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Despite nearly losing his life and being inflicted with an incurable poison that severely hampered his cultivation abilities, Shen Qingqiu thought life was good. Yes, even with the pain in the ass system punishing him for the smallest infraction and the heavy reminder of his death in the original novel.
After all, he was the peak lord of Qing Jing Peak, respected by his disciples and peers alike. His current existence was nothing like the one he had before. There were no bills to pay or college school work to be done or part-time jobs to suffer through. Though paperwork as a peak lord could be tedious at times, it was still much more enjoyable than being yelled at by professors for the smallest mistake or getting harrased by fifty-year-old aunties who wanted him to honor their very expired coupons.
The only complaint he had about this life (besides his current trials and tribulations in trying to clutch the thighs of the protagonist), was the bland and uninspired food created by the cooks. A problem which was taken care of by none other than his loyal and pure-hearted disciple, the protagonist of Proud Immortal Demon Way , Luo Binghe.
Though it had been nearly three years since he was poisoned, Luo Binghe still took it upon himself to take care of his Shizun, except for when he was on a mission of course. He held himself to the task with impossibly high standards. If Shen Qingqiu wasn’t as enthusiastic about his dinner the way Luo Binghe wanted him to, he apologized profusely; upset with himself for letting the quality of his food slip even a fraction.
Shen Qingqiu had tried to tell his disciple that his food was already leagues better than what the cooks served but Luo Binghe wouldn’t hear of it. His teacher had believed in him when he was nothing, had thrown himself in harm's way to protect Luo Binghe. The young student owed everything to his beloved Shizun.
So, the disciple continued to take care of the master. He always made sure Shen Qingqiu’s breakfast was ready the second he woke up. He changed his bedsheets without fail and scrubbed away even the most stubborn of stains from his masters clothes. When his Shizun relayed the smallest of desires, such as wanting a new brush, Luo Binghe threw himself into the task. Shen Qingqiu admittedly thought this behavior was charming in the way only a protagonist could convey. If it had been anyone of his other students he might have found it creepy.
He didn’t even need the call of the rooster to wake him in the mornings. Luo Binghe was always there to stir him from slumber the second the sun bathed Qing Jing Peak in its warm glow. Most days, Shen Qingqiu always found it extremely helpful. Except when he wanted to sleep in, of course.
Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t normally use the word “lustful” to describe himself. The other version of Jing Qing Peaks lord? Without a doubt lustful and immoral to his core. But this current version truthfully never put much time into such activities. After all, he was a busy man in his past life. Always too stressed or distracted to notice if a woman’s skirt was just the right amount of short to inspire the imagination.
When reading Proud Demon Immortal Way , he skimmed through the plentiful (and way too descriptive) sex scenes between the protagonist and his thousands of wives. His time as a student was limited. He would rather read about fantastic battles or how the plot unfolded. Those kinds of smutty acts were always repetitive and boring to him. Breasts could only be described in so many ways before you ran out of words that were complimentary and not insulting. Besides, how could a fair and delicate maiden ever compare to an extremely cool demon monster that could kill you in a hundred different ways? It was barely a competition.
Why was Shen Qingqiu mentioning his lack of perversion? Well, because currently he was in a predicament that seemed to directly contradict that statement.
At this very moment, Luo Binghe was standing over him, Shen Qingqiu's bedspread clutched tightly in his hands, staring down at the space between his Shizun’s legs with wide eyes and mouth hanging open.
Shen Qingqiu’s body could be described as one that was in it’s “peak,” with strong muscles, fair, flawless skin, and a very healthy sexual appetite. So healthy, that it genuinely shocked Shen Yuan how many wet dreams this body had.
He was always been careful to hide this part of himself from Luo Binghe. With a well-practiced shifting of his robes, his young disciple had never known the many times Shen Qingqiu was suffering from morning wood. It was the duty of a master to always appear graceful and composed. A hard-on was as far from that image as possible.
Now why did Luo Binghe finally catch this unseemly sight of his Shizun? Well, Shen Qingqiu just happened to be caught off guard.
You see, normally his wet dreams were of the girls he had dated in high school or the random one-night stand that dotted his adult life. The one he had this morning was very different from those. For the first time ever, it was about Luo Binghe.
Shen Qingqiu didn’t mean to dream about his pure disciple in such a way, he was an expert in cultivation but the art of lucid dreaming was lost on him. So, he had no choice but to watch the dream play out in front of him.
His strong hands were clutching pale thighs. Luo Binghe’s flushed skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His lips, plump and parted open in the most delicate of ways. Finally, his young student moaning Shen Qingqiu’s name over and over again. It was a dream filthy enough to make even the most straight-arrowed priest succumb to temptations. That was the legendary allure of the protagonist!
