"Wait a moment, you calm down a bit first."
The body of Luo Binghe that was lodged between Shen Qingqiu's legs shifted forward a bit, "But today, I saw some hopefully very interesting things. I'm afraid I won't be able to calm down for several days. What should be done, Shizun?"
After more than a month of cultivation in Cangqiong Mountain, he finally slowly recovered his original body. Shen Qingqiu knew that today would not end well for him, but still remained calm and said, "Isn't it simple? What is it, give it to me and I'll take a look, we can go over it. But first, sit up properly so that we can talk comfortably."
Luo Binghe nodded, ignoring the last sentence, and said, "Okay, then I'll have Shizun take a look."
He unhurriedly took out a thin booklet he was holding.
That booklet was colorful, very gaudy, and oddly familiar at first glance.
Shen Qingqiu was suspicious, Luo Binghe turned it open, straightened his back, and read it out loud in a clear voice.
"… …After nightfall, Luo Binghe climbed onto the bed, tossing and turning. He was used to sleeping in the firewood room, and suddenly laying on a bed made it difficult to sleep, especially alongside the fact that the Shizun he thought about day and night was laying not too far away, only separated by a screen and a veil. The diligent concern he felt during the daytime seemed to be amplified and changing since the subject of his concern was right in front of him. It was as if there was a wicked fire suppressed within the abdomen, the more it burned, the more it grew, and the higher it went… …"
Shen Qingqiu: "… …"
Luo Binghe didn't change his expression and continued to read: "… …Luo Binghe snuck onto the bed, untied the belt of Shen Qingqiu's clothes, and reached into the fabric, feeling the smooth and delicate surface and the soft flexibility of the body. In a state of confusion, mentally unconscious, he tore the belt into two… …"
Shen Qingqiu glanced towards the ground where the belt that was just torn off by Luo Binghe laid. Goosebumps raised all over his body, and he couldn't utter a word.
Luo Binghe closed the booklet, lifted his eyes and said in a serious tone of voice, "In here, it said this was the night I moved out of the firewood room. Love was soaring, lust rising, and I entered the bamboo house late at night under the cover of darkness to do this and that to the Shizun who was suppressed by the dream demon, the Shizun who couldn't move; love and affection lasted till dawn."
WTH!
If I remember correctly, at that time Luo Binghe was only 15 years old!
They have no conscience!
Absolutely ridiculous!
Luo Binghe turned the pages as he said, "The 'Luo Binghe' in the book is more courageous than this disciple, in addition to the daring nature of his actions, his thoughts towards Shizun are also on another level."
Shen Qingqiu said, "If you really dare to 'act like this', I will not guarantee that I won't end your life on the spot."
Luo Binghe leaned down and kissed his earlobe, the heat lingering on the earlobe as he said coquettishly, "Shizun, didn't you say that you wanted to take a look together? At least look a bit more."
I don't dare to look; I'm afraid I'll blind the titanium gold dog's eyes and have no way to replace them.
Luo Binghe smiled and said, "Don't want to look at it? Then I'll read it to you."
He hummed and said, "Ever since that night Shizun lost his virginity to 'Luo Binghe', he wanted to severely punish this disobedient disciple and deliberately drive him off the Cangqiong Mountain, but in the end, he couldn't bear to do it. He just treated him coldly, up until the Immortal League Conference, their relationship became awkwardand this master and disciple ended up parting ways, only to reunite several years later after many twists and turns, when 'Shen Qingqiu' was finally caught by 'Luo Binghe'. Come on Shizun, look, the part about Huanhua Palace's water prison is wonderfully well written."
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help it, he was really curious. He only managed to resist for a moment before he snuck a peek from the corner of his eye.
With just this peek, it felt as if fire stunned him to an outer crisp with a tender inside.(Note: I think this is perhaps an intentional play on words, huo huo meaning both fire and alive, he felt he was zapped or burned alive to an outer crisp with the insides left tender)
["The Regret of Chunshan"The thirty-seventh calamity of the water prison love challenge
Shen Qingqiu shook his head, his words slurring: "Luo…Binghe, you…let me go… …"
Luo Binghe held his arms, kneaded them a few times and pulled them apart, forcing the spot on his backside that had been ravaged countless times to be exposed, he grinned and said, "Shizun, you are crying now and begging me to let you go. Did you ever think there would be such a day?"
Shen Qingqiu couldn't stop sobbing: "It's already swollen… …it can't go in… …"
Sure enough, it was so swollen you could hardly bear to look at it. The circle of bulging red flesh was swollen to the point of glowing, shut tightly, looking extremely difficult to break through. Luo Binghe felt a little pity in his heart, but he quickly remembered how Shen Qingqiu abandoned himself back then, his hatred was agitated, and he moved forward ruthlessly. After only inserting a little bit of it, he found it extremely difficult. Because of the redness and swelling, it was hotter and more slippery than usual, but it was also tighter.
