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Su She had prepared a hideout for Jin Guangyao to retreat to after the last confrontation along with his mother’s body. The plan hadn’t gone as expected, but by a lucky chance - or perhaps Lan Xichen’s soft heart - Jin Guangyao had managed to break the seal on the coffin and escape. Using his remaining strength he hurried to the hideout to recuperate. He didn’t have much on him in terms of healing items, but rest alone was better than nothing. It was a blessing that his life had been spared to begin with.
After a couple of days hiding out, a letter arrived at Jin Guangyao’s doorstep. The handwriting was the exact same as the letter that had initially blackmailed him into making a move.
It would be best left unopened and tossed out, but the perpetrator clearly knows where he’s hiding out. Perhaps there was no need to say perpetrator anymore, Jin Guangyao was fairly certain it was Nie Huaisang’s doing due to the stunt he pulled at the temple. He cursed himself for underestimating the deceptive headshaker all these years and letting someone that pathetic get the better of him. How had he fallen for his act of ineptitude all these years? Maybe not having to act is the most convincing.
In the end he ended up carefully opening the envelope.
Lighting up a talisman to find his way in the dark, a figure dressed in inconspicuous light, patterned robes approached Guanyin temple once more, somehow with much more trepidation than just a few days ago.
He had numerous ideas for how to escape but none of them could give him any ease of mind. They were just ideas, not plans. He had no plan. This time he was a bird being forced into a cage rather than flying high above everyone in the cultivation world
He was better off not going. He should have kept running and hiding until Nie Huaisang or whoever else couldn’t find him anymore. Maybe settle down somewhere remote to regain his strength and sanity. But against his better judgment, once again he was spurred on by the letter.
The area was completely empty and void of life. It was late so people were likely getting ready for bed, but the silence filled Jin Guangyao with a sense of ominous foreboding.
He strolled around the area, spending as much time as he reasonably could looking around for any signs of traps or people hiding in wait. Not finding anything to use as an excuse to turn back, Jin Guangyao entered through the front door. Whoever invited him already expected him, why bother sneaking around.
The temple was entirely pitch black, but he could sense someone there with him. If they wanted to make an attempt on his life, this would be the perfect time – late night in a ruined temple with lingering traces of resentment. In hopes of making the other person come forward instead of silently intimidating him, Jin Guangyao inclined in a low effort bow, “I see daozhang has arrived before me, shall we speak openly?”
The silence didn’t respond, but Jin Guangyao thought he could almost hear a fan flutter. Annoying, but it was not time to fret yet. If it was, in fact, Nie Huaisang and he was alone, it was the best matchup Jin Guangyao could ask for. Despite being the Nie sect leader for years now, his cultivation was unremarkable, everyone knew as much. All he had to do was catch the headshaker by surprise and seal his measly powers away, maybe even take him hostage. If that’s who the mysterious presence was.
Unhurried steps echoed in the temple; his enemy was on the move. Jin Guangyao took out another talisman to quickly light up the room before they could get to him. Just as the talisman lit up in his hand, a gust of wind blew the embers up at his face. Disoriented, eyes watering from the smoke, Jin Guangyao tried to push the assailant away with his other hand that had still been there just a couple of days ago. Panic fully set in, and he clutched the burning talisman in his left hand, reigniting the pain of the burn he had received a few days prior. In his flailing, something sharp swiftly pierced his chest and withdrew just as quickly. In a matter of seconds, his meridians were sealed and Jin Guangyao heard someone let out a deep sigh.
“Seriously, this is all the fight you could put up after leading everyone by the nose for years, san-ge?” It was undoubtedly Nie Huaisang’s voice, but it was much colder than Jin Guangyao was used to hearing. Whenever the little sect leader was around him, he would break out into a crying fit and ask for help with whatever ailed him, no issue too insignificant – an annoyingly harmless presence. None of that shamelessness was present in the man currently scoffing at him. Jin Guangyao could almost feel a wicked sense of admiration for the act if he wasn’t on the receiving end of it.
“Now that I can trust sect leader Jin to keep his hands to himself…” Nie Huaisang said, going around lighting the temple candles one by one. “I can, right?” He gave Jin Guangyao an almost innocent look.
Jin Guangyao hissed at the pain in his chest, trying to cover up the wound on his already sickly body. He spat out, “Huaisang! What do you want from me?!”
