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Liu Qingge was lost. The maze inside the Huan Hua Palace’s water prison baffled him; he was a fighter, not a puzzle solver. But he was determined not to give up. He had to break Shen Qingqiu out of prison. Couldn’t Yue Qingyuan see that there was no chance Shen Qingqiu would be let go? The trial would be a sham—Shen Qingqiu had already been thoroughly defamed. As for what Liu Qingge would do next, he hadn’t spared a thought for it. He’d figure something out.
The sound of footsteps made Liu Qingge hide behind a column. But instead of one of the Huan Hua Palace disciples, he immediately recognized Shen Qingqiu’s former disciple. Luo Binghe looked crazed, stalking through the maze in just his inner robe. What had happened to him? Had he done something to Shen Qingqiu?
Luo Binghe paused, glancing towards where Liu Qingge was hiding. “I know someone’s there,” he said. “Are you a coward, or will you face me? I won’t raise an alarm.”
Liu Qingge stepped into Luo Binghe’s line of sight. He wasn’t afraid of a mere disciple, even if he’d managed to capture more sowers than he had.
“Liu Qingge. Did you come for Shizun?”
“Haven’t you already disrespected him enough? Still calling him ‘Shizun’ after you allowed him to be imprisoned?”
“You don’t understand anything about how I feel towards him,” Luo Binghe replied harshly.
Drawing his sword, Liu Qingge said, “You’re going to let him go.”
“You can’t beat me.”
Liu Qingge sent Cheng Luan flying at Luo Binghe, just to have his sword knocked out of the air and slammed to the ground by Luo Binghe’s. Embedded in the stone, Cheng Luan didn’t move even when Liu Qingge made a hand sign. Liu Qingge ran forward, yanking his sword out by hand as he charged forward. Luo Binghe blocked his next attack easily, and the one after it.
“I expected better from you,” Luo Binghe remarked, not even short of breath.
Liu Qingge growled, striking out with spiritual energy alone. Luo Binghe narrowly dodged out of the way, and Liu Qingge seized the opportunity to tackle him. Inelegant, to be sure, but not unfair.
They went crashing against the wall of the water prison. He heard Luo Binghe’s teeth click together as he hit the stone, hard. Then there was a sound of a gear turning, and Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe fell into the suddenly open hole under their feet.
Luo Binghe grappled with Liu Qingge in the air, landing heavily on top of him at the bottom. The way out slammed shut and something sprayed them from above. Liu Qingge aimed a punch at Luo Binghe’s face, knocking him away. Luo Binghe looked unhurt, except for the sudden dread on his features.
“What sprayed us?” Liu Qingge asked, scrambling to his feet.
“A poison,” Luo Binghe replied. “There’s no way out of here for a shichen—then the door will unseal.”
“What kind of poison?”
Smiling ruefully, Luo Binghe replied, “Don’t you feel it already? It’s from a flower that grows deep underground the palace.”
“I don’t feel anything.”
“Maybe it’s too old… Huan Hua Palace banned the punishment years ago.”
Liu Qingge stepped forward to continue their fight. Just because they were trapped didn’t mean that he couldn’t beat Luo Binghe before he got out! To his surprise, Luo Binghe backed away, towards the wall.
“What’s this?” Liu Qingge asked. “Afraid of me now?”
Luo Binghe sneered. “Afraid for you.”
Liu Qingge prepared to raise Cheng Luan and strike while Luo Binghe was distracted by whatever it was, until his legs suddenly felt weak. A wave of arousal came with it, centering on his groin and then spreading outwards, making his entire body feel oversensitized.
