect his cultivation.”

“How do I treat it?” Xue Meng asked.

“Dual cultivation,” Jiang Xi told him, letting go of his wrist. “You need yang energy, lots of it. I suggest two partners, so your yin doesn’t backfire too heavily on one person.”

Xue Meng blinked, not processing. “Dual… cultivation?”

“Sex, Mengmeng,” Taxian Jun spoke up, amusement clear in his voice. “You need two volunteers.” He gave Xue Meng a pointed look, his eyes darting to the twins and then back to Xue Meng. His look grew more pointed.

“…”

Xue Meng refused to look at the twins, staring down at the blankets in his lap.

Taxian Jun cleared his throat, thinking Xue Meng hadn’t heard him. “This Venerable One said you need TWO VOLUNTEERS.” This time, he outright pointed at the twins. Xue Meng hated it here.

“I heard you,” Xue Meng muttered, his face flaming. “What if I don’t want to dual cultivate?”

“Then you will eventually qi deviate and die,” Jiang Xi told him, giving him a cool glance. “I’d hope you’re smarter than to let yourself just suffer over something so frivolous. As far as finding such an arrangement, if you need help-”

“We’ll handle it,” Mei HanXue spoke up, his voice frosty.

“Yeah, nice try,” Mei Hanxue added.

“Your sugar daddy days are done,” Taxian Jun added as well, supposedly on the same team as the twins all of a sudden. What happened to killing them!?

Jiang Xi turned an alarming shade of red, then green, then he stormed out, clearly speechless from his fury. Tanlang was struggling not to laugh, clearly delighted at having a front row seat to the drama.

“All of you, shut up,” Chu Wanning said. “Guyuye Sect has a dual cultivation program that disciples volunteer for. It would help Xue Meng find an arrangement. Mo Ran, you know this.”

Xue Meng had turned green as well. “You three think… oh no… that’s not… oh fuck this is so gross,” he shuddered.

Jian Xi suddenly stormed back into the room and threw a bag at Xue Meng, a majority of the contents spilling out onto the bed. “This should help you with your treatment.” He leveled a glare at the twins, still clearly angry with their implication. “Seeing as how he needs two partners, you two have no reason to fight like idiots over him outside now, do you?” With that, he stormed out.

“Did he really just come back to get the last word in?” Taxian Jun mused. “He kind of reminds me of you, Mengmeng.”

The words were met with silence, as everyone seemed to realize something at once. All of their eyes snapped to Xue Meng, who was beet-red and shoving what appeared to be several bottles of lubricant back into the bag. “Oh my god! Shut up! Everyone but my Shizun, get out!”

“Me too?” the twins asked in unison.

“Yes! Just- Just wait outside I want to talk to my Shizun.”

After everyone cleared out, Chu Wanning resumed his spot next to Xue Meng on the bed and pressed a cool hand to his forehead. “You’re still so warm.” His brows were knit with concern. Xue Meng found himself smiling. His Shizun’s harsh edges had softened so much over the years… Mo Ran truly did make him happy.

“Shizun, If Mo Ran and Taxian Jun didn’t share a body, what would you have done?” Xue Meng asked him, his face flaming. “I know it’s not exactly the same thing because the twins are two people while Mo Ran is just… Mo Ran.”

“I wouldn’t have chosen between them, if that’s what you’re asking,” Chu Wanning told him, his ears turning red. “Xue Meng, I know I should’ve spoken to you more on such things, because in many ways, you and I are alike…”

“You think so, Shizun!?” Xue Meng asked, perking up at what he perceived as praise. “Because we’re both such good cultivators?”

“We both give the things we care about everything we have. We both love with everything we have,” Chu Wanning corrected him, his voice firm. “We love in a way that can cause us to be deeply hurt. I’ve always saw that in you, with how much you loved your family.”

“So, you think I should stay away from them emotionally?” Xue Meng asked him, a sharp sting in his chest. “Just dual cultivate with them?”

“No, I think it’s important that love like ours should be placed in good hands. Sometimes love like ours will take multiple pairs of hands and multiple lifetimes,” Chu Wanning said, cupping his cheek. “They both followed you for two lifetimes, when the other you chose to die, the twins from that timeline chose to die with him. They’d rather die than live in a world without you in it.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that anyone who loves you that much would never expect you to make a choice that would involve sacrificing the kind of love you are capable of.”

Xue Meng hugged Chu Wanning then, knowing that if it made Chu Wanning mad, he’d be too sick to hit. Chu Wanning, surprisingly, hugged him back.

“You are so loved, Xue Meng. You have always been so loved.”

When the twins re-entered the room after Chu Wanning left, the atmosphere was awkward. Xue Meng sighed, breaking the silence. “Did the two of you seriously fight because of me?”

“In all fairness, it was mostly a misunderstanding,” Mei Hanxue told him, smiling. He all but skipped over to the bed before plopping down as if he owned it. “What’s in the bag?”

“Shut up, you saw what was in the bag,” Xue Meng scoffed.

“I only saw some of it,” Mei Hanxue reminded him, opening the bag to dig through the contents.

“Are you angry with us for fighting?” Mei HanXue asked him, also coming to sit on the bed next to him. He pressed a concerned hand to Xue Meng’s forehead, just as Chu Wanning had.

“I’m not angry, I’m just… sorry? I don’t want the two of you to fight.”

“We won’t fight again, then,” Mei HanXue assured him, his hand moving to his cheek. “Don’t be upset, didi.”

“There’s so much lube in here,” Mei Hanxue laughed. “And sex toys. Your daddy really loaded you up, huh?”

“Please don’t call him my daddy, he didn’t raise me. You both know who my real daddy is,” Xue Meng said. His words caught up to him then and he realized he was tricked.

“Ah so he’s not our rival,” Mei Hanxue asked, glad to have it confirmed. “In hindsight, I’ve always found him beautiful and that explains it. He just reminds me of you.”

“Ewe please don’t,” Xue Meng said, making a show of gagging.

“I think it’s a bit sweet that he’s trying to look out for you,” Mei HanXue said.

“Ah yes, nothing says fatherly love like a bag of lube,” Mei Hanxue laughed.

“Shut up,” Xue Meng said. He bit his lip. “So, you both know…”

“That you’ve had relations with us both?” Mei HanXue asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We don’t mind it, baby,” Mei Hanxue told him. “Besides, now you actually need it to live. We can take turns or you can have both of us at once. I’ve suddenly become very interested in medicine… let me be your doctor.”

“Stop saying weird shit to me,” Xue Meng sighed. He seemed to realize something. “No more girls.”

“Huh?”

“You’re either going to fuck me or you’re going to fuck them. You can’t have both,” Xue Meng told him, his voice shaking. He had no idea how to go about this, but he kept his ge’s words in his head.

I am the prize. I am the prize. I am the-

“That decision was made the moment I kissed you,” Mei Hanxue responded, his smile was wide. “You’re so silly for thinking otherwise. Ge, isn’t he so silly?”

“I don’t think it’s silly. How many girls have you promised to marry?” Mei HanXue asked his brother.

“To be clear, they were talking about getting married, I just didn’t tell them no,” Mei Hanxue corrected.

“You’re ridiculous,” Xue Meng laughed. He turned to Mei HanXue. “And you can’t be jealous over me. I’m not choosing between you two.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Mei HanXue told him, his hand moving back to Xue Meng’s forehead. “Are you sure you’re okay? This is the sanest conversation we’ve ever had.”

“It won’t be sane in a moment,” Xue Meng told him. “I want the two of you to be my dual cultivation partners.”

