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Shang Qinghua sits alone in his study on A Ding Peak, staring at the many, many pieces of parchment littering his desk. All of them are due tomorrow, and he had plenty of time to complete them.
Plenty of time before Mobei-jun teleported into his chambers, roughly grabbed his wrist, and whisked him away. No words exchanged, and no warning given. Shang Qinghua spent a whole week tracking down a traitor in the palace, all while the Ice Demon lounged on his throne and barely lifted a finger.
Shang Qinghua has finally returned home after locating the traitor to be a maid leaking valuable information to a cult of rogue demons. She was promptly disposed of by Mobei-jun’s hand (sword) and Shang Qinghua was allowed to return to his peak just in time for his deadline. Asking for an extension on his assignments has never gone well, so he resigns himself to his desk for the foreseeable future.
Stupid dumbfuck novel. (He’s allowed to say it because he made it.) He should never have written this- or at least written less papapa to focus more on giving his character a mountain of gold. He should have added caffeine while he was at it, because these long nights tire his body, even being such a well-accomplished cultivator.
Not that any of that would matter, since he didn’t even end up transmigrating into his own horny novel. Nope. He has the honour of falling into a fanfiction! Shang Qinghua had been researching what his readers loved by reading their fanfiction, dying mid-chapter.
He awoke in his new body, and in that very fanfiction. It’s very accurate to his own writing, which he’s grateful for. It’s an advantage really, to know what the future holds and who will betray who. It makes in invaluable to Mobei-jun and a key part of his resources.
Unfortunately, the fanfiction was omegaverse.
Shitty dumbfuck transmigration! And the system is even worse! Patronizingly telling him that Shang Qinghua is an omega, so now he’s stuck in this omega slick-leaking body!
Granted, his body rarely leaks slick. He had one heat before throwing all of that absurdness out the window. No nesting, or scenting, or bonding with fellow omegas. His heats stopped, which is very convenient. It would greatly impact his work ethic if he had a yearly week of massive horniness.
Lack of heats aside, being an omega doesn’t suit Shang Qinghua. The online quizzes he took labeled him as a beta, which he wasn’t displeased about. Betas blend in and are the shadows in the background. They survive through all of the assassination attempts and aggressive alphas running around. Being a beta would have been preferable to an omega.
A rap at the door draws him from his bitter reflection, causing Shang Qinghua to clear his throat and call, “Enter.”
One of his younger disciples shuffles into the room, bowing deeply. He doesn’t know his name, due to being away so often. Perhaps it makes him a bad peak lord, but he’s more worried about keeping his head on his body! Mobei-jun has been in a foul mood lately.
“This disciple apologizes for the late disturbance,” the disciple mumbles, ducking his head again. He’s a beta, clear by his subtle scent that carries a calming note to it. Shang Qinghua is very envious.
“The Qing Jing Peak Lord has arrived,” the beta informs him. “He waits-“
“Cucumber-Bro?” Shang Qinghua exclaims, paperwork forgotten. He leaps to his feet, sprinting past his disciple and out to where Shen Qingqiu is hiding. He usually remains in the rooms set aside for visitors since they’re washed to be scentless between guests.
Shen Qingqiu sits in front of a low table, fan splayed in front of his face. His eyes peek out from behind it, slitted angrily.
“… Cucumber-Bro?” Shang Qinghua slowly says, skidding to a halt. His survival instincts are kicking in, telling him to run in the opposite direction. “Don’t hit me, please?”
“My sticky husband finally unlatched himself from me,” Shen Qingqiu cooly says. He laughs dryly and snaps his fan shut. “He’s hunting a rare beast with Mobei-jun!”
“That’s… good?” Shang Qinghua guesses, taking his seat across from his friend. He can never quite tell what he thinks of the protagonist, as his feelings often fluctuate. There’s a deep and honestly disgusting love that he tries to hide with different masks. “Your ass can recover.”
“It’s bad,” Shen Qingqiu corrects, smacking his fan against the palm of his hand. “I wanted to see a Triple Slaughtering Parrot! But Binghe insisted that ‘oh, it’s too dangerous for precious Shizun.’ And ‘oh, Shizun is too lovely to face such a disgusting beast.’”
“What the fuck is that?” Shang Qinghua asks, not remembering creating such a creature.
Shen Qingqiu huffs before leaning closer and whacking the top of the author’s head with his fan. “That’s exactly why I wanted to see it!”
“Ow!” Shang Qinghua whines, rubbing at his head. “Why didn’t you just ask my son to bring it to you? He loves parading his kills in front of you. Alpha instincts and all that, because he’s such a wonderful alpha.”
Shen Qingqiu preens a bit at that, because Shang Qingqiu is amazing at sucking up to people. It’s one of the only things he’s good at. He forces the scowl back onto his face after a quick second however, and glances away before his blush is too evident. “Don’t call him that.”
“He’s my son!” Shang Qinghua argues. “I created him!”
“But he didn’t… come from you!” Shen Qingqiu retorts. He sighs and looks genuinely sorrowful. “And it’s not his prize. Movie-jun requested my Binghe’s help in capturing it. He wouldn’t share what for.”
“Come,” Shen Qingqiu orders, rising to his feet. He pads over to the bed much more gracefully than anything Shang Qinghua could ever accomplish. “I’m exhausted, and we still need to build a nest.”
Shang Qinghua wrinkles his nose in distaste. “A nest? I don’t… Fuck no. I don’t need to be any more of an omega than I have to be. No begging for alpha like some pathetic man from porn.”
“You would know,” Shen Qingqiu bemusedly responds, grabbing a few pillows from the nesting closet. “But bro, you can’t ignore it. The system screwed me left and right after I tried to suppress my instincts.”
“The system’s never done that for me.” Shang Qinghua watches as the nest is built, tilting his head curiously. He’s never actually participated or contributed to a nest. “I haven’t had my heat in years and it hasn’t mentioned anything.”
Shen Qingqiu pauses, hands stilling at the pillows. “I wasn’t aware that you were on suppressants.”
“I’m not.” Shang Qinghua shakes his head and picks at the hem of his sleeve. “I’m just lucky.”
Shen Qingqiu purses his lips, but doesn’t push the issue further. He simply resumes building the nest before yanking his fellow transmigrator in and using him as a placebo-Binghe for the night to snuggle with.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe cries out the next day when he and his husband are reunited. He weeps like he’s a war veteran returning to his long-lost lover as if they hadn’t been separated by a mere day.
Shang Qinqhua’s chest aches for the connection that they share. Not for one purely romantic (although he wouldn’t turn that down) but also just for the connection of another person.
He didn’t exactly have a wide collection of friends in his past life. He was too poor for spare time and his online arguments with Cucumber-Bro was the only reliable source of socialization that he had.
And now in this life, cursed to be an omega, Shang Qinghua craves connection with others. His stupid instincts want a pack to rely on, since he hasn’t bonded to an alpha yet. Alas, he spends too much time away from the peak to actually form a relationship with the sect, and Mobei-jun would certainly never entertain such foolishness.
Shen Qingqiu is swept away by his husband, no doubt to be pounded away into a pile of sloppy omega slick. Luo Binghe grins, his eyes drying suspiciously quick.
Shang Qinghua retreats back to his quarters to finish his work that is due in about… an hour ago. There’s no nice way to put it. He sinks down at his desk once again, barely touching his brush before he’s startled within an inch of his life.
There’s a dead bird on his desk, eyes glossy and beak tied shut. He’s never seen this species before, but it resembles a parrot from his world. A parrot if it had razors for digits and a rotting smell that has nothing to do with its death. It looks to have been recently killed, yet smells as if it was in an orgy of corpses.
“What the…” Shang Qinghua mutters to himself, poking at the dead animal with the handle of his brush. “Who left this here?”
This must be the Triple Slaughtering Parrot that the two demons went to hunt. It’s still difficult to comprehend how it ended up here, with neither of its hunters in sight. Is it a threat? Did Mobei-jun decide to challenge Shang Qinghua to a fight? Is this supposed to be his wages for the month?
