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Hong Lu watched as Faust went around the room dimming the lights. It was dark out already, but he wanted the room to have the right atmosphere for what he was about to do. One of his best You branch members was ill, and only he could take care of them. Heathcliff, the You adept, would be delivering him a little later.
"Thank you," Hong Lu murmured when Faust had sufficiently dimmed the room.
She nodded a slight bow and went back to her position at his right hand, both of them waiting. It had been a while since Hong Lu needed to get hands-on with anyone in the You branch, so he was… Apprehensive. He'd never hypnotized anyone, but that's what he needed to do tonight.
"My Lord, they're here," Faust announced, hearing them approach before knocking.
"Let them in," Hong Lu said.
She opened the door to his chambers and two You heishou entered. He recognized them both, of course, but he was more familiar with Heathcliff than with the other—Sinclair. Both men looked awkward and uncomfortable, but Sinclair was especially pained.
"Welcome," Hong Lu said, knowing Heathcliff wouldn't speak unless Hong Lu spoke first.
"My Lord," Heathcliff said, bowing at the waist. He nudged the man with him, who shakily bowed and repeated after him.
"Thank you for delivering Sinclair, Heathcliff," Hong Lu said, rubbing his chin as he observed them.
Sinclair was eggbound—an egg inside him hadn't passed in the proper amount of time, and without treatment, he would die.
"Of course," Heathcliff said gruffly, blushing slightly from the praise.
"Tell me about your issue," Hong Lu said, nodding at Sinclair.
"Um… Um…"
Heathcliff elbowed him again.
Tilting his head, Hong Lu appraised him curiously. He'd seen Sinclair in action before; he wasn't this nervous or shy when fighting, but being in front of his leash-holder must have been nerveracking.
"Sinclair hasn't had an egg in three months, my Lord," Heathcliff said when it was clear Sinclair wasn't going to speak up.
"Three months?" Hong Lu asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew it had been a while, but three months was extremely dangerous. Frankly, he was lucky that Sinclair was still alive.
Looking more closely, he could see how Sinclair hunched to hide his abdomen. "Stand up straight."
They both obeyed without thinking and Hong Lu could see how swollen his belly was, making him look pregnant.
"And you, Heathcliff?" Hong Lu asked, eyeing his abdomen as well.
"I just had one yesterday," Heathcliff said awkwardly, embarrassed to be sharing.
All You heishou laid eggs, regardless of their sex or gender. It was a side effect of the bolus, one that many You hated, but couldn't get out of.
"Good," Hong Lu said as he nodded. "… And you're sure this will fix him?"
To cure an eggbound You heishou, the leash-holder had to hypnotize them and demand they lay the egg. He hadn't read much more about the process, since his guidebook had been surprisingly sparse about information. Usually, there would have been more instructions, but for whatever reason, the xianren who wrote the book decided that "when eggbound, hypnotize and coax the egg out" was enough. Even Faust didn't know what to do after he asked her to consult the Gesellschaft.
"Uhh, it's what I know will work..?" Heathcliff said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Some knowledge of heishou was passed on through word-of-mouth, while most was written in their new DNA. While Hong Lu had to read about it, Heathcliff, as the adept, simply knew in his bones what would work.
"Why didn't you approach me sooner?" Hong Lu asked while Faust steamed next to him.
She was furious about them waiting so long, he could tell, but she hadn't spoken up. She simply seethed next to him.
Heathcliff cleared his throat and looked everywhere but Hong Lu.
"I was too embarrassed," Sinclair mumbled, not meeting his master's gaze. "… And the adept tried some simple remedies that didn't work."
Hong Lu shouldn't have been surprised that they tried themselves, but he was. Well, his heishou were still human, after all.
"Alright, let's get this over with," Hong Lu said, sighing. He had no clue how to hypnotize anyone, let alone a chicken heishou. He looked to Faust.
"Hypnotization is a delicate process," she said, glaring at Heathcliff like he'd personally offended her. "Heathcliff should leave."
"Sure," Heathcliff said, obviously relieved. He shuffled out of the room after patting Sinclair on the shoulder.
With them alone, Sinclair started shaking slightly, the trembling visible even across the room. He'd need Faust's help to get this going, but for now, he waved her away as he stood up and approached the heishou.
"It's okay, Sinclair," Hong Lu said, keeping his voice gentle. "I'll take good care of you."