“Aren’t you demanding… What threats could you make good on in your current state?” Nie Huaisang said as if he was reprimanding a fussy child. “Shouldn’t you be thankful for this opportunity to begin with? I already knew where you were and yet I gave you another chance. You seem to be getting many of those and yet remain ungrateful, A-Yao,” Nie Huaisang continued with feigned modesty, drawing out the last word mischievously as he fanned himself in the middle of the rubble that was once a pristine temple.
Jin Guangyao’s lips twitched at the mention of that name, but he tried not to let it show. He really had taken advantage of Lan Xichen’s kindness again and again, but he was never going to seriously hurt him, not him. Even if he would never believe it. Maybe it’s not the kind of repayment his sworn brother deserved after years of loyalty, but what other choice did Jin Guangyao have? No one would let him live on as he was. However, none of this was Nie Huaisang’s damn business. Had he stayed a clueless mess, Nie Huaisang could have lived a fine life alongside him as well, it’s not like there was any need to hurt a useful idiot.
Nie Huaisang folded his fan and smiled at him, as if looking up to him like he always had. “Well, if you aren’t thankful, I can always skip the charity and just return with your head. Nothing better to instill trust in my leadership, right, former Chief Cultivator?”
If it wasn’t for the overt mockery, one could mistake this as a regular conversation between the two. Jin Guangyao had never known the useless Nie brother to be so smug, but by now he should know none of this was a bluff. He could have exposed his location to other sects if all he wanted was to get him killed or locked up. Instead, he was cornering him personally. The grudge wasn’t hard to guess and there’s little to discuss about it so many years later.
Trying to reclaim his usual calm demeanor, Jin Guangyao bowed his head while still clutching his aching chest, “My apologies… you’re very right, sect master Nie. Or perhaps I should call you future Chief Cultivator?”
Nie Huaisang smiled at him unpleasantly and without a word made his way towards the temple’s rear grounds, urging Jin Guangyao to follow.
Once they reached the excavation site, Huaisang stopped, “Oh, before we talk, please discard all of your weapons now. I don’t want to have to repeat this again. Everyone knows former sect leader Jin always has a scheme at play, so don’t take me for a fool.”
Fool, huh. Wasn’t that the role he had been acting for all this time? Jin Guangyao couldn’t help but scoff at his own thoughts even now. He performatively removed the blades hidden inside his robes, dropped all sorts of well-crafted talismans, and even a few guqin strings.
“Okay, now get rid of any strings or blades inside of you, I wouldn’t want to strip my dear san-ge to check if I can help it,” Nie Huaisang said coyly through the top of his fan.
Knowing that arguing over this was futile, he reached down and dug into his calf and thigh, cutting open a little of the clothing and removing a guqin string and an acupuncture needle and tossing them to the ground. When he looked back up at Huaisang, he couldn’t tell if this had been enough to convince him or not, the man’s faint smile remained unreadable as he turned around to face the excavation site.
“I’ll get to the point; I buried her back where you had left her. Without a coffin of course, that has been taken away by other sects for inspection,” Nie Huaisang said energetically, almost reminiscent of his innocence before becoming a sect leader, “You can have her, on one condition…”
The prolonged silence didn’t bode well. Guangyao swallowed hard before breathing out, “What?”
Nie Huaisang turned around to face him, unhelpfully gesturing at parts of Jin Guangyao’s body with his fan, “You take back her body right here, right now. By your own strength, no help, no tools. Just your own effort”.
Of all the humiliating things Jin Guangyao had expected to be put through, manual labor was not one of them.
“You mean…?” Jin Guangyao was at a loss for words, his eyebrows twitching in irritation. Was this some kind of prank? He couldn’t believe the man that had just stabbed him was proposing something as simple as him digging out his mother’s body and just leaving. He had to have been plotting his downfall for years, what was he saying? It was utterly absurd.
“Just with your own hands… well I guess just the one hand now,” Nie Huaisang laughed lightly behind his fan, “And, of course, I am not waiting until the sun rises, so you better get to digging.”
Jin Guangyao finally raised his voice, almost shouting, “Huaisang! You cannot be serious! What is this about?! Did you come to watch me play around in the dirt? Do you think I’m an idiot?!”
Nie Huaisang took a deep breath and sighed again, with no trace of playfulness in his expression, “I am telling you to dig her out yourself, did you suddenly lose your hearing along with your sense? Why do you think you’re here and not in your residence? What right do you have to raise your voice right now?” The Nie leader abruptly shut his fan and strode over to Jin Guangyao’s side, who was now backing away, his back soon hitting a wall.