Mobei-jun appears in the corner of his vision, causing him to fall to the ground to his knees. He presses his forehead to the ground in the deepest, most suck-up bow that he can muster. “My king! My king, this humble servant is so glad for his king’s glorious presence!”
Maybe he’s laying it on a bit thick today, but he did just receive a dead bird with no explanation. He’s not about to take chances with his life.
Mobei-jun peers at him, stoic expression betraying none of his inner thoughts. His shirt today reveals more of his chest than usual, and if he leans just a biiit to the left, then Shang Qinghua will be able to see his nipple. Not that he’s hoping for such a thing, because luck is never on his side.
“You saw my gift,” Mobei-jun observes, gaze flicking to the Triple Slaughtering Parrot. “It was quite the hunt. Such a creature must be slaughtered thrice before it remains in such a state. Each time, it grows more powerful.”
“Such a statement to your might, my king!” Shang Qinghua feels a bit woozy with how strong the alpha’s scent is today. He’s usually quite good with controlling his pheromones, which further proves to Shang Qinghua that the Ice Demon is angry. “This servant is lucky to have such a glorious master to worship!”
Mobei-jun tilts his head. “Do you accept?”
“Uh…” Shang Qinghua scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. Accepting a duel is surely a death sentence, but denying the alpha anything has never turned out well.
Mobei-jun sighs before loosening his belt. “Very well. Another beating will have to suffice for the time being.”
Shang Qinghua shrinks into himself, heart dropping to his stomach. He forces himself to nod, even if his lower lip wobbles pathetically. “Yes, my king.”
Mobei-jun commences with the omega-thumping, since apparently demons have none of the same ideologies about omegas that humans do, since an honourable human alpha would never hit an omega. (Some assholes would though.)
By the end of it all Shang Qinghua is a sobbing mess, his back aching and limbs shaking. Mobei-jun eases him onto the bed, peeling away the outermost layer of his robes. Shang Qinghua doesn’t even protest, since this is part of their ritual. He’s beaten, and then Mobei-Jim cares for him after to… humiliate him? Out of guilt? It’s hard to tell.
“We leave to pay the cult a visit,” Mobei-jun says as he pets the top of Shang Qinghua’s head. It makes the omega feel even more degraded, but not in a fun way.
“Yes, my king,” Shang Qinghua dejectedly says. The hand on his head pauses, and he hurries to correct his tone. “I look forward to it, my king! The more time this servant spends in his king’s company, the better!”
Mobei-jun simply hums before standing, adjusting his top so that he doesn’t expose himself. Shang Qinghua’s eyes mourns the loss of such lovely skin.
Shang Qinghua trudges behind the Ice Demon, thankful that the alpha is large enough to plow through the snow. He could also plow his way between Shang Qinghua’s thighs, but that’s a whole other topic.
“My king!” Shang Qinghua calls, voice barely cutting through the roaring winds that carry a bucketful of snow with each powerful gust. “I- I beg of you to move slower!”
Mobei-jun either doesn’t hear him, or doesn’t care. He makes no effort to slow his pace and continues through the blizzard as if it isn’t there. He’s so impervious to the brutal storm and Shang Qinghua can’t tell if it’s due to his heritage, or if it chalks up to Mobei-jun himself.
“M- My king!” Shang Qinghua yells again as he stumbles. All of the furs that he wears do nothing to keep the cold away from his body. The wind cuts right through his layers like they’re not even there. “P- Please wait for- for-“
He trips, falling face first into the snow bank. He struggles to right himself, teeth chattering and fingers numb. Mobei-jun is nowhere in sight, which is alarming to say the least.
“Wh- Why couldn’t we h- have teleported?” Shang Qinghua whines to himself. “If we’re g- going to attack, w- what’s the point in stealth.”
He knows the reason. Sneaking up on your enemies to kill them is much more efficient than charging in and taking a full on army on at once. That doesn’t mean that he’s going to complain about it any less.
Shang Qinghua wanders aimlessly through the storm, wind whipping his hair out of its neatly (to him at least) arranged style. He spits out a few strands and continues to trudge in hopefully the direction Mobei-jun found himself in.
He’s suddenly lifted up by the back of his neck, body going lax. “My king! You f- found me!”
An unknown demon leers at him, gold-tipped fangs protruding from his mouth. He sniffs at Shang Qinghua’s neck, somehow picking up on his scent through all of his furs and layers. “An omega all the way out here? What a nice surprise.”
Shang Qinghua kicks out, legs swinging uselessly. He shivers, the tips of his fingers blue as he claws at the demon. “Put me down! My king w- will be furious for- for-“
“Aw, he’s cold!” The demon turns around, showing Shang Qinghua off to his companions. They’re all equally intimidating, if not more. One of them is bare-chested which is especially astounding in this horrendous weather. “What say we warm him up?”
Shang Qinghua goes still out of fear, his instincts telling him to run and hide where he’s safe. Mobei-jun’s bed is calling to him in inexplicable ways. He would happily take a beating if you would be allowed to burrow away.
He’s dragged away to their lair and none of his fighting does any good. All of his weapons are plucked away after each attempt at stabbing them and he’s tied up with Immortal-Binding Rope and deposited in the corner of the cave. It’s a hair warmer here than outside, but he still can’t feel his fingers.
“Such a sweet omega,” one of the demons taunts, lifting Shang Qinghua’s chin with a finger. “And unbonded… no mate, no pack scent on you… Would anyone even miss you?”
Shang Qinghua jerks his chin away. “Don’t t-touch me!”
“Fine,” the demon agrees, adjusting his gold rings. “But you’ll learn to know what’s best. A good omega comes running to their alpha, especially such a lonely one… loneliness can kill an omega. But I’ll wait for you to come crawling back.”
Can it? Shang Qinghua has no idea, but he doesn’t exactly want to test the theory. He can do that after escaping or being rescued. He isn’t picky; he’ll go with whichever happens first.
He’s dragged to a separate chamber carved into the rock. This one is a much more comfortable chamber, and even has a bed in the centre. Which… doesn’t bode well, actually.
“Go on,” the beta behind him mocks, nudging him closer to the bed. “Make a little nest. We need our sweet little omega to be comfortable.”
Shang Qinghua arches a brow in challenge at them. “Build a nest? While my arms are tied to my sides? I’ll get right on that. Why don’t I just transition into an alpha and join your cult while I’m at it?”
“Disrespect,” the beta spits, backhanding Shang Qinghua and sending him tumbling to the ground. He spits out blood, glowering at the demon standing above him. “You bitch.”
Shang Qinghua resists the urge to beg for forgiveness, the impulse trained into him after so many years of serving Mobei-jun. He lets himself be untied and immediately lunges for the beta.
“Fucking-“ The beta grunts as he’s tackled, but rolls over and punches Shang Qinghua in the nose. There’s a crunch that is very unsettling, and then he’s seeing stars. “Fine! If that’s how you’re going to act, then we’ll treat you like a feral bitch!”
Shang Qinghua is dragged over to the bed, whimpering loudly. “No, no, no! Don’t you dare-“
His head is slammed to the ground, and the taste of iron floods his mouth. He groans weakly as his ankle is shackled to the bedpost with solid metal that pinches his skin. He’s left like that, limp on the ground and every part of him aching. He was beaten last night like every other visit with the Ice Demon ends, was forced to travel through a blizzard, and has now been captured by a crazed cult. When will things finally go his way?
What exactly is it that this cult did? He can’t remember since there was a lot of malicious organizations at one point or another. Were they the ones who captured wife #120 and Luo Binghe ravaged her after a daring rescue? Or was this the cult that mind-washed wife #213 and Luo Binghe had to heal her with some good old-fashioned papapa?
“Get dressed,” the alpha with rings orders, dumping red robes at his feet. “And make the fucking nest already!”
