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Yuwu Theatre:

Could he still love a man who hurt him before?

2ha Theatre:

Red Strings of Fate Found. Cafe Modern AU[Part One]

Red Strings of Fate Found Modern AU[Part Two]

Red Strings of Fate Found Modern AU[Part 2.5/Request]

Your Shixiong will follow you to the edge of the universe [Part One/Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning]

Your Shixiong will follow you to the edge of the universe [Part Two/Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning.]

A Ruined Plan Modern AU [Request]

A Love-Sicken White Cat Shidi With His Shixiong [Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning]

Bad Influences. Modern Au[Request]

Sick Lovers[Request]

Not him.[Modern Au. Request. Chapter One]

Not him[Modern Au. Request. Chapter Two]

The Dirty Pebble Stone[Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning.]

To Late To Confess[Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning.]

A Blessing Turned Into A Nightmare [Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning.]

To Have You Here, Beside Us [Farm Arc Request, Shixiong of Chu Wanning.]

2ha Fanfic(The Husky And The White Cat With Their Baobei)

A dumb husky couldn’t stop shaking the white cat like a toy, while the Baobei is mentally freaking out and don’t know what to do

- Lighter version. Slubby plotline.

Genderfluid, changes form.

Chapter 1 (revised)

Chapter 2 (revised)

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 (revised)

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10 (include mention of erotic drawings)

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Rewritten version (The Husky And The White Cat With Their Baobei)/ A Thread Between Two Worlds

A story of the trio. Three piles of ashes began a new life. From lovers to enemies to lovers again.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (on my stage of experimenting on smuts, haha..)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Darker 2HA Fanfic

The Misery of the Songstress’ Child (Tw)

The result of nonconsensual intimacy.

With you, as the result.

- Involves tons of TW, a darker version, half to decent plotline(this part actually makes sense)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

If it’s the universe of 2ha(Danmei) that merges with the world of Where Winds Meet(WWM)

The talk of the Jianghu.

The existence of emperors, cultivators, wanderers, and swordsmen.

Pawns.

Sect Categories

Nine Mortal Ways - Lower Realm Sect.

Wells of Heaven - Lower Realm Sect.

Silver Needle - Lower Realm Sect.

Velvet Shade - Upper Realm Sect.

Mohist Hill - Upper Realm Sect.

Hollow Vale- Upper Realm Sect.

Midnight Blades- Lower Realm Sect.

Lone Cloud - Upper Realm Sect.

Inkbound Order - Upper Realm Sect.

Raging Tides - Upper Realm Sect.

Masked Troupe/Liyuan Troupe - Lower Realm Sect

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Following that idea and a WWM OC(Young Master) getting placed in the conflicts between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.

Meeting people of both realms.

Mortal lessons.

Trickery.

Uncle Jiang(Jiang Yan/Jiang Wulang)

Blissful Retreat.

Heaven’s Pier.

Aunt Han.

Ruby.

Chapter 14

Mo Ran x Male Reader x Chu Wanning

New OC(Wan’er)

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Present looking at the past.

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“Why did you leave so quickly at the sight of Miss Eighteen’s corpse? Did you have a guilty conscience perhaps?”

The two guards tasked with the questioning asked (Y/N) in the morning of the second day of the incident. The rice porridge was left untouched on the wooden table as (Y/N) spoke out a lie of having hemophobia. The fear of blood scares him, and that was why he left instead of staying. The guards exchanged glances as if pondering whether or not to let this issue drag further.

“Hemophobia, huh…?” Guard A is not convinced at all.

“How could a cultivator in the Attack category be afraid of blood?” Guard B does not believe that lie at all.

“Where were you before we found Miss Eighteen dead?”

The male disciple under Xuanji Elder answered truthfully this time, “In my assigned room.”

“Was there anyone with you to prove that you were in your room?” Guard A continues to pester the man.

A soft female voice came and interrupted the trio.

“He was with me.”

She got placed in the same area as he did. He remembers getting a glimpse of her leaving her courtyard; however, they never interact.

Wan’er, a shimei of Kunlun Taxue Palace, spoke out the lie to get (Y/N) out of the situation. Robes made from frozen mist silk fit around her curves perfectly, as her peach blossom eyes show the innocence of a virgin maiden.

Guard B stares too long, only to snap out of it when Guard A smacks him in the head.

“A man alone in a room with a female is improper.” Guard A firmly stated. “But I suppose that you're off the hook for now.”

With that, Guard A and Guard B left the premises. Leaving the previously questioned man with the female that got him out of the situation. (Y/N) stares at the backside of the guards, watching to ensure that the guards truly left. If even one were to secretly stay and listen in, his lie might be exposed even with the help of the stranger. When the shadows of the guards are gone, he breathes a sigh of relief before he stares at the shimei who saved him.

He gives a slight bow to the female in gratitude for her saving him.

“Thank you.” If not for Wan’er, he might have already gotten locked up without any ability to explain himself further.

“There’s no need to thank me, sir. This is the least I could do for what you did for me back then.” (Y/N) lifts his head and looks confused. “And you are…?” He has no recollection of interacting with anyone from the Kunlun Taxue Palace.

“Have you already forgotten our near-death experience in the cave, disciple of Sisheng Peak?”

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5 years ago.

One high-A-rank vengeful spirit chased a female disciple into the deepest part of the forest. Branches stepped and tripped Wan’er in the process. When death approached her, a clang of a sword echoed and slashed an energy wave at the spirit. It injures the spirit that growls at the new presence. The boy snatches the wrist of Wan’er, pulling her up from the ground and running with her.

At that time, (Y/N) had only been a disciple under Xuanji Elder for two years. No holy weapon to aid him. That sword that he used as a distraction was the one that was distributed to all Sisheng Peak disciples on his 10th day of becoming a disciple for self-defense.

A spirit of that rank shouldn’t be in the Basin Evergreen Broadleaf forest of Sichuan Province at all. Defeating a spirit of that level at their current state is a death sentence. The only option that they have is running away.

Little Wan’er let the strange boy lead her further into the forest. The screeches from the spirit persisted on their trail. The sounds of trees being slammed down as the spirit forced its way through the forest. There seems to be no way out of the situation. The forest stretched for miles and miles. Every tree replicates the others; it felt as if they had been going around and around in circles without knowing. Little Wan’er and the boy run out of stamina.

SCREE—

The boy’s grip remained on the female’s wrist; it weakened from tiredness before he regained his grip and pulled the female into hiding within a cave.

The moment that they stepped into a cave, a blue barrier formed surrounding the cave, trapping them inside. They were safe from the spirit at the expense of being trapped inside.

The boy signals with his free hand for silence.

The spirit paused near the entrance of the cave. The spirit roamed the entrance of the cave back and forth. The scent of the two people ended near the entrance. The spirit’s eyes sharply noticed the two people within the cave, and it charged forward.

The two quickly backed off out of instinct.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

The shadowy spirit slams itself against the barrier. The barrier bounces the spirit back. The spirit charges again; the barrier emitted a dazzling light, blinding the two inside the cave. Once the light dims, the spirit is no longer there. No sight of the barrier at all. No screams of agony. Nothing.

Did the spirit finally run off?

(Y/N) and little Wan’er’s naive mindset during that time was relieved, as they were safe, or so they thought. (Y/N) proceeded to head out of the barrier only to find that it was blocked off. Little Wan’er gives it a try, and the barrier does not budge either.

They were stuck there.

“Let’s see if there's another way out.” The boy uses his fire spiritual element to create a ball of fire in his palm. Bringing a small light to the cave. At least they could see where they're heading. Little Wan’er trails behind the boy until they suddenly stop.

The boy and the little girl paused. Little Wan’er behind him looked at the boy, confused and oblivious to what he had seen.

The boy has stepped onto a human bone.

….

Memory of the past incident in the cave flashed through (Y/N)’s mind as he recollected it. “You’re her?”

“Correct.” Wan’er, the disciple of Kunlun Taxue Palace, nodded.

The man stares at her, examining her features that have matured over the years to the point that he couldn't recognize her at a glance. They have gone through life and death together, yet he so easily moved on with his life. Drifting ashore and growing his power. His journey does not stop after one danger.

He has sacrificed half of his lifeblood to create a way of escape for the two of them. The carved blood spell on the walls of the cave. He has changed and uses his blood as a sacrifice to pave the way. The spell of the barrier weakened and soon collapsed, allowing him and her to escape.

Wan’er has to assist him along the way as his bloody self gets escorted to Sisheng Peak. Wan'er left after he reached the entrance. The Xuanji Elder, his Shizun, Shu Yunjia, got his wits scared out of him at the sight of the bloody disciple of his. The last time Shu Yunjia saw his disciple was when he asked him what place is the best for meditation, and he gave the response “Basin Evergreen Broadleaf Forest.” For the forest has an abundant supply of spiritual qi and lowlife spirit animals roaming around, good for meditation without interruption.

In the end, he sent his own disciple to a jaw of a gaping tiger, for this was the first time that Shu Yunjia saw anyone return this bloody.

Wan’er told the Xuanji Elder and the sect leader present at that time about the barrier and the sacrificial 10-year lifeblood. The elders of Sisheng Peak have not much faith in his recovery, even predicting the possibility that he might be crippled for the rest of his cultivation life. Unable to cultivate. Forever

Fortune and luck were on his side, as after 3 months of recovery, (Y/N) went back to his usual cultivation self.

What Wan’er never knew was how that ended up turning into that boy’s lifelong regret.

His lifelong regret was saving her. For if he had not saved her, he wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state at that time. He shouldn’t have intervened and let her suffer her fate of being torn apart by the spirit.

Indeed, how his mindset has changed as he grows. He does not care about the lives of others. Only himself and his survival. His younger self would have been disappointed by how heartless the older self has become. But that’s another issue for another time.

“You looked tired, Brother Lin. Have you not been sleeping well?” Wan’er supposed that now he has remembered her, she could call him by the nickname of their time. Lin was the last name of (Y/N) for in this life and the past, he was born a part of the Lin clan.

“Never could get a good rest.” The dark bags under his eyes were the evidence. They have been there for God knows how long. Those nightmares of the past life pestering him till no end. Only in his death could he find peace.

The diary is still missing. He was certain that he had brought it with him. He worried that the diary had gotten into the wrong hands.

Wan’er looked concerned at the male disciple of Sisheng Peak before she remembered, “The Kunlun Taxue Palace has a lot of pills for good sleep. Next time, I’d ask someone to deliver it to Sisheng Peak.”

The Kunlun Taxue Palace is stocked to the max with such pills that regard sleep and beauty. Sleep is crucial to the development of a cultivator and for keeping up the reputation of Taxue Palace. There has been quite a popular book among the cultivation realm listing which sect has the most beautiful group of cultivators. Kunlun Taxue Palace is among the top three. The cultivators take great pride in enhancing and maintaining their beauty.

“No need.” (Y/N) declines the offer. He has tried all the sleeping and good dream pills on the market. Not as effective as he wished they could be. He believed that there is no difference between the pills he brought and the ones specifically prescribed to the Kunlun Taxue Palace.

Wan’er remained polite even with the decline of her kind offer. It has been so long since they last saw each other. “Brother Lin, how have you been?”

….

For the next few days, (Y/N) has been guilt-ridden for his actions. He has heard from Wan’er and the others that Miss Eighteen died. That he has wronged Mo Ran. Fallen into the illusion trap set by Hua Binan. Reacted according to Hua Binan’s plan. He was aware that it was an illusion to harm his relationship with Mo Ran; even so, at the sight of it, it sent a haunting chill down his spine.

Why was Hua Binan specifically targeting him in the illusions? Why didn’t anyone else see the same thing as he did? What did Hua Binan benefit from doing that?

He wondered if Mo Ran felt deeply wronged at the sight of him leaving. Another part of (Y/N) contracted this idea, pushing forward the claim that Mo Ran was his past life’s murderer and doesn't deserve his support in this life.

Will he be willing to push away his past grudges so that he won’t become a pawn of Hua Binan’s plot?

To put your sword down in front of an enemy…

For he is not willing to forgive the man who killed him and become a haunting memory for the rest of his reincarnation so easily. Mo Ran will not be let off the hook. The mastermind knows that, and he knows it too. That’s why he has been dreading and unsure what path he should take. Would he still have to make these decisions if he had taken the path of becoming a disciple of another sect?

