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The sound of papers shuffling filled the silence of the near-empty office. The only one allowed in said office, besides Mobei-Jun himself, was Shang Qinghua. Which, the latter didn’t mind, it wasn’t as if he was particularly lonely or longing for company while trying to fix a major budget crisis his martial siblings created.
The only thing he really needed during times like this, was the plates of various northern palace pastries.
Okay, so he’s developed his old life’s habit of stress eating… so what? The food’s delicious and it settled his rising nerves all at the same! The joy from the sweet cookies he savored just so happened to make his work easier to manage.
”Yeah, this is real nice…”Shang Qinghua thought to himself as he took another bite. The scowl he had slowly morphed into something more relaxed, though still not quite pleased. That’s not the cookie’s fault though.
He went for another bite.
'Does Liu-shidi think the budget is just a suggestion?! Get your damn kids in order before they destroy the whole peak!'
Another bite.
'I guess I can sacrifice some of Cucumber bro’s budget… it’s not like he even uses it since he’s sooo busy making out with the most perfect protagonist ever.'
Another.
'I have disciples for a reason, don’t I!? Someone should’ve been keeping track of all of this! Ugh… they should have at least jotted it before it got this bad…'
It eventually became a mindless activity. Soon, he realized he had spent all of afternoon and some clockstrikes of the early night snacking and grumbling about his martial siblings. Though, that's not what paused him in his tracks. It was only when he’d finished up a probable solution— that he deemed to be sufficient— he realized the plate was empty.
Huh?He could have sworn there was enough for a little reward after all his hard work!
He just sighed to himself.
He couldn't be too upset, as he hadn't exactly been pacing himself. The only thing he had been thinking of was how if the budget was a monster he’d flay it alive…
Well, either way, if he got a solution done, it was probably time to pack it in for the night. Shang Qinghua stood with a quiet groan as his back popped. He's a cultivator! A Peak Lord! He isn't meant to feel his age!
He pouted to himself as he collected the stack of papers with the now dirtied plates. Then, he dutifully made his way to the kitchen.
Sure, as his king’s advisor, he could probably just ask some demon servant to do such a task for him. That way the old man of a Peak Lord could go straight to bed. Yet, he found himself wanting to walk through the halls of the palace. The long halls gave his legs the good stretching they both deserved, and probably needed.
Though, said halls often had demon servants who scrutinized his very being. They especially made their judgement known when Mobei-Jun was not around! How rude!
That being said, he wasted no time in getting to the kitchen. He set the plates down in an already dirtied pile, and decided he would make this journey worth it. By that, he means, he's going to get some late night treats.
'Aiyah! I deserve it, don't I?! I've put up with so much bullshit, I deserve something sweet!!'
He stood before a tray of those same cookies he had earlier. He was making very important decisions here… to have more of these, or to swap the snack entirely…? With papers under one arm, and his free hand rubbing his chin in thought, he suddenly felt eyes on him.
He tried to ignore it at first. He was kind of taking awhile, so he could understand some judgement this time… however, the staring would not let up! He quickly turned and looked around the room. The only demons in there with him were the kitchen staff, and they looked a little surprised to see him face their gossiping asses!
He felt satisfied at having caught them in the act, however, they didn't cease whatever they were talking about. Instead, they only gave him a sly smile and a thumbs up. As if they knew something he didn't.
He squinted at them in response, just annoyed and beyond exhausted at being judged. He was the advisor for fuck’s sake!! Shouldn’t these damn fodders have learnt to respect him ages ago?! And what's with the thumbs up?? What?!
He just… awkwardly waved and walked out. If the fodder characters wanted to act just as strange as the rest of the world he created, then so be it! He’s not going to sit there and try to remember reason #156700 for this shit. Even if he could, it was probably just part of some throwaway arc so it probably didn’t even matter. Don't sweat the small stuff, Airplane! Espicially when the big stuff sucks!!
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Once he reached his chambers, the first order of business was to put the documents away in a drawer. The second, most important order, was to get out of his damn work uniform. It’s not like anyone was permitted to come in without knocking anyways, so he could get as naked as he wanted. And right now, he wanted to be really naked, and really comfortable.
He noticed something strange once he removed his belt though. He noticed that he… he sighed with relief…? Had he just fastened it way too tight? He was in a rush this morning after all…
The rest of his clothes were removed without thought. Well, up until he got to his shirt and pants. Shang Qinghua noticed that same relief he had felt earlier as he undid the buttons of his shirt. Okay, there was no way to button clothes tightly, was there?? Did his clothes shrink? Did he—
Then it hit him.
He rushed to bathroom, to his his mirror, and promptly froze as he saw at himself. His shirt wasn’t even fully off yet, but he could see the issue clearly.
Sure! He’d notice how he didn’t really have his abs anymore, or any defined muscles anymore. That's not his fault! He may do more paperwork than any cultivation field activity, but hadn't expected to lose his figure completely! He was going to look like his original self if he kept this up!
“I totally ruined the original goods!”He bemoaned as he placed a hand over his gut—it wasn’t just his stomach— he squished the excess fat around his hips as well. He knew the fat would distribute all over his body… but the most obvious places had been his face, tummy, and upper legs.
He examined himself thoroughly as he continued to undress. Poking at how his upper arms flabbed slightly… how the fat connecting his neck and face squished… and if he turned himself around to check his ass, so what?! If his thighs got bigger, surely his ass did as well!
And— well— yeah! His ass was a bit meatier, but not really shaped. That small swell of pride he felt at seeing that turned into a sharp dread at the pit of his stomach.
He had felt so good when he lost the chubby body of his past life. It felt good to feel sexy by the people around him… but now he was beginning to look as he did before! He was looking just like the sad and pathetic man who wrote porn to stay afloat!
The difference? He's still overworked, sure, he’s got stable food— not even just junk food— but meals! And he still managed to find himself fattening up on carbs!! He squished the fat of his belly once more as he whimpered sadly…
“Alright, relax, Airplane… you can fix this…"
Shang Qinghua told himself as he forced himself to stand tall. Atleast he could look proud, even if he didn't feel it.
"I… I just have to cut back on the carbs! Maybe do more training, and use that golden core like I should be!"
He nodded to himself as he kept listing the ways to fix this. Though, Shang Qinghua knew he didn't have the time to train with all this paperwork. Plus, while he didn't technically need to eat sometimes, and knew he could practice inedia, that wasn't going to work long term. He needed energy to get this work done, since no one else was doing it!
So, maybe he would just cut back a little? He hadn't gained too much, so this shouldn't be hard! Not at all! He could do it! Even if he sounded unsure as he tried to soothe himself, he made sure to keep that game plan in his mind for tomorrow.
He had his own objective now! Not from the System for once! Get that killer bod back!!
He nodded to himself as he promised to cut back! Starting tomorrow!
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Well… tomorrow certainly came… and so did the extravagant meals and snacks.
Shang Qinghua managed to weasel himself out of breakfast. A lot of people skipped breakfast! So, surely it isn't too bad if he does so, right? He simply grabbed those documents, and used a talisman to get himself to An Ding Peak. He did so all without giving himself even a second to think of eating!
Though, a pang of hunger did flare up after delivering said papers. He's just glad that solution he presented seemed to work for everyone, one less thing the mousy man had to worry about! Less worry meant less stress eating too!
He felt himself beaming as he returned to the Northern Palace. However, that smile quickly became forced as one of the kitchen staff approached him with a meal tray, for what was clearly meant to be lunch.
“Oh! How thoughtful!”
The advisor said through gritted teeth as he tried to gently pushed the tray back to the demon.
"However, I've already eaten while out… so, you can take it back. Or, you could even have it yourself! How’s that sound?”
He tried to if he wasn’t ready to dig into the food before him and was instead being so generous. It would be a worthy sacrifice for himself if a demon ate his snacks, even if the thought made him jealous beyond belief.
However, to both his relief and dismay, the servant just pushed the tray back into his hands, “his majesty has ordered that Advisor Shang is to be well fed while he is away.”
Shang Qinghua blinked at the servant. He was simply stupefied at what he had heard. If it was a plot to get him to take the tray without a word, it worked. The demon bowed and retreated deeper into the palace, and the poor advisor stood, beyond confused, in the middle of the corridor.
His king ordered the servants to give him food?! He could not wrack his brain around that one. Sure, Mobei-Jun had gotten a bit softer on him recently. Not hitting him anymore, and the— metaphorically and literally— cold man had even made noodles for him. This, though? Doesn’t this feel a bit too much like taking care of a pet?!
Was his king trying to fatten him up to eat him or something? Had he offended him so gravelly that he was going to be butchered like a farm animal?! When had a man like him even ordered something like this? Normally Shang Qinghua was aware of all of his king's orders, especially if it impacted Shang Qinghua himself!
Well, surely it must have been before the hunt. He doubted Mobei-Jun had the time— or cared enough— to send commands while he was away. Maybe he thought the lowly human would forget to eat. He grimaced at the idea.
'Just because I’ve skipped a meal by accident once— maybe twice— five times…? Ah! That doesn’t mean I need to be reminded like a kid!'
Though, it was kind of nice of him. It had meant Mobei-Jun thought of his well-being in a way… even if he were to get put on a chopping block later. His king atleast wanted him to be a healthy slaughter! Ah, but that's what the hunt is for, isn't it? Augh! Why did his king have to be so confusing?!
“Only some,” he reminded himself, as took the tray and vanished into his office.
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That same night he yelled into his hands in despair as he saw that not only the lunch tray was gone, but that it was replaced with an emptied dinner tray he barely remembers getting! And where did that plate of sweet come from?!
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The next day, he got up and got ready all the same. It was only once he saw his figure in the mirror, he had been reminded of his screw up. He swore to avoid that same mistake from happening again. He could just try to drown himself in work! Being too busy to eat is surely a good method, right?
Though, as he continued to work on anything and everything, he once again found himself mindlessly biting into something delicious once more.
Why was this so hard?!
If this kept up, he'd need to put in an order for some sized-up clothing, and he didn't want to give his measurements to anyone! Even if he was aware of the gawks and gossip of the servants around him, it didn't mean he wanted to confirm it to any of them!
However, another day came and went, and he just couldn’t help himself once again. He just… really liked eating, even if it wasn't a necessity for him. It wasn’t even just that, he loved lazing around and writing his own works in his free time.
He could explore this world, it would surely burn fat if he traveled a bit. However, he just never found the time, or true desire for it. He loved this world, of course he did! He created it! But, he still found himself falling in love with leisurely behaviors all over again, as if he’d learnt nothing from his first life.
So, he wasn’t even combatting the weight with exercise. He was just eating way more than he needed to, and began storing some of that fat like a hamster stuffing it's already puffy cheeks… Ugh…
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Another day, another meal, and another meal meant shame and regret clouded his mind as he laid in bed the same night.
