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Rain has been pouring for a month now. Somehow the ghosts found it enjoyable enough that the number of missions were twice as hard and thrice as frequent. As he walked the path up the mountain, dirty from his previous encounter with an equally miserable vengeful ghost, he saw the sky darkening behind the heavy downpour. He had been quite tempted to stay at an inn for the night but his shizun had sent word for him to get back as soon as he was finished with this mission. 

So Chu Wanning was currently climbing his way to the Red Lotus Pavilion – his teacher's personal residence within the sect – using his qinggong to get there as fast as he could, so that he could take a bath at the earliest. On his way, he did take a minute to tidy his appearance, looking one last time at his drenched skirt, readjusting it and making sure it wasn’t falling under his chest. 

This morning he had chosen to wear the qixiong ruqun(*) of his sect over the simple ruqun(*) because of the mission’s peculiarity completely oblivious to the weather and he was deeply regretting his choice. The pink and white fabric was light in the sun, but sticky when drenched. Paired with a bun in disarray and a ribbon fighting for dear life to hold the mess of his hair, he wondered if it was not a better option to go to his own room first upon arrival. 

Still, his teacher was usually very strict upon summons so his call took precedence, and if he also concluded that the matter was urgent going out of his way to send words for him, he should comply and arrive as quickly as possible. So, despite everything he was going to Mo Ran right away. 

Under half an hour, the sky had turned dark and now it had calmed a bit to something fainter, seeing as the raindrops were twinkling softly. After reaching the front door he announced himself, before walking down the little aisle, strolling next to the pond and opening the door to let himself inside the neat living quarters. 

His teacher was very frugal and possessed only the bare minimum : one bed, one table, one rug, and so on. The only exception was his tableware and a second chair facing the first one. After walking around a bit and finding no one Chu Wanning was taken aback, he was sure that his teacher would be there to greet him since he had called for him, but right now the Red Lotus Pavilion was completely empty. 

However, not unused to the situation, Chu Wanning sat a the table reflecting on the mission and mentality summing up a report, aware that even if he wasn’t here, his teacher had known of his arrival through the different barriers set up around his house, he would be there in a few minutes so no need to worry.

In the meantime, Chu Wanning brought his hand to his hair ribbon, thinking that he could at least use his fingers to comb his hair in an attempt to look presentable : “I should maybe try and braid my hair, Shizun said it was pretty the last time I did.” He blushed at the absurd thought that crossed his mind. 

Despite doing his best to hide his shameful behavior, it was secret to no one that Chu Wanning was infatuated with his teacher – not even Mo Ran himself. Yet, he denied every single time he was asked about it. But if his prideful demeanor was on display while facing the other disciples and especially his shixiong : Xue Zenghyong, he was a fully blossomed haitang flower when he was facing the cause of his erratic beating heart and pink cheeks.

To top it  all, everyone believed he was a female disciple because of how he dressed and presented himself, usually wrapping his slender figure in a gold white ruqun with a thick belt sash matching ribbons tying his hair in a bun or securing some braids : the official attire for female disciples in his sect. 

Ever since he entered the sect he had been called shimei by his peers and addressed in a feminine manner. He had also kept his distance from the public baths during rush hour and had meticulously hid his second most shameful secret from everyone in the sect. He was happy and felt content to be adorning the clothes that suited him and his character best, but sometimes he wished at least one person knew of his true nature. 

Nonetheless, whether it be his feelings for his teacher or the thing hidden behind his skirt, no one could be aware of it and surely not his shizun. 

Chu Wanning was a good student, he was educated and diligent, with tremendous spiritual energy and a strong core to hold everything in place,  in everyone’s eyes : she was the perfect disciple and she was expected to accomplish great deeds in the near future. And so the more he climbed up the ladder, the more effort he put into dressing as his perfect female self. Because for him perfection meant something that he was not awarded with at birth : a female body. Still, he could fake it. 

And that, he did. 

Whether it was his mannerism, his way of speech, the clothes he wore, everything about him oozed femininity. Thankfully he was naturally gifted a soft flowery scent, and he had learned the voice changing spell so long ago that he couldn’t quite remember what his actual voice sounded like. In every aspect other than his body, he was a woman, and he preferred it that way.

Lost in thought as he was, he did not hear Mo Ran footsteps coming in the vicinity, and jumped as he noticed his shizun staring holes at him from where he stood in the hallway. Arms crossed on his – beautifully sculpted and tanned skin – chest, head falling on the wall, a smirk displaying his prominent canine : the pointed tooth giving his whole demeanor something darker that never failed to make his disciple swoon.

Chu Wanning blushed furiously upon realizing that his teacher had watched him comb his wet hair, while sitting in his living room ; not even greeting him and worse not noticing that he had been there all along. “Shizun, you are here, I- I did not hear you. Ugh, sorry,” he stood up from the chair, and directly bowed on one knee. “This careless disciple greets Shizun.”