Shang Qinghua takes the gauzy silk with shaking hands, a sense of dread washing over him as he realizes which arc these villains were in. And by Luo Binghe’s Heavenly Balls, it isn’t good.
Wife #46 was abducted by a crazed cult, and her father pleaded with the Stallion Protagonist to rescue her. Luo Binghe burst into a cave to find her tied in a nest of her own making, a knife being held up above her ample chest for a sacrificial ceremony.
Shang Qinghua stares at the robes in his arms, mind slowly processing everything. He needs a plan, and he needs it quick.
As it turns out, however, quick doesn’t happen. He takes a whole week pondering it, while the cult gets increasingly frustrated. Apparently there have been more patrols in the area of Mobei-jun’s soldiers, which is making the cult antsy and Shang Qinghua delighted. He knew that the Ice Demon wouldn’t abandon him! That’s his favourite character for a reason.
“Make a fucking nest!” the alpha above him hisses before kicking his side and promptly snapping Shang Qinghua from his thoughts. “How hard is it? Shit, you’re a terrible omega… Of course we had to get stuck with you.”
For some reason, that makes Shang Qinghua curl in on himself. It hurts more than the violence he’s been put through for the last week. It makes something deep inside him that he’s repressed for so long cry out in protest. But he shouldn’t care, right? Why does he care if he’s bad at being an omega? He never wanted to be one.
“I bet your nests are shit,” the alpha growls, landing another kick to Shang Qinghua’s already injured ribs. “Is that why you won’t nest? You just can’t do it good enough, huh?”
Shang Qinghua coughs up blood, the red staining his lips and trickling down his chin. “M- Maybe it’s because I don’t feel safe enough to nest, dumbass. I haven’t exactly be made welcome.”
“You’ll nest,” the alpha snarls, “or you won’t be useful anymore.”
Shang Qinghua picks himself up once the alpha leaves, limping over to the bed. His ankle is most likely fractured and his body is focusing on his ribs, which he’s glad for. Puncturing a lung would bring an end to his life as a transmigrator.
Tilting his head at the bed, he figures that the whole nesting thing can’t be too hard. All the other omegas do it so he clearly can as well. Maybe some part of his brain will take over and everything will go smoothly and he’ll have some secret talent at building nests and maybe he’s actually a good omega-
Nope. He shouldn’t let him mind wander like that. He doesn’t care.
Shang Qinghua awkwardly pats a pillow and wonders if this is good enough. What counts as a nest? Could he argue the philosophy of omega skills against these alphas? But on the other hand does he even want to satisfy them if it means he’ll be ritually sacrificed? He can’t even remember much of the ceremony other than some hot woman tied up enticingly. Maybe if he’s sexy enough, that’s exactly when Mobei-jun will come to his rescue.
He worries his bottom lip between his teeth as he drags a blanket to the centre of the bed and rolls the edges. It still isn’t… right, but he can’t decipher what his instincts are telling him.
[Would Host like a tutorial for 20 B-points? Host has 10,080 B-points compiled]
“No,” Shang Qinghua mutters, thumping a pillow against the mattress angrily. “And why wasn’t I offered that years ago?”
[Host never showed an interest]
“Well I don’t want your tutorial,” Shang Qinghua insists, sinking to the floor. He tucks his knees against his chest, wrapping his arms around himself. “It’s stupid and- and not even helpful.”
[Host hasn’t tried tutorial. Host would benefit greatly from the tutorial]
“Fine,” he snaps, nails digging into his skin. “Give me the fucking tutorial so I can get out of here!”
[Once tutorial has begun there is no reversing process. Would host like to proceed?]
Shang Qinghua hesitates a moment before clicking the Yes option. A sense regret washes over him the very second that the system accepts his choice.
[Processing… Loading… Checking for DLC content… Authorizing payment… Hacking credit card…]
“No DLC content!” Shang Qinghua exclaims. “Get away from my credit card!”
[Tutorial ready for activation. Activating]
Half of a minute passes before he wonders if he’s been scammed out of twenty points. Sure it seems like a minuscule amount, but he’s worked hard for them over the decades! It’s his emergency stash for when shit hits the fan.
Shang Qinghua grumbles to himself, adjusting the sleeve of his torn robes. He’s never noticed before how itchy the fabric is. The silk is high quality, but something isn’t right. He needs out but he can’t exactly undress here. He isn’t safe enough to do that.
Safe… safety… He needs to be safe. And what’s more safe than alpha? Where is Mobei-jun anyways? Any proper alpha should be saving their omega from a crazed cult.
Shang Qinghua huffs, tugging a blanket into a better position. He doesn’t understand why he’s so upset. He’s not mated to Mobei-jun, nor is he anything more than an advisor. He’s nothing to the Ice Demon other than a tool to use.
The thought is so distressing even though it’s fact. Yet he can’t stop fidgeting just to calm his nerves. Cleaning is self-soothing, that’s all. He’s been trapped for so long that he needs a way to get the nervous energy out of him. He’s very close to being gutted as a ceremonial lamb to… why can’t he remember what this cult does?
“Finally,” the alpha in the doorway mutters, startling Shang Qinghua out of his thoughts. He whips around, chest pounding in his chest. “You finally made your nest, bitch.”
Shang Qinghua is dumped into said nest before he can say anything in response. His arms are tied behind him and his ankles are bound together. He wriggles pathetically, but he must be safe if he’s in his nest, right? His nest is safe.
“It’s working,” a demon with a broken horn excitedly realizes as she hands a knife to the alpha with the rings. He seems to be the one in charge. “The stupid omega bitch tricked himself.”
The alpha slithers closer, dragging a hand over Shang Qinghua’s chest which is practically bare with how scantily he’s been dressed. “Well well, it’s true that a desperate enough omega can go feral… Or enter an omega headspace. Works well for us. No pointless struggling.”
Shang Qinghua blinks in confusion as the tip of the knife is pressed to his vulnerable abdomen. His brain feels syrupy and slow.
“He will make our god proud,” the demon standing above him announces to the crowd. “This sacrifice will bless up with much fertility and many babes to continue our bloodlines! Tonight, we claim our mates and secure our future heirs!”
And with that, the ceremonial knife buries itself into Shang Qinghua’s gut. His mind sharpens as adrenaline kicks in, and he screams, shifting to roll to the side. The blade is still lodged in him and he only manages in pushing it deeper. He groans at the pain but pushes past the agony, because he needs to survive. He won’t let a forgettable wife plot kill him.
Goosebumps raise on his arms as the room descends into chilling darkness. The torches are snuffed out and the cult members chitter anxiously as ice spreads across the floor.
“You dare,” Mobei-jun begins, his voice carrying over all others, “hurt my omega? You dare keep him from this king?”
“Wh-“ The demon nearest Shang Qinghua makes a noise of alarm before whining and stomping a foot. “Dang it! I wanted to bury my cock in a warm omega!”
Mobei-jun’s eyes flash dangerously and the temperature plummets further. “You would violate him like that? You would touch him?”
“W- Well n- not this omega,” the demon mutters, shrinking in on himself. “But-“
A spear constructed of ice shoots through his neck, pinning him to the wall. Blood sprays everywhere and droplets of it land on Shang Qinghua. The sudden death causes the rest of the cult members to attack, lunging at Mobei-jun as if they have the potential to kill him. It’s laughable.
Shang Qinghua watches with glossy eyes as his alpha- his king, he means, eviscerates his foes. He looks glorious as he does so, his sword flying through the air in a graceful arc as he descends upon the fray. He kills mercilessly and without flinching at any of the violence that rises.
Shang Qinghua rolls out of the bed, landing in a pile of blood with a splash. “M- My king! You found me! Mm, you smell so g- good. My king. My king, why did you wait so long to find this servant?”
Mobei-jun pauses, staring down at the omega with a heaving chest (and what a nice chest it is). He sheaths his sword before kneeling and untying the other man. “Qinghua strayed from this king’s side.”
