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Shen Yuan never asked for this.
He never asked to choke to death on a stupid, stale bun while raging at the worst fucking dumbfuck stupid-ass novel that Shen Yuan has ever disgraced his own fucking eyes with. He never asked to see Proud Immortal Demon's Way and he never asked to know that there existed, in this world, something so bad that he would die in a rage about it.
He never asked for his soul to be pulled from the darkness of his own corpse and stuffed into one of the nameless, boring incubi-merman hybrids that populated the pool outside of Madam Meiyin's cave full of naked women.
(Which, by the way, wasn't even the dumbest part of that chapter, if Shen Yuan was going to be completely honest with himself.)
The cave full of succubi being naked—sure, Shen Yuan could understand that. The purpose was that these women used their bodies and their sexuality to steal the life force of stupid, horny, pig-headed men. The incubus in the pool? The fact that the incubus had a tail?! And was a fucking merman?!?! Honestly he wished he could meet Airplane at this point because Shen Yuan would dig his new-found little claws into each of Airplane's shoulders and drown him in the pointless fucking waters of the Madam Meiyin's dumb little pool.
But he can't.
So he doesn't.
Not least of all because Shen Yuan has been stuck in the pool since the moment he transmigrated into this stupid book with a System that barely talks to him only giving him exactly one (1) quest: [SAVE THE WAR GOD]
How was Shen Yuan supposed to do that?
He has been in this stupid body for what seems like around a year and a half already, uncertain of where or when was in the timeline of Proud Immortal Demons Way. He could only track the passing of time based on the filtering sun and moonlight that crept through the trees and diffused across the surface of his pool. He knows that they hadn't reached the chapter where Luo Binghe comes and ravages every single untouched, virginal succubus (ending up with three to four succubi wives). He had asked if they had seen him on one the mornings early on in his venture and the meimeis who brush their hair naked while sitting on the ledge of his pool simply shook their head and poked his nose and asked if they should send this Luo Binghe to him if he ever comes.
(Shen Yuan had taken great offense to this. The unnamed merman incubus of PIDW had been speared through by Xin Mo and turned into sashimi for Binghe's date!! No thank you!)
The endless cycle of days turned into nights into days. Shen Yuan eats the fish that are dumped into the pool by Madam Meiyin, bares his teeth at skinny-looking and easily-frightened cultivators who come seeking Madam Meiyun's head, and floats about sullenly as he watches the progress bar on his quest refuse to budge.
0%.
Shen Yuan can't believe that not only has he been cursed to live a second, pointless life in the ponds of a succubus, but he's also been given a glitchy System with a stupid, uncompleteable quest.
He drifts one evening, as the light begins to thin above his pool, down to the very bottom of the stone pond that he has made his home in. Driven, evidently, by some kind of aquatic urges, Shen Yuan had long-since made himself a nest of fallen wood, stones, and little pieces of pretty things that the meimei's from the caverns above have given him. There are scraps of water-logged fabric that he keeps wrapped over the stones and sharp edges of the wood, pressed into the furthest corner of the pool, around where some weeds and flora have grown to create a delicate, soft bed.
It isn't the bedroom in his family home, but it'll do.
He huffs, a collection of bubbles floating up from his gills, and waves a hand to summon the flickering green display of The System.
Liu Qingge was murdered by his shixiong (the bastard, evil, fucking scum of the EARTH villain, Shen Qingqiu) in the Ling Xi Caves as far as Shen Yuan recalled from the series. If Shen Yuan was transmigrated into the years before Liu Qingge died, there was no way that Shen Yuan could actually get to him. Like all mermen, Shen Yuan assumes, his fleshy, humanoid torso ends at approximately his hips. From there, his tail is a long, shimmering green—not terribly unlike the color of the lotus flower before it blossoms. It's pale enough that when Shen Yuan stays still in the cool waters of the pool that sometimes even he cannot see it between the reeds and the packed-earth floor. His tail is lined with delicate, gauzy fins that he can make ripple at his command, and his chest, arms, and face are accented at their thinnest points by the same color scales as his tail. The same kind of long, flowing fins have replaced his ears, and follow the line of his arms from his wrist to his elbows and trail all the way down his back.