It was already too late. Now he could only make the decisions based on the consequences of his actions.

He silently cursed to himself. He needs to prioritize benefits over his internal conflicts. He has to work together with the man who killed him in his past life to end this game of pawn.

He couldn’t go empty-handed for his apology. He decided to purchase some meat buns as a form of apology. As (Y/N) paid for the bag of meat buns and the vendor handed it to him, he held the bag in his hand and walked in the direction of the prison. He has gotten some intel from others throughout these days, and he somewhat has an idea of where the prison is. He still hasn’t confirmed it himself, as during those past days, he did not have the courage to take the first step to visit Mo Ran and Xia Sini.

The meat buns are warm in the bag. It was odd. (Y/N) recalls his first meal in Peach Blossom Springs: three steamed buns brought by Mo Ran. He supposedly might as well pay Mo Ran back using the same food that Mo Ran offered him. However, wouldn't that be repaying Mo Ran for the meal rather than an apology for the quick leave?

(Y/N) decided to pick some milk candy from the candy stall nearby. He could offer some for Chu Wanning as well since he remembered reading something about how the Yuheng Elder loves sweets. He paused when he recalled that Mo Ran likes spicy food over sweet ones. He went through some back and forth with his internal self and gave in, deciding to buy one more thing before heading off.

That being two sets of scallion pancakes with chili oil.

His hands were filled with the bags of food and candy. His mind pondered how he would interact with Mo Ran.

Another dreadful thought came up: What if the feathered tribe guard guarding that place doesn't allow any visitors?

Wouldn't that mean he purchased it all for nothing? Why didn't he think of that sooner?

“Why are you still here?!” Somebody snapped him out of his daze.

(Y/N) turns around only to meet a feathered tribe guard. “I planned to visit a friend. Has there been any issue?”

“Everyone else is gathered around the Dewsip Pavilion to hear Miss Eighteen’s murderer’s explanation, and you’re out here visiting a friend?”

“Ah…” Before then, (Y/N) had been meditating and letting his spiritual qi circulate inside his room. He was oblivious to the meeting. Nobody informed him. His mind went back to hearing the footsteps of Wan’er outside his room; however, at that point, he could not stop at the most crucial point of the meditation due to the possibility of major backlash from the interruption. It appeared that Wan’er wanted to inform him about the Dewsip Pavilion, but she, noticing him in his qi meditation, decided to not interrupt. A smart choice on her part, as if she were to barge in, the circulation would break and his internal organs would have been damaged as a result.

That also explained how the usual busy streets have been nearly wiped clean of any pedestrians and most of the food vendors were gone.

“Apologies, I was meditating in my room and was unable to hear the outside news.”

He could hear the guard scoff at him. “You cultivators truly are doing the most random stuff at ridiculous timing. Go ahead to Dewsip Pavilion, young fellow.”

With that, the guard left him there.

He stood there, and he went ahead to ask, “Where’s the pavilion?” But by then, the feathered tribe guard that was previously talking to him was nowhere in sight.

No shadow. In a flash, he can’t find him again. How odd.

(Y/N) thought that they’re truly quick on their feet.

Now that he got told that Mo Ran was at the Dewsip Pavilion, what could he do?

He looks at the food stalls, deciding to ask the street vendors that he previously interacted with for the location.

No one in sight.

Everyone is gone.

Were the vendors not there just a few seconds ago? How did they disappear so quickly?

Bewildered, the man turns back around.

He ponders whether he should look around for somebody to ask for directions or just go back to his original plan of looking for the prison cave. His hands carried bags of food and candy. He would look like an idiot in front of others if he were to bring them to the Dewsip Pavilion.

He chose to play it safe and walk in the direction of the prison cave, planning to leave the bags there and wait if there was nobody.

…

Indeed. (Y/N) spotted Chu Wanning inside the cave. Chu Wanning’s 14 year old form next to a steaming pot of stew. The sweet, tingly aroma coming out of the pot drifted into the man’s nose. Strange. (Y/N) remembered that Chu Wanning can’t cook. That soup base must have been made by Mo Ran, and Chu Wanning is simply watching it.

Out of formal politeness and the awareness that Xia Sini is the Yuheng Elder, the words that he spoke at least a million times throughout his years as a disciple of Sisheng Peak slip automatically out of his mouth: “Present. Disciple (Y/N) from Xuanji Elder. Greetings to Yu—”

He corrected himself at the last second. “Xia Sini.”

Chu Wanning lets out a hum, not paying much mind to his presence. He observes the young man, wondering if Chu Wanning caught on. Fortunately, Chu Wanning’s eyes were glued to the soup. Like a cat watching a catnip ball. After a while, Chu Wanning turns to him, only to ask, “Why aren't you at the Dewsip Pavilion?”

He was embarrassed to admit that he doesn't have a sense of direction and does not know where the Dewsip Pavilion is. (Y/N) quickly changed the topic. “I bought some food and milk candy for you and Mo Ran.” (Y/N) put the bags on the table.

“Candy?” Chu Wanning’s interest piques at the mention of a sweet before he collects himself. “Which bag has the candy?” The diary’s mention of Chu Wanning’s love for sweets is truly on point. (Y/N) points to the bag with the milk candy. Chu Wanning’s hand reached in and grabbed a handful; only to realize how greedy he seemed, he let a few drops inside the bag before pulling back with two milk candies.

He quickly unravels the two and moves aside his white face mask, enough to expose just his mouth, and pops them into his mouth.

Chapter 13

Mo Ran x Male Reader x Chu Wanning

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Past memories coming to taunt the future.

Illusions.

…

Everyone gathered around the entrance of the cave upon a member from the Feathered Tribe calling everyone out for an important meeting. Before then, the cultivators were going on with their day until they heard the ringing of bells within their heads. The internal ringing stops with the voice of Miss Eighteen, “Return to the entrance of the Domain of Fiends.” Those who were not assigned that domain, as confused as they were, ended up following through with the command.

During that time, (Y/N) was searching for his diary. It has been a while since he read it. The last time was him reading it the day before he got selected. That was the time when he connected the dots that Xia Sini is Chu Wanning due to the same nickname; however, something changed from the original plotline. Chu Wanning was supposed to have the appearance of a 6-year-old; instead, he ended up having the appearance of a 14-year-old. The additional being that now Chu Wanning wears a white mask to hide the fact that he shares features similar to his original form.

He has already avoided every possibility of changing the story, even changing his Shizun from his past life’s decision.

The changes and plotline still end up going haywire from the original route because of him. Different events continue to occur as a result of him barely existing.

If he’s remembering right, the next event would be the accusation of killing the member of the Feathered Tribe. And the running that comes from it—he needed to read that part once more to jog his memories. Only to find that it wasn’t there.

He remembered he had brought it with him to Peach Blossom Springs. But he couldn’t find it anywhere. Did he lose it on the way?

His thought of worry was interrupted by the sudden ringing in his ears, followed by the order to go to the entrance of the Domain of Fiends.

….

“Mo Ran, put Jiangui away!”

It was too late.

There were already people gathering around the sight of Eighteen’s fragile neck broken around the replica of Jiangui. Among the people included were Shi Mei, Xue Meng, Ye Wangxi, and most of all, his Shixiong.

“M-murder!” The first word that came out.

“You killed Miss Eighteen!” The second.

All those chattering cultivators around them. Pointing fingers. Jumping to conclusions.

Mo Ran was covered in blood, unable to explain himself. He was unprepared to be accused out of nowhere. He thought that once his trial was over with Xia Sini, he could go back to his Shixiong to get a proper answer.

“It wasn’t me…”

Xia Sini shields his body, covering him from all the accusations being thrown.

Mo Ran’s body shook at the contact of small pieces of rocks being thrown at him. It hits him in his shoulder, cheek, and forehead. Hard enough for bruises to form, not blood.

His eyes scan around to notice Shi Mei’s look of terror. Beside Shi Mei was his past life’ Shixiong, the other one that he cherishes the most. The heartstring within Mo Ran snaps at the expression that his Shixiong has. His Shixiong was terrified and disgusted. His eyes meet his Shixiong’s. His shixiong muttered a few words to Shi Mei and excused himself.

Mo Ran’s heart went from confusion to anger to sorrow once more. His Shixiong does not believe him at all. Not even willing to attempt to prove his innocence. His Shixiong was so cold-hearted.

“…” Expected from his Shixiong.

“How dare you touch a member of the Feathered Tribe!” Shouted another, putting an end to Mo Ran’s delirium.

Mo Ran closed his eyes once more, focusing on the situation at hand. Pushing aside the conflicts of his heart. “I didn’t kill her.” His voice drops low. “At least hear me out before you decide to lock me up.”

Nobody wants to listen to him. Nobody cares about what’s the truth or not. They only want to believe what they see with their eyes, not the context.

“You’re covered in her blood!” A high-pitched voice said, “What more is there left to say?!”

Another agreed with the first one, “That’s right!”

“Lock them up!”

One of the last people other than his Shizun and his Shixiong that Mo Ran expected to stand up for him, Xue Meng, finally at the end of his patience with the crowd, spoke out.

“Everyone settled down—“

Before Xue Meng could even say another word, he got interrupted again. “Who the hell are you to order us around?!”

“Why should we listen to you?!” The crowd only gets even more heightened by the idea of listening to nobody at a time like this, especially someone from the same sect as the killer.

“YOU—“

Xue Meng, a spoiled young master of Sisheng Peak, hated it when somebody interrupted him. However, he is also aware that Sisheng Peak was a lower cultivation sect, leading to people from the upper realm being more arrogant around him. Xue Meng kept his mouth shut.

As he glared at Mo Ran for causing such trouble.

“Xue Meng, you believe me…?” Xue Meng huffed at that ridiculous question coming from his foolish cousin. “Yeah, right, you damn mutt! Always causing trouble and having me clean up for you!” Xue Meng’s face heated up from both frustration and embarrassment. “Aren’t you supposed to be the older one?!”

Mo Ran, at a loss for words, knows he is to be blamed for all of this. “…”

“Xue Meng…”

Xue Meng snaps his head toward the crowd. “Would it kill all of you just to listen?! Stop jumping to conclusions like a bunch of frogs and flies!”

Shi Mei stepped forward. “Everyone, I could also vouch for them.” Shi Mei’s voice is soft and easily gets drowned out by the loud noises of everyone else.

Ye Wangxi stepped forward as well.

…

(Y/N) leans against the peach blossom tree in his courtyard in Peach Blossom Springs. His heart is pounding against his chest as he tries to catch his breath. What he saw near the cave wasn’t the body of Eighteen, but the replica of his body whose chest was penetrated by a black sword. His bloody corpse with a hollow bleeding hole within his chest that is pierced by Bugui.

Voices of others were blocked out. He couldn’t hear anything other than the pounding of his chest. As soon as his eyes came in contact with Mo Ran, he saw him covered in blood as Mo Ran’s eyes grew an eerily purple, staring through his soul. He felt his throat tighten, and he quickly retracted his gaze.

He excused himself from the crowd.

He has expected to see the body of Eighteen from his recollection of the diary, but instead he gets greeted by his own body. Most of all, he hates how vulnerable he becomes from the sight. He knows that it was an illusion, but something about it felt so vivid.

English Translation. Poetry Collection of Taxian-Jun to Chu Wanning:

Translation by me.

Side Note: Don’t Mind Taxian-Jun’s habit of calling himself ‘This Venerable One.’ Small moments of closeness that he use ‘I.’

There would be more side notes in the translation.

……

《Honor》

This Venerable One detests this character.

Honor?

What honor?

Honoring?

This Venerable One see it—this Venerable One sees one blurred face, yet only these two words, “Honor/Congrats,” are written most clearly.

Congratulations?

It was always during the darkest years that these two words echoed in my ears—fawning, groveling, incessant chatter. Congratulations to this Venerable One on reaching the pinnacle of humanity. Congratulations to this Venerable One on marrying both a lovely wife and a beautiful concubine. Congratulations to this Venerable One on trampling all immortals beneath your feet, becoming the supreme ruler of the world.

What joy is there? This Venerable One’s ears are crowded beyond measure. You would crush the few words he left for this Venerable One into dust before you'd be satisfied.