“This lowly servant never meant as much!” Shang Qinghua wails, latching himself around Mobei-jun’s leg. He rubs his face against the thick thigh through the clothes that he wears, feeling tears prick at his eyes. “My k- king was too fast!”
Mobei-jun pats the top of Qinghua’s head, uncaring of the mess that the omega currently is. His ceremonial robes are torn, and he’s sticky from no baths for week, he’s injured from the beatings he’s been served, and his mind is fuzzy.
“Alpha,” Shang Qinghua whines, lifting his head to look Mobei-jun directly in the eyes. That action alone causes the Ice Demon’s breath to falter. “Alpha, I need to be home in our nest.”
Movie-jun growls, actually grows, before tilting the cultivator’s chin up. “They hurt you?”
Shang Qinghua squeaks before burying his face against Mobei-jun’s pants, desiring nothing more than to be buried in his alpha’s safety and- What the fuck is wrong with him? His actions have been completely insane the last hour or so! Ever since he accepted… accepted…
The stupid system did this to him, didn’t it?
[Host wanted a tutorial on omega mannerisms]
He seethes in anger since that isn’t what he meant at all! The system is the worst part of this world. Stupid dumbfuck system.
Mobei-jun carefully lifts Shang Qinghua with hands so gentle that it hurts. Not physically, but his instincts are screaming at him that alpha is strong and protective and his cock needs to be balls-deep-
“Sh,” Mobei-jun soothes, cradling the omega to his chest. “Stop that incessant worrying at let your king take care of you.”
Shang Qinghua settles, resting his head against the Ice Demon’s bare chest and letting himself be carried through the portal. He forgets that he’s still actively bleeding out of his abdomen until the blood loss hits him and his head lolls to the side. Unconsciousness sweeps through him faster than he can even make a sound to Mobei-jun.
Mobei-jun is greatly displeased with his omega’s quarters. There’s no nest, which is greatly disturbing. All healthy and happy omegas nest. The fact that Shang Qinghua never nested was reason for concern enough, and then the discovery that he had never had a heat? He refuses to count the ones that occurred years ago.
Lord Luo informed him of what his own omega had learned from Shang Qinghua. The information made Mobei-jun doubt if the human was even an omega at all, which would have severely impacted his courting techniques.
So he formulated a plan to coerce the cultivator into heat. If he wasn’t an omega there would be no harm. If he was an omega then Mobei-jun would heal him from whatever strange ailment the man was suffering from.
Then of course there’s the matter of courting. None of the beatings seem to be working. It’s frustrating, because he’s been barely holding back. Does he need to be hitting harder? Should he be giving concussions with each strike?
None of that matters now, when he is clearly an omega. A neglected omega at that, but still an omega.
Shang Qinghua stirs, eyes fluttering. His fingers twitch overtop the furs that line his bed for protection from the Northern Desert’s harsh weather and Mobei-jun resists the urge to lace their hands together.
Mobei-jun calms his expression and waits for his omega to finish waking. He only wishes that he could have Shang Qinghua propped up on his lap so he could stroke his hair.
“My king?” Shang Qinghua mumbles, eyes glossy. He tries to sit up, but a pained whimper escapes his lips before he can.
“Careful,” Mobei-jun warns. “I suspect your ribs are broken.”
“Yes…” Shang Qinghua clutches the blankets to his chest. He’s naked, because Mobei-jun couldn’t stand the sight of him in the ceremonial robes. It filled him with the urge to return to the cave and brutalize the cultist’s bodies once again.
“Why haven’t you healed yourself yet?” Mobei-jun demands. “This king demands it.”
“Yes, my king!” Shang Qinghua squeaks, nodding frantically. “At once, my king!”
Mobei-jun tilts his head and studies the omega. “You… Your skin is flushed.”
Shang Qinghua presses the back of his hand to his forehead, eyes wide. “Does I seem fevered? Was in inflicted with a rare illness, my king? Or has the chill set in?”
“I believe cultivators are above such simple diseases as a cold,” Mobei-jun dryly replies, well-aware of Shang Qinghua’s body. He has carefully studied human anatomy through the books that Lord Luo stole from his husband.
Shang Qinghua shuffles closer, crawling across the bed. He seems to forget his nudeness in favour of curling his fingers into the fur draped over the Ice Demon’s shoulders. “Is… Is this yours, my king?”
Is it his? Why would he be wearing it if it wasn’t his? He is not exactly fond of wearing other’s clothes. Mobei-jun grunts, unsure of how should answer. He pulls the fur off of his shoulders and holds it in offering to his omega.
“Many thanks, my king.” Shang Qinghua snatches the fur and scoots back to the pillows. He pulls one of the fluffy things to him before lying down over the fur. His cock peeks out from between his legs as he splays out contently.
Mobei-jun’s eyes narrow as he watches the ordeal. Does that count as a nest under some technicality? It’s a shit nest, but there aren’t exactly a lot of supplies nearby. This will have to be rectified soon.
Mobei-jun marches from the room, storming through the hallways of his palace. He nearly steps on a servant who bows to him, sending them scattering. Word seems to spread quickly after that since the corridors are then cleared of all others.
He reaches his own quarters and grabs each and every item he has that could be incorporated into a nest. His blankets, his pillows, even some clothes. (He barely refrains himself from tucking his undergarments into the collection.)
Practically sprinting back to Shang Qinghua’s room, Mobei-jun is not excited. It is a definitely positive sign that his omega is embracing his omega side, but it’s too soon to get any hopes up.
“My king?” Shang Qinghua blinks as he raises his head. “Why have you returned? I mean- This lowly servant always enjoys-“
“Here.” Mobei-jun dumps his potential nesting offerings onto the bed. “You need to be warm. You humans are quite delicate.”
Shang Qinghua hesitates for a brief moment before lunging at the materials. Mobei-jun observes with smug satisfaction as a proper nest is built. This is one where an omega could spend his heat. This is one where a mating bond could form. This is one where pups could be conceived.
“My king?” Shang Qinghua glances up, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “Will you… Would my king scent this servant’s nest? There are… There are no other omegas that this one trusts in such a way.”
Mobei-jun’s expression doesn’t betray the leap of joy that his stomach commits. It is a big thing to be trusted by an omega, especially to be the alpha with the most trust placed in them.
“Mm.” Mobei-jun steps forward with a mask of disinterest, even though his heart is pounding in his chest. He rubs his wrists over every section of the nest that he can reach, intent on utterly soaking it in his scent.
“Thanking my king,” Shang Qinghua distractedly murmurs as he fixed a pillow that Mobei-jun nudged out of place.
Mobei-jun watches the beautiful omega for a moment more before turning and striding from the room. He can feel his pheromones beginning to thicken with the urge to seduce Shang Qinghua, but he can’t. Not until the courting has been accepted.
Shang Qinghua leaps out of bed, gasping in horror when he sees that the sun has already risen. On a regular morning he would have already finished several tasks. However, today is not a normal morning. He made a nest last night for fuck’s sake. And Mobei-jun, the cold-hearted Ice Demon, helped him do so!
He gathers a few scrolls in his arms that are relevant to today’s business before jogging down the many corridors that make up the palace. He gets a few odd looks from the demons that he passes, but he chalks it up to his being late. He’s never late, fearing beatings too much for that.
He bursts into the throne room where a bored Mobei-jun is holding court. There are a few officials gathered, along with a small crowd of petitioners.
“Shang Qinghua,” Mobei-jun chokes out, his lethargic demeanour switching at a beat’s notice. He sits up in his throne, fingers grasping at the armrests.
“Many apologies, my king!” Shang Qinghua exclaims, dipping into a deep bow. “This shameful servant is late, and begs for his king’s punishment!”
It’s better to just accept the beatings. It’s easier than drawing it out.
“Shang Qinghua,” Mobei-jun says again, clearing his throat awkwardly. “You… You were not expected to attend court.”
“Ah…” Shang Qinghua tilts his head as a frown forms on his lips. “For what reason, my king? This one does not remember putting in for time off.”
