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[Initiating punishment protocol.]
Wait wait wait wait.
What!?
Where is this coming from??
What did he do, System!? Lying in bed like a lump on a log, not moving or speaking as he tries and fails to drift to sleep, what could he conceivably be doing that would merit a punishment!? And where do you get off, barging in to dole out reprimands out of nowhere when you’ve been radio silent for the last few years! Is the plot over or isn’t it???
“Mn.” Plastered to his side like sticky rice as per usual, a needy arm curled around his waist to keep him close and make sure that he can’t wander off without waking him, Luo Binghe stirs slightly as Shen Qingqiu stiffens with rage. “Husband…?”
Shen Qingqiu opens his mouth to reassure him, but his voice completely refuses to leave his throat. And that’s when it appears.
- “Get off, you’re suffocating me.” (Coldly push him away.)
- “Husband, I’m feeling a little restless~” (Turn into him seductively.)
- “It’s nothing, just a bad dream.”
Silence.
Shen Qingqiu stares up at that familiar dialogue box in dead silence. This thing - he had only had to deal with it once, in that dank and miserable Water Prison, surrounded by acid water on one side and with a raging protagonist on the other. It had appeared to torment and play with Shen Qingqiu then, only to never show up again with zero explanations, as if the System had just been trying something out for fun and decided it didn’t like it - a little like a friend showing up wearing an interesting hat one day and then quietly dropping it without a word.
This is, without a doubt, his punishment! But why the fuck is it happening at all - and what the fuck are those bullshit options!?
[Hint: If User doesn’t pick an option before the time limit runs out, a choice will be auto-selected for them!]
FUCK. Three, three!! It’s the only reasonable one of the bunch! He’d rather peel his skin off than go for option number two, and the first one is out of the question. The sheer amount of coddling Luo Binghe would need in order to recover from such a blow doesn’t bear thinking about!
“It’s nothing, just a bad dream.” It feels odd for his body to speak words without him making the conscious decision to do so. At least he sounds natural, not stiff or robotic at all.
Luo Binghe wakes up further, separating from Shen Qingqiu just enough to frown worriedly down at him and stroke his hair. “Apologies, this disciple should have caught such a thing.”
- “That’s right. What use are you, if you can’t do even this much?” (Push him away.)
- “There’s a way you could distract me~” (Stroke his thigh.)
- “You don’t need to mind such things for this husband.”
… Seriously, what are these dogshit options!? There’s basically only one tolerable choice! This is like some shittily made visual novel game with an obviously evil option, an obviously stupid one, and then the only one that a sane person would actually pick. The System seems determined to keep offering him the choice to either turn back into a Scum Villain for no good reason, or to steer this towards a cheap papapa scene. Fuck off!
Option three.
“But I want to,” Luo Binghe frets, cuddling back in close. “Was it very bad? Does Shizun want a snack? I could make something.”
- “Stop trying to make up for your mistakes when it’s too late.”
- “There’s something I want for a snack~” (Slide your hand down his stomach.)
- “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
Shen Qingqiu is completely exasperated. Is this the only way he gets to speak now? For how long?? And what the hell are these shitty porno lines? As if he’d ever say something like that, even when he wants-- that is, even when Luo Binghe is bothering him for papapa! Cringe, fucking cringe! Luo Binghe would surely instantly request an exorcism if he were to say such things with a straight face.
Belatedly, a flood of panic washing through him, Shen Qingqiu rushes to pick the third option right before the time limit expires. Fuck, that was a close one! Whichever option the System would have picked for him, it wouldn’t have been good. No way that thing would be merciful enough not to pick the worst one…
Luo Binghe brightens at being given an excuse to fuss, at least, and leaves bed quickly, tucking the covers back in so that the little pocket of warmth doesn’t abandon Shen Qingqiu. He’s left to his own devices, which he mostly spends on shouting and bitching at the System.
“Exactly what have I done to deserve something like this!?” he demands. “Are you glitching out, is that it? Buggy piece of shit!”
Perhaps that really is it? You’re not supposed to be running your devices forever, they need a restart and a rest occasionally… But if there were a way to shut the System off, then he certainly would have done so ages ago and spared himself a heaping of trouble.
[User is expected to regularly engage in appropriate ‘post-canon events’ in order to continue creating an interesting and three dimensional story. User has been neglecting this task, and so matters have been taken out of his hands.]
Huh!?
“This is the first I’m hearing of this!” he snaps. “What the hell are appropriate ‘post-canon events’, anyways?”