As far as Shen Yuan knows, he looks the same in the rest of the face—albeit The System helpfully fixed his eyesight enough so that he didn't need glasses anymore.
This is all to say that even if Shen Yuan could drag himself with his hands across the earth, even if Shen Yuan could avoid any wandering cultivators who didn't want to spitroast him or turn him into mincemeat or sell him to the highest bidder—the long and delicate fins would certainly get caught on the sharp rock, brambles, and splintered tree branches!
A terrible fate!!
Shen Yuan glowers at the screen before him, muttering under his breath about the stupid, glitchy System and its stupid, impossible quests. As he raises one clawed hand to sweep it away, the progress bar does something it has not done since the moment that Shen Yuan woke up in this pool.
It moves.
5%.
Above Shen Yuan, he swears he hears something. It sounds like shrill, high-pitched laughter followed by some kind of furious shout.
His brows knit as he turns his face up towards the fading rays of light that struggle to pierce through the water.
What? Was the War God himself just going to fall into Shen Yuan's pool?
Shen Yuan has no more time to think after this thought flickers across his mind, as a body proceeds to hurl itself down into the suddenly-displaced waters. The wave of movement slams through Shen Yuan, throwing him softly (and totally not at all scrambling) into the smooth, stone wall of the pool as he fights to figure out which way is up again. He's pretty sure he hasn't got it as his wood-wrapped clothes and the little pieces of shining jewelry that his meimeis have given him all begin to drift down past his eyes as his tail curves towards the setting sun.
Ahead of him, a very, very angry man glares with his cheeks comically puffed up.
And Shen Yuan makes two, very quick observations:
1) This is not the War God of Bai Zhan Peak. Shen Yuan doesn't even need to catch his name to know that! The War God—Liu Qingge, to real fans of the series—is a martial expert the likes of which the world has never seen. He should be grizzled and scarred, with thick-corded muscles stuffed under robes that he constantly looks like he should be bursting out of.
2) This is almost exactly what some horrible disrespectful fans on forums theorized what Liu Mingyan would look like without her veil. Shen Yuan himself never contemplated this. It was not his duty to disrespect a woman by imagining her without clothes of any sort!
But the people of the internet demanded that the posts be there and Shen Yuan had hopped into the comments to defend the virtue of the Superior Wife—which meant that he did have to read at least some of it, okay? And from what he could tell, the individual tumbling into his pool was almost exactly spot-on, right down to the birthmark beneath an eye and the breathless beauty that seemed to grasp Shen Yuan 'round the heart.
From the long, slender fingers of the beauty's hand, a glimmering sword slips and falls towards the bottom of the pool. It's a beautiful and tremendous silver thing, with the fine engravings of a phoenix coiled around the hilt. That, Shen Yuan recalls from the book. The sword that Liu Mingyan would one day wield.
He draws a conclusion pretty quickly: obviously in order to escape some kind of terrible plot, Liu Mingyan dressed herself up as a man and battled her way through the succubi knowing that she would be immune to their feminine wiles as any level-headed, heterosexual woman would be. She was probably even here to keep her shidi and shixiong from other peaks from having to face the succubi! How clever! The twisted face of the beauty pinched in rage and Shen Yuan could only wince in apology.
Of all the ways to see Liu Mingyan's face, it had to be like this?! The shame… the shame!
The beauty stares as Shen Yuan rights himself in the water, her soft-looking and delicate lips parting as if she is about to yell at him—rightfully so, really—but a quick, thoughtless intake of water instead leaves her struggling.