Mobei-jun snarls at an alpha attendant who tries to speak to Shang Qinghua. He takes a deep breath before turning his heavy gaze to the human cultivator. “You are naked. Where are your clothes?”
Shang Qinghua goes completely still before squeaking in alarm and covering his lower regions with his hands. Mobei-jun descends from the pedestal where his throne sits, draping his new fur cloak over the blushing omega. He scoops him up and begins the march back to his quarters.
“My king,” Shang Qinghua whispers, shielding his face from view. He has stolen a second piece of fur from him! “My king… this one hadn’t noticed. I- I don’t know what happened!”
Mobei-jun doesn’t reply, and Shang Qinghua is uncertain of whether that is good or bad. It’s difficult to think with his nose so close to the Ice Demon’s neck, so he dips his head down to sniff at the scent glands.
Mobei-jun drops him immediately as if he was electrically shocked. It only makes the aches in the cultivator’s body flare up so he whimpers and curls in on himself.
“I- I-“ Shang Qinghua holds his hands up in front of himself to shield himself from the attack that is coming. “Please, this pathetic servant pleads with his gracious king for no beatings today! This one’s body is still weak!”
Tears are running down his face, mixing with the snot dripping from his nose. He has never once cried in front of Mobei-jun. Yes, there are times where he’s forced out a few false tears in order to sway things in his favour, or buried his face against the Ice Demon’s legs, but this is a surprise to himself. Yet he cannot stop his desperate sobs as they rack his body.
Mobei-jun falls to his knees and cups Shang Qinghua’s face with his hands. He leans down at licks at the omega’s tears, chest rumbling and setting the other man at ease.
“My king,” Shang Qinghua murmurs in confusion, wriggling unhappily as the tongue laves down to his throat to his sensitive scent glands. It feels fucking fantastic, but he has absolutely no idea what’s happening.
Mobei-jun pulls away after dragging his teeth over the soft skin where a mating bite would go. His pupils are blown wide and his scent is thick in the air.
“No more beatings,” Mobei-jun finally says before rising to his feet. He adjusts his cloak over the omega before storming out of the room, leaving Shang Qinghua confused and slightly horny.
Okay, maybe a lot more than slightly.
Shang Qinghua drags himself to his bed, splaying oht across the many fabrics and other luxuries he now has. It smells faintly of Mobei-jun still, which greatly pleases the more instinctual parts of him.
“System,” he calls, clutching a pillow to his chest, “when is the tutorial going to start? I gave you B-points!”
[Tutorial has begun already]
Shang Qinghua scowls and rubs his face against the pillows to make his bed more his own. “What a rip-off! I want a refund!”
[No refunds are allowed once a purchase has been completed]
Shang Qinghua rolls over onto his back, preparing a slew of curses to unleash upon the system. Unfortunately he doesn’t get the chance to do so since a knock at door interrupts him.
Shang Qinghua catches a whiff of his alpha’s scent and immediately sits up, calling for him to enter. It’s only after the door it already opening that he realizes that Mobei-jun is not his alpha.
Mobei-jun stills in the doorway. “You are still not clothed.”
Shang Qinghua pulls a nearby blanket onto his lap but doesn’t bother maintaining his dignity much further than that. Everything has been seen already, and he’s feeling odd to say the least.
Mobei-jun steps the rest of the way inside, revealing a bundle in his arms. “This is for you.”
“Me, my king?” Shang Qinghua reaches out and accepts the offerings, unwrapping it with an excited frenzy. The paper falls away and leaves the contents exposed for his eyes. “What… What is it?”
Fingers tracing over the unknown item, Mobei-jun grumbles unhappily. “It’s a heating talisman. Humans are vulnerable to the cold, and it would not do for you to fall ill.”
“Ah. Of course.” Shang Qinghua clutches the talisman to his chest, trying to push qi into it to activate it. He feels a flicker in his chest but the talisman remains inactive.
“Does it not work?” Mobei-jun’s eyes narrow into angry slits, he reaches for the talisman but Shang Qinghua squeaks in alarm and scrambles away, hiding his precious gift behind his back. “This king will break the bones of every merchant who handled it.”
“My king, that is unnecessary!” Shang Qinghua exclaims, although he is delighted that the anger doesn’t seem to be directed towards himself. “This inferior servant-“
“No,” Mobei-jun sharply interrupts.
“I- Pardon?” Shang Qinghua hesitantly asks.
“You are not inferior, nor are you lowly, or pathetic.” Mobei-jun gently tips the omega’s head up so that their gazes meet, holding firm to prevent the human from hiding. “Try again.”
“Um…” Shang Qinghua swallows thickly, ignoring the wetness gathering between his legs. He knows that omegas have holes designed for penetration and therefore self-supplied lube is biologically required, but he’s a dude! In his past life this didn’t happen!
“Again,” Mobei-jun orders, pupils dilating. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, thumb dragging across the edge of Shang Qinghua’s mouth.
“This servant-“ Shang Qinghua begins, only to immediately be cut off by the Ice Demon’s clearing of his throat. “Er- This one cannot gather the qi to activate the talisman with a still-healing body.”
“I see.” Mobei-jun finally releases the human. “How long will recovery take?”
“Perhaps only a day more,” Shang Qinghua hopefully says. “Cultivators heal quickly.”
“Then heal,” Mobei-jun commands, waving a hand in Shang Qinghua’s direction.
“My king…” Shang Qinghua fiddles with the talisman. “That is not how my body works.”
“Hmph.” Mobei-jun strides from the room without another word, leaving Shang Qinghua bewildered yet again.
The next week is very perplexing for Shang Qinghua. He has gotten used to his routines and ways of living, so this new pattern to his life is mystifying to say the least. He is only allowed to remain in his bed in the palace, unable to return to his peak. Those are the strict instructions that the Ice Demon gave him.
Each morning he is woken to his doors slamming open and Mobei-jun dragging an apothecary or a physician in. With shaking hands they prepare a tonic or medicine for Shang Qinghua, and then they would be removed from his sight. He drinks whatever they prepared and notices no change.
Mobei-jun grows increasingly more irritable as the days go by. When the cultivator is still unable to use the talisman after days of medicines of every kind, he grows paranoid.
“You said that your body needed to heal before you could use your qi,” Mobei-jun accusingly states, patting the omega down. The alpha seems to not care about Shang Qinghua’s squirming and squawks of indignant protests. “Why haven’t you healed? Why are you not better?”
“I have healed!” Shang Qinghua snaps, slapping Mobei-jun across the cheek in his frustration. His hand instantly drops away as soon as the crack is audible and he gasps in horror. “My- My king!”
Mobei-jun touches the spot on his face where the hit had landed, silent for a full minute. Shang Qinghua can head his pounding heart and his desperate breaths as they fill the room.
“This king apologizes,” Mobei-jun finally says, inclining his head. “He encroached on Shang Qinghua’s space too many times during his trying time.”
Shang Qinghua feels faint. When was the last time he saw the Ice Demon do such a thing? In court he was more likely to execute someone than admit to a minor mistake. It was about pride, even if many demons were arrogant.
“What trying time does my king speak of?” Shang Qinghua questions, trying to focus on something else.
Mobei-jun’s lips twist into a deep scowl before it lessons into a light frown with an eyebrow slightly quirked. It’s as close as he comes to a shrewd smile. “This king understands such desire to keep things discreet. I understand now why our courting has taken so long. You desire for me to prove myself in every way possible, since you are such a great man.”
Shang Qinghua’s mouth drops, dizziness hitting him in full force. “I- You- We- Courting?!?”
“I am unworthy,” Mobei-jun mournfully says before his expression hardens. “I will earn the right to call myself yours. I will earn the right to bury myself into you, and I’ll do so before the first wave.”
Shang Qinghua is struck with the image of the Ice Demon forcing his legs open while they tremble from exertion. His large hands would guide his thighs wide before his cock speared into his body yet again for another round.