“You may get up.” Mo Ran’s eyes travelled across Chu Wanning’s body leisurely, his gaze lingering on his hair and – Chu Wanning must have lost his mind to consider this – his waist, where the fabric unusually hugged his curves. “You are drenched, you should have taken a towel in the bathroom to dry yourself, stay here I am coming back with one.” He added worry lacing his voice, Chu Wanning could only nod with a “Mn” embarrassed that he could never get used to his teacher’s sweetness toward him. 

Truthfully, Mo Ran had always taken care of him with gentleness, deep down he believed that this was one of the main reasons why he fell in love more and more with the man so out of his reach. At first when he had entered the sect he had just wanted to make a name for himself, but as he couldn’t help but crave for more attention from him, it only motivated him to push harder, resulting in his perfectionism when it came to his studies. 

Another set of footsteps – perceptible this time – announced Mo Ran’s return from the bathroom with a towel in hand, he motioned for his disciple to sit back on the chair, while he moved behind him quietly drying his hair, taking his time to press the towel gently on his scalp and then on the stands. None of them spoke, and Chu Wanning felt that his heart would soon enough escape from his chest with how loud it was beating. Once again he was faced with how a merely nice gesture would result in such intense feelings. At this point in time, he could only pray that the sound of the rain would override it. 

Alas, Mo Ran was a senior cultivator ; meaning that he could distinctly hear both with ease. However, the focus of said cultivator was entirely elsewhere. From his viewpoint, he was home alone with a beautiful female wet from head to toe beneath him. He could hardly contain himself while being faced with a pale flushed neck, buds poking through wet fabric, and his hand grazing the silk soft locks of his favorite disciple, and so while he could hear his heartbeat he couldn't register any of it.

Still, he had been aware that Chu Wanning was attracted to him and somehow, the length he went to hide it, was in his eyes, the cutest thing in the entire world. Of course, he knew but he couldn’t cross that line. Although the sect allowed for dual cultivation within its members, it was a taboo that a disciple and their teacher would dual cultivate together. No one in the cultivation realm would allow it openly, except maybe people who performed dark arts or used forbidden techniques. 

In any case he had always tattered on a thin line between kindness as a teacher and gentleness of courtship and the biggest factor to his restraint was that the disciple himself was obviously very strict with his own values and the respect and admiration he held toward him as his shizun. 

When he was done with Chu Wanning hair, his lips were already bitten red and the restless hands were gripping his skirt so hard his knuckles turned even paler than usual. And, because he was wet and he had pulled hard on the gold white silk, Mo Ran noticed something slightly poking through just between his legs. A little startled and unsure of what to think, he froze for a moment, but realization hit him quickly. 

For a long time, he had suspected that the perfect female disciple, best disciple within the sect and a recognized talent in the cultivation realm was hiding something.  From all those exorcism missions outside of the sect, and those long travels here and there, he had been suspicious of a few habits his favorite disciple carried with him. Now that his guess regarding Chu Wanning's true self was revealing itself to be the most likely possibility. The knowledge ignited something new within his body : a heatwave causing tumult inside his loin. 

He was only brought back by Chu Wanning's third call. 

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On the other hand, Chu Wanning was trying hard not to relish in the lingering touch of his shizun, tender when grazing his nape and his shoulders. His hands resting on the back of his neck burning the wet skin there was more dangerous than anything he ever experienced and the domesticity of the situation was playing games with his brain.

He couldn’t help but bite his lips and shift on his seat, when he closed his eyes he could imagine that the sticky wet piece of clothing was unraveled by the man currently threading his dark locks. He could see him wrap his hair in his fist gripping him in a tight hold before lining down for a kiss. He-

Chu Wanning slapped himself mentally. 

His shizun was kind enough to dry his hair for him, he couldn’t be fantasizing about the man so shamelessly. This train of thought needed to stop. He scrambled to think  of something, anything, that would help him clear his mind. He shut his eyes tight then opened them again, looking around the house, but everything was as usual neat and tidy. He sighed internally, looking up as a bolt of lighting breached the dense cloud layer and while gazing outside the window, he was reminded of the reason why he came to the Red Lotus Pavilion in the first place. 

“Shizun, why did you call for me?” He asked in a voice so soft he felt the need to clear his throat, before asking again with more confidence. But, although Mo Ran had stopped his movement, he didn’t respond. Maybe he had spoken softer than he imagined. 

“Shizun, did-” 

Once again faced with no response, Chu Wanning turned around gazing at his teacher, taken aback by the stare he encountered, the word dying on his tongue. He gripped both the chair back and his skirt tighter, as air left his lungs. The way Mo Ran was looking at him wasn’t how he usually looked at him, behind the fondness, something akin to hunger could be found within his pupils and the disciple was taken aback. They were both lost in the eye contact that linked their eyes for a spell before they averted their gaze one after the other. 