“That’s a matter of course,” Mei HanXue said while Mei Hanxue burst into laughter.

“I don’t want our first time to be because I’m having symptoms. I don’t want us to be dual cultivation partners because of the yin energy in my body. I want us to be dual cultivation partners because…” he took a deep breath. “… because you both love me just as much as I love you.”

The room fell silent. Xue Meng couldn’t see the expressions on either of their faces because he’d firmly closed his eyes, unable to look at either of them.

He felt strong arms circle his waist and he was lifted into someone’s lap. Despite the two being identical, deep down he could tell the difference even with his eyes closed. The elder twin pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Did you just confess for us? Isn’t that a bit bold?”

“I’m not wrong,” he whispered.

I am the prize. I am the prize. I am the prize.

“You’re not,” Mei Hanxue confirmed from in front of him. He still had his eyes firmly closed but he could feel his hands on his waist, tugging at the ties of his inner robes, which was all he’d had on to begin with.

Mei HanXue brushed Xue Meng’s loose hair to the side for better access to his neck. “Do you want this? Right now?”

“I’m beginning to realize I’ve had feelings for both of you for a very long time, even if those feelings weren’t something I could understand,” Xue Meng confessed. “Maybe that’s why I always wanted to play with you or for you to sleep with me. Maybe I always knew, deep down, that parting from you… either of you… wasn’t something I was okay with.”

“What do you mean?” he heard one of them ask. He, for once, couldn’t tell which one because he was so focused on getting his next words out, even if it was embarrassing.

“I mean when I first saw you, the reason I thought you were a girl was because you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen besides myself… or Shi Mei… and I knew that no one else was ever going to compare to you either. Besides me, that is…” then, as if he hadn’t rambled and embarrassed himself enough today, he added, “Which is why this is a good idea! You two are the only ones good looking enough for someone like me.”

He heard both the twins huff in laughter as his face flamed. He knew he was naked between them but kept his eyes firmly closed.

“Are you not going to look at us, Ziming?” Mei HanXue teased from behind him. “I thought we were good looking enough for you.”

“There’s a blindfold in the bag,” Mei Hanxue suggested.

Xue Meng’s eyes flew wide in alarm, and he sat up straight on Mei HanXue’s lap, staring at the bag in wide-eyed shock. “Really!? Why!?” Why the hell would Jiang Xi even pack such a thing!?

“Gotcha,” Mei Hanxue teased, crawling to lay parallel to Xue Meng, supporting his weight on one elbow. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” Xue Meng echoed, embarrassed. Dear god, he was naked, and they were both fully dressed.

Mei Hanxue had brought a bottle of lube with him and was toying at the bottle with long fingers as he spoke. “I was thinking about taking one for the team and letting the two of you lose your virginity to one another,” Mei Hanxue said.

“Letting?” Mei HanXue inquired. “Who asked?”

“Don’t be mean,” Mei Hanxue pouted. “I’m even being so nice and sticking around to give the two of you pointers.”

“You just want to enjoy the show,” Mei HanXue pointed out. Xue Meng whimpered as Mei HanXue mercilessly pinched his nipple.

Mei Hanxue was watching Xue Meng’s reaction with dark eyes. “Who am I to deny it when you’re giving me such a good show?”  As if giving him more of a show, Mei HanXue began squeezing and flicking at Xue Meng’s nipples with one hand, the other moving to circle around his throat.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and prep him?” Mei HanXue teased. He pulled Xue Meng closer to him and Xue Meng turned his face to meet him in a deep kiss, vicious and full of tongue.

He felt a finger at his entrance and he shuddered, pushing against the touch, welcoming it.

“Fuck,” Mei Hanxue breathed. “Xue Meng… you’re wet.”

Xue Meng and Mei HanXue broke from their kiss to glance at him.

“Am I not supposed to be?” Xue Meng asked, blushing.

“Men don’t get wet there,” Mei Hanxue said, fascinated as he pushed a searching finger against Xue Meng’s leaking hole. “I wonder if it’s because the yin in your body…”

“Oh god, I’m a freak of nature!?”

“No, this is hot… very hot,” Mei Hanxue assured him. “I’ll still use lube because its you’re first time, don’t worry. Your geges will take good care of you.”

Mei HanXue impatiently snatched Xue Meng back into a heated kiss, clearly as affected as his brother at the revelation that Xue Meng was wet for them. Xue Meng whined as he felt a finger breach his entrance, smooth and slow. He gasped against Mei HanXue’s kiss but Mei HanXue gave him no mercy, squeezing slightly on his throat.

Xue Meng was beginning to notice that much like in everyday life, the twins were the opposites even in bed, only sharing a mutual enjoyment of making Xue Meng suffer.

Mei HanXue was cold and bordering on mean, never holding back but still always looking out for him and caring for him… just like how his grip on his throat was merciless but not enough to actually hurt him and he knew his own lips would be bruised swollen from how their lips were crushed together. His poor nipples were definitely swollen and red by now, from the merciless onslaught that Mei Hanxue was inflicting on him.

Meanwhile, like in everyday situations, Mei Hanxue was gentle and truly just out to tease Xue Meng until he dies of embarrassment. Like now, this slow deliberate fingering, the filth spilling from his lips about how sexy it is that Xue Meng is all wet and ready for them, suggesting Xue Meng will get pregnant with their babies since he has a pussy now anyways. He was talking about how Xue Meng was taking him so well, how he was eventually going to be able to take both their cocks at once.

Also, like in their everyday life, he was reacting to everything the twins were doing. Except instead of anger and harsh words, now it was broken words, soft moans, desperately trying to move his body closer while not knowing which twin he’d rather be closer to.

Mei Hanxue’s two fingers were now moving in and out of him, moving in a beckoning motion and brushing against a bundle of nerves inside him, making him jolt each time. Mei Hanxue, after teasing him like this for a few minutes, he added a third finger, scissoring his fingers slightly to avoid that spot while still getting close enough to make Xue Meng anticipate it each time. A fourth finger was added, the teasing continued.

“He’s prepped enough,” Mei Hanxue told his brother. He pressed some kisses to Xue Meng’s thighs and then to the tip of Xue Meng’s leaking cock, making him whimper and buck upwards. Mei HanXue moved from beneath him and he hit the mattress, pinned down by Mei Hanxue’s hands on his hips as the man licked and teased at the head of his cock. He ran his tongue up along the underside, making eye contact with Xue Meng while a smirk curled his lips in the corners. He pulled back, resuming his position on his side next to Xue Meng. “We’ll get to that later, didi,” Mei Hanxue teased as his brother moved so he was in between Xue Meng’s spread legs. Xue Meng tensed as Mei HanXue lifted his hips and Mei Hanxue placed a pillow underneath him, so he’d be comfortable.

He belatedly noticed that Mei HanXue had removed his clothing while Mei Hanxue had him distracted. This was becoming so real. He wasn’t poisoned this time, so he took the time to look, his hand reaching out absentmindedly to trail a hand down a pale sculpted chest. His fingers moved downwards to Mei Hanxue’s waist before he pulled away, dazed. So beautiful… how did he never notice it before? Or perhaps he’d noticed more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.

He didn’t have much time to think, however, because Mei HanXue was kissing him again, his hands sliding up Xue Meng’s arms to lace their fingers together, holding them down against the mattress. He let go of one hand briefly to line up his cock before returning his hand to where it was, gripping him tightly as he slowly inched forward.

Xue Meng felt like the wind was being knocked out of him. “It’s big- Fuck- It’s too big, it won’t fit- Gege!”