[Anything that a reader might potentially be interested in seeing after the main story has concluded. This includes paying attention to neglected side characters, exploring underutilized parts of the worldbuilding, short conflicts and dramas with satisfying resolution, resolving unacknowledged emotional baggage, or bonus Steamy Content.]
… So basically, because Shen Qingqiu let himself get a bit lazy in the last few months and hasn’t gone out traveling and sightseeing with Luo Binghe as much, the System is inflicting this punishment on him in order to squeeze a bit of entertainment out of him? System, the story is over! He’s a thoroughly squeezed-empty lemon! Let him be a boring retiree in peace already!! And besides that--
“Binghe and I… just yesterday we… that is…” What is there to get embarrassed about? He’s just talking to the equivalent of some shitty AI assistant! “We went to Pound Town and back at least three times yesterday! Claiming that I haven’t been providing shitty epilogue smut scenes is false. Just ask my suffering asshole!”
[Boring repeat content does not count (¬_¬). User has not even tried out a new position in months. Who wants to see the same scene repeated over and over again?]
A great wave of rage that almost makes him feel unhinged washes over him. Shen Qingqiu is quite private about his sex life with Luo Binghe, but having this tyrannical program throw words like ‘repeat’ and ‘boring’ at him abruptly makes him want to choke up mouthfuls of blood. Boring - how could sex with Luo Binghe possibly ever be boring!? He’s clutching on for dear life every single time! And Luo Binghe has been working so hard to improve, too - how dare you dismiss his efforts!? So what if that means that they’re turning into the sort of married couple that fucks in the same position every time - that’s only natural! It’s called finding out what you enjoy!! If you know that steak is your favorite, why would you bother ordering anything else off the menu?
Before Shen Qingqiu can keep trying to find a way to tear the System to pieces, Luo Binghe returns. Shen Qingqiu is tenderly handed a cup of heated up soy milk and a little plate of warm, soft cakes - dear protagonist, this is quite a lot to whip up as a little midnight snack on the fly! Just some random bits and ends from the fridge would be good enough for him. But since Luo Binghe has already gone to all the trouble…
Shen Qingqiu eats his snacks as Luo Binghe happily gazes on, and despite himself feels quite a bit better by the end of it. Ah, it’s impossible to be in a sour mood with the protagonist’s cooking in your belly! Luo Binghe gives him a hopeful, expectant look, clearly begging for praise.
- “Trash.”
- “It was delicious. Now, for dessert~” (Reach for his pants.)
- “Good boy.” (Pat his head.)
Thank the heavens for these pity Sane Man options, or else he really would have no alternative but to commit suicide on the spot! He hurriedly picks the last one, and tries to soothe himself by savoring the feeling of Luo Binghe’s fluffy hair underneath his palm, his husband bowing his head to receive his headpats like a malamute that wants to feel like a puppy again. Internally, the gears of his mind spin. This sort of situation is untenable, he has to find a way out of it! The System said that this is happening to him because he’s been too ‘boring’ lately - alright, fine, then he’ll just serve up a steaming dose of entertainment!
Thinking about it, that’s probably why he keeps being offered those unbearably shitty options. The asshole ones are for stirring up drama, and the painfully corny porno lines, well…
Shen Qingqiu makes up his mind. As soon as he’s offered a ‘naughty’ dialogue option that isn’t physically painful just to look at, he’ll grab at it with both hands! Luo Binghe’s fragile, maidenly glass heart couldn’t possibly handle suddenly being rejected by his shizun again. Who knows what he might do in response? He can’t even imagine.
Luo Binghe sidles a little closer to him in the bed, and Shen Qingqiu starts to hope that he might get his opening sooner than he might think. Ah, his sticky husband - good, good, be clingy and needy like always, and shizun will provide! They can do it cowgirl style this time, just like he keeps wheedling for.
However, it seems like for once when Shen Qingqiu really needs it, Luo Binghe’s mind isn’t in the gutter. “Shizun, would you like for this disciple to follow you into your dreams tonight? I can make sure they stay tranquil. I know you don’t need me there every night, but…”
How sweet! How considerate! Unfortunately, a night of chaste cuddling is the exact opposite of what is being demanded from them, no matter how tempting it may sound.
- “Stay out of my dreams. Won’t you give me the slightest breathing room?”
- “I have an idea for the sorts of dreams you might give this wife, Binghe~” (Give him a smoldering look.)
- “That isn’t necessary, Binghe. I’ll sleep much better now.”