“Wanning, why don’t you get undressed? Our talk might take a long time. I don't want you to catch a cold.” Mo Ran’s voice dropped a few tones delivering a command, ignoring the question previously thrown his way – greedily using the rain as an excuse to see his disciple wearing his clothes. 

“Shizun, I-I am not sure, and I don’t have any clothes here.” Cheeks burning hot with reddish earlobes, Chu Wanning half-heartedly retorted while looking at the floor grooves. The moment his shizun had pronounced the word undressed, a chill cascaded through his spine. “Of course, I will lend you something to wear, don't be silly.”

Hesitation painted his face to be the embodiment of panic, when Mo Ran had seemingly no intention to yield. Obviously, Chu Wanning thought that like everyone else his shizun was unaware of his real gender. Gazing up he felt small under the watchful stare, so much so that his gaze dropped to the ground once again, he wasn’t feeling pressured but helpless. If he knew for sure that Mo Ran had a set of female clothing he would have complied without a word, but he was exhausted, scared and slightly aroused, he had no space left for rational thinking at the moment.

Mo Ran frowned, witnessing his reaction, immediately putting the towel on the table next to him. He lowered himself on one knee in front of Chu Wanning, hand under his chin, encouraging him to meet his eyes once again. “What is it? Is there a reason why you can’t undress?” The concern visible in his eyes only served to squeeze more of Chu Wanning’s heart.

There was no reason why he couldn’t. He would be given privacy and it was only a matter of a few minutes. No, the real problem was that the very thing he wanted to hide could only be hidden behind the ample material of a dress, and not some trousers tightened by a waist belt.

“Common Wanning the faster you change, the safer you will be from catching a cold, hm?”

Mo Ran could see the gears in Chu Wanning’s head turning at full speed, but somehow he couldn’t resist the sight of his helpless disciple trying his best to come up with some excuses, seemingly on the verge of tears. If he listened to himself, he would rather make the tears fall right now if he could. He scorned his own train of thought, sighing, he shook his head slightly.

Eventually, he regained some type of control over his emotions, but the sight in front of him gave him mixed feelings. The disciple had bitten back on his lip, eyes screwed shut and hands fisting his skirt tightly. At this moment Mo Ran thought that he might have pushed him too far. So, he swiftly moved up to embrace him, securing his head at the junction between his shoulder and his neck, delivering soft pats at the back of his head. 

“Wanning, please don’t cry,” he hesitated about coming clean about the fact that he knew Chu Wanning’s gender, aware that it was most likely the reason why this disciple of his was distressed. But he had no clue whether or not it would make him feel better? For as long as he has been in the sect, Chu Wanning had been registered in the official acceptance documents as a ‘female disciple’, he had double checked that fact on the very week he had started to have his suspicions about the disciple he had undertaken at the entrance ceremony. 

He was also considering the fact that if his disciple was hiding his feelings toward him, it might be because he had not accepted the fact that he was in love with another man. Wanting to be a woman and wanting to love men were two separate things. Was it really alright for him to cross the line with someone who didn’t fully accept his orientation? Talking of which, he didn’t even know if his disciple had any knowledge on the subject that went beyond the romantic aspect – deep down he hoped he had none, but what if it wasn’t the case? As outrageous as it was, the thought was eating at him.

But, upon feeling the frail body in his arms shivering maybe from his tears, maybe from the cold, maybe from both he decided to be honest.

“Wanning,” he murmured ever so softly, “I know about your secret. You don’t need to hide your body from me.” The male buried in his arms froze, eyes as wide as a deer caught in car lights, feeling his world crumbling under his feet. After a second, clutching at his teacher’s lapels he pushed him away, searching his gaze for any marker of anger, repulsion or disappointment but none of this was reflected in his dark purple orbs.

“Shizun you,” he paused, gulping apprehensively, "you don’t find me disgusting ?”

“Why would I? You are my disciple Wanning,” he cupped his cheeks offering him a dimpled smile. “Whatever you wish to wear, and however you wish to present yourself, don’t matter to me. You are, you are my A-Ning.”

“Shizun…”

Water gathered in his orbs relieved to hear that he was cherished enough that his gender didn’t matter. With a simple sentence the negative feelings gripping and tugging at his chest vanished under the warmth of Mo Ran’s gaze, his words blooming uncontrollably in his stomach. Also, despite being distressed did not miss the way his shizun had addressed him. Chu Wanning couldn’t believe his ears, and he had called him “his A-Ning”. He would have shed a set of tears, if he wasn’t still under the shock of this unexpected but welcome development. 