“It’ll fit,” Mei HanXue said in his ears, his voice rough. God, it was sexy. “Just relax, Ziming. I won’t hurt you.”

“I know – Ah! - you won’t hurt me,” Xue Meng gasped out, spreading his legs wider and trying to relax. “I want you…”

Mei HanXue bumped his nose against Xue Meng’s, their labored breaths mingling between the two of them. “I want you too. I always have.” He pushed in further, not breaking eye contact with Xue Meng as the man beneath him opened his mouth in a silent gasp. Deeper, Xue Meng was beginning to take him in better as he relaxed. “You feel so tight,” Mei HanXue told him, honest. “You have no idea how good you feel inside,” Mei HanXue praised.

“Really?” Xue Meng asked, beaming at the praise, despite his nerves. “You feel good too,” he added, unsure how else to respond. It was honest though, it was overwhelming, but it felt good to have Mei HanXue inside him, even better to know he was making the other man feel good.

“I somehow expected this to be spicier,” Mei Hanxue cut in. “Are you just going to chat until you both come purely out of love for one another? Boooring~”

“Can you stay out of this?” Mei HanXue asked, agitated at the interruption.

“Nope, try nine shallow thrusts then one deep. All that slow sliding, you’re giving his muscles too much time to tense back up because he’s nervous. At this rate you won’t ever get inside and if you do, he’ll be too nervous to enjoy it. Then, if the two of you don’t enjoy yourselves, I can’t enjoy myself.”

Mei HanXue rolled his eyes, but when he turned his attention back to Xue Meng, he followed the advice. Xue Meng gasped at the first shallow thrust, nodding his assent to keep going when Mei HanXue shot him a questioning look.

When Mei HanXue got the all-clear, it was like unchaining a beast. All the warning Xue Meng got was “tell me if it hurts.” Before Mei HanXue was ruthlessly pounding into him, nine shallow thrusts, then one so deep it knocked the breath of Xue Meng’s lungs.

“Ah! Ah! Gege! Fuck- fuck! Gege!” He babbled, feeling himself be stretched to the limits. The next deep thrust hit him hard, his eyes widening as he felt as if his organs were being rearranged.

 Instead of resuming his thrusting, Mei HanXue stopped there and began peppering Xue Meng’s face with kisses. “Ziming, all of me is inside you. You did well.”

Xue Meng was shaking, his knees digging into Mei HanXue’s sides.

“He’s right, you look so beautiful taking a cock, baby,” Mei Hanxue told him. He pulled Xue Meng into a kiss while Mei HanXue resumed thrusting. His moans were muffled by Mei Hanxue’s mouth.

The room was filled with his muffled babbling and moans accompanied by a squelching noise that was getting more noticeable.

“Fuck, he’s so wet, didi,” Mei HanXue grunted. He bit down on Xue Meng’s collarbone, sucking a mark.

Mei Hanxue pulled away from Xue Meng but still cradled his face in his hands. “Really?” he asked, delighted. “Pull out for a moment, let me show you something.”

Mei HanXue complied and his little brother sat up to grab his hand and guide two of his fingers inside Xue Meng, his own fingers lining up alongside them. The fingers pressed against that bundle of nerves and his back arched off the bed, a broken moan escaping his lips. “Ge, aim your cock here if you want to make him feel so good he can’t think.”

He pulled his fingers out of Xue Meng and noticed they were covered in the wet slick Xue Meng had been producing. “You’re wet, just like a woman, Ziming,” he teased.

Mei HanXue slid back inside of him with a sigh, gripping at his ass as he resumed thrusting.

Xue Meng watched as Mei Hanxue licked his fingers. “So sweet, you taste like one too.”

“Shut up,” he hissed, gasping as Mei HanXue hit next to that spot. Teasing clearly ran in the family.

“I won’t shut up,” Mei Hanxue told him, laying down next to him, his head rested on his elbow. “It’s not like you can go anywhere baby, you’re impaled on my ge’s cock. You have nowhere you can run or hide from me.”

“Bastard- Ah!”

Mei Hanxue smiled at that. “Yes, that’s me. Who knows what that yin is doing to your body… if you got pregnant how would we even be able to tell the father?” His hand drifted down Xue Meng’s body to tease at his hole that was being ruthlessly pounded by the other twin.  

Xue Meng opened his mouth to retort, furious about both the words and the way they made his cock twitch, but Mei Hanxue was faster. He placed two slick fingers on Xue Meng’s tongue, his eyes dark. “See? You taste so sweet. Sweeter than any pussy I’ve ever tasted.” His eyes flew wide and filled with embarrassed tears, but Mei Hanxue just tapped his cheek with his free hand. “Suck.”

He obeyed, moaning loudly around the fingers in his mouth as Mei Hanxue began hitting that spot with precision, his thrusting becoming harder and losing rhythm.

“I’m close,” Mei HanXue grunted in his ear before pressing a kiss to his sweat soaked hair. “Where do you want…?”

Mei Hanxue removed his fingers, and began toying with Xue Meng’s hair instead, allowing him to answer.

“Ah- Ah! Inside,” Xue Meng told him, remembering Mei Hanxue’s insistence on where he wanted to come before. He could only assume that was a thing people liked. Mei Hanxue resumed kissing him, his tongue exploring his mouth, as if to taste what was on his fingers from before.

A few clashing of their hips later and Mei HanXue was so deep inside, Xue Meng felt the tension of Mei HanXue’s manhood against him as he released inside him. Mei Hanxue quit kissing him as if sensing his twin’s need right before he came, so as soon as Mei Hanxue pulled away, he was quickly replaced. Their kiss was lingering and soft as Xue Meng felt the movement of Mei Hanxue’s cock pumping him full of cum.

Xue Meng was unsure if it was because of how oversensitive he’d become with his cock being untouched throughout all of this or if it was because the mere thought of Mei HanXue coming inside him, and the sensation of the act, but Xue Meng found himself coming untouched with a startled moan, his cum covering both his and Mei HanXue’s chest, similar to how it was with his brother.

Mei Hanxue was grinning next to them. “My turn.”

“He’s fluttering,” Mei HanXue told his brother with a grin.

“Don’t tell him that,” Xue Meng whined, covering his face.

He’d lost his virginity… and the twin of the man he’d lost his virginity to was about to fuck him too… back-to-back. “Do I need to take a bath first?” Xue Meng asked, feeling the fluids leak out of him as Mei HanXue pulled out.

“No, it’s just extra slide.” Mei Hanxue grinned as he removed his pants, his sculpted body on full display including a proud, very hard cock. He hadn’t dared to look at Mei HanXue’s earlier, as he was much too nervous, but now… that had all fit inside him? They were identical twins so surely they were identical everywhere. How in the hell had that fit!?

The older twin sat down on the bed behind Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue eyed Xue Meng for a moment. “You just did missionary… I feel like it’s a bit early for you to ride… doggy it is.”

“Doggy?” Xue Meng asked, tilting his head.

“Face gege,” Mei Hanxue told him ushering him to turn over. He found himself facing Mei HanXue. Mei HanXue was giving him a strange look and Xue Meng blushed. Oh my god. He’d had sex with that man.

“Gege if you need me to adjust so you can play with his cock, let me know,” Mei Hanxue instructed. He poured more lube on Xue Meng’s hole before slicking himself up. “Relax baby.”