Mindful of her clothing to ensure that Shen Yuan does not touch a single centimeter of the skin that Luo Binghe himself would later touch, Shen Yuan wraps his arms around the drowning maiden and kicks his tail to push them both towards the surface. He whispers a thousand small apologies to Liu Mingyan, Luo Binghe, and his future self for whatever he's going to have to endure—but surely saving the future bride of The Protagonist is better than letting her drown, right? Right?!
They breach the surface together, Shen Yuan's long, ink-black hair arcing over the halo of the setting sun as Liu Mingyan's falls wet and limp against her skin. She writhes and trembles in his arms, the muscular length of her body shockingly strong despite her slight stature. Shen Yuan silently chastises himself for his obvious internalized misogyny. Liu Mingyan is a talented cultivator in her own right, of course she would be strong!
Liu Mingyan coughs, a low and rasping sound as she wheezes for breath. One cough, and then another, and then Shen Yuan's face jerks to the right as a mean left hook collides with his jaw.
"Fuck!" He bites, fumbling to keep hold of Liu Mingyan to keep her from tumbling back down into the water.
In his arms, the sodden beauty finally sucks in a stable enough breath to shout. "You! Beast of the Waters!"
And…
Well.
There are two options.
1) Shen Yuan has been gravely mistaken about the internal voice that he has, in his head, used for Liu Mingyan over the course of the entire series. He had really imagined a woman of her caliber would have a gentle and pleasing voice, and not the gruff and irritated voice of a man riddled with violent tendencies.
or
2) Shen Yuan has been gravely mistaken about what the War God of Bai Zhan Peak looks like.
One of these responses is quickly confirmed twofold. First, when Shen Yuan helpfully recalls that the blade that Liu Mingyan would later wield famously belonged to her brother. And second, as The System happily encases them in an invisible-to-all-but-him spray of color and confetti.
[ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ STAGE ONE OF QUEST "SAVE THE WAR GOD" COMPLETE! STAGE TWO "PURGING OF THE POISON" HAS BEGUN! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ]
Leave it to Airplane to write a War God and make him look like this, Shen Yuan supposes around the same time that Liu Qingge attempts to strike him. Again. This time Shen Yuan expects it and tips his head to the back.
"Ah!" He manages, choking down the urge to swear once again. "Let me bring you back to the—" Shen Yuan's gaze casts over to the ledge, where the nude bodies of the succubi meimeis are lying with their bellies and breasts pressed flush against the stone and their bare feet happily kicking up behind them. They all look like stereotypical young girls at a sleepover.
Shen Yuan frowns, turning his eyes back towards the other side of the pool where another set of succubi are waiting.
"Uh."
"Was this your plan?" Liu Qingge snaps, his teeth bared as he draws back for another blow before Shen Yuan drops him in the water on instinct.
Fuck!
Shen Yuan bolts back down after Liu Qingge as the apparently unbouyant man drops down like a rock under the rippling surface of the water. He catches him under the waves once again and this time… this time there's something else in his gaze. Maybe it's because the water isn't very still, or maybe it's because of a whole, and all-consuming rage at Shen Yuan dropping him, but Liu Qingge looks as pink as a perfectly ripe peach under the waves.
Briefly, Shen Yuan considers leaving him there to swim out on his own—but something in the dazed expression that seems suck to his face tells Shen Yuan that doing so just may be a bad idea. Plus, Shen Yuan can't actually leave the Bai Zhan War God to drown in an incubus pool, can he?! Of course not! Not only would that be insanely disrespectful to someone of Liu Qingge's status, but imagine the controversy that would befall the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect if they were to find out? They might send someone after him!
Or worse! Imagine the stories that would be written about someone as cool and interesting as Liu Qingge!!