He wasn’t meant to be soft. He was meant to be sexy! Cultivators are sexy, and Airplane knows he gave a good body to the original flavor Shang Qinghua… but now that that was gone… he couldn’t help but mentally lecture himself about his horrible impulse control as of late. He’s not even a horribly impulsive person! He didn’t get this far by thinking with his ass! Yet, when it came to any kind of pleasures, he just couldn’t help himself nowadays.
He didn't feel like he needed to be constantly on guard as he did before, he didn't feel panicked to finish work in order to survive, and he didn't feel scared of losing his home at any bad chapter. He could actually indulge in his writing, and he did, all while basking in a much better life than he once had. He felt… safe.
And safe meant getting chubby apparently.
He grumbled half hearted complaints to himself as he felt all over his body once more. He’d gotten in the habit of doing this over the last few days. He wasn’t sure why… He hated how he could feel the extra pudge as he squished the fat of his belly. Yet, he felt compelled to squish and poke himself over and over again.
His hands traveled over his own body, and moved up to his upper arms once more. They were still flabby, but had tight muscle underneath from all the lifting he was forced to do.
“At least it isn’t all gone…”
After his new routine of, ‘talk to myself about my body while naked,’ was over, he got himself dressed for bed in his barely too tight robes.
He probably did need to talk to someone about adjustments soon…
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Once the next morning came, he found himself not wanting to move right away. Normally, he was good about this! He would get up early and work into the late darkness of the night! This time, however, he took his time, as something else preoccupied his mind.
He gave his room a once over, as if he expected someone to jump out at him. Once he felt assured no one would, or could, do such a thing at this moment, he loosened his robes further and let them slightly hang off his body.
With his his chest now out, he realized he never really focused on them during these trying times. He snaked a hand to one of his pecs, and felt how soft it had gotten.
His chest was still small, but considerably rounder and more fat. They were defined only slightly, not even close to the level of his son's perfect mounds. Those things were so big they could probably kill someone.
Actually, had he written that—never mind— he didn’t want to remember if he had.
He pouted just slightly as he groped at his own chest once more.
Then, he let something slip, completely absent mindedly, "if this keeps up, I’m gonna need a bra…”
He grimaced at his own words. No he would not need a bra!! Just because his body, including his chest, was getting softer, did not mean he’d get to Sha Hualing levels of tits!! He was just out of shape and gained weight! What kind of thought was that, Airplane?!
For once, he understood why Cucumber Bro would smack him for his ridiculous comments. He’d hit anyone who’d say something like that too!
His frown only deepened the longer he felt himself. It wasn’t erotic to him. He was touching over his body with judgment, not even his little Qinghua wanted to perk up with that kind of mess.
Surely, he’d be able to pull himself together before his king arrived. Maybe he just needed help, even if the thought made him want to claw his eyeballs out and eat them.
Well, it's a good thing he had atleast one man he could go to, no matter what.
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“Cucumber Broooooo!!”Airplane cried into his own crossed arms that rested against the table.
“What? What?! You just came in here sobbing, you hack! What am I supposed to with that?!”
Shen Qingqiu retorted, one moment away from closing his fan and using it to beat the stupid man before him.
Then, Shang Qinghua muttered something into the sleeves of his robes. That’s when Cucumber had enough. He smacked his fan against his friend’s head.
“Don’t mumble! Tell me what’s wrong or I’m kicking you out!”
The author tearfully looked up at him and sniffled as he composed himself, "Cucumber Bro… am I getting fat?”
Shen Qingqiu paused and stared at him. A look of disbelief, followed by a look that told Airplane he was already sick of his shit, but would listen. A bit of silence followed said reactions as Cucumber used the end of his fan to nudge against the other man’s gut. He hummed slightly as he thought about his words carefully.
“You have put on weight… but why should that matter?”
Shen Qingqiu popped open his fan and covered his face a little. He found himself pondering if he should tell his fellow peak lord that he’s also lost some of his figure, since it was obvious the other man couldn't tell, or just wasn't paying attention.
Before he could, however, Airplane sobbed louder and hid his face in his sleeves once more.
“Oh get yourself together! It is not that serious!”
Cucumber sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Not that serious?! That’s easy for you to say! Your goods are still sexy!”
He wailed, not a hint of shame in his voice.
“Airplane—!”
Now Shen Qingqiu was using his fan to hide the blush that crept onto his face.
“I’ve lost my sex appeal! I’m totally gonna die a virgin twice over! It’s over for ol’ Airplane, man…”
If anyone overheard, they may have actually believed the An Ding Peak Lord to be genuinely passing away with how sincerely anguished the man sounded.
“Oh my god— Stop talking!”
He was one second from hitting Shang Qinghua. The only reason he hesitated, was his pride would be wounded if he removed his fan, due to his flushed expression.
“I’m damned to a life of virginity, bro! Life has finished me off. before someone could finish in—“
Never mind, Shen Qingqiu’s irritation overtook said pride.
“Shut! Up!”
Shen Qingqiu emphasized each word with a smack of his fan. Fuck saving face if it meant he’d have to keep listening to the other man’s self pitying and horny nonsense.
“Owww…”
Shang Qinghua whined, but listened as he promptly shut his mouth.
“If your weight is such a big deal to you, why don't you take your disciples out more?”
Shen Qingqiu asked, with little genuine interested, as he got comfortable once again.
"Oh like I have the time for something like that. It would be nice, for sure! Those little disciples are the cutest… I'd love an afternoon break just showing them a town I made… but, those end of year reports have!me!fucked! No one actually keeps track of anything around here! Plus!! My king is getting so many invites to end of year celebrations, and so many he just wants me to reject! I swear he's more of a shut-in than past-me!"
Shang Qinghua moaned as he sat himself up just a bit, only to rest his head in his hands. With his face no longer obscured, Shen Qingqiu could see the deplorable state the man was in. Shang Qinghua's eye bags and barely maintained hair— which was thrown into a messy bun— were the most obvious signs of being overworked. However, it wasn't the only ones, the way his skin was dull, and his fingers stained with ink were smaller clues he picked up on.
"… If you need more time, you have disciples who can do this stuff for you, you know?"
Shen Qingqiu idly fanned himself as he asked.
Shang Qinghua shook his head, “they weren’t keeping up with some of the inconsistencies within the budget… I even can’t blame them… it’s not like we were given advance notice before being told another one of Liu-shidi’s kids broke another set of training dummies. For the 100th time.”The reminder of one of his many issues, led the An Ding Peak Lord to rub his eyes groggily. His Cucumber Bro did let out an airy laugh at the mention of the destroyed equipment, and Shang Qinghua could only offer his best attempt at an unamused glare. He just so happened to look more pathetic than anything though.
Shen Qingqiu placed the end of his fan to his lips in thought. This time, Shang Qinghua didn’t rattle on about anything to fill that silence, he was too tired to even think of anything to say that wasn't endless bitching and moaning.
“Well,” Shen Qingqiu tapped his fingers against the table, “you could try aerobics. It doesn’t take much time.”
“I don’t remember any—“
“Ah-ah. Let me finish!” His fellow transmigrator hit the former's hand with his fan, albeit he hit him a bit more gentler this time. If Shang Qinghua noticed, he didn't make it known, he instead just pouted and quieted down once more.
“Your hack-ass kept putting in the most ridiculous training regimes for different clans. Seriously, a succubus clan doing some ‘totally-not-yoga,’ to train in ‘flexibility’?! Ridiculous!”
Shen Qingqiu put his finger up in air quotes as he spoke, then continued, “this is the only time I’m glad your shitty writing comes back to help you.”
Cucumber stood, and made his way over to a thin drawer that was almost invisible to anyone who wasn’t directly searching for it. He quickly opened the drawer, took out what looked like a magazine or an overly thin book, and slammed the drawer just as fast as he'd opened it.
Shang Qinghua almost asked if it was his spank drawer he used to hide his porn, but the question was interrupted as said book was thrown with enough force to not hit him, but get close. It instead es landed on the table before him as if waiting for Shang Qinghua to read the cover.
’Flex and Get Stretched! Beginner’s Guide to the Art of Getting Springy!’
He paled instantly.
Benefits him, his foot!
It’s… technically what he asked for, but holy shit, he can’t be seen with this! Let alone if he was ever caught in whatever poses were in here!
Though, before he could retort, he realized something.
“Cucumber bro, why did you have this?”
Ah… even if the fan hitting him upside the head hurt like hell… his friend's embarassed and clearly 'caught' expression was priceless.
In the end, Shang Qinghua found himself using one hand to rub his head, and the other to carry a tray of food as he made his way to his office. He hadn't argued this time, he knew it was no use; but he also knew he now had a plan!
He was almost giddy to get started on reviewing trade agreements, as the sooner he started, the sooner he’d start with his new fitness routine! Even if he teased Shen Qingqiu, he still owed the other man his own soul for this!! He was getting his sexy back!
As the clock strikes ticked by, he couldn't even judge himself this time for having eaten all his food. He found himself too distracted by thoughts of himself with abs and a slim figure once more… he’s going to get so laid…
Later, deep into the nicht, the author had his usual routine of returning the dishes, and then heading to his chambers. This time, however, he was going to start his basically areobics. Maybe not a lot, he still felt absolutely exhausted after working for so long, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
He reached into his sleeve, and retrieved the book. There was no way in hell he was going to leave that thing out after just returning with it… he'd find a better hiding spot for it later. Just the thought of being caught with something like this made his skin crawl.
The man opened the book and turned to the first page—oh it’s just a lot of text so far, ok so he skipped the first few pages to get to the actual meat of it all.The drawings were of scantily dressed women and he felt himself blush a bit. He felt really embarrassed this was the world he created… but also god they are so naked?!
'I can get over that,' he thought to himself as he analyzed the first bunch of poses. Cucumber Bro was right… he really had just written erotic yoga. He huffed as he defended it to himself, there was a demographic! There always was!
Though, that demographic likely wanted to see sweaty women with fat tits bent over, not Shang Qinghua, secondary scum villain, lay on his back and tried to stretch his ankles to his head.
He groaned in discomfort as he could feel the stretch in his thighs and calves as he pulled his ankle closer to his head, he wasn't even close. He kept his ankle in place, and then released it after a couple of seconds.
He exhaled quietly, not even realizing he had been holding his breath, and rubbed where his thighs met his crotch. This hurt a lot more than he thought it would… he’s so sorry to every woman out there who used this book before him.
He looked down at his legs, and readied himself, both mentally and physically, to stretch a few more times before bed.
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Shang Qinghua knew it would take awhile to lose weight. Especially with something non intensive like this. Why was it though, that he felt like he gained more weight?!
Sure, it felt like there was a bit more shape to his fat, but he was still gaining! He begrudgingly accepted he would not lose enough weight to feel comfortable in his clothes, and only put in an order for new ones once he realized they were a necessity for urgent matters.
Said urgent matters being his king about to arrive literally any second! Great!