“You don’t expect me to drag you by the hand and show you how it is done, right?” Nie Huaisang spoke as he caught Jin Guangyao’s right forearm just below the scar. He squeezed it tightly until a pathetic cry escaped the injured man’s lips. The light, patterned fabric of Jin Guangyao’s sleeve was quickly dyed red and Nie Huaisang took a few steps back, observing his work.
Jin Guangyao’s world was spinning. He didn’t understand what Nie Huaisang was getting out of this charade, but he was too weakened to refuse by now… and Huaisang had the ability to be quite terrifying when at an overwhelming advantage. His body moved to the destroyed plot of land Huaisang had been leading him to.
The hole was now covered with fresh soil, probably a temporary solution before they tear down the wicked temple and rebuild a new landmark on top of it.
Now that he was standing atop of it, Jin Guangyao realized how foolish the assumption his mother was even there had been. The letter promised he’d get to see her but there’s no reason to believe Nie Huaisang would actually let him see his mother one last time. Being realistic, Nie Huaisang was probably making him dig his own grave just to push him into it with no witnesses and finish his revenge mission.
Nie Huaisang’s face went colder than before, seemingly having sensed the hesitation, “San-ge… whatever fiction you are currently making up in your mind won’t help you. This is my final warning before I… no, we return home.”
Jin Guangyao noted the glistening blades at his sides – his neglected saber on one and Hensheng on the other. If he hadn’t already been stabbed, Jin Guangyao could pretend they were being flaunted for show, just some cheap intimidation. But the headshakers words seemed to be worth more on this evening alone. It was unusual to hear the little Nie leader speak so authoritatively. Not just unusual, it was unheard of, which made the experience feel all the more creepy. The audacity to not only flaunt his own soft sword, but to stab him with it and command him around like a dog… it was beyond anyone’s wildest imaginations about the normally meek man.
After that, Nie Huaisang just looked on dispassionately with the fan folded in his hand, not taking his eyes off Guangyao for a second and not saying a word.
Jin Guangyao looked at the ground beneath him, still in disbelief, his entire body hot and trembling. He was injured, bleeding from the chest, missing a hand with the other one injured twice over. How was he going to do this, do anything? The coffin had been buried so deep multiple esteemed cultivators had to tirelessly work for hours to unearth it. This was mockery. He touched the ground and hissed at the way it stung to even touch it with the burns covering his left hand. He stretched out the sleeve of his robe and covered his hand to shield it from the dirt, and started to reluctantly move around the soil. It still hurt. He wanted to at least bandage his one working hand, briefly considering it as he looked up at Nie Huaisang staring at him with total indifference. Probably not a good idea.
If Nie Huaisang was really intending to stay the whole night watching him toil away, he would have multiple openings to turn this around. For one, his meridians would have to be re-sealed in less than two hours. If he could just recoup his strength for the next hour pretending to work… no, that would probably be suspicious. At least some effort had to be made to deceive his captor. He should regain some strength while avoiding suspicion. Nie Huaisang is still a pushover when it comes to cultivation, there is no need to be hasty.
Jin Guangyao looked into Nie Huaisang’s eyes and made his best attempt at a defeated expression, “I… understand, Huaisang.”
He spent the next hour putting in a restrained but notable amount of effort, brushing the soil away with increasing efficiency. It started drizzling, making Jin Guangyao shiver and slip in place from time to time, completely ruining his robes and any semblance of respectability. But he didn’t dare stop with his chance right around the corner. Despite the now pouring rain and his face and skin feeling flush with heat, Jin Guangyao had regained his composure. There was a chance to turn it around.
Suddenly a voice echoed through the rain, bringing him back to reality. “San-ge, seal away your powers.”
Fuck. Nie Huaisang personally sealing his meridians would leave a lot more openings. This was not ideal for the ambush he had been hoping for, but Jin Guangyao could still work with this, most likely. He had been slowly removing the two guqin strings embedded in his right forearm as he dug, he just needed an opening to use them. He finally looked up to see Nie Huaisang standing in the same spot, sheltered from the rain, his unmoving gaze scrutinizing the hunched over muddy figure in the mud… was he looking at the arm carrying the guqin strings or was Jin Guangyao just imagining it, he couldn’t tell. His vision wasn’t as clear as it usually was, nor was his mind as sharp as he was used to.
