The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System fic

Mobei Jun x Shang Qinghua, about 4,800 words

MBJ/SQH established relationship. There’s an argument, they have makeup sex later.

This oneshot won’t make as much sense unless you read Sanctuary(oneshot) first.

Sorry for the delay, I was distracted by a dozen ideas and the pressure of thinking this sequel won’t match up to the first, but I still gotta write it.

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Shang Qinghua was gifted the artifact necklace by Mobei Jun, who inarguably said that the An Ding Peak Lord needed it more. It was true enough because Mobei Jun could simply fight or flee himself out of most dangerous situations while Shang Qinghua was better off using the artifact’s powers to teleport away to safety. Ever since then, Shang Qinghua wore the magical and golden article of jewelery that resembled a collar, only leaving it by his side when he had to sleep, or unless he had to take it off for some reason, such as when he had to bathe, or Mobei Jun wanted to kiss his collarbone, and sometimes it was for both these reasons at once, and such a thing was good to experience in the peaks’ current hot weather.

Shang Qinghua wore the necklace publicly and it was discrete enough when its runes weren’t activated, albeit slightly too flashy for someone like Shang Qinghua to wear. He’s received a compliments on it and when asked, he had said his lover gave it to him, but in turn had gotten understanding looks that said “there’s no need to make things up, just say you treated yourself to a nice accessory”. He didn’t know he looked so undateable, but he was taken, really.

Most people didn’t know what wearing the artifact meant, but Shang Qinghua did. It was Mobei Jun claiming him. He was certain it was like the thing BDSM couples did, where the sub couldn’t exactly wear a collar in public so they went for something subtler, like a choker, but that meant the sub was always wearing the symbolic collar that meant they are owned by their Dom. Most people wouldn’t think a choker was a collar, but the sub and Dom would both know and there was something thrilling about making the relationship at once obvious and not obvious. Shen Yuan informed him he really wished he didn’t know about Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun’s relationship but he unfortunately did.

Shang Qinghua was in a relationship. There were things he had to say to Mobei Jun, stuff to show him.

“There’s something I have to show you. Can you promise me you won’t get enraged?” Shang Qinghua asked.

Mobei Jun made no such promise, and instead demanded that whatever it was, Shang Qinghua had to show him now, immediately.

Shang Qinghua does.

The something turned out to be a building, one of the many on the rather large Cang Qiong Mountain.

What made this building and its room unusual was its design.

Shang Qinghua showed Mobei Jun the blueprints.

It was a building especially designed to trap an ice demon within its walls. A prison for this purpose.

Features included flowing lava, sun’s rays strengthening mirrors, huge furnaces, ice destroying salt and hot oil, and of course chains and arrays.

“It was designed to imprison me.” Mobei Jun said, his cool voice belying rage. Shang Qinghua could hear the unspoken words. This should have been long destroyed by you or not have been created at all. The papers were promptly frozen, and then smashed into a billion small pieces.

Shang Qinghua immediately fell upon his explanations. It was designed to imprison an ice demon, not Mobei Jun specifically. There were multiple ice demons, like his uncle, Linguang Jun. Shang Qinghua was weak, he couldn’t have prevented this building from being built because it was the idea of people higher up on the peaks’ command chain. They had the ideas and the resources and Shang Qinghua could not simply destroy this entire building alone, people would notice and besides he had –

Shang Qinghua’s words are suddenly cut off by Mobei Jun’s voice and Shang Qinghua could see that Mobei Jun had had enough and his feelings were overflowing messily, like when a bunch of ice was dumped into an already full container of water. Shang Qinghua could understand, after all, he was the one who had written Mobei Jun’s childhood trauma of being chased by cultivators and threatened with the possibility of being locked away in Huan Hua Palace’s Water Prison for life.

Mobei Jun gave Shang Qinghua a firm, silencing slap, then he turned around, saying, “I don’t want to see your face.”

The familiar words stabbed Shang Qinghua’s heart.

Mobei Jun left in a huff and Shang Qinghua knew he had been let off easy.

Shang Qinghua was distracted the following day. People see the red slap mark on his face, his depressed expression, clear lack of necklace and asked if his lover had broken up with him. Mobei Jun had not said anything about breaking up with him but Shang Qinghua had put away the necklace, worried that he would be tempted into using it and allowing it to send him to Mobei Jun, who didn’t want to see his face.

Mobei Jun didn’t want to see Shang Qinghua but Shang Qinghua wanted to see Mobei Jun. He suddenly wished that he had his phone and he impossibly hoped it contained Mobei Jun’s selfies, or a standard couples’ photograph with peace signs or rabbit ears in front of some famous landmark like the entrance to the demon mausoleum or the tall tower in Huayue City that brother Peerless Cucumber had fallen from.

Shang Qinghua sat by a lake and looked for Mobei Jun’s face in the cracking patterns of the ice. He studiously does this for a whole fifteen minutes until he realized that there shouldn’t be ice in this place in this season.

He looked up hopefully, but there wasn’t Mobei Jun, instead it was Mobei Jun’s uncle, Linguang Jun, who was giving him the strangest look, like Shang Qinghua was the world’s biggest jackass, a rare and stupid creature that he, the hunter, had been observing for as long as Shang Qinghua had been in a daze, looking for his nephew’s visage in the ice he had created.

Fuck!

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Linguang Jun asked mockingly. His hands move, as if to say, if it’s death, I’ve got you covered.

Shang Qinghua thought, I have to use the artifact, now, immediately. He wasn’t wearing it.

Shang Qinghua doesn’t die because who should come out of the river that flowed into the lake except Luo Binghe, waving a fishing pole instead of a sword and looking extremely irritated. He yelled something about broken lines, sudden changes scaring a catch away, and his fear about how dinner was going to be ruined.

Linguang Jun called Luo Binghe a half-breed, but that didn’t meant he was capable of defeating him.

Things are okay until Liu Qingge showed up to target anyone was a demon or had demon blood.

The battle moves all over the place and deciding Shang Qinghua was in the way, Liu Qingge threw him into the building Shang Qinghua had showed Mobei Jun the blueprints of.

“You’ll be safe here,” Liu Qingge informed him and he left before Shang Qinghua could protest, he wouldn’t be, not really.

Things go from bad to worse when Linguang Jun strolled in to inform Shang Qinghua that he gotten away because Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge were fighting each other.

He activated his ice powers, probably to kill Shang Qinghua, but that resulted in the activation of the jail’s functions.

The lava flowed, the mirrors opened, the salt poured. Shackles appeared and locked on to the target.

Linguang Jun’s powers are shut off and Shang Qinghua hoped he wouldn’t notice something was off.

Linguang Jun frowned, upset to realize he had fallen into a specific trap.

This place was like building a paper cage to capture a bear, thought Shang Qinghua, who didn’t say a word.