…
Why do the horny options have to be so fucking bad? This wife - this wife??? Shen Qingqiu has-- just a small handful of times has he indulged Luo Binghe like that! Saying it so casually out of nowhere, right at the start, isn’t that a little too shameless? It’s one thing to blurt something out in the heat of the moment, but there would be no excuse for something like that. He can’t do it. He can’t do it!
Mournful and despairing, he picks the third option.
[Warning: Overuse of the Mercy Option will eventually disable it.]
WHAT? FUCK YOU!! IF HE’S GOING TO BE DEPRIVED OF HIS ONLY LIFE PRESERVER THEN MAKE THE OTHER OPTIONS THE SLIGHTEST BIT PALATABLE!
“Alright,” Luo Binghe says, looking only a little disappointed to be denied the chance to give his husband sweet and restful dreams.
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t allow him to do so every night, due to some vague idea that that might not be very good for his subconscious mind - people have nightmares and silly, mundane dreams for a reason, right? - but it is admittedly quite pleasant whenever it happens, although Luo Binghe takes a bit of advantage sometimes. It would seem that his greatest desire is to use the Dream Realm to relive old memories of his White Lotus days on Qing Jing Peak, this time with added inexplicable cuddling with his crusty old shizun! It all feels very sweet and natural in the moment, and it’s only in hindsight after waking that Shen Qingqiu can wearily see those scenes with a fresh eye as something that would have gotten child services called on him in the modern world. And in this one, at the very least quite a lot of side-eye!
They both get situated in bed again, Luo Binghe wrapping himself up around Shen Qingqiu like a blanket. Shen Qingqiu can feel the System hovering disapprovingly over his shoulder, even if it’s not visible at the moment. Shut up! He’s trying! It’s not his fault that he’s being given less than nothing to work with.
“... Shizun,” Luo Binghe says in the dark of their bedroom, face half hidden in Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder - honestly, clutching onto him like this, he seems more like a clingy girlfriend than anything else.
- “Quiet.”
- “Husband.”
- “Binghe.”
Bravely, Shen Qingqiu picks the second option.
“Husband,” Luo Binghe says quickly, as if Shen Qingqiu had been correcting him. “Are you really happy with me?”
Ah, this again. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened lately, and neither has Shen Qingqiu been distant or in a poor mood. It’s just that Luo Binghe needs to ask for reassurance like this sometimes anyways. Shen Qingqiu counts it as a good sign - isn’t it better for Luo Binghe to ask needy questions like this, rather than just bottling all of his worries up inside until they explode? This way, Shen Qingqiu gets to soothe them away.
- “No.”
- “You could make me very happy in a moment~”
- “This master is the happiest he’s ever been with you.”
Obviously, there is only one acceptable answer. He might as well put Luo Binghe down like a sick dog if he picks the first one, and the second one is agonizingly tone-deaf! Luo Binghe softens and relaxes against Shen Qingqiu, tangibly relieved by the confirmation of something that Shen Qingqiu tries to express every day. His poor maiden-hearted boy still requires plentiful coddling in order to recover from all of his suffering. Shen Qingqiu will make the sacrifice!
[Mercy Option disabled.]
Shen Qingqiu feels his asshole clench up with sheer terror. Cutting him off so soon!? Fuck, fuck, this means--
“This husband is very happy too,” Luo Binghe confides earnestly, still hiding shyly somewhere in the vicinity of Shen Qingqiu’s neck. Please don’t make him respond, please don’t make him--
- “I want to sleep in separate beds.”
- “Binghe, there’s something I’ve been wanting to try out…”
THIRD OPTION, WHERE’S HIS THIRD OPTION???? Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth and forces himself to calm down. Fine, this is fine! He was planning on going the ‘steamy’ route anyways, so this is just letting him do what he was already going to do. Besides, it doesn’t sound too awful this time. He quickly picks it, horrified by the first dialogue choice. Luo Binghe can’t sleep without him!
Luo Binghe stirs slightly, raising his head from Shen Qingqiu’s chest. “Oh? This one would deny his husband nothing.”
- “I want to try sleeping with other men. Do you think your Liu-shishu would be amenable?”
- 1B: “Do you think your Zhang-shibo would be amenable?”
- 1C: “Do you think your Shang-shishu would be amenable?”
- 1D: “Do you think your Mu-shishu would be amenable?”
- 1E: “Do you think your father would be amenable?”
- “That thing you keep talking about.”
Seeing the hellish options arrayed before him, Shen Qingqiu’s soul withers to dust. Choking back blood, he rushes to pick the last option - the only option, really! What the fuck is all of that other shit!? System, just because you changed the genre doesn’t mean that all of these hetero men are suddenly bent!