Starting to feel feverish, he decided he had to act now, not wanting to risk being too worn out by the time his powers had to be sealed again. He raised his shaking fingers to his chest and pressed down, exaggerating his anguish and throwing a coughing fit. As he reached to cover his mouth, he directed the first string to strike at Nie Huaisang’s foot, hoping to distract him long enough to wrap the other around his throat.
With a thud, the string was stomped under Nie Huaisang’s foot while he never took his eyes off Jin Guangyao, not even caring to discard the fan in his hand. Terror started welling up in Jin Guangyao’s stomach; when had the headshaker become this formidable? His pathetic cultivation skills were not some lie he had come up with to trick people; it was a verifiable fact. How could he deflect an attack so effortlessly… Jin Guangyao’s body was now fully shaking, with fever or fear he could not tell. He still had another string, maybe—
“Strip.” The word broke through the silence in the temple as well as Jin Guanyao’s mental spiral. Panic was replaced with pure bewilderment. “Since the esteemed sect leader can’t keep his claws to himself after all… strip. I will not ask again,” Nie Huaisang coldly said as he put a hand on his saber.
This was utter madness! Surely this was a bluff or some scheme to halt his attacks. Flaunting his saber as if he knows the first thing about wielding one! Still utterly baffled at the sudden confidence Nie Huaisang had in his abilities, Jin Guangyao felt his mind spin. It’s not like he could do anything with a saber from such a distance anyway, let him come. Let him come and get a taste of humility. A young master who never even had to work for his role telling him to strip down in the pouring rain! Who the fuck did he think he was? Collateral damage! Leftovers no one felt the need to get rid of! Jin Guangyao felt his chest swell with anger, not even trying to hide the hostile glare in his eyes while he looked at the pathetic little nuisance who cried at his side any chance he got.
Nie Huaisang closed his eyes and reached into his sleeve. He pulled out some sort of…rag? The piece of cloth was tossed towards Jin Guangyao who instinctively backed away and slipped in the mud, his light robes barely showing their color through the dirt and grime.
Upon a closer look, the muddy figure froze. Breath hitched in Jin Guangyao’s throat as all rationality left his body, lunging at Nie Huaisang and aiming the guqin string at his throat. His movements were ferocious but extremely clumsy and unfocused, like he was trying to grab at smoke. Even junior cultivators could repel him at this point, bloody, sweaty and mad with fury. Without much effort at all, Nie Huaisang slapped the string away with his fan like it was a pest. In a hurry he sealed Jin Guangyao’s meridians once more and sent him flying back into the mud with a kick. Jin Guangyao flopped around and gasped for air, struggling to get up and keep going.
“I did not lie, san-ge. You can see her again,” Nie Huaisang said authoritatively.
“What have you done?! Answer me!” Jin Guangyao barked out, grasping for breath.
“Nothing yet, I am fairly sure I said as much in the letter. If you do not want the remaining bits of her dignity stripped in front of the cultivation world, do as I say. Isn’t that why you came? It’s almost like you want me to put her on a display,” Nie Huaisang said in a mocking tone, irritation starting to show.
Jin Guangyao hung his head, tears making trails over his mud stroked face. Why had he come here? Dying on the run was undignified, but he was a fool to believe he would walk out of an obvious trap safe again. He wanted his mother.
Wordlessly, he stripped down and tossed the dirty robes to the side. Rain pounding on his burning skin, Jin Guangyao got to work without checking for Nie Huaisang’s approval. Having lost all dignity, he grabbed at the soil with his injured hand over and over again. If this was the only way out of here, if this was the only way to save his one prized person and her dignity, he would do it. He had crawled through mud to get to the top to begin with. This was nothing new.
Jin Guangyao burrowed further and further into the earth. The longer it went on the more feverish and unfocused his movements became. The uncontrolled movement had opened up his wounds, intertwining soil and blood on the way to reunite with his mother. From the sidelines, he looked crazed and delirious and almost… happy.
***
Nie Huaisang silently watched the feverish wet creature thrash around, clearly nowhere near his goal yet somehow more energetic than ever before. Before long, it was clear Jin Guangyao’s strength was all but spent. This kind of self-satisfied journey to his own demise was not the spectacle Nie Huaisang had come to watch. At this rate, he was going to succumb to the elements and his injuries, regretting nothing. Nie Huaisang decided to change course.