I hear a solitary voice calling me ‘Mo Ran’ amidst the bustling, monotonous chorus of congratulations in this marketplace. Crush this voice to pieces, you all.

It is strange. Cold, faint, suppressed, and seemingly filled with sorrow. This Venerable One feels as though this Venerable One knows who speaks it, yet as though I have never known it at all. Crush this voice, all of you.

Without it, you may congratulate this Venerable One—congratulate this Venerable One on having no attachments left in this murky world.

Congratulations to you all. From this day forward, for all eternity, you shall revel with I, Taxian-Jun, in this Mortal Hell.

Ha! Ha!

——

《Like/Love》

The one that this Venerable One cherishes the most in this world is naturally Shi Mei. Strange. Why does my hand tremble as I write this? Why is the mat damp? Attendant, this Wushan Palace must be leaking—repair it at once. But wait—Old Liu, first check the Red Lotus Pavilion. Don't let rain drench that room. As the weather turns cold, the one this Venerable One detest most in that chamber fears the chill.[Translator’s Note: Detest. Hate. To be in denial.]

——

《Two》

Two?

Er Ha(Husky) was this Venerable One’s dog. This Venerable One kept a dog with three flames symbol on its head. When it was alive, it loved to go to the Red Lotus Pavilion to seek out Chu Wanning.

How utterly baffling. They say pets mirror their owners, yet why did it bear no resemblance to this Venerable One?[Translator’s Note: In reality, the dog did indeed resemble him. His constant visits to Red Lotus Pavilion. To Chu Wanning. The Endless Love] The day that it left(died), Chu Wanning copied scriptures for it all night.

Chu Wanning grieved deeply, while this Venerable One seethed with anger. Even if this Venerable One were to die, he might not copy scriptures for me all night. For this reason, this Venerable One has never kept another dog in the Wushan Palace.[Translator’s Note: Jealousy. A dog jealous of a dog. Ha]

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《Ha》

Ha! When it comes to literary prowess in this world, this Venerable One claims seven parts for myself. All the scholars under heaven take two parts, and the remaining one part—well, upon hearing that Chu Wanning is writing a letter to this Venerable One by candlelight tonight, I shall grudgingly concede it to him.

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《Possession》

What the hell is wrong with him! He dares write a letter advising this Venerable One not to slaughter Kunlun Taxue Palace?!

Who does he think he is!

What does Kunlun Taxue Palace have?

What is there worth protecting!

Xue Meng, is it?

What does Xue Meng have!

Nothing, but a featherless bird!

A phoenix that's lost its feathers is worse than a chicken!

What's so great about him?

What's so great about him!!

He has—

Everything he has, this Venerable One have too————— this Venerable One too am covered in wounds, a hole in my chest, blood on my heart—!!

You're blind. You can't see.

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《Sound》

The sound has faded into sorrow.

Chu Wanning, today this Venerable One learned a new word: sorrow.

It means dying too soon, life departing before it could bloom.

Chu Wanning, your voice had life—annoying, lingering day and night around this Venerable One.

Your voice, which scolds this Venerable One for my inherently flawed nature and unpolished essence, feels like an eternal shackle. Yet your words to me—that I have wronged you, that you bear no grudge in life or death—are like a newborn vine. Both the shackle's coldness and the vine's frailty torment this Venerable One deeply.

But this Venerable One can still endure. You need not teach by example, nor sacrifice your life to instruct. You—need not—let your voice fade into oblivion in this world. Speak to me. Chu Wanning. Speak to me, Chu Wanning!! I’ll wait here, I’ll wait by this pond. My patience is finite. I will wait only until dawn.

When dawn breaks, if you remain silent, I shall plunge the entire cultivation world into eternal silence—not a single word shall be spoken. Have you made your choice?

——

《Play》

Play—this Venerable One adore watching plays. It’s been ages since this Venerable One last saw a lively performance.

True.

Yet untrue.

This Venerable One watch plays day and night.

Everyone in this world performs before this Venerable One with utmost reverence.

Yet this play is icy cold.

Every face in the audience wears a forced smile daily, presenting insincere masks before this Venerable One—their acting so clumsy it stirs disgust.

Only the actor playing the Consort of Chu is an exception. The hatred on his face is genuine.

However, there was a time—in a fleeting instant—when this Venerable One glimpsed something akin to love flicker across his face. That was the moment he acted most poorly. Had this Venerable One not known his nature well, that instant might have filled this Venerable One with dread—could it be that in this charade of husband and wife, where falsehoods masquerade as truth and truths as falsehoods, he too had finally chosen to pander to me? And then, in this increasingly absurd farce of infatuation, what face should I present to him—heavily made up or lightly?

——

《Lousy》

You lousy frog. What's all this croaking?

Here's a rock for you.

Shut your gaping maw.

What?

You praise this Venerable One’s literary brilliance?

Who do you think you are?

In this world, only one person

has the right to praise this Venerable One.

But throughout this Venerable One’s entire life,

he never once praised this Venerable One.

——

《One Hundred Million》

Alas!

Who dares claim this Venerable One's writing is poor?

How utterly laughable!

This Venerable One is the foremost disciple of the Northern Dipper Immortal.

【Xue Meng's Comment: Got a problem?】

【Nangong Si's Comment: You upstairs, got a problem?】

How could this Venerable One’s writing possibly be poor!

Consider yourselves fortunate that the Jiba[Translator’s Note: Mistook inappropriately as Cock(actually meant ‘Cease Battle’)]Dynasty perished long ago. Had it not been so, you would have long since become black and white pieces in this Venerable One’s chessboard!

Moreover, this Venerable One finds the audio drama surpassing one hundred million views utterly unsurprising.

One hundred million? So what? This Venerable One could achieve it effortlessly.

This Venerable One possesses the Zhenlong Chessboard, commanding countless beings at will.

This Venerable One has traversed two realms—who could rival me across billions of years?

[Later, Taxian-Jun discovered an error and hastily revised it, his handwriting betraying a hint of panic: Naturally, this Venerable One’s late Wanning could accomplish this too.]

This Venerable One has a hundred-million-dollar project, but naturally, Chu Wanning must come and discuss it with this Venerable One personally!

Now then, who in their right mind would be so ungrateful as to dig up this Venerable One's poetry collection from years past!

Among this Venerable One’s billions of subjects, this commoner stands alone in his reckless courage!

Very well, very well.

Don't let this Venerable One catch you, or else this Venerable One shall bestow upon you the most fiery red willow branch from Nanping Mountain.

This Venerable One heard from the villagers that skewered lamb roasted over red willow branches tastes absolutely divine. Catch that brat and add a special dish to Wanning's supper tonight!

——

【Chu Wanning's annotation: I do not eat human flesh.】

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran

Farm Arc Request

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Shibo- Martial Uncle.

(Y/N) - The Qixin Elder

Intimate tensions. Perspective changes. Insert influences original plot.

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Love is simple. Saying ‘I love you’ to the person you love. It is supposed to be simple. So why was it made into a complicated mess of feelings when faced with the Qixin Elder and his Shidi, the Yuheng Elder?

Since Chu Wanning’s incident, (Y/N) has grown overprotective of his Shidi—the cycle of blaming himself, taking fault, and the inner conflict with himself. Throughout the 5 years, (Y/N) attempted to distract himself from the temporary loss of his Shidi through workloads and his teachings of his disciples.

He became the substitute Elder for his Shidi’s disciples. His longing for Chu Wanning grew with each second spent around Mo Ran, Shi Mei, and Xue Meng. Why? It is because they were a constant reminder of Chu Wanning. They followed after his Shidi since they are Chu Wanning’s disciples.

Mo Ran started to change. He started to look and act like Chu Wanning at times, in his unique ways. (Y/N) also noticed the changes. From black robes to white robes. The body scent from the Haitang bar soap, usually used by Chu Wanning, emitted from Mo Ran’s figure.

He wants to reach out. Grab onto Mo Ran. Pull his body against his. Rest his head against Mo Ran’s shoulder and inhale that familiar scent. The familiar scent of his Shidi makes him hazy.

Mo Ran’s figure has matured throughout the years. He’s taller. Mo Ran’s long legs, his broad shoulders, and his slim waist. Passing the average level of attractiveness. (Y/N)’s figure and features stayed the same, and he had already passed the age where he could grow further. He remained unchanged.

The Qixin Elder watched those around him change while he waited for his shidi’s awakening. He has those around him, keeping him company. Those so-called presences around him were like water dropped into the sea. Without Chu Wanning, loneliness is a seed growing within him. Inevitable.

….

Chu Wanning recently got out of his 5-year seclusion and was tasked with assisting with the labor tasks in the Yuliang Village. Seeing how worried-struck the Qixin Elder was, Xue Zhengyong made an exception and allowed him to tag along with Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.

(Y/N) carried a bag filled with necessities. Categories going from robes, ointments, bandages, and some bars of soap. Compared to Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, (Y/N) is the odd one out. He is overprepared for a mere trip that only lasts over half a month. It seems unnecessary to carry most things inside the bag. After all, what could go wrong in a span of a few days?

Xue Zhengyong previously reassured the group that the farmers likely would provide the necessities for the group; therefore, it is not needed to carry anything heavy.

The Qixin Elder did not take that advice.

The reason was that he wanted to be there in case either party got injured. The constant reminder of the lack of his presence contributed to the cold corpse of his Shidi.

Due to that, (Y/N) was the last to arrive.

Mo Ran was the first to arrive; second came Chu Wanning. The two males waited until Chu Wanning asked Mo Ran about his open lapels. Mo Ran, in response, was dense and, in the moment of being excited to go on the mission, reassured Chu Wanning by grabbing his hand to his warm chest.

His heartbeat thumped under the warmth of Chu Wanning’s hands.

At the same time, (Y/N) came over to get greeted by such an intimate moment. His face flushed, and his left hand’s grip on the bag grew tighter. Frustrated as he was, he didn’t know how to react properly to such a moment. Chu Wanning, noticing the presence of his Shixiong, quickly forces his hand away from Mo Ran’s hold on his wrist. Chu Wanning’s hand feels as if he has touched lava. Hot and intense.

Mo Ran misunderstood, wondering if he had done something wrong to trigger such a response from Chu Wanning. (Y/N) walks over, getting close to the two. Mo Ran moves closer to the other man. Feeling wronged by Chu Wanning, Mo Ran grabs (Y/N) by the wrist, pulling the right hand against the chest. “Shibo, my chest is warm. Is it not? Can you tell Shizun that? He doesn’t seem to believe me…”

“It is warm.” Too warm for comfort. “Mo Weiyu!” Chu Wanning’s voice snapped Mo Ran and (Y/N) out of it. Mo Ran seems to have realized how improper that was. “Ahhh…sorry.” Mo Ran apologized to the other man before retracting his hold on the Qixin Elder’s wrist. As soon as the grip was no longer there, (Y/N) pulled off. But the lingering warmth from Mo Ran’s chest still persisted.

A white horse. A black horse. A gray horse.

The silent ride to the Yuliang Village. The feelings are unspoken. The swishing sounds of the autumn leaves falling along the tree-strewn path. The thumping in the heart is only heard by the owner of the body. The heat in the face lessens as the mind passes off the previous moment. Simply the steps of the horse walking to running. The clinks of steel hooves on the horses as they raced through the hills.

The black horse that Chu Wanning had taken out of a moment of rashness came at the top as he held onto nothing other than the horse straps, nor did he strap any baggage onto the horse. He didn’t have to worry about anything falling off. The Yuheng Elder distracted himself from the embarrassment of the former moment that weighed heavily on his mind by surpassing the two.

The wind blowing against Chu Wanning’s face, strands of his long black hair flow in rhythms, and the contrast between his white robes and the black skin of the horse makes him more eye-catching. His impulsive thinking in the midst of a moment led him to unconsciously look more ethereal in the eyes of the males who were following him.

—-

Living under Master Huaizui for their youth, he never taught Chu Wanning and (Y/N) how to do certain things. To a certain extent, one could say that they were spoiled by him at the cost of some restrictions. After getting out of the control of his Shizun, (Y/N) went ahead to learn how to handle simple tasks like washing the dishes and cooking. Sweeping the floor. Washing and folding his own robes. Since that was his duty for being Chu Wanning’s shixiong. He has to prepare himself in case Chu Wanning ever needs his assistance.