So of course, Shen Qingqiu, who only had the willpower of a regular man, easily basked in the dream and made no attempt to wake himself up. He never before thought of another man in this way, but it was his dream. No one would ever know.
So that was how Luo Binghe caught him so off-guard. This body was an abnormally light sleeper, so usually the soft-treading of Luo Binghe’s footsteps woke him up. However, he was so enraptured with the dream that he ignored those footsteps, desperately wanting to see what more the dream had to offer him.
“Oh!” Luo Binghe’s voice called out and Shen Qingqiu’s eyes flew wide open, quickly landing on the face of his pure disciple, who was in turn staring straight at his master’s crotch.
Shen Qingqiu’s body moved with the quickness of a viper, scrambling backwards and placing a hand over his crotch. His back hit the solid wooden headboard and his heart was beating at nearly a thousand-miles per minute. Of course, his terrible luck had to appear now of all times!
“Shizun-” Luo Binghe began again, but Shen Qingqiu quickly cut him off.
“This is nothing!” he stated, his voice teetering on the edge of panic. He swallowed harshly, forcing himself to calm down and compose himself in a manner befitting a peak lord. “This was an involuntary action of the body. After some quiet meditation it will go away on its own.”
Luo Binghe furrowed his eyebrows, biting his bottom lip. The action brought the still-fresh dream to the forefront of Shen Qingqiu’s mind and he pressed his palm against his dick, feeling it grow harder.
Damn you, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky! Did you have to make the protagonist so alluring?! It was one thing to be attractive to all the beautiful girls in Proud Immortal Demon Way, but he’s also beautiful to men! I’ve never even thought about a man this way before!
“I-I can help you Shizun,” Luo Binghe said softly, his cheeks dusted pink with the faintest tinge of a blush. “It must be painful for you.” He let the blanket fall from his hands and climbed half-way onto the bed, his hand brushing against the exposed leg of his master.
Just as Shen Qingqiu was about to reject his disciples offer, that horrible, familiar ding rung in his ears. The mechanical voice of the system following soon after:
[Beginner-Level Quest Activated: ‘The Lustful Master Defiles His Young, Pure-Hearted Disciple.’ Failure to accept this quest will result in 5,000 points being deducted from the protagonist’s satisfaction points as well as 500 B-Points. Please click to accept.]
Has the system gone mad?! Those were way more satisfaction points and B-Points than he currently possessed! This was outrageous for a beginner-level quest. Surely it cannot be serious in wanting him to receive a hand job from the protagonist!
[Completely serious. Please click to accept.]
Shen Qingqiu mentally cursed the heavens above for putting him in this predicament. Either way, there was nothing he could do. The system had twisted his arm behind his back. With a dejected sigh, Shen Qingqiu chose the “Accept” option and the system binged again. [Quest successfully accepted. Please do your best. We wish you a pleasurable success.]
With another swallow, Shen Qingqiu spoke again, “Very well. Please, make it quick.”
If not only for my sanity but also for your dignity! What cruel world does such a thing to its protagonist?!
Luo Binghe lit up like he just received the best gift in the world. With a small nod, he climbed further onto the bed, positioning his body in between his beloved Shizun’s legs. Luo Binghe had dreamt about this for so many years, and now it was finally happening! He had never felt more blessed.
With slightly shaky hands, he undid the knot to Shen Qingqiu’s sleep robe, watching with wide eyes as it parted, revealing the peak lord’s fit body. The muscles under his skin were defined and strong, the obvious results from years of training. His cock bobbed upwards obscenely towards the young disciple, now free from the confines of clothing. Luo Binghe only had his to compare it to, but he thought his master’s was quite big. The head was an enticing pink color and a bead of liquid was oozing from it. Feeling his mouth go dry, Luo Binghe licked his lips which unknown to him only made Shen Qingqiu more aroused.
“How should I start, Shizun?” Luo Binghe asked with a shy voice, his fingers were still holding the ribbon that tied his robe together, and the young apprentice’s body seemed to be frozen.
I not only have to do this to the protagonist, but I also have to coach him through it? Oh, Great Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, I wish you much pain and suffering in your current life and the next.
Shen Qingqiu grabbed his apprentice's wrist, placing the calloused and yet soft hand over his cock. “Wrap your hand around it. Softly,” he quickly added after, knowing that Luo Binghe had more than enough strength to crush his manhood to dust. He grabbed it, gasping softly at the heat emanating from the thick member. A few seconds passed, and Luo Binghe made no other movements, which frustrated Shen Qingqiu.
“You need to move your hand up and down, Luo Binghe,” he told him and the protagonist’s eyes widened.
“Oh. Apologies Shizun, I have never done this before.”