But then one of the mirrors in the set-up that endlessly looped and increased the rays of the sun – it suddenly smashed.

Linguang Jun sniffed and then he actually licked a bit of “salt”.

Shang Qinghua’s heart dropped. Even if he didn’t speak. Linguang Jun probably already knew something was fishy about the building.

He was right because Shang Qinghua had sabotaged the building as it was being constructed. He did little things, like shifting powering stones, little moves like a centimeter but added up it made the arrays broken or easily broken. He buried saltpetre, a cooling agent, and changed some of the salt into sugar. He switched out the material of places in the wall for something that looked similar but was rubbish and weakened the wards.

Shang Qinghua hadn’t gotten a chance to tell Mobei Jun, who had been so hurt. This room, after all, was a form of betrayal, but Shang Qinghua had tried his best to render it useless. He really did try hard.

He did too good a job.

Linguang Jun’s expression revealed he could tell what the room was for and the fact it was very shoddily built. In short time he broke out of the pathetically weak chains and the anti-ice demon enchantments easily.

Shang Qinghua’s death was again delayed as Linguang Jun began an evil villain monologue because this building was just that funny.

He laughed and gloated about how badly formed the building was and its poor workmanship and how the people of Cang Qiong Sect were morons who don’t know what they were doing and how the main people in charge of this construction had shit for brains.(Shang Qinghua had been the the lead supplier.) He even insulted Shang Qinghua’s mom, which was really uncalled for.

Shang Qinghua missed the familiar comforting weight of the artifact he had been wearing before, and the demon who had formerly worn it. He wondered if he would have an intact corpse.

However, near the end of Linguang Jun’s words and as he’s about to end Shang Qinghua’s life, Mobei Jun entered the room and hit Linguang Jun, who was sent into the wall he was leaning on, which happened to accidentally activate an escape spell that completely ruined the building’s use for imprisonment.

“Uh, oops,” Shang Qinghua said and then he began to explain the implantation of that spell along with the dozens of other ways large and small he had used to compromise this building’s ability to hold anyone let alone how it was suppose to be for imprisoning ice demons in particular. He had noticed it, the look of fear in Mobei Jun’s eyes when he had stepped inside, perhaps afraid that once within he would never be able to leave.

But Mobei Jun doesn’t look at the room much, or even the place his uncle had disappeared at. He mostly looked at Shang Qinghua and drank in his features like someone who had, for a long time, walked a place like his title, a northern desert, and finally found what he had been seeking.

Shang Qinghua had been speaking for some time and by the end his throat was parched. He coughed.

Mobei Jun raised his cupped palm, and on it was cool water. This wasn’t the first time Mobei Jun had offered but Shang Qinghua’s cheeks still burned. He gratefully drank. Going down, the sensation was like having a cold blade against his throat, and he liked it.

Mobei Jun opened the collar of his robes.

Shang Qinghua shivered. Yes, he would like to do things too, but what if Liu Qingge or Luo Binghe or both were to enter this room? He was not into exhibitionism!

“You aren’t wearing the necklace,” Mobei Jun said. There was hurt, rejection, and a tint of anger. “You could have used it to escape from danger.”

“You said you didn’t want to see my face,” Shang Qinghua said, “I put it away because I would be too tempted otherwise. It’s in my room.”

Mobei Jun called him some creative variations on the word idiot, ordered Shang Qinghua to continue wearing the necklace if he wanted to continue wearing his neck and then left after straightening Shang Qinghua’s robes with practiced ease and saying that he’ll be seeing Shang Qinghua at his place at dinner time. Shang Qinghua knew he couldn’t travel to Mobei Jun’s territory that fast in time unless he used the golden necklace to teleport to him.

Shortly after he was gone, Liu Qingge arrived with Luo Binghe and both of them were holding equally large, ridiculously big fish. However, Shang Qinghua noted that the species Luo Binghe had caught was closest to a certain modern fish, the flavor of which was well liked by Peerless Cucumber. Shang Qinghua privately thought he wasn’t the only one getting laid tonight after dinner, or possibly during.

Liu Qingge promptly forgot his catch when he sees the state of the room and sniffed, likely catching the scent of burnt sugar in the air. He looked at the person who had been responsible for supplying the materials to this project. Liu Qingge opened his mouth and that was how Shang Qinghua ended up writing a report until dinner time.

He looked at his paper, where he spent a paragraph justifying how sugar was visually indistinguishable from salt, and that he understood that only one competently melted ice, but to tell he would have had to look in at it really close and what would happen if he were to accidentally sniff it and discovered it to be cocaine? Okay, there was no such drug in this world, but what if?

Shang Qinghua threw down his brush and fingered the golden collar-like piece of jewelery he had worn again the moment he had returned to his room. It wasn’t like he could concentrate anyway, his mind was on other things.

He inserted qi into the artifact and there was a familiar golden glow. His surroundings warped and changed.

He found himself reclined on a velvet cushion his size, on a long dinner table that held many covered dishes, and where only Mobei Jun was seated. There’s no servants around either. Shang Qinghua was naked of course, except for the necklace, because its magic only transported the user to a place of safety but not anything else the user wore.

Mobei Jun removed the necklace from Shang Qinghua and replaced it with a blindfold over his eyes.

Not only was Shang Qinghua blindfolded, he also felt his hands being bound, at the wrists and crossed over each other, above his head, then his legs too. The comfortable material didn’t chaff and he doubted it would hurt his blood circulation, it wasn’t ordinary restraints.

Mobei Jun formally announced that dinner would begin.

Shang Qinghua heard the sound of something being poured and scent confirmed it as tea. This was a meal, of course there was hot tea…it wasn’t that it got him going, he had already been half-hard before he ever arrived here.

Shortly, Shang Qinghua discovered his role. Mobei Jun’s plate.

Shang Qinghua shivered as chilled fruit was poured on him, judging by the textures and shapes there were several varieties. He still didn’t know what was what until Mobei Jun kissed his body, picked up pieces, and shared the food with him, skillfully passing it to him piece by piece. Shang Qinghua would think it unfair compared to how he had struggled to feed Mobei Jun medicine mouth-to-mouth in the past but it seemed like he was not the only one who had learned from the experiences. Mobei Jun was putting it to use. His tongue also traced and his teeth pressured interesting places across Shang Qinghua’s body.

Shang Qinghua tasted mango, strawberries, apple, lychee, kiwi and mandarin oranges. He also tasted the hot honey that Mobei Jun had poured over the fruit and his body. Shang Qinghua loved it. He had been craving sweet stuff ever since the the ice demon imprisonment building’s sugar that was suppose to be salt had messily fallen into the place’s poor quality lava. Even the brewed tea was a sweet variety, and among that sweet there was even a bit of salt when Mobei Jun restlessly bit Shang Qinghua’s bottom lip, causing it to bleed. He couldn’t tell what Mobei Jun’s expression was currently and speaking wasn’t what Shang Qinghua really wanted to use his lips for at the moment so he simply licked the blood up and shared something back, touched his tongue to Mobei Jun’s to say without words he wasn’t bothered by the little tear at all.