Shen Qingqiu cried like it rained with pear blossoms, gasping for breath as he was stabbed with pain by the penis that was forced inside. However, since his hands were tied, his struggles were all in vain. ]
Shen Qingqiu: "…" What the freak is this freaking stuff!
Who the hell is this person with a lovely tear-stained face? Who is this devilish seducer?!
It's obviously Luo Binghe who cries the hardest every time we go to bed!
Look at the author's name: Liu Su Mian Hua. One could tell with a glance that the author was up to no good, definitely on the same side as Airplane Shooting up The Sky.
Luo Binghe finished reading and commented: "If it were me, I definitely wouldn't do such coercive things. Shizun only needs to furrow your brows and I wouldn't dare to do anything, how could it get to this painful point and I would still be unwilling to stop? This storyline is a bit distorted."
More than distortion…this is OOC. Thorough OOC. OOC is endless!
What the hell is the Regret of Chunshan! It's literally an OOC RPS fan-fic pornography, and it could actually become so popular! No wonder I always heard little sisters talking about how the more outrageous a story was, the more likely it would become a popular novel in the circle. (RPS: Real Person Slash; real person danmei light novel)
No no, this was not the main point… …Shen Qingqiu cursed the person who wrote this pornography book and composed this pornographic work! Single dog18! You deserve to be scolded for a lifetime, and never find a wife until you die!
Luo Binghe said, "Why did Shizun's face turn pale then red? The later plot has even more ups and downs, and is amazing. Although in those five years, I respected Shizun's body and never dared to commit even the slightest profanity, but these are just pamphlets being circulated in the market, there's no harm in skimming them to get a good laugh from these curious storylines."
Shen Qingqiu glanced at the title: "The Regret of Chunshan" The Five Years of the Forty-Ninth Calamity.
The egg broke all over the floor.
No, no, no, no! It can't be! This title!
They wouldn't even spare the gate to the new world, they shouldn't have this heavy of a taste, right?!
But the facts proved that Shen Qingqiu indeed had underestimated the limits of the author of "Regret of Chunshan".
[...
The candlelight trembled. Although Shen Qingqiu was unconscious, his eyes and lips were red, and his whole body was dyed with a layer of lust. Luo Binghe put Shen Qingqiu's soft hands on the back of Luo Binghe's neck and kissed him. It looked as if Shen Qingqiu was awake and took the initiative to hook Luo Binghe's neck and kiss back. The curtain laid on the ground, moving without wind, and lingering like the dead, the messy clothes strewn on the ground. Luo Binghe's deep breaths came from the swaying gauze.
… …
Shen Qingqiu laid on Luo Binghe lifelessly, wrapped by his firm arms. Both nipples were sucked and swollen, like two small fruits. There were bruised handprints on the buttocks. The lower body was f*cked bright red and the soft butthole still swallowed the semi-hard penis; dripping wet. ]
Shen Qingqiu burst into tears.
They were even OK with being this cruel!!!
This was challenging a person's views on the world, values, and life! Challenging the moral limit!!!
It was said that Green Dingding child-birth novels were very popular. Praying and begging Regret of Chunshan, please don't have a child-birth plot, thank you!!!
As a few pages were hurriedly turned over, they were immediately followed by another astonishing chapter.
[The regret of Chunshan: The fifty-fifth calamity of evil blood of the heavenly demon
Their chests were stuck close to each other and Luo Binghe felt that the skin of the person in his arms was delicate and tender; being soaked in the mountain spring, it became even smoother and silkier.
He hugged Shen Qingqiu silently, bowed his head, and gave a deep kiss, sometimes biting his lips and tearing it lightly, sometimes sticking his tongue in, and entangled in his mouth violently.
Although Shen Qingqiu was reluctant, the blood of the Heavenly Demon was acting strangely in his abdomen, his body was weak, and he couldn't breathe from being kissed, his chest was irregularly undulating, and the nipples were rubbing against Luo Binghe's muscles, gradually standing upright. Unknowingly, his legs were pushed apart, and Luo Binghe rushed in.
Since the two of them had been involved for so long already, Shen Qingqiu was already accustomed to Luo Binghe's giant cock, but it was still extremely uncomfortable for it to enter so suddenly, especially since the moment the meat pillar smashed the intestinal wall, warm spring water also took the opportunity to pour in, and the mouth below drank a lot of water. The legs hanging on both sides of Luo Binghe's waist suddenly clamped, and the intestinal wall trembled. Luo Binghe only felt that the small hole was sucking and sucking, very refreshing, and he vigorously kneaded Shen Qingqiu's buttocks, relaxing him while adjusting his posture.