Shen Qingqiu’s hatred for the system and Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky grew even brighter, and he cursed them both out once again.
Fuck! Shit, fuck, shit, fuck! Damn you for making me do this! Fuckfuckfuckfu-
Luo Binghe’s hand began to move and pleasure thrummed its way up Shen Qingqiu’s pelvis to his brain. It had been far too long since he let himself give in to his baser desires. If only the protagonist wasn’t dragged into it too.
“You can grip it a little harder, just enough to apply some pressure,” Shen Qingqiu instructed and his disciple nodded, fixing his grip. Luo Binghe was jerking him off almost expertly, his strong hand applying the perfect amount of pressure as he moved up and down. A shudder escaped Shen Qingqiu’s mouth and he let his head fall back onto the headboard, closing his eyes and trying to imagine one of the many curvaceous women in Luo Binghe’s harem.
“Shizun, are you feeling good?” Luo Binghe asked and Shen Qingqiu moaned, waving the question away with a lazy hand, too lost in his own pleasure to pay it any mind. Of course, the protagonist, who was an expert in all things, would also be a master in giving hand jobs.
While his Shizun was losing himself to the throes of pleasure, Luo Binghe worked very hard on his task. It was a new experience seeing his usually composed master look flushed and relaxed. It made him feel hot and heavy and there was a pressure in his pants, one he had never felt before. Was it the same thing Shizun was currently suffering from? He sure hoped not, he would die of embarrassment if his beloved teacher had to help him out too.
More liquid oozed from the head of Shizun’s member, trailing down the length and onto Luo Binghe’s hand. Without thinking, he quickly switched hands, bringing the soiled one up to his mouth and swiping his tongue at the mysterious liquid. It was salty and musky, and stuck to the back of his throat. Luo Binghe didn’t know why, but it made him feel even more hot. He wanted to taste more of it.
Not wasting a second more, he lowered his head down to his Shizun’s member, wrapping his mouth around the thick length. Shen Qingqiu whipped his head back down, shock on his face as Luo Binghe began to suck at the length, eager for another taste of the liquid.
Shen Qingqiu’s cock twitched in excitement, his disciple’s mouth wrapped tightly around it. “Luo Binghe! You don’t have to-” he began, interrupted when Luo Binghe moved his mouth further down the shaft of Shen Qingqiu’s cock and back up again, hand still firmly wrapped around the base. “Oh, heaven’s,” Shen Qingqiu said, his hips involuntarily thrusting upwards towards the protagonist's mouth.
Shen Qingqiu brought a hand to Luo Binghe’s head, tightly entwining his fingers in the luscious, wavy hair. He pulled at it, trying to signal to his student to stop slurping at his dick but Luo Binghe only moaned, now using his tongue to trace the underside of his cock.
Hey, protagonist, are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because this feels too damn good!
As if using his mouth wasn’t torture enough, Luo Binghe once again began using his hand, applying a solid pressure that mixed intoxicatingly well with the wet heat of his mouth. Shen Qingqiu felt his balls tighten, a tingly pressure building at the base of his cock. Knowing he was about to cum; he pulled at Luo Binghe’s hair once again, desperately trying to get him to remove his mouth.
“Luo Binghe, I’m about to finish. You need to stop,” he gritted out, pulling even harder. In an act of pure defiance, Luo Binghe ignored him, still sucking ever so diligently.
I need to stop him. I can’t finish in the beloved protagonist’s mouth, that was most certainly taking it too far!
[Warning! Refusal to finish in the protagonist’s mouth will cause the current quest to end in failure.]
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Shen Qingqiu cursed the author one more time and finally gave in, moving his hand to the back of Luo Binghe’s head, pushing him further down his cock, all the way to the base. Luo Binghe made a choking sound, his eyes fluttering backwards into his head as Shen Qingqiu’s cock exploded, coating the throat of the protagonist in a thick layer of cum.
He felt Luo Binghe swallow and his cock twitched again, once again oozing more cum. He released his tight grip on the protagonist's head and watched as the young man gave his Shizun’s cock one final suck, collecting every last drop of semen. He swallowed once again and opened his mouth, revealing to Shen Qingqiu that he had not wasted a single drop.
With a flushed face that looked thoroughly defiled, Luo Binghe smiled at his master, “Did I do a good job in taking care of your problem, Shizun?”
Shen Qingqiu mentally groaned but managed to put a gentle smile on his face for his most loyal and diligent disciple, “Yes, you did a very good job.”
[Luo Binghe’s favor increased. Protagonist satisfaction points +100]
[Completed Beginner-Level Quest. B-Points +250. From this point on, you have the ability to request more blowjobs from the protagonist in exchange for more satisfaction points. Congratulations! Please continue to work hard!]