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Part 1: Wei Wuxian
Jiang Cheng’s arrival into the world is a jarring one; he recalls blaring horns, a pair of bright, blinding lights, then agony as a thousand-metric-ton of moving steel smashed his body, sending it flying into the air, bones shattered to smithereens. He recalls lying there, prone, on the asphalt and most definitely bleeding out, and then, in the next breath, he’s…here. In this new world, lying in a bed that looks like it comes from a set of a Chinese period drama, getting greeted by a disembodied voice that calls itself his System.
He understands what happened right away.
“Really?” he exclaims. “I got done in by fucking Truck-kun? I can’t believe I couldn’t even isekai properly without succumbing to a fucking meme!”
How pathetic can he get? To add insult to injury, he had died a sad, debt-riddled, lonely gay virgin with only his sex toys to keep him company. Who’s going to scrape his broken body off the road? Who's going to attend his funeral? Nobody, that’s who!
At least the world he’s in is a familiar one to him: the popular BL A/B/O xianxia novel turned comic turned audio drama turned Tencent (then Netflix) live-action series, "Mo Dao Zu Shi". He’s read the novel when it came out (and then watched the donghua, listened to the audio drama, and watched the live-action). All this to say is that he’s well-versed with the plot and the characters, even if he will never, ever, admit it to anybody in his old life. They don’t need to know the depths of his depravity and strange hermit tendencies, thank you.
It’s also why, when System announces that he’s been bound to the character, omega Jiang Cheng, courtesy name Jiang Wanyin, honorary title Sandou Shengshou, he groans out loud.
“Seriously?” he asks. “Of all the miserable bastards I’m stuck playing, I have to play that guy?”
He’s actually not that surprised, though. He figures that if he got transmigrated courtesy of Truck-kun, the cosmic powers that be have a sick enough sense of humour to also sync him to the one character who shares his real name.
Poor, poor Jiang Wanyin. As an omega heir, he’s always been made to feel inferior by his parents, both of whom are alphas. It doesn’t help that they are constantly comparing him to the brilliance that is the alpha Main Character Wei Wuxian, leaving Jiang Wanyin to grow up bitter and cruel towards alphas. The deaths of his family from his sect being sacked by the Wens did not help. Jiang Wanyin had the unenviable task of rebuilding his sect from the ground up with little to no allies since he was deemed too weak (being young, newly orphaned, destitute, and an omega) to be worth allying with. He eventually succeeded, but through no small personal sacrifices. In the future, most would view him with respect but also with fear and with disdain.
“Can’t I be assigned to a random NPC, or something? One that’s not from Yunmeng Jiang because I do not want to be future-massacred, thank you!”
“Apologies, User!” System chimes happily. “No exchanges or refunds allowed! Once User’s soul is bound to the character, User will have to play the assigned role until death. However, in recognizing that this is your first Transmigration Experience and that the assigned role has a higher level of difficulty than normally given to beginners, you are given extra stats points to invest in your character as compensation, as well as three special abilities unlocks! Please spend them wisely!”
It's hard to say whether those perks are actually worth the trouble of being bound to the character, but Jiang Cheng pulls out his stats sheet and gets to business anyway.
“Say, System, do I have any missions that I need to complete?”
“User does not have mandatory missions aside from obtaining a total of 100,000 Cultivation Points before death. Failure to meet the goal will result in the game resetting. There are also special hidden achievements that could be unlocked depending on User’s actions. Such achievements can grant more resources, Cultivation Points, abilities, or rare items.”
“What about restrictions? Any of those?”
“An OOC lock is implemented on User based on the role of Jiang Wanyin –”
“Yeah, no. Fuck that noise. I would like to use my first special ability to get rid of the OOC lock.”
“…Is User certain about this?”
“Yup!” Jiang Cheng replies, waving at the stats on the screen before him. “Look at this guy. He’s got a great base! Great intelligent stat and strength, his looks soar well above average, the only thing holding him back is his shitty self-esteem issues from his shittier parents. Fuck them for making him think that he being an omega is inferior, by the way, and what’s this?” Jiang Cheng swipes down. “Attributes – hardworking? Fuck that noise! If I’m going to live a second life, I’m going to live a second life!”
“User is reminded that he must achieve 100,000 Cultivation Points before death or risk the game resetting,” the System repeats, reproach clear in its robotic voice. “Cultivation Points can only be achieved through cultivating.”
“Then I’ll find other ways to cultivate that’s easier than, like, doing my sword forms a million times,” Jiang Cheng says with a shrug. “There’s gotta be a million shortcuts I can take. My point is, what’s the point of transmigrating into the magical xianxia world only to be stuck doing work? I worked during my last life, now’s the time to kick back and live shamelessly!”
And maybe also most definitely get himself laid by the gorgeous men in this world. This is an A/B/O world after all.
“User…”
“Are there restrictions on how I cultivate to get Cultivation Points?” Jiang Cheng rebuts.
“…No.”
“Then I’m going to do things my way.” His shameless, shameless way.
He takes a few minutes to scroll through his system screen and familiarize himself with the information there. The character Jiang Wanyin appears to own very little despite being the heir of a wealthy sect, what with most of the resources belonging to his father and Yunmeng Jiang. He’s got some money, his trusty swords, his clothes, and whatever trinkets are in his room.
