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And then there's Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu with "Stalkers tango" by Autoheart.

Shang Qinghua and Luo Binghe all freaked up with their respective husbands because I firmly believe they are the peak depiction of this quote "Same words, different font."

You cannot tell me Shang Qinghua didn't project a little bit of himself in Luo Binghe.

He'd be curious in his disciple years, and when he became head disciple—he tried it and got hooked on it. It was only a few times though.

So when the time came that he finally became peak lord of An Ding peak, you bet your ass Shang Qinghua is smoking through his smoking pipe 24/7. His office? Smoking. His bedroom? Smoking. The Northern kingdom? Smoking. The court? Smoking.

The only reason why his teeth, esophagus, and lungs aren't rotting yet is because of cultivation ❤️❤️❤️.

And aside from Mobei Jun's presence (and mouth), noodles, annual peak lord meetings, and novel filled porn giving him a brief moment of stopping himself from french kissing his smoke pipe (MBJ comes first ofc)—nothing, and I mean NOTHING, is stopping him from ordering some premium aromatic stuff or a plant that's the same as tobacco and stuffing it inside the pipe.

You'd most definitely see him with his smoking pipe when dealing with paper work or the court itself.

He'd definitely use some shit like this with or without the pouch. And the smell definitely cling to him too—a demon/servant would walk in the Northern palace halls and when they catch a whiff of tobacco/aromatics, they'd immediately come to a conclusion that Shang Qinghua was there or is currently there.

AGAIN—the smell clings to him. MBJ finds it hot. Shen Yuan would most likely use his fan to fan the smell away lol. His disciples are used to it. The peak lords (SOME) are okay with it because most likely their shizuns have done it before. And merchants are swimming in fucking gold because Shang Qinghua is their n.1 regular buyer of tobacco/aromatics.

Like—it starts with Shang Qinghua becoming so frustrated that he is this close 🤏 to crashing out and cursing tf our of everyone left and right because the minor clans have their heads up their asses, Linguang Jun keeps sending assassins that ends up being killed anyway and the only problem about that is the blood staining his favorite robes, An Ding Peak also keeps adding up to the problem via paperwork that can be comparable to a fucking mountain. Etc etcetc. His breaking his back running the Northern Kingdom and An Ding peak singlehandedly (I stand truth to competent SQH)

And Mobei-Jun notices this, and being the good husband that he is, proposes that Shang Qinghua blow some steam off. Shang Qinghua is a bit hesitant but it's nothing that Mobei Jun's glare couldn't fix.

Shang Qinghua: "Ayiah, my king is so demanding yet so generous! I have no choice but to comply to his husband’s demands now. Come, come, let's go to our bedroom."

Mobei-Jun: "...?"

Mobei-Jun has never seen his human ever take a break. Sleeping for hours upon hours when given the chance or if Mobei Jun forces him? Sure. Sitting on his chair as he ignores the paperwork like it doesn't exist? ...Doesn't really count. So it surprises him greatly when Shang Qinghua drags him to their bedroom to sleep (Knowing his husband, Shang Qinghua as much as he avoids sleeping, he adores it.)

For demons, their way of blowing off some steam is to duel. Yes. Not that surprising, but to duel.

So imagine to his surprise that this duel takes place in their bedroom AND Mobei Jun is the one to receive it. Shang Qinghua basically fucks him seven ways to sunday until Mobei Jun dry orgasms. And Mobei Jun is so baffled and overstimulated and horny that he's crying and pushing his hips back for more even though he knows that there's nothing left for him to give because Shang Qinghua has wrung him dry. But the aftermath ends with Shang Qinghua taking care of Mobei Jun via cleaning him up and massaging him and passing the fuck out on Mobei Jun's chest.

And Mobei Jun keeps staring at the ceiling then at Shang Qinghua.

Shang Qinghua: *Snoring and mumbling something.*