Cutting the mood short, he sneezed, blushing because of the timing and Mo Ran looked concerned once again. With a frown creasing on his thick brows, he joined their forehead eyes closed focusing on feeling for Chu Wanning’s temperature. The latter flinched, surprised by the sudden closeness, but did not back off, until his teacher did. “You are getting feverish, I shall fetch you some clothes and you can undress now that things are settled.” Mo Ran, no longer harboring indecent thoughts, had his disciple’s health at heart. But, he was stopped as he was about to get up, by Wanning holding onto his arm tightly. “Is there something else you wish to tell me ?”

“I-I cannot change.” His grip was tight, not hurtful, but definitely strained ; and Mo Ran was reminded of the strange shape that he gazed upon when he was drying his hair. Now that he thought about it, despite all their training and the time spent together, Chu Wanning had never faltered to hide his genitals. Not even once had he slipped up, despite the fact that none of his disciples cultivate abstinence nor asceticism. At first he found it peculiar, and now with the recent knowledge of his gender he understood what he had been hiding all this time, but looking at him getting defensive again, there must be something more? But, what more could he be  hiding? 

“Wanning, why can’t you undress ?” Confusion was painted all over his features, it was like he could grasp at what it was, but he could not pinpoint it exactly. He could only guess that there was something. “I cannot tell Shizun, I am too ashamed.” Also, hearing this and witnessing his disciple behavior was a strong confirmation that genitals were not the main problem here. 

“You have to change, you are exhausted from the mission and you have always been weak to sickness related to cold.”

The warmth supporting his tone up until now was replaced with something akin to strictness, the gentle coaxing tone he had used all this time disappearing to let through something more dangerous. His gaze was demanding, and the hand resting on his tight had closed around it firmly. 

Mo Ran had always been like this. Giving commands and ordering his disciple around, only Chu Wanning got a free-pass as he was already inflexible with himself, and his teacher had figured that he would get most out of him with kindness than authority. But he wasn’t one to be disobeyed. He had only talked so much earlier because, at first he wanted to play him, and afterward he was concerned. Now that there was no more misunderstanding, only the words of a shizun and the defiance of a disciple were left.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, tell me what you hide under your skirt.”

Chu Wanning was nervous and apprehensive, and somewhere between the two he was also aroused by the hand on his thigh and the commanding stare that had been scanning him from below. Would his shizun find this weird? He had accepted that he was a male just like himself, that he was crossdressing and imitating women, but could he also accept his last hidden barrier. Something that has nothing to do with his appreciation of the female body, but everything to do with lust and filth : his fetish as a man in a man’s body. 

Turning his head to the table, Chu Wanning shut his eyes tightly, slowly opening his legs in front of his shizun, allowing him to directly take a look for himself. The silence was agonizing, as he waited for him to move, unable to bolster up the courage to uncover himself for his teacher to see. But what he did not expect was for a gentle caress on his cheek. Dumbfounded, Chu Wanning opened his eyes, “I want you to do it. Show me yourself.” Mo Ran watched a blush spread from Chu Wanning’s neck to the tip of his ears. 

Eventually, he stood up in front of his teacher, and bent down to clutch the hem of his skirt, taking a sharp inhale, in a sluggish movement upward he lifted the fabric. From where he was kneeling, Mo Ran’s breath caught in his throat. He was at eye level with a pinkish chastity cage. The design was one of a butterfly, and it was so small, almost flat against his lower belly. The older’s thoughts were pushed into a whirlwind, experiencing about ten emotions all at once : shock, and adoration being the loudest. Also, cuteness pushed aside, Mo Ran could feel his own pelvic area getting stuffy.

He was fascinated and aroused by the sight of pale skin against hard confinement. For it to be this small it had to be a combination of two factors : first Chu Wanning must have been naturally endowed poorly to begin with. Second, he must have worn this type of device for a long time, else he wouldn’t be moving around freely while being confined like this all the time : this was what was the most appealing to Mo Ran. 

Catching sight of his disciple like this was a point of no return, and Mo Ran knew that the moment he lifted his skirt with his own hand Chu Wanning had also abandoned himself to the momentum, giving into his heart rather than letting his head rein over his decisions. Outside the pattering of rain slowed, and so did the tumult that overtook Mo Ran’s heart. They had both crossed the line, they need not to speak to understand the implication behind Chu Wanning’s action and where it would take them, and Mo Ran had no plan to get them back on the right track. 

“Wanning, are you sure you want this?” His bold hands went to the supple flesh in front of him holding onto his hips, and lurking around the curve of his back. “You have to stop me now, if you have the tiniest doubt about dual cultivation.” Chu Wanning gasped upon sensing lips brushing the skin near his hidden butterfly. His heart was pounding in his chest and the tension transformed in arousal in an instant.

He watched his teacher, his Shizun, on his knees in front of him. Touching his hips with calloused fingers, nose so very close to the very place he had been ashamed of and left ignored, untouched, locked for a very long time now. The man was asking him for his permission, fully conscious of his secret and far from repulsed, on top of that he was also initiating intimacy in his boldest form.