‘That thing you keep talking about’ - that definitely has to be cowgirl style, right? He can do it, he can do it! He won’t think about how embarrassing it is to have to bounce on it, and he won’t get tired. He’ll bounce on it like a pogo stick!
Luo Binghe goes very, very still on his chest. When he speaks, there’s a slight breathless waver in his voice. “You mean…?”
Yes, yes, yes, let’s just get it over with!
- “Nevermind, I hate you. We’re never having sex again.”
- “Yes.”
“Shizun…!” Luo Binghe cries, sitting up in bed to look down at him with widened eyes. “You really want to-- are you sure? This husband definitely won’t let you down!”
And then he scrambles off the bed. To go fetch the lube. To go fetch the lube, right?
Isn’t he acting a little too excited just for some cowgirl style??? It’s just as Shen Qingqiu is beginning to feel cold sweat on the small of his back when Luo Binghe reappears with a small jar of unguent, and…
A coil of red rope. Immortal Binding Cable.
ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT!!! This cry, with his entire chest behind it, dies in throat without even turning into a sigh. He simply cannot say it.
“This husband had stopped daring to hope that Shizun would permit this,” Luo Binghe says, walking shyly up to the bed with his unholy objects clutched to his chest like a pure maiden’s love letter. “I really… I’m very grateful!”
Abort, abort, abort! This is not what he signed up for!! This has been the one thing he’s managed to stay firm on and deny Luo Binghe no matter how much he begs, when he’s previously given up on battles like wine-in-ass play! There just has to be a line. He has to have something! He might take it up the ass and he might occasionally let Luo Binghe call him Wife and he might even sometimes hold his hand. But that doesn’t mean that he has to let himself be trussed up like some cheap shou on the cover of one of his little sister’s trashy magazines, teary eyed and waiting to be ravished by their rapey gong…! Will no corner of his dignity be left untattered?
He absolutely won’t allow this to happen. No matter what his dialogue choices are, he’ll take the one that’ll get him out of this!
- “That absolutely isn’t what I meant, you disgusting, perverted beast. Take me back to the Human Realm - we’re done.”
- “This husband has been… curious.” (Look away shyly.)
… Fuuuuuck. Shen Qingqiu hesitates for as long as he possibly can, but in the end there is only one thing he can do. He looks away with affected aloofness as he speaks, rather like an embarrassed cat. Fuck, this tsundere virgin act is so humiliating! This sucks! He wants to go back to comfortable missionary sex! Internally, he bitterly curses the System and vows to find a way to delete it. Boxing him in like that to basically force him into letting Luo Binghe put him in such a degrading position…!
“This husband is happy to sate Shizun’s curiosity,” Luo Binghe says earnestly, climbing onto the bed with him. Shen Qingqiu darts a glance at his face - it’s flushed pink with excitement, and he can perfectly picture a tail waving eagerly behind him. But still, he composes himself for a moment to speak a little more seriously. “However, if Shizun finds that he doesn’t like it then he can let this one know in a moment and it will be over.”
It’s a genuinely sweet sentiment, which is why it’s such a shame that it counts for jackshit here and now. Shen Qingqiu quite seriously cannot say that he doesn’t like it - not without verbally tearing his fragile-hearted husband to shreds, that is. He’s being forced by this shitty dialogue box to play along with things like he’s some docile sex doll with a voice box loaded up with preprogrammed lines! He could be forced to say or do anything, no matter how degrading, and Luo Binghe has no idea.
His stomach feels tight and squirmy all of a sudden, for some reason.
- “I’ll likely hate it.”
- “This husband knows. Now get to it.”
Bright with excitement, Luo Binghe actually licks his lips as his eyes rove up and down Shen Qingqiu’s body. Finally, he says, “Shizun should undress first.”
Right, yes. Because of course, he wants to fuck Shen Qingqiu when he’s bound like a trussed up pig, and it’ll be a little difficult to get his sleep robes off once the rope is on - unless he resorts to literally tearing the fabric off his body.
Shen Qingqiu quickly moves to undress. Best not to let Luo Binghe get any more bright ideas! Luo Binghe eagerly helps him, and then fussily folds his clothes for him and sets them aside where they won’t be dirtied, just like the dutiful little housewife he is. Then, sidling up close, he holds the rope up. He swallows.
“I’ve thought about this for a very long time…” Luo Binghe says. “Ever since that time with the Skinner Demon, when I saw Shizun tied up like that - it’s the first time I really noticed how beautiful Shizun is.”