Mobei-jun studies him carefully. “I estimate another week with how long it’s been. I shall earn you by then, I vow.”
“Earn me?” Shang Qinghua repeats incredulously. “And what do you mean we’ve been courting? And what wave? What’s coming?”
Mobei-jun marches from the room without answering, which Shang Qinghua is really growing tired of. Is it so hard to explain what’s going on in his head?
“First wave, first wave,” he murmurs to himself, absentmindedly curling his fingers into the fur that is in the middle of his bed. “What hasn’t happened in a while?”
He sets the talisman off to the side, oddly warm without it. He’s never warm in the palace since it’s so freezing, but maybe the seasons are changing?
“A battle,” Shang Qinghua breathes out. “A battle must be coming! The first wave of war is on its way. It’s been a while since there was an attack here…”
Shang Qinghua tugs his clothes on before running out of his chambers for the first time in a week. Going against Mobei-jun’s orders risky, especially with how odd he’s been acting, but he has to prepare.
An armoury worker lifts his head, jewelry dangling from his horns. “Advisor Sh-“
“Give me the registry,” Shang Qinghua orders, hand shooting out with his palm up.
“Yes, yes, of course.” The worker immediately rummages in his drawer and pulls out the scroll, licking his chapped lips nervously. “What else might this one help with?”
Shang Qinghua reads over the information before clicking his tongue. “Why is there twice as many soldiers in this palace than weapons in the armoury?”
“Uh…” One of the worker’s eyes drifts to the side while the other lingers on Shang Qinghua’s face. “I- I don’t know?”
“You don’t know?” Shang Qinghua spits out. This worker’s negligence could be what leads to Mobei-jun’s death! “You don’t know?”
“I- I was hired a month ago! I’ve still been organizing!” The worker fell to his knees, clasping his hands together in front of him. “Forgive me!”
“You had plenty of time to figure it out,” Shang Qinghua coldly says before stepping into the hall. “Guards!”
Two demons in armour promptly come running, swords drawn. They skid to a halt when they see that the human is not in immediate danger.
“Take him to the dungeon!” Shang Qinghua orders, motioning to the armoury worker. The guards nod obediently before sheathing their weapons and dragging the crying demon between them.
Shang Qinghua descends upon the kitchens nest. He can practise inedia, and while it’s not his favourite thing to do, he can manage. However others will need to eat, and if the palace is under siege for a longer duration than expected, food might run out and some might die.
Shang Qinghua gasps, his chest tightening in worry. Mobei-jun might starve to death, and then he would be able to sure strong offspring! Oh, that can’t happen. It just can’t. A demon as strong as he is needs to have a whole brood of heirs.
He hisses to himself as he stalks into the kitchen, causing all of the staff to pause and exchange glances. He ignores them all and rummages through the supplies, finding them insufficient.
“Is there something… wrong?” a cook eventually asks, wringing her hands together. “Is there a feast we forgot?”
“Guards!” Shang Qinghua screeches. A different set runs in this time, footsteps echoing through the halls until they arrive. They hold their swords at the ready, but their grip wavers when they can see no assailants.
“What…” A guard with a scar across their nose frowns. “How may we assist, Advisor Shang Qinghua?”
“Throw them all in the dungeon!” Shang Qinghua motions to the frightened kitchen staff. The guards herd the staff away and down the hall, not questioning the omega.
Shang Qinghua puts his talents (paranoid mind) to work in the barracks next. He challenges them all to a duel, and whoever can’t beat him will be thrown into the dungeon.
The soldiers laugh before realizing that he’s not joking. They can see the half-feral look in his eyes and know better than to antagonize him.
A young demon steps forward, bowing deeply. He’s an alpha, scent strong and so, so wrong. Shang Qinghua wrinkles his nose, wishing that he could shield himself from such a foul stench. Honestly, is it hard to smell as good as Mobei-jun does?
“I do not wish to offend,” the young alpha begins, “but I also do not wish to fight a vulnerable omega.”
“Vulnerable?” Shang Qinghua repeats in outrage. “I’ll show you vulnerable when I kick your ass!”
The captain holds a placating hand out. “Not vulnerable because you’re an omega. You have garnered much respect in your work. Vulnerable in your… state.”
Shang Qinghua sheds his outer robe, disregarding the scandalized gasps. Since when are demons appalled at such a thing? Half of them fight in the nude!
“Fight me!” Shang Qinghua goads, crossing his arms. “Or you’ll go in the dungeons! If you can’t beat me, then how are you fit to protect our king!”
“Oh. I see” The captain relaxes, his stance loosing its tension. “Your alpha is perfectly safe. He can care for himself.”
“Fight me!” Shang Qinghua reiterates.
“Where’s your nest?” Another solider sniffs the air before shaking their head. “You shouldn’t be out of your room.”
Shang Qinghua is on the brink of tears. Why won’t anyone fight him? Why is he feeling so hot? Where is Mobei-jun?
Finally having enough, Shang Qinghua takes his sword out, relishing in the way that everyone else in the room sharply inhales. Finally, they understands that he’s serious. Mobei-jun needs to be protected!
“Be careful,” the young alpha yelps, trying to snatch Shang Qinghua’s sword away. “You might hurt yourself!”
“What’s going on here?”
Shang Qinghua whips around and Mobei-jun barely dodges his blade. He easily pries it from the omega’s grip, who barely even notices. He’s too busy leaping at the alpha with his arms spread wide.
“My king!” Shang Qinghua sobs, tears streaming down his face and onto the Ice Demon’s shirt. “There’s too many traitors for me to deal with!”
“Mn.” Mobei-jun pets the top of Shang Qinghua’s head, his attention focused on the soldiers gathered. “How long has he been here?”
“Not long, Your Highness.” The captain shakes his head in reassurance. “Although I have received reports of him running about the palace and- er- arresting anyone he sees.”
“They’re traitors!” Shang Qinghua bawls, unable to stop his blubbering. “My king, they must be punished!”
Mobei-jun lifts the omega up over his shoulder, bending to retrieve the forgotten outer robes. “You may release his prisoners. He is delirious with fever and charges will not be pressed.”
Shang Qinghua would protest, except his alpha’s scent glands are right there and so he has to bury his face into them. He grumbles unhappily when he’s gently redirected by Mobei-jun, but brightens when he sees what he’s being offered.
“A book!” Shang Qinghua grabs at the gift, quickly flipping through it. He recognizes it as a raunchy, absolutely terrible novel and is thrilled. “Many thanks, my king.”
“This will keep you in bed.” Mobei-jun carries the omega in the direction of his chambers. “It is improper for omegas in your state to be unaccompanied by their partner.”
“What state?” Shang Qinghua’s arm goes limp but he doesn’t drop his book. It is now his prized possession, until he finds a new, even more depraved novel. “This one is genuinely asking.”
Mobei-jun deposits the cultivator on his bed among the many borrowed items that clutter it. Shang Qinghua resists the urge to yank the Ice Demon down with him.
“Your pre-heat.” Mobei-jun presses the back of his hand against Shang Qinghua’s forehead. “Although it seems your heat is approaching. You grow warmer by the minute.”
Shang Qinghua laughs and waves an arm. “Seriously, my king. Tell me what everyone has been speaking of.”
Mobei-Jin’s forehead creases and he lowers his voice, speaking more clearly. “Your pre-heat has been greatly affecting your actions as of late. You hadn’t noticed its influence on you?”
Shang Qinghua fans himself with his book. “My- My pre-heat…”
Mobei-Jim’s frown deepens. “Is the first wave of your heat coming? This will be a difficult heat. You’ve neglected your instincts for years and your body haven’t been able to handle heats.”
Wave! First wave! Oh, how he should have realized sooner. There is no attack coming, instead ghe battle will be with his own body.
“The scenting, the nesting…” Mobei-jun runs a hand over the edge of what Shang Qinghua is now just realizing is his nest. “I suspect that your qi has been preserving itself for your heat.”
