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Shen Qingqiu spent a lot of time actively trying not to think about what Luo Binghe would do to him once he came back from the Abyss, if he didn’t manage to escape to his mushroom body in time. The Scum Villain’s torture had been meticulously and painstakingly detailed within the text of Proud Immortal Demon Way, which the System would sometimes blast excerpts of directly into his brain in lieu of point deductions (fun!!!), so he has a lot of material to work off of. Will Luo Binghe follow his canonical rails and copy the Original Goods’ torture onto Shen Qingqiu, or will he slightly diverge?
Would Luo Binghe copy the way he had force fed the Scum Villain hot coals before tearing his tongue out? Or how he had methodically broken each bone in his arms and legs before tearing said limbs off? Or how he had completely invaded his sleeping mind, filling each night with endless torture until he could no longer tell waking life apart from his dreams?
It turns out that he wouldn’t do any of that shit. Apparently, Shen Qingqiu’s hot and cold treatment has inspired his formerly sweet little white sheep to find more creatively sadistic and inventive methods of torture than Shen Qingqiu ever gave him credit for. When the protagonist came to privately visit him the night before the trial (all his previous escape attempts having failed, his precious mushroom body rotting away), he had been certain that he’d be in for some sort of gloating speech about Shen Qingqiu’s upcoming humiliation, or perhaps even a premature little torture session as an appetizer for what he was in for after he’d lose.
None of that happened. Instead, Luo Binghe had pinned Shen Qingqiu down and force fed him a horrible potion. Shen Qingqiu had just enough time to dread what sort of poison had been poured down his throat before it had started to take effect. He’d writhed in agony on the floor, restrained and unable to even attempt to induce vomiting as something terrible and unknown happened to him. Every inch of his skin burning, his bones molten hot lava, some great big hand squeezing him down smaller, smaller, smaller--
Shen Qingqiu lost consciousness then, and so he doesn’t know how Luo Binghe brought him out of the Water Prison - but it isn’t as if it would have posed him any sort of challenge. If he didn’t feel like just using Xin Mo then he could have simply slipped Shen Qingqiu into his pocket and walked right out of there.
Because that is what he is now. Pocket sized.
“Shizuuun,” Luo Binghe croons, tapping one finger against the glass wall of his terrarium. The sound is loud, and the handsome facing looking in on him is that of a giant. “It’s time for your lunch!”
Shen Qingqiu stays where he is, trembling like a rabbit. The terrarium Luo Binghe has built for him is gorgeous and intricate, worthy of terms such as ‘instagrammable’ or ‘pinterest-bait’, with miniature furniture that’s actually sturdy and usable, and features such as soft, jewel-green moss, a mini-lake for Shen Qingqiu to presumably bathe in (as if he’d use it, with how often Luo Binghe peers inside!), and some decorative rocks and flowers. It’s really quite elaborate and well-made, the sort of thing an obsessive hobbyist might take years crafting; of course the talented protagonist had this ready to go in less than a week. Even Shen Qingqiu’s clothes are handmade by Luo Binghe! Did he use a magnifying glass on the embroidery?
[+50 Anger points!]
“... Shizun can’t hide from me,” Luo Binghe says, his voice less cheerful, and Shen Qingqiu can feel the air pressure change as he opens up the top of the terrarium.
Shen Qingqiu huddles down where he’s hiding, praying not to be spotted - he’s managed to squeeze himself into the crack between one of the decorative rocks and the opaque back wall of the terrarium. He hears the noise of Luo Binghe rummaging around, his hand descending from the heavens like a god reaching down to pluck whatever hapless mortal catches his eye up off the earth. If Luo Binghe can just give up and stop searching--
The entire world moves and then flips. Shen Qingqiu scrabbles at the rock he’s hiding behind as the world moves up, down, up, down - and then he loses his grip, and falls. His wings flap desperately, teal and gossamer-transparent like a dragonfly’s, but he’s still unused to flying, only managing to dizzily slow his fall. But then a large hand snatches him out of the air - an increasingly familiar feeling.
Luo Binghe brings Shen Qingqiu up to his face, giving him a front view seat to the darkly thunderous expression on his face.
“Shizun isn’t allowed to stay away from me,” he tells him. “And he definitely isn’t allowed to ignore me!”