"R-Right," Sinclair said after taking a deep breath. "Um… Does she have to be here for this?"
Glancing at Faust next to his throne, he nodded. "She's going to help me hypnotize you. I don't know how to do it properly."
"O-Oh…" Sinclair seemed disappointed, but didn't argue.
"Why don't you sit down?" Hong Lu offered a low pillow for him to rest on. "It might be more comfortable for you."
Sinclair nodded to himself and sat down, nearly falling over as he did. Hong Lu felt better now that he was seated, so he returned to his throne and continued lounging.
"Alright, Faust, tell me how I should do this," Hong Lu said, depending on her guidance.
Faust looked off in the distance, consulting herself. "Get him comfortable. Use something like a timepiece to wave in front of his face, as staring at something moving will help relax him. Speak in low, quiet tones. Tell him you're going to hypnotize him and say his activation word five times."
Sinclair watched on nervously.
"Thank you," Hong Lu said. "Do you have a timepiece?"
Faust nodded and handed him a watch on a chain. It was adorned with bunny stickers, which he would have teased her about had they been alone. Since they weren't, he kept his amusement to himself. Hong Lu stood up again and crouched in front of Sinclair and began flicking the watch from side to side. Sinclair relaxed by a degree as he watched the watch with frantic eyes.
"I'm going to hypnotize you," Hong Lu said. "So just relax, okay?"
"R-Right," Sinclair said, smoothing out the fabric on his lap. He took a deep breath and his shoulders relaxed by another few degrees. "I'm ready."
Once Sinclair was settled in, Hong Lu spoke his activation word. As usual, his eyes turned red from hearing it, but he didn't go on a rampage. So Hong Lu continued, saying it again and going slowly. As he spoke, Sinclair started getting restless, panting softly and clawing at his clothing as if it were too hot to be wearing. Hong Lu felt fine, but he knew how hot the bloodflames could get, so he didn't stop him from undressing. By the time he spoke his activation word the fifth time, Sinclair was naked save for his underwear.
"Then I just… coax him into laying the egg?" Hong Lu murmured, loud enough that Faust would hear but not so loud as to disturb Sinclair.
"I suppose," Faust said, as clueless as Hong Lu felt.
"Sinclair," Hong Lu said.
"Yes, My Lord?" Sinclair's eyes were glassy and staring past Hong Lu even as he spoke. He was still panting, his chest heaving while his swollen belly matched its pace.
"Lay your egg," Hong Lu ordered as authoritatively as possible.
Sinclair whined and touched his stomach, laying on his back. He groaned a little as he tried to do what Hong Lu told him.
"Hurts," Sinclair whimpered, giving Hong Lu a plaintive look.
"Lay your egg," Hong Lu said again, glancing at Faust who just shrugged at him.
"Ah~"
Hong Lu froze at the pleasured sound Sinclair let out, still looking at Faust. She froze, too, and they both looked at Sinclair's crotch at the same time. He was hard. Very hard. His erection was obvious through the thin, dark fabric of his underwear. He was writhing and groaning on the pillow.
"Um…" Hong Lu said dumbly.
"Um…" Faust said, just as dumbly.
"Why don't you leave us," Hong Lu said after clearing his throat. He understood things a little better now, even if he was still confused. "… I should take care of this alone."
"Of course, my Lord," Faust said, bowing and hurrying out of his chambers.
Hong Lu took a deep breath as he was left alone with an aroused heishou in front of him. He vaguely knew of some of the sexual side effects of the boluses, but he'd never looked into them too closely. He was regretting that now, feeling completely out of his depth. Though, he'd done harder things than deal with a horny man, so he steeled himself and knelt closer.
He thought back to the instructions he'd read about taking care of an eggbound heishou—he understood why it was so vague, now. He'd probably have to coax the egg out himself, literally.
"Let's get this off," Hong Lu said and began pulling Sinclair's underwear off.
Sinclair moaned at the simple touch, making Hong Lu's own cock twitch with interest. It had been ages since he'd gotten off, so he didn't blame himself, but he did silently scold his dick for awakening at an inappropriate time. Swallowing heavily, he set his underwear aside and tried not to stare at Sinclair's hard dick. He was below average in length and width, but he found the size… Cute. Like it would be perfect to suck on and feel in his mouth. After shaking himself, he instructed Sinclair to spread his legs a little.
"Anything for you, my Lord," Sinclair moaned, pulling his legs back like he was about to get fucked.
