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It started, as not many things did, with the loss of a limb.
Luo Binghe barely managed to kill the thing before collapsing to his knees, staring emptily where his sword arm had been, ripped flesh and gore and—how could he have failed so badly on such an easy mission, oh god, his arm was gone, what would Shizun think, how was he going to fight now, was he going to get kicked out of the sect, would the blood loss kill him first? Oh, god, oh god oh god oh god—
And then, suddenly, his body was buzzing, his demonic seal cracked and leaking out qi as his arm... just... bubbled back into existence?
Well, I'll be, Meng Mo murmured in his mind, watching through Luo Binghe's eyes as the spear of a humerus grew like spreading frost and flesh roiled over it like an overfired cauldron. I got good news and bad news, kid. There's only one race of demon that can pull this shit off and they've got insane power, but there's only one other left, and your next of kin is rotting under a mountain.
So Luo Binghe was half heavenly demon, and this meant he had blood gu. Mites. Parasites, if you will.
Through them, he could heal injuries that should take weeks, if not months to heal in minutes. He could prevent injuries from healing at all. He could control the blood outside of his body to form weapons as needed.
If he fed his blood to a monster, he could destroy it from the inside with nothing more than a flicker of intent.
...Discomfiting! Gory and disturbing and all sorts of other things, and he swore to himself (and an unimpressed Meng Mo) that he would only use that power if his or Shizun's lives were on the line.
That said, the third time a monster took a chunk out of him and his flesh replenished and his skin regenerated, blemish-free, he started to get curious. What else could it do? If he, for instance, wanted to generate an entire organ, could he do that? Was he locked to a 'default' body that the blood gu would restore him to no matter what? Given enough time, could he shapeshift?
Love the forward thinking, but are you really sure this is the way to test it? Meng Mo asked dubiously as Luo Binghe flipped through medical texts in the library.
Luo Binghe mentally waved him off, and studied the diagram on the page in front of him harder.
If he wanted to test all of those things without risking things visibly going terribly wrong, it made sense to start internally, where he could feel everything and show nothing, right? And there was only really one organ (or organ system) he didn't naturally have.
If his face felt a little warm as he studied the ratios of flesh to void space of a womb and measured the likely size of it against his fist, it was just because he was too focused to direct the blood elsewhere.
Growing a new organ from scratch hurt. He took it slow, working at it a little more every night when he laid down to sleep, and every morning he woke up sore and weak and ravenous.
Shizun assumed that it was because he was training too hard and 'putting strain on his growing body', and Luo Binghe didn't correct him. It was his growing body he was putting under strain, so it was close enough.
After one week of this, he had a thing inside him that was a perfect replica of the womb, tubes, and ovaries he saw on the medical text page, and he was euphoric off his success.
Shizun saw him hugging his abdomen with a giddiness he couldn't tamp down and smiled indulgently. "How are things with Ning Yingying?"
"Oh," said Luo Binghe with a blink, mind still mostly on his new creation. He scrambled for when he had last seen his shijie. "Um. Good?" At least, she had been happy to see him, and he had enjoyed seeing her as well.
"Good, good," Shizun echoed, eyes curving into pleased crescents behind his wafting fan. If his fingers tightened infinitesimally on the guard, Luo Binghe was (unfortunately) too distracted to notice. "Treat her well, Binghe."
"Mn," said Luo Binghe, mind already lodged back in his midsection.
It came to his attention shortly after that the uterus, as nice as it was, was an inert lump of flesh instead of anything that had a function in his body, and he was back at the library that evening.
The solution was more spiritual than he was expecting. The function of a uterus was closely linked to the creation of life, and to breathe some amount of life into it, he would need to spend extra time cultivating his yin energies at the expense of his yang. There were a few extra tweaks on the physical side, but if he wanted it to be a real organ instead of a spontaneously generated lump, he would need to veritably marinate his lower dantian in yin for a while.
Well. Let it never be said that Luo Binghe did things halfway.
His delight in feeling the amount of dormant yin concentrated in his ovaries and the ebbs and flows of energies that were typical of female cultivators was slightly undercut by the discovery that the lining that built up needed to be manually reabsorbed by his blood gu instead of flushing out normally.
Moon cycles really seemed like the worst part of being a woman, but could he really say that it was a functioning organ if it needed to be monitored like this? No. No, he could not. Normal internal organs needed no monitoring to perform their duties.
What he needed was a vaginal tract.
So he grew one.
While the traditional method of dealing with the bloody shed lining was cloths filled with plant ash, the fact that he still had a pillar and stones (even if they were fairly shrunken by now) made the traditional ones useless and he really didn't want to explain normal mooncloths, much less modified designs, so he ended up using his blood gu anyway, to stopper and release it as needed.
Annoying, but at least he could say the organ itself worked.
The vaginal tract, however... now that needed some work.