It’s not like he could hide out until he got robes that actually hid his figure. He's his damn advisor! He's the one managing his return! He's the one who checked off lists of tasks that had needed to be done, the one who made sure the rooms were being kept cleaned, that there was meals planned for him as soon as he arrived, and made sure his own presence as his servant would be needed as well if his king needed anything.
He just sighed as he double checked everything was in order one last time, and just waited.
Though, he didn’t have to wait too long. He had watched as Mobei-Jun entered the palace, bloodied and kind of extremely intimidating and hot looking. Though, Shang Qinghua knew better, his king's expression was usually that of a resting bitch face. From what he could gather, his king was actually relatively happy! The hunt was large, and many of his men returned with him! No reason to be sour.
The Peak Lord trotted his way over to his king’s side like a happy dog seeing its owner after work.
“My king! This servant has made plans for the preparation of the corpse to be handled already. As well as a meal to be delivered to your quarters by now. If you’d like to eat somewhere else, this one can retrieve it and move it wherever!”
Ah. He even felt like a happy little dog when he spoke. He was sure if he had one, his tail would probably wag.
Mobei-Jun spared a glance down at Shang Qinghua, likely ready to reply with his normal non-committal hum for when he was tired, but instead, he froze as he stared at his human.
Shang Qinghua froze with him and felt as though he had already messed up at some point.
"Fuuucck!! He just got back and he’s pissed!!"
Shang Qinghua thought to himself, as he deeply and truly hoped his unease did not bleed onto his smile, the same one that faltered with every extra second his king stared at him. Eventually, Shang Qinghua noticed how Mobei-Jun's eyes were not just staring, but they were actually giving the smaller human several look overs. Shang Qinghua felt analyzed and judged once he realized this.
He couldn’t even cover himself up more to try and get Mobei-Jun to stop that! He just had to stand there, quietly, as he watched his king practically oggle at his body. He swore those pupils had dilated, which he had no idea what that meant in this context, like at all. Maybe he really was going to get eaten, holy shit.
“… My king, are the arrangements not to your liking?”
He forced the question out to try and move this stare fest along! He didn’t want to get gawked at in front of the busying bodies around them!! The fact he even showed his chubby face out here today was mortifying enough for himself!!
"The arrangments Shang Qinghua have prepared are satisfactory, as always."
Mobei-Jun only continued to basically eat Shang Qinghua alive with his eyes. The way his king answered made Shang Qinghua feel both hot under the collar and irritated all at once somehow!
“… Thank you, my king, this servant is honored to have your praise. It's just uhm… well…"
Trying to do anything non-directly around this man was like pulling teeth! As Shang Qinghua flubbed on his words for a moment, Mobei-Jun only kept staring, but this time with a quiet and questioning 'hm,' as if egging the man to continue.
“… Would you like to eat now, my king?”
“Mn.”
Mobei-Jun nodded, and Shang Qinghua almost slumped over with relief. He was more than happy to follow his king to his chambers if it meant not being eyed like fresh meat for even a second.
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Once the pair stepped into Mobei-Jun's chambers, Shang Qinghua picked up on a shift in energy in his king's demeanor. He was used to Mobei-Jun being not as wound up when it was just them, but this felt… different…
He could see how the ice demon's shoulder's lost all tension once the door shut behind him. However, Shang Qinghua was not oblivious to how his king's fists clenched and unclenched, seemingly at random as Shang Qinghua handled setting up the meal.
The odd behavior from his king, admittedly, did make him want to run and hide. He hadn't felt like prey in a long time around Mobei-Jun, but as he saw how aggressively the other man handled himself at the moment, that all too familiar feeling of animal-like fear crept up his spine.
“… The- The food is on the table, my king. I mean- this servant knows you can see that, but this one just wants his king to be aware! Not as if my king is ever unaware- you are a very aware and very wonderful king!"
He babbled on for a moment before forcibly having shut his own mouth. Gods, he was normally good at filling the silence with whatever came to mind. However, all that came to mind was how uncomfortable his belt was, and how his king’s just outright staring was not making him feel any better. He knew he wasn’t in shape anymore! He didn’t need the epitome of sex appeal to keep reminding him! Shang Qinghua just sat himself down at the table, and his king followed suit.
Then, Mobei-Jun picked up a piece of the main meal, some kind of cooked beast meat, and brought it to Shang Qinghua’s mouth.
What— WHAT?! Was his king feeding him??! Hello?? Has he died in a freak accident and gone to heaven?? Maybe he got transmigrated to a non canon version of his work without noticing?
He snapped out of his shocked stupor as he heard Mobei-Jun’s impatient grunt.
Right! Right!
Shang Qinghua opened his mouth, and when Mobei-Jun pressed the food forward, Shang Qinghua decided he could die happy right here and right now actually. The food itself was delicious, of course only the best would be served to Mobei-Jun! However, Shang Qinghua really did feel like it tasted better out of his king's hands.
“Oh god, I sound like some lovesick maiden.”
Shang Qinghua flushed at the thought, and before he could speak up, Mobei-Jun picked another piece of meat up and leaned forward once more to feed his advisor. Ok!! Ok sure! At least after this bite, his king began to eat too.
"Ah, thank you, my king…! This one is honored you would do such a thing. My king does not need to keep doing so, this servant can feed himself."
Shang Qinghua reached for part of the meal, but was stopped by a clawed hand grabbing his wrist. Then, Mobei-Jun growled. It was low and quiet, but loud enough for the advisor to hear and be stunned by it. His king just growled at him?!
"This king does as he pleases. Shang Qinghua will eat what his king gives him."
Oh! Okay! That didn't give him a boner at all!
Shang Qinghua just stammered on his words for a moment, his face beet red as he tried to compose any semblance of thought. Wow, he was a mess.
"Yes, my king! This servant hadn't meant to insinuate otherwise! Just that… well, you just returned from a hunting trip… you must be exhausted, my king! You should allow yourself to focus on your- ow! ow! My king!"
Mobei-Jun gripped his wrist harder. It didn't actually hurt that bad, more like his grip was just too tight. Even so, the ice demon let go once he heard Shang Qinghua's whines. He nodded his head in what seemed to be an apology, before poking the edge of Shang Qinghua's lips with another piece of the meal.
Shang Qinghua just opened his mouth obediently as he listened to his king speak up once more.
"This king desires to feed Qinghua. This king is capable."
Shang Qinghua squeaked a bit, but nodded fervently.
"Very capable, my king! The most capable-est ever, actually! There isn't anyone more capable than you! This servant doesn't doubt you, my king, not at all. Just… wanted to be sure this king is doing as he wants! Making sure no obligation or duty feelings were there?"
He didn't even know what he was saying anymore. However, it seemed to please Mobei-Jun, as the demon let out a gentle grumble, that almost sounded like a purr?
"This king does not do anything he doesn't wish to."
Mobei-Jun confirmed as he continued his ritual of feeding his human, and then eating some himself.
Anytime Shang Qinghua would try to grab his own food, his king would either slap his hand away, or he’d press whatever he had in his hands to his advisor’s lips so fast that it was useless for Shang Qinghua to even try feeding himself.
This kept up for the whole meal.Shang Qinghua would talk a little, sure, but Mobei-Jun wasn’t as responsive as usual; he seemed completely focused on keeping Shang Qinghua fed.
Once the tray was empty, and Shang Qinghua felt full, he felt that pang of guilt and shame overcome him once more. He couldn’t even act proper in-front of his king… he had just lapped the food up greedily as if his king was some kind of servant!
In contrast, Mobei-Jun just stared at Shang Qinghua, a satisfied air surrounded the ice demon. He even had a small smile on his face. Since when did his king react like that about such domestic things ?!
He wouldn't let himself think on it too much… he couldn't, or he'd probably explode honestly.
"Let this one prepare a bath for you, my king!"
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Right. he knew his king had been acting odd. However, he didn't expect to be kept at Mobei-Jun's side like some kind of pet while he bathed.
Well— he might be exaggerating— there was still the privacy screen between them. It didn't really stop it from being a king of odd thing from his king. Shang Qinghua could only fumble with his hands nervously as he tried to think of anything else besides his weight, or the way his king has been acting recently.
"Does something bother Qinghua?"
Mobei-Jun interrupted Shang Qinghua's mindless rambles.
'Oh, only that you're acting insane and I'm getting fat!! That's all!!'
He swallowed the thought behind an anxious gulp. Did he actually just gulp? Oh gods, he was truly turning into some kind of maiden from a novel…
"Nothing bothers this one, my king. Why do you ask?"
Shang Qinghua replied with faux earnest. He was used to faking the pitch of his voice to sound happier, to sound as if he cared, and to sound as if he was not losing his mind! Very useful!
"Qinghua seems… off. He is not being truthful."
There was some movement in the water, and Shang Qinghua almost thought his king was trying to get out or something. He wasn't, luckily.
"My king- I'd never lie to-"
"Qinghua is a very skilled liar. Try again."
Ok, another gulp. Mobei-Jun was really on his ass. Shouldn't he be tired after his hunting mission?! Why was he noticing every little detail?! Ah… atleast he was being given a second chance here…!
"There is just so much to do, my king! It is no trouble, truly, it's just that the end of the year is always so busy. So much traveling for this poor servant as well…"
Shang Qinghua soon trailed off, as he was distracted by the sound of claws scraping the edge of the bath.
"Many others have seen you as you are?"
Oh, Mobei-Jun sounded furious.
What the fuck?! Was he seriously that unsightly to Mobei-Jun that his king didn't even want him leaving the palace?!
"I had to deliver documents and attend meetings, my king! Besides, I have disciples I train as well. Not that you are not of priority! I just have many things to attend to-"
Alas, Shang Qinghua was interrupted by a very deadset Mobei-Jun.
"Then this king will change that while he prepares accordingly."
"Wha.. Huh?"
Shang Qinghua was dumbfounded, to say the least. Prepare accordingly for what?! He's already trying to lose weight!! Is it really this serious?
"You will be moved to these chambers. Understood?"
"Understood, my king!"
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“Understood, my ass!!”
He groaned as he stretched in a downward ‘doggy-style,’ as the book put it. He had no fucking clue to why his king was acting like that!
Had he not just been judging Shang Qinghua’s body the second he walked back into the castle? Only to then feed him like some maiden?!
Shang Qinghua almost assumed his king was fattening him up to look unappealing. That just didn't make sense either? What in the hell were the preparations? Anytime he had an idea, it just made less and less sense the more he thought on it!
A pop sounded in his lower back and he whined just a bit. At least he could still exercise while his king was out.
Whatever. It wasn’t like he had been skipping meals anyways, even if he thought about it. So, his king feeding him didn’t actually change much. He was more frustrated with not understanding this man!!
Shang Qinghua finished his exercises for the night, and looked around the room awkwardly. This was Mobei-Jun's bedroom alright. Even though he was told to stay here, he had snuck back to his room to get something's he'd rather keep hidden from his king. Such as: emergency talismen, some of his writings, antitodes, and of course, that damned book.