The little appetizer was followed by the main course, food-wise.

There’s long, thin and hot pieces of meat placed on Shang Qinghua and cold vegetables that he could even tell was lettuce, along with rice. He enjoyed the meat’s strong gamey taste and realized that it was venison. He and Mobei Jun were eating deer meat. Shang Qinghua vaguely wondered if it counted for cannibalism because the name had had thought of for Mobei Jun that was not the title Mobei Jun, contained the character “麒”(Qi) , which contained the character for deer, “鹿”(Lu). And “Qi” meant the male of the Qilin (麒麟) species, the deer-resembling creature that ranked exclusively for royal use, like the dragon and the phoenix. Ironically, Qilin were creatures known for their fire and gentleness.

Mobei Jun was relatively gentle at the moment though, his hands periodically touched Shang Qinghua’s body, to move things around, or to rub his body.

Shang Qinghua mostly focused on eating so he was too busy to pay attention to the state of other areas of his body, not to mention he was blindfolded, but he supposed he must look embarrassing, covered in who knew how many different juices. And there was that place between his legs. His hands weren’t free or he would have touched himself. Mobei Jun certainty wasn’t touching that certain part. He did sometimes breathe cold air over it before he’d consume more hot drink, not that it dissuaded Shang Qinghua for long.

At some point he had heard the sound of liquid pouring and the drink Shang Qinghua tasted on Mobei Jun’s lips wasn’t tea anymore but a hot spiced wine, which helped his already red face turn even redder.

Shang Qinghua received another surprise when it came time for dessert.

He’d suspected from the moment the scoops perfectly fell on his chest and the hot, thick sauce that came with it, but he had still thought it unlikely until Mobei Jun shared the flavor with him.

It was vanilla ice cream that even came with hot chocolate syrup!

Shang Qinghua was very excited to discover that Mobei Jun had created ice cream and chocolate syrup after hearing him describe them once. Ice cream was the other great love of Shang Qinghua’s life, the cold wife to the hot husband called ramen.

He aggressively dipped his tongue into Mobei Jun’s mouth to plunder all the ice cream he could, to the point Mobei Jun made a faintly surprised sound. Thankfully, he understood Shang Qinghua’s actions to mean more, and quicker.

It’s too much.

Shang Qinghua winced and had a reaction while eating the ice cream because he had eaten it too fast, getting brain freeze.

Mobei Jun made a sound of alarm.

“Huh?” Shang Qinghua said in confusion. The weight of ice cream disappeared from his body and he found himself unbound. His blindfold came off too.

The first thing he saw was Mobei Jun’s eyes, dark with desire, and heat burned In Shang Qinghua’s body from the thought that Mobei Jun must have been looking at him like that the entire time Shang Qinghua was being his plate. Among the desire lied concern. Shang Qinghua stared at Mobei Jun’s fascinatingly flushed cheeks.

“You were hurt by the ice cream,” Mobei Jun said.

“I’m okay,” Shang Qinghua said. He wanted to continue the meal just the way he was a moment ago. “Please tie me up again and put the blindfold back over my eyes…I want more ice cream.” He licked his lips. Looking down, he saw himself and sure enough he was a rainbow of liquids. The thing between his legs twitched.

Mobei Jun also noticed but his eyes returned to Shang Qinghua’s face, expression serious.

“The ice cream is bad, you were hurt.” Mobei Jun said, repeating himself.

“Ice cream is good and tasty.”

“It hurt you.”

“It’s delicious. I want more even if it hurts.” Shang Qinghua said, wondering if they were really talking about ice cream anymore. Daringly, he snatched the blindfold and wore it again himself.

Reaction came in the form of his legs and hands being bound again, which took longer this time.

However, disappointingly he experienced the sensation of what was unmistakably having steamed vegetables poured on him. He groaned in a way that was complaining and not at all erotic. Or so he thought. He ate a piece of leafy green and then the breath was kissed out of him. He noted the flavor of tea had returned.

“Um, I really want ice cream and not green things,” Shang Qinghua said once he capable of it.

Mobei Jun said something about the sugar and fat content of ice cream but Shang Qinghua continued to beg pitifully, until the vegetables were removed and replaced with a familiar cold texture.

The next time he tasted ice cream it wasn’t vanilla flavored but red bean. Shang Qinghua used his mouth very enthusiastically.

He’s freed after and shortly dragged outside and into a hot springs. The blindfold slipped off and Shang Qinghua marveled at the convenient self-purifying ability of the water, which washed off the traces of meal on his body. Not for the first time, or the hundredth, he thought it was one thing to write it and another to experience it himself.

Shang Qinghua hummed happily, a relaxing after dinner soak was wonderful.

Only he planned to relax, Mobei Jun on the other hand…

This large hot springs was a special place Mobei Jun cultivated in because he was hardcore!

Shang Qinghua laid in the spring, content with the warmth but also wanting to be naughty. The hot springs could clean itself, and he had a fine view of Mobei Jun’s nude body.

He doesn’t even get one stroke in before a strike disturbed the water, coming from the only other being inside it. The jet of pressure hit Shang Qinghua and he made a sound, it didn’t feel bad, the opposite in fact, it was very good. Mobei Jun could apparently tell the difference because he continued sending out carefully measured strikes from several places and in different directions, hitting various spots on Shang Qinghua’s body but mostly his back. This was how Shang Qinghua found himself having a luxury hot tub/jacuzzi experience in a xianxia setting.

The massaging jets of pressure and hot water leave Shang Qinghua supple, relaxed and loose-limbed and by the time Mobei Jun’s subdued cold presence settled against Shang Qinghua’s body, he marveled at how easy it was to enter him. Shang Qinghua wanted to protest that he wasn’t easy but he realized that he was, he was totally easy for Mobei Jun. Right now, Mobei Jun could order Shang Qinghua to call him grandfather and Shang Qinghua would. Well, he normally world, but at this moment he’d be happy about it. They have intimate relations in the hot springs and Shang Qinghua was once again thankful that it self-purified.

Upon leaving the hot springs, Shang Qinghua had the strangest feeling he had advanced in his cultivation somehow, though he doesn’t confirm it until later.

Shang Qinghua followed Mobei Jun into his bedroom, where he was handed the sleep robes that were kept for him.

Mobei Jun put on his own sleep robes and lied down on the bed. Shang Qinghua dressed and wondered if Mobei Jun overdid it by doing “that activity” with him while in the hot springs. He doubted Mobei Jun would admit it though.

Instead, Shang Qinghua reclined next to him and said he would like to be the one doing stuff to Mobei Jun if that was okay with him.