His relationship status is just as paltry. He’s got great relationship stats with his alpha adopted brother Wei Wuxian and his beta older sister. His stats are more mediocre with his alpha mother, and he's got the equivalent of sad, pitiful crumbs when it comes to his alpha father. With everyone else in the sect, his relationship is that of an acquaintance.
Jiang Wanyin is a lonely, angry boy. Who can blame him?
“It’s okay, I know what it’s like to live in a world where you’re unloved,” Jiang Cheng mutters as his mind starts to turn from the possibilities of what he can do with all the dangerous knowledge he has gained from the other world about tropes and this literary genre. “I’m going to make sure that we’re not going to have a repeat performance of that.”
He quickly establishes his own objectives.
First, he wants to stay put and remain living comfortably in the lap of wealth. Look at his room! Look at his silk sheets! He’s not going to give that all up if he can help it! There will be no starving or roughing it for Jiang Cheng! Instead, he is looking forward to lounging by the lake, drinking wine, and snacking on watermelon seeds.
Second, he wants to gain Cultivation Points in the laziest way possible.
Third, he has a list of kinks and fetishes that he wants ticked off, including but not limited to licking the delicious abs of some of these hot characters and getting railed so hard he couldn’t walk for a week. The bigger and broader they are, the better. With his face, his body, and his blessed second gender as an omega, he is confident he will have people lining out the door for him.
The real question is, how does one combine these three objectives? Hmmm.
Jiang Cheng smacks himself on the forehead. Stupid. He doesn’t need to think that hard. “System, if I max out my intelligence, how many stats points do I still have?”
The System responds with a very generous number that makes Jiang Cheng’s eyes go wide. Shit. Alright!
“Max my intelligence stats.”
The effect is instantaneous. Knowledge floods into him like an unbroken dam, and had he not been seated up in his bed, Jiang Cheng would’ve swooned and face-planted onto the floor.
But with his newfound boon comes the solution to his dilemma, and it’s a beautifully simple one as well.
“Dual Cultivation,” Jiang Cheng says with a breathless laugh. “That’s my golden ticket to getting what I want.”
It’s his ticket to getting his points fast while allowing him to have all the fun he wants in this world. Also, who knows, maybe he can figure out a way to stop Lotus Pier from being burned to the ground through this technique, too.
“User is reminded that Dual Cultivation, while one of the faster ways to cultivate, is seen as taboo. It can also be a form of Demonic Cultivation if one uses this technique to drain Qi from their partner.”
“Then I’ll just have to be a bit more discreet,” Jiang Cheng says with a sly smile. “I've got another question to consider: What should I do next to make it easier to attract partners? Oh! Maybe, I should max my beauty stats but...hmm, better to do that gradually. It’ll be too obvious that something has changed about me if I do, so maybe I'll add a point here and there to that stat over time.”
He pulls up the Abilities tab on his screen and scrolls through the list of potential skills he can unlock.
“Here’s a neat one. What’s ‘Allure?’”
“Allure grants User the ability to trap targets in a spell, lowering their resistance, animosity, and suspicion towards the User as well as lowering inhibition. When Allure is used, User will appear incredibly desirable and enticing. This ability is upgradable.”
Hell, yeah! “I’d like Allure, please, and thank you!”
The next ability to catch his interest is Dream Manipulation, and with such an OP ability, how can he refuse? That’s an easy purchase as well.
“User has used up three of his free ability unlocks. Please work hard to unlock achievements or obtain more Cultivation Points to obtain more ability unlocks!”
“Oh, I will,” Jiang Cheng says. “One last thing before we get started, though. System? Please up my stat on Charisma and a point on Beauty.”
With his initial planning phase done, he gets up from his bed and gets ready. A quick perusal of his closet has him frowning. Geeze, Jiang Wanyin has such boring clothes, all tough leathers and plain robes in darker colours, all of them cut in such a way as to give him the illusion of a broader frame. It’s clear to Jiang Cheng that Wanyin was trying hard to fool people into forgetting that he’s an omega and instead, a hardworking, down-to-earth alpha.
“We’re going to have to change that real quick,” Jiang Cheng muses. “I want slutty, gauzy clothes. The sluttier the better.”
He settles for a delicate silk set of robes in purple with pretty silver waves embroidered across the fabric, and he ties a thick belt over it made of a darker purple, making sure to hang the silver clarity bell to his side. For his hair, he ties it up with a matching purple ribbon and adorns it with a simple silver headpiece.
The moment Jiang Cheng has the chance to go out to the village, he’s going to have to buy some nicer accessories too, because his current cache is doing nothing to highlight Jiang Wanyin’s natural beauty.
Sufficiently dressed (and grabbing his sword), Jiang Cheng throws open the doors to his room and strolls outside, eager for his exploration.
Lotus Pier is even more beautiful than all the media has depicted the location to be. Placed by the water surrounded by a field of lotus, the sect reminds Jiang Cheng of a Monet painting – all soft, pastel colours where gazing upon them soothes the soul. It’s still early in the morning, yet as evidenced by the few people wandering about, but Jiang Cheng enjoys the peace. It allows him to scrutinize his surroundings carefully. It allows him to think and plot.