He looked around the room once more out of habit. He knew he was alone for right now, but since this wasn't his room, he felt out of his element. Was he meant to sleep in his king's bed? Seriously, what?!
He just walked over to Mobei-Jun's desk, and sat down. He knew his king was to return eventually, so a sleepy Shang Qinghua could be his king's problem later, since he was so damn insistent on keeping him here!
Atleast his king kept the fireplace warm for him. It made dozing off at the desk much easier…
Shang Qinghua found himself awake much later than usual. He normally would awake at just before morning light hit his window, but he could see it was past daybreak and so he promptly jumped up. Panic thrummed through his veins as he tried to roll out of bed as quickly as possible, though this only resulted in him falling face first onto the cold floor.
“Fuck!”
He normally watched his mouth when he was trying to be in character, but fuck that hurt! Besides, he was alone! No one dared enter his room—Oh and that’s the sound of the door being opened. Fuck his miserable life.
He scrambled to stand and potentially yell at whoever decided to walk in unannounced. Once he was up, and saw who dared sneak in on the royal advisor, he froze.
It was Mobei-Jun.
Shang Qinghua gasped and straightened himself out. Oh god he almost yelled at his king. He only now dared move to try and rub the sleep from his eyes.
“My king..! I…”
He yawned a little as he walked around the bed to face his king easier.
“I overslept… I am terribly sorry, my king, I will get to work this… instant…?”
He trailed off slightly as he finally processed the sight before him.
Mobei-Jun, not only his king, but a pretty god damn powerful and sexy ice demon, and his favorite character ever… just so happened to hold a tray in his hands. In said tray, two bowls of pulled noodles. He blinked up at the tray, and then at his king as he tried to understand exactly whatever was going on here.
"Qinghua does not remember."
It was not a question, but a statement Mobei-Jun made as he casually walked into Shang Qinghua's— wait.
Oh, these were not his chambers. These were Mobei-Jun's chambers. He's being kept like some pet… he remembers now.
Flushed, he simply followed his king to the same table they had eaten at the day before. He spews out various apologies, but noticed that Mobei-Jun hadn't looked mad… instead… amused! How cruel!
It did relax Shang Qinghua though, seeing his king smile, even if it was at his advisor's misfortune. It relaxed Shang Qinghua enough for the smaller man to actually notice that there was more to the meal than the noodles.
They were…
What the hell were those actually? They were like… really, really messed up sweet buns. They smelt delicious though, and that’s the only way he could actually tell what they were likely meant to be.
Was he getting really shitty left overs? He was so confused for a moment, until he saw the expectant look on his king's face. Then, his ridiculously tired brain finally started working.
"You made these, my king?"
Mobei-Jun simply nodded in reply.
Shang Qinghua gingerly took a sweet bun, and took a bite. It… was okay. Well, Shang Qinghua actually found it delicious, but it was dry. It being dry did kind of mess with the taste, as he could only focus on how it felt like it drained all the moisture from his mouth. He was able to hide that reaction though, as the shock of it actually being edible being what he mostly felt.
He looked up to Mobei-Jun, and before he could say anything, he let out a snort at the expression the ice demon had. His king’s pupils were blown again, that was odd, but the funny part was how Mobei-Jun looked like an expectant puppy, ready for praise.
He didn’t know what was up with his pupils. Maybe he should ask a demon doctor…
“It’s… wonderful.. my king, you truly made these?”
He was still shocked Mobei-Jun could cook halfway decently. Not only that, but that he would even do so for Shang Qinghua. Yeah, he had made noodles for him before and then got a wagon to drag him back to the palace, but so much had happened! Nothing had happened to warrant it this time!
Plus, the noodles before were way too cold, and barely edible, literally frozen. So the fact the noodles before him weren’t frozen, and the buns were actually soft, albeit dry and malformed, he felt proud of his king’s progress.
Mobei-Jun nodded and a satisfied grin rested on his face as he saw Shang Qinghua enamored with the food.
"This king will continue to learn and cook for Qinghua if he enjoys it.”
“Huh?! You would?! I mean— this lowly servant does not question you, my king! Your skills have improved quite a bit, it is an honor. It’s just, surely you have better things to spend your time on?”
Mobei-Jun just squinted his eyes at his human, and Shang Qinghua took that as the signal to shut up! So, he slammed his mouth closed and took another drink of water. He reached for the noodles, before he felt a pair of chopsticks poke his cheek.
Was he seriously being fed again?!
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Mobei-Jun truly was not joking when he told Shang Qinghua he'd 'change that' after he heard of how much work his advisor had.
As, when they finished talking, and Mobei-Jun got up to leave, with Shang Qinghua trailing behind of course, Mobei-Jun closed the door in Shang Qinghua's face!
Well, excuse him!
He opened the door and huffed. Despite his king just being here, it seemed he had disappeared in the blink of an eye. Shang Qinghua chalked it up to portals, and traveled down the halls to go back to his room. However, Mobei-Jun seemingly came out of no where, scruffed the little human, and carried him over his shoulder back to Mobei-Jun's chambers.
As he was thrown onto the, admittedly very soft, bed, his king only uttered one word.
“Stay.”
Then Mobei-Jun turned to leave, but the little human spoke up.
"Uhm! My king! This one has to work, doesn't he? And- and! My belongings! I need to get all of those too."
Mobei-Jun turned and stared at his advisor as if he were dealing with some petulant child who just wouldn't listen.
"This king will send for servants to retrieve Qinghua’s belongings, but his work will be handled by others for the time being.”
With that, the door shut, and Shang Qinghua could hear a lock click into place.
For one thing, he was offended at being locked in his king's room!! The second thing on his mind was… nothing… actually. He was completely dumbstruck, and could only blink owlishly at where his king once stood.
He tried to ask the system if Mobei-Jun was poisoned, or if there was some kind of mission he was supposed to get out of this? However, nothing appeared and none of his thrown away concepts stuck out to him as having been the reason for this.
So, it was time to go to his number one anti-fan. Well, maybe not go to…
Shang Qinghua willed the system into existence, and typed out a message to his favorite bro. He could just mentally send an alert, but where's the fun in that?
[Airplane: Yooo!!!! Cucumber Bro…. Is there like a flower that makes you crazy?]
[Cucumber: WTH are you messaging me for? Aren't you the author?? Thoughtless hack.]
[Airplane: I don't remember everything!! Besides, I've been swamped with work! (ᗒᗣᗕ)]
[Airplane: Help me out, bro!!! I think my king is poisoned like… crazy style or something….]
[Airplane: + He locked me away so it's not like I can research it myself! ( -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ) ]
[Cucumber: You're joking. You're locked up?? Like, in a dungeon? 【・_・?】]
[Airplane: I wish I was joking!!]
[Airplane: No, bro! Like, his room! I tried to leave and he locked the door]
[Cucumber: I can't help but feel like you did this to yourself…]
[Airplane: ˙◠˙]
[Cucumber: Whatever, man. I'll look around and get back to you.]
[Airplane: Thank! You! If you need help maybe I can sneak out or something… (>_ >)]
[Cucumber: I thought you were locked away. (¬_¬)]
[Airplane: I keep emergency talisman on me just in case!! But I’m so limited, bro. Just let me know ok? (T . T)]
[Cucumber: Fine. Enjoy being atticwifed for a bit. ( ≖‿ ≖ )]
[Airplane: EXCUSE ME??? Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)][Airplane: SAYS YOU!]
No matter how many angry little faces he sent his friend, it was clear he was getting ignored. Whatever!!
Atticwifed his ass!! His king was just… likely under some poison from a flower, or he severely misunderstood to how humans worked. No way in hell his king sees him as a wife to be attic-ed! Besides, his king did say this was temporary, but like hell he was waiting this out when Mobei-Jun could be unwell!
Ah… all he could do right now however, was just wait and sulk in his king's really comfy bed.
Wait, he'd woken up in this thing… did that mean his king put him there during the night??
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Eventually, some servants came in and brought everything Shang Qinghua kept in his room that he hadn't already snuck out.
This included his writing supplies! Such as the makeshift pencil.
Shen Qingqiu had rolled his eyes when Shang Qinghua made such a thing, but he knew his bro was using one to write when the brush was too damn hard to work with.
That's besides the point!! Shang Qinghua had already snuck in his writing, as he didn't want anyone else to see that… and now he had his tools! Since he couldn't do anything else in the meantime, why not write for fun?
He already had an idea to start writing BLs, considering they were a total hit in this world! Not like he needed the money, but seeing people talk about his works positively for once? That validation was something he craved. Besides, he could actually focus on the plot, and not constant papapa since he wasn’t being threatened with eviction!!
He already had a draft idea… two strong characters, and no one else could entertain them in a fight the way the other does. It would start off with some arguing and violence, and they’d find a common quest and be forced into weird scenarios together!
Now, he found himself wanting to write about one of them kidnapping the other and keeping him locked up… maybe the captor is a demon? Demon-human relationships are trending right now… Ooh! The human keeps trying to escape too, more drama!
He nodded to himself as he wrote these things down.
Unlike his king, the demon in this tale surely won’t let the human go at all!
He wrote well into the evening, and was only brought out of his inspiration fueled writing by the door being opened once more.
He tried to hide the papers as nonchalantly as he could as he turned around to face whoever walked in. He already knew who it was though, so it was not a shock to him when he saw Mobei-Jun with more food on the tray.
“My king!”
Shang Qinghua chirped happily. He took the chance of the tray being here to use it as an excuse to move his papers away even further…to make room of course…
However, Mobei-Jun eyed the papers with suspicion as he set the tray down.
“Was Qinghua working?”
Mobei-Jun asked as he sat down with Shang Qinghua and stared into the other man's eyes.
“Oh, these? These are nothing, my king! Just recreational writing— Ah, but don’t look!”
He moved his arms to cover over the papers as Mobei-Jun tried to snatch them. He raised an eyebrow at the human and Shang Qinghua gave an awkward smile.
“It’s… unfinished. You shouldn’t see it when it’s not done yet! You’ll be the first to read it once it’s ready, my king!”
Shang Qinghua smiled, though it was strained. He was desperate for his king to believe him, because he wasn’t lying! It was just not the actual reason he cared. It would be mortifying if his king read this!! He just would have to hope that with time his king would forget about it.
“Fine.”
Mobei-Jun looked displeased, but sat back and presented the food to Shang Qinghua. Ok. More noodles. That’s kind of insane, but whatever. At least there were pork buns on the side, it seemed. Oh, and a different dessert! This time it was cookies… had his king really spent time baking numerous cookies? They were kind of… messed up looking… but truly how can someone mess up a cookie?
He reached to try one, but was promptly stopped by a flick of Mobei-Jun’s wrist, and instead he was being fed. Again.
Shang Qinghua didn’t complain or even glare, he just bit at the treat that was being fed to him. It was decent! Not super dry this time, but it wasn’t really exceptional. It reminded him of those premade ones at the store, where they are kind of just… okay.