After f*cking for so many days, he was already f*cked dry, Shen Qingqiu eased his breath and scolded with tears: "…Get lost!"
Luo Binghe smiled and said, "Shizun is scolding me like this, but your body isn't listening."
Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said unwillingly: "…If you hadn't fed me that poisonous blood…how could I be so humiliated by you, you white-eyed wolf…"
Under the control of the heavenly blood, he could only obediently spread his legs apart and relax his backside to facilitate Luo Binghe's f*cking. The meat hole lovingly held onto Luo Binghe, and sucked him in carefully.
Shen Qingqiu panted more and more chaotically, crying without tears, and was stabbed so badly, he tightened his lips and moaned from his nose. Luo Binghe dragged his hips with one hand, keeping the hips of the two close together, and slapped Shen Qingqiu's round and white buttocks with the other hand. Inserting while slapping, this made Shen Qingqiu very embarrassed and angry.
After one round, with less than a moment of rest, Luo Binghe carried him out of the water. It was cold outside of the water, Shen Qingqiu's hands and feet even shrank back. Luo Binghe laid him flat on a large bluestone next to the hot spring. Under the sky, the two entangled together into one lump. The bluestone was ice cold, and Shen Qingqiu twisted his body as soon as he laid on it. He had a fair complexion and had just experienced a violent affair. He was steamed by the spring water, and his whole body was a gorgeous pink. The water was rippling in his glimmering yet dark-colored eyes, and he was tired and sleepy. He was discouraged and turned his head, refusing to look directly at Luo Binghe, this insurgent.
Luo Binghe stuck himself between his legs, placed his pale white calves on his shoulders, and pushed his sexual instrument in with a chuckle, not too quickly and not too slowly. Every inch of the inner wall was pushed to the limit and was rubbed by the pillar. The wrinkles of the meat hole were also smoothed out. ]
Shen Qingqiu: "… …"
Non-consent and the use of force, there were so many tricks, the author must have had a great time…
Luo Binghe said, "Actually, I never thought that the heavenly demon blood could be used for this purpose."
Shen Qingqiu was silent. Having seen the low limits of the original "Proud Immortal Demon Way", he hadn't thought about it. It was just that he didn't expect to see this purpose used on him one day.
Shen Qingqiu said: "…I have learned a lot."
Luo Binghe nodded and said, "I have learned a lot."
He spoke again: "In this case, I can't call this knowledge useless right?"
Shen Qingqiu warned, "Luo Binghe, although I gave you permission…but it doesn't mean that I allow you to play all these tricks."
Luo Binghe was startled, and said, "Oh, this disciple understood."
He looked a little depressed, but he didn't force it, which made Shen Qingqiu feel awkward.
Luo Binghe never made any demands from him in this regard because he was obedient, he was always cautious and observant, even watching the color of his face. After finally reading the booklet to find some confidence, he wanted to try it with him, but instead he got splashed with cold water…
Shen Qingqiu was restless, and after a long while, he finally picked up the folding fan, covered his face, and hesitantly said, "How do you want to do it?"
Luo Binghe was immediately full of vitality and spring flowers began to bloom.
Seeing this, Shen Qingqiu was also secretly happy, thinking that it wasn't a big deal, this old face would go along with him, plus, they already did it before anyway. He picked up "Regret of Chunshan" and hurriedly flipped through it and did not see any unscientific postures or weird play methods, and felt slightly relieved. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Luo Binghe seriously holding a thicker booklet, and greeted him with a smile on his face and said, "Shizun, what are you doing with that book?"
Shen Qingqiu was speechless. He looked at the cover of the booklet in Luo Binghe's hands. It was the rising star "Chant of Bingqiu" that was said to have joined the honorable "Regret of Chunshan" in becoming the twin stars of the fandom. Author: The Three Madonnas.
Luo Binghe said, "This book teaches more things and also goes into more detail. When one gets started, it is very easy and quick to pick up the techniques. This pot of flower wine was made according to the method it teaches. Today, let's see if it is as described in the book; having a miraculous effect."
I think it's more like its [moral] limits are even lower!
In any case, Shen Qingqiu knew that this pot of wine was definitely not for drinking.
Wait, the props were already prepared, so the pitiful look just now was just an act to fool him again?!
Luo Binghe lifted Shen Qingqiu up onto his knees to form a posture with arms raised high, his waist collapsed and bent into a soft curve, with his back facing him.