According to the System, he is in the beginning stages of the book, a good handful of months before the Twin Prides of Yunmeng are sent to Cloud Recesses for schooling, which is perfect. Jiang Cheng has a few months to faff about and play around with his abilities before he’s off to Cloud Recesses, where he can potentially find some fresh targets to lure. He’s seated at the pavilion, watching the tranquil lake before him, when he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders.
“Surprise!” a boyish voice exclaims, laughing. “A-Cheng, what are you doing out here, gazing at the lake like an old grandpa?”
Jiang Cheng turns around to give the whipper snapper some good sassing, but the sight before him makes him go tongue-tied.
Wei Wuxian. It’s impossible for the person to be standing in front of him to be anybody but the main character, judging from the exuberant glow he seems to be emanating, like the perpetual happy sunshine that he is (at this point in the book at least). Jiang Cheng eyes him up and down.
He’s also hot as fuck. Like sinfully hot. Like hotter than anyone Jiang Cheng has seen in his past life, ever, including pictures of underwear models he likes to use as his spank bank.
As expected of the Main Character, who also happens to be an alpha. Those clothes do nothing to hide his shoulders and that tapered waist. Or those long, toned legs. And that face. That pretty, pretty face. Mmmm.
A terrible, terrible thought starts to form in Jiang Cheng’s mind. He wonders if he can…if he has the ability to seduce…
Or at the very least, whether he can see Wei Wuxian naked and get the chance to lick those delicious abs…
Surely, it can’t be that hard can it? His relationship with Wei Wuxian is already fantastic. What’s one more little nudge? Jiang Cheng can also use the opportunity to test out his seductions and Dual Cultivation. Use Wei Wuxian as a guinea pig. As the Main Character, he’s probably overflowing with Qi too so he’ll be sure to give Jiang Cheng a nice little boost in Cultivation Points.
Jiang Cheng’s plotting doesn’t show on his face. Outwardly, he gives Wei Wuxian an eye roll. “Just because I want to have a relaxing morning doesn’t make me a grandpa, Wei Ying! What are you doing up so early?”
Wei Wuxian helps himself to a seat at the table. “I wanted to test out a few talismans! I’ve been trying to make this talisman that flies like a bird…” He trails off and tilts his head. “Hey, A-Cheng? Did something happen? You look…different?”
“Different? How?” Shit, did his added stat point to his beauty make that much of a notable difference?
“Hmm, I don’t know. Just different.” Wei Wuxian squints, then his eyes go wide with realization. “Oh, I know what it is! You’re wearing less leather armour! Where are your bracers? Also, I don’t think I’ve seen you wear those robes before! Are they new?”
Oh, phew. “I didn’t wear the leathers cause it’s humid and hot as balls out here,” Jiang Cheng says. “These are the lightest robes I have too. No more dark colours. I don’t want to bake in my own sweat.”
“What happened to your stubborn take on regulating your qi to control your body temperature?” Wei Wuxian says with a teasing voice. “Have you finally given up on that stupid idea? Has my nagging worked?”
“Perish the thought. I came up with the idea on my own.”
“Sure, sure,” Wei Wuxian says with a laugh. He gets up from the table and beckons Jiang Cheng to follow. “Anyway, all this talking has me feeling famished. Do you want to raid the kitchen for some food?”
“We’re going to have breakfast soon, Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng scolds, but he gets up and follows his (unfairly, devilishly hot) adopted brother. “Don’t blame me if Mother decides to yell at you for ruining your appetite.”
“Madam Yu will find something to yell at me. Might as well let it be for ruining my appetite.”
Who can argue with that kind of logic?
The day does not cease to be a surreal experience. Jiang Cheng is used to lonely meals in front of a computer screen day in and day out, so when breakfast hits and he’s at the table, surrounded by his so-called family, he can’t help but take in the view with raptured interest.
Even if, as predicted, Madam Yu spends it yelling at Wei Wuxian.
“Ungrateful! Picking and choosing what meal you want to have like a spoiled brat while the food prepared in front of you is going to waste! Who taught you to act with such impudence? Surely not us!”
“My lady, the boy is hungry. It’s fine if he eats a little,” Jiang Fengmian steps in, also as predicted. “The food will not go to waste either; they will get eaten. Please do not fret.”
Yu Ziyuan isn’t done. She turns her angry eyes on Jiang Cheng. “And you! You did nothing to stop him! Instead, you just trail after him like a meek little omega! Are you or are you not the sect heir? How do you expect people to respect you if you can’t even get someone as lowly as Wei Wuxian to respect you?”
Wow, going for the jugular so early in the morning. Jiang Cheng also notes that Jiang Fengmian hasn’t stepped in to defend him. What a prick.
Luckily, his sweet older sister picks up the slack.
“I’m sure that’s not the case, Mother. You know A-Cheng. He’s probably worried A-Xian would get into trouble so he’s keeping a watchful eye, isn’t that right?”
Wei Wuxian nods. “A-Cheng told me not to eat before, but I just didn’t listen to him. Please don’t blame him, Madam Yu. It’s my fault.”