“San-ge, get out.” No reaction.
He stepped closer to the edge of the shallow muddy hole, looking down. Jin Guangyao looked dazed and delirious, disconnected from the outside world as he kept on thrashing out in the hole in desperate attempts to get closer to his goal. Nie Huaisang knelt down and grabbed a fistful of hair, dragging his head upwards, “Get up san-ge, it’s almost morning.” Bits of honest displeasure now showed in his voice, but there was no one to witness it.
The face looking up at him was still unfocused and hazy, so Nie Huaisang reached into his sleeve and poured a small vial into Jin Guangyao’s mouth. The concoction wasn’t going to cure any ailments, but it could provide him with some temporary relief and clarity of mind, which is all Nie Huaisang really needed from him.
Still dragging the treacherous snake by the hair, Nie Huaisang pulled him towards the edge of the cavity as the man clumsily steadied himself and climbed out. He was then led further into the temple, away from the rain. The naked man followed him, unsteady on his legs, tripping from time to time, saying nothing. The rain had washed some of the dirt off the man’s body, only drawing attention to the grotesque state of his injuries. Nie Huaisang didn’t help him up, but he did stop to wait each time he fell, not ready to risk the chance of this being some ruse to run away.
Nie Huaisang stopped when they arrived at the altar and turned around. Jin Guangyao was kneeling in the same spot for a while, his breathing steadying over time. The medicine must have brought Jin Guangyao some relief as he was starting to stand up, only for Nie Huaisang to hold out his saber at the man’s throat.
“You told me to get out… and now you’re punishing me? Isn’t that a little too far, Huaisang?” Jin Guangyao asked between deep breaths, his words lacking any bite.
“It’s already yin time, san-ge. You are nowhere near close. Do you have anything to say?” Nie Huaisang admonished him sternly, trying not to let his frustrations show.
“Shouldn’t you be happy? In a few hours you will be able to take my head back to the Impure Realm… is there a problem?” Jin Guangyao asked with a hint of sarcasm in his fleeting voice. “Still unhappy. Suits you right. No matter how you torment me, you will never be satisfied, after all da-ge—”
His speech was abruptly halted by a kick to his ribs. Jin Guangyao spit blood as he laughed, kneeled over his injury, “You… will never be satisfied, Huaisang!”
A thousand cruel punishments flashed through Nie Huaisang’s mind, but none seemed fitting. Jin Guangyao turned up way more frail and sickly than he had expected; and because of that, he was nowhere near the bounty Nie Huaisang had buried. There was no time, he couldn’t make this traitor experience the anguish he had experienced losing his brother.
He could only stomp on the man's unguarded back, digging his heel in, making him kneel before the new Chief Cultivator. The mockery in Jin Guangyao’s voice was making him feel sick and he wanted to stomp him to death this instant, but he was right – he wouldn’t be satisfied. Even if Jin Guangyao uncovered the arm buried beneath the soil, he wouldn’t be satisfied. Even if he ran madly into the wilderness, clutching what remains of his mother and got mauled by a fierce corpse or a beast – he would not be fully satisfied. That bounty had been da-ge’s to take.
One way or another, his revenge plot ends today. More than anything he wished he could get his brother back. Since that wasn’t an option, he wanted to at least finish what da-ge had started that day and get some sense of peace.
He thought of all the ways Jin Guangyao had been trying to get out of taking responsibility for his actions, all the nauseating self-pity he had put on display to get an another chance out of Lan Xichen. His past, his mother, his father, as if he was the center of the universe, so helpless and yet so justified in hurting everyone around him. His mother especially, her treatment is one thing Jin Guangyao could not tolerate even after being exposed in every way. Nie Huaisang had no way to humiliate her further to drive Jin Guangyao mad at this point. There was no time for him to unearth the arm, and the rest of her body was in Qinghe. With Jin Guangyao’s injuries, it was clear the man would not survive another week. This had to be settled today even if da-ge couldn’t see it. If he had to guarantee one thing, it’s Jin Guangyao not passing peacefully.
A dark thought passed through his mind, he picked up the rag he had tossed at Jin Guangyao before – a part of the garment his mother had been buried in and swiped it across his wet, bare back, wiping away some of the dirt.
***
Taken aback by the sensation, Jin Guangyao flinched and the laugh got caught in his throat.