When he was bound up to a post? When Luo Binghe was fourteen? Shen Qingqiu is mortified. To think that he was corrupting the youth so early…
“Shizun was in danger then, and had to use cunning tricks in order to help us all survive. Hopefully, it isn’t too bad of a memory for him… It isn’t for this one.”
It isn’t? Even though Shen Qingqiu urged the Skinner Demon to kill him instead, relying entirely on Luo Binghe’s protagonist halo to save him? The halo that Luo Binghe didn’t know he had?
Shen Qingqiu stiffly holds his wrists out, and Luo Binghe almost tenderly loops the rope around them, pausing to take in the contrast of deep crimson against pale skin. Biting his lip, he unexpectedly takes the rope away.
“Can Shizun lie down?” he asks. “And put his hands above his head. This disciple-- this husband wishes to tie them to the headboard.”
… As in, literally tying Shen Qingqiu to the fucking bed? Like some concubine chained to a bedpost!?
- “How dare you? Get your hands off me!”
- (Obey him.)
‘Obey’ - don’t say it like that! He’s not a dog! But grudgingly, Shen Qingqiu picks the only viable option, and he lies down and puts his hands above his head. Luo Binghe lovingly loops the rope around his wrists, and then the bars of the headboard that are awfully convenient for this activity, almost as if…
… Did Luo Binghe specifically make sure that their marital bed is bondage-friendly!?
The rope is thick and a little coarse, but Luo Binghe ties it snugly around his wrists, fastening the knot with deft, expert fingers. When he’s done, Shen Qingqiu can’t help but tug on it a little, but he gets nowhere. His cultivation-boosted strength has abandoned him, leaving him as helpless as any mortal. If this were the old days of their relationship, then he’d be absolutely terrified of whatever Luo Binghe might be about to do to him. But now-- well, even if it’ll be humiliating, he knows he can bear it.
Once Shen Qingqiu has been trapped, Luo Binghe leans back, kneeling between Shen Qingqiu’s legs. Covering his mouth with two hands, he looks at Shen Qingqiu with wide, dark eyes, his flush peeking out from behind his hands. Embarrassed, Shen Qingqiu can’t help but tug on the ropes again as if he might be able to cover himself up, but of course it’s hopeless. He’s completely exposed, bound and helpless! Having his hands trapped above his head feels unexpectedly vulnerable - he’s overly conscious of his exposed armpits, the unprotected sides of his ribs. He has the sudden absurd notion of Luo Binghe tickling him until he cries, cracking his thin face in half until he begs for mercy.
“Shizun looks so…” Luo Binghe says. “Shizun is very beautiful!”
Thanks, he feels fucking stupid! Let’s get this over with already, please?
- “Please fuck me.”
- “Binghe…” (Spread your legs.)
Where did the asshole option go!? Is he too deep in now?? God, they’re both bad, but… With his eyes metaphorically closed, he chooses the second one. He regrets it almost instantly as he feels himself spread his legs lewdly, exposing himself even more - his half-hard cock, his balls, and that opening between his legs that Luo Binghe adores so much. Luo Binghe’s pupils almost seem to flare wide at the sight, and he leans in like a hungry dog, his mouth falling a little open.
“Shizun--” he says hungrily, before cutting himself off with an almost violent shake of his head. “Please-- please allow this disciple to just make a few more preparations first.”
What more do you want!? It’s a little late to be lighting romantic candles! For god’s sake, just shove some lube up his ass and get started. But instead, Luo Binghe reaches for that coil of rope again, cutting off another length. Shen Qingqiu, baffled over what more could possibly need tying up, watches as Luo Binghe winds rope around his… chest? He stares, baffled, unsure of what he’s even doing, until Luo Binghe leans back with an accomplished, satisfied air. And that’s when Shen Qingqiu sees that Luo Binghe has tied a lattice work of red rope up and down his chest, little diamonds of rope around his pecs as if-- as if to frame a woman’s tits.
He’s being turned into a foldout! Face burning, he looks away, unable to stomach it for a moment longer. This, this is completely unbearable! His pride is being torn to shreds!
“Shizun is so beautiful,” Luo Binghe says again, and why is he winding rope around Shen Qingqiu’s ankle. What more is there to do!? As he watches, Luo Binghe ties the other end of that length of rope to a bedpost by the end of the bed, then repeats the process for Shen Qingqiu’s other ankle. He has a little bit of give left, but like this - he’s pretty much forced to keep his legs spread wide open in an obscene display. He can’t close them any longer.
This is horrible. This is nightmarish. He hates this.
Shen Qingqiu ignores how hard he is, his cock standing tall, the head dark and drooling a little pre.