This time, Shen Yuan apologizes in his mind for picking up a man like Liu Qingge in such an effeminate fashion. With one arm hooked under his knees and the other behind his back, Shen Yuan takes him deeper into the reeds where the curious succubi couldn't watch them. It wouldn't be any good to throw a man as red-blooded as Liu Qingge back onto the surface so he could fight them. First of all, Shen Yuan likes those young women. It isn't their fault they were written into a shitty porno novel! They have always been nice to him and Shen Yuan would actually really hate to see anything happen to them. Plus… plus he already has to hear when they uh… entertain… dinner guests… and something churns in his stomach at the idea of him hearing them debase and debauch the pure and manly figure of Liu Qingge.
So instead, he deposits Liu Qingge down into the remains of the nest he built at the bottom of the pool and provides him with one of the few abilities that Shen Yuan recalls this specific kind of demon having in the novel. The Water Breathing Embrace of Bliss.
As both Proud Immortal Demons Way and a helpful reminder from The System claim, the Water Breathing Embrace of Bliss is capable of granting a mortal the ability to breathe and speak under water for up to around two incense times. It had a few other side-effects if Shen Yuan recalled, but most of them amounted to really wanting to eat something fishy for a few hours after, and hacking up water for the next day.
Somehow, the book, Luo Binghe solved both with sex.
But Shen Yuan figures that Liu Qingge can grab a steamed fish on the road back to Cang Qiong Mountain and cough himself silly! So he, without a second though, grants the Water Breathing Embrace of Bliss.
Liu Qingge makes a confused noise as Shen Yuan provides this gift, but he relaxes into it after a slight push of energy from Shen Yuan.
It really does make sense of Shen Yuan that Liu Qingge's mouth is warm and giving when Shen Yuan provides the gift, his lips parting to allow for Shen Yuan's long and split tongue to coat the backs of his teeth and his soft and hard palette with the thick, viscous coating that imbues the gift within the flesh. Shen Yuan licks it all over the inside of Liu Qingge's mouth, keeping them sealed together with one hand on the back of Liu Qingge's head and the other curled around his waist to hold him closer. Even his tail wraps around Liu Qingge's legs, thoroughly winding them together to keep them balanced together.
They stay in the embrace for long enough that Liu Qingge's hands smooth up to the front of Shen Yuan's chest. Shen Yuan feels a touch of guilt knowing that he doesn't have anything to offer and sure, on the surface, the Water Breathing Embrace of Bliss may seem like a kiss (it is not!! It is an exchange of saliva that is designed to impart the natural water breathing capabilities of an undersea demon onto a mortal!!!) and of course it would be natural for a man like Liu Qingge to seek out the breasts of a woman while being perhaps-maybe-not-really kissed.
One of his hands stays lingering on the left side of Shen Yuan's pectoral, while the other winds around and finds the ends of Shen Yuan's hair.
Shen Yuan stays like that, twisting his tongue with Liu Qingge's and tasting the edge of spit mixed with the salt-sweet taste of his pool, until he is certain that Liu Qingge is breathing comfortably on his own. Only then does he pull back, the thick spit from his own mouth still caught between them before the waves whisk it away.
"What—" Liu Qingge chokes, his voice distorted slightly by the waves. Shen Yuan puffs out a breath, simply quite pleased that it worked. "What did you do to me?"
"It's the Water Breathing Embrace of Bliss," Shen Yuan tells him. "I thought if we stayed down here long enough that the succubi on the edge of the pool would get bored, then they'll leave and go find someone else to bother." A moment passes where Liu Qingge simply stares at Shen Yuan, his face contorted with a confused expression mixed so heavily with an evident rage tinted with something that Shen Yuan quite simply cannot recognize. "Then you can leave."
"What did—why do I—" Liu Qingge manages, his fingers tightening against Shen Yuan's skin like a kitten clinging onto its mother. "Feel—"
"Does the Embrace make you feel strange?" Shen Yuan asks, his brows knitting as he tries to recall anything that might be helpful about his knowledge of the Embrace. As far as Shen Yuan recalls, it had been basically harmless except for the fish thing.
Helpfully, The System blinks up in front of him, the greenish glow distorting Liu Qingge's expression.