Finally, his father deigns to speak up. “Now, now, let us all finish breakfast before we waste too much time. We all have a busy schedule ahead of us, I’m sure.”
For Wei Wuxian and Jiang Yanli’s efforts, Jiang Cheng gives them both a grateful smile as well as the unspoken promise to do his damndest to give them both a happy life.
In a blink of an eye, his first week passes him by, and surprisingly not as painful as he had anticipated. Sure, the sword forms suck and his mother is a cruel taskmaster, refusing to stop until he can do everything perfectly (he’s had to invest a few points in his stamina just in case), but with his boost in intelligence, he is able to pick up tricks of the trade fast to make up for his inferior skills.
Inferior to Wei Wuxian, to be clear, which is the only metric that matters to Madam Yu.
In his free time, Jiang Cheng has taken to the library to read anything and everything about cultivation and the world he’s now living. Nothing is safe from his grasp, whether obscure theories about Qi flow to agricultural techniques, the logistics of food storage, the control of floods in lowlands, and the state of the economy in each sect, Jiang Cheng absorbs all of that knowledge like a sponge to water. By the third week, he’s worked his way through half the library and is busy devouring scrolls on medicine. A useful set of knowledge to have in conjunction with cultivation.
He’s also managed to go to town a few times, buying small little trinkets to improve his appearance as well as commissioning a few outfits for himself with the pocket money he has. He’s going to have to find a way to make his own income so that he’ll be financially independent of his father, and he already has an idea.
“Lotus silk,” he says to the master tailor whom he’s requesting his orders from. He lays out a few wet stalks of the lotus stems on the table as a demonstration. “When it is freshly harvested, one can theoretically extract thin threads from it, which can be woven into a material as fine as silk and as breathable as linen. The threads will need to be rolled together and dried fully. One day should do it, but not directly in the sun because the harsh light will render the material brittle.”
“Young Master Jiang, I have never heard of such a thing,” the tailor responds. “If what you are saying is true, then the material made would be as valuable as gold.”
“It would be,” Jiang Cheng agrees. “However, my proposals are just theories made from my own observations and knowledge of textiles and fibers. I am curious to see whether these theories hold any water which is why I have approached you today. I would like you to make me a set of robes from lotus silk in exchange for this knowledge as well as my theories on how to best process these fibers. If the theories prove to be accurate, I would like to enter into a partnership with you on the production and sale of such fabrics. I am, of course, amenable to helping you market as well.”
The tailor strokes his chin. “Young Master, I am just curious enough to try out your theory. You have yourself a deal.”
He gets his answer a few weeks later in the form of a set of beautiful new light purple and blue robes, the colours so beautiful that they remind Jiang Cheng of the light reflecting off the lake during sunset. As an added bonus, the excited master tailor is more than happy to keep his promise to Jiang Cheng.
It is only natural that Jiang Cheng, likewise, keeps his words, and he does so during the Summer Festival.
“A-Cheng! What’s taking you so long?” Wei Wuxian says, his whining voice trickling through the door to Jiang Cheng’s room. “Everyone’s gone to town already! If we don’t leave now, all the food and wine will be sold out!”
“As if they can be sold out of food and wine,” Jiang Cheng answers. He adjusts his robes and tweaks his hairpin one last time, letting the string of delicate pearls trail over the waterfall of his dark hair. He nods to his reflection in his brass mirror.
“Alright, I’m coming, I’m coming.”
He opens the door just as Wei Wuxian raises his hand, no doubt to knock against the frame once more, his sudden movement causing the other to freeze. “There, happy?”
Wei Wuxian doesn’t answer. He’s not doing much of anything, in fact, except gape at him.
Jiang Cheng tries not to preen. “What? What’s that look for?” he asks, playing dumb. “Do I look stupid or something –”
That snaps Wei Wuxian out of his stupor. “No – no, no, no,” he says in a hurry, clearing his throat. His cheeks are also dusted pink. “You, um, you look nice, A-Cheng. Really, really, nice.”
Jiang Cheng knows he looks really, really nice. Between the soft robes and his slow and steady increase in his beauty stats, he knows he looks nothing like the Jiang Wanyin from before. Rather, he looks more and more like an immortal fairy, the gauzy, wispiness of his clothes lending him an ethereal, mysterious air.
“Good,” he answers, letting his smile slip into a small, shy thing. He bites back his grin when he sees Wei Wuxian’s eyes flicker to his lips, swallowing hard. “Shall we get going then?”
They make their way into town and as Jiang Cheng has predicted, all eyes are riveted to him. Whispers of awe follow his steps with audible comments of, “Who is that gorgeous, noble omega? What is that fabric?” before the inevitable, “Isn’t that Yunming Jiang’s heir?”
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian is sticking close to him, closer than usual. He also seems tense, his eyes constantly shifting around as if trying to spot any unseen threats in the crowd. It’s gotten so bad that Jiang Cheng has to pull him to sit down at a local tea house to get him to relax.
“Really, A-Ying, what’s gotten into you?” he scolds as he hands his (stupid but also stupidly handsome) martial brother his cup of tea. “I thought you were excited to go to the festival, but I haven’t seen you look at any of the stalls!”