He had only gone for the barebones replica of what was in the medical text, but it was immediately obvious that it wasn't any better than the womb had been, to start. It was roughly as fleshy as it was supposed to be, but he knew that women found pleasure from being pressed on in there and for Luo Binghe, there was nothing to press on. It was a tube with a single, very boring function.
So he dug up a few more medical texts and set to studying.
The fluid secretion was easy enough to grow, but the tissues that surrounded the vaginal tract to make it pleasurable, even leaving aside the external bits... Growing new parts hurt, and with his yin cultivation, he was on the verge of a new cultivation development...
Late at night, he stared at his pillar. It was rather inconveniently large—as far as his reading had told him, it would only fit in a vagina, and the one person he was remotely interested in that way didn't have one of those, so...
...Kid. What the fuck are you doing.
Repurposing, Luo Binghe replied in his mind, and sent his blood gu to start the slow process of moving some of the erectile tissue from his shaft to the internals surrounding his vaginal tract.
Three days later, curiously slipping a single finger inside himself and pressing against it from the inside—
He came so hard he nearly blacked out, his soft, unprepared cock spitting a couple of drops of clear fluid as his body shook and tears spilled over.
Okay. Okay.
...What would more do?
Kid. Kid. You really don't want to do that. Meng Mo sounded deeply perturbed.
Why? Luo Binghe asked, because occasionally the senior had useful information, and he didn't actually want to mess his body up to the point it would be useless. As good as his control was with the blood gu, fixing damage was a pain and he would have to explain how he'd gotten messed up in the first place, which didn't bear thinking about.
Losing yourself to this—it's a slippery slope. Before you know it, that stallion-grade weapon of yours will be gone.
Is that all? Luo Binghe replied mildly. I'll stop before then. It's basically useless like this anyway. Heat raced through his body at saying as much, concentrating in his face and chest and belly, making his breath come short and the dormant yin around his lower dantian spark.
He would stop at what was probably average, and leave the rest of that flesh nestled around his... entrance.
Kid.
Kid.
Hm. Oops, Luo Binghe thought, staring at what had once been a pillar and was now more of a stub, only just emerging from his palm when he wrapped his hand around it, even fully hard.
Meng Mo groaned. Now you've gone and done it. How the fuck are you going to bed a woman now?
Luo Binghe rolled his eyes. Should Shizun ever transform into a woman, I will go to Xian Shu Peak and ask for advice.
...Though, most of the relevant people on Xian Shu Peak would be expecting something a bit more straightforward, wouldn't they? And he had been putting off doing the outside bits the way they were usually done...
He had the faint impression that Meng Mo was facepalming and groaning, but it was easy to nudge that away and focus on forcibly reshaping his genitals.
He passed out from exhaustion and pain when he was done (as he always did when rushing this), so it wasn't until the next morning when he realized he may have made a mistake.
He swung his legs out of bed, ready to get to work on breakfast, but then his knees met, putting pressure on his newly-created clit, and stars exploded in his vision, body jerking without true release because apparently he'd repurposed some... important parts in his haste.
It was all he could do to pull out one of his medical texts and drag it back to bed to try to figure out where he'd gone wrong, and even then, he was shaking and drooling and panting too hard to focus on the technical details.
Meng Mo had gone into hiding, and didn't come out even to say 'I told you so', so he must be really badly off.
This was how Shizun found him after the breakfast hour came and went. A the knock, he barely managed to tuck away the scroll before his master entered.
The clear concern on his normally impassive face was nearly enough to make Luo Binghe tip over that agonizing edge all over again, and he had to grit his teeth against a moan when his master touched his forehead.
"You're burning up," he murmured, the slight line between his eyebrows suggesting he was consternated by this information. "Rest. I'll bring Mu-shidi."
"No!" Luo Binghe yelped, fear seeding through the overwhelming arousal. He really did not want to explain this. "I'm-m fine, Sh-h-izun. Just need to sleep it off."
The slight line deepened, and Shizun ran his cool, elegant hand across Luo Binghe's sweaty forehead, then trailed down his temples in an inarguable caress. Luo Binghe clutched at every single one of his blood gu in order not to react.
Eventually, the man said, "If you're still like this by evening—or if it gets any worse—this master will carry you there himself."
Luo Binghe nodded weakly, then was forced to accept Shizun's offer of a tea for easing fevers.
Obediently sipping away and hiding the scroll each time his master came to check up on him (every half shichen! Luo Binghe would have been over the moon in any other circumstance!!), he barely managed to sort out the issue of his internals before Shizun raised the alarm.
Petting his hair and wiping away the sweat with a damp wash cloth, his lovely, lovely, lovely shizun murmured comforting nonsense and unknowingly soothed his wayward disciple through the most violently extended orgasm of his life and extremely painful readjustment, and the only thought that managed to surface for a long time was, Shizun, I love you, I would die for you, please please please—
Surfacing from the back of his mind, apparently having been trying to avoid what he thought was an impending qi deviation, Meng Mo just sighed, You're going to be even more absurd after this, aren't you.