Fuck!!! If he thought that Luo Binghe had been terrifying before, then he’s only more so when he’s more than ten times the size of him! Shen Qingqiu fruitlessly tries to squirm his way out of the handhold encircling his entire body, and all he accomplishes is Luo Binghe squeezing down tighter. His ribs creak, one of his wings pinned beneath Luo Binghe’s fingers. Oh, god, is this it, is this how he’s going to do it, is he just going to squeeze as hard as he can and make Shen Qingqiu pop--?
Abruptly, the pressure lets up. Shen Qingqiu sucks in air, breathing desperately. Luo Binghe takes a deep breath in and then out, as if he had also stopped breathing for a moment.
“... Apologies to Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, and forces a smile at him. Then his gaze darts past Shen Qingqiu, and his eyes tighten slightly. “This disciple will of course fix and put everything to right in Shizun’s home.”
Shen Qingqiu turns around just enough to see his terrarium on its side, carelessly tossed there after Luo Binghe had furiously shaken it like a child trying to get every last coin out of the piggy bank. Everything is chaos and mess, items tossed every which way.
“Let go of me,” Shen Qingqiu says, knowing how pointless such an order is, but feeling as if he must try and assert some shred of his tattered pride.
Luo Binghe listens to him - sort of. Relaxing the grip he had on Shen Qingqiu, like a child possessively holding their favorite doll, he instead cups both of his hands around Shen Qingqiu to give him a seat. Shen Qingqiu can’t help but flutter his wings slightly, stretching them out. They buzz slightly, briefly making his hair stir in the breeze. Having wings would be incredibly cool, if it weren’t for all of the additional baggage that comes with them. And isn’t having wings only begging for the protagonist to pluck them off his body like a sadistic child?
Also, having to wear backless robes to accommodate them is just embarrassing!
“I’ve prepared Shizun’s noon meal,” Luo Binghe informs him gently and sweetly, like he’s nothing more than the happy homemaker of his childhood.
“I’m not hungry,” Shen Qingqiu lies. He is incredibly hungry - ever since transforming into this shape, he’s needed to eat far more frequently before, almost once every two hours. Luo Binghe has been happy to supply him, readily whipping up miniature delicacies for him multiple times a day like he’s some pampered dog with an owner willing to make home cooked meals for them.
Of course the thought of the protagonist’s cooking makes him want to drool, but it’s far too unnerving to have Luo Binghe alternating between coddling and doting on him to snarling at him with glowing red eyes like he wants to eat him! With this size difference between them he really could do it too - snap him up in a single bite.
“Then Shizun can eat for pleasure,” Luo Binghe says uncompromisingly, and he walks a few steps before delicately depositing Shen Qingqiu on a table top where his snacks have been artfully arranged. Today's meal seems to be comprised of fruit slices, a berry compote, honeysuckle pudding, as well as sticky honey roasted nuts. Another side effect of Shen Qingqiu’s transformation: he’s a complete sugarholic, like a walking, talking hummingbird.
Faced with this feast of delicacies, Shen Qingqiu’s will crumbles quickly. He means to only nibble on it all a little, but before he knows it his hands and mouth are stained with berry juice and honey, unable to even resist licking his fingers clean for every last drop of sweetness. It is only belatedly that he notices Luo Binghe hungrily observing every last moment, elbows on the table and his face cradled in his hands as he gazes down upon Shen Qingqiu.
“What is it?” he asks defensively, fluttering his wings without meaning to. He tries to cough and act as if nothing happened, wishing that he had a fan to hide behind - Luo Binghe has yet to make him one, and he doesn’t want to ask for it.
[+100 satisfaction points! -25 Anger points!]
“Shizun is really… so adorable like this,” Luo Binghe sighs.
Shen Qingqiu flushes with indignation. Adorable? How dare he mock him like this, after having emasculated him so much already! Shen Qingqiu’s entire body is probably smaller than the entirety of Luo Binghe’s cock. Can’t that be enough for him?
“For how long are you going to insist on playing with me like this?” he demands. “If Luo Binghe has any lingering feelings of fondness towards this master, then he should stop drawing things out.”
If you’re going to kill me, then just get it over with! I can’t handle this suspense any longer!
Luo Binghe’s eyes darken. “The things I want to do to Shizun… the way you are now, you’re too fragile. But that’s fine; it’s better for Shizun to be small and helpless like this, entirely dependent on me.”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart trembles. What torments exactly were you planning for this old teacher of yours, Binghe!?
“So is it going to be just this for the rest of our lives, then?” he challenges. He should perhaps be grateful that Luo Binghe would rather keep him captive indefinitely than giving him a quick and easy death, but he’s finding it hard to summon up that gratitude right now. “You treating me like I’m some - some decoration in your home to maintain, until you finally lose your temper?”