Wrong. This was wrong. He was his shizun after all. Dual cultivation between master and disciple was unheard of within their sect, and it was the perfect way to get either of them – if not both – banned from the sect. Sure Mo Ran had some leeway as the most powerful cultivator of the sect being a zongshi revered and praised all over the cultivation realm, but a scandal like this one could destroy everything he’d work for. 

This disciple's desire could be the reason his master would be met with ruin. Yet, he couldn’t help it. What was he to do? The man he had long for all these years, in all the forms love had to offer, was now giving him all of his attention. That said affection was evolving into something more than kindness, a dangerous door to a realm he had little knowledge of but he wished to cross anyway. 

Chu Wanning had been craving this. Craving someone who could actually see him and love him despite…his shortcomings. Someone who would not make him feel ashamed. One person with whom he could let go and be himself, seeking his own definition of perfection. The man in front of him was offering him everything that he had wished for, and all of it came from the man he was in love with. 

“If it’s Shizun…I want it. For me there is only Shizun with whom I am willing to do…this.” He mumbled shyly, eyes glinting with a determination that left space for no doubts. Mo Ran inhaled sharply, gathering all the strength and restraint at his disposition so as to not break the trembling body between his arms. Reigning in his desire he bit playfully at Chu Wanning’s hip. 

“Alrigth, let’s start then !”

In the same breath, Chu Wanning’s feet were swept off the ground, and before he could realize what was happening, his bottom was kissing the soft material of Mo Ran’s bedding. “Shizun ! I am still wet, your bed-” He was cut off midway with a kiss. 

While his hand had come to grip anything that came into contact at his side, be it the animal pelt or the linen bedding, his teacher’s hand hooked the wet fabric of his skirt climbing higher and higher, grazing everything from his ankle to his inner thigh, in its wake. Mo Ran’s demanding lips were soft against his own red ones and only a few whimpers escaped as he tried to catch his breath. The further down his shizun went, the more he pushed Chu Wanning’s body into a lying position as he hoovered over him, the entirety of his weight saddling his body. Scalding hot skin meeting and equally feverish one. 

Chu Wanning felt like he was being devoured, caged by his teacher as the other man left no piece of skin untouched, his tongue invading his mouth and locking him in a breathless, wet make out. His hands roamed and roamed, grabbing roughly, squeezing, but also caressing and stroking. The dual treatment got over his head and he was unable to take it without clawing at his back. “This feels so good,” they were only kissing but Chu Wanning was already exhilarating. 

Lost in the sensations, his eyelids opened just a little before he flinched under the wolfish stare pining him further onto the bed. His shizun was unravelling him with every sensory tool at his disposal, being his eyes, his hands, his nose, and his ears : all of Mo Ran's senses were focused on him. Chu Wanning had been overwhelmed from the beginning but he only plummeted farther and farther under this exquisite assault of his hands, tongue and teeth.  

Mo Ran, unlike Chu Wanning, had kept his feelings hidden out of a sense of duty. He had kept them for himself because they were obviously improper ; but never once had he been ashamed of liking his disciple, not once. Obviously when the child with a lotus leaf hat came to the platform of Sin and Virtue, he had liked him as a soul first and foremost, but with time passing, and his not-so-fragile-flower-of-a-disciple blooming day after day, he had eventually let his mind wander. 

The bright child had transformed into an accomplished student, and then into a powerful, sharp ‘female' cultivator – well, now that he knew of his real gender, the tall size and the slender figure made sense. Nonetheless, the elegance with which he wielded his Holy weapons, and his daily countenance as he strolled down the paths of Sincheng Peak : he had this ethereal glow that no one matched, truly a peerless beauty.

The way their sect's uniform never felt as beautiful as when his A-Ning was fighting demons wrapped in blue from head to toe. Qinggong made him soar high over the trees, placing him in his rightful place as a star in the night sky : a vision akin to what a divine spirit would look like. The more unreachably high ‘she’ rose, the more he wanted to bring him down in the filthy path he had designed specifically for this ravishing disciple, he loved so much. Mo Ran had been eyeing ‘her’ with the  thirst to kiss, to make love to and to swallow ‘her’ whole in the process. 

On countless nights, in the confine of this very room, he had fantasized that the sleepy head who stayed behind to organize some book in his library would be laying on his bed instead. He had hoped to haphazardously run into ‘her’ in the public bath after dark, where they would be alone and he could claim that porcelain skin between his teeth and rugged breathing. He had prayed that one day, he would get the opportunity to be forced into a small one-room accommodation by a storm on a joint mission, so that he could watch ‘her’ sleep, even maybe steal a mouthful of his vaginal juices directly at the source, unbeknown to ‘her’. 

Today though, he was rewarded. 