“You’re right, I’m not satisfied,” Nie Huaisang whispered as he ran the cloth across his thighs up to the nether region. Jin Guangyao jerked upwards, only to be pushed down by a foot on his neck.
“Relax, weren’t you just having a good time?” Nie Huaisang leaned down to brush the cloth between his cheeks and inner thighs, taking his time. Jin Guangyao was frozen stiff, pushing his legs together as close as he could, waiting for the humiliation to end, not making a sound.
He didn’t know what Nie Huaisang was planning, but he didn’t want the man to realize just how vulnerable he was feeling after laughing in his face as if he’d won. His mind was clear enough to feel shame again. And fear. He wanted to feign composure by lashing out at Nie Huaisang just as he had done just a few minutes ago, but he could not get any words out, opening and closing his mouth silently.
A gasp escaped his lips when the cloth suddenly touched his stomach, trailing all the way up to his groin. He didn’t feel any cleaner - in fact all the cloth was doing was spreading the grime around all across his body - making Jin Guangyao feel disgusting in more ways than one. The cloth was now between his thighs, rubbing across his flaccid dick, sliding across the head down to the base at a painfully slow pace. Withdrawing to his thighs and reappearing to tease him again.
“What… are you… doing?” Jin Guangyao finally breathed out, struggling not to let a pathetic whimper escape his lips. He was starting to feel feverish again, skin burning hot and limbs feeling weak, struggling to stay upright.
“What do you think? Satisfying myself of course,” Nie Huaisang replied matter-of-factly, with a hint of a smile in his voice. Jin Guangyao’s blood ran cold; he started thrashing around, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. But the foot on his neck was surprisingly firm, or maybe his strength was leaving him again. He could do naught but kick his feet, hoping to hit his assaulter. A loud smack echoed in the empty temple, Jin Guangyao’s face flushed bright red at the humiliation – he was being spanked.
“Behave, san-ge. I need you alive for this, but I’m not above cutting off your limbs.” Another loud smack reverberated in the temple as tears started welling up in the corners of his eyes. Somehow this felt more humiliating than being felt up all across his body. Another smack, and another. Jin Guangyao was holding back a sob, feeling like a child being reprimanded for poor behavior. No one had dared to treat him this way in years. No one besides Nie Mingjue dared to treat him with such impudence after his father died. All of his past humiliating memories resurfaced at once and he felt a knot form in his stomach. His hand was clutching at the dust on the ground, hoping to distract himself from what was happening. Suddenly everything halted and Jin Guangyao thought he was dreaming, or perhaps he finally passed out from over exertion.
His entire body felt disgusting, wet and hot. His ass stung and the floor felt colder than before, absorbing all of his body heat. He wanted to lay against it to soothe his fever, to sleep this whole experience away. He would wake up at the Golden Carp Tower and lead another normal day, servants doting on him, taking care of his every need. Peacefully drinking tea with Lan Xichen and commanding his subordinates. He could slip into this kind of dream now and forget about all of this. He didn’t even notice the foot leaving his neck or the smell of blood permeating through the air from his open injuries as he dreamt about a better life. A moment later he faintly heard a ruffling of clothes, choosing to ignore it and embrace unconsciousness.
His brief respite was broken by something hot and hard poking against his entrance, jolting him fully awake but no less dizzy. He tried to stand up but his legs wouldn’t listen to him, was there a weight on them or was his body on the verge of giving out for good? He managed to prop himself onto his elbows, not daring to look back to confirm what he feared.
Searing pain pierced all across Jin Guangyao’s being as the tip of Nie Huaisang’s cock pushed into his unwilling body. He heard an embarrassing cry come from his own mouth, having no control over how his body spasmed in pain as though a blade was being pushed deep into his guts, slicing him open. It felt like an eternity until Nie Huaisang stopped pushing. Something was running down Jin Guangyao’s legs; he didn’t even have to guess what it was. Without waiting, Nie Huaisang withdrew and slammed into him once more, making his stomach twist as he screamed in agony.
“Aaaah, san-ge… you’re no good at this, you know that? You’re supposed to relax,” Nie Huaisang mockingly whined at him as if it was a light-hearted joke between friends. Jin Guangyao wanted to claw and scream at him in anger, but his body wouldn’t listen. The movement was making him nauseous and ill; it took everything he had to hold the sickness down.