Sitting at the low living room table, Shen Qingqiu sipped his own cup of calming tea.
That the protagonist could do something so mundane as catch a fever... it was oddly cute! Of course, Binghe would be cute under any circumstances at this white lotus stage, but seeing him so flushed and dazed and almost girlish (...if looking a little too much like he was begging porno-style) was a rare tr—sight.
He waved his fan a little faster to disturb the warmth that had gathered around him. It didn't help that Binghe's sweat smelled... well. They wouldn't get into that. Binghe was, of course, incapable of smelling anything less than perfect.
...Dammit. Fuck the Abyss!! Fuck it!! Why did he have to do that to his precious little lamb. His sticky-sweet bun. His...
System, he said, as he had countless times before, do I really have to throw Binghe into the Abyss? He's so small...
【 Answering host: Due to a change in genre, the quest "The Endless Abyss and Endless Hatred, a Sky Filled with Crystal Frost and Tears of Blood" has been marked as optional. 】
"...Wait, what?" Shen Qingqiu said aloud, sitting bolt upright as his heart thrummed in hope. "Genre change? What did it change to?"
【 Answering host: Due to a plot divergence, the genre of Proud Immortal Demon Way has changed from "YY stallion novel" to "TG fetish story" 】
As soon as the last two words sunk in, Shen Qingqiu doubled over in a coughing fit that narrowly avoided coughing up blood. "What?"
【 Answering host: The genre of Proud Immortal Demon Way has changed from "YY stallion novel" to "TG fetish" 】
I heard you the first time!! Shen Qingqiu snapped in his head as his vocal chords took him around the bend. Why? How?? And how did it end up like this???
【 ... 】
【 ... 】
【 Answering host: This System does not know either. 】
As he caught his breath, reeling, morbid curiosity took over, and he asked, ...So what would happen if he was pushed in the Abyss?
【 Answering host: The TG fetish story Proud Immortal Demon Way would gain the tags "Rape/Non-con", "Teratophilia", "Bestiality", "Xenophilia", "Somnophilia", "Tentacle Ra—" 】
Enough!! I get the idea!! Enough!!! Mute!!!!!!
(The Shen Yuan who had spent more than a few hours trawling tentacle hentai was briefly assailed by the image of his precious white lotus Binghe making a face very similar to the one he had made earlier that day, with a few thick vines dripping in aphrodisiac sap violating his—nope! Nope!! Nope!!!!!! Not going down that road, not ever!!!!!)
Anyway!! Now that the Abyss arc was optional, he would absolutely not be doing that.
System, unmute. What are my other quest options? he inquired.
【 Critical Quest options:
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"White Lotus Sure is a Girly Thing to Call a Boy, isn't It?" (adds tags "Romance", "LGBT+", "Fluff", "Mutual Pining", "Teacher/Student Relationship")
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"Atticwife, Atticlife! An Ex-Stallion's Dream" (adds tags "Codependency", "Unhealthy Relationships", "Teacher/Student Relationship", "Plot What Plot", "Exploitation")
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"Barbie Girl Living in a Barbie World" (adds tags "Bimbofication", "Free Use", "Dollification", "Dom/sub", "Sadomasochism", "Domestic Fluff")
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"The Winter Cultivator: Cang Qiong Trash Party" (adds tags "Rape/Non-con", "Public Use", "Gang Rape", "Anal Rape", "Vaginal Rape" +37 more!)
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"The Endless Abyss and Endless Hatred, a Sky Filled with Crystal Frost and Tears of Blood" (adds tags "Rape/Non-con", "Teratophilia", "Bestiality", "Xenophilia", "Somnophilia", "Tentacle Rape" +40 more!) 】
...Are you fucking insane? Shen Qingqiu asked no one in particular as he scrolled through the options, which seemed to get worse as he went along. When do I have to choose?
【 Answering host: There is no time limit, but Host is encouraged to pick as soon as possible, as some paths will become unavailable as time goes on. 】
Shen Qingqiu scrolled right back to the top, nabbed that stupid, stupid first quest before it could disappear (and before he could think about it too deeply), then let his head fall to the table with a graceless thunk.
Fuck being a legendary untouchable immortal. He needed a fucking drink.
Two weeks later, when Luo Binghe was just starting to consider reshaping his skeleton, just a bit, to give himself the hips that were meant to accommodate his new organs, and maybe give his waist a slightly more dramatic dip—there was a misplaced shipment of girls' disciple robes, all of which seemed to be in Luo Binghe's size to make up for the ones that weren't fitting too well, and, at Shizun's dispassionate head tilt, Luo Binghe was really left with no option but to wear them...
And, in that case, he should really make sure to fill them properly, right? Since they were such a kind gift from his shizun, and all.
I can't believe he's enabling this bullshit, Meng Mo groaned. The conquering! The women! Where?!
Luo Binghe pulled the bow at her back tighter, admiring the plumpness that was starting to fill her bust.