Mobei Jun nodded.

Shang Qinghua smiled, delighted, and as if presented with gifts, opened Mobei Jun’s robes and freely began touching him, nipples, abs, his sides, his thighs. Every little reaction from Mobei Jun extended the time of the smile on Shang Qinghua’s face. He thought Mobei Jun might say “Impudent!” or some similar phrase but Mobei Jun offered small sounds instead of words, and after the thighs, Shang Qinghua goes between them.

He wasn’t sure what to do and unfortunately he decided to try and take it in all at once and that goes badly because he gagged and teared up. Mobei Jun does say something now and commanded Shang Qinghua to take it slowly, no longer allowing him to attempt to fit Mobei Jun’s not so little brother into his mouth. Shang Qinghua ended up licking it like a popsicle instead and that worked fine. Mobei Jun even liked the pressure of teeth during, though Shang Qinghua thought he messed up, but actually he was not the only one with masochistic tendencies. Shang Qinghua worked until Mobei Jun came and to him it tasted like cool spearmint. He had wrote Mobei Jun to his preferences, and that included his favorite gum. Shang Qinghua loved reuniting with his modern favorites.

He carefully cleaned up and closed Mobei Jun’s robes, cuddling with him, admiring his sleep robes and how he could feel Mobei Jun through them and still retain warmth. Mobei Jun wasn’t asleep yet because he was seized with some thought and staring at Shang Qinghua.

“I want to eat ice cream for breakfast.” Shang Qinghua declared audaciously.

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” Mobei Jun replied. “Humans eat warm things for breakfast like porridge, steamed mantou, eggs, hot dumplings, or hot noodles,” He stressed the last one. His voice promised he could make Shang Qinghua any of these things. All of them.

“I want ice cream,” Shang Qinghua said stubbornly.

Mobei Jun remained silent for a period of time.

The next time he spoke, he started saying all the things he had done to Shang Qinghua that was sorry for.

Shang Qinghua treated it like a lullaby to fall asleep to. He paid attention and it also lulled him to sleep.

“Your voice is really nice,” Shang Qinghua grinned.

“… I’m naming all the times I’ve beaten you…”

“It’s a nice song… I’ll forgive you if you let me eat ice cream for breakfast.”

“Okay…”

Shang Qinghua snuggled closer and fell asleep.

In the morning, Shang Qinghua woke up first. Mobei Jun’s askew robes exposed pale flesh. Sleepily and absentmindedly he drew on Mobei Jun’s skin, treated it as paper and his finger the pen, leaving invisible marks only he knew the shape of. It was the same shape, over and over.

“What are you drawing?” Questioned a voice in a whisper.

“Hearts,” Shang Qinghua immediately answered, still lost in thought.

“Hearts? That isn’t the character for heart, nor are hearts shaped like that.”

“Um,” Shang Qinghua’s finger froze suddenly, after he finished the last shape. He blushed. This cultivation world was not aware of the image of a heart as it appeared in a deck of playing cards or in a teenage girl’s diary as she wrote them all around her crush’s name.

♡♡♡

…He had distractedly drawn such hearts on Mobei Jun.

These stupid hands sure have always brought him alot of trouble!

“Are hearts shaped like that?” Mobei Jun said wonderingly, and he loosened Shang Qinghua’s robes and placed his hand over where Shang Qinghua’s rested. Maybe his tone can be interpreted as, you need to see a real one. “Aren’t they more like – ” Mobei Jun lifted his hand and traced an oval-like shape on Shang Qinghua.

“This can also be a heart…” Shang Qinghua said, once again tracing the shape on Mobei Jun that was like two connected halves of a whole.

“Oh? And what does it mean?” Mobei Jun asked.

“It means I…love you,” Shang Qinghua said quietly because he meant it and also so Mobei Jun couldn’t think he had been trying to cast some weird magic on him with those shapes. His voice was soft but it had been said, and it had been heard. “The heart in me feels that about you, so I drew symbolic ones on you.”

“Oh,” Mobei Jun murmured, and with his finger he started doodling hearts against Shang Qinghua’s skin too, the cool touch leaving memorable paths. “Hmm, so this shape is a heart, it means, I love you.”

Mobei Jun learned fast and somehow managed to make the egg he placed on top of Shang Qinghua’s bowl of noodles look like a heart. There was a bowl of ice cream next to the noodles.

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The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System fic

Mobei Jun x Shang Qinghua , about 5,400 words

Takes place post canon. No warnings except for what their canon relationship is like. Also, there’s sex.

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Shang Qinghua was organizing a huge storehouse by himself, the project promising to take a fortnight, and he had painstakingly stacked containers of spring water into a display like one would see in a modern supermarket. Upon completion, the whole thing resembled a throne and Shang Qinghua gave himself a like. (1)

A moment later, a naked, bleeding and broken-limbed Mobei Jun fell out of nowhere in a flash of golden light, landing on the sculpture and ruining the arrangement Shang Qinghua had meticulously created.

There’s still ice emitting from Mobei Jun’s hands although the demon himself was obviously unconscious, and an icy arrow stopped an inch from Shang Qinghua’s neck. The rest fly into random corners, damaging various other projects and supplies.

Shang Qinghua gave Mobei Jun the setup he did because Mobei Jun was crafted after the murder mystery riddle about the perfect murder weapon. Real life was much messier and people were convicted without murder weapons all the time, but for the sake of fiction, the murder weapon was an important part of the mystery. An icicle was the perfect idea, a weapon that melted after the kill, leaving behind little proof of its existence, thus Mobei Jun was an ice demon that functioned as Luo Binghe’s assistant assassin.

However, Mobei Jun didn’t actually teleport around, he simply moved quickly, so this was unusual.

Some of the containers have smashed and that’s good – the high quality spring water puddling and freezing around Mobei Jun’s body, but it made the blood look worse and more plentiful, and Shang Qinghua was already working, deciding he had to get the king into a proper bathing basin, and pour intact containers of spring water inside. This was rather familiar…

Shang Qinghua froze when he does have Mobei Jun securely inside and covered in water because it wasn’t accurate to say that Mobei Jun was completely naked. The only thing Mobei Jun was wearing was a golden, circular necklace, inscribed with magical runes. Shang Qinghua’s eyes go wide, because as this world’s transmigrated author, he knew what it was and what it did. Shang Qinghua was sure, even without examining it too closely.

He doesn’t dare take off the necklace because he was certain Mobei Jun had worn it willingly, and it was a question if Mobei Jun would still want it when he woke up.

Shang Qinghua had spare sets of Mobei Jun’s robes. They were boss and spy. They interacted. It was normal to have the robes and it wasn’t at all like when people dated and sometimes one of them stayed over at the other’s place so there was an extra set of pajamas and a toothbrush for the other person.