“... You’re not decoration,” Luo Binghe says. “Shizun is much more important than that.”
Yes, yes, Shen Qingqiu knows - he’s his object of vengeance, the Scum Villain that pushed him into the Abyss and ruined his life, to seek revenge against at any cost!
“You could have fooled this master,” Shen Qingqiu says as haughtily as he can manage. “Trapping me in a glass enclosure and treating me like an exhibit to gawk at at any hour, I’m clearly nothing but entertainment to you.”
Shen Qingqiu has woken up more than once to the protagonist silently staring at him, as if deeply concentrating on the sight of Shen Qingqiu’s tiny, limp body breathing in his prison. It’s quite eerie!
“That’s not true,” Luo Binghe insists. There’s an odd glint to his eyes. “Shizun is everything to me. After arriving at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, all that is good and bad has happened to me because of Shizun. Every drop of pain, and every precious moment of happiness… Shizun should know how much he matters to this one.”
He knows more than enough, thank you! Honestly, it would be a relief if he could matter a little less, if he could perhaps be spared if only by being forgotten, discarded as some irrelevant piece of the protagonist’s past…
Luo Binghe grabs Shen Qingqiu again. Not harsh and crushing like before, nor gently and gingerly as if he’s made of nothing but spun sugar, but instead firmly and carefully, not causing him any pain but not giving him an inch of wiggle room either. Luo Binghe brings him closer, looking him over intently.
“What are you doing?” Shen Qingqiu asks, dread making his stomach drop. He tries to get out of Luo Binghe’s grip, but it is far too secure for that.
“I care for Shizun so much,” Luo Binghe tells him. “It’s hard to have you be so small and delicate… It makes me want to fit you in my mouth.”
Wait. Wait. Is he really going to eat him!?
“H-hang on, Binghe, what--” Shen Qingqiu says, abruptly regretting all of his big talk from only moments ago. His voice dies out on him when Luo Binghe’s grip shifts, and the pad of his thumb (large enough to cover his entire stomach, if he wanted to) deliberately strokes over his crotch with firm, unyielding pressure.
“I know I shouldn’t,” Luo Binghe says, with his eyes and mark of sin glowing crimson red. Shen Qingqiu cannot help but notice his canines as he speaks, wolfishly pointed and sharp. “Shizun wouldn’t be able to breathe in there, he’d get all wet and covered in my saliva, and his wings might get damaged… but I really, really want to feel Shizun moving inside of there. I want to be able to pin Shizun down with my tongue, to push him around. I want to taste Shizun, and for Shizun to be completely surrounded by me.”
Shen Qingqiu tries to wrap his arms around Luo Binghe’s thumb, to pull it away from what it’s doing, steadily rubbing firmly back and forth over that one spot, but all of his strength is easily ignored. He is an ant facing the mountain.
“Binghe,” he gasps, feeling the inevitable physical reaction to Luo Binghe’s touch down there. Fuck, he’s so small compared to Luo Binghe, can he even feel it? “Binghe, ah, you, you’re touching--”
“It would be so hard not to swallow,” Luo Binghe murmurs softly, looking at Shen Qingqiu with halflidded eyes. He’s so large that Shen Qingqiu can count each individual eyelash. “Not to tease Shizun with my teeth, squeezing down on him over and over again like I really might bite down, feeling the give of your flesh. I want to cover Shizun with bitemarks…”
Shen Qingqiu smacks wordlessly at the hand swallowing him up, choking. There is simply no way for him to get away from the stimulation he’s being subjected to, his thumb is too large, he’s being held in place too well. He’s completely unable to stop it.
Fuck, it feels so good.
“They wanted to kill Shizun,” Luo Binghe says feverishly. “To condemn and execute him - I couldn’t let them do that, not to you. Shizun is mine. I’ll take, I’ll take such good care of Shizun, I’ll feed and clothe you and make your cage as comfortable as possible, so don’t leave, please? Please, stay? I’ll take care of Shizun this way too, I’ll make Shizun feel good--”
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu breathes, feeling tears in his eyes. It’s so much. “Binghe, please--!”
He can’t stop what comes next. The unbelievable happens, a raw cry escaping him as he bows over where Luo Binghe is still mercilessly fondling him. His wings flutter and twitch as humiliating warmth escapes into his robes.