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” Wei Wuxian says quickly. As a show of how nothing is wrong, he downs his tea like a shot before spitting it out. “Hot! Hot! Hot!”
“Idiot, I just poured the cup out. What did you expect?” Jiang Cheng grabs his handkerchief and dabs Wei Wuxian’s lips. The motion has him freezing like a deer in the headlights. “Such a clumsy Head Disciple. Who would ever believe that between the both of us, you’re the older one?”
Wei Wuxian makes some sort of noise. It sounds like a cross between a whimper and a groan. His eyes are fixed on Jiang Cheng’s lips again.
Well, at least Jiang Cheng knows that it wouldn’t take him much to get Wei Wuxian in his bed. And because Jiang Cheng is a sadist, he looks up at Wei Wuxian through thick lashes and adds, his voice breathy, “Clumsy, alpha. My clumsy alpha.”
Wei Wuxian’s face goes so red that he looks like a tomato.
Perhaps he’s teased the other a bit too much. He breaks the spell by chuckling. “There. All done. Take it.” He presses the handkerchief into Wei Wuxian’s lax hands and gets up from his seat, depositing a few coins on the table. “Now, shall we continue? I saw that wine stall you were looking for. We should hurry if we want to grab a few bottles.”
He doesn’t bother to wait up, not when he hears footsteps scrambling after him a microsecond afterwards.
Things between Wei Wuxian and him become hilarious after the Festival. At least, hilarious for Jiang Cheng, who’s really taken up the habit of embracing his new set of wardrobe. His appearance was a huge hit and the master tailor received hundreds of orders afterwards, quickly making him and Jiang Cheng rich men. As thanks, the master tailor had made even more outfits for him out of lotus silk, beautiful colourful ones with exquisitely embroidered designs of lotus, lakes, serene pagodas, and majestic cranes with their wings spread open, soaring across the sky. Jiang Cheng would wear such robes on his day-to-day and without fail, he would catch Wei Wuxian stopping still, gazing at him as if he’s not quite processing what he’s seeing.
His newfound outfit choices have not gone unnoticed by his mother and, surprisingly, his father.
“Where have you gotten these?” Madam Yu asks, feeling the fabric between her fingers. “These must cost a fortune!”
“These are lotus silks,” he answers, and at his parents’ questioning looks, he adds, “I started a small business on the side. It started with a tailor who entertained my theory of harvesting silks from lotus stems and making cloth out of them. I’m glad that my theory is proven right as you can see. I’ve made myself a nice profit from it too. I’ve also asked the tailor to make a few robes for the family if you would like to see them?”
For once, not even Madam Yu can find something to criticize, especially when Jiang Cheng shows just how much money he means by ‘a nice profit’ as well as the sheer beauty of the new sets of robes. “Lotus silk. However did you come up with such a thing?”
“Got the idea from a few scrolls I read in the library,” is his answer. He turns to Jiang Fengmian. “Father, I’ve been meaning to talk to you; have you considered allowing some of our lotus stems to be harvested for lotus silk? We can sell them at a premium, given the high quality of our lotus and given its exclusivity. It’ll help earn the sect some extra income.”
Jiang Fengmian actually ponders over his words. “That is not at all a bad idea. It never hurts to pad our coffers.” And because the surprise never ceases, he gives Jiang Cheng a look of approval. “Well done, son.”
“But that is not an excuse for you to slow down on your training,” Madam Yu interjects. “You mustn’t become distracted by all this,” she makes a vague hand gesture towards his entire body.
Jiang Cheng suspects that she’s at a complete loss over his newfound omega-ness so he lets her off the hook (besides, she’s clutching onto her sets of lotus silk robes rather carefully, so clearly, she approves of his ventures).
“Of course not, Mother. I will continue to train hard.”
Yeah, right. Training is the last thing on his mind, not when he has bigger fish to fry. He hasn’t had the chance to use his fancy abilities yet, and now that he’s got Wei Wuxian interested, he figures that it would be a fun time to try one of them out.
He waits for the perfect moment – a particularly hot, sticky day where the temperature is so miserable that his mother gives them the day off to hide in the shade. Jiang Cheng waits for dusk to hit before slipping into an outfit he has reserved for such an occasion. The white, gauzy fabric of his robes barely has any weight on his skin, so light and airy they are. They also cling to his body, showing off every attractive curve and dip and leaving very little to the imagination. It is in this white, gauzy outfit that he sneaks outside to the private stretch of lake reserved for family members. He slips into the cool water and sighs, taking a few luxurious strokes before floating on his back, letting the white material fan out on the water along with his long hair.
He closes his eyes and waits.
He doesn’t have to wait long.
Like clockwork, he hears familiar footsteps approaching.
“A-Cheng? Where are you? The servants said you’re out here taking a swim! A-Cheng – ?”
The voice dies into a pathetic little choked whimper.
Jiang Cheng cracks open a lazy eye. “A-Xian? Is that you? What are you doing, standing there? It’s too hot.”
From his spot by the dock, Wei Wuxian remains completely still. His eyes are huge, mouth parted, cheeks flushed a furious red. He looks completely transfixed.
Jiang Cheng’s lips quirk up into a slow, teasing smile. “System,” he thinks, “Activate the Allure Ability.”