Shang Qinghua dressed Mobei Jun after the water baths or the application of medicine. If his hands were moving, Shang Qinghua didn’t have to think, but the artifact stared him in the face every time he worked on Mobei Jun’s collar.

It was a good thing there was all sorts of things in this huge storeroom, beds included, and it was not a place people normally visited because Shang Qinghua was doing the housekeeping equivalent of secluded cultivation.

He tended to Mobei Jun like clockwork, working with his past experiences and his authorial knowledge to get him to recover, and Shang Qinghua never visited Mobei Jun with his sword at his waist, even forgetting it on top of a pile of blankets somewhere.

Still, it was 36 hours before Mobei Jun woke up.

Shang Qinghua had looked at the necklace often in that period of time, politely not looking anywhere else(much).

Shang Qinghua quickly gave the information Mobei Jun must have wanted to know, even without prompting.

He had been passed out for 36 hours, likely no one else but Shang Qinghua knew he was here, and no one, nothing else had stopped by either, Shang Qinghua had not contacted anyone, no one would look for him here and Mobei Jun’s limbs were mending nicely.

Shang Qinghua knew better than to ask questions like, what kicked your ass so badly even post-inheritance, and why did you appear here of all places because if whatever got you into this state followed you here there’s no way I would be able to fight it off. Mobei Jun had teleported right into the peaks, past all the arrays and wards, and he had been severely injured and passed out inside, where hundred of righteous sect cultivators were around, for a full day and a half – this wasn’t like when he had waltz into Shang Qinghua’s room while lucid, or had been asleep inside an inn mostly full of regular humans. If Shang Qinghua had said something, in the state Mobei Jun had been in, even he couldn’t have fought everyone off.

It was no wonder Mobei Jun was on edge.

He glared at his accessory, his face full of obvious confusion, “It didn’t work,” Mobei Jun sulked like a spoiled brat upset that a new toy didn’t function as advertised.

It was not just any toy. Shang Qinghua knew how the artifact worked, and the fact it could never be broken or tampered with, but he was also perplexed!

Mobei Jun noticed Shang Qinghua staring.

“Your necklace…it’s beautiful.” Shang Qinghua said. That wasn’t a lie, it just wasn’t the main reason for his looks.

“It’s useless.” Mobei Jun said, and then what Shang Qinghua feared happened, Mobei Jun directed his attention to him.

“What are the thoughts in your head?” Mobei Jun asked suspiciously.

“Serving you, my lord,” Shang Qinghua answered truthfully, recognized the loaded question as it was. “Please rest, the broken arm must be painful – ”

“Has it been too long since you’ve had one so you’ve forgotten and need a reminder?” Mobei Jun asked.

His tone was weird and Shang Qinghua winced only a little, bracing himself for a “reminder”, but it never came.

“It can’t follow me here. Not to this realm.” Mobei Jun said vaguely.

Shang Qinghua opened his eyes to the sight of a closed eyed, reclined Mobei Jun, fingers gripped around the artifact around his neck. He realized he had received an answer to a question he had not voiced.

It was later when Shang Qinghua was organizing tea varieties that he realized that threat had been Mobei Jun’s attempt at banter. It was what passed for a joke between them. The realization made him a bit dizzy but the scent of tea revived him and he left a pile half-finished as he went for the medicine he usually applied.

An awake Mobei Jun asked him impatiently, “Is there anything in this place that can heal faster?”

“There is,” Shang Qinghua doesn’t risk lying, “But…” He explained, and then fifteen minutes later found himself with a special bowl of medicine.

“Well? Start now, or do you expect me to give it to you?” Mobei Jun said.

Of course not. Mobei Jun was the one who needed the medicine.

This was powerful medicine…but it only worked when given mouth to mouth and he had wrote it in for Luo Binghe and a harem member’s sake!

Shang Qinghua now understood some of Cucumber Bro’s pain, the pain of being troubled by his own plot devices…

Mouth to mouth feeding only looked easy and sexy in dramas (but who knew how many takes it really took except for the cast and crew, or if such information were given out in interviews or behind-the-scenes specials). Shang Qinghua had problems because he kept on accidentally swallowing what he meant to transfer. It’s awkward coordinating because he couldn’t exactly speak to instruct(not that he would dare), and he felt like an incompetent momma bird, dealing with a chick that was larger than he was. Sometimes his cheeks puffed like an greedy hamster’s, except it wasn’t melon seeds, but important mending medicine that should just get into the other party’s mouth already.

Things are finally figured out when Shang Qinghua made like he was allowing Mobei Jun to give him open mouthed kisses and the king simply dipped his tongue in like a spoon, licked the substance inside, but also swiping teeth or tongue. At some point Shang Qinghua got confused because it was like they were just making out and not trying to get Mobei Jun healed. Is it still healing if Mobei Jun’s breathing goes strange, if Shang Qinghua’s? His mouth also went numb, from the chill and he suspected if he looked in a mirror they would be blue. Shang Qinghua supposed the medicine worked because during, Mobei Jun became more energetic instead of less, and he had wrote the medicine to be effective. Shang Qinghua thought of it as being a straw. Yes, Mobei Jun was sucking his face, but he’s interested in the water and not the straw.

Shang Qinghua ended up eating half the medicine. He hoped it didn’t halve the effectiveness too but Mobei Jun waved him off and took off the artifact for the first time that Shang Qinghua could see. The medicine was not the most ridiculous device to facilitate saucy scenes because… Shang Qinghua could feel his eyes wander but he treated the necklace Mobei Jun had as the sun. Do not look at it directly.

Mobei Jun still wanted to drink his own tea and water but his hands weren’t quite right yet so Shang Qinghua gave him drinks in a specially shaped cup. Mobei Jun seemed to recognize its function, that it was useful for someone in his condition, and gave the rare praise when Shang Qinghua mentioned he had carved and invented it himself. Shang Qinghua doesn’t say the design was stolen from the modern world, and modeled after the sippy cups toddlers had to use to reduce spills because they had yet to develop fine motor control in their hands, or the understanding not to spill drinks.

Things are okay for days, Shang Qinghua became better at feeding the medicine, something like eighty percent was passed now and it seemed to go faster, there was not enough time for him to lose sensation. Mobei Jun also groped him daily, to check for weapons, but Shang Qinghua didn’t wear a sword and he never carried anything extra. Shang Qinghua accepted it, didn’t say anything that would get him in trouble, like, well, if it makes you feel safe, go for it, like an indulgent parent who allowed a kid to check under the bed for monsters. He’s also sure Mobei Jun could destroy him with his pinky, so this was unnecessary, nonetheless he went with it, it’s just that it brought him too close to the golden necklace.

Sometimes Mobei Jun helped him. Shang Qinghua would be moving stuff and taking inventory and Shang Qinghua sometimes forget he had martial arts, and thought he was still an ordinary supermarket employee. He stood on tiptoes to reach a bundle of candles, but a hand beat him to it and when he retreated, his back hit a chest.