Mo Ran broke their kiss, a smirk painting the curve of his lips, when he noticed that Chu Wanning had unconsciously followed after his lips. Supporting himself on his left hand he used the right one to remove his white socks revealing a smooth and pale foot. Under his stare he lifted his leg, kissing his ankle and smelling the skin there. Satisfaction hit him harder seeing the conflicted beauty squirming under his ministration, only making him want to worship more of his body.

Like a starved man he took his sweet time kissing his toes one by one in an agonizing pace. The latter was shocked by such uncouth behavior, never before had he witnessed something like this. He was entranced by the vision but what had him squirm so much was the fact that just like him, his shizun too, had some desire and secret of his own. The thought of being allowed to share each other’s secret desires was rewarding like no other praise he could receive after an assignment well done.  

“A-Ning, stay focused on me.” 

“Sh-Shizun, sorry. I couldn’t help but wonder if you like feet as like… a desire, or maybe it is my foot that you like?” He asked, trying his best not to avert his eyes.  Mo Ran smirked at the question, his blushing disciple seemed to have lost his embarrassment more preoccupied with the heat in his groin and the discovery of their new found intimacy. 

After a spell, he closed the gap between his nose and the sole of his disciple foot, before letting out a low chuckle. “You know, after climbing up the mountain under such weather the rain thoroughly washed out nearly all of your sweat. But here,” he pecked his foot lightly, “At the sole of your feet is emanating such a lewd sweet scent, an untainted sweat. I wish to lick it off and taste it on my tongue, and more, for example,” he bit on his toe. “Rubbing my naughty shimei’s scent all over my cock.”

It was the first time Mo Ran ever called him that. Of course, as his teacher, there was no instance where he would call him things like shimei or shixiong. And so, while Chu Wanning was used to being called ‘shimei’ by almost everyone else, this way of address from him was new. The way he looked at him and the tongue darting out to lick his sole, paired with the husky tone of his teacher sent a heatwave to his caged member. 

He watched the man take off his other socks. “A-Ning, will you help me get ready for you?” Mo Ran brought both feet to his hardened cock, the bulge hot and noticeable under the thin yet sturdy fabric of his robe. He pursed his lips to refrain from releasing a whimper. Unsure of what to say to the filthy, arousing words of his shizun he remained silent as he applied pressure with his toes, slightly surprised by the heat and the way it twitched beneath him. Mo Ran groaned, pleased by the shy eagerness, and spread his legs to give him more space. 

At some point, unable to handle more of the adorable yet clumsy attempt of his disciple, he held firmly onto both ankles and started to move himself between the gaps of his foot. He pressed slowly, between his soles, rutting while pressing down on his length. 

The grip had his skin turn white around Mo Ran’s finger, and maybe Wanning wished for it to turn red after sometime. This revelation was making him further ashamed ; he wanted to be marked by his shizun. Waking up tomorrow morning and being faced with the proof that what was happening right now, wasn’t one of the very lucid dreams he kept on relying on. If only, the skin he touched would bloom red, if only the shape of his fingers could be clear as a day for any onlooker, if only he could exhibit the proof of their love to the world – maybe calling it love was too soon ?

In any case, the movement of his teacher was speeding up gradually and his knitted brows had something akin to restraint yet in an unyielding manner he seemed to get loose of all the desire he managed to acquire in the past. Chu Wanning panicked when Mo Ran stopped abruptly, clenching his jaw and squeezing his teeth hard with a suppressed grunt, but in no time he was manhandled to be positioned on his stomach. 

“Shizun? What is going on?”

“Oh, maybe A-Ning is too innocent to know of this but since your little pussy can’t wet itself, I will gladly have it wet and open for you, so that it does not hurt later. Can I?”

“Yes please,” he flushed furiously, first shimei and now this, more and more he was making him feel like he was and not that he was pretending to be. The disciple looked back, doe eyes staring straight at his shizun. "Please, make A-Ning feel good.” Mo Ran did not wait further and lifted the skirt past the two round cheeks. He was delighted to see that his little angel had been blessed by Venus herself. His skin was glistening and smooth, tender under the touch and easy to mark.

Focusing his attention on the puckered hole in front of him, he lapped the ring with his tongue right away. He had been starved of his disciple flesh, and now that it was presented to him with a plea for him to savour, he had no intention to hold back. 

Nor did he, he didn’t stop until he was satisfied. Not when Chu Wanning’s was whining and panting under him, nor when his legs started to shake and his whole body tremble, nor when he let out the sweetest “Shizun” to beg for mercy. Mo Ran did not stop until he was out of breath, and back to hardness himself. His little shimei seemed exhausted by the little ordeal, but it was only the beginning.

He had waited so long for this, fantasized about it for several nights. He would take his time and he would make Chu Wanning lose his head, molding him into a boneless doll for him to play with all night.