However, (Y/N) has never once been near any rice paddies in person. Neither he nor Chu Wanning had ever harvested rice plants before. From the villagers’ constant criticism, mockery, and looks, both he and his Shidi felt somewhat uncomfortable. Chu Wanning was about to enter the rice paddy without changing his shoes due to how thin-skinned he is, only to be pulled back by his Shixiong.

His Shixiong pulls him back harder than usual. Reminding him that both he and his Shixiong shared one trait. Anxious and irritated by the people, held back by principles.

From the pull, Chu Wanning falls back only to be caught and have his back pressed against the chest of Shixiong. The subtle heartbeat of (Y/N), he could hear from the contract. The tip of Chu Wanning’s ears flushed pink. The other man gets a sharp intake of the floral body scent on Chu Wanning, making his body warm up unintentionally.

“I was too caught up.” The Qixin Elder excuses his action as Chu Wanning stabilizes himself. “We need to change our shoes first.” Chu Wanning lets out an ‘mmm,’ a subtle gesture of a small nod, agreeing with his Shixiong.

….

As it went. Chu Wanning and (Y/N) observe each action made by Mo Ran. That was until Chu Wanning, startled by a frog, tripped over a dirty pebble stone within the murky water of rice paddies. A dirty pebble stone. Irritating and a troublemaker. Why was it there? Why is nobody else but him tripping? Chu Wanning doesn’t know; nonetheless, he hates it. And his big toe throbbed in pain; it felt as if it was going to swell later on.

His shixiong attempted to grab him. The thing is, (Y/N) is behind Chu Wanning. Out of survival instinct, Chu Wanning latches onto the belt of the person in front of him. The person is Mo Ran.

At the same time, the Qixin Elder grabs onto the back of the white collar on Chu Wanning’s robes, tugging it hard. Mo Ran’s belt got yanked down. Chu Wanning’s soft, pale-as-jade, vulnerable neck came in contact with the fingertips of his Shixiong. The shame coursed through the white cat, as if he had suffered through courses of humiliation. A white cat caught by the back fur on its neck would have bitten and scratched the other person. This person was Shixiong. The white cat remained in such a position, ashamed and embarrassed. Chu Wanning stood on the tips of the hemp shoes that he borrowed.

The sickle on (Y/N)’s hand was forgotten as he threw it to get Chu Wanning up. His Shixiong made the move to attempt to stabilize him. Chu Wanning’s bottom faces in the direction of his Shizun, making this more awkward for him as (Y/N) wraps his arm around Chu Wanning’s waist. Pulling him upward. Chu Wanning’s hands unconsciously still clung tightly to Mo Ran’s belt. Behind him, due to Chu Wanning’s form blocking him from seeing what is going on in front of Chu Wanning, (Y/N) pulls harder. Chu Wanning wouldn't budge.

“Shizun…your hands are on my belt….” Mo Ran's voice reminded Chu Wanning, who abruptly released his grip and yanked himself back. His Shixiong, startled by the sudden movement, accidentally loosens his grip. Chu Wanning nearly falls back, only for his face to be pressed against Mo Ran’s broad, exposed chest as Shixiong stumbles forward in an attempt to regain his hold on Chu Wanning.

There Chu Wanning was being pressed against by two people. His bottom back is pressing against the front groin area of his Shixiong. His face on his disciple’s chest. His Shixiong’s arm was wrapped around his waist. Beyond lewd to him. His mind overheats in trying to process this situation; his first response to defend himself was to quickly get back on his feet. And hopefully, such things wouldn't happen again for his record.

….

Both (Y/N) and Mo Ran noticed that for the remaining session of the rice picking, Chu Wanning tended to lean his leg on the left side rather than his usual right. Neither of them came in contact with the pebble stone during their pickings; therefore, it didn’t come to mind that Chu Wanning stubbed his toe on the pebble stone.

Chu Wanning never says anything about it.

After changing back to their original shoes, it was mealtime.

….

Seeing Chu Wanning’s struggle, (Y/N) persuaded Chu Wanning to switch bowls with Mo Ran. Chu Wanning moves the bowl of spicy meat meal and soup, his doom, toward Mo Ran. Mo Ran does the same with his plain tofu and vegetable soup. Normal interaction until Chu Wanning’s hand accidentally brushed against the skin of Mo Ran’s hand. The hair particles on Mo Ran’s hand seem to have stood up; electricity from his palm travels to his groin.

The heat between Mo Ran’s legs grew out of habit. Mo Ran recalls the past life’s intimate sessions between him, his Shibo, and his Shizun. The hunger within his stomach seems to have settled off as he immerses his mind within the past. His Shibo and his Shizun went ahead to eat without realizing what was happening with Mo Ran.

The memory of the table and chairs beside the royal chambers with the eaten bowls of dishes. The aftermath of the robes being discarded on the ground. The naked bodies on the bed. The memory made him thirsty as saliva formed within his mouth, and he swallowed it.

“Mo Ran, why aren't you eating?” His Shibo calls out to him, snapping him out of shameless daydreaming.

What the hell is going on with him? He shouldn't be thinking about this after promising himself to treat his Shibo and Shizun with care!

Mo Ran, in an attempt to quench the sudden thirst within him, downed the whole bowl of spicy soup all in one go. Choking him half to death as he coughs from it.

Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!

He wasn't coughing from the spiciness but from how much he swallowed in such a short amount of time. It didn’t make it any better from the sounds of the kids giggling.

“…..” Words were stuck in Chu Wanning’s throat like a fish bone. Chu Wanning wanted to ask about Mo Ran’s well-being, but instead, he ended up saying, “Who told you to drink the soup that fast?”

It sounded more like a reprimand than anything else, even when the intentions were pure. Mo Ran is aware of that.

Mo Ran’s shibo, on the other hand, asks in a concerned tone, “Are you alright?”

Mo Ran coughs a couple more times before the aching and burning sensation within his throat starts to loosen. Once his coughing fit was over, Mo Ran reassured the two. “That was careless of me… I’m fine now, thank you, Shizun and Shibo.”

“Aiyo.”

A female voice attracted their attention. She is a young beauty, her fair skin and round eyes innocent yet eager. Her braided hair ended with a blue tie matching her blue coat.

“I got some throat medicine that could ease the discomfort in Xianjun's throat.”

His Shibo added, “Don’t worry, we got it already.”

As expected of his Shibo, even for something as small as throat medicine, his Shibo had already prepared it.

“Oh…” The disappointment in the village girl’s voice was easy to detect. That was until she caught sight of some spilled soup on Mo Ran’s hand; she made a motion of pulling out her handkerchief, only for Chu Wanning to be a step faster.

The handkerchief with a Haitang flower embroidered on it has long been used, and now the color has turned from bright white to a dull white. One would have discarded it, but Chu Wanning continues to keep it with him.

He cleaned his hands with the handkerchief. The handkerchief absorbs the small drops of spilled spicy soup. As soon as Mo Ran is done wiping his hand, Chu Wanning reaches over to retrieve it.

“What are you doing? I will wash it before giving it back to you.” Mo Ran said.

“I can wash it myself.” Chu Wanning said, sounding confident in his ability. Without his knowledge, both (Y/N) and Mo Ran are aware that Chu Wanning likely wouldn't be able to get the stain off unless he were to use soap. Seriously, how does Chu Wanning get stains off his fabric when he's been washing his stuff with only water all year long? Is it just constant scrubbing on the same area over and over again?

“Alright.” Mo Ran is not interested in tempting fate. He hands the handkerchief over, obediently like a dog giving its bone to the owner. Once more, the hand holding the handkerchief brushed against Chu Wanning’s. This time, he controlled himself as much as he could. The heat coursing through his groin is still undeniable.

He is willing to damn everything and everyone to care for the two people in front of him.

…

The stubbed toe of Chu Wanning worsened due to the lack of immediate treatment. It ached too much for Chu Wanning not to attempt to treat it himself. Chu Wanning settled himself down by the bed padding.

“Shixiong…” Chu Wanning calls out to his Shixiong, who shares the same room as him. Mo Ran has already left, and he could be more expressive around his Shixiong when he's alone with him. “What is it?”

Chu Wanning took off his footwear, exposing the purple area of his toe. His big toe has already grown from its usual pink to purple due to his constant pressure from walking. He rested his feet on the cold surface of the ground, while his big toe remained lifted in the air.

(Y/N) went over to take a closer look, even going as far as kneeling in front of Chu Wanning as his hand grabbed onto the right foot of his shidi. The contact made the tips of Chu Wanning’s ears turn pink from such an intimate gesture. His Shixiong is too close to him. His heart pounded against his chest. He did not retract his foot that rested on Shixiong's palm.

“Do you want me to massage it?” Chu Wanning’s eyes widened at the suggestion of his Shixiong, but he subtly nodded.

The skin of the big toe was scraped, and the skin was broken.

“We’ll have to clean it first.”

Their room has a large clay jar filled with water. At the same time that (Y/N) was about to retract his hands, Mo Ran’s voice came, “Shizun, I’m coming in!”

Mo Ran came into the room. He stares at the sight in front of him. His Shizun’s foot rested on Shibo's palm, and his Shibo’s face was lowered, looking as if his Shibo was going to kiss his Shizun’s feet.

The steaming basin of clear water shook lightly from his surprise.

Mo Ran x Male Reader x Chu Wanning

Request

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Imposter. Transmigrator. So called ‘Memory loss.’

—-

To love someone when they can barely remember them. Mo Ran and Chu Wanning both have the same issue with their partner. Their partner, the Shibo of Mo Ran and the Shixiong of Chu Wanning, has gone missing for a month only to return in a bruised state. Worried as they were, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning asked for every single detail from their lover.

The man does not remember the events that lead to his disappearance nor what happened during the one month at all. The Qixin Elder’s memories were limited, although he could clearly recall the names of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning as well as incidents of past missions.

Their lover would make unsettling comments in certain areas, trying to play off his amnesia. One thing that the two of them noticed was that whenever their lover shares his memories of the past before his disappearance, he always excludes his name from those memories. Almost as if he watched from the sideline even though he was in it.

Mo Ran grew suspicious of the current Qixin Elder. Something was off with him. From the time of his disappearance, he acted more like a stranger who knows their business than simply a lover who apparently has suffered amnesia. Mo Ran does not know why his gut is feeling uneasy about this current man.

Chu Wanning has the same premonition regarding their current lover. The idea that this Qixin Elder in front of them was an imposter was strong. Chu Wanning has known Shixiong for decades. He has noticed the massive changes within his Shixiong ever since the disappearance. This current man is not his Shixiong and not the Shibo of Mo Ran.

There was something that did not add up. A holy weapon is connected to the soul and body. Yet. The holy weapon acts obediently to the current Qixin Elder, treating the imposter like its owner. Chu Wanning and Mo Ran reconsider, wondering if they're just overthinking it and that this change in their loved one was a side effect of trauma coming from being missing.

That was until one day that Mo Ran decided to search for clues in the quarters of the Qixin Elder. He sneaks under the watchful eyes of the disciples under the Elder to get into the room. The room was filled with papers, stacked together, normal for someone like the Qixin Elder.

He shuffled through the papers aimlessly. Most were blank. New sheets piled up against one another. Reports of missions. Ceremony dates. Nothing helpful. He checks the shelves; merely books and documents.

Nothing that proves his theory. He started to have doubts. A booklet fell onto his head, hitting him accurately. Mo Ran picked the booklet up; the booklet has a weird and humorous title.

“THE HUSKY AND HIS WHITE CAT SHIZUN”

The same handwriting as the Qixin Elder. One that he knows from the depths of his heart. The idea of him misunderstanding his partner grew. Followed by remembering how easy it was to copy one’s handwriting and the fear within his heart of his real Shibo being long dead.

Mo Ran opened the booklet. Greeting him were his and Chu Wanning’s names bolded with arrows pointing to them signaling importance.

The notes of past events. Accurately to say the quickly scribbled summaries of incidents from the past. No mention of the name of the Qixin Elder. Mo Ran’s childhood and Chu Wanning’s childhood are written down.