“Thank you, my lord.” Shang Qinghua said politely upon receiving the bundle.

“You have powers.” Mobei Jun said like Shang Qinghua had the IQ of an earthworm.

The peace only lasted for so long, until near the end of Shang Qinghua’s storehouse business and Mobei Jun’s recovery to an acceptable level.

Shang Qinghua worked at the desk by the bed Mobei Jun rested in, because there was no way he would be allowed out of the king’s sight and Shang Qinghua looked down at his papers and wrote, pretending to not notice the looks Mobei Jun was giving him if Mobei Jun was not looking at the golden, circular artifact.

Mobei Jun rolled up his sleeves and firmly clasped the necklace around his neck again and with a sinking feeling Shang Qinghua realized that Mobei Jun was going to activate it again and there was nothing Shang Qinghua could do to stop him. If only it functioned differently, but would it? Mobei Jun had already been incredibly patient in examining the necklace all over, each segment and rune.

Shang Qinghua looked down at a paper where he had counted the same crops twice. There was a pot of fresh hot tea to the side and a just poured steaming cup of tea.

Golden light danced at the edge of his vision.

His lap was suddenly heavy.

Shang Qinghua reacted reflexively, stood, and then found out that a butt touching the ground, naked Mobei Jun was even more awkward then a naked Mobei Jun on his lap. His head even bumped the desk.

What to do? Step 1: Don’t look at his dick.

…

Failed Step 1.

Shang Qinghua glanced at the bed, which had Mobei Jun’s robes in a fallen heap. The artifact was still worn by Mobei Jun of course.

Demons didn’t have hangups about making out with the same gender. (Not that Shang Qinghua had written any for Luo Binghe in his story, knowing his likely audience of straight men that wanted the fantasy of being uber powerful, taking revenge on their enemies and banging lots of hot women, though he had written in some for Sha Hualing who was the one who had taken Liu Mingyan’s first kiss instead of Luo Binghe. Now actually, Luo Binghe still ended up kissing a man, and more than that besides.) Demons didn’t care about being naked in front of someone either.

Mobei Jun calmly stood up, walked back to the bed and got dressed.

Then his temper erupted when he walked back up to Shang Qinghua.

“Do you know something about this artifact? Why do you stare so much? Speak!” Mobei Jun growled.

To give his mouth something to do and delay speaking, Shang Qinghua hastily drank the tea on his desk but it was too hot and he burned his tongue.

“Uh!” Shang Qinghua said incoherently. He tried to say, it teleports the user –

Mobei Jun held Shang Qinghua by the throat.

How was he suppose to speak again?

It was not a crushing pressure but steady enough to give Shang Qinghua a high feeling from having his air cut off, one that made his body react.

Mobei Jun noticed when he leaned in to kiss Shang Qinghua, sucking on his recently burned tongue. It’s cool relief but Airplane Towards the Sky wondered if he was going to lose his airplane because it accidentally touched the great king.

Mobei Jun released Shang Qinghua and with one hand pulled his belt, opened his robes, while the other grabbed Shang Qinghua’s cup of hot tea, placed his lips over where there’s already an imprint of lips and drank.

Shang Qinghua shuddered next, when there were cold fingers around his erection and he doesn’t lose it because the fingers didn’t tug with a strength to rip it off but to encourage it. This was already wonderful, and then it got better. Soon it wasn’t just Mobei Jun’s fingers around him but his mouth. His hot, tea-warmed mouth. Shang Qinghua whimpered, from the pleasure, because he hadn’t ever received a regular blowjob before, let alone what this simultaneous presence of hot and cold that made everything more intense was. Mobei Jun was servicing him? That didn’t sound correct but it was and it was too much to be taken care of, hot mouth and cool fingers, too intense for a shut-in virgin author and Shang Qinghua came without a warning, caught off guard by the most intense orgasm he’s had in both his lifetimes. It was the Nth mistake he’s made today and Shang Qinghua waited for Little Qinghua to be bitten off or something but Mobei Jun just swallowed and stood up.

Shang Qinghua expected him to drink more tea to wash away the taste at least but Mobei Jun turned around, called Shang Qinghua useless, said that he would investigate himself, and just left.

Shang Qinghua stood there, with his robes still open, and wondered what in the Ten Levels of Hell just happened.

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Mobei Jun was back a week later. To take Shang Qinghua on a romantic getaway and continue where he had left off?

No.

Mobei Jun carried Shang Qinghua away and left him on top of a wide net above a naturally occurring pit full of monsters, a pit where every creature was to fight, kill and eat each other until a super one emerged. In Shang Qinghua’s story, Luo Binghe had fought one as a mini BOSS, collected and ground its bones for a health supplement and consumed it to grow more powerful. Shang Qinghua was not the protagonist so obviously he could not defeat the resulting creature! The melee was fortunately in its beginning stages but Mobei Jun had left him on top of the net, alone except for a set of the king’s robes, and the net was the only thing standing between Shang Qinghua and an unavoidably painful death. Mobei Jun had ordered him to stay on the net. He could do nothing but wait for time to pass. Shang Qinghua hugged the set of Mobei Jun’s robes, bravely laid down and stared through the net at the creatures below.

He pretended to narrate nature documentaries.

The trihorn spends nearly twenty of the twenty four hours of a day building a house as a display for a possible mate. When it comes time for the coupling the – oh wait, its head was just bitten off.

Some of the monsters have even developed flight. Spectacular.

Shang Qinghua stayed on the net but curled into a ball, cried and really wrinkled the clothing he held.

Something flew up, touched the net, promptly became frozen and sunk, falling like a deadly icicle. It killed something, then both stabber and stabbed were consumed by surviving creatures.

Shang Qinghua made mental bets and his pick had lost again.

Scary combinations were emerging from the pit below Shang Qinghua, it was like a gruesome Pokemon parody, eat to evolve. He tried to pat himself on the back for creativity, look at how wonderfully those two combined, the scales were preserved and the claws became longer! Like the World Cup, the brackets narrowed down as the matches continued. The creature he named Brazil consumed France. (2)

Shang Qinghua had been suspended for at least a dual hour when he saw familiar golden light. It really is broken, Shang Qinghua thought, but that was impossible, which meant… He quickly changed his bet to the incoming new arrival, and he frowned, wondered if Mobei Jun had sought danger in the time that had passed.

Mobei Jun reappeared out of nowhere, naked except for the artifact that had teleported him. He landed on the net, by Shang Qinghua, but he ran to a corner far away, broke the net and jumped down, immediately beginning to slaughter the single beast left, which had been in the middle of choking down a final ribcage.