[THE WATER BREATHING EMBRACE OF BLISS IS NON-TOXIC. SIDE EFFECTS INCLUDE: A CRAVING FOR FRESH, SOFT SEAFOOD, MINOR PULMONARY ASPIRATION, AND TACHYCARDIA. (－‸ ლ)]
Shen Yuan schools his face as he reads the text as quickly as he can. Is it the tachycardia? He tries to ask The System, as Liu Qingge wobbles in his arms. Each movement grinds the hilt of his sword into the delicate spot on Shen Yuan's scales, just to the left of his right hip.
[NO.] The System unhelpfully replies. [WOULD USER 002 LIKE A REFRESHER ON THE NATURE OF MADAM MEIYIN'S POOL? YES NO]
His pool?!
Shen Yuan quickly hovers his gaze over the YES button until the screen disappears and replaces itself with a description of the pool. Blah blah blah, Shen Yuan skims over most of the scene, already annoyed with the shitty, purple prose and the detailed description of every single nipple that Luo Binghe looks at on every single succubus throwing herself at him. He feels himself getting dumber as he reads, eyes slipping down the page until it lands on one of Luo Binghe's suddenly brilliant flashes of recollection from one of the books he read when he was younger.
Luo Binghe had recalled some legend about the fabled history of Madam Meiyin's pool—specifically about the fact that anyone who falls into will become overcome with an intense desire that could only be quelled by a subject of their attraction.
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
[THE SYSTEM IS INCAPABLE OF CRAFTING FALSEHOODS ABOUT THE PROUD IMMORTAL DEMONS WAY CANON.]
You have got to be fucking kidding him.
[NO.]
Yes!
[THE SYSTEM IS INCAPABLE OF CRAFTING—]
Shen Yuan dismissed the window with a huff, looking up towards the surface of the pool. Maybe if he confiscates the sword and sends Liu Qingge up there, one of the succubi will be his type? Probably. As far as Shen Yuan can tell, there seems to be a young woman of any sort inside the cavern itself. And, really, succubi are capable of changing their appearance, so even if someone isn't really what Liu Qingge wants then they can change to suit it, right?
Ugh. The guilt at forcing one of the young women that he has gotten so close with to pay for his indiscretions by sleeping with Liu Qingge makes his stomach churn! It isn't her fault that he didn't realize that a cultivator was going to come falling into his pool! Really! He could have stopped him before he hit the water or something! Or if it was because he inhaled the water, then Shen Yuan could have stopped him from doing just that! Ugh, this is his fault isn't it? And he can't just kick the can down the road.
And while it isn't like the succubi on the surface are against the general idea of sex with strange men, Shen Yuan would feel awful for forcing them to take one that they hadn't hand-picked the way they do the rest of their prey. His stomach turning over itself, Shen Yuan bubbles up a sigh as he reaches around and slowly pats Liu Qingge's back.
"You've been dosed with the pool water," Shen Yuan tells him, urging Liu Qingge's trembling and rocking body closer to coil around him. "Do you uh… does it hurt?"
System? How long does it take Madam Meiyin's Pool Water to leave someone's system without being… you know?
[THE EFFECTS OF THE POOL WATER SUBSIDE AFTER 48 HOURS, PRESUMING THE SUBJECT SURVIVES! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞]
Presuming what?!
[PRESUMING THAT THE SUBJECT SURVIVES! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞]
Shit. That would not do very well for Shen Yuan's goal of trying to "Save the War God" or whatever else the quest is called. Shen Yuan shuffles slightly. It… it would be like jerking himself off, right? That's totally fine. Shen Yuan is pretty sure that he's heard of something like that before, right? About how sometimes in emergency situations, bros will help each other out with a hand…
Shen Yuan is like… completely sure that this is something that people do! Exercising and sports tends to cause a lot of endorphins, which can make people erect without their will or knowledge and sometimes it's just easier to just help each other out. Shen Yuan breathes carefully, steeling himself to defile the War God. He'll take the sword off of Liu Qingge's belt and then see where to go. Shen Yuan wriggles his hand down between them, taking Liu Qingge's hilt in hand and giving a quick pull to remove it.