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This was the condition Shen Qingqiu demanded in order for him to proceed. If he must follow the book, it had to be a posture from behind, otherwise, Shen Qingqiu really had no place to hide his thin-skinned old face. Although Luo Binghe had always been obsessed with doing it "face-to-face with Shizun", on one hand, he was eager to put his learnings into practice, and on the other hand, it was emphasized in the booklet that the bottom was more likely to feel pleasure from the positions entering from the back, so he happily agreed.
He lifted the rare pot of fine wine, pointed the slender spout at the confined pink spot behind Shen Qingqiu, and slowly pushed it in.
The spout was thin at the front and thick at the back, making penetration easy. The more it entered inside, the tighter the back point became. The cold wine was poured into the passage, the intestines were stimulated and contracted violently, Shen Qingqiu grasped the bedding under his body tightly, furrowing his eyebrows.
He could hear the sound of wine juice pouring into his abdomen. The feeling of fullness in the lower abdomen and the increased sensitivity in the back became more and more obvious. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help saying: "Enough…"
Luo Binghe remained obediently still, but the long mouth of the wine jar stayed stuck in his backside.
The wine's initial taste was light but the after-effect was strong. In a short while, Shen Qingqiu's intestinal wall was burning fiercely with pain. He couldn't relieve the painful and itchy feeling no matter what, and he moved his arms to crawl forward just a bit.
Luo Binghe didn't stop him this time, the spout broke away that spot on his backside with a popping sound. He immediately squeezed the hole tightly before the wine juice came out, but then he didn't know what to do.
It would be too shameful to allow the wine juice to trickle out from behind in front of Luo Binghe. But he was only able to crawl forward a bit before he couldn't stand it anymore. Even slight movements made him afraid that he would not be able to hold tight on his backside.
Luo Binghe covered his body, played with his pointed red nipples with one hand, and bit into his smooth shoulder. The other hand lifted his weak arms then held the penis, the hard tip pressed threateningly behind him, aimed at the small hole, and rubbed it twice.
Seeing how he really learned a lot from that hellish booklet, Shen Qingqiu was depressed that he was played by him, and he wrinkled the sheets under his body with his sweaty hands.
With just a single moment of carelessness, his guard was let down, the confined point was breached and driven straight into.
In an instant, Shen Qingqiu was completely soft from waist to leg. The arms that barely supported the upper body couldn't support it anymore, and he laid down. The only fortunate thing was that Luo Binghe was huge in size, filled his intestines, and the wine was still firmly blocked in Shen Qingqiu's stomach, so that it would not leak out.
It still hurt to be penetrated by this kind of thing. But within this pain, there seemed to be something different.
After his entire intestinal surface was rubbed thoroughly with wine, it felt hot, swollen, warm, and wet. When Luo Binghe began to thrust, the opening became uncontrollable and the wine poured out as if honey was flowing horizontally, the sound of liquid continued to gurgle during his movements, making his face flushed with shame. Deep in the lower abdomen was a sore numbness, and he felt an itchy yearning to be thrust into roughly. However, the tip of the head kept hitting that small patch of meat inside neither too strongly nor too lightly, so the anxious Shen Qingqiu twisted his waist and couldn't help but send himself back with his arms.
Luo Binghe caught onto this small movement immediately. He paused, took a breath, and said with joy: "Shizun? Is it comfortable? Did I do well?!"
The thrusts were fast, and the reddish transparent wine juice leaked more and more from the junction. Shen Qingqiu's fair pair of thighs was splashed irritatingly. Fine wine and the disciple's penis were tumbling in the belly, stirring endlessly. Shen Qingqiu's knuckles turned white when he was forced to grasp the bedding tightly, and his eyes closed in embarrassment.
Luo Binghe persistently asked: "Comfortable? Is it comfortable?"
What Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice, he couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned down and listened carefully, conveniently sending the object underneath him deeper at the same time.
Shen Qingqiu's backside felt a moment of pain, and he sighed: "…face…face…"
Shen Qingqiu's body was red with the strong burning of the wine, and at the same time, it was as if he was being steamed by the wine, even his breath gave off a sweet smell. Luo Binghe couldn't help but kiss him with his head sideways, searching his mouth with the tip of his tongue, only to feel that his body fluids all emanated the smell of mellow wine.
"Shizun," he said, "Do you want to look at my face?"
Shen Qingqiu gave a slight nod.
Luo Binghe said, "Think about it. Doing it from the back, this was originally requested by Shizun. If you want to change it to the front…I'm afraid it won't be so easy to turn back again."