He reminded himself though, that Mobei-Jun made this! So this is actually an incredible accomplishment and a huge honor that he was being fed like a wife.
“Excellent again, my king! Have… you really been spending your time baking?”
Shang Qinghua asked in between bites.
“Mn. I have.”
"Ah… Uhm.. We have cooks, right? Did… something happen?"
He was almost worried they were all fired for Mobei-Jun to be cooking this much.
“Nothing of Qinghua’s concern. He should only relax and enjoy.”
Mobei-Jun dismissed his concerns coolly as he continued to feed him.
“Uh… Alright… Say, when did you plan for my break to end? My king never told me the schedule or anything… not that this one wants to work right away! This humble servant is simply curious?”
Mobei-Jun stilled at the question. He squinted at Shang Qinghua as if he were looking into his very soul and judging it.
Before Shang Qinghua could apologize, Mobei-Jun lifted his hand. The human shut his eyes, readying himself to be hit… but it never came. Instead, Mobei-Jun placed his open hand over Shang Qinghua's head and began to gently pet him.
Oh so his king was totally sick. Ok.
“My… My king?”
He stammered as he looked up at the man who was currently caressing him.
Shang Qinghua had to admit… it felt nice… the advisor could feel how big Mobei-Jun's hand was as he pet him like a delicate hamster.
Don't even get him started at how he could feel how those claws gently scratched his scalp. The knowledge that those claws killed hundreds and probably thousands of demons, but here he was being scratched so caringly by them? Oh, it drove him mad. Soon a heat pooled in his gut, and he desperately tried to ignore that actually.
“Qinghua should not concern himself. He will rest and should enjoy it.”
“…Ah, well, you see— I have work for An Ding too… and was in the middle of some letters to the other clans…”
A beat of silence passed between the two. Mobei-Jun was still not happy about Shang Qinghua working… However, the mention of An Ding Peak seemed to have made Mobei-Jun think for a second.
"This king will handle it. Shang Qinghua's duty for now is to rest while this Mobei prepares."
His king decided, as he continued to pet the smaller man.
Shang Qinghua nodded.
"Of course, my king! I would never doubt you!"
He wasn't going to question what that meant. He really hoped Mobei-Jun wasn't going to go slaughter his martial siblings or something… He's sure Luo Binghe wouldn't allow that, but still!
With that, Mobei-Jun gave the smallest of smiles and ruffled the Peak Lord’s hair. He made no actual moves to leave, though, so Shang Qinghua took the chance to start more conversation.
“So, how’s the court been?”
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Dinner was the same as lunch. He was fed a meal and dinner, and had spent some time with Mobei-Jun. However, this time his king did not leave. Which, made sense, yes, this was his room, and it was approaching time to rest.
As the night turned dark, Mobei-Jun had settled himself in bed. Shang Qinghua knew he had been dragged into bed the night before, but there's no way he could just encroach on his king's space!! So, he just sat at the desk, and doodled.
Every so often, he’d feel those same pair of eyes stare into him once more, and he felt himself grow tense every-time.
Eventually, his king seemed to be grow tired of Shang Qinghua’s unwillingness come go to bed.
“Qinghua.”
Mobei-Jun grumbled out.
“Yes, my king?”
Shang Qinghua turned to the direction of the bed, but quickly realized his king had actually gotten up to be by his desk. Shang Qinghua let out a startled noise as he was lifted up over his king’s shoulder, and then promptly deposited into the bed.
“My king?!”
Shang Qinghua tried to sit up, but his king put an arm over his upper body like some kind of stuffed animal. Oh that sure kept him down.
“Sleep.”
The low rumble of Mobei-Jun's voice being so close to his ears made his heart explode. Okay, so, he won’t be arguing with that, actually.
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The days passed by as he waited for his cucumber bro to help him out here. It was all pretty much the same as the last, he'd be woken up to breakfast, and spend his day lazing about.
As much as he felt the need to complain, he was surprised he found himself… enjoying this? He wasn't actually sure what he was waiting for from his king still, but he realized he didn't really mind it all too much.
The only thing that stopped him from eating this life out of his king's hands, was that Mobei-Jun was clearly under the affects of something!
Seriously, why else would he do all of this?
He used his free time to exercise a bit more around the chambers. He had to plan it well though, as he really didn’t want his king to actually catch him doing whatever the book told him to do...
Once he finished up his afternoon workout done, he rubbed his calves a bit. They had gotten the brunt of stretching today, and were a little sore. That was okay… He could just relax and fall asleep soon.
But first, he opened system’s chat function, as he could just feel that he got a message. Maybe that's the benefits of a system in your brain instead of a phone…
[Cucumber: Okay, so, Binghe said Mobei-Jun had gone near the southern borders for his hunt.]
[Cucumber: This meant it could have literally been any demon born flower from your dumbass plots. (¬_¬)]
[Cucumber: BUT! His symptoms do match something… just not well…]
[Airplane: If the flower pollens, bro!!]
[Cucumber: ??? Don't say that ever again.]
[Cucumber: It kind of sounds like, ‘The Flower of Unsaid Desires,’ but more PG? ( ╹ -╹)?]
… More PG? When had Airplane ever done that? Maybe Mobei-Jun just encountered a low dose? Or it does it effect demons differently than humans?
The name of the plant was familiar though. It was used for some tsundere wife who refused to admit her feelings… she was slipped some poison by another wife, but it turns out… Boom! it was the Flower of Unsaid Desires! Not poison!!
He hummed to himself as he thought about an antidote. Normally, he had plenty of antidotes on hand, but he actually barely remembered this flower existed. Who could blame him, as it was a bit tame compared to various poisons and flowers such as, “Petals of the Slicked Hole.”
He was on a time crunch, okay?!
[Airplane: Did anything say it affects demons differently? He hasn't been… "( – ⌓ – ) You know…]
[Airplane: Ah! This is an amazing lead by the way, bro!! Great job! (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭]
[Cucumber: Well… papapa is always a solution, you know.]
[Airplanee: DON'T EVEN JOKE!!!! (°ロ°)]
[Airplane: ( ;´ - `;)]
[Airplane: (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )]
[Cucumber: OMG! Shut up!]
[Cucumber: Give me a little bit. There should be a way to neutralize the energy with some kind of yang flower. That should help. (¬_¬)]
[Airplane: Oh, thank you, bro!! You’re the BEST! I won’t ask you about Binghe for a week for this! ･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+ ]
[Cucumber: AND you’re helping get it!]
[Airplane: Of course, of course! I said I’d help if you needed it!]
Shang Qinghua closed the chat, giddy as can be. He’d be able to help his king! And, he wouldn’t have to sleep with him while he’s under the influence of one of the drugs he created! That took a lot off his conscious, honestly.
Though, he had to sit and think about this.If it’s the Flower of Unsaid Desires… was keeping Shang Qinghua like this, a subconscious desire? What of the preparations then? A surprise for him?
How he wrote it was that it was just to enhance the feelings and make them unbearable to ignore. Which, obviously would lead to papapa… What kind of desire led Mobei-Jun to dote on him like a delicate maiden?!
Maybe he just sees humans as weak… He probably sees Shang Qinghua espicially as weak.
It could be a desire to protect a valuable asset? He didn’t want to give himself too much credit there, but he knew they’ve developed a kind of friendship after all of the BS they went through. Kind of!! Plus, he has done a lot for his king through the years! That could make sense…
Mobei-Jun simply wanted him alive and healthy to work more eventually. He was just being extra pampered because he sees humans as weak!!
He nodded to himself. He’s a genius, a certified genius!
Ah, what about that whole being seen thing Mobei-Jun got mad over…? Looks like it's back to the drawing board…
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It didn't take long for Shen Qingqiu to message him back. Just a day or two, but even one more day gave Shang Qinghua the time to reflect over his time in forced leisure.
His robes had came in… however, they were not his usual uniforms. Instead, they were much fancier, and much warmer than his simple robes from before.
Mobei-Jun had actually brought them in, and demanded Shang Qinghua tell him what he thinks of them!! He even gets his own cloak now?!
He had to admit, it was all very comfortable. He actually enjoyed how these robes felt on him and how much nicer of a fit they were. He found himself even napping with his new cloak… It was so warm! Who could blame him?
Even though his figure wasn't as tightly fitted against his clothes now, he still noticed his king’s eyes over his body more and more in the coming days. Those same blown out pupils bore holes into his back when Shang Qinghua did anything around his king’s chambers and his king was around to witness it.
Literally anything! Even if he was just laying infront of the fire place reading! Is that not a bit much?!
Yet, he held his tongue. He stuck to his routines and just waited for the time he’d need to retrieve the flower! Then, he's gonna get it and make that antidote! He'll probably be beat for how long this went on for… but, atleast Mobei-Jun won't be affected by the pollen anymore!
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Finally, Shang Qinghua had gotten a message in one morning that explained he’d found the location. There were of course some jabs at how Shang Qinghua should remember, but he ignored that. He was too focused on how this would finally be over!
Shang Qinghua had no qualms with a break, truly, however, he is not sure what the hell the preparations are for, and he feels really scummy taking advantage of his king like this.
Besides, the servants have been acting weird now too, whenever he sees them of course. There are times Shang Qinghua will beg to go to court because he knows someone is planning something nefarious, but he is rarely allowed to join.
Even if he is permitted… He's covered head to toe in fancy jewelry and his fancy robes. He really wondered if Mobei-Jun was trying to hide him beneath all of those fancy fabrics, or show him off.
That's the only time he would see the servants, and they won’t even spare a glance at him anymore. He’s noticed maybe one or two peek at him in awe as if he isn’t meant to be out, and that somehow freaked him out more than Mobei-Jun’s staring.
Seriously, what the fuck was going on?! He chalked it up to his king’s weird behavior affecting everyone. However, he’s got a chance to fix this now.
So, he waited until nightfall.
More specifically, he waited until the two were in bed. His king is a very heavy sleeper, so all he had to do was wait for the snores to start, and off he went using his emergency talisman!
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“Cucumber bro! It’s so nice to be outside again…”Shang Qinghua sighed. He took in a deep breath of air as if he hadn't been outside for days… well…
“He really didn’t let you out this whole time?”
Shen Qingqiu raised an eyebrow at him as they walked deeper into the forest.
“Nope. He's got a bathroom connected to his room, so it's not like I even had to leave for that either! I mean— he’s taken me to court when I begged! That’s it though, and even that was rare for him to let me go! He dresses me up like I’m some kind of doll too… It feels way too fancy for an advisor honestly. I don’t need all that fancy jewelry to take notes and understand, y’know!”
Shang Qinghua rambled as they walked. He kept his eyes in-front of him, although he had a spared a glance to his friend as he finished speaking, and was confused by how Shen Qingqiu’s brows were furrowed in concern.
“What’s up, bro? You’re making a weird face. I already told you that he was just keeping up all locked up, didn’t I?”