This was just how he was. He might have been respectable, and accomplished in both martial art and life, but being raised outside of the cultivation realm, he had never really fitted perfectly into its mold. As a shizun from Sisheng sect, he was an abomination, and as an adult he was no better. But, after witnessing how humanity roamed the world down there, he couldn’t care for morality anymore. He, himself, had been subjected with cruelties that he couldn’t name any more. Who would stop him from loving his disciple, if he was brave enough to come his way. Certainly not even half of these uptight geezers were any better.

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Turning him around, Mo Ran captured his lips, making Chu Wanning taste himself on Mo Ran’s tongue, while his hands traveled up all over his body under his chest-high skirt. Greedily separating their lips, to focus on his ears, neck and collarbones next. Going at his own pace, he brushed his lips against his skin, licked and sucked on every part of his body, his hand traveling south as he did to simultaneously fingering him and fondling the useless balls under his caged clit. 

“Oh my, looks like our little shimei is leaking. Your pretty clitty is adorably asking for attention. Should I reward it?” Chu Wanning whined again, head shaking from one side to the other red as a tomato, but it was clear by sudden gush of precum, that he most definitely wanted Mo Ran to. “Common Baobei, if you don’t tell me, I won’t know if you want it or not.”

Chu Wanning wanted to curse out loud. The pleasure was overcoming his senses, he could not think, let alone give a coherent answer while being played like an instrument by his shizun. However, the look in his eyes might have given himself out because Mo Ran mouth kept heading south toward his caged cock. After an agonizing spell, where he would deliberately lick at his navel, he lifted his body off of him completely and with it gone, all the warmth he provided seemed to fade away, clearing his mind. 

“Shizun, Shizun…” His disciple cried out frustrated to be edged like this, but Mo Ran bit the knot of his skirt, one after the other. Proceeding to pull the material and sending it flying over his shoulder. He approached the rú, mouthing at his nipples over the pink gauze. “Shizun, please, I need more.” Chu Wanning pleaded, wrapping his arms around Mo Ran's neck to bring him closer – or maybe to ground himself. 

“Is that so? Then why don’t you help me undress.” Coming back up to peck his temple, his shizun teased him more and more. By lifting them up and bringing his hand to his torso. “Undo them just like I did yours, Baobei.” Too far gone to feel anything other than lust and want, he did not hesitate to pull himself between his teacher’s legs to open his lapels with his teeth. He went further and sank to his trouser, making eye contact with Mo Ran, as he drooled a little over the black fabric wetting it. 

Instantly, Mo Ran fisted his hair in a tight grip, bringing him up for an open-mouthed kiss, tongue fucking his mouth full of saliva, and invading into every patch of his inner mouth. Chu Wanning was left boneless by the sheer amount of force his shizun displayed, and with the will of being useful, he wrapped a hand round the humongous monster he had just set free, reminded of how he had known of his size ahead of time but was still in awe as he faced it. 

Some months ago, down in town he had crossed paths with some cultivators and heard gossip about some book ranking. Later that day he had relayed the news to Xue Zenghyong and his shixiong’s answer had been : ”Don’t mind it shimei, surely that rumor can’t be true.” At the time, Chu Wanning had no idea that the fellow was lying to him because of his one-sided crush on his beautiful shimei. But what he did know was that the description alone had been at the root cause of many more dreams the days that followed his discovery – always filthier than the last, and more persistent as they went on.

Right now, he was the one with the “absolute unit” in the palm of his hand, and he intended to pleasure its owner just as much as he did him. He squeezed it tentatively first, and rubbed the tip with his palm next. Having been so long since he had touched himself with his cock free of any cage he wasn’t quite sure what would be enjoyable for his Shizun, but the way Mo Ran groaned or the few times his fist tightened on his scalp was good enough indication for him. After teasing the tip and caressing him, he settled for rhythmic strokes, gripping with force but carefully going up and down at the same pace he used between his feet.

“Shimei…” He broke the kiss lost in the pleasure around his cock, breath mixing with his disciple’s. “A-Ning…being such a good girl for me.” He added, leaning forward on his forehead with eyes shut in concentration, meanwhile Chu Wanning was like a hawk scrutinizing any details on his teacher’s face as a feedback. “Baobei, keep going just like that.” He panted, running a hand from his thigh to the curve of his ass, reaching once more to the hole spasming open. He easily slipped in three fingers, accommodating his pace with his disciple’s. 

Chu Wanning faltered a little at the sudden intrusion, lashes quivering slightly moaning into his shizun’s open mouth. They had both been on edge for God’s know how long, and the fever and delayed orgasm was excruciatingly painful and pleasing ; still, when Mo Ran’s hand came to a stop, so did Chu Wanning. The only thing they could both think of was the main act that was meant to be foreshadowed by their previous action.  

The teacher cupped his disciple's face in a deep grounding kiss, “Baobei, I think it would be easier for you to be on top of me, do you still have strength left?” Chu Wanning was wet and feverish, body a mess of pale skin, red blooms and tooth-shaped circles, but gaze was steady when he answered in the affirmative. With a proud smile, Mo Ran smooched his forehead and brought him to his lap positioning him above his cock.