Xue Meng was watching Mei HanXue’s rosy lips as they parted, perhaps about to say something. Xue Meng didn’t give him a chance before he wrapped his arm around his neck, kissing him. It was inexperienced and clumsy, but Mei HanXue didn’t seem to mind at all and cupped the back of his neck, his fingers bunching in his hair.

He gasped against Mei HanXue’s mouth as he felt himself get impaled on an almost identical cock to what was inside him before and thusly, Mei Hanxue was able to thrust all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion, knocking the breath out of him.

Neither twin gave him a moment to recover this time, one fucking him from behind with the smooth precision of a master while the other was dominating his mouth, exploring him with his tongue. He’d always detested the idea of sex, felt overwhelmed by even the thought, now he was realizing that perhaps this was perfect, not being given time to let his fears get the best of him.

Right now, he couldn’t think about anything but the fact that he was between two very beautiful men who both wanted him, who thought of him as something to be treasured and loved.

He was lifted suddenly, and Mei HanXue followed the movement, as if having expected his brother to do this. Xue Meng realized that the twins were beginning to move in sync in the bedroom like they did in battle, so homed in on one another’s reflexes. It made sense for it to translate over. Xue Meng wasn’t sure if he was turned on or frightened by that.

Mei HanXue trailed bites and kisses down his chest, as Mei Hanxue bounced him on his lap, the clapping of his ass hitting Mei Hanxue’s thighs sounded especially lewd in the otherwise silent room. He cried out as Mei HanXue licked his nipple before biting down. “Fuck! Stop!”

“Do you actually want me to stop?” Mei HanXue asked him, his hand moving to tease the nipple he didn’t intend to have his mouth on just then.

“…No.”

Mei HanXue latched back on, sucking and biting one nipple while viciously teasing the other. Just when Xue Meng felt he was about to cry from overstimulation, Mei HanXue switched nipples, just to torture Xue Meng all over again.

Mei Hanxue pressed kisses on his back before burying his face in his neck, grunting as he fucked inside of him. “You sound so good, baby. Keep singing for us, little bird.”

Mei HanXue eased up on his assault of Xue Meng’s nipples and began trailing kisses down. He pressed a kiss to the head of Xue Meng’s cock before swallowing him down. While he did this, Mei Hanxue hit a certain part inside him with such precision, as if they’d silently planned the strategy.

Xue Meng’s vision whited out and he screamed, sagging against Mei Hanxue as he weakly pulled at Mei HanXue’s hair. “No! It’s dirty…”

Mei HanXue pulled off, making a point to make eye contact with Xue Meng as he swallowed. Xue Meng watched the bob of his throat with open-mouthed shock. Mei Hanxue tilted his head and then pulled him into a sloppy kiss. He pulled back and pressed their sweat soaked foreheads together. “You’re so fucking hot, did you know that?”

“Duh,” he whispered, panting.

Mei Hanxue began to move again, rolling his hips up inside of Xue Meng while gripping him by the back of his head. Xue Meng felt tears leak down his cheeks as he shook his head, unable to speak. This was too much, he felt like his entire body was buzzing, like every point of contact between him and the twins was painful, fiery.

“You can take it, Ziming, just a while longer,” Mei Hanxue said, peppering his face with kisses. “You’re so perfect at this, taking us both back to back. So tight and hot and wet…” Xue Meng sobbed as he began aiming for that spot inside of him with expert precision, his eyes strangely dark as he watched Xue Meng cry. “You’re hard again, my love,” he pointed out, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. “I can make it better…”

Xue Meng nodded his assent, and Mei Hanxue began fucking him mercilessly, hard and in that one spot that was making his body feel surges as if his spiritual core itself was going haywire inside his body. Mei HanXue was kissing his neck, biting his ear, kissing away tears that streamed down his face, and whispering in his ear that he’s doing so good, which all served to rile Xue Meng up more. Xue Meng heard screaming and belatedly realized it was his own.

Mei Hanxue’s hands moved to his waist, gripping tight enough to bruise, and he pulled Xue Meng almost completely off his cock before slamming him back down, his own hips fucking upwards to collide halfway. Xue Meng’s scream broke off into sobs as he came for the third time that evening. Mei Hanxue grunted and gripped his face, looking at him with intensity as if burning what he saw into his mind.

Xue Meng shuddered as he noticed then that Mei Hanxue was coming inside him, filling him even more full of cum. He’d been so caught up in his own climax and his embarrassment that he hadn’t realized that Mei Hanxue had timed the two of them to come together. He was beginning to understand all the women that went insane for this man. Just what sort of monster was he!?

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Mei Hanxue pulled out of him. Xue Meng felt himself be lowered to the bed and then surrounded by warmth on both sides.

“Did we cure me?” Xue Meng asked, breathless.

“It’s an ongoing treatment,” Mei HanXue responded.

“Yeah, there was instructions in the bag. We have to do this at least once a week,” Mei Hanxue told him, his voice dripped suggestion.

“Oh, that seems normal.”

“However, I have a very high libido, so I need it at least once a day,” Mei Hanxue continued, pressing a kiss to Xue Meng’s head. “I can’t speak for my brother.”

“If he gets it, I get it too,” Mei HanXue told Xue Meng.

Xue Meng sighed, leaning into Mei HanXue’s touch as he began massaging the insides of his thighs.

“Rest, Ziming,” Mei Hanxue told him, trailing a finger down his chest, past his navel before stopping right about his limp spent out cock. “You’ll need rest for later.”

“Mm, what’s later?” Xue Meng asked, his eyes drifting closed.

“Later is a continuation of this,” Mei Hanxue told him, his voice dripping amusement. “You made us wait far too long.”

Xue Meng didn’t bother open his eyes, just elbowed Mei Hanxue before rolling over to cuddle Mei HanXue closer, as if to punish him. Mei Hanxue was undeterred and sidled up behind him, being the bigger spoon, and kissed his ear. “You did come on my cock like I asked, by the way.”

“For fucks sake, let me sleep,” Xue Meng sighed, blushing.

Xue Meng reached for a book in his office and another book fell out from next to it that he hadn’t seen before. He picked it up, realizing it was his father’s old journal. Smiling, he sat down at his desk to read a few entries. It was a fairly long journal, and Xue Zhengyong had kept his words short and sweet, so he was able to cram quite a few years of entries into one journal. Xue Meng smoothed his fingers over the title cover, that simply said “Xue is beautiful” in his father’s handwriting.

Most of his entries, to no surprise, regarded him, his mother, and Mo Ran. He giggled as he read.

Ran-er played a prank of Meng-er this morning that resulted in Tanlang Elder almost being caught on fire… what will I do with those boys?

Meng-er played a prank on Ran-er this morning that resulted in Veggie Bun being dyed purple, the poor thing. This prank war has gone on for months… what will I do with those boys?

Yuheng Elder found out about the prank war and the boys are both cleaning the sect from top to bottom for the next few weeks. So scary when he gets involved! HAHAHA

I found wifey a rare lily that only blooms once in a century, and better, I saved it from the root so she can keep it forever. Perhaps she and I can one day watch it bloom together. Though, I’m afraid it would never compare to her. Nothing could ever compare to her.

Yuheng Elder told me this morning that his type is alive and female… I’m beginning to believe he may be hiding something from me. That’s much too vague. Perhaps he’s truly not interested in relationships? Or he’s just interested in men? I would ask Ran-er because he also likes men but he and Chu Wanning have become so close these days, I feel it would just get back to him. Maybe I’m becoming old and out of touch. HAHAHA

Ran-er fought a battle for nearly three days and earned a spiritual stone for his troubles… which he sent to Meng-er to infuse into his sword. My, how those two have grown up.