“I- And you knew?” Shang Qinghua stares in disbelief at the other man. “And you didn’t…”
“I knew,” Mobei-jun simply answers. “How could I not know that the omega I’m courting will be going through heat soon? When I will accompany him through it… If he wishes.”
Shang Qinghua whines before clamping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. He rolls into his stomach and hides in his nest.
“This king will leave now,” Mobei-jun says with far more gentleness than Shang Qinghua’s pants can take right now. “But I shall return when you have had time to process this and consider my offer.”
Shang Qinghua waits until he hears the door shut, heart pounding and clothes sticking to his skin. He sits up and glares up at the sky. “System! What the fuck is this? I thought that I didn’t get heat?”
[Host activated the tutorial to instruct him on his omega instincts]
“I was perfectly fine without all of that!” Shang Qinghua begins to hyperventilate, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. “Oh fuck, oh fuck I have a heat coming. Holy shit this is bad.”
He does what he does every time he needs to distract himself- look at porn.
Shang Qinghua flips open the book that he was given. It doesn’t take long for him to get to one of the chapters with throbbing members and heaving breasts. His mind settles into the calmness that comes with his regular routine.
These scenes have never quite turned him on. They just mildly interest his friend downstairs. Yes he wrote a mountain’s worth of porn between men and women only, but it’s never done it for him.
It was a warm evening the day that he discovered his sister’s BL novels as one would say. The specific literature had never appealed to him, but his cock rose to full mast after two pages.
He had to burn the book after he got the evidence of his climax on it. Reflecting on his past, there are some resists of Mobei-jun that he might have taken from that book, but that was a coincidence! It was just well-written, okay? He totally didn’t design him to his own secret desires hahaha…
Shang Qinghua returns his attention to the book, focusing on the words. He sits up against the headboard, spitting on his hand before bringing it to his half-hard member. It doesn’t take long before the uncomfortable wetness spilling out of his asshole is too much. It’s ruining his nest!
Huffing to himself, Shang Qinghua climbs out of his nest and rolls onto the floor to continue his masturbation session. He shifts around for a minute until he’s moderately comfortable on the freezing floor and then renews his effort.
Half an hour later he’s panting and his dick is practically raw with his attempts to bring himself to completion. He’s filled with pride at his stamina, but he’s not trying to, honestly. He just wants to cum and tuck himself into his nest and cry his fears away.
Shang Qinghua throws the book at the wall, growling at it. The sound startles himself and he nearly cries out of frustration.
“System,” he nearly sobs, “I don’t want a heat! Isn’t there something kind of drug I could find? I never tried cocaine, but it seemed fun!”
[Host is welcome to attempt such an act, although it is recommended to finish tutorial based on past actions]
“What actions?” Shang Qinghua tugs at his hair. “I don’t want to be a fucking omega! Why couldn’t I be a beta? Or- Or can I get a hysterectomy?”
The system doesn’t respond, and the heat burning beneath his skin is only getting worse. He’s desperate for anything to make it better.
He brings a shaking hand lower than before, breath hitching as he grazes a finger over his untouched rim. It doesn’t feel terrible, but it doesn’t feel amazing either.
Shang Qinghua rubs some of the moisture around, finding it to be the same texture as the lube in his dresser in the other world. This isn’t world-ending. This is fine.
Pressing the very tip of his finger inside of himself, Shang Qinghua frowns. This is no big deal. “Cucumber-Bro, you big baby. The Heavenly Pillar can’t be that bad!”
It’s when his second digit enters that his mouth parts and his eyelids flutter. That is definitely a stretch but the naturally-sourced lube makes it easier.
Shang Qinghua shifts to sit up more, moaning out loud when his fingers press against something horrifyingly mind-blowing. He yanks his hand away, cheating heaving as he processes what to do next.
On one hand, that was better than any orgasm he has ever had. On the other hand, what the fuck is going on?
He tosses all such thoughts from his head in favour of resuming his pleasure. His two fingers slip inside and stroke the special spot inside. He finishes before he can truly appreciate it, cum splattering on the floor.
Shang Qinghua still feels unsatisfied. There’s an itch that he can’t quite scratch as much as he’s loathe to admit as much.
Curling up in his nest, Shang Qinghua tugs the fur that has become to engrained in his nest to his face. Mobei-jun’s scent is beginning to fade and is growing faint.
Waking up in the throes up heat is a miserable experience that one should only wish upon their word et enemy. Shang Qinghua feels hot, but he can’t bring himself to leave his nest and cool down. His nest is where he is safest, even if it’s only adding to his fever.
He has also lost the ability to orgasm, as pathetic as it sounds. He’s gotten to the point where he had four fingers up in ass and still unable bring himself to climax. He has abandoned the idea clothes long ago, his skin too sensitive for the rough fabrics.
That certainly isn’t helping with his heat, so he can only cry as he’s impaled on his own digits. He curls two fingers inside, searching for the spot of pleasure. It’s frustratingly impossible, when he was able to so easily locate it yesterday.
Shang Qinghua doesn’t hear the door open, nor the sharp intake of breath. He’s occupied in his own misery, tears running down his face.
“Shang Qinghua.” Mobei-jun steps closer, carrying a box in his hands. He sets it on top of the omega’s desk and unclasps his cloak. “Have you thought over my offer?”
“Yes,” Shang Qinghua sobs, reaching both hands out, even though one of them is very wet. “My king, help me. I- I accept your courting, just please help me!”
Mobei-jun doesn’t move. He tilts his head to the side slightly and purses his lips. “Is your heat the only reason as to you accepting my courting?”
Shang Qinghua hesitates, busying himself with adjusting the edge of his nest. “My king…”
“I am more than willing to be your heat partner, although I wish for you to become my queen.” Mobei-jun finally approaches the nest and strokes the top of Shang Qinghua’s head.
“Yes,” Shang Qinghua breathes out, leaning into his king- his alpha’s touch. “I- I want it. Um, perhaps there is a better title than queen? I am a man, even if my asshole is leaking.”
The corner of the Ice Demon’s mouth quirks up. “You will marry me and bear my heirs? You will let me cherish you for the rest of our days?”
Shang Qinghua isn’t entirely sure about the whole ‘bearing heirs’ part of the agreement, but he’s always been flexible. Hey, he never thought he’d fall in love with a stoic man and not a heavy-chested woman, but here he is.
“My king.” Shang Qinghua slowly spreads his legs, his heart pounding wildly in his throat. Is he about to spit up blood? “Please help me. I need you.”
Mobei-jun launches himself at the cultivator, smashing their mouths together with all of the craving that Shang Qinghua requires. The omega’s fingers curl into the other man’s shirt as a whine is torn from him.
Mobei-jun clacks their teeth together as he jerks forward when Shang Qinghua’s scent intensifies. His body floods with warmth, but the alpha’s wandering hands soothe it with their chill. Their fronts press together in frantic grinding on Shang Qinghua’s part and controlled movements on Mobei-jun’s.
“It’s not fair,” Shang Qinghua whimpers as he pulls away. He pants, clawing at the alpha’s clothes. “It’s not fair!”
“Mm?” Mobei-jun’s fingers pet the human’s face with fondness, as if he’s amazed to be this close.
“I’m naked while you- It’s not fair!” Shang Qinghua exclaims again, drumming his fists against the Ice Demon’s chest.
“Patience,” Mobei-jun soothes gently, stripping himself as Shang Qinghua watches greedily. He’s better than any of the fanart he had ever scrolled through on late night’s alone in bed.
“Come on, come on!” Shang Qinghua urges. Sweat beads along his forehead and slick drips into his nest. “I’ve waited and waited. I’ve been patient.”
“You have not waited as long as I.” Mobei-jun places his hands on Shang Qinghua’s thighs to press the apart.
Shang Qinghua can only stare at Mobei-jun’s pillar as it points upwards, the tip of it a flushed purple. He supposes that it makes sense with the demon’s heritage even if he hasn’t been expecting it.