Mo Ran never once told either of his partners the full story of his background. Not a single mention about killing the real nephew of the sect leader. Yet. Everything about it was written down.

Like reading a story with Mo Ran and Chu Wanning being the fictional characters within it. Mo Ran’s heart pounded against his chest as he tried to discern reality from the fake.

He does not want to believe it. His emotions were as real as any mortal's. Not just him. But Chu Wanning and everyone else.

His hands tremble as they tightly grip onto one of the pages of the booklet.

To him, it looks more like a joke. He considers the possibility that the Qixin Elder grew bored and wants to publish a story about him and Chu Wanning.

No. That wouldn't make sense. Why would someone want to publish the personal affairs between two people? Their partner is not the type to do that.

So what is it exactly? For him to believe that everything was fake is like crushing a meteor at him. Too much to take in.

The truth was as clear as day.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Somebody is approaching. Mo Ran rushed to put back the booklet and organize the mess he caused before rushing out of the room.

….

In a situation where one thinks that they hit the jackpot with everything already working in their way. Being the partner of the two main characters. Having a stable position and role. The dream that any reader would have, only to be hit with the reality that they were only an imposter. The real deal has died, leaving him to remain in the body.

When he checked on the diary, he noticed the slight tear on the corner of the paper. A part of him told him that he got caught; the other part reassured him, saying that it’s common for paper to tear with time depending on the condition.

At last, his heart can’t be put at ease since he worries that he’ll have to start anew upon being found out.

It was not just about starting anew; that would also mean the possibility of being hated by both of the leads. Having to find a new place to live. To get everything in place.

Similar to an ant being stuck between two boulders, he does not know what to do. How long could he keep up with pretending before someone confronts him? It never was his fault that he ended up in this situation, nonetheless, the fear within his heart treated him like a criminal for being in another’s body.

Chu Wanning x Mo Ran/ Chu Fei x Taxian-Jun.

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Humiliation. Sex during pregnancy. Threats. Pregnancy hormones. Idea of killing the unborn child. C-Section during Ancient China. Song Qiutong.

——

Taxian Jun strokes the growing belly of his consort Chu; his son is inside his shizun. His bastard child. A part of him yearns to hurt Chu Wanning consistently during his pregnancy, to kill the child, and to make Chu Wanning mourn the same pain he went through with losing Shi Mei. It’s simply fair after all; Chu Wanning took away the one that matters most to him.

Shi Mingjing was the only one who showed him genuine affection during his difficult moment. The sole individual stayed by his side following the bruises and scars from Tianwen.

His light.

Yet. His Shizun watched without doing anything to save him.

Although he can’t recall his childhood clearly. He recollected being rejected by his mother at a young age. The blurry details of the woman who gave birth to him. And her leaving him forever. Did she abandon him? He finalized a ‘yes’ since, in the later memories, she was no longer with him.

He desires a loving relationship with someone. The tenderness and care to be like the fairy tales that he used to read. Devotion. Loyalty. Genuine love. All are fake. His own conception is the result of wedlock and cheating. He has the habit of staring in a daze at the life force within Chu Wanning’s belly.

Mo Ran has once made a promise to himself to never bring a child into this world by someone he doesn’t genuinely love for fear that they will end up like him. Unloved. Now he selfishly brought a son into this world. At first, he distrusted the lotus divine technique he read from the archaic book that he found one day near his bedside.

A drop of both his and Chu Wanning’s blood on the red lotus that he took from Consort Chu’s Red Lotus Pavilion.

A blessing from the temple. Mo Ran brought the red lotus to Wubei Temple, having Master Xuan Jing officially cast his blessing on the red lotus. This man is insane. Who in their right mind would ask for a lotus to receive a blessing? The abbot internally insulted the ruler as he casted the blessing.

The next step was to extract oil from the lotus, and smear the substance on the belly of Chu Wanning.

The last step was to cut the lotus into multiple pieces, turning into a mush paste before making it into a soup. Under the watchful eyes of Taxian-jun, Chu Wanning forced himself to drink the soup. Apparently, these are the instructions to form a womb inside the body.

There’s no way that this could work. Both Chu Wanning and Taxian-jun share the same thought.

Until the physician confirmed it, Consort Chu was pregnant. Based on the pulse diagnosis, it is a son.

A child is the closest to the mother who gave birth to them.

That common saying rings foreign to Taxian-Jun, who never met face to face warmth from his mother. He is a child born from the womb to a heartless mother and a deadbeat father.

She must not have been a good mother if she is barely in his memories.

He, a simple man, driven by the desire for love. His naive self fancies the idea of the Yuheng Elder, his Shizun, filling the empty spot within him. Funny to say, now it was him filling his Shizun. A bastard child, much less. Talk about instant karma. Chu Wanning, unwilling to give his younger self his love, now has to give his body. Triple the value. Chu Wanning never anticipated that his disciple would become a future tyrant, and he paid the price.

A twisted part of him wants Chu Wanning to lose their first son. For Chu Wanning to miscarry as Mo Ran watched it happen without doing anything, like how Chu Wanning watched as life drained from Shi Mei’s body on that snowy day. Taxian Jun doubts that Chu Wanning would care about the fetus dying since Chu Wanning did not cry when his disciple turned into a corpse.

Nonetheless, losing a child would deal psychological damage to the mind whether the intended target wanted the child or not. That damage could be the last straw that makes Chu Wanning submit to him completely. The idea makes adrenaline pump into Taxian Jun. Chu Wanning being submissive, spreading his legs to his former disciple, knowing that he had lost this round.

Miscarriage shouldn’t matter since I could always try again with Chu Wanning.

Although that’s what he thinks. He never takes the step of hurting the unborn child within Consort Chu. His visits with Consort Chu grew more frequent, much to the displeasure of Empress Song Qiutong. The meal times were strictly monitored, and all meals were checked for poison. At times, Taxian Jun would eat meals with Consort Chu, picking the nutritious part of the dishes and picking it onto Chu Wanning’s plate.

“Eat it.” His tone is commanding, and there is no room for argument. Chu Wanning has always been the picky type, only ever eating sweets and pastries. Now that he's carrying the fetus, he doesn’t have the option to be picky. Chu Wanning would silently eat the vegetables and plucked fish flesh. Chu Wanning will avoid his favorite dish of meatballs due to the pregnancy making him feel disgusted coming in contact with it.

The strong smell was too much for him. Once it used to be his favorite, the hormones from pregnancy led to a change in appetite. His pregnancy cravings surrounded spicy food; even when he can’t handle it, there is a part of him that wants him to try it. In spite of the fact that he will always end up coughing nonstop, tears welling up in his eyes from the spice, he gets on the tyrant’s nerves.

“You hate spicy food. Why are you forcing yourself to eat it???”

Taxian-Jun doesn’t know that pregnancy hormones affect the appetite. All he is aware of is the throw-up. Chu Wanning chose to remain silent and resisted the pregnancy craving due to fear of provoking the tyrant.

The child inside me is innocent. I must protect him.

This child inside him was born out of humiliation. The only purpose was for the son to become a permanent reminder of him being degraded by his disciple. The one that he promised to protect in the past. He can’t find the heart within himself to hate the child. Subconsciously during his free time, he would think of names for the child. Mo Wan. The combination of both.

Consort Chu would randomly feel nauseous out of nowhere. The symptoms of pregnancy. Taxian-jun could have been thrusting into him and had to abruptly stop when Consort Chu needed to throw up. That drove Taxian-jun back to reality about having a child.

There are moments during fucking where Chu Wanning truly couldn’t take it anymore and pleaded for Taxian Jun to stop. It’s for the sake of the child. Taxian Jun would laugh and tell Chu Wanning that he doesn't care about the well-being of the child, only to slow down his pace. Memories surrounding the incident of Chu Wanning bleeding after having intense sex with Taxian Jun followed by the line.

“I don’t care if you're bleeding; we could use the blood as a lube.”

In spite of it, Mo Ran pulled the session to a stop and pulled his robes back on. Chu Wanning was left in the room, all alone, cleaning the blood with a worried heart about the growing embryo inside him. The palace physician came to visit an hour later, reporting to Taxian-Jun that the fetus was alright due to Taxian-Jun stopping before things could get worse. He suggested for Taxian-Jun to allow Chu Wanning to take a rest from the sexual activities.

Chu Wanning doubts that the tyrant would follow through, especially with the former cruel comment that he threw. Surprisingly, Mo Ran stops visiting Chu Wanning for nightly routines for the next couple of weeks. Empress Song Qiutong ends up serving in place of Consort Chu.

…

On the other hand, Song Qiutong was ailing from the news of Consort Chu’s pregnancy. Her maids thought that their empress was with an heir due to her condition; in reality, she was too far into vinegar to feel happy. The hairpins and jewelry gifted by Taxian-jun can’t fill the aching within the heart. It was so unfair. I was supposed to be the one he paid attention to….

Her beauty and her resemblance to Shi Mingjing were her only worth. Ever since she learned the true reason Taxian-jun married her, due to her similar features to his shixiong, Shi Mei, she began to use it to her advantage. Learning Shi Mei’s likes and habits. She can’t replace Shi Mei in his heart. The least she could do is to give him the comfort that Shi Mei gives him.

In the past, she was worried about Consort Chu getting pregnant after knowing how frequently Taxian-Jun visits him. Solely to rest assured. Consort Chu is infertile. She would repeat it silently to herself in her mind. Only I have the ability to bear the emperor’s child. She is the empress. Merely an empress in her title and nothing more.

I must endure it. She doesn’t have a choice since every thread has spikes in it. She trails her journey alone, trusting nobody but herself. The daily life of a Butterfly Boned Beauty Feast. All she ever wanted was to live longer. Nobody understands her. A-Shu and A-Lin tended to her needs diligently throughout the years; at times, words of frustration would slip out of her as her personal maids tended to her hair and accessories.

All those emotions are pent up. She has nowhere to vent it other than to her personal maidens. Nonetheless, she kept mostly to herself. A Butterfly Boned Beauty Feast like herself could only do that. Trusting anybody in this world is too much of a risk. She acts affectionately toward the emperor since his favor is what keeps her alive.

Her virginity is nothing, as it was taken from her on the first night that Taxian-jun got drunk. He rutted into her like a beast. At first, she was ecstatic that the lord finally visited her. The incident of him ditching her in the wedding chamber on their night of the ceremony haunted her ego. For him to visit her conveys that she's in his mind. Although he's drunk or upset, as long as she is the first person he comes to during those times, it implies that she stood a chance against Consort Chu.

Indeed, she was too naive. All along her chances were slim, and she clings to them. The news of Consort Chu’s pregnancy hit her like a slap to the face. My nightmare has come true. It’s a matter of time till her role as the empress gets revoked with the birth of the prince. Was it a prince or a princess? She hopes that it was a female. Females aren't of much value.

If it was a prince. Her life in the palace would be over. She will become a shadow with no voice nor power. The child can’t be born. My life would be ruined. The role of the empress is nothing if the emperor doesn’t allow her to have a child with him. Neither could she force him to have a child with her.

She rarely ever met Consort Chu. Who is that woman to have seduced the emperor? Everyone around Song Qiutong qualified her as a top beauty. Her maids would criticize the emperor, calling him “blind” for neglecting her; she would scold them, as if Taxian-Jun were to hear those words, it’s a matter of seconds till the heads of her maids are taken.

She can’t deny that it was nice to have someone that at least understands her viewpoint.

I was supposed to be the one that is showered with attention. She is the empress that looks like his deceased lover. Shouldn’t that have given him more reasons to make her his top priority? Shi Mingjing must have meant something to the lord. She has worked hard to perfect her imitation of Shi Mei, offering words of comfort to the tyrant.

A few weeks after she heard the news of the pregnancy, Taxian-jun began to visit her more. She was supposed to be content that the emperor was visiting her. While a part of her knows that it was because rough sex is risky for the pregnant body, she plans to use those sex sessions to her advantage.

Her plans failed her.

Somehow, when it comes to having a child with the emperor, she is always denied. All Taxian-jun had to do was finish inside her, simple as that. But no, he wouldn't. He always pulls out, shoving her off him as she pleads to bear an heir. She attempts to cling to Taxian-jun during the midst of the climax, wrapping her legs around him, making him press his dick deeper inside her.