“Allure has been activated!”
He slowly swims to the dock where Wei Wuxian is still standing. He reaches a hand up and beckons the alpha. “A-Xian, it’s so hot,” he coos, his voice soft and sweet, “Why don’t you come swim with me?”
The speed at which Wei Wuxian chucks off his outer robes and boots is impressive. He’s about to get into the water when Jiang Cheng adds, “Why are you wearing so many clothes? It’s just you and me here.”
Wei Wuxian manages to shake his head. “N–not proper, A-Cheng,” he stutters, though his voice sounds more like a whimper. “Y – you’re wearing something and – and –”
“Oh, is that what’s stopping you?” Jiang Cheng asks with a small, perplexed frown. “I suppose I’ll just take this off then.”
He slips the robe off, though to call it that is generous; soaked in water, it has gone even more translucent, serving as a non-existent barrier to his modesty. Still, he makes it a show of taking his clothes and then draping the fabric onto the dock where it can dry.
“There,” Jiang Cheng says. “Now, will you finally undress properly?”
Wei Wuxian does not stand a chance.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t hide the way he’s watching inch by inch of that delectable skin being revealed to him. As an alpha and the Main Character, Wei Wuxian’s body is divine with well-defined arms, a strong chest, and, Jiang Cheng licks his lips, a gorgeous set of abs, all stretched out under taut, sun-kissed skin. Jiang Cheng’s eyes drift down. Hmm, even his cock is nice and huge, looking bigger as it starts to chub even further from the effects of his Allure. Jiang Cheng can’t wait to get a taste of that as well.
Wei Wuxian slips into the water and swims towards Jiang Cheng, his gaze hazy as if he’s caught like a man to a siren’s call. Jiang Cheng rewards his obedience by looping his arms around those broad shoulders. This close to the shore, their feet can still touch the sandy bottom, allowing Jiang Cheng to press close without the worry of having to tread water to stay afloat.
“Good, A-Xian,” he says, quiet, breathless. “Don’t you feel so much better now?”
Wei Wuxian nods vigorously.
“So quiet. What are you thinking that has you gotten so tongue-tied?”
“You,” Wei Wuxian blurts out. “A-Cheng, God, you’re so, you look so…”
Jiang Cheng tilts his head, showing off the long expanse of his smooth, unblemished neck, a move that has Wei Wuxian swallowing hard once more. “I’m so what?”
“Pretty, gorgeous, captivating,” comes Wei Wuxian’s words tumbling out of his lips. “A-Cheng…”
Jiang Cheng draws close, so close that he can feel Wei Wuxian’s quickly swelling hardness brushing against his own. The friction has them both breaking into a soft sound of appreciation, and Wei Wuxian’s eyes fluttering shut a little.
“Alpha clearly likes what he sees,” Jiang Cheng teases. “Luckily, the sentiment is shared.”
He reaches down and curls his fingers around both of their erections, drawing his hand up into a stroke before caressing from the tip all the way to the base. Wei Wuxian is breathing harshl,y and Jiang Cheng leans in to breathe in his delectable alpha musk. “Alpha,” he moans, “A-Xian-gege.”
That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. With a growl, Wei Wuxian draws Jiang Cheng’s face close and leans in to devour his lips in a hungry kiss, fingers tangling the strands of wet hair at the back of his head. Wei Wuxian is clumsy in his earnestness to claim, tongue sweeping across Jiang Cheng’s lips and diving in without pause when Jiang Cheng acquiesces, tasting, licking, kissing the very breath from Jiang Cheng’s lungs. It’s not like Jiang Cheng is doing much better. For all of his seduction tactics, he’s still very much a virgin, so all he can do is hang on and try to match Wei Wuxian’s fervor with his own, all the while pumping their shafts quickly.
Wei Wuxian parts with a shaky groan. “Fuck, fuck, A-Cheng. Let go for a second.”
And then, he dips down and arms wrap around his upper thighs, and suddenly, Jiang Cheng finds himself being lifted up into a carry before he can even yelp in surprise or appreciate the way those lovely muscles bulge from that show of strength. He’s deposited on the dock so that he’s lying on his back on top of a messy pile of clothes Wei Wuxian has dumped to the ground, his wet skin sticking to the fabric. There’s a splashing sound, and in the next second, Wei Wuxian is hauling himself up on the dock, crawling towards him, water trailing down tantalizing skin, making it glisten in the setting sun.
His cock is hard and angry red, dripping a trail of cum on the wooden floor. Jiang Cheng is probably not doing much better. He feels hot. Debauched. And there’s a sort of hot slickness trailing down between his cheeks and the inside of his thighs, making everything feel slippery.
Wei Wuxian makes his way to him, alpha body bracketing his before leaning back down to capture his lips once more in another heated makeout session, making Jiang Cheng’s head swim as his arms wrap around Wei Wuxian’s back, greedy fingers trailing down to feel more of that delicious skin and muscles.
Fuck. Is this some sort of Main Character superpower? Because Jiang Cheng is certain that within the span of getting him out of the water, Wei Wuxian has gotten substantially better at kissing him. He’s angling Jiang Cheng’s face just right for him to sweep his tongue deep, teasing and lapping against his own hungry mouth, and switching up his technique to slow the kiss down from its frantic pace to something hot and sensual, drawing out more soft sighs from Jiang Cheng.