He remembered how the succubi poison had felt, drumming through his veins and taking over his mind. The indecent way he’d thought about Shen Qingqiu, how he’d stared at his neck, imagining kissing and sucking on the skin as Shen Qingqiu made obscene noises. Liu Qingge had even gone further, thinking of pressing his hand to the growing hardness under Shen Qingqiu’s robes, undoing the ties of his pants and taking him into his mouth…
Thankfully, the cold water of the spring had cured him of disrespect. But there was nothing to stop him now, and Liu Qingge heard a low noise coming from his own throat, unbearably shameful. The Huan Hua Palace’s flower was much more powerful—Liu Qingge felt like he was losing his mind.
“Stay away from me,” Luo Binghe said. A flush was starting to spread over his sharp cheekbones, making his eyes look still darker. He was being affected by the poison too, even if it wasn’t so fierce with him.
“Of course I’m going to stay away from you!”
But Liu Qingge took one step closer to Luo Binghe. Liu Qingge had never paid attention to Shen Qingqiu’s favorite disciple before, and he’d changed over the years, besides. He was more than a match for Liu Qingge’s height now, his shoulders grown broader. As Luo Binghe licked his lips and tilted his head back, Liu Qingge couldn’t stop staring.
Liu Qingge had never wanted like this before.
“Fight me,” he said, walking forward.
“Scram!”
This time, when Liu Qingge threw a punch, Luo Binghe caught it. He twisted Liu Qingge’s wrist and pushed. Liu Qingge was too unbalanced to keep to his feet and fell to his knees. When he looked up, he was eye-level with the tent in Luo Binghe’s robes.
Surely, he couldn’t be that big? Liu Qingge ached for it. He’d never been with anyone before, focusing on his cultivation instead. But now he wanted to throw all of it away for Luo Binghe, of all people. His gaze traveled up Luo Binghe’s body, focusing again on his face, the way Luo Binghe was looking down at him with contempt.
Luo Binghe rested his boot on Liu Qingge’s shoulder and kicked him away.
“I need—” Liu Qingge said, the two words tumbling from his mouth before he could stop them.
“Need what?” Luo Binghe asked, crossing his arms.
Liu Qingge’s face was burning. Why was it that he could still feel shame, even when the rest of his mind was gone? “Anything.”
“Beg for it.”
Liu Qingge begged for nothing. He crawled back to Luo Binghe, not trusting his legs to support him, and raised his hands to Luo Binghe’s robes, gathering the fabric around his hips. Liu Qingge leaned forward, not knowing what he was going to do, just thinking that he needed to be closer. Luo Binghe slapped him across the cheek.
“I didn’t give you permission,” Luo Binghe said.
The humiliation was worse than the sting, which burned hot under his skin and made Liu Qingge bite his cheek to hold back a moan. He wished Luo Binghe would hit him again.
“I need relief,” Liu Qingge said through gritted teeth.
“Say please.”
“Not to you.”
Luo Binghe’s expression darkened. “Then suck me instead, and I’ll consider taking pity on you.”
No, that was too shameful! Liu Qingge wasn’t going to let himself be used just for a chance—
Luo Binghe opened his robe and started undoing the ties of his pants. Liu Qingge tried to fight down the eagerness he felt, how his cock was getting even harder at the thought of taking Luo Binghe into his mouth. Somehow, Luo Binghe’s cock was even bigger than Liu Qingge had imagined, thick and heavy, with precome beading on the tip.
Liu Qingge wanted to taste him. Lightly, Luo Binghe rested his hand on Liu Qingge’s head, but went no further. Liu Qingge wished that Luo Binghe would just yank him forward and make him suck his cock, force himself down Liu Qingge’s throat and save him the humiliation of having to make the first move. But since Luo Binghe wouldn’t do it, Liu Qingge had to lean forward, letting Luo Binghe’s cock brush against his lips before he licked the head. Inhaling sharply, Luo Binghe’s hands tightened in Liu Qingge’s hair as bitterness settled on Liu Qingge’s tongue. Liu Qingge licked him again, dragging his tongue along the shaft before he took Luo Binghe into his mouth, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
Luo Binghe’s nails dug into Liu Qingge’s scalp, setting off another tingling burn of pleasure. Fisting his hands in Luo Binghe’s robes, Liu Qingge pulled his hips forward as he started to suck, wanting to feel Luo Binghe pressing at the back of his throat. He was so big it felt like Liu Qingge could hardly get any of it inside him before he gagged, tears springing to his eyes.