Meng-er and Ran-er are fighting on the front lines together. Never have I seen two people work so in sync with one another in battle, as if reading one another’s minds. They’ve truly become something more like brothers and I couldn’t be prouder of how brave my boys have become. They’re growing up… I only wish my brother was here to see them now. Maybe it’d take us back to better days.

Seeing Meng-er with Jiang Xi gives me mixed feelings. Jiang Xi had his faults as a lover but he’s a good man and I wish I could tell Meng-er that it’s okay to have more than one father. I know most men would be angry at the thought of the son they raised even interacting with their biological father but… I just think my Meng-er deserves more love in his life than anyone else in this world. My son deserves everything. Perhaps I should speak more with the twins about their bizarre request…

Xue Meng furrowed his eyebrows at that. Request? What request? There was nothing else so he made a mental note to ask his lovers before he continued reading.

Chu Wanning and Ran-er are together… and Ran-er isn’t my nephew. For a long time, I suspected the latter, but I still raised him. That’s my son in every way that matters. Just as Xue Meng is. I will tell Ran-er when I see him that I don’t care, that he’s my son and I love him. And as for Chu Wanning… I am disappointed that neither of them felt they could tell me. It’s unconventional but if they’re truly happy and in love, I want them to be together with the full support of Sisheng Peak. The cultivation world already looks down on us, what’s one more scandal? HAHAHAHA

Xue Meng made a mental note to show Chu Wanning and Mo Ran that last entry. He moved to put the journal up for now when a loose page fell out.

I was under the impression for years that the twins’ affections for Meng-er was due to our being their benefactors and to Meng-er being their childhood playmate. Now, I’m faced with a dilemma. It’s unconventional and unexpected but… what father doesn’t want his child to be as happy and safe as possible. The problem is, will Meng-er ever accept this? Perhaps that’s why they asked me, maybe my blessing means something to them even if Meng-er wouldn’t ever accept them. Even stranger, both came individually, I never even thought to ask if they knew the other asked for my blessing in the event they ever proposed. I don’t have the heart to tell either of these boys ‘no.’ They’re both fine young men and would care for Xue Meng deeply. Again, what sort of father wouldn’t want their child to be happy? I spoke to wifey, and she just said that it’s possible to love two people so completely and if that’s how Xue Meng feels, then we should support him. How do I approach this with Meng-er? I truly am old and out of touch. HAHAHAHA

“What are you reading, Sect Leader Xue?” Mei HanXue said in his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s late, my love.”

Xue Meng looked up at him, blushing.

“Don’t tell me you’re feeling shy now,” Mei Hanxue teased, sitting on the corner of his desk. “Why are you blushing?”

“You both asked my dad if you could propose to me!?” Xue Meng asked, covering his mouth as soon as the words flew out.

“We both did?” Mei HanXue asked, smiling. “That’s news.”

“He never gave me a straight answer,” Mei Hanxue told Xue Meng. “I assumed it was because he liked me, but he also knew my reputation.”

“He never gave me one either,” Mei HanXue pointed out. “It may have been because we’re men.”

“It was because it was both of you and he didn’t want to tell either of you ‘no’ because he knew you were both sincere,” Xue Meng said, his eyes misty. “Why would you even ask my dad that? So embarrassing.”

“Oh, we were so young at the time and there’s always the grand romantic notions of confessing to your beloved and whisking them away, at least for me anyways” Mei Hanxue said, reaching out to wipe a stray tear. “I’m glad to know the answer wasn’t no.”

“You’re both such idiots,” Xue Meng giggled through his tears. “So stupid. Neither of you thought to ask me?”

“The answer would’ve been no,” Mei HanXue pointed out, pressing a kiss to his hair.

“You don’t know that,” Xue Meng told them without thinking.

Mei Hanxue hopped off the desk and took Xue Meng’s hands, pulling him to his feet before hiking his hands under his ass and placing him on the desk. He made quick work of Xue Meng’s clothes. He sat on Xue Meng’s chair and leaned forward, his tongue flicking across Xue Meng’s entrance.

“Oh- OH fuck! No! That’s dirty! Fuck!” Xue Meng cried, pulling at his hair in embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy now, Ziming,” Mei HanXue told him. He politely put the journal back onto the shelf before returning to pull him into a heated kiss. He began tugging at Xue Meng’s weeping cock, not enough to make him come but just enough to tease him.

He felt Mei Hanxue pull away and then he felt the familiar sensation of his beloved inside him, burying up to the hilt. Both twins were fully clothed, save for Mei Hanxue’s exposed cock. He gasped against Mei HanXue’s mouth. “We shouldn’t do this here,” he whispered, as he always does. Saying no was almost a habit, though he almost never meant it.

“Let them see,” Mei HanXue whispered back, nipping at his lip. “I don’t mind anyone seeing the way you spread yourself out for us like a whore,” he said, gripping Xue Meng’s chin. “Maybe those women that come to seek your attention will get the hint if they see how much you like being fucked.”

Xue Meng blushed at his words but couldn’t deny them. He’d truly taken to spreading himself out ‘like a whore’ for almost a year now. The twins had taken him in almost every place in Sisheng Peak and Taxue Palace. They’d even snuck into Red Lotus Pavillion and fucked him, to his absolute horror. Though, the high risk was incredibly sexy, and Xue Meng was having a great, rebellious time. That is, until Mei Hanxue  was mid-fucking him and mentioned it’s a get-back for Mo Ran having Chu Wanning in the same room as Xue Meng and then all hell broke loose, with Xue Meng attempting to fight Mei Hanxue, and that whole experiment would’ve been ruined except Mei HanXue all but tackled Xue Meng to the ground and fucked him like a beast until he quit yelling and started screaming for a different reason. Obviously, this all distracted him enough not to be angry anymore and Mei Hanxue had gagged his screaming with a cock down his throat and both twins fucked into him at once on the floor of his Shizun’s home.

However, everyone knew about them by now. Xue Meng didn’t give a fuck what others thought of him, never did. And neither did either of the twins. So, they just made their relationship obvious, and everyone did, indeed, take the hint. Even Mei Hanxue’s hoards of fangirls had went from seeking his attention to whispering and blushing amongst themselves when they saw Xue Meng, even congratulating him? It was bizarre. Xue Meng was fairly certain their imaginations were becoming quite colorful. He’d even heard a rumor of a pamphlet about the three of them circulating, but he didn’t know how true it was.

Xue Meng reached between them and started touching himself as he grew close. “Gege,” he panted.

“I know, baby,” Mei Hanxue said, fucking harder and deeper to accommodate. Mei Hanxue cried out, burying himself deep in Xue Meng as they both came. He had an unnatural talent for making Xue Meng come exactly when he wants him to. “Ge,” he panted. “Want a go?”

Xue Meng spread his legs wider to accommodate both twins standing between them. He looked at them with dark eyes. “When can I take you both at once?”

They hadn’t done that… yet. Mei Hanxue clearly wanted to and mentioned it quite a lot. His older brother, however, was against it, for fear it would be too much for Xue Meng and hurt him. Xue Meng, seeing the two of them standing so close together, ignited quite a few of his own fantasies he’d been cooking up since he discovered what it meant to feel like this.

“Maybe soon” Mei HanXue told him, removing himself from his pants and giving himself a few tugs. “Bend over the desk and present yourself to me.”

Xue Meng blushed but complied, giddy. He said soon! It was no longer a ‘no!”

Mei HanXue began fucking him at a relentless pace, the desk rocking and groaning while Xue Meng’s feet were being picked off the ground with each thrust.