Those soft sighs turn into needy moans when he feels a wave of pleasure lighting up his nerves as Wei Wuxian’s hard cock slides against his, slick and hot and filthy with precum. The alpha rolls his hips again, and again, and Jiang Cheng has to break the kiss to let out a series of breathy keens, head tossed back, lips slack, his own hips clumsily thrusting up to match Wei Wuxian’s tempo. Pinned down that he is by the solid body of muscles, there isn’t much Jiang Cheng can do but hang on, gasping through nipping kisses down his neck as the alpha’s thrusts become more enthusiastic, more desperate.
Jiang Cheng is barely able to cling to his last strand of reason. “W – wait, wait, A-Xian, alpha!”
Wei Wuxian pulls away with a desperate sound. His pupils are blown wide, and he’s breathing hard. “A-Cheng? I – is something wrong?”
Jiang Cheng shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs. “I just don’t want to finish like this.”
He nudges at Wei Wuxian, who gets off of him. The space is enough for Jiang Cheng to turn around, chest leaning on the ground while his brings his ass up, his back curving in a lovely and perfect picture of an omega in the lordosis position.
“A-Xian,” he breathes, looking over his shoulder. Wei Wuxian is looking at him like he’s seconds away from snapping, which is not good enough for Jiang Cheng. He wants Wei Wuxian’s complete and utter surrender. So, he reaches one hand back to push his cheeks apart, revealing his glistening hole.
“A-Xian, alpha, I want to cum with you inside of me,” he begs. “Please breed me, alpha.”
He moans when he feels something hot and huge slipping between his cheeks to kiss against his puckered hole, that moan growing into a drawn-out sound of debauchery when he feels that hard tip nudge in, circling, working his tight clench open. And then, in the next thrust, the fat head pops in, finally slipping inside and claiming that pesky virginity that took two lifetimes to lose.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, A-Cheng. Fuck, you’re so tight,” Wei Wuxian groans. Jiang Cheng can feel his hands on his waist, gripping so hard at the skin there that he’s sure it would leave bruises. Wei Wuxian is trying so hard to be gentle, he’s gliding forward little by little, but all Jiang Cheng can feel is the way his hole is stretched open and taut around that thick alpha cock, the way his walls are slowly being pried apart by the thick shaft and – and – he’s so hot and wet inside, he just wants, he needs –
“Please, please, fuck me. A-Xian, alpha, Xian-gege – ah – AH!”
Wei Wuxian’s hands tighten hard around his waist and he thrusts in with a greedy buck of his hips, sheathing his cock all the way inside until he’s balls deep, and Jiang Cheng’s dimly registering that he’s moaning, crying out loud from the overwhelming sensation of impossible pressure and heat all the way up to his belly. It’s so deep inside of him, so very deep, he doesn’t think any of his dildos could ever compare.
“Alpha, alpha, you’re so big, you feel so big inside of me,” he babbles as he shakes and shakes and shakes, “Alpha is going to ruin my pussy. Alpha is going to make me all loose and messy – a–a–ah!”
That cock draws back only to plunge deep inside, sending more slutty cries from Jiang Cheng’s lips. With his control fully snapped, Wei Wuxian fucks him like a dog in heat. He gives Jiang Cheng no reprieve, burrowing his cock deep again, again, and again, fucking him hard and making Jiang Cheng feel used. His precum mixed with Jiang Cheng’s slick adds to the sensation of wet, gooeyness deep inside mixed with the delicious pain from being forced apart so very wide. His thick flesh is bullying his insides, bruising his walls, making them ache from the rough pounding. Jiang Cheng is almost positive that his massive, girthy cock is rearranging his guts with every desperate stroke.
Dimly, Jiang Cheng registers the mixed scent of their sex, the lewd sound of wet flesh slapping on wet flesh, and the sound of his alpha groaning, growling his satisfaction from being buried deep in his tight clutch.
“A-Cheng, A-Cheng – unh – pr - pretty omega, my pretty omega,” Wei Wuxian moans. “Wanted you for so long. Wanted to have you since the damned festival. Can’t believe you’re letting me have you like this. A-Cheng – ah – !”
A hand lets go of his hip to wrap around his hard, drooling cock, pumping the hard length in time with his thrusts and Jiang Cheng feels his mind light up in pleasure and the twin pleasure. Oh, oh – his cock, his hole – the alpha is playing with his body so well. His alpha is claiming him so well.
“I’m going to cum, Xian-gege is going to make me cum on his cock!” he moans all sluttish desperation. He wants to cum so badly on Wei Wuxian’s fat cock. Wants to cum to the sensation of fullness, of his hole stretched to a whorish gape. He wants so much it hurts.
“Yeah, baby, gonna – un – gonna make you come so hard. Am I the first cock you’ve bad, A-Cheng? Have you ever had it this good from anybody else?”
“N–no, no, never, Xian-gege is the first, the first. Xian-gege – !”