“You almost look good like this,” Luo Binghe said, rubbing his thumb in a circle through Liu Qingge’s hair. “Pretty thing.”
Opening his eyes to glare, Liu Qingge saw Luo Binghe’s shoulders slump bonelessly, his body seeming to surrender to Liu Qingge as he looked down at him with half-lidded eyes. Liu Qingge grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin of Luo Binghe’s head, making Luo Binghe release his hold on Liu Qingge’s hair so he could wrap his fingers around his throat instead. Leaning into the touch, Liu Qingge suppressed the reflex to gag as he took more. Liu Qingge put one hand on Luo Binghe’s, pushing it forward until Luo Binghe started to squeeze.
His heart raced. Pulse beating wildly against Luo Binghe’s fingers, Liu Qingge had just enough air to moan around Luo Binghe’s cock. Luo Binghe squeezed tighter. Then Liu Qingge felt pressure against his groin as Luo Binghe shoved his boot against Liu Qingge’s cock.
“What would the sect think if they knew you liked being treated like this, Liu Qingge?”
Head swimming, Liu Qingge could only thrust against Luo Binghe’s foot. He didn’t know whether it was from the poison, lack of air, or pleasure, that didn’t matter. Eyes tightly shut, Liu Qingge concentrated on every sensation, feeling like he was going to be swept away at any moment. Luo Binghe pressed his boot down harder, until it hurt. Liu Qingge was trembling, panting as he desperately sucked Luo Binghe’s cock. His jaw ached and his lips felt swollen; he could only imagine how he looked right now, kneeling in front of a mere disciple and letting him take his throat. He was so close to climaxing, if Luo Binghe would just… squeeze a little tighter… Luo Binghe dragged his boot along Liu Qingge’s shaft and that was all he needed—Liu Qingge pulled off Luo Binghe’s cock and pressed his head against Luo Binghe’s thigh, breathing hard as thrust one last time and came in his pants.
“How humiliating,” Luo Binghe said, grabbing Liu Qingge by the hair to make him look up. Luo Binghe had a smile on his face. “If Liu-shishu can’t last long enough to pleasure me, we’ll have to do something that requires less from you.”
Liu Qingge expected his head to clear and the poison to fade, so he could return to wanting to stab Luo Binghe. But the poison was still floating in his head, driving that same ache into him. How long could it possibly last? How many times would he have to come?
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Luo Binghe asked.
That wasn’t… Liu Qingge was a Peak Lord! He was Luo Binghe’s shishu, even though Luo Binghe had abandoned Cang Qiong Mountain Sect! How could Luo Binghe even say that to him? But Liu Qingge found himself thinking about it, what it might feel like to be taken by Shen Qingqiu’s former disciple, having Luo Binghe part Liu Qingge’s legs and settle between them, his monstrous cock jutting upwards—Liu Qingge bit his lip.
Crouching down to Liu Qingge’s level, Luo Binghe whispered in his ear, “I’ll take you as a favor for Shizun.” He nuzzled against Liu Qingge’s cheek before pressing their mouths together, making Liu Qingge moan helplessly as he pushed his tongue past his lips. Liu Qingge grabbed at Luo Binghe’s robes, pulling him on top before he knew what he was doing. Luo Binghe ground against him, his cock dragging against the wet spot in Liu Qingge’s pants, where Liu Qingge was already getting hard again.
When Luo Binghe turned Liu Qingge over, he didn’t resist. He supported himself on his hands and knees, a shiver passing over his body as Luo Binghe hiked Liu Qingge’s robes up over his backside and yanked his pants down.