Mei Hanxue was uncharacteristically quiet, staring at Xue Meng as he was pounded into, then his gaze flicked up to his brother, as if in silent conversation that Xue Meng wasn’t privy to. He assumed it was for their next position but after Mei HanXue had his fill, he was wrapped in his outer robe and scooped into Mei HanXue’s arms.

“Let’s go to bed, Ziming,” Mei Hanxue said, picking up the rest of his discard clothes.

The twins were acting weird. Xue Meng couldn’t help but feel like they were keeping secrets and avoiding him for the last few weeks.

“You can’t come home tonight?” Xue Meng asked them, distressed.

“Ziming, we’ll be back by our anniversary celebration tomorrow. We’d never miss it,” Mei HanXue told him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Mei Hanxue was lost in thought, staring off into space. “Hanxue?” Xue Meng called out to him, feeling a nervous feeling in his stomach.

“Mm? Yes, baby, we’ll be back tomorrow night. Don’t worry,” Mei Hanxue assured him. “You’re so spoiled these days, can’t spend even one night without us. I’m sure Taxue Palace wonders if we’ve joined Sisheng Peak instead.”

“Hush, they know why you’re here,” Xue Meng rolled his eyes, despite his anxiety.

“Yeah, to be your studs,” Mei Hanxue teased, pulling him into a hug and gripping his ass with both hands. “Not that either of us mind. It’s a wonder you’re not pregnant yet.”

“Didi, we don’t have time,” Mei HanXue said, all but pulling his brother off their shared lover.

They both gave him another kiss before leaving, both repeating their promise to be back on time.

Xue Meng explored Sisheng Peak listlessly the next day. This feeling of being avoided hadn’t come out of nowhere. The twins were always ducked in a corner, whispering, and would stop when Xue Meng approached and lately the number of missions… Xue Meng wondered if perhaps they were growing bored.

They had quickly settled in a life together, and due to Xue Meng’s health, the twins had moved into Sisheng Peak. The entire cultivation world knows about their unconventional relationship at this point and while some ran their mouths, the cultivation world still had an overall positive opinion of the three of them due to their efforts in saving the world. In fact, many had already surmised the twin’s feelings after seeing the way their past lives interacted with one another. As such, their relationship had been widely suspected and even praised their breaking convention on behalf of love.

Mo Ran and Chu Wanning had been supportive as well, even visiting often to formally spend time with Xue Meng and his lovers.

Even Xue Meng’s disciple, who he regarded as his own son, had shown signs of looking to the twins as other parents.

But now, everyone was keeping secrets from him. Even his precious little disciple keeps giving him strange looks.

He was doing so at the moment as he fell into step with Xue Meng. “Shizun, I finished the book you lent me.”

“That’s excellent,” Xue Meng told him. “Did you find the techniques to be helpful?”

“Yeah sure,” his disciple answered, too quickly.

Xue Meng eyed him, not realizing how much he resembled Chu Wanning in that moment. “Then explain it to me.”

His disciple said nothing, and Xue Meng turned to move, and his disciple blocked his path. “Shizun! Did you know that the disciples have nicknames for the elders?”

“Been knew, I was a disciple once,” Xue Meng told him. He moved to walk around his disciple, but his disciple blocked his path again.

“Did you know that you were voted most handsome Sect Leader?”

Xue Meng preened at that. “They were correct.”

His disciple stepped in his path again.

“Do you mind telling me why you keep blocking me from going in the direction of Mengpo Hall?”

“I would never dream of blocking Shizun,” his disciple said.

Xue Meng moved to sidestep him and his path was blocked again.

Rolling his eyes, Xue Meng glanced at the sky. He gasped. “Taxian Jun!?”

“WHERE!?” his disciple yelled, still traumatized from his one and only interaction with that version of his shishu.

By the time his disciple realized he’d been tricked, Xue Meng had nearly made it to Mengpo Hall.

People were mingling around, setting up for the banquet tonight, and Xue Meng stood, confused. Why was his disciple being so weird?

Familiar voices drifted in his ears and he smiled, walking in the direction of the voices. They weren’t due back until late tonight! Why hadn’t they told him?

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Mei Hanxue was saying.

Xue Meng froze in his tracks, his smile gone.

“I don’t know… what if Sect Leader Xue gets angry? This could be embarrassing for him…” a woman was saying.

“His comfort is not your concern. Your concern is to give us what we want and to be discreet about it.”

Xue Meng clenched his fists, tears welling in his eyes. He turned around and left.

That night, at the anniversary celebration, Xue Meng was silent as he sat between his lovers. The twins had pretended to come back right before the celebration and Xue Meng had feigned feeling ill to avoid their affections. They kept giving him worried looks and prompting him to eat, seemingly distressed. How could they act like this? How could they act like… like they loved him? People don’t do this to people they love.

Everyone at their table knew him well enough and could tell something was wrong. Xue Meng thought about that New Year’s banquet when Chu Wanning came out of seclusion.

He wished for those simpler times, before he’d discovered love and made everything messy and complicated. It was bound to happen, the two of them growing bored. There’s two of them and only one of him. There was only so beautiful and interesting he could stay, especially as he aged. Maybe there were others younger and prettier that caught their attention. His poor disciple had been trying to protect him from the truth earlier.

“Are you alright?” Chu Wanning asked him, his mouth soundlessly forming the words.

“Yeah, just tired,” he mouthed back. Just like that, he lied to his Shizun for the first time in his life.

Mo Ran was also watching them, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Xue Meng watched as the twins got up and left, meeting a woman at the door. He felt hot tears gather in his eyes. “I’m going to go for a walk.”

He got up and left before anyone could answer. He avoided the direction the twins seemed to have left in, but he ran into them regardless. They were walking back.

“Ziming,” Mei Hanxue greeted, caught off guard. “What are you doing out in the cold without your cloak, baby? Let’s go back inside before you get too cold.”

Xue Meng had had enough. “Don’t call me that! If the two of you are tired of me, just fucking say that. Sneaking around with someone in my sect is so disrespectful and unnecessary!”

“Who is tired of you?” Mei HanXue sighed, taking off his own cloak and tying it around Xue Meng’s trembling shoulders. “What makes you think we’d be sneaking around?”

“I heard you both talking to some girl about being discreet and not embarrassing me! I’m not stupid,” Xue Meng snapped, angrily tugging at the tie to the coat but unable to untie it. Mei HanXue was very good at tying knots, Xue Meng had learned the hard way.

“You might be just a bit stupid,” Mei HanXue said.

Mei Hanxue looked amused. “Ziming, let’s go inside.”

“This isn’t fucking funny!” he snapped.

The twins clearly disagreed but continued to tug at his hands to pull him inside.

There was a loud explosion in the distance and Xue Meng watched as hundreds of fireworks lit up the sky. He was surprised as they formed words. “Marry?” he read off the only word in his view from where they stood.

Xue Meng blinked, not following. “What the fuck kind of idiot would- Oh… Oh my god.” He felt the realization hit him all at once that he’d vastly misread this situation.

Mei Hanxue, shameless, just grinned. “Marry us?”

Mei HanXue sighed. “We had a whole thing prepared.”

Xue Meng’s face was flaming. “The two of you were going to propose in front of everyone!? And had fucking fireworks!?”

“We were trying to be romantic,” Mei HanXue muttered, giving his brother a cold look. “It was his idea.”

Xue Meng felt the relief wash over him and he felt tears well up in his eyes. “The answer is yes, of course. You both are still so stupid, you didn’t have to do all this… I thought you two were cheating.”