Hong Lu cursed under his breath as he stared at Sinclair's tight pink asshole. He was frozen with indecision, but luckily he got an inkling of what to do when Sinclair suddenly groaned in agony and bore down.
Since he had no lube in his chambers, he spat on his fingers and shakily brought them to Sinclair's hole. Sinclair moaned like a whore when Hong Lu touched him, but his sounds turned back to pained a moment later.
"Try to relax," Hong Lu murmured. "… Push as hard as you can without hurting yourself."
Letting out a sigh, Sinclair pushed and Hong Lu massaged his hole with his spit-wet fingers. Before long, they accidentally popped inside, making them gasp in unison. Sinclair's hole was tight and hot around his fingers, making Hong Lu swallow around the spit gathering in his mouth as he focused on not thinking of how good he would feel if he were to fuck him.
Hong Lu's fingers got so deep that he felt the membrane of the egg. He let out a shaky breath and pulled back, realizing he was going to have to stretch Sinclair's hole out if he wanted to help him.
"Push…" Hong Lu urged when he'd stretched him out a little more.
"Ahn~" Sinclair pushed as he was told, listlessly grabbing the fabric of the pillow beneath him as he let his legs fall to either side of Hong Lu's body.
It was difficult for Hong Lu to focus as he stared at Sinclair's cock twitching out precum as he stretched him out. Suddenly, Sinclair cried out and arched his back as Hong Lu absentmindedly massaged what had to be his prostate.
"Oh!" Sinclair moaned. "Harder!"
Clearing his throat, Hong Lu couldn't help but massage more firmly, hoping it would help Sinclair lay his egg a little easier. Sinclair was whining and squirming constantly now, making it even harder for Hong Lu to concentrate. It didn't help that his cock was aching with desire.
With a gasp, Sinclair froze as he arched his back, his cock twitching out cum as he came from Hong Lu's fingers. He would have felt guilty for accidentally making him cum if the egg didn't start sliding out right after he finished cumming.
"Oh, just like that," Hong Lu praised, quickly pulling his fingers out as Sinclair's egg breached his asshole.
The egg was bigger than he expected, stretching Sinclair's asshole even wider as he sobbed from pleasure.
"T-Too big..!"
"Just relax," Hong Lu instructed.
Sinclair sobbed again, but the sound turned into a hiccup as the egg finally slipped out. Hong Lu sat back on his haunches and sighed in relief. The pillow was a mess, but he didn't care. His heishou was no longer in danger.
"Finally," he said in relief.
Except…
"There's another..!" Sinclair cried.
Hong Lu used his thumbs to spread Sinclair's no-longer tight asshole and looked. Indeed, he could see another egg deep inside. He steeled himself and decided he'd make this quicker.
Carefully, he wrapped his free hand around Sinclair's cock and used the other to finger his ass. Sinclair nearly choked from pleasure, glancing down like he couldn't believe what Hong Lu was doing.
"Wh-What..?"
"Keep pushing," Hong Lu instructed.
To get him to cum quicker, he slowly stroked Sinclair's erection. Sinclair was crying now, a beautiful sight. Hong Lu wanted to lean over and kiss his tears away, so he did. The tears were salty on his tongue, but he didn't mind. As he was about to pull away, Sinclair captured his mouth in a kiss.
Fuck. It felt so good to kiss him. He stroked his cock faster, jerking him off properly as he fingered him.
Sinclair bore down with a groan; this egg seemed bigger, more painful for him. But the pleasure was helping him move the egg through his body, and before long, it was at the entrance. Hong Lu pulled his fingers out to allow him to lay it, making Sinclair whine from the loss.
"Want your fingers," Sinclair whined.
"Just… Just push," Hong Lu said breathlessly against his soft lips. He took surprisingly good care of his lips for a battle heishou.
Sinclair froze and arched his back as an orgasm overwhelmed him. Hong Lu stroked him through it, still jerking him off as cum spurted from his cock. He pulled back, no longer kissing him and ignored how badly he wished to be pressing against his lips.
Though his abdomen was significantly smaller than it had been when they'd started, Sinclair still looked like he had more in him. Hong Lu frowned and touched his belly and felt another egg distending it, making him sigh. He'd have to get the last one out, too.
"Lay this last one for me," Hong Lu said. "You're doing so well."