It's around the time that Liu Qingge makes a gored, animalistic gasp that Shen Yuan once again makes two distinct connections.
1) Swords do not twitch and kick when grabbed and tugged with one firm but gentle hand.
2) Liu Qingge had dropped his sword to the bottom of the pool when he had fallen. Shen Yuan had seen it fall from his fingertips and land in the silt and the dirt.
Shen Yuan freezes, holding onto the hard, stiff thing in the cool cup of his palm. Liu Qingge does not freeze. In fact, Liu Qingge does the distinct opposite of freezing. Liu Qingge rolls his hips forward, shoving the stiff, hard thing further into Shen Yuan's grasp.
It's around this time that Shen Yuan realizes that he most certainly is not holding Liu Qingge's sword.
Well—at least Shen Yuan doesn't need to be worried about working himself up to grab another man's cock. Swallowing around the strange, feverish knot in his throat, Shen Yuan grips Liu Qingge harder, listening to the properly gutted noise that explodes out of the center of Liu Qingge's chest.
It… well. Shen Yuan at least can be comforted that he's doing well! Using the noises to encourage himself further, Shen Yuan strokes with the same awkward angle that he had first grabbed Liu Qingge with. It seems to work well enough, with the small amount of space Liu Qingge still has to move within being used to rock and rut and grind into Shen Yuan's hand. The flush of pride for being apparently a natural in giving hand jobs starts to fill Shen Yuan with a heady and blinding warmth that begins to pulse through his veins.
Liu Qingge leans forward, pressing his forehead into the smooth scales at the crest of Shen Yuan's shoulders.
"Is that helping?" Shen Yuan breathes, his gills fluttering with the shivering he feels coming from his own aquatic respiratory system. He shifts, releasing Liu Qingge just enough to push aside Liu Qingge's robes to find the ties that hold his pants up. "Um. Would you like me to…"
"Fuck!" Liu Qingge grits, his slick, warm lips moving against Shen Yuan's scales. "I—please—it—"
Shen Yuan does as he is bid immediately, his claw cutting through the tie as he immediately shoves the sodden, wet fabric down under the springing erection that bobs free from the fabric. He leaves the pants open so that Shen Yuan can redress him if needed later. Liu Qingge has one of those pristine, perfect cocks that Shen Yuan has seen in the pornography that Shen Yuan had glanced at a few times in passing. And occasionally watched, of course. Shen Yuan is a man—though, Shen Yuan hasn't ever seen pornography with women in it. He wouldn't ever participate in the objectification of women in such a way.
Liu Qingge's cock curves towards his belly, thick and flushed and he appears to be drooling at the sticky-slick head already. It's hard to tell with the waters of the pool drawing it away immediately. Shen Yuan feels himself driven to touch it regardless, testing the heat and the oozing precome. It's slick and warm against his fingertips, still clinging to his skin as he draws his hand back down over the smooth and velvety shaft of Liu Qingge's cock. It really is the most handsome cock that Shen Yuan has seen. He feels transfixed as his mouth fills with saliva and that delicate space between his pelvic fins begins to pulse with a warm heat.
Shen Yuan hasn't felt that very many times in the past few months. He had experimented with his own anatomy a time or two thus far, for the scientific aspect of examining the details of this new body he was in, of course. He had found a soft slit of flesh between his scales that houses both of his twin cocks and a small opening that Shen Yuan presumes is made for some kind of potential insertion.
Because of course a stupid, horny author would write in a hole to fuck, even for males.
It's obvious that it's only the transitive effect of the waters leaking into Shen Yuan as well—like a contact high from being around too many people who were intoxicated. Shen Yuan feels his heart beating faster and faster as his wrist twists and Liu Qingge jerks, another spurt of precome painting the front of Shen Yuan's pelvic scales.