His world turns white as the pressure finally breaks free. A high, shuddering cry breaks out of him and his eyes go wide, unseeing as his mouth works silently through the waves of unending pleasure rolling through the length of his body as white ropes of cum spurt from his cock, dirtying Wei Wuxian’s clothes. He’s shaking, everything is shaking, and that cock – his alpha’s cock – is not done fucking him even as he cums. It doesn’t stop fucking him as the pleasure lingers and lingers, never fading away to a comfortable lull, only building up again into unbearable oversensitivity.
“A-Xian, p-please,” Jiang Cheng manages to choke out. His cock is drooling more spent onto Wei Wuxian’s ruined robes. “Please. Too much. Too much.”
“Just a little more, omega,” Wei Wuxian growls. “Just a little more. Gonna breed you so good. Fill your pussy full of my seed. Pump you full of my litter!”
Wei Wuxian groans and jerks forward, his hips bucking as if he can go any deeper than he already has and, with one last drawn-out moan, Jiang Cheng feels his cock swell and pulse before liquid heat floods into him.
Every spurt seems to reach deeper inside; those ropes of thick heat pour into his guts, making him full, just like Wei Wuxian has promised, and if Jiang Cheng had been in heat, he is certain Wei Wuxian would have impregnated him with a litter of children. That realization along with the filthy, debaucherous feeling of being so thoroughly used has Jiang Cheng moaning once more in satisfaction, his dick twitching feebly as clear strings of spent drools sluggishly from the tip.
At some point, he collapses, lying sideways on Wei Wuxian’s ruined clothes with Wei Wuxian spooned behind him, still connected, still claiming his pussy. He barely reacts when he feels Wei Wuxian shift behind him to press more loving kisses along his shoulders before tugging his length free, releasing a flood of thick, hot spent from his now open hole.
Of course, System chooses that exact moment to intervene, thoroughly ruining his post-orgasmic bliss.
“User has been awarded 5 Cultivation Points. Plus another 50 for the extra Qi obtained from the partner’s virginity. User has received the ultra-rare hidden achievement: “Cherry Cream Float” for initiating sex in the water, resulting in the loss of virginity and a cream pie. Rewards received: 3 Ability Unlocks. User has also received the following achievements –”
“Wait? 5 Cultivation Points? Why are you so stingy?”
“Cultivation Points are scaled based on the amount of Qi your cultivation partner has. Given your cultivation partner is still young…”
“Oh, now you tell me! I hope the rest of the rewards are good. Can you skip to the end and give me a summary of the stuff I got?”
“User has received 3 Ability Unlocks, 10,000 spirit stones, +5 extra stat points, +1 Stamina, +1 Strength, +1 Beauty. Relationship with Character Wei Wuxian has been upgraded to Lover. User has unlocked the following Skill Branch from the use of the Allure skill for more than 15 minutes: The Incubus. Investing in Abilities in this Skill Branch will increase the potency of Allure and Lust Inducement. The Branch also unlocks the special Drain Ability, allowing User to claim more Qi from the partners. The Incubus provides an added +10 on Beauty, +5 on Charisma, and +10 on Stamina. Negative effects include a greater chance of soul corruption, leading to a higher chance of Qi deviation. If Qi deviation levels reach 100%, User will have a 50-50 chance of dying.”
That last bit has Jiang Cheng snapping to attention. “What?”
“A-Cheng?”
Wei Wuxian’s worried tone drags Jiang Cheng back to the present. The alpha is looking down at him with worried eyes.
“I–I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks. “Are you in any pain?”
Jiang Cheng gingerly pushes himself up so that he’s seated. His lower back is twinging something fierce, but he can ignore it for now. He parts his legs and, oh, wow, he can see his hole is red and swollen, its mouth opened into a little pout as more white cum leaks from him.
“Hey System, do I get more Cultivation Points if I keep his spent inside of me? Makes sure my body has fully absorbed his Qi and all?”
He can hear the judgment from the System’s voice when it replies, “Technically, yes,” along with the unspoken, “You pervert.”
“A-Cheng?”
“Hm, no, I’m okay,” Jiang Cheng says, shaking his head. He gives Wei Wuxian a mischievous little smile, one that has the alpha flushing. “A-Xian gege has really filled me up like he promised, hm?”
Wei Wuxian groans and flushes. His blush goes all the way down to his chest. Cute. “I-I don’t even want to know who taught you to be so filthy, my god, Jiang Cheng!”
Jiang Cheng chuckles. Oh, he’ll give the alpha filthy. He swipes a finger over his leaking hole, coating the digit with white, and then, making eye contact with a mesmerized alpha, he pops his finger into his mouth and moans.
“A-Xian,” he whines, “Look, you’ve made me all loose. I’m leaking everywhere.” He spreads his legs some more, revealing his gaping hole to his hungry brother. “How am I supposed to carry your litter if I can’t keep it all inside?”
Strong alpha arms loop under his knees and his back, and in the next breath, he’s being carried to his room to his delight.
“Clearly, you’re feeling just fine to continue tempting me like this,” Wei Wuxian growls, pushing the door open before kicking it shut behind him. “Well enough for me to stuff you full until that dirty mouth is too tired to talk.”
Wei Wuxian, as Jiang Cheng is learning, always delivers on his promise.