His rustling baritone voice lingered in Shen Qingqiu's ears, Shen Qingqiu felt dizzy and twisted his back.
Luo Binghe pulled out and roughly turned him to lay on his back, a position where he could easily be butchered.
Shen Qingqiu's pale cheeks were pink, his eyes and nose were especially red, and there were a few teardrops on his eyelashes. Luo Binghe kissed him one place at a time, and gently rubbed the outer edge of the tender meat at the mouth of his hole with the fingers of one hand. He said gently: "Shizun… …look."
Shen Qingqiu's chin was guided by him. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the base of his white thighs, messy with wine and semen. A flower seemed to be opened in the middle of the two plump meat mounds, swollen into a circle, the inner wall turned out, and it was convulsing poorly, spitting out some cloudy white liquid.
"…" Shen Qingqiu was speechless, subconsciously raising his hand to cover his eyes.
Luo Binghe comforted him and kissed several places on his cheek, then thrust in again.
Shen Qingqiu felt another instance of burning pain. Luo Binghe no longer supported his backside. He fell down, his black hair spread out on the pillow mat, his fingers weakly plunged into the tight muscles of Luo Binghe's back, and he lifted his neck.
After going in and out vigorously, the alcohol in Shen Qingqiu's stomach flowed out a good amount. The inner wall, which was washed in and out of spirits, was in perfect condition at this time, warm and flexible, sensitive, passionate, with a feeling of uneasiness, wanting to squeeze and suck in the invading foreign object with all its strength, but also afraid of being scratched. The wet hole made squishing sounds as it was rubbed, and Shen Qingqiu's legs were entangled around Luo Binghe's waist, the smooth and slippery inner thighs rubbed his skin, his toes curled up, and his expression was drunk.
The aroma of wine was diffused, and the wine was strong. Shen Qingqiu was indeed… drunk.
But before he became so drunk that he would fall unconscious, Luo Binghe woke him up.
Luo Binghe supported his arms and got up from the bed.
Shen Qingqiu's own weight sank down, and the penis immediately pushed down the layers of soft flesh and hit a deeper spot. His heart was about to be pushed out of his throat by this action, as if it were a sharp sword that pierced him, twisting desperately. But he was hugged by the air, and no matter how hard he twisted, it only made the backside and the invading object more closely embedded, causing this evil disciple's thing to swell in his body several more times; it was almost making him vomit.
Even more terrifying was that in the next moment, Luo Binghe began to walk.
This posture allowed Shen Qingqiu to swallow Luo Binghe's penis extremely deeply. Every step he took, the sexual instrument never pulled out, stirring and changing the angle in his body, but he always enjoyed the time when Shen Qingqiu's backside would tremble and shrink as it was massaged. In addition to being inserted too deeply and wanting to vomit, he was also afraid that he would fall off.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't stand it anymore and haltingly said, "Wait, wait… it's too deep… Bing… …Binghe put, put me down…"
Luo Binghe bit his earlobe and whispered with a slight gasp, "Shizun…it's not deep enough…not enough…"
Shen Qingqiu's stomach was stuffed with fullness and swelling, he said uncomfortably, "How deep are you going… Where do you want to go!"
Luo Binghe hugged him happily and pressed him to the table. Shen Qingqiu's upper body was pressed tightly against the tabletop, his hands were pushed back, and his legs weakly and softly stepped on the ground.
His arms were stuck to the edge of the table, and the hole was wide open. The place where Luo Binghe frequently attacked was pressed tightly to the table so that the table was bumped to the point where it swayed nonstop.
Shen Qingqiu's face was pressed against the tabletop, feeling that between the two thighs, there was a hard object coming in and out, but he could barely hold on. From the legs to the hips, he was trembling, almost unable to stand. But Luo Binghe was still holding the snow-white buttocks in both hands, squeezing them towards the middle, enjoying the monstrous pleasure of being clamped by the intestinal wall and buttocks at the same time.
Shen Qingqiu only felt that the foreign object spread a sensation between the thighs that felt like unprecedented torture. The hips were constantly rubbed and slapped. Although it did not hurt, he was very ashamed. After a while, Luo Binghe changed his way of playing again. Every time, he only pulled out a little bit, and then pushed back in harder, his buttocks were deformed by his fingers. Shen Qingqiu was lying on the table, the tender and delicate flesh deep in the inner wall was scorched and rubbed thoroughly by both liquid and skill, both painful and itchy, almost going crazy, yet he was stuck in place, unable to move, and had to take in all of Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe deserved the title of Xueba. Being provided with just the teaching materials, he was able to reproduce such results that made people overwhelmed.
He cried without tears, and whimpered feebly: "…you…what else did you see…"