Drawn forth by the nature of his own body, Shen Yuan feels his scales part the moment the fluid lands on him and… well.
It would be faster like this, right?
It would be faster and it would be better.
The hole that sits beneath Shen Yuan's cocks is kinda like a pussy, right? It's wet and it's slick and it's tight and maybe Liu Qingge would like that. Maybe it would be close enough to a cunt that Liu Qingge wouldn't even really know the difference?
"I'll make it better," Shen Yuan swears, steeling himself as he draws forward. His cocks uncoil from his sheath, two long and thick tendrils that immediately reach to press and curl at Liu Qingge's cock. Shen Yuan's own chest hitches as they wind around the rigid length of Liu Qingge's erection, squeezing him tight and bringing the head bumping against the soft entrance tucked just beneath them.
Shen Yuan leaves it in the hands of his cock as he winds his arms around Liu Qingge's shoulders and nuzzles into the side of his face. It's better this way. It's definitely better for Liu Qingge! Liu Qingge would be used to topping women, right? He would be used to fucking women. Shen Yuan has something like a cunt, he can do this.
The head of Liu Qingge's cock is wide and blunt, nudging and sliding awkwardly against the twitching, sensitive slit. Shen Yuan can't keep himself from gasping, a natural response to a delicate part of his body being invaded of course. He feels the sparks of pleasure washing down the length of his tail, leaving his fins shivering and pressing closer to his body as if attempting to wrap the two of them up and hold them steady.
"Big," Shen Yuan grunts, as his cocks work to wedge Liu Qingge's weeping cock into the grasping cunt beneath his cocks. The cockhead pops in after a few more moments of work—and Shen Yuan canting his hips forward to help guide him along. The stretch is blinding for a moment, forcing Shen Yuan open further and further along until Shen Yuan can feel him pushing at the internal walls. For a brief, hysterical moment, he wonders if maybe this isn't what he's supposed to be doing—if he isn't supposed to be shoving anything up this hole, let along a fucking cock!
[THE ENTRANCE YOU ARE USING IS REFERRED TO AS THE CLOACAL CANAL, IT IS USED FOR ACCEPTING AND HOLDING THE EGGS OF—]
Okay!!
Enough!!!
Shen Yuan fights to dismiss The System as Liu Qingge nudges his cock deeper and deeper into Shen Yuan's body until he splits and molds Shen Yuan's cunt to the shape of his cock.
"A—What—" Liu Qingge chokes, rubbing his cheek and nudging his face into the crook of Shen Yuan's throat. His fingers scramble around the rise of Shen Yuan's shoulders, sweeping up and down the length of him as if seeking something to anchor himself onto. "Your name?"
It's gasping and wet each time that Liu Qingge breathes or groans or moans into him and Shen Yuan could probably remember the feeling of this the rest of his life. If anything, Shen Yuan almost feels a prickle of jealousy at other women who may have experienced the beauty that is the sensation of Liu Qingge grinding within him. He feels his body give way for Liu Qingge, holding them flush together and flexing and clenching down on Liu Qingge's cock.
Shen Yuan had never had sex with anyone before, though he doesn't—well—this isn't sex, right? This is just helping someone out. It isn't like he's the one inside of Liu Qingge, pushing him open on the tendrils that have now released Liu Qingge's cock to instead smear and coil around his body. One—the longer one, with ridges down the length, curls around the place where they're joined to circle around and toy with the soft, delicate flesh of Liu Qingge's stones. The other tendril presses between the thighs that Shen Yuan's tail holds tight together. It rocks between his thighs with the same beat and the same ferocity with which Liu Qingge fucks his cock into the tight, vice-like grip of Shen Yuan's body.