He took his time doing something while Shang Qinghua laid on his back on the net and thought about what had been the common presence in the times he’d seen evidence of the artifact’s power.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when Mobei Jun took him off the net and Shang Qinghua passed him the clothes he had been hugging for the past couple of hours. Shang Qinghua wasn’t sure what to do, he doesn’t like not moving his hands, and helped Mobei Jun dress. Mobei Jun’s eyes were sharp on him the entire time.

Uh, oops? As an An Ding Peak person he felt better if his hands were moving? He’s already done this before quite a few times?

Mobei Jun sniffed.

Oh, what was suppose to be fresh robes was obviously damp with sweat, tears, and fear!

But no complaints are raised and Mobei Jun dropped off Shang Qinghua like a well-behaved boyfriend who had promised his parents that Shang Qinghua would be back at home before nightfall and had kept that promise. Mobei Jun had been silent, thinking, and so was Shang Qinghua.

“Your cultivation is pathetic.” Mobei Jun said before he left, giving Shang Qinghua the bag of bone powder that should have been Luo Binghe’s. Shang Qinghua accepted it with a smile but internally he was apologizing to the protagonist because he seemed to have taken another scenario meant for him.

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Less than half a week later, now, Mobei Jun confronted Shang Qinghua faster. In that time Shang Qinghua had already consumed the powder and advanced in his cultivation, while regretting that he had followed the saying that the best medicine is often bitter. At least for the mouth-to-mouth medicine had had wrote it as sweet because kisses were sweet.

Mobei Jun told Shang Qinghua what the golden necklace did. Or what it was suppose to do, depending on how one looked at it.

“It transports the user to a place of safety, to a sanctuary.” Mobei Jun said. “I wondered if the artifact was confused from the recent failed merger of the human and demon realms. But it’s tamper-proof and from examination, it does not appear to be physically damaged in any way.”

Shang Qinghua said what he thought was a piece of light information.

“Interesting detail,” Mobei Jun said, “That history wasn’t on any of the scrolls I’ve read.”

Shang Qinghua froze, realized he had revealed something extra about the necklace. “I extrapolated from the information given,” He said, reasonable enough words, hopefully.

Shang Qinghua knew of the artifact. He wrote it so that the necklace only transported the person but not anything the person was wearing. It was the prefect setup for a beautiful scene.

He created it so that a naked women would land in Luo Binghe’s arms, having activated the necklace to escape danger, and held by Luo Binghe she would be overwhelmed with feelings of gratitude and already being conveniently nude, there would be XXX.

But he seemed to have received this plot. Shang Qinghua thought of the combination handjob/blowjob that he had been given, and which he had a wet dream about just the other day.

Mobei Jun voiced the theories Shang Qinghua has only thought about.

“You want to protect me.” Mobei Jun said.

Shang Qinghua understood that Mobei Jun had been confused about landing where Shang Qinghua was the first time because how was being unconscious on a peak filled with hundreds of enemies safe? Furthermore, how was it safe landing above a pit full of battling monsters that were developing into a super monster?

It didn’t make sense until it did, because Shang Qinghua was the sanctuary. Him, the weak little canon fodder. Why me? Shang Qinghua had thought. He could not bear this responsibility, there were so many other options. Wouldn’t it be better for Mobei Jun to be sent to a glacier, whether it was place or person? (3)

The artifact hadn’t picked another safe place.

Maybe he could apologize, I’m sorry for being unable to control myself and even think that I could offer you shelter. It’s laughable, pathetic.

Around Mobei Jun, Shang Qinghua felt like the mouse in the fable about the tiger and the mouse, where the tiger let a mouse go free and the mouse later repaid that mercy by gnawing through the ropes when the tiger was netted by humans. But this wasn’t that fable.

“You want me safe.” Mobei Jun said, “Not my power, or my position. Me.” Shang Qinghua could lie but the artifact couldn’t. It was ancient magic and considered intention and sincerity. If there were ulterior motives, Mobei Jun would not have appeared where Shang Qinghua was. They both knew this.

“The thought of it is in your heart.”

Yeah, that’s how the artifact worked.

Before, Mobei Jun had asked Shang Qinghua what he was thinking, and that was the wrong question because Shang Qinghua’s heart could overpower his brain.

“Let’s have sex,” Mobei Jun said, and wow was that clear and decisive. Demons are indeed straightforward.

If he had the courage, Shang Qinghua would have been subtle about it, almost to the point of obscurity, something about taking out telescopes to explore black holes. He’s thought of it before, but he was afraid he would call Mobei Jun “Daddy”, although logically it should be the reverse.

Minutes later, Shang Qinghua sat in bed and tried to think of a good position, and he had heard doggy-style was the best choice for beginners and easier on the receiver (because he obviously wasn’t going to be the top).

He was testing out the pose, still in his robes, when Mobei Jun was finished efficiently stripping, even taking off the necklace, which he suddenly placed around Shang Qinghua’s neck.

Hmm. Shang Qinghua thought, his current pose, on his hands and knees – on all fours and what the necklace resembled, had he just been collared?

“It suits you better,” Mobei Jun said, “Now use it.”

Use it? Use it to travel to a place of safety?

Shang Qinghua obeyed and pushed some qi into the device. Golden light shone around him.

Shang Qinghua’s still on the bed, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t moved, because he has.

He’s naked now and his fallen clothes were in a pile a bit in front of him and there’s something poking his buttcheek which meant the artifact had teleported him closer to Mobei Jun, who hadn’t moved. The thing he could feel touching him was very interested in the proceedings.

“Oh,” Mobei Jun said. There’s a lot in the single syllable. Fulfilled curiosity. Childish delight. Crazed lust.

It teleported him to safety… but what if he had gone elsewhere?

“But you didn’t.” Mobei Jun said with the heat of an active Icelandic volcano.

Shang Qinghua had voiced the question aloud.

In bed with Mobei Jun was safe? Shang Qinghua had seen Mobei Jun’s tool, it was a danger thing.

At least Shang Qinghua’s clothes won’t be ruined, having been cleanly removed without a single rip.

Shang Qinghua heard the sound of tea being drunk, cold fingers were spreading him open, and a hot tongue, preparing him for…

Shang Qinghua wondered if the hot tea was some kind of Pavlovian conditioning? The scientist Pavlov had run experiments, whenever he fed dogs he’d sound a buzzer so the dogs would associate the sound with being presented with food, to the point the dogs would salivate when they heard the buzzer, even if presented with no food.

(Later Shang Qinghua would discover that he was right. Mobei Jun would stroll into his place sometimes, demand for Shang Qinghua to make him hot tea, and that impatience wasn’t so much because of tea but because of the desire to get his mouth on him.

Sometimes he got downright bossy about it too, like settling himself between Shang Qinghua’s thighs and deciding he wasn’t opening his legs fast enough so he’d do this thing with his broad shoulders where he’d crowd in, shrug and make Shang Qinghua spread wider, and it simultaneously made Shang Qinghua feel slutty and really, really desired, especially when such a handsome face and its mouth wrapped around him.