Her strength is like that of an ant to the tiger. The harder that she attempts, the rougher the shove that Taxian-jun gives her afterward. She stops the moment that light bruises form from it. Warm semen spattered on her soft belly or the bed sheet. Never inside.

He would rather waste it.

The only tactic that she’s doing is scooping up Taxian-jun’s spilled seeds on the bed sheet and finger fucking herself after he leaves.

In hopes that she’ll get pregnant. Taxian-jun visits her frequently for a couple of the following weeks until he stops. Chu Fei had healed by then, although it was still advised to proceed with caution. Taxian-jun went back to Red Lotus Pavilion leaving the empress alone in the chamber.

Song Qiutong worried that soon she would be kicked out upon the birth of the child.

A-Lin and A-Shu made minor attempts to reassure her. The lord hates Consort Chu. The reminders to ease her heart. Their child will only be a bastard. Everybody within the palace is conscious of the hatred that the tyrant stored for his Consort. That the intimacy between the two is simply Taxian-jun feeling bitter and wanting to degrade the other.

Still. She can't rest assured.

Within her heart, the fear swallows the small bird.

I need to find another way. She tried to poison the meals prepared for Consort Chu, only to turn down the idea upon hearing that Taxian-jun was eating his meal with the concubine.

It is far too risky. Song Qiutong would be the first suspect since she's the only other wife. While she maintained her image as a virtuous empress in front of others, it wouldn't be too difficult to be exposed for her shameful acts since who else besides the legal wife would be jealous of somebody having the emperor’s child?

She waited for the perfect opportunity.

…

On the day that the prince was born, Consort Chu nearly bled to death. This was his first. Nobody knows where the child is gonna come out. Chu Wanning was told to push, but nothing came out. Something was off. The midwife looked down, between Consort Chu’s legs, to notice the penis and the ass hole of Chu Wanning.

Blood seeps out of his hole, forming a bloody puddle as gasps of pain and agony left Chu Wanning’s mouth. As confused as the midwife was, she realized that she had to cut open the abdomen to take out the child. The prince cut out Chu Wanning, whose pulse was already weak.

Taxian-jun held onto the baby, as the midwife rushed to stitch up the massive cut across Chu Wanning’s belly. He looks down at the son. Those same violet eyes. “My lord, Consort Chu is losing his pulse!” Massive blood loss and the lack of anesthesia make the sensation of being cut open more intense, as something is pulled out of him. Cold air touches his exposed vital organs.

Chu Wanning’s face was pale and wet from crying. His former tight grip on the bed sheet, loosened as his life force slips away from him.

I am gonna die.

He’s gonna die in this state. Exposed to others' eyes. Secrets all over the place. His legs were trembling so hard to the point he looked shivering.

Even til the last moments, his last thoughts were

I’m sorry, Mo Ran. I have failed us.

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran

Request

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Obsession. Love in silence.

….

In the midst of all the chaos, the Qixin Elder has long fallen for the Yuheng Elder. His first companion in Wubei Temple. Shidi. Hidden by his smile and easygoing facade, the seed of obsession grew as the years passed. Innocent love turns romantic. He grew worried about the people that Chu Wanning would hang out with. Uneasy about the possibility that any of them could steal his Shidi from him.

Chu Wanning was his to begin with. He wouldn’t allow anyone to steal his possessions. (Y/N) knows that Chu Wanning struggles with openly showing his emotions. Nevertheless, the first disciple of Master Huaizui never taught Chu Wanning how to. Why? The Shixiong does not want to risk his Shidi being stolen from him by another.

The heart was reassured at the sight of how scared the disciples of the other elders were of Chu Wanning. Rumors spread. The Shixiong did not clear Chu Wanning’s name but only stood by and watched as others isolated themselves from him. Uncomfortable stares everywhere that Chu Wanning went. Chu Wanning, all alone as he waited for his Shixiong to sit next to him in Mengpo Hall. All the years in Sisheng Peak, only (Y/N) ever sat next to him.

It made Chu Wanning feel a sense of comfort within being near his Shixiong. Having a Shixiong, one that followed him no matter what path he took, made him grow dependent on the man. Chu Wanning couldn't imagine a life without his Shixiong there. The loneliness and having nobody to depend on were too cruel.

Such intimate dependency. Chu Wanning mistook his feelings for his Shixiong as platonic.

The Qixin Elder is deeply in love with the Yuheng Elder, acknowledging it as a sinful romance. All those years, Chu Wanning remained unaware of his shixiong's romantic feelings for him. Why? Nobody would understand. If one of them were a female, that would explain it since it’s only normal for a female or a male to find attraction toward the opposite sex.

But they were the same gender. Shixiong and Shidi. A male can’t love another man; even if it were possible, it would not be accepted. It should be more of a brotherly relationship between the two males. In the end, it became like this. In love with each other, with nobody having the courage to admit it directly to the other person.

Dreams bring comfort. Only within a dream could they find comfort in the arms of each other, limbs entangled with the other. Chu Wanning rarely has those dreams. Quite the contrast to the Qixin Elder’s dreaming routine. The faint memories of his Shidi riding his intimate flesh. Each roll of the hips against one another. Pleads for more. The growing wetness sensation between his legs from those sinful dreams.

He desires Chu Wanning and wants him to be his partner. The Qixin Elder should have confessed his love. Things would have been different if he had. He did not. All those years. Waiting in silence and observation. It was not a surprise that Chu Wanning found somebody else whom he cared about. His disciple. A boy named Mo Ran.

Ironic. The Yuheng Elder’s romantic relationship with a disciple is more wrong than Shixiong's feelings for him. Mo Ran made sure to insert himself in every moment between (Y/N) and Chu Wanning. The Qixin Elder hates it; nevertheless, he endured it as per usual. His facade of a loving Elder. Mo Ran loves him for his kindness like the rest of the disciples.

Was that his true side? No. Does it matter? No, it doesn't.

He gained more profit through pretending. Mo Ran does not know that. The boy clings to any affection given by others; he takes it for genuineness. Mo Ran cherished the Qixin Elder to the extent that he married him in his past life. Never once did the man notice the pure disgust within the other as Taxian Jun forcefully took him within the chambers.

The Qixin Elder hid his fears so well that those who spent time with him often did not know them. Chu Wanning is aware that the Qixin Elder, like any other mortal, has fears; he does not ask him to share since it is personal. Other than Shixiong's dread of losing his Shidi, he is afraid of heights too. It is humiliating. At his age, he should have already surpassed that childish anxiety when it comes to being in high places.

Flying on the sword is too reckless in his thought; the idea of falling off and then having the sword slice him while attempting to catch him was a horrifying thought. Both Chu Wanning and he prefer riding the carriage over flying on the sword. Nevertheless, Chu Wanning never caught on to it, assuming that his Shixiong was lowering himself to accompany him.

Although Chu Wanning asked his Shixiong to teach him how to fly on a sword together, his Shixiong excused himself, suggesting that he preferred flying by himself.

In the end, Chu Wanning ended up on a sword with Mo Ran. Nobody helped (Y/N) as he struggled. Nobody helped because he said that he would be fine, and they took his word for it. He has nobody to blame but himself as he tries his best to trust the capability of his balance and his sword to not drop him.

The Qixin Elder was slow on his sword flying; nonetheless, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning took it as him enjoying the scenery in mid-flight. Never once did the man feel so vulnerable and exposed to the point that he wanted to spit blood out of hatred and cry his heart out. Too shameful. Mo Ran and Chu Wanning weren’t looking in his direction, yet he detected multiple eyes watching him as he made a fool out of himself.

Only after a while did he finally catch up to the two, only to hear those dreadful words of Mo Ran as the young man confessed love to his Shidi.

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran.

Request

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Xia Sini - Scare you to death

Da Sini - Beat you to death

Shibo - Martial Uncle. Shixiong of the Shizun.

…

Qixin Elder is the shibo of the two young masters of Sisheng Peak, Xue Meng and Mo Ran, followed by Shi Mei and the shixiong of the Yuheng Elder. Qixin Elder grew up in Wubei Temple, taken in by Master Huaizui; as a result, his temperament is similar to his Shizun. If he were to like someone, he would not openly admit his feelings to the other person. He would observe and, at times, accept things, knowing that it was never meant to be.

Nonetheless, when he truly wants to protect someone, he does not care what cruel method is being used. During his youth and times of being the only disciple, Master Huaizui would take him out on strolls as he looked through the items in the stalls. When (Y/N) was a young child, he was quite the troublemaker, quite the contrast to his current reserved self.

At times, (Y/N) will escape Wubei Temple or at least try to escape, although most attempts fail due to his Shizun’s high skills. His life in Wubei Temple has always been boring; he wants a companion. Once he pleaded to Master Huaizui to get a Shidi, only to be rejected. He has no idea the reason why Master Huaizui only picked him as his disciple. His memories of the years before eight years old were wiped clean. It’s like in the blink of an eye, he got out of the womb, and then he was in Wubei Temple.

Secluded with his literature reading and learning materials specifically selected by Master Huaizui to observe the knowledge from. He wasn’t able to read intimate stuff until he got out of Master Huaizui’s control. The Qixin elder craves freedom in the beginning, only to realize that reality and the corruption of mortal hearts are too much for him.

The Shixiong of Chu Wanning is being slowly corrupted with intense emotions for his shidi. Those innocent feelings turn impure and filthy. Most of all, the guilt consumed him. Drenched in sweat and with a boner after inappropriate dreams. A problem that never once occurred during his time in Wubei Temple.

Agonizing to hide his feelings. The desire to ignore all his senses, to slam Chu Wanning onto the ground, tear his robes, and take him.

The Qixin Elder has been negatively influenced by society ever since his departure from being a disciple of Master Huaizui. The curious type got experience with things faster than the innocent one. Yuheng Elder is innocent in the stance that he could be dense in indirect provocative suggestions. Direct ones, Chu Wanning could understand. Indirect ones are puzzling.

(Y/N) put into thought his emotions for his Shidi. The platonic feelings merged into romance. Wrong as it is, (Y/N) contained it. Sealing it within him. To not be heard and to not be seen. Watch in silence as things unfold in front of him.

Chu Wanning’s extra glances to a specific disciple. Thousands of insects crawling into the bare flesh of the beating heart. Biting and tearing at the heart till a mess was left. Why? (Y/N) heard that older people prefer younger people. Like him liking his shidi, only a few years younger than him.

Was he not enough? Too old for his Shidi?

Their age gap is small; nonetheless, he has already lost to Mo Ran. He hates it. The desire to rid the obstacles, to stain his hands with his love rival’s blood. Putting up a kind and reserved facade on the outside, the darkening seed grew into a black tree from within.

Mo Ran loves Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning loves Mo Ran. What about him? Abandoned and discarded. The disciples love his fake persona. No one could take the real one. Everyone will leave if he shows his true side to them.

Chu Wanning’s younger self would have understood him. Memories of little hands holding onto his slightly larger ones as they walked on a stroll. Innocently chatting away about their day.

Now that the younger generation grew old, the mindset changed. Everyone is becoming self-aware and judgmental. Chu Wanning will judge him if (Y/N) tells him about his romantic feelings for him. A Shixiong having such feelings for his Shidi was unorthodox. Out of the ordinary. Something that never should happen.

A Shixiong should guide his Shidi into righteousness and not have sinful thoughts about his Shidi. A pebble filthy with mud that can’t be cleansed until somebody picks it up and washes it. Nobody picked it up; they all walked over it. Away from thought and sight.

When Chu Wanning took the blood hourglass token from Mo Ran, (Y/N) attempted to snatch it from Chu Wanning.

Demanding him to hand it over. For him to allow him to be the sacrifice of this. For this to be able to cleanse away the sin. To his suffering in exchange for forgiveness.

Chu Wanning is stubborn, unwilling to allow his Shixiong to get hurt for his sake, and tightly grips the token. The Qixin Elder pulled harder.

SNAP!

The bloodhour token broke in half. One half in Chu Wanning’s palm, the other in (Y/N). (Y/N) slapped Chu Wanning at the last minute, the first time he raised his hand to his Shidi.

The man that never once hit Shidi has hit him.