“I mean, you did.”
Shen Qingqiu idly fanned himself as he chewed on his words.
“Are you sure he’s poisoned… and not just, well, you know how demons can be, right?”
“What do you mean, man? What? That attic-wifing stuff again? Look, I get Binghe is possessive, but my king isn’t like that!”
He explains as the two kept moving forward.
“He’d have no reason to be anyways? A man like that is so far out of my league it isn’t even funny. Plus! You can see me! Someone like Mobei-Jun, all fit and sexy, isn’t gonna fall for old and ugly.”
Shen Qingqiu just sighed, “you’re not ugly, bro.”
He nudged the smaller peak lord with his shoulder as he spoke.
“Aiyah! Watch it! Whatever—! Even if I’m not, I’m certainly not Mobei-Jun level of sexy… he’d probably want some hot ass demon babe, you get me?”
"Honestly, I can't see him taking some hot demon bride. That sounds more like your shitty writing clogging your mind."
Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes at the rememberance of the original PIDW.
“Oh come off it, bro! We’re on an important mission, don’t start chopping up my writing here all of places!!”
Shang Qinghua whined as he felt himself hunch a bit at the complaints.
“Whatever! Dumbfuck author. Dumbfuck novel. If it wasn’t for all of that horndog shit, we wouldn’t be here in the first place!”
Well, Shang Qinghua couldn’t argue against that.
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Eventually, the pair had reached the entrance of a temple. Shen Qingqiu checked over his notes once more, and confirmed this is the rumored temple that housed the flower full of yang energy. Shang Qinghua had him double promise that this thing truly was a cure, and not another form of sex pollen.
Once the smaller peak lord was assured, the two went in without any further issues.
The outside of the temple was of pure stone bricks built upon each other, so it only made sense the inside was quite similar. The floor was entirely cool stone, and the walls of individual bricks seemed well held together for their age. The entrance of the temple was empty, the only thing awaiting them was too many doors that led to various of rooms.
Luckily, Shen Qingqiu could remember the real way into the deeper parts of the labyrinth and was able to lead the two forward. They really had no time or patience for something like original flavor PIDW type traps…
As they continued onwards, they soon found themselves in the first actual obstacle of their journey.
A maze.
Shang Qinghua groaned as he could remember this part actually. Luo Binghe’s protagonist ways had him knowing each and every turn he had to face… however, neither man had such memory of every single turn, or demonic premonition.
So, Shang Qinghua had used a chalk like substance to mark places they’ve been as they mostly just wall hugged a direction.
They could actually feel themselves making progress, and it was only a matter of time until they would get to the next trial! Their mindless conversations fueled them forward as the only thing they thought of was that flower and getting this whole thing over with.
Suddenly, they heard the stone entrance to the maze open. It was as if everything froze. They quickly shut their mouths and stared at each other, eyes wide and horrified.Then, they heard him.
“Shizuunn? You in here? How cruel… leaving this Binghe in the middle of the night.”
They both could hear the effort of sounding pathetic go into Luo Binghe’s voice. It sounded more forced than usual… oh that man was not happy.
“Bro..! I thought you said Binghe was dead asleep!”
Shang Qinghua whispered as the two wordlessly decided to up their speed, but not full on running as to avoid being too loud. It wasn’t as if they wanted to try and sneak from the protagonist-! But, it wasn’t just him.There were two pairs of footsteps they had distantly heard. That's when they knew Luo Binghe brought his general.
“I- I thought he was! He didn’t stop me when I left!”
Shen Qingqiu snapped back as he anxiously fanned himself. The two weren’t far from the end, but knowing the protagonist’s sheer divine luck and fortune, the demonic pair likely weren’t too far away anymore.
”What about you, bro? I thought you said Mobei-Jun is a heavy sleeper!”
The taller man nudged Shang Qinghua slightly as he asked.
“He is! He was snoring!! That’s why this is insane, bro!”
Shang Qinghua desperately wanted to break into a sprint. He knew his Cucumber bro would be fine if caught, but Shang Qinghua? He’d have failed to get the cure and would have to deal with his pissed off king! Dead meat!! He'd truly be finished!!
Luckily, it hadn’t taken too much longer for the two to reach the end. As the door slid opened, stone grinding against stone echoed across the maze.
“Shizun! You are here! Why are you avoiding this disciple, Shizun? Has he done something to displease you?”
Luo Binghe called from wherever he was in the maze. Oh gods, he sounded so uncomfortably close…
Shang Qinghua winced. Damn, his son was laying it on thick. He glanced at Shen Qingqiu who looked as if someone stabbed his heart, and it took Airplane everything in himself not to call his friend a dumbass.
He watched himself though, and he grabbed his best bro’s sleeve and dragged him into the next room as the door closed behind them.
There was another fork in the road. One of them was to lead to a garden, and in the heart of said garden, the flower was to reside.This whole temple and proving oneself was something Luo Binghe was meant to go through to learn some patience, before it was scrapped because the people who gave him money apparently didn’t care for his plots!
He was really struggling to remember the answers to the riddles just to figure out left or right!! The adrenaline that pumped through him made it impossible to think clearly.
After an eternity, he finally remembered which one was the proper way, and he sprinted to the right hand door. He had gone to press on the plate to open it, until he realized Shen Qingqiu was not with him.He snapped his head around and waved him over.
“It’s this one, bro! Hurry, hurry!”
Shang Qinghua was going to cry if his friend did not get his ass over here now.
"You go! I'm going to try distracting Binghe…"
"You're insane! You know he's not actually sad, right—"
He was interrupted before he could try to snap his friend out of his Binghe stanning stupor.
"What? I know? It's not pity! Damn it, Airplane! The blood mites probably led him here… so, if I go the other way, they'll follow me, not you."
Shen Qingqiu looked annoyed at having to admit something may have been his fault. Even just a bit.
The An Ding Peak Lord opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, Shen Qingqiu waved his hand at him, “go!”
So, Shang Qinghua went.
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Shen Qingqiu was not thrilled about being live bait. But if it meant Mobei-Jun wouldn’t be poisoned, then that’s fine. Binghe isn’t going to kill him for this.
He sighed as he wanted to kick something in frustration, but held himself together. Once he saw Shang Qinghua go to the right side, he sprinted down the left side corridor, and hoped this would work…
After a bit of running, he could practically feel the energy of the two demons as they walked into the hallway, hot on the Peak Lord’s heels. It took everything in himself to not want to comfort the fake pouts he heard from his disciple… and it took even more effort not to freeze knowing he had just let himself be bait.
“Shizun! Wait up!”
Luo Binghe exclaimed with a sense of panic, but a slight bit of playfulness in his voice betrayed his faux fear. He knew he’d catch his Shizun, it was only a matter of time.
As the Peak Lord ran down the wrong hallway, he felt a warmth ripple through his body, followed by the feeling of something crawling beneath his skin. Another oversight. He could have just been immobilized at any second, ending the charade.
The overwhelming and uncomfortable feelings in his body had Shen Qingqiu falling to the ground and letting out a pained groan.
He looked over his shoulder, and almost sighed with relief as he saw both of the demon lords approach him. He had bought at least a bit of time…
“Shizun! Are you alright? I’m sorry… shizun just wasn’t listening to his husband…”
That pout came back tenfold as Luo Binghe finally reached Shen Qingqiu. He cupped his face in his hands and gave him a gentle kiss, before he pulled back to lift Shen Qingqiu into his arms.
“Binghe-! I can walk just fine..!”
“You might run off again, you promised you wouldn’t do that anymore…”
“I.. I know, this master is sorry, Binghe…”
He actually felt bad hearing that… It was true, he promised to be better. However, he could explain this later!
“Hmm… All can be forgiven… if Shizun tells us where Shang-Shisu has gone?”
Binghe gave one of his charismatic smiles to his husband as he rubbed his face against his.
Shen Qingqiu glanced over at Mobei-Jun at the mention of Shang Qinghua, and a shiver ran down his spine.
The demon general looked pissed. Borderline frenzied, actually. How Shang Qinghua didn’t know this man liked him was beyond Shen Qingqiu, but that didn’t matter right now.Shen Qingqiu lazily tilted his head further down the hallway.
“He’s gone that way. There's this garden we were trying—“
“This Mobei does not hear his footsteps.”
Shen Qingqiu almost jumped out of his skin as he was interrupted. That was the first sentence he heard Mobei-Jun speak, and he sounded as furious as he looked.
“He’s… much further down?”
He hesitantly offered up. He hadn’t thought about the echoes!! Fuck!!
Luo Binghe turned to his general, and the two nodded at each other as they went back in the direction they came from.
“W-Wait! Where are we going?!”
“Oh, we’re going home, Shizun. I imagine, Mobei is going down the other hall."
That shit eating grin stared down at Shen Qingqiu, and he just blinked up at his husband.
“But, he’s not down that hall! He was with me!”
“Mn.”
Mobei-Jun replied in a tone that said that said Shen Qingqiu was just not being listened to. Oh, he’s so sorry Airplane. At least he bought his bro a little more time.
Even though he knew it was going to happen, he felt his heart sink as he saw Mobei-Jun going down the other hall once they returned to the fork in the road. He panicked and decided Shang Qinghua can kill him later for what he’s about to say.
“Binghe-! You can’t let him! Air— Shang-shidi is getting the flower to cure Mobei-Jun!”
He prayed his husband would listen to his pleas… Besides, he was the almighty protagonist, right? Maybe he could sense something was wrong with his general and he'd believe him!
“Cure him of what? Mobei isn’t ailed, Shizun.”
Luo Binghe blinked his beautiful eyelashes at Shen Qingqiu. He looked both genuinely curious and clearly done with the distractions.
Shen Qingqiu just gaped at his husband.
Mobei-Jun wasn’t what.
Shang Qinghua had to jump and dodge a bunch of stupid shit he put in this hall, but he grew ever closer to the cure! Once the door closed behind him, he bolted down that long hallway.
He felt as though he could practically breathe the air of the garden.
Then, he suddenly heard that same grinding that indicated a door being opened.
What?!
Shang Qinghua whipped his head around, and with horror, realized it was only Mobei-Jun after him. Binghe probably swept up Cucumber bro and left… his poor friend was in for a night. However, he couldn’t actually think of that as he was too busy forcing himself to sprint even faster. Behind him, he heard traps and obstacles alike be smashed to bits.
His king was gaining, and fast.
“Qinghua!”
He heard his king yell from behind him. There was a rough growl to his voice that made Shang Qinghua shiver and want to run even faster somehow.
“I’m sorry!!”
The author cried out as he kept on going.
Shang Qinghua eventually stepped on the pressure plate at the end to open his path to the garden, then darted out of the hall of death and despair. He knew Mobei-Jun was likely close enough that he didn’t have time to celebrate leaving the hallway, but he still felt accomplished that he wasn't grabbed yet.