“When you are ready you can sink on it.” A-Ning nodded pink dusting his cheeks, suddenly feeling shy now that he was to sit on Mo Ran’s cock himself. In the end, his hips lowered a little too quickly until the tip, up to the half of it, slid past his entrance. The sheer size of it pushed the air out of his lungs. He stumbled forward catching his breath on his teacher’s chest. Then realization hit him and he removed his hands as if burned by iron.

“Breath, it's fine you can touch me here too.” Mo ran was visibly strained, he too had been taken aback that Chu Wanning’s ‘pussy’ remained incredibly tight despite being wet and worked open several times. He placed Chu Wanning’s hand back on his chest and cajoled his hips, enticing him into sitting fully on his cock. And fuck, the moment he did, his spine curved backward, face directed at the sky, black hair cascading all over his back and collarbones and fingers’ scratching red trails on his pectorals.

“Beautiful,” Mo Ran thought, and the word did not do him justice. Both of his hands flexed on the skin of Chu Wanning’s hips, and as he thrusted upperward languidly to test the waters. His disciple’s reaction did not disappoint, moaning loud and crying tears while pulling in close, nose reaching his neck. Skin flushed against skin, thrusting beastly into a welcoming body, the wet sound of rain outside mixing with the wet sound of A-Ning’s pussy being gapped open with tremendous force. By then, it was a blur for both of them. 

Everything was nothing and nothing became everything. None of them had never felt such euphoria before, and more than chemistry it seemed like they were meant to do this. Their bodies aligned so perfectly, and their minds were likely connected through something soul shattering. As Mo Ran pushed inside the warmth of Chu Wanning’s virgin hole he could only drown himself in the bliss that it procured him, while he was his disciple's last buoy in the sea of a ravaging unbearable pleasure.

At some point Chu Wanning was a gushing fausset on Mo Ran’s stomach and it did not go unnoticed by the seasoned zongshi. Close to his end and with a desire to make his disciple come apart before him to enjoy a tighter heat, he thumbed at the opening of the cage, the little space meant for breathability that was now the very tip of his leaking clit. Screaming in his arms at the sudden touch, he would not have to wait long before a repetition of ‘please’ and ‘Shizun’ would end in a high-pitched moan. 

As white thread of milky white cum spurted on his stomach, the pressure on Mo Ran’s cock was enough to have him shudder, yet he continue to drove into the gasping hole until his disciple could only paw weakly at him in overstimulation, tears streaking down his chest and teeth sinking down the junction between his shoulder and neck. Then it finally hit him. Hard. 

He stilled and twitched, then spurted inside his disciple, claiming him from inside out. The intensity of his orgasm nearly had him black-out and as the waves of pleasure called for him while sending him ashore, he murmured relentlessly in Chu Wanning’s ear. Shaken by the feeling of being filled by his shizun’s cum, the latter clasped his legs around Mo Ran’s torso, audaciously claiming his lips on last time, before shuddering once again into a second wave of orgasm.

When they separated from their kiss, they laid down, forehead connected to one another, with Mo Ran letting all of his weight pressing on his disciple, effectively keeping him warm and safe. He noticed that his legs had yet to loosen and chuckled softly. “I have no intention of going anywhere Wanning, you can relax now.” Gently he stroked the sides of the beauty under him and the other finally let loose of the muscle he had kept taut all this time. 

After some time, it was Chu Wanning who broke the silence. “Shizun, I know…I am shameless for asking, but, will you continue dual cultivation with me ?” Sharp eyes were gazing up at him and with a layer of vulnerability Mo Ran could never tease, nor take lightly. “If you want me to, I would be overjoyed to continue, but A-Ning, this is very important that you understand that I like you for you. Not because we perform dual cultivation, but because you’re my adorable little shimei. Do you understand?” Chu Wanning nodded, unable to overcome the cat being stuck in his throat for a while, and his shizun was left to coo and pet his hair when he started to sob in his arms. 

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“Have you calmed down now ?”

“Yes, Shizun.”

“Good, I think we should get you cleaned and dressed otherwise you will really get ill.” 

Sensing that his disciple had little to no intention of getting up to take a bath, Mo Ran drew a simple array in the air and instantly, they were both cleaned and dried up. Even the cum that was oozing out of his hole seconds before had disappeared – his mood soured a bit as he realized it. But more importantly, a light bulb seemed to illuminate on top of his head and he watched his teacher defiantly. 

“Shizun knows of a drying spell? Why did you not use it earlier then?” 

“How can you expect me to use an array when A-Ning looks so pretty drenched by the rain? Also I wanted an excuse to thread your hair and glaze at your neck, and see you wear my clothes.” The shizun smirked shamelessly, and received a bump on his torso, by a very embarrassed and blushy disciple.