Startled, Chu Wanning dropped his token. Mo Ran grabs the broken bloodhour token fallen to the ground. And the victims have already been decided. Vines took hold of both Mo Ran and (Y/N), draining their blood.

As expected, Chu Wanning picked Mo Ran over him. Although the Qixin Elder knows that Chu Wanning attempted to save Mo Ran first because (Y/N) could last longer, nonetheless, there was the other side of him that was saying it was because Chu Wanning favors Mo Ran over him.

Anger and jealousy rushed to his head, leading to him spitting out more blood.

….

Xia Sini and Da Sini are the new disciples under Xuanji Elder. Xia Sini is Chu Wanning. Da Sini is (Y/N). Nobody is aware of that, other than some other elders. In this identity of theirs, Da Sini is the older brother of Xia Sini. Ever since the incident of the slap, Chu Wanning has been interacting less with his Shixiong. Conceivably, that was the best result; lack of contacts is desirable in the midst of rejection.

(Y/N) assumes that he has been spoiling Chu Wanning too much; the slap is necessary in getting Chu Wanning to clear his mind. No apologies needed. Truth and honest thoughts are as obvious as the day.

At the sight of Xia Sini, the Qixin Elder is reminded of the sweet past between them. Shidi’s younger self. The naive smile of Chu Wanning. Moments where (Y/N) shares his candies with Chu Wanning. The origami folding teaching that Shixiong would share with his Shidi. The joy and the laughter. How nostalgic and now unfamiliar it has become with each passing year.

People change with time, like he and his Shidi, all becoming strangers and co-workers in the end.

He wondered if things would have been much different if Chu Wanning had never met that four-year-old starving orphan. If he and Chu Wanning had never stepped out of Wubei Temple.

Chapter 12

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran

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Insert effecting the original plot. Instead of Chu Wanning being a six-year-old, he is a 14-year-old. Chu Wanning got injured.

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Mo Ran and Xia Sini waited patiently for (Y/N) to collect his thoughts. (Y/N) hesitated for a bit, seeing that Mo Ran is also in the room.

“…”

Mo Ran’s eyes darken at seeing (Y/N)’s hesitation. He knows that he was the reason why (Y/N) is hesitating. A part of him didn’t want to make things difficult. ‘If you want me to leave, I could do that.’ Those were his thoughts on one side. The other thought was stubbornness; he stood his ground, not moving.

“If you’re not willing to share, you don’t have to.”

In the end, it was Xia Sini who dispersed the tension. Xia Sini knows about boundaries well enough to know that it is best not to prod into uncomfortable topics.

(Y/N) decided that sharing wouldn’t hurt since it was all just an illusion.

(Y/N) explains what happened in his illusion realm in the Domain of Fiends. But he left out the part about finding the illusion version of Chu Wanning pregnant. It was too shameful to even think about such a thing again. Much less, he has a strong feeling that Mo Ran would burst out laughing upon hearing that part.

“Someone who looks just like the Yuheng Elder, Chu Wanning?” Mo Ran contemplated before coming to the conclusion while snickering. “He could be Chu Wanning’s ancestor, and seeing that he married a man, I supposed he was—”

Xia Sini frowns under his mask, interrupting Mo Ran, “It was a forced marriage.” Xia Sini caught onto that much earlier than Mo Ran. That comment made Mo Ran pause. He was too deep in trying to make (Y/N) laugh in hopes of bettering his relationship with him to the point that it was pitiful. Once an emperor, now nothing. Memories of Taxian-Jun’s marriage with Chu Wanning flashed quickly through his mind before it all turned blank.

‘Since when did I become like this?’

Mo Ran wonders if he should stop trying. He should respect the other man’s boundaries. That decision takes time and patience, or it’ll all crumble to the ground into dust. That this was pointless to begin with. (Y/N) hates him. He hates him so much.

“(Y/N), you hate me, don’t you?”

Those simple words that he always kept to himself spilled. Mo Ran stares at (Y/N), waiting for an answer. Mo Ran knows that his question wasn't related to the topic at all. Mo Ran is tired of waiting. He has already been waiting for Shi Mei; now he also has to wait for another. The constant cycle of waiting for affection dug a pit deep within his heart.

Xia Sini observed through his white mask. Even a bystander could see that (Y/N) has been purposely avoiding Mo Ran. Xia Sini isn’t the type to interfere with others’ affairs. In a room of a trio, he felt left out. Nobody has experienced something so intensely for him to the point that they can’t help but tell it directly to his face. He is an old soul. Forever to be a bystander to the young loves. He lost his chance.

Xia Sini feels as if he was dropped into a jar of vinegar; it was average-level, so at least he could still breathe in it.

“I don’t hate you.”

A lie again. The same lie that was said in a past life. The same reaction. The same response. Nothing changed. In Mo Ran’s past life, ever since no effort was made in the relationship, (Y/N) and Mo Ran moved on and continued on with their lives in Sisheng Peak separately. They remained as friends; nonetheless, Mo Ran has noticed the invisible barrier between them in their friendship.

He has once asked the same question in another life to (Y/N). He knows that it was (Y/N)’s way to make him feel better; none of it is real. Even so, he clings to the falsehood as a way to make himself feel better. Mo Ran stares at (Y/N) again. The one talkative man seems to have hit rock bottom.

The sound of the massive bell ringing signaled the beginning of the 10th day’s round of testers.

“We don’t have time for chit-chat. Mo Ran, we should head out.”

With that, the other man was left all alone in Mo Ran’s abode.

—-

The clawed hand of the spirit pierced through Xia Sini’s chest, blood flowing down the injury. “Xia Sini!” Mo Ran stabs the spirit, annihilating it as Xia Sini’s stance weakens. Chu Wanning forces himself to keep standing in this teen form of his. The vengeful calamity, bad at aim, missed his heart by a few centimeters.

Golden specks of spiritual energy gathered in his palm before he pressed it in the gaping hole in his chest. Chanting a healing spell to heal the wound. The injury that exposed his bones slowly began to close until it was no longer visible. Mo Ran stood on the sideline, watching his shidi casting such a powerful healing spell; suspicion rose in his mind.

‘How could my shidi have such a strong healing spell on hand?’

Xia Sini coughs up blood. The mastermind has cast a spell that triggers side effects upon those who use incantation within the illusion.

Mo Ran does not know that. Mo Ran dismissed his former suspicion as overthinking. Mo Ran walks to Xia Sini’s side. “Guess you must have cast that spell wrong.” Xia Sini glares at Mo Ran. “I did not.” Mo Ran shrugged and decided to stop asking to keep Xia Sini’s dignity. Although, that spirit’s presence made Xia Sini and Mo Ran realize that they can’t stay there any longer. Staying out in the open will only attract more ghosts toward them.

Mo Ran and Chu Wanning quickly scanned the area and found a house. It was dusty and broken down, but nonetheless better than staying outside. Mo Ran tightly shut the door, finding the closest piece of furniture, which was a table, and decided to block the door with it.

With a shove of his arms, the table tumbled and broke down.

“……”

WHAT THE FUCK.

Xia Sini couldn’t help but crack up under his mask.

Mo Ran was stunned and bewildered. He didn't even shove that hard!

‘How old was this damnable house?! Was this even a safe location to hide in?’

Mo Ran’s face grew red out of both embarrassment and frustration. The table has wronged him completely.

“Forget about it.” Jiangui glowed crimson at Mo Ran’s hyperemotions. “I’ll be heading out to search for clues.” Anything to get rid of his shame. He made a fool of himself in front of somebody who was younger than him. “I’m going with you.” Mo Ran looks back at Xia Sini. “Alright. If you die, it's not my problem.”

Xia Sini huffed. “I know. I’m worried about you.”

That last line echoed in Mo Ran’s mind. This teen whom he met a couple of months ago said it. Xia Sini is worried about him. A smile crept up on Mo Ran’s lips. “I will be fine after all; you’re coming along, right?”

“Yes…but—”

The moment was interrupted by a disheveled, bloody kid, followed by the band of zombies. The same boy who contributed greatly to the death of Chu Xun and Chu Lan. Mo Ran already felt bitter about the boy. Xia Sini and Mo Ran spring to action, delivering blow after blow to the zombies. The golden willow vines work with elegance and grace, in comparison to the recklessness and hastiness of Jiangui. Xia Sini and Mo Ran were back-to-back as they took out the zombies.

‘He also has the same weapon as Shizun…’

With each blow that Chu Wanning delivered, Chu Wanning spoke out the instructions for the tactic used.

Mo Ran follows with no time to think.

The willow vine in Mo Ran’s hands slams itself against the bodies of the possessed corpses as a clash of energy emits from the holy weapon, turning the corpses into broken pieces of bone. Some were less fortunate and became ashes on the ground.

After the duo finished, their attention turned toward Xiaoman, who knew that he had no chance between either of the two; he kneeled and pleaded. “Please, Daozhang… I was wrong; save me.”

As expected, the Ghost King has abandoned Xiaoman once his use was over. Even with all the pleading, Mo Ran’s stance was stern. “Deserved it.”

Chu Wanning, knowing that the past can’t be changed, thinks helping the person in the illusion is useless if that person is already dead in reality. Nevertheless, Chu Wanning’s heart couldn’t take the idea of leaving someone for dead even in the illusion. Not when he pleaded with him.

Something about it felt familiar, as if it had happened once in the past.

He told a lie.

“Rest assured. Once we defeat the ghost king, the spirits and zombies will no longer pester the survivors.”

Eliminate the source, and everything else will follow.

“You guys planned to defeat the ghost king?” That sounds outlandish and like a sentence to death for the two fellows.

“Correct.”

Xiaoman doubts that those cultivators will make it out alive if faced with the ghost king. Once the ghost king kills those two cultivators, he’ll start killing all the remaining survivors till nobody is left.

“May Daozhang survive this calamity.” Xiaoman lies through his teeth.

—-

(Y/N) went back to his usual routine in Peach Blossom Springs, without the presence of Xia Sini and Mo Ran. Each hour that passed, (Y/N) pondered how to face Mo Ran.

He wondered if there was another way to do it other than avoiding Mo Ran.

Was it possible to treat the one who killed him like a friend?

Easier said than done.

…

Xiaoman slipped away with the excuse of a bathroom break when Chu Wanning and Mo Ran waited for the city’s massacre to cool down. It has been 20 minutes since he went outside.

“Was he caught?” Xia Sini asked.

“No. He betrayed us like he did with the city lord.” Mo Ran already knows the darkness within the mortal heart.

Chu Wanning silently takes in Mo Ran’s answer, growing used to it. Chu Wanning has gotten used to this result when it comes to his kind act. His fault. He should have left the boy for dead. At least for the sake of keeping Mo Ran safe.

‘What am I thinking…?’

That was cruel of him to think like that. Not like him at all.

Most of all.

Chu Wanning feels like a burden in his current form. His emotions are still unstable.

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Xiaoman’s upper half was eaten by the Skeleton King; his lower half dangled in the mouth of the Skeleton King. Mo Ran rushed forward and immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the ghost king. Each movement made the lower half in the Skeleton King’s mouth sway side to side until, with an obscene loud crack, the lower half broke and blood splattered everywhere. Most getting in Mo Ran’s robes and some even getting in his eyes, he fought back the stinging pain in his eyes and continued to fight the Skeleton King.

Chu Wanning coughs up blood once more. This time, the healed injury from the spirit became torn. Bones and the open flesh exposed. Mo Ran was too busy with the Skeleton King to notice the state that Chu Wanning was in. Chu Wanning tore off one of the sleeves of the disciple outfit that he was wearing, using it to bandage his wound. He was clumsy with it, only ending it with a knot and for it to be enough to at least cover the injury.

Mo Ran ended the Skeleton King with the last blow, dirty blood flying everywhere, staining the ground, and getting mostly on Mo Ran’s robes once more.

Thump!

Supposed that there’s no harm in posting my omodoki collection here as well.

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran/Taxian-jun

Request

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Modern Au. Spirit possession. Imposter. Brothel. Loss of a loved one. Inspired by the Summer Hikaru Died. Taxian Jun’ POV.

Chapter two

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Taxian-Jun Modern Au is a vengeful spirit of a deceased tyrant from ancient China. He existed as a lustful man, who slept and drank with those whom he found entertaining. He would occasionally get headaches randomly, encouraging his bloody rampage. The royal physician cannot determine the reason for those headaches.