He took little time to relish in that pride though, as he continued to run into the basically botanical garden full of various blessed herbs.
Then, he heard that damned door open, and he tried to take a more overgrown path to the heart of the garden. He hoped the less visible he was, the easier it would be to shake off his king.
However, this was not the case. He kept hearing those footsteps grow ever so closer with each step he took. Tears prickled up in his eyes as he kept taking the paths that were underneath tree branches, or purposely covered in shrubbery. Only for his attempts at fleeing to be met with Mobei-Jun breaking through every single obstacle with his bare claws.
Then, as he could see a clearing, and even some flowers growing in the middle of said clearing, Shang Qinghua made the worst mistake of his life.
He tripped.
Shang Qinghua fell to his front with a whine. He felt his ankle twist and pop against the root that knocked him over. Although, his goal was too close to give up, he forced himself up onto his elbows to try and stand.
Before he could will his legs to move though, something freezing covered his ankle.
The smaller man whipped his head to look at his legs, and gasped as he saw ice form to keep him locked down. Oh, fuck!
“My king-! My king, have mercy!”
He begged as he tried, desperately, to free his ankle from the ice shackle. However, all it did was make him wince and cry out in pain. Hot tears fell from his worn out eyes… He was just tired now.
Soon enough, his king’s shadow loomed above him.
“My king…! You.. You must understand-! I was doing this for you! It.. It was—“
“Shut it.”
The demon snarled. He leaned over his advisor, and tore the ice away with his claws. Shang Qinghua wanted to take the chance to run, but his king grabbed his hips and flipped him over onto his back.
“My king! This humble servant apologizes for leaving!! There was-“
“Quiet!”
Mobei-Jun growled in his face, and Shang Qinghua whimpered. He was unfortunately, very into this, but needed to get himself to chill the hell out right now. He shouldn't want to pop a boner at being held down, he really really shouldn't…
“What was unclear, Qinghua? This king said for you stay put!”
A clawed hand gripped the front of Shang Qinghua’s robes and pulled his upper body closer.
Oh he hates that those words have him twitching in his pants. It's mortifying, actually, how into that he is. His face was burning and he could barely face his king. Shame, arousal, and fear all clouded his mind.
"This one is sorry—“
“What must I do to have that understood?! Anything you wanted will be provided, yet you still leave!”
“My king-“
“Do you need to be chained down and locked away, Qinghua? Is that what I must do to keep you? Must I collar and leash you to have you by my side?!”
Mobei-Jun shook Shang Qinghua as if trying to rough the idea into his brain. The question was rhetorical in nature, he could tell by the tone, but Shang Qinghua’s breath hitched at the words all the same. Then, those pupils had dilated once again.
"Does Qinghua want that? To be chained down and tethered to my side like the bride he is?"
Mobei-Jun sounded absolutely thrilled, and began to look even more enthralled as Shang Qinghua had let out a gasp about it.
Shang Qinghua’s brain broke. It was officially broken. What. He tried to shake his head, shame pooled in his gut. So did arousal but mostly shame.
He wasn’t someone who should take the place of a bride for someone so powerful! His king could do so much better!
It was too late to object though. By the time Shang Qinghua could gather his thoughts, the two of them fell through a portal, and right back into those chambers.
His vision was all over the place. Tears blurred his eyes, and once he blinked them away enough to focus, he was thrown onto the bed which had him back to not knowing where to look or what to do.
Something stuck out to him though, the glow of the system.
[Cucumber: Binghe says your king isn’t poisoned, bro.]
[Cucumber: Also I’m so fucked and it’s your fault!]
He would have snorted at the second message, if it wasn’t for the first. What did he mean his king wasn’t poisoned? If he craved Shang Qinghua this badly, why hadn’t he done it before? What spurred this on?! Like a man like Mobei-Jun could crave him… even as he wanted to deny it, the situation just kept telling him otherwise.
His attention was shifted to the sounds of ripping. He looked down and saw a singular claw tearing down the middle of his robes. He could barely comment before they were tugged off of him, and soon his pants and undergarments had the same treatment, torn and discarded.
Shang Qinghua instinctively closed his legs to cover himself, and used his hands to cover his chest. Suddenly, he felt a thousand times more aware of his body and how much he's gained in the recent days. He wasn't sexy! His king shouldn't see this!
Mobei-Jun let out a displeased grumble as he forced Shang Qinghua’s wrists over his head, and ice soon formed to keep them in place. The Peak Lord let out a startled yelp at the sudden cold and wriggled as he did so.
Only for Mobei-Jun to grip Shang Qinghua's hips tight, digging his nails into the fat and keeping the smaller man in place as Mobei-Jun's mouth instantly latched onto one of Shang Qinghua’s tits.
“My— Ah-!”
He tried to call out, but the cold tongue on his chest interrupted him, forcing a moan out that shocked Shang Qinghua. He didn't even know he could make a noise that whiny…! He couldn’t even move his hands to cover his mouth, so each pathetic whine and cry was forced into the room around them.
He was both mad, and proud with himself for having written demon tongues to be so long and versatile, as his king’s tongue was all over his chest and even teased his nipple by wrapping around it.
Mobei-Jun moved one of his hands to fondle Shang Qinghua's neglected tit. His king's thumb pressing hard against his advisor’s nipple as he timed it with a hard suck forced onto his other pec.
“My king!”
Shang Qinghua bucked his hips up. Groaning as he realized how hard he was, and how close Mobe-Jun’s hips were to his.
Shang Qinghua noted that he was not only pinned down by Mobei-Jun’s hands and mouth, but by a knee that kept his thighs forced apart. Luckily, that allowed him some friction as he basically tried to hump against his king’s thigh.
However, this was denied. Shang Qinghua let out a desperate cry as his body was forced back down onto the mattress by the hand still kneading his fat hips. He only bite and sucked more bruises onto his abused chest, and made sure not to neglect his other pec as he fondled and squeezed it.
Soon though, he swapped where his mouth assaulted, and moved his hands to mirror the position they had last been in. The hand that had previously been on Shang Qinghua's hips practically jumped on his abused tit, and his other hand dug into his hips once more.
Shang Qinghua tried to plant his feet against the mattress, he even tried to grind up and squirm until his thighs burned with strain. It was useless though, as each time he tried, teeth drifted against his nipple as if a warning, and those claws only pressed into his body harder.
The poor author was forced to just lay there and take what Mobei-Jun gave him.
“My king-! My king!”
Shang Qinghua cried out once more as he felt another bruise get licked over.
Suddenly, Mobei-Jun took his mouth off Shang Qinghua’s body with a pop.
Shang Qinghua panted hard. His body felt like it was on fire despite how cold his king's body was against him. He heaved air into his lungs as he tried to understand the situation once more.
“My king, what are you.. what are you doing?”
He tried to gather his thoughts. He was just in the temple… he remembers something about being chained? Well, he was, but he also remembers being called a bride?!
"Qinghua cannot be surprised. He’s prepared his body for his king so perfectly.”
His king said with lust edging his words as he moved his large hand to be placed over Shang Qinghua’s stomach. A gentle squeeze finally clued the Peak Lord into what Mobei-Jun meant.
“The… The weight gain?! I had thought you found me hideous!”
He hadn't meant to actually say any of that aloud, but he was shocked! What the hell did he mean by that?! Had Shang Qinghua did some demon seduction without realizing?
A displeased growl sounded from the back of Mobei-Jun’s throat.
“You are soft. You greeted me while presenting how your body is prepared for breeding. I will keep you safe and away from prying eyes who want to take what is mine."
Those icy eyes were blown. Atleast Shang Qinghua knew what that meant now, even if he was taken aback.
“Breeding?!”
Shang Qinghua had definitely written about women with ‘birthing hips’ before. He hadn't realized he made it some kind of beauty standard within demon culture though!
With that, it seemed as though Mobei-Jun had reached his limit with the questions. His king hooked his hands under his advisor’s knees, and with ease even Mobei-Jun hadn't expect, he was able to bend the human in half.
“… So, you really had been preparing. This Mobei found your guide.”
“My… guide- Oh fuck-!”
He was confused for only a second, as he realized Mobei-Jun meant the fucking yoga instructions.
He greeted his king in clothes that only pointed out his 'breedable' figure and had a book about being bent in half… He sees where his king got the mixed signals now.
Not that Shang Qinghua found it in himself to complain anymore, or correct anything at all actually. Not when an eager tongue pressed its way into his hole. He hadn’t even realized his king lowered his head before he felt the freezing appendage enter him.
He yelped with surprise, and his legs were released to rest upon his king’s shoulders. He keened as he felt that long tongue delve deeper inside him. He unintentionally closed his thighs around Mobei-Jun’s head, and squeaked as he tried to undo his mistake.
However, Mobei-Jun was not pleased. He slapped the side of Shang Qinghua's ass, silently instructing him to close around his head once more. Shang Qinghua fought his grip for just a moment, he knew it was a useless fight, but he still wanted to squirm, wanted to feel put in his place and used however his king desires.
Fuck, he really was a pervert.
“My king-! I’m close..!”
He tightened his thighs around the Mobei-Jun's head with more force than before. Those large hands that groped and squeezed him earlier could almost wrap around his thighs. They used to be able to completely, but with the gained fat, the grip now only squeezed the fat between his fingers making it clear his thumb barely reached rest of his fingers.
Shang Qinghua imagined it as fat gained from pregnancy, for just a moment, and throbbed.
“Fuck-! My king…! My king!!”
Mobei-Jun did not pull away. He seemed to actually tongue fuck the poor man harder. The demon’s tongue felt as though it was so deep within Shang Qinghua, he truly thought it was somewhere in his guts as it seemed to search around.
The squirming intensified as pre leaked steadily from the head of Shang Qinghua’s cock. His king was practically making out with his hole now, as his tongue suddenly hit against something that made his brain spark.
His prostate-! His king was looking for that?!
An incomprehensible scream erupted from the smaller man. He came, and came hard. His whole body spasmed as his vision went white.
Shang Qinghua blinked as he gained his vision once more. Before he could do, or process anything else, he suddenly realized he felt full. Then, he focussed on how he could feel two fingers press against that same spot that had him a wreck.
“Mn..! My king, this one is still… sensitive..! Wait-“
His pleas were interrupted as he felt the fingers press deeper inside him. And god those fingers were big— he was so fucked.
It didn’t take long for another to press in, forcing its way in with the two. Shang Qinghua tried to shove his hands over his mouth as he screamed. Completely forgetting he was bound. The ice cuffs clanked against Mobei-Jun’s head, and the king took this as he was meant to put his head in between the tight circle the author’s arms made.
It forced Mobei-Jun’s head even closer, and Shang Qinghua felt himself grow more aroused as he felt his king’s breath right against his face.
Shang Qinghua bit his own lips, trying to stop the spill of moans and whines that escaped him. He could feel how the whimpers that took their place vibrated his throat and burnt his lungs.