A moment or an eternity later a hand crept onto his chest and grasped at his hot skin. Jin Guangyao’s eyes snapped open when the fingers suddenly pinched his nipple. A shiver ran down his spine at the sensation and he forgot to breathe. He was once more acutely aware of the position he was in and the source of the scorching pain radiating through his body. Without waiting, the fingers grasped his sensitive nipple once more and… twisted hard. What was supposed to be a scream of anguish came out as a painful, shameful whine. Mortified, he bit his tongue to keep more sounds from escaping. His whole body shook with pain and shame. Trying to close his legs in humiliation only earned him a chuckle and a smack from the Nie sect leader.
A hand grasped his ass, nails digging into the skin. Jin Guangyao could hear weak grunts behind him every now and then. He tried to form words to berate the shameless good-for-nothing, but the only sounds that came out of him were open mouth wails.
“Lianfang-zun, are you trying to wake up the whole village? Have some manners. The roosters will do their job at mao time,” Nie Huaisang soothed with fake sincerity, the pace becoming more erratic by the minute, the hand on his ass squeezing him even tighter. “Mm, this kind of end is much more suited for you… like father like son, right?” Nie Huaisang spat as he pushed all the way inside, pushing Jin Guangyao forward, his face colliding with the hard floor.
Jin Guangyao was on the verge of passing out, only held back by the mention of his good-for-nothing father, he screamed, “Shut! Your fucking mouth!” His hand trembled in anger. Him… the same as his father? He remembered surrendering the details of his father’s killing to the whole temple a couple of days ago, but it was still none of Huaisang’s business. What did he know, being accepted despite having a whore mother. What did Nie Huaisang have to fight for? He was handed everything; someone was always caring for him despite being a blemish on the clan. Resentful thoughts swirled around in his mind, becoming more and more incoherent and muddied. He could feel the fever overtake his body once again as he fantasized about ripping Nie Huaisang’s vocal cords out, to never be compared to his father again.
A hand landed over Jin Guangyao’s burning chest again and pulled him backwards, hoisting him into Nie Huaisang’s lap. His legs sprawled open as Nie Huaisang held him open like a display piece, an offering to the temple. Cock still half sheathed in Jin Guangyao’s pallid body, Nie Huaisaing brought them up to the altar, facing the Guanyin statue’s benevolent smile with slow steps. Clearly, physical strength was never Nie Huaisang’s forte, so the struggle could be easily heard in his breathy voice, “Or maybe, like mother like son? Which do you prefer, san-ge?” As he said that, he dropped Jin Guangyao fully back onto his cock, facing the Guanyin statue. Jin Guangyao’s heart wanted to cry out in rage at the mention of his mother, but looking up at the statue’s face in the state he was in made his heart clench. He couldn’t say a word. He just hung his head, silent tears running down his filthy face. All the resentment suddenly left his body, remembering why he had come here to begin with.
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Nie Huaisang lifted and dropped him again and again, the blood staining his clan robes with each rough movement, Jin Guangyao’s now sweltering skin pressed against him entirely and warming him up. “Well?” There was no response. Nie Huaisang grew irritated at the supposed indifference after all he had done, after choosing to do all this instead of moving on with his life or simply leaving him in that hole to rot.
Nie Huaisang pushed the man in his lap forward to brace against the statue himself and reached around to tug at Jin Guangyao’s swollen member, drawing out nearly silent whines with each movement. But no words. Frustrated, he leaned forward and violently bit down on Jin Guangyao’s shoulder, as if trying to take a chunk of it and devour him. That got one last wail out of the man as his seed spilled over the statue and a miserable “Mother…” echoed in Nie Huaisang’s ears, the voice so faint he could barely register it.
The body in Nie Huaisang’s lap went limp, hand no longer holding onto the goddess statue, now sliding down and ruining Nie Huaisang’s balance, pulling him forward. Without hesitation Nie Huaisang dropped the body on the floor with a thud and stepped back, catching his breath. The figure on the floor was no longer moving. He cast one last cold gaze on the scene before him and turned around, wiping his bloody lips with a sleeve.
He returned to the Impure Realm without exchanging a word with anyone, his expression cloudy and stern. The guards didn’t make a mention of the obvious bloodstains on his robe and welcomed him back. Truthfully, now that the news of Jin Guangyao orchestrating Nie Mingjue’s death had been made public, people seeing Nie Huaisang in this state only had one thought. But they would never remark on it or speak a word of this to anyone.