“I have some medicinal ointment in my sleeve,” Liu Qingge said, pulling out the ointment and passing it back to Luo Binghe. He’d brought it for Shen Qingqiu, expecting that he’d be injured. Liu Qingge couldn’t lose sight of what he’d come to Huan Hua Palace to do: free Shen Qingqiu. Just as soon as the damn poison was out of his system, he’d show Luo Binghe what the war god of Bai Zhan Peak was capable of!
But for now, Liu Qingge was biting his lip to keep from making a sound as Luo Binghe shoved one oiled finger inside him. The feeling wasn’t at all what he’d expected, but in his poisoned state, he felt a shock of pleasure all the way down to his fingertips.
“I don’t have much patience—do you?” Luo Binghe asked.
“Get on with it.”
He heard the jar of ointment hit the floor, then felt the huge, blunt head of Luo Binghe’s cock against his rim. There was just a moment for him to think that maybe he should’ve asked for more prep before Luo Binghe slowly began to push into him. Liu Qingge clenched his jaw instead of crying out. It was painful, but the pain mattered so much less than how good it was—he was a warrior, he was used to pain. Pleasure, though… Liu Qingge held back a sob. Was it still the poison, or did it always feel like this? Could he have this whenever he wanted, if he just asked, bent over for anyone who would take him? Liu Qingge’s fingers tightened, his nails scraping against the stone floor.
As Luo Binghe started to thrust, a gasp escaped Liu Qingge’s throat. Liu Qingge wasn’t the only one affected, at least—Luo Binghe groaned as he entered him, his hands trembling where they were grabbing Liu Qingge’s hips. He was so filled up that he felt paralyzed, surrendering completely to whatever Luo Binghe wanted to do to him. Shame had fled his mind; even if the Huan Hua Palace Master came into the room, Liu Qingge wouldn’t have wanted to stop.
Luo Binghe slipped one hand from Liu Qingge’s hip and into Liu Qingge’s robes, fumbling with the ties. Something ripped, making Liu Qingge’s robes gape open and expose his chest. Luo Binghe’s hand slid across Liu Qingge’s stomach, brushing against the base of his cock before moving upwards to graze his nails against Liu Qingge’s nipple. His hand felt like it was trailing sparks along Liu Qingge’s skin.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe said, his voice softening. “Shizun.”
Liu Qingge’s temper flared. How dare he? Calling for his Shizun at a time like this, when he was buried to the hilt inside another man?
“Stop saying ‘Shizun’! I’m not Shen Qingqiu!”
“Can’t you be?” Luo Binghe asked, still fucking into him, making Liu Qingge come undone. “He’s who I’m hard for.”
“Disrespectful swine!”
“You think you made me like this? Even poisoned, it’s always been him. Be Shizun,” Luo Binghe said, thrusting savagely and making Liu Qingge cry out, “or I’ll stop fucking you.”
“You can’t.”
But he could. Luo Binghe’s hips stuttered and then stopped, leaving Liu Qingge with only the sensation of being stretched. Liu Qingge tried to push back against him, fuck himself on Luo Binghe’s cock, but Luo Binghe held Liu Qingge in place.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe repeated, and this time Liu Qingge kept quiet, infuriating as it was. “Let this disciple show Shizun how much he cares for you.”
Care? This brat! Desiring his Shizun in such an unfilial way? Liu Qingge wanted to wring Luo Binghe’s neck, at least until Luo Binghe thrust into him again and drove every objection out of his head. The only sound that passed Liu Qingge’s lips was a gasp as Luo Binghe toyed with his nipple again, nails digging into his skin. Why did everything Luo Binghe did have to feel so good?
“This disciple apologizes for how he looked at you with your clothing torn,” Luo Binghe murmured, moving Liu Qingge’s ponytail out of the way so he could kiss his neck. “Shizun would have looked so beautiful wearing this disciple’s robe.”