Luo Binghe has started panting like a dog in heat, his eyes a little glazed over as he stares admiringly at Shen Qingqiu. His gaze goes to all the worst places: his tied up wrists, his framed chest, and then right between his legs. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t like being stared at like this! Normally Luo Binghe is so sticky that they’re both pressed far too close to each other for any staring at all to be practical. This feels intensely exposing and vulnerable, as if Luo Binghe is holding Shen Qingqiu’s internal organs in his hands.
- “Will you fuck me now?”
- “You can gag me too.”
First option, first option! Even if option two would save him from any more mortifying dialogue options, he doesn’t care - to be tied up and gagged would be to let go of the last lingering shred of dignity he has.
“No one else has seen Shizun like this,” he rasps, and he reaches for the jar of unguent with a finely trembling hand, almost fumbling the lid as he gets it off. “Only me - no one else has had the honor. Right?”
Definitely not! What sort of hussy do you think he is? Don’t suddenly sound so insecure!
- “Only you.”
- “Why state the obvious?”
Second option.
Luo Binghe keens, and then scoops up some unguent, coating his fingers in slick. Eagerly, he gets as close as he can between Shen Qingqiu’s thighs and begins to stroke at his opening. This, at least, is familiar - except for how whorishly wide his legs are spread. Fuck, it’s already starting to feel like a bit of a burning strain to have them forced into this position. With how long Luo Binghe takes to finish, will he even be able to feel his legs by the end of this?
“I used to fantasize about things like this all the time,” Luo Binghe confesses in a low note, leaning in so that the end of his hair brushes against Shen Qingqiu’s stomach. “Before, back in the Bamboo House. I felt so guilty, but I couldn’t stop. It felt too good.”
Don’t… Don’t tell him about your teenage fantasies, Binghe! Isn’t that crossing some sort of line…?
“I knew that if you had any idea what sorts of dirty thoughts I was having, you’d be furious with me, or just cold and disapproving. It was - unfilial. But that made it perversely even more tempting… I wanted to tie you up - or, no, for some other person to tie you up, some villain, and then for me to kill them and then we’d be alone together and you’d be helpless, and I…”
Luo Binghe’s finger breaches his entrance, as it has so many times before. Shen Qingqiu’s breath catches, and he can’t help but lean into it slightly. Luo Binghe’s eyes on him are dark and heated, hungry.
“I didn’t want to hurt or upset you, just-- in the fantasy, I’d be able to make you feel so good that you’d enjoy yourself despite everything. Despite that I was too young and unworthy, and you didn’t feel the same way. The ropes would give me a chance to show you-- The idea, it was, it was that you wouldn’t be able to stop me, for long enough that you wouldn’t want to stop me any longer.”
A second finger slips in and joins the first, slowly pumping in and out, going a little deeper every time, spreading a little to take up more space. Stroking and petting at his inner walls, coaxing them into open welcome rather than their current tight clench. Luo Binghe is so good at everything. The knots he’s tied are like that, holding firm and perfect. Shen Qingqiu can’t budge an inch, trapped like a pinned butterfly for his inspection.
“I’d make you feel so good,” Luo Binghe murmurs, his voice going gravelly with lust. The slick noise of his fingers thrusting inside of Shen Qingqiu is embarrassing and obscene - why does sex always have to be so sticky and noisy? It’s humiliating! “I’d play with and torment Shizun’s nipples until he was crying and whimpering, unable to wipe his tears away or hide his red face. I’d stroke and kiss and suck on his cock until he would be so hard it would hurt, precome dripping down the entire length of him. I’d make Shizun desperate and undone, until he’d stop ordering this lowly disciple to untie him and instead beg him to take him.”
Trashy - totally trashy! It’s such a typical shameless teenage boy’s sex fantasy that Shen Qingqiu can scarcely wrap his mind around the fact that he’s the one placed in the role of the busty older woman to be melted into helpless pleasure by the younger man’s prowess. Humiliating, perverse, depraved - all of these words run through his mind, and yet they hold a sort of feverish tinge to them.
Luo Binghe fucks a third finger inside of him, and a low, tortured groan scrapes its way out of his throat, his hips and stomach muscles clenching hard to try and work himself deeper onto Luo Binghe’s fingers. This - this should be over with already, what’s with all of the stalling? He’s as oiled up as a marinated chicken, so what’s the hold up!
- “More, more, I need more! Binghe, fuck me!”
- “Ah, mn, keep going. I want your whole hand.”