“.... Shizun came?” Luo Binghe asks, and then Shen Qingqiu’s limp, trembling body is being manipulated like a doll again, Luo Binghe deftly undressing him until his clothes sag off his body, pulling them aside until Shen Qingqiu’s softening, spent cock is exposed, semen coating it and his inner robe. Luo Binghe’s breath shudders, wafting over Shen Qingqiu’s entire body, his eyes darkening.
Shen Qingqiu weakly tries to cover himself up, his face burning, but Luo Binghe doesn’t let him.
“I made Shizun come,” Luo Binghe says deliriously. “I brought Shizun pleasure.”
Please don’t say it like that! Fuck, what just happened--?
Shen Qingqiu’s thoughts are brought to a screeching halt by Luo Binghe’s tongue, so large and warm and wet and pink, dragging up from his crotch all the way to the underside of his jaw. He yelps and kicks out, but Luo Binghe only moans in ecstasy.
“There’s so little of Shizun’s seed,” Luo Binghe says. “Like little drops of ambrosia - Shizun, if I worked hard enough, could I fill up an entire cup with you?”
Before Shen Qingqiu can respond to this pure insanity, Luo Binghe licks him again, as if to make sure that he didn’t miss any traces the last time. Shen Qingqiu cries out and struggles, oversensitive and overwhelmed, but Luo Binghe is insensible to his protests, only lapping at him over and over again, covering his entire front with saliva, even getting his face a few times. He even stops to delicately lick up the cum spread out on the inside of his inner robes, wetly huffing and inhaling Shen Qingqiu’s scent. Is this what it’s like to be violated by a dog? He feels like a chew toy!
Eventually, he becomes aware of a sort of… stroking sound, as Luo Binghe pants against his entire body. Squirming, Shen Qingqiu just barely manages to look down, and--
Oh.
It really is bigger than his entire body.
The things I want to do to Shizun… the way you are now, you’re too fragile.
…
He can’t possibly. No. Shen Qingqiu would die.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says, squirming with rising panic - fuck, he’s covered in spit, “Binghe, don’t-- don’t do anything reckless now, alright?”
“Never,” Luo Binghe says, rubbing Shen Qingqiu against his cheek like a comfort object. “I’d never hurt Shizun, never ever.”
Past experiences would beg to differ! Or does Luo Binghe losing his temper and squeezing Shen Qingqiu so hard that he leaves him with full body bruises not count!? He’s too scared of putting the idea in Luo Binghe’s head by bringing it up, if it isn’t already there, however, to risk opening his mouth again. Instead he’s just held in Luo Binghe’s unyielding grip until he can hear Luo Binghe’s pace growing unsteady and frantic. Coming closer to the end.
“Here,” Luo Binghe gasps, “here, Shizun, please - I, I know you can’t swallow it, but if you can just get even a little of it in your mouth--”
What!? Before Shen Qingqiu knows what’s happening, he’s brought to face an intimidatingly large cock, flushed and leaking messily at the top. Forget Heavenly Pillar, this is a Pillar fit to hold up all three realms!
“Wait--” he says, but it’s too late. Luo Binghe is already rubbing the head of his cock against Shen Qingqiu’s face, smearing his mess all along his cheek. Shen Qingqiu tries to turn his face away from it, but there’s no getting away. He’s quickly drowning in the scent of precum, stickiness dripping down from brow to chin.
“Shi--Shizuuuun,” Luo Binghe whines, shallowly hitching his hips so his cock rubs along the entire length of Shen Qingqiu’s body. “Please, ha, please help, help me--”
Such pitiful begging… Really, what choice does Shen Qingqiu have but to obey enough to get this over with? He tentatively opens his mouth, trying to lick at - anything. Salty bitterness immediately floods his mouth, but surely his contributions are less than nothing, like a mosquito’s bite upon an elephant. Can this really--?
Luo Binghe sobs and bows over, holding Shen Qingqiu in place as he strokes his cock - while aiming it directly at him. Shen Qingqiu ends up being covered in unmentionable fluids from head to toe, literally dripping with it. It’s all he can do to try and cover his eyes. Some of it gets into his mouth.
Once, I was your revered shizun, who you would never dare to show disrespect. Now you use me like a cumrag!?
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe whimpers tearfully. “Shizun, Shizun, I made a mess, I’m sorry…”
His disciple promptly makes it up to him by washing him with his tongue, delicately licking every single inch of him clean, moaning every now and then. As far as torture, it’s… completely impossible to tell if this is less or more degrading than being turned into a human stick.