The lord seldom trusts anyone, not even his family. Taxian-Jun slaughtered Nangong Yan, the former emperor, and his older brother to get the throne. He is insane. Still is. Nothing is going to change that.

The time he broke that habit was with his right-hand man and his left-hand man, whom he shared his bed with; he can’t recollect their names other than the dazzling red earrings his right-hand man has. The other man—there’s nothing that he could recall. As if his memories were completely wiped out.

Centuries of roaming around as a spirit could truly damage one’s mind.

The only two persons that he trusted were the ones who betrayed him. If he had a second chance in life, he would tear them to shreds and eat their organs like a beast.

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Mo Ran is dead. Taxian-Jun is a spirit from the past. Taxian-Jun currently inhabits Mo Ran’s corpse, gaining Mo Ran’s memories. At first he has no desire to pretend to be Mo Ran; who would possibly think that he is not the Mo Ran of the past? People change nowadays. One could change within one day. Like his right-hand and left-hand subordinates, all those old days they tended to his need and devoted themself to him, only to betray him at last.

In this new body of his, he indulged in women and men. Although he does not finish inside females, he would finish inside males.

This youthful and alluring physique is exactly what he needs. The reason why Taxian-Jun took over Mo Ran’s body as Mo Ran pleaded to live.

Mo Ran was an idiot. He never confessed feelings for his two best friends, and he died with that regret. A mistake that Taxian-jun never made in the past. If Taxian-jun was interested in someone, he would boldly tell them straight to their face. He was of royal blood; nobody could reject him.

He married multiple spouses, only to kill them the next second he got bored with them. One thing for sure is that unlike this fool that he is, he openly expresses his feelings.

That goes to the other thing that he is confused about.

Whenever he said “You’re mine!” to Mo Ran’s love interests. None of them takes him seriously. A blow to his ego.

For some unknown reason, Taxian-jun desires the approval of those men. The body’s partners. Regardless of his beastly desires, he takes his time in having fun with his new playthings.

Sooner or later, they will submit to him.

That is how things always been.

Time has passed quickly. 🙂‍↕️

“That thing is not him. It looks like him, but something else has replaced him on the inside.”

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran/Taxian-jun

Request

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Modern Au. Spirit possession. Imposter. Brothel. Loss of a loved one. Inspired by the Summer Hikaru Died.

Chapter one

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To love someone is not an option if it's already too late.

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The hiatang tree stood in full blossom in the spring of that year when the three youngsters made the promise of buying a house together. A house, a cat, and a dog. Chu Wanning loves cats. Mo Ran loves dogs. (Y/N) follows whatever his friends want.

All three cherished each other deeply. Nobody has the courage to confess.

Dreams were shared. Everything was perfect. Nothing could possibly ruin this. During the summer after high school’s graduation, the trio works to save up money for their future.

Mo Weiyu’s background came from being in a modern wealthy household. Chu Wanning grew up in the village before coming into the city, building his independence and strong-willed self.

Chu Wanning insisted that the money should come from hard labor rather than hand-me-downs. Mo Weiyu could only groan as he took an employee job in his uncle’s company during the summer with Chu Wanning and (Y/N).

Xue Zhengyong was sympathetic and allowed Mo Weiyu’s so-called friends to work in the company for the summer. Employees do not take them seriously due to being only high school graduates.

Chu Wanning has already applied to multiple colleges with his wonderful applications and essays. His academic and extracurricular stats are high, followed by being the president of a few coding and robotics clubs at Chengdu Shishi High School. His life was on set and planned.

Mo Ran and (Y/N) have other plans for their life.

For now, they need to save up their money.

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It has been weeks.

Multiple phone calls.

Messages.

No response.

His uncle Xue Zhengyong has no clue where he went either.

Search teams are still searching.

Chu Wanning got accepted to his dream college. (Y/N) looks at the increased balance inside their shared bank account. Worry deep within their heart. Expecting the worst.

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Mo Weiyu loves braised pork chops, char siu, and roast goose. Mo Ran frequently orders the 三宝饭 (a combination of rice and side dishes all in one) from the specialty Chinese restaurant store next to the barber store. That was his favorite meal. He could eat it multiple times throughout the years and wouldn’t get tired of it.

After getting out of the hospital, that was unsurprisingly the first meal he suggested after weeks of force-fed porridge.

Quick with his hands, he skillfully digs in with the chopsticks.

“This tastes good for this venerable one.”

Ever since being found, Mo Ran spoke strangely. At random moments, he would switch from speaking in the first point of view to the third point of view as if he were a high authority. The reports that were scanned confirmed that Mo Ran suffered from traumatic brain injuries resulting in natural distress, identity disorder, and long-term memory loss.

The current Mo Weiyu has the habit of looking in a daze. Only to snap out of it when Chu Wanning or (Y/N) calls on him. Whenever there was an argument, Mo Ran would use his former jokes to ease the tension.

“Have you not already said that once?”

“This venerable one did? Oh.”

That was Mo Ran. The person who never takes anything seriously but still shows appreciation to those around him. Tender and soft. Mo Ran continues to work in his uncle’s office. Another sign. He doesn’t know how to tend to the files. Chu Wanning has to guide him through the process.

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This ‘Mo Ran’ would slip ever so slightly.

When things didn't go his way, he would throw threats.

Once, (Y/N) was confused about something that Mo Ran said and asked him to explain, only to be told:

“What’s the use of those ears of yours? If you can’t even use them, you might as well cut them off. A waste of space.”

Those comments were deep and sharp. Daggers.

It was so out of character for him.

For the rest of the trip, (Y/N) stopped asking and slowly watched Mo Ran. Noticing the tension, Mo Ran turned around to apologize.

“This venerable one was in the wrong for telling you off.”

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Chu Wanning and (Y/N) have noticed that the current Mo Ran has not been their Mo Ran ever since the first couple of days. The desire to confront the imposter was an itch that couldn’t be ignored. They want answers. Chu Wanning warned that it was too risky. A male friend of theirs was killed, and the killer was unknown. Chu Wanning’s suspicions were pinned on this imposter. It would be too risky to confront him.

The trio turned into a duo. Chu Wanning and (Y/N) grew distant with Mo Ran. The activities that were done together now only involved the two. Even when it was a three-person activity, Mo Ran noticed that the duo seemed closer to each other than to him. It’s very infuriating. He needs to be the center of attention.

He wants to scream, hit, and kill those two for triggering such strong emotions within himself. Nonetheless, Taxian-jun can’t find it in him to hurt Chu Wanning nor the other man.

Taxian-Jun is the vengeful spirit that inhabits the corpse. His spirit is that of the tyrant who died centuries ago. He was betrayed by his most trusted subordinate at the last fight, leading to his demise. Ever since his death he has been roaming around Mount Qingcheng, killing visitors who interrupt his sleep.

Mo Ran was no different. A victim. Taxian-Jun was not sure why Mo Ran could possibly visit Mount Qingcheng. To pick a flower. Get a blessing?

Who cares?

Mo Ran is dead. He’s the one in control.

The tyrant plans to use this new body of his to enjoy this new life to the fullest. Wasting the original owner’s money on brothels, as he finally had a chance to have physical sex after centuries of not feeling the sensation of flesh. Afterward, he’ll go back to being lovely-dovey with Mo Ran’s two partners.

Taking the life that was meant to be Mo Ran's.

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Too late to confess. He is dead already.

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran

Request

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Pure and quick fluff.

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Whenever you're sick, your two lovers will put their full attention on you. Mo Ran will cuddle you while Chu Wanning brings in your favorite cup of hot chocolate to soothe you.

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Their lover is sick. Mo Ran cuddles (Y/N) on the main bed even when he suggested sleeping on a different bed due to being worried about making them sick as well. Mo Ran didn’t care. He wants to be there for his lover when he's sick.

The warmth of the bodies pressed against each other as Mo Ran muttered sweet words to him.

Chu Wanning is currently in the kitchen, preparing a cup of hot chocolate for his sick lover. He grabs a packet from the package and tears it, pouring the mixture into the cup. Filling it halfway with hot water and mixing it ensures that there are no clumps before filling the other half with room-temperature water to ensure that no tongue will get burned.

Chu Wanning clumsily grabs some marshmallows and puts them into the hot chocolate. An uncomfortable, irritating feeling came from inside him; he turned away from the cup to cough. Nobody in the main bedroom heard him since he was in the kitchen. He was sick as well. Nonetheless, he did not want anyone to worry about him. One lover being sick is already enough. He shouldn’t add to the mess.

Chu Wanning held onto the cup of hot chocolate and went back to the main bedroom. Upon hearing the approaching footsteps, (Y/N) untangles himself from the hold that Mo Ran put him in. Putting himself into a sitting position, perfect for drinking.

Chu Wanning hands it over to (Y/N) before quickly excusing himself for unknown reasons. When he was a step away from leaving, a sneeze came out of him.

“Wanning, you're sick too?”

The tips of Chu Wanning’s ears become pink from being exposed. He internally scolded himself for not holding it in. Mo Weiyu and their other lover suggested that Chu Wanning get in bed with them. With much hesitation, Chu Wanning finally got into the bed with them.

(Y/N) puts the cup aside for now. Immense within this sweet and tender moment.

(Y/N) kisses Chu Wanning’s cheek and snuggles up to Chu Wanning; after all, he can’t get Chu Wanning sick if they’re already sick. Mo Ran, feeling missed out, began to kiss the backside of (Y/N)’s neck as he pressed himself against the other. (Y/N) directed the embarrassment and affection toward Chu Wanning on the other side, this time being more daring and kissing Chu Wanning’s lips.

For the rest of the night, it was cuddles and touching of the flesh.

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The next day, as expected, Mo Weiyu became sick as well.

Chu Wanning x Male Reader x Mo Ran

Short Request

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Modern Au. Humor. Intimate lifestyle. Sexual preferences. Mpreg jokes. Teacher/Student

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Chu Wanning, the stoic and elegant man, has invariably been a self-reliant individual. He has the habit of getting his work completed on time. Ignoring the requests of college students’ emails pleading with him to extend the deadlines. He doesn’t give extra credit. Chu Wanning would not tolerate any absences, including excused ones. Chu Wanning has worked in the department of education for years; he knows the tricks of the students.

He has accumulated both negative and positive reviews from those who were taught under him. Primarily negative reviews, as others view him as too strict with his high expectations of his students.

Nobody thought he would ever get a romantic partner, including himself, until those two students came into his life.

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As for intimacy, Chu Wanning has noted the liking of his partners. Mo Ran loves the idea of bondage. Chu Wanning will get tied with his legs spread and arms restrained as his second lover, as (Y/N) sucks his cock greedily. (Y/N) loves using his mouth and enjoys giving blowjobs to his lovers.

“Slow down…ah…”

Chu Wanning would get overstimulated from his second lover doing blowjobs alone. His face flushed as (Y/N) sucked him off. For (Y/N), the thrill of watching his lover come undone inside his mouth was too addictive.

Afterward, (Y/N) wouldn't waste a single cum and swallow his lover’s essence. If there were still some left, the cum would be substituted as a lubricant for when Mo Ran fucks Chu Wanning.

With that being said.

When it comes to giving. Blowjob is not Mo Ran’s top choice on his list. Mo Ran prefers penetration, the tightness of his lovers. The sensation of finishing inside.

Chu Wanning favors handjobs; they bring a sense of intimacy while building up the sexual tension in the air. A space for conversation during private sessions.

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Mo Ran introduced the other man to the idea of wanting to impregnate a man. At the experimental stages of the relationship, Mo Ran loves to explore new areas openly. As the only sexually experienced person in the room, Mo Ran was tasked with teaching his lovers about concepts of sex. Sharing pornography literature with his lovers.

Chu Wanning was used to reading newspapers, textbooks, and history reports. Essays. (Y/N) did not have much contact with pornographic literature other than a few times in the past. The idea of breeding is intriguing. Straight stories where the male impregnates the female.

Or the gay ones.

Omegaverse is a subgenre that Mo Ran would read. However, the idea soon became a joke among the polyamorous.

“Don’t finish inside; I’ll get pregnant.”

“…I want you pregnant.”