“Never,” Mei HanXue told him. His eyes were much softer than usual. “I can see in hindsight why you would worry… that was never our intention.”

“But wait, there’s more,” Mei Hanxue cut in, holding up his hand. “Don’t say yes yet.”

“I already did.”

“But we-”

“Let’s get married right now,” Xue Meng cut him off. “I don’t want to wait, and you don’t have to do some huge embarrassing proposal… as sweet as the intention is.”

“What day is more auspicious than our anniversary?” Mei Hanxue said to his older brother, as a way of agreeing.

Mei HanXue brought Xue Meng closer. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah, all the people I care about are here.”

When they entered Mengpo Hall, everyone stared at them, understanding the surprise was definitely ruined.

Xue Meng happened to have his own surprise. “We’re getting married… like right now. So um, I need three male wedding robes-”

“You have to wear a wedding dress, we agreed on it behind your back,” Mei HanXue told him.

“What?”

“Oh, it was part of our proposal speech, it involved the whole meet-cute where we swore, we’d get you into a dress.” Mei Hanxue explained this in a tone like Xue Meng should know they had such a thing planned.

“Hell no,” Xue Meng said, making everyone in Mengpo Hall burst into laughter. “Anyways, this banquet can be our wedding feast. Who’s in?”

Mengpo Hall immediately exploded into activity, everyone in Sisheng Peak and Taxue Palace sects were almost always down for random shenanigans.

Within an hour, a makeshift wedding was organized. Xue Meng rocked back and forth on his feet, nervous. “What if I’m jumping into this?”

“It’s been around twenty years since you’ve known them,” Mo Ran pointed out. “Stop stressing. You’re making a good choice. Uncle and Auntie would be proud of you.”

“They were proud of you too,” Xue Meng responded, grabbing his ge’s hand and giving it a squeeze.  He laced their fingers together. “Any advice on how to be a good husband?”

“Are you sure you’re the husband?” Mo Ran chuckled. “What is with the dress thing?”

“They were trying to tease me, and I have a plan for my get-back,” Xue Meng said, proud of himself. “I’ll just give them what they want but better than they expected. It’s like you told me. I’m the privilege. I’m the prize.”  

“It’ll help the wedding night, at least,” Mo Ran said. Xue Meng blushed, still shy about speaking of such things, though not as shy as he once was. “Let me know if you need help.”

Later, as Xue Meng bowed three times, with the two men he loved on either side of him, he realized that his family was becoming whole again. That Mo Ran saying his dad would be proud wasn’t just empty words.

Xue Meng was still staring at his parent’s tablets as the banquet cleared out. Many called out congratulations, but no one expected a response, knowing this was an emotional moment for him. The twins spoke for him right outside the doors, thanking everyone for taking part in their surprise wedding. Surely by tomorrow, this will be the talk of the cultivation world.

“I hope I made you proud, daddy,” Xue Meng said, choked. “I saw your journal… I want you to know that they are good to me. They take good care of me, even when I doubt them, they always pull through. You’d be so happy if you saw me right now. And mom, my disciple likes medicine… he’s my son in all but blood. It’s almost like your grandson took after you… you’d love him… he’d have so much to learn from you.” He bowed to them once more. He sat up. “I love you mom and dad. Thank you for making me the man I am today.” He stood to leave and turned his back to the tablets. For a moment he could feel a hand on his head, like his dad used to do, and he turned to find nothing there. “Daddy?” his voice was small, choked.

“I know I have no right,” a voice spoke up from nearby. “But I do want to congratulate you.”

“Jiang Xi,” Xue Meng greeted as his biological father approached him. To his surprise, Jiang Xi bowed down at the memorial tablets. He stood back up, staring at Xue Meng. “I’m happy for you… and proud. They’re capable young men and they clearly care deeply for you.”

“Thank you?” Xue Meng said, confused. Jiang Xi was almost never nice to him.

“Your dad would be proud; he and your mother just wanted you to be happy and safe… and not left alone in this world. I’m sorry I failed.”

“I never would’ve allowed you to succeed,” Xue Meng told him, feeling much more at peace with Jiang Xi’s existence these days. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged Jiang Xi. “Thank you for trying in your own way.”

He pulled from Jiang Xi to see his lovers… no, his husbands… and his disciple… no, his son, waiting for him at the door. He walked to them, his parents, both alive and dead, at his back. His husbands, his son, his future ahead of him.

They’d almost made it back to their shared bedroom when Xue Meng suddenly stopped walking, blushing. “You two go on ahead… I have something to do first.”

Around half an hour later he was at his bedroom door, wearing a women’s wedding robe and wearing makeup that Mo Ran had helped him apply. Even his hair was in a feminine style, heavy with ornaments and hair pins.

He took a deep breath and opened the door to find both his husbands shirtless, lounging on the bed and deep in conversation.

The conversation immediately stopped when they saw him, two identical faces were filled with shock.

“Husbands,” Xue Meng said, pulling the door shut behind him. “This w-wife greets you.”

They were across the room and on him within seconds, both caressing his cheeks and getting their fill of the view.

“The dress thing was supposed to be a revenge prank, but you look so much better than we imagined,” Mei Hanxue said, smearing the lipstick on Xue Meng’s bottom lip. Xue Meng blushed as Mei Hanxue began to toy with his wedding robes. “By the way, you’re insane for thinking we’d ever be unfaithful to you. How we adore you aside, do you think either of us have the stamina with what we do to you every night?”

In hindsight, he did jump to conclusions, but in all fairness the twins hadn’t kept a secret from him aside from their being twins, so he wasn’t used to such behavior from them.

“It’s alright, күйөө,” Mei HanXue said, kneeling to removed Xue Meng’s pants and finding nothing but bare legs save for long socks that came up to his thigh. “You can make it up to us,” he assured, his eyes growing predatory.

Xue Meng blushed. Mei Hanxue had been giving him language lessons, similar to what he did with all his girls in the past. Now those efforts were solely on him.

The word wasn’t unfamiliar to him but unfamiliar to hear in reference to himself.

Mei HanXue’s hands slid up his thighs as he stood, cupping his ass in a firm grip before he was lifted and carried across the room before being laid out on the bed.

“You’re keeping that on,” both twins said in unison, after staring at him splayed out on the bed for an embarrassingly long time.

“That was the intention,” Xue Meng snarked. Mei Hanxue moved to approach him, and he pressed his foot to his bare chest. “There’s something I want.”

“Who decided you can call the shots?” Mei HanXue asked, raising a brow. Granted, that was a fair question. Up until now, Xue Meng had just let the twins ravish him as they pleased.

“I like it,” Mei Hanxue disagreed with his brother. “What do you want?”

“Kiss.”

They blinked at him. “Each other?”

“Yep. Then I want you both inside me. Together,” he nudged Mei Hanxue at his brother with his foot. “Give me a show.”

“Just a kiss?” Mei Hanxue confirmed.

“You’ve been having threesomes with one another for a year now and literally share a husband,” Xue Meng said, astonished. “A kiss is where you draw the line?”

“Kissing is different,” Mei HanXue declared.

“And I want you both naked,” Xue Meng continued, ignoring him.

The two of them exchanged a glance and removed their clothes.

“Ziming, don’t be ridiculous,” Mei HanXue tried again.

Xue Meng lounged on the bed, watching them expectantly with a single eyebrow raised. His posture spoke volumes.