What the hell had Luo Binghe done with Shen Qingqiu? Luo Binghe sunk his teeth into Liu Qingge’s shoulder before Liu Qingge could say a word to him. Like this, the penetration was shallower, less of what Liu Qingge wanted. How could he get Luo Binghe to move?
“Binghe,” Liu Qingge said, trying to keep the disgust from his voice. “Harder.”
“Shizun?” Luo Binghe’s voice was ragged.
“Harder, Binghe. Shizun can take it.”
Liu Qingge was going to fight Luo Binghe properly the moment his head was clear. But for now, Liu Qingge was given over to him. Luo Binghe roughly shoved himself inside Liu Qingge, his cock pressing against something that made Liu Qingge cry out.
“Shizun?” Luo Binghe pleaded. “Am I doing well? Am I pleasing you?”
“Yes—ah!—more, Binghe, touch me—”
Reaching underneath him, Luo Binghe wrapped his hand around Liu Qingge’s cock and started to stroke. A brief flare of shame passed through Liu Qingge as he begged Luo Binghe to keep touching him, his knees going limp as he lay his head against his folded arms. Luo Binghe had to support him with one hand splayed over his stomach.
“Shizun’s so tight, so perfect for me, just like this disciple imagined...”
Liu Qingge was furious. Fantasizing about Shen Qingqiu? Liu Qingge hadn’t ever done such a thing, except for under the influence of the succubi poison. Just the thought was enough to make Liu Qingge want to turn around and hit Luo Binghe—because he couldn’t forget who was behind him, who was making him feel so good. If only it were Shen Qingqiu driving into him, except he’d be gentle, his hands light against Liu Qingge’s skin as he bent low to kiss him, long hair brushing against Liu Qingge’s shoulders…
Gentleness wasn’t what Liu Qingge needed right now. Luo Binghe was fucking him exactly how Liu Qingge wanted him to, hard and fast. Against Liu Qingge’s will, tears were coming to his eyes as he whimpered, overwhelmed and beyond wishing for anyone but Luo Binghe to give him what he needed. Another orgasm crashed down on him, every nerve in his body flaring as he came. If Luo Binghe weren’t holding him up, he would’ve collapsed.
“Ah, Shizun, I can feel you—I’m not going to last, Shizun—” Luo Binghe trailed off, his hips going stiff as he climaxed. Come started dripping down Liu Qingge’s legs, more spilling out and spattering onto the floor when Luo Binghe finally withdrew. “Oh, this disciple’s made a mess out of Shizun. Let me clean you up…”
Liu Qingge froze as he felt Luo Binghe’s tongue lapping up his own come from Liu Qingge’s thighs. Too disgusting! But there was just enough poison still flooding Liu Qingge’s system to make him press back against Luo Binghe and moan at every wet flick of his tongue. When he was finished, Luo Binghe lightly pulled Liu Qingge’s pants back up, tying them for him before he fixed Liu Qingge’s robes. Too shocked to stop him, Liu Qingge let him do it. Luo Binghe must still be imagining Shen Qingqiu; his touches were reverent, with none of the urgency he’d shown earlier.
“That’s enough,” Liu Qingge said, pushing Luo Binghe’s hands away as he struggled to his feet. He was incredibly sore between his legs, and his knees were unsteady. “I can dress myself.”
“You couldn’t even hold yourself up a few moments ago,” Luo Binghe answered, his lip curling. “Was I that good?”
“I was poisoned!”
Luo Binghe used his sword to help himself rise to his feet. “So was I. But now we’re fine, aren’t we?”
Liu Qingge was not fine. He felt exhausted, and he’d just lost his virginity to a brat. But Shen Qingqiu needed Liu Qingge’s help more than ever, now that he knew how depraved Luo Binghe’s feelings were.
Raising Cheng Luan, Liu Qingge prepared to strike again. They were still trapped together—plenty of time left for Liu Qingge to wipe the floor with this whelp.