Mobei-Jun bullied a fourth finger into his loosened hole as soon as he realized his human was trying to silence himself. The sensation had caught Shang Qinghua off guard, and had him gasping in shock and pain. His king took advantage of his now open mouth and shoved his tongue deep inside.
Shang Qinghua wanted to gag on the long tongue explored and licked around his mouth. It was sudden and every time it got close to the back of his throat, he felt his body tense further. However, as if to combat this, everytime Shang Qinghua tensed up, his king stretched his fingers apart to stretch his hole further.
He was unable to tell how long it’d been, all he could do was cry and moan into his king’s mouth as his half hard cock leaked barely anything against his stomach. It was pathetic, but he couldn't help but drown in the feelings.
Eventually, Mobei-Jun gave Shang Qinghua room to breathe. He pulled his face away, and a thread of spit connected them for just a second. Soon, his king slowly took out his fingers, which made Shang Qinghua whine at the feeling of being empty.
“No..!”
Shang Qinghua cried out without thinking as he clenched on nothing. He hated it. He hated that there was suddenly nothing!
"If you're going… breed me… atleast do it right!"
He panted his words out between his bruised and swollen lips. He was going to die if Mobei-Jun didn't keep to his earlier word!!
What would kill him more, however, is that laugh he felt against his ear. His entire body felt like it would just explode from embarrassment hearing that.
“Qinghua will be filled soon. He will be bred soon, as well. Full of our heirs.”
A hand groped his stomach once more and kneaded the fat in his hands.
"My mate is already so beautiful. Beautiful and mine.”
He spoke it as both a reassurance, and a fact that could not be argued.
Shang Qinghua felt tears build up once more. His king thought he was beautiful. His… mate? thought he was beautiful…He felt blissed out for just a moment.
Then, the wet, tapered tip of Mobei-Jun’s cock slid against his loosened hole. Mobei-Jun had missed at first, having slid up and rubbed against his balls instead.
“My king—!”
Shang Qinghua whined. He felt his nerves ignite. He knew Mobei-Jun had a massive cock, but he didn’t get to see it properly yet.So, he twisted his head a bit to look down and between their bodies. He gasped when he saw it. Shang Qinghua could feel from the tip it was not a normal penis, which made sense, the man was a full demon after all.
However, the ridges that lined under the head made Shang Qinghua tremble. Oh he was so fucked.
Fear mixed with arousal took over his senses, as he squirmed and fought once more. It was useless though, he only served to tire himself out further as he wriggled against the weight keeping him pliant and ready.
"You're too big! It’s not going to—“
“It will. My Qinghua is perfect for this Mobei.”
Mobei-Jun slowly moved his hips forwards once again. This time, the tip caught, and slowly slid in. Shang Qinghua yelped. He tried to press his feet flat again, to push himself away from the monster cock that was going to ruin him.
But, his king was stronger. Mobei-Jun grabbed the under of one of his knees again, and pulled it up to the side of his head. The other stayed flat onto the bed as Mobei-Jun kept bullying his cock inside the loosened hole.
Even with the prep, there was still a discomfort as each ridge pressed into him, deeper, and deeper.
“My—“
“Name.”
Mobei-Jun grunted out, and had sounded as if he was struggling to speak. Most likely all of the blood going to his cock.
Shang Qinghua swallowed hard. He kept breathing as the cock found itself deeper and shaped his insides. His own penis fully erect and red from how aroused he was. Then, Mobei-Jun wanting to be called his name? Oh, this lowly servant could die happily.
“Mobei!”
Shang Qinghua moaned out, he let his name sit on his tongue for a bit as his captive hands weakly grabbed at his king’s inky black hair. That moan was likely the last straw of Mobei-Jun’s patience, as the rest of that monster of a cock was slammed in.
Shang Qinghua let out a scream as his head fell back. Mobei-Jun grunted as he bottomed out, kissing the side of Shang Qinghua’s face and licking the tears away. Oh his advisor was a mess.
Now that the whole thing was in, the human cried and whined, “slow..! go- go slow… I’ll break…”
He didn’t anticipate on that being exactly what his king wanted.
The demon whined as he pulled out, and Shang Qinghua could not believe what he just heard. He was about to say something, anything, but whatever he wanted to say meant nothing now. His king slammed back into him, the force knocking the air out of his lungs. He opened his mouth to scream and sob once more, but Mobei’s lips met his. The king swallowed every moan and cry that escaped his beloved. Every sound was his, as was the man he fucked into.
Gripping the back of his lover’s knee, Mobei-Jun moved his palm a bit down to squeeze his thigh some. He throbbed in Shang Qinghua as he imagined him holding their kids with such a body. A body that showed strength, beauty, and happiness.
His Shang Qinghua was perfect.
The poor human whined and couldn’t even make a coherent sound as the ridges hit against his prostate without an ounce of gentleness. He swore he moaned out for his king to have mercy, but his king either didn’t hear, or didn’t care.
Each thrust forward had skin slapping against skin, and eventually a squelching noise could barely be heard beneath the muffled groans and moans.
Mobei-Jun moved his other hand to play with a nipple. He flicked it, and groped his advisor’s breast quite aggressively. When Shang Qinghua’s mouth hung open uselessly, Mobei-Jun sucked on his tongue, just a bit, before he moved his own head back to look over Shang Qinghua's body.
Mobei-Jun’s thrusts grew messier and harsher. Shang Qinghua could feel how close his king was, and could feel how he too wanted to come. So he tried to open his eyes to look up to the king fucking him stupid.
“Clo- Close! My Mobei… Let- Please!”
He could barely speak, could barely understand what he spoke as every thought was interrupted by the sound of his own desperate wails.
“Qinghua will come on my cock or won’t at all.”
He grunted out between his sharp teeth. As hot as that was, it also made the author want to explode in frustration as he yanked his king’s hair weakly in protest. Shang Qinghua moaned in defeat as he rolled his head to the side. Inadvertently, inviting his king for a taste of the blood and skin that lay beneath him.
Mobei-Jun took little time to accept the invite. He licked over the side of his neck, and then bit into where shoulder met neck.
This, is what made Shang Qinghua cum like he's never had before,
He yelled and tried to slam himself down further, but was unable to move. Firm hands not only groped him, but kept him in place as Mobei-Jun fucked into him with reckless abandon.
“Mobei… Mobei..!”
The advisor cried out as he looked down at his stomach. His cock bounced pathetically beneath his king’s abs with each thrust, his stomach covered in his own cum. The sight enough for the author’s eyes to roll back.
His king licked over the wound slowly, as if savoring the taste of his advisor’s blood. Then, he bit down again further up the human's neck, still harsh, but softer than the previous one. Mobei-Jun intended to litter his human in marks.
Though, he didn’t last much longer than Shang Qinghua. With another rough bite to the other side of his lover’s neck, he buried himself deep and came with a groan.
Shang Qinghua gripped his king’s hair weakly once more as the author’s mindless whines turned into a gasp as he felt the cold cum fill him. He forgot the cum would be cold too— fuck! It didn’t feel bad, not at all, but it felt intense as his entire body felt as thought it was on fire at the same time. It was almost enough to make him hard again, almost.
The two stayed like that for a moment longer, with Mobei-Jun dropping Shang Qinghua’s leg onto the bed as he kept himself deep inside his lover. Shang Qinghua was just trying to catch his breath, his throat raw and sire from all of the punched out moans he had let out.
He looked down between them once more, and gasped.
His stomach had a slight bulge. He was not imagining it, his king came enough from one round to have him slightly bulging. Okay, maybe that was enough to get his cock to weep a pathetic amount of pre as he winced in the overstimulation of his arousal.
Mobei-Jun noticed, and moved a hand to rub over Shang Qinghua’s stomach.
“It will take time to develop…”
His king said solemnly, as if he were breaking some horrific news to someone.
That’s when Shang Qinghua remembered the whole breeding thing, and yanked at his king’s hair.
"I can't get pregnant, Mobei! I'm a man…!"
“You will be this king’s bride, your gender does not—“
"Mobei!"
He interrupted with a groan, he wished he could rub his face in irritation.
“I don’t have the parts to get pregnant! Human males don’t have a womb, Mobei…”
Mobei-Jun seemed to blink as he looked at Shang Qinghua’s tired, yet embarrassed face. He was silent for a moment, before he moved to kiss at some of the bite marks.
"I am aware. However, I've prepared. I'd never deny your efforts, my Qinghua."
Mobei-Jun kissed his cheek as he reassured the sleepy man.
"What do you mean…?"
Shang Qinghua was exhausted and confused.
Mobei-Jun grinded his hips just a bit into his mate. As if making sure the cum would stay right there. As if making sure it would take.
"It is good my Qinghua didn't reach the flower. It would have reversed the affects of what this king had been been feeding his mate."
At the time, Shang Qinghua didn't put together the whole baby trapping meals with the 'preparations' that his king kept talking about. All he knew, is that he likely had a womb now, or it was developing. Sure. Whatever.
A month and some weeks now had passed, and Shang Qinghua was in heaven. He truly learnt to enjoy being pampered by his favorite creation. Even if he can’t really run around anymore.
One of the few times he was allowed out of his king’s courtyard was when he visited his best bro. It took awhile for this to actually even be allowed but it turned out Shen Qingqiu needed his custody days of his (least) favorite author or he’d get cranky and worried. Not that Shen Qingqiu would not admit this aloud.
“I told you so.”
Shen Qingqiu said as he sipped a cup of tea.
“Oh whatever, bro! I didn’t realize I basically did some mating dance in front of him!”
Airplane retorted as he took a bite of his sweet bun his husband lovingly made.
“You made the courting systems, you hack!”
Shen Qingqiu put the teacup down and reached across the table to hit the man with his fan. Shang Qinghua let out a yelp and rubbed his head.
“Hey! Be nice, bro! I’m all tender for some reason… I think I’m getting sick.”
The author admitted between bites.
“… You? Sick? Shouldn’t your golden core fight any common colds off? You didn’t cheap out that much.”
Shen Qingqiu pressed the fan to his own lips in thought.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s so weird, bro. Kind of sore all over, feeling nauseous, and really emotional actual. Every symptom of a regular cold, besides the fever.”
Shang Qinghua shrugged at his own explanation, but seeing how his friend only gaped at him, the author pouted.
“Bro? Do you know what it is? Don't just look at me like that!"The author crossed his arms with a huff.
Shen Qingqiu only eyed his friends, now slightly larger stomach, and looked him dead in the eyes.“You’re totally pregnant.”
“I am not! I don’t have—“
Then, it all clicked.
The preparations.
Shang Qinghua blinked as he looked down at his own stomach… he didn't feel disgusted this time as he analyzed himself. Instead, he felt beautiful as he moved a hand over his belly.
Then, he felt it, a slight bump. It wasn't very big, as he wasn't far along. Easily something he could have missed as he was too busy soaking up his new pampered lifestyle.
"Bro I'm pregnant."