Cucumber-Bro will be fascinated by it. They will have to exchange stories of their alpha’s cocks after this.
“Cute,” Mobei-jun muses, caressing Shang Qinghua’s own dick. He cups at his balls, squeezing softly.
Shang Qinghua’s cheeks flush red with humiliation and he barely withholds his moan. “My king, it’s not cute!”
“Adorable,” Mobei-jun amends, wrapping his hand around the length, dragging up. He frowns at the friction and scoops up some of the leaking wetness from Shang Qinghua’s hole to make the glide easier.
Shang Qinghua’s breath catches in his chest. “M- my king, it’s a perfectly acceptable size! You’re just….”
Massive. Insanely huge to the point where he can only pity Cucumber-Bro if he has to take the Heavenly Pillar. He will be sure to send an apology gift of some kind, perhaps a healing ointment.
“But you’ll take it,” Mobei-jun confidently says. His hand not wrapped around Shang Qinghua’s cock travels to his drilling hole, bullying two of his thick fingers inside. “You will take this king well.”
Shang Qinghua clenches down, covering his face with his arms. “Please!”
Mobei-jun ignores the cultivator’s pleading in favour of sucking his fingers clean. Shang Qinghua squeaks in embarrassment and rolls onto his stomach, hiding his face in the pillows. It was hot, but he shouldn’t be allowed to be so attractive!
A cold mouth closes around his entrance, sucking teasingly at his rim. Shang Qinghua cries out loudly and fists at the blanket beneath him. “My king! Ah-”
“Alpha,” the demon corrects before his tongue pushes into Shang Qinghua. His hands land on the omega’s hips to prevent his escape.
“Huh?” Shang Qinghua wriggles, overwhelmed by the sensations. The iciness is soothing for his heat, but shocking against his sensitive parts. “My- my-“
“Alpha,” Mobei-jun firmly says. He sits up fully, arms dropping to his sides.
“My alpha!” Shang Qinghua wails, distraught that he’s no longer being touched. “My alpha, please!”
Mobei-jun’s chest rumbles with suppressed laughter as Shang Qinghua leaps into his lap, dragging his slick over the alpha’s thigh. He doesn’t seem to mind, lifting him up and over his shoulder while patting his ass affectionately.
“What are you doing?” Shang Qinghua demands as he’s carried from the room. He yelps and twists wildly. “My ki- alpha, where are we going? My nest is in tjere! Put me back!”
“I am simply bringing my queen to our room,” Mobei-jun answers.
The halls are mercifully empty on the journey to the Ice Demon’s room. Shang Qinghua aches for his nest, but the feeling is soothed when he’s placed into the heavily scented bed. He still reorganizes it to his liking, but he’s happy nonetheless.
Mobei-jun lays his body overtop the omega, crushing their mouths together again. He crooks two fingers into Shang Qinghua and easily finds the spot that makes him gasp and nearly cum. Mobei-jun quickly intercepts and pinches the base of his cock.
“No!” Shang Qinghua mourns his lost orgasm. “W- Why would you do that?”
“The mating bite has to take as we finish together.” Mobei-jun inserts a third digit to stretch Shang Qinghua out. It’s the farthest that he has been spread due to the size difference in their fingers, and he chokes on air.
Mobei-jun continues kissing him, tongue slipping past his lips. Shang Qinghua sucks on the Ice Demon’s tongue, rewarded by a stroke to his cock. He whines and frantically prods at the alpha’s torso.
Mobei-jun finally relinquishes control over Shang Qinghua’s mouth, lining himself up with the slick hole. He slowly presses inside, taking his time and relishing in the expressions on the cultivator’s face. He keeps a pressure on Shang Qinghua’s cock to prevent him from finishing early.
Shang Qinghua’s mouth is open in a silent moan as he’s split in half. And canonically he’s nowhere near the size of the Heavenly Pillar! Oh, he’s definitely sending a whole care package to Cucumber-Bro.
“It’s in?” Shang Qinghua asks once Mobei-jun stills. He shifts and pleasure shoots through his body at how full he feels. “Th- Thank you, my king. My alpha.”
Mobei-jun hums in amusement. “It’s halfway in.”
Shang Qinghua whips his gaze down to where their bodies join, eyes widening in horror. “Holy shit, what? Nope. Nope nope nope. I’m leaving. Thank you, but no.”
Mobei-jun places a hand on Shang Qinghua’s chest. “This will help you, and I will be gentle. I stopped to allow you the time to adjust.”
Shang Qinghua nods and takes a deep breath breath. “A- Alright.”
Mobei-jun laces their hands together, eyes locked onto Shang Qinghua’s face as his hips rolls. He eases farther in with each small movement, and Shang Qinghua pants with the stretch.
Finally their hips are flush and Shang Qinghua feels the weight of the Ice Demon’s balls on his skin. He shudders and squeezes at the hands holding his own. “Y- You can move. Please move.”
Mobei-jun presses a soft kiss to the crown of Shang Qinghua’s head before sliding out. Shang Qinghua whines at the sudden emptiness before the breath is punched out of him at the brutal thrust. Mobei-jun’s forehead creases and he’s gentler on the next one.
“Mm. Ah, just like that.” Shang Qinghua babbles nonsense as his insides are rearranged. “My king! I- I’ll worship you every d- day. Oo yes!”
Mobei-jun grabs Shang Qinghua’s legs and lifts them up to make room for his body. He rests his ankles on his broad shoulders and presses Shang Qinghua into the bed.
“Look,” Mobei-jun says, tracing a finger along Shang Qinghua’s stomach.
Shang Qinghua’s eyes flick down and he can’t tear them away from the noticeable bulge where he’s stuffed by his alpha. He clenches tightly at the sight and his eyes roll back.
Mobei-jun clasps his hand around the base of Shang Qinghua’s cock, ruining his orgasm. It crumples into nothing and leaves him sobbing. “No!” he shrieks, his heat making him feel delirious. “No!”
Mobei-jun shushes him, driving his cock deeper in. Shang Qinghua hiccups, his now-free hands scrabbling at the blankets. His tears are licked away and he pushes weakly at Mobei-jun’s face, mad at him for denying him orgasm after orgasm.
The Ice Demon kisses at the palm of his hand then leaves a trail up his arm. “I’m sorry, but the mark has to take. You’ll be my mate after this. Mine forever. And I’ll be yours.”
Shang Qinghua presses a hand to his stomach, and Mobei-jun’s hips stutter. The cultivator takes advantage of the newfound weakness and pushes against the bulge, moaning loudly as Mobei-jun spills deep into him.
Mobei-jun sinks his teeth into Shang Qinghua’s scent glands as the omega drools into the pillow, body shuddering and his thighs twitching. He eases out, and they both watch with hooded eyes as a mix of slick and cum seeps out. Shang Qinghua collapses into the bed, utterly exhausted.
He blinks, finding himself in a warm bath seated on his mate’s lap. It’s a weird thought that he has a mate now.
Mobei-jun sifts his fingers through Shang Qinghua’s hair. “You’re awake.”
Shang Qinghua nuzzles into him, purring. He’s actually purring, for the first time in his life. He startles himself and has to be soothed with a kiss to his temple.
Shang Qinghua leans against the Ice Demon, the temperature contrasting with the warmth of the bath. “When do I get to mark you?”
“Hm?” Mobei-jun lifts his head. “On my rut, my queen.”
“There’s got to be another title,” Shang Qinghua grumbles.
Mobei-jun brushes his lips over the cultivator’s wrist. “I will have someone look into it. I will have to hire a new advisor for such tasks.”
Shang Qinghua frowns, his head pleasantly fuzzy. “What will I be doing? I don’t want to be bored, and we can’t be apart with me in the human realm often.”
“You will be bearing me my heirs.” Mobei-jun strokes Shang Qinghua’s stomach, his hardening cock poking at Shang Qinghua’s thigh. “Is your next wave coming yet?”