One time Mobei Jun really did only want tea and by the end of the second cup, when Shang Qinghua’s boner had calmed down, Mobei Jun had quirked an eyebrow, asked, were you expecting something? Spoken with an evil and satisfied smile that said, I trained this dog well.)

It was a good thing Shang Qinghua orgasmed from being rimmed and fingered first because he would have lost his erection from the what happened next.

The lube got frozen. It’s quick and painful and unsatisfying.

Awful.

Sharp edges cut him inside and there’s blood, he’s a parody of a cherry popped virgin. He understood some of Peerless Cucumber’s experience now.

Mobei Jun took back the artifact from Shang Qinghua, fingers lingering on the pulse of his neck.

He stood up, walked a few feet and then there was a golden light.

Shang Qinghua felt a weight on the bed and shortly, an arm thrown over his back.

Mobei Jun had already been naked from the recent sex so there was less shock about that this time.

“Still.” Mobei Jun murmured.

Even after the bad sex.

Shang Qinghua almost yelled, it had been on purpose?!

Yes, still. Horrible sex didn’t change the fact Shang Qinghua wanted Mobei Jun safe, though Shang Qinghua had kicked Mobei Jun in the head during sex and accidentally kneed him in the groin. It had been that clumsily painful. He had involuntarily teared up. Both his legs were intact though. Only his butt hurt.

Mobei Jun was a busy demon and he left after his experiment, mentioned that Shang Qinghua surely knew what medicine to take and where to find it. Shang Qinghua does, but getting the prescription itself was incredibly awkward.

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One night, as Shang Qinghua was about to drift asleep, in the darkness he felt but did not see Mobei Jun appear on his bed behind him.

Shang Qinghua was very awake now, from worry and panic.

“My lord, are you – ”

“Not hurt.” Mobei Jun said clearly.

Shang Qinghua would wonder what was he here for then, but he heard the sound of things being taken from a drawer.

A candle was suddenly lit, illuminating the dark and casting shadows.

Mobei Jun began to strip him. His hands slow and surprisingly patient, leaving faint points of cold. He didn’t get to do this last time. The warm candlelight reflected off the golden necklace on an otherwise naked Mobei Jun.

There’s a bunch of yet unlit candles and Mobei Jun took them, placed them on Shang Qinghua’s body one by one, strategically. Shang Qinghua stayed still, quiet, doesn’t question a thing. The artifact even came off, and was left on the desk.

Mobei Jun wordlessly lit the candles.

Last time they had sex, it had been short and painful, this was the opposite.

The candles melted on Shang Qinghua, keeping him warm during the activities as he was touched all over, and what had been previously done to the middle of his front and his back was now felt everywhere.

Mobei Jun tried things and became bolder, more knowledgeable. Sex that people would space out over weeks, he does it all now.

The poses changed, and the candles rearranged themselves mysteriously. The candles didn’t seem to hurt Mobei Jun and when he sometimes pressed against them, they didn’t go out. The candles never hurt or burned Shang Qinghua, and only kept heat present. There was also the warmth from his own blushing cheeks and flushed body.

With the melted wax, the sheets were going to be ruined no matter what, by it and other things, sticky stuff that wasn’t wax. Shang Qinghua didn’t know how much times he had came because he had lost track after his third orgasm. Sometimes Mobei Jun shuddered against him. The once quiet night was no longer quiet.

The burning candles reminded Shang Qinghua of an altar, and he had to be the object of sacrifice. (It had to be sacrifice, right? Otherwise it would be object of worship, and Shang Qinghua decided his eyes were confused by the candlelight and shadows because Mobei Jun looked even more cat-eyed than usual, in this half-light, half-night.)

Once standing candles reduced to puddles of wax are a testament to the passage of time, proof of how long Mobei Jun had been making love to him. Mobei Jun was not injured or tired, he was definitely healthy and vigorous.

Mobei Jun even cleaned up afterward, removing the wax, changing the sheets, wiping Shang Qinghua down with a hot cloth that turned warm in his hands, and changing him into a new set of thick sleepwear.

This wealthy young master was cleaning up and dressing someone else? But Shang Qinghua wasn’t dreaming because he felt things all over that he was sure he’d also feel in the morning, and he would act but he has no energy left, despite not being the one who had done most of the work.

They fall back onto the bed and Shang Qinghua was embraced against a cool chest.

Shang Qinghua usually did not like being held.

It was the lingering trauma of transmigrating into his own story as an infant and being forced to grow up having the consciousness of a grown man without the right body. He had always been unhappy when carried by his parents. He hadn’t felt safe, only helpless and frustrated. It’s fine if he held others but he disliked being held himself. It reminded him of that time, being small and unable to do a thing but be held even though he wanted to stand and move around himself.

Being held by Mobei Jun now though, this was okay. Shang Qinghua closed his eyes, feeling safe, and drifted off to thoughts of wondering how he could see everyday things like tea and candles normally after this. The last words he heard before falling asleep was Mobei Jun murmuring his name quietly, reverently.

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1) as in the display is like a facebook page or this fic page and he pressed the “like” button 😛

2) Do you know what’s great about writing Shang Qinghua pov? I can write as much modern references as I want!

3)Binghe means glacier.

EDIT: There is now a sequel oneshot: spearpointtranslations.home.blog/2018/10/28/fic-ice-cream-one-shot/

All the sex involved temperature play because MBJ is an ice demon and I had to take advantage of that, even cutting such scene from my other WIPs. It’s like having multiple kids but only one can have the cookie 😦 But tbh it suits MBJ/SQH best.

What do you mean I had Skirting the Rules, TDLRPB, and the part 2 and part 3 of the Symbolism trilogy to work on? This spark pretty much seized me like Symbolism did, so I worked on this like a madman until I posted it. (I updated Skirting the Rules though :D)

Anyone figured out what the necklace did before I explicitly revealed it?(Title was a clue!) Anyone had wild theories? If anyone noticed, I also did something tricky with the love advice given in the Airplane Extras.

I think I ship OG!SQQ/OG!Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan/Luo Binghe too hard to think of really writing OG!SQQ/YQY and Shen Yuan/LQG but I managed to write Mobei Jun/Shang Qinghua.

Tbh I totally see myself in Shang Qinghua because I am also a cowardly male author who stays on his laptop and eats too much ramen. Relatable song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENxbcvUXfnM

A recent convo:

Regular BBQ guy: So what did you do last weekend? I watched sports and went rock wall climbing!

Me, an undercover fruity turkey vulture with a crush on Brendon Urie: I, uh, wrote some stories.

Regular BBQ guy: Like what?

Me: Mostly fantasy stuff…sometimes modern day.

Y’all know what I really write =__=

…If you like my writing I have a ko-fi : https://ko-fi.com/spearpointtranslations