“Fine,” Mei HanXue said, grabbing his little brothers chin. They kissed, clearly just for his benefit and without any real heat or passion like they did with him, but it was a kiss, nonetheless.

It was actually a joke, and Xue Meng hadn’t expected them to actually do it for him. However, the sight of it… he felt his face heat. “You can both kiss better than that,” he found himself saying. What the hell was he doing!?

“For fucks sake,” Mei Hanxue said, turning to stare at his husband in shock. He was blushing, actually flustered. All it did was turn Xue Meng on more. Had he truly become a monster too?  “Who the hell taught you this!?”

“You did,” Xue Meng said. “I’m waiting.”

They kissed again, this time matching the energy they kissed Xue Meng with, moving closer together as they moved in tandem. After they seemed to feel like Xue Meng got a satisfying show, they pulled away and glanced at him, perfectly in sync with one another.

“Good enough?” Mei Hanxue asked him.

Xue Meng nodded, truly speechless. “Good boys,” he said after a long moment, as if speaking to pets rather than his actual husbands. Holy fuck, he truly hadn’t expected them to follow his demands!!?? Why was it turning him on so much that they had!!??

“Now,” Mei HanXue said, yanking Xue Meng up by his arm and manhandling him so he was sitting on his lap on the bed. He buried himself into Xue Meng with a smooth practiced motion during this process. Xue Meng, at this point, was getting wet enough for the twins to generally not need lube and considering what just happened, he was soaked. “It’s our turn to get what we want,” he murmured in his ear.

He spread his legs for Mei Hanxue, who knelt in front of him with a bottle of lube. “Are you fucking with us like this on purpose?” Mei Hanxue asked him, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“You wanted me in a dress. Why are you complaining?” Xue Meng asked him.

That was answer enough.

“You’re so pleasing, күйөө,” Mei Hanxue breathed, pressing a lubed finger inside of Xue Meng alongside his brother’s cock. “How does that feel, baby?”

“Keep going,” Xue Meng gasped out, gripping Mei HanXue’s arm. Mei HanXue got the hint and pulled him into a kiss as Mei Hanxue worked that finger until he felt Xue Meng was relaxed enough to take more.

“It’s weird for you to be inside and not doing anything,” Xue Meng told Mei HanXue, clenching down on him and the two fingers inside him.

“You’re keeping my cock warm until didi can join us,” Mei HanXue said, his voice soft. He thumbed at Xue Meng’s lips where his makeup was smeared from their kissing. “You really did that for us, my love?”

Xue Meng nodded, his mouth opening in a shocked gasp as a third finger was added. “You’re taking it so well, baby. You were meant for us.” Mei Hanxue praised. Moments later he felt the head of Mei Hanxue’s cock press inside of him. His eyes flew wide as he was stretched to his limit. He threw his arms around Mei Hanxue’s neck, sobbing. “Baby?”

“I’m fine!” Xue Meng grit out, shaking. “It’s just a lot.”

“Do you want me to full send it or slow down?” Mei Hanxue asked him.

“Slow down,” Mei HanXue snapped. “He’ll get hurt.”

“Full send it,” Xue Meng said at the same time. He took a deep breath. “I can handle it, I want both of you.”

Mei Hanxue kissed him then, like a starving man, further smearing his makeup. Xue Meng felt his hands touch his waist in that familiar way he always does before he-

“AH! Fuck!!!” Xue Meng screamed. He broke into sobs, overwhelmed.

“Baby, I’m in,” Mei Hanxue told him, pressing kisses to the tears running down his face. “All of me. You feel so good inside.”

“Why did you listen to him when he told you to send it?” Mei HanXue scolded his brother. “Are you alright, Ziming? Did you tear?”

Xue Meng shook his head, still crying, as Mei Hanxue pulled back to check for blood and finding none.

“Move,” Xue Meng told them, his voice choked. “I want you both to fuck me.”

“Are you alright for us to move?” Mei HanXue asked, grabbing his chin to force him to make eye contact.

“I’m okay, I’m just overwhelmed,” Xue Meng assured him, offering him a wet smile. “It’s so much… I feel so much right now.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not more than it feels good. Just fuck me, don’t stop even if I cry,” Xue Meng told them, his eyes were steel, despite the trails of tears and leaking makeup down his face. “I want this.”

Mei Hanxue lifted him up then let him sink down, breathing deeply as Xue Meng whined. “You’re so tight, baby. I don’t think I can last long.”

Mei HanXue’s hands joined his brothers, gripping his thighs as they began bouncing Xue Meng on their joined lengths, forced to ignore his sobs and shudders as they followed his command, chasing their own pleasures while Xue Meng wailed at the overwhelming feeling of being so full.

Having both men, which were sizable, inside him was overwhelming. He couldn’t form any coherent words or thoughts, just had to surrender his body to the squelching of both cocks fucking inside his wet hole, feel the hands groping him and exploring his body, feel the bites, licks, and kisses his husbands placed all over him. He was being degraded. He was being worshiped. Perhaps for the men he loved, it was all the same thing.

It wasn’t long before they both came, filling him with their joined liquid. Xue Meng sighed, sinking against Mei HanXue behind him. He’d come twice but was too overwhelmed by this particular round of lovemaking he hadn’t even noticed

“You were right,” Xue Meng sighed.

“About what?” the twins asked.

“If this wife were to become pregnant… we’d have no way to tell who is the father,” he said. Despite the state he was in, he was determined to stick to his bit he’d already invested his energy into.

There was a long pause and Xue Meng realized neither of them pulled out. He blinked at Mei Hanxue, who was in front of him and the most convenient to look at. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Mei Hanxue said, sliding his hands up Xue Meng’s bruised thighs. “We’re just not done making our wife with child and it’s our wedding night… we can’t give up on such an auspicious night.”

He felt them both hardening, as if even the thought was getting them going. He blushed. “I’m a man! I can’t get pregnant! I was kidding!”

Mei Hanxue laughed, the gentle kiss he gave Xue Meng was contrary to the rolling of his hips against Xue Meng’s, opposite to his brother’s.

If Xue Meng thought it was overwhelming for the two of them in sync inside of him at once was overwhelming, it was nothing compared to one twin going inwards while the other pulled out, as if his body had to accommodate to every individual movement.

Mei HanXue gripped his chin, pulling him into a kiss, his smile sarcastic as he took in Xue Meng’s face. “A man? Could’ve fooled me. So pretty and wet…” his hand closed around Xue Meng’s throat and Xue Meng felt his vision white out as he came involuntarily. What the hell were these two even on!?

Xue Meng couldn’t form a single other coherent thought for the rest of the night, nor for most of the next week.

On a random morning, some time later, Xue Meng woke up first and stared at his sleeping lovers as the morning light caught their golden hair. Then he got dressed and went for a walk around Sisheng Peak, the sect his father and uncle built. He walked past the greenhouse his mother had tended to with care his whole life, smiling when he saw his disciple that was as precious to him as a son tending to those very plants. He wandered to red lotus pavilion, seeing the array was up, which meant Mo Ran and Chu Wanning had probably come for a surprise visit and had arrived the night before. As he walked back towards Loyalty Hall, he looked at the sign above the door, then at the two men who stood beneath it, matching golden hair and jade eyes, full of love for him. That love had transcended two lifetimes, and he knew that even if he drinks mengpo soup, he’d find those two in every lifetime for the rest of eternity, just as surely as they’d find him. As his face broke into a smile and he ran to them, he thought to himself that even though he’d never been one for stories or books that weren’t about cultivation… that maybe this was what ‘and they lived happily ever after’ felt like.