One! Face burning, he still makes himself choose the first option. This is going to take long enough as is! He keeps tugging on the rope around his wrists, as if he can’t stop himself from seeing if the knot there has loosened or not, and he feels that this will definitely end with his wrists chafed sore and red. He’ll have to wear his greaves to cover up the shameful marks, and Luo Binghe will dote and fuss, showering them with kisses and then carefully rubbing ointment onto them.
“Yes, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says breathlessly, his eyes dark as two bottomless pools. Frantically, he removes his fingers from Shen Qingqiu’s body and quickly shoves his sleep clothes off, revealing lithe, powerful muscle. Eagerly grasping Shen Qingqiu’s thighs, he guides his cock to catch onto Shen Qingqiu’s entrance, and then begins to pierce him open.
Oh, fuck. Three fingers was not enough. It’s never enough, what was he thinking!? You’d think that he’d learn by now--!
Luo Binghe sinks into him at a glacial pace, slow but steady. Shen Qingqiu’s breathing wavers, then becomes entirely trapped inside of his lungs as he continues to be pierced and pierced. It won’t stop, it refuses to stop. Ah, ah, fuck! Helplessly, he moves to wrap his legs around Luo Binghe, to clutch at anything at all.
He can’t. His legs are bound, trapped wide open, and his hands are stuck above him. He has nothing, no reprieve as Luo Binghe spears him open - there’s absolutely no way for him to get away from it, to lessen it even slightly.
- “Binghe, it’s too much!”
- “Ah, Binghe, it feels so good!”
Pleading and crying about it being ‘too much’ - he’d rather die than utter that sort of ravished maiden line! Even if that means that he’ll instead have to take the eager slut line…
Luo Binghe, so slow and steady, abruptly jolts that last inch deep inside of Shen Qingiqu with a grunt when he speaks up. Then he keens and wetly pants, nuzzling his face into the hollow of Shen Qingqiu’s throat as he shivers in place, acclimating himself to being inside of him. A stallion protagonist ought to slide into a woman and start fucking without a moment’s hesitation, neither moaning nor crying out, appearing almost unaffected as he reduces the maiden underneath him into a desperate mess. A stallion protagonist can at most grunt or huff a little, like a masculine bull.
His Bing-mei is different. With a large appetite and unending stamina, those are where his similarities to the stallion protagonist that Shen Yuan read about ends in the bedroom. The first time he draws his hips back a little so he can grind his cock back inside of Shen Qingqiu, he whimpers like a dog.
- “Shh, shh, it’s alright.”
- “You, you can do it, ah, please!”
Completely overwhelmed by the massive pillar shoved inside of him, Shen Qingqiu actually runs out of time to make a choice. The choice is made for him, and he hears himself shush and dote on the man currently spearing him like a split open log. If he had his hands free, he’d probably be petting and stroking his hair too! Luo Binghe gives a high moan as Shen Qingqiu soothes him, and then his hips draw back even further before snapping back into him. Shen Qingqiu entirely loses his breath as he briefly jolts up the bed - and then the ropes around his ankles keep him in place, the rough rope biting into his skin there.
For some reason, with the thick cock shoved deep inside of him, that rough little bite has a hot, sweet burn to it. Randomly, he thinks of cinnamon gum.
“Shizun feels so goooood,” Luo Binghe groans, sounding almost as if he’s drooling - oh, he definitely is, Shen Qingqiu can feel the cool, wet prickle of it against his skin. “I’ll, ah, this disciple, this disciple will take good care of, of…”
Completely losing the train of his thought, Luo Binghe simply braces himself and starts to fuck Shen Qingqiu properly. Shen Qingqiu, driven into relentlessly, can neither move nor speak freely. He really is like a sex doll, ah, Luo Binghe unwittingly using his husband-turned-toy without even realizing it. Fuck, it’s so hard to think, every thrust is rattling his thoughts out of his skull. The friction is making him feel hot and sweaty, the ropes rubbing insistently against his skin, his hair mussing against the pillow.
A long time passes like this, during which Shen Qingqiu discovers that the dialogue restraint does not stop him from moaning and making other humiliating noises. Fortunately, he’s too fucked full to even be able to feel much of any embarrassment, and what little is left mixes with his arousal like a thick, spicy soup.
“Shizun, Shizun, Shizun…!”
Pounded into relentlessly, Shen Qingqiu moans raggedly in return, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. Fuck, he feels like a flayed open nerve, raw and frayed and trembling with oversensitivity. He can’t, he can’t take much more…!