Whimpering from the praise, Sinclair nodded shakily and bore down on the last egg inside him. He grabbed Hong Lu's arm and held tight, stopping him from fingering him. Though he wasn't sure the heishou needed it, Hong Lu continued jerking him off, going much slower when Sinclair whined in overstimulation.
"Oh!" Sinclair gasped, his cock twitching madly in Hong Lu's hand.
He'd pushed so hard that the final egg—and the smallest—simply popped out of his body with a wet 'plop'. Hong Lu couldn't help but pull from Sinclair's embrace and study his asshole. It was gaping, no longer tight and pink like earlier. His rim was puffy from abuse and dark red in color. Damn, Hong Lu wanted to fuck him.
Clearing his throat, he controlled himself and stopped touching the heishou altogether. Sinclair lay panting, an arm thrown across his face as he caught his breath. Though Hong Lu was reasonably sure he was still hypnotized, he pulled an eyelid open and saw that his gaze was still glassy and far away. He wondered whether Sinclair would remember any of this.
"Much better," Sinclair said, relaxed and boneless as Hong Lu debated cleaning him up. He was covered in cum, after all.
Before he could even think of getting up to get a wash cloth, Sinclair was sitting up and staring at him. His gaze was somehow still far away, his mouth hanging open slightly.
"My Lord," Sinclair said. "Let me…"
Hong Lu wanted to ask what he meant, but he was shocked out of words when Sinclair reached over and touched his erection through his robes. Groaning, he tried to move Sinclair's hand away, but he was determined.
"Wanna taste you," Sinclair said thickly.
"Sinclair…"
He couldn't resist any longer—his cock ached too much, he'd been so good about ignoring his own needs but this was past what he could handle. Biting his lower lip, Hong Lu parted his robes to free his cock.
Immediately, Sinclair was on him, sucking the tip like his life depended on it. Hong Lu moaned and thrust into his mouth, enjoying the delicate softness of his throat. Sinclair gagged at the motion, but didn't complain. Instead, he tried to deepthroat Hong Lu. He was clumsy, though, so he couldn't quite manage it. Though he could have simply let Sinclair give him a clumsy blowjob, he was too horny to let this opportunity go to waste. Gently, he rested his hand on the back of Sinclair's head and thrust in, not stopping until Sinclair's nose was buried in his pubes.
Sinclair stared wetly up at Hong Lu, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he gagged around Hong Lu's cock. Fuck, it was hot. He wanted to make him cry. Unable to contain himself, he started facefucking the heishou, reveling in the wet gagging noises he let out. It was everything he could have dreamed of—his body ran hotter than a regular human's, so Hong Lu was nearly burning up from the wetness of his mouth and throat.
Sighing, he grabbed the other side of Sinclair's head and began fucking into him more frantically, taking his pleasure without thinking of the consequences. Sinclair's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned, jerking himself off as Hong Lu used him like an onahole.
Sooner than he would have liked, he felt an orgasm building up. He tried slowing down, but Sinclair whined and bobbed his head to keep up the brutal pace he'd made. Unable to hold back any longer, Hong Lu thrust deep inside his silky throat and held him down, watching his cheeks bulge as he struggled to swallow his cum.
When Sinclair pulled off with a gasp, Hong Lu was struck with guilt as he coughed, cum dribbling from his mouth.
"I shouldn't have—"
"Thank you, my Lord," Sinclair said hoarsely, bowing his head before licking up the cum that had dribbled down his chin.
"Sinclair…"
Seemingly no longer capable of speaking, Sinclair yawned and closed his eyes. He lazed on the pillow for a long while, his breathing steady and even. Hong Lu checked his eyes again and saw he was still hypnotized, so he simply let him lay there. He wondered how long the hypnotism would last, and if he needed to do something to break the spell. Just as he was about to call for Faust, Sinclair sat upright and gasped.
"Wha—Oh..!" Sinclair pressed his palm to his belly and felt how flat it was.
Obviously disoriented, Hong Lu watched as he observed the room around him before his gaze landed on his own body. He cringed at his nakedness and blushed bright red.
"Th-thank you for your assistance, my Lord," Sinclair said, hurriedly gathering his clothing.
"Take your time," Hong Lu said as he nearly rushed out of the room without getting dressed.
Swallowing audibly, Sinclair nodded and shakily pulled his clothes on, his back to Hong Lu.
Once he was gone, Hong Lu stared at the eggs he'd left behind. What the hell was he supposed to do with them?