At once, Shen Yuan can feel every single fucking sensation of his body. He can feel the slick pull and push of the cock grinding inside of him and fucking deep to spread his cunt open again and again and again. He fucks himself down onto Liu Qingge's cock as his own tendril fucks between his thighs, spreading a thick and slimy slick across his flesh as he feels the tight heat bleeding through him and consuming him and consuming him.
Shen Yuan bites back a groan as he presses his face into the pool-slick and warm skin at Liu Qingge's shoulder. He reminds himself that this isn't for him. This is just to take the edge off for Liu Qingge. This is just to make sure that he can make it through this fucking stupid pool-sex-pollen plot and get back to the mountain to be the fucking War God still. It's just to make sure that he doesn't lose his dignity.
It's just to make sure that Liu Qingge can stay cool and untouchable.
It's just to help someone out.
That's it.
That's all.
Shen Yuan feels his peak rush forward, his body lashing tighter and tight around Liu Qingge as he feels himself clamp down as if his cunt plans on never letting Liu Qingge go—for a moment, the demonic part of his mind flashes to a potential future where he buries his teeth into the skin of Liu Qingge's shoulder and uses this opportunity to clamp down and consume him. His mouth fills with spit as he drives himself forward and bites hard into the skin.
That's as far as he lets himself go, digging his fangs into meat until he tastes blood spreading—copper-thick and warm—over his tongue.
And Shen Yuan doesn't know which happens first. Either the spasming heat of pleasure rushes through him like a wave, slamming into Shen Yuan and leaving him gasping as he wrings himself out around Liu Qingge's cock and between his thighs—his cunt drooling the slick that he produces at the same time that his cock flexes and kicks and paints the back of Liu Qingge's thighs and the curve of his ass. Or the heat flooding him—the kick of Liu Qingge's cock and the strangled, keening cry that presses into his skin.
Maybe they happened at the same time, or maybe once one began the other was inevitable.
Shen Yuan presses his mouth to Liu Qingge's once more to slide another layer of the Embrace between the two of them. Liu Qingge's gaze does not sharpen, even as he softens and slips out of Shen Yuan's body. A thin, pale trail of come catches in the swirling waters and carries between them. He tries not to think about how it'll be in his water for so long.
He cleans Liu Qingge up with scraps of cloth to the best of his ability, eventually popping up to brave the tittering and giggling meimeis that linger around the pool to ask for something to help clean him up. He was given a few more rags, which Shen Yuan disappeared back to help clean up.
Eventually, Liu Qingge falls asleep in the coil of Shen Yuan's tail, hidden in his nest beneath the waves as Shen Yuan counts down the minutes for the Embrace.
How long after the pool's effects wear off does it take for someone to become vulnerable to it again?
The sickly green glow of The System flickers to life at once.
[THE BODY IS CAPABLE OF RESISTING THE EFFECTS OF MADAM MEIYIN'S POOL FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS AFTER CLEARING THE TOXIN OUT OF THE SYSTEM.]
Good.
Shen Yuan flicks the screen off. He can check the quest progress in the morning.
…well.
He waits a moment before he waves his hand again.
The System silently returns.
Is there a way to prevent it from happening?
[(◕‿◕)♡ REGULAR USAGE OF THE WATER BREATHING EMBRACE OF BLISS COMBINED WITH ACTIVITIES THAT CAUSE HEIGHTENED HEART RATES AND BLOOD PRESSURE TO CIRCULATE THE WATER BREATHING EMBRACE OF BLISS CAN BE USED TO MITIGATE THE EFFECTS. ♡(◕‿◕)]
The screen blinks once again.
[IF USER 002 LIKES, THE SYSTEM CAN TELL HIM ABOUT THE FRUIT OF EVERLASTING WATER BREATHING ^.~]
Shen Yuan glances down at the sleeping War God in his lap.
"Sure," he sighs, breathing out loud.
If he kept Liu Qingge here a little bit longer… well. Maybe he could skip the whole Shen Qingqiu and Ling Xi Caves part.