Against his will, as so often happens, Shen Qingqiu’s body is fucked into orgasm as Luo Binghe makes eager use of him. He cries out and arches as cum splatters between their bodies, and Luo Binghe fucks him through it. And then keeps fucking. His legs twitching and numb, Shen Qingqiu whimpers and blinks back tears as overwhelmed pleasure burns through him, until it is eventually hammered into defeated exhaustion. Luo Binghe’s cock fucks in and out of him like clockwork, his body moving with it like a fleshlight, and all he can do is limply lie in place until it’s over. It still feels good, and he knows that if it goes long enough then Luo Binghe might fuck him hard again, and then into yet another incidental orgasm, without ever leaving him even once.
Feeding a stallion protagonist’s unending appetite all by yourself is such a trial!
He realizes eventually that little noises are leaving his mouth with every thrust, porny little ah ah ahs. Embarrassing, so embarrassing, stop, stop, get a hold of yourself…
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe keens, looking up at Shen Qingqiu teary eyes.
Oh. Already? What’s going on? Is it the ropes?
- “Keep going, I’m not done.”
- “It’s okay, you can finish inside your wife.”
… Fucking fine. Luo Binghe is already so deep inside of him, what’s a little more? Second option. As soon as he says that word, Luo Binghe’s eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in a silent oh. Shen Qingqiu compulsively clenches up around that thick, unyielding cock as it twitches and spasms, spurting cum deep inside of him. Luo Binghe always drains so much into him, it’s like he’s trying to impregnate him through sheer force of will.
[Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations! Mission: ‘Serving up a Steamy Serving of Smut’ has been successfully accomplished. Punishment protocol lifted!]
Thank god. If that hadn’t done it, then Shen Qingqiu would have rebelled. He would have self-detonated a second time out of sheer protest!
“So good, Shiz’n so good…” Luo Binghe slurs into his chest, his hips still minutely twitching into Shen Qingqiu as if to bury himself even deeper as he empties his balls into him. Shen Qingqiu takes it all, seeing as he has no choice but to take it.
Experimentally, he licks lips, then speaks up of his own volition for the first time tonight.
“It’s good that Binghe got what he needed,” he says. “... Now, can you untie your husband?”
Luo Binghe needs a moment to gather his strength and peel himself off Shen Qingqiu, his cock slowly sliding out of him - as soon as it's out, cum starts to leak out of him now that it isn’t sealed inside any longer. These sheets definitely need a thorough washing!
To Shen Qingqiu’s pleased surprise, Luo Binghe doesn’t stall or drag his feet at all, instead diligently and promptly untying him. His wrists and ankles are indeed rubbed chafed and raw after all of that abuse, and Luo Binghe shivers at the sight before sweetly kissing at his inner wrists. And then, a little less sweetly, he licks them too.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu protests, looking away.
“Sorry, sorry,” Luo Binghe says, “just--”
And he sniffles a little. Shen Qingqiu, immediately alarmed, tries to sit up - and fails, aches and pains lighting up his spine at the sudden movement. Slow, go slow, right! Ah, fuck… Wincing, he reaches up and pats at Luo Binghe’s cheek.
“What’s the matter, you silly boy?” he asks, concerned. Not too concerned; it’s not that unusual for Luo Binghe to have a little cry after sex. He’s a very emotional boy.
Luo Binghe leans into his hand, fluttering wet lashes at him, his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. He’s such a pretty crier…
“I’m just very happy that Shizun trusted me with such a thing,” he says tearfully.
“Ah,” Shen Qingqiu says, a little stilted and guilty. “Well - now that we’ve gone through with it, it seems a little silly how stubborn I was about not doing it in the first place… It really wasn’t what I thought it would be like.”
He doesn’t quite know what he’d imagined - perhaps for Luo Binghe to magically transform into another person once he was tied up, like one of those pushy, domineering gongs. But he’s still Shen Qingqiu’s needy little crybaby in need of doting and reassurance.
“Shizun liked it too?”
No dialogue box pops up to offer him any suggestions for how to respond. His words, when he speaks, will be entirely his own. No one else’s fault.
Well, it did help Luo Binghe come in less than a shichen…
“This husband……… did not mind it,” he says, looking away, wishing that he had his fan nearby.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe cries happily, and dives in to shower him with wet, sloppy, biting kisses, as if Shen Qingqiu had just given an enthusiastic five star rave review. He hadn’t! He just said he doesn’t mind it, that’s all!
But, ah, the kisses are nice… He’ll have to make sure that they keep trying out new things after this, so that that pesky punishment protocol won’t kick in again. Eating steak is all well and good, but maybe there are some surprises still waiting for him on the menu after all.