Chapter 98 A Peaceful Heart (Traditional Characters) - Spring Mountain Regret, Ice Autumn Chant

"Wait, calm down first."

Luo Binghe, whose body was wedged between Shen Qingqiu's legs, moved forward a little more and said, "But I saw something very interesting today, and I'm afraid I won't be able to calm down for the next few days. What should I do, Master?"

After recuperating for over a month on Cangqiong Mountain, Shen Qingqiu finally managed to slowly regain his original form. Knowing that he would not have a good ending today, he still calmly said, "That's easy. What is it? Show it to your master so we can discuss it. Before that, please change to a normal posture and speak properly."

Luo Binghe nodded, ignoring the last sentence, and said, "Alright, then let Master take a look."

He slowly and deliberately took out a thin booklet from his pocket.

The booklet was brightly colored and looked rather gaudy at first glance, and it also looked familiar.

As Shen Qingqiu was wondering, Luo Binghe turned the book over, straightened his back, and recited it in a clear and loud voice.

"...After nightfall, Luo Binghe lay in bed, tossing and turning. Accustomed to sleeping in the cold woodshed, he found it difficult to fall asleep now that he was in bed. Especially when he thought of his beloved master lying not far away, separated only by a screen and a gauze curtain. The daytime's warm greetings and attentive care seemed to be right before his eyes, and it was as if a ball of evil fire was burning in his stomach, growing stronger and stronger..."

Shen Qingqiu: "..."

Luo Binghe remained unfazed and continued reading: "...Luo Binghe reached for the bed, rustling as he untied Shen Qingqiu's undergarment belt, and slipped his hand inside the fabric. He felt its smooth, delicate texture and supple flesh. In a state of ecstasy and confusion, he tore the belt in two..."

Shen Qingqiu glanced at the belt that Luo Binghe had just violently torn off on the ground, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He was speechless!

Luo Binghe tucked the booklet away, raised his eyes and said seriously, "It says here that I lost my virginity on the night I moved out of the woodshed. My passion was high and my lust was aroused. In the dead of night, I sneaked into the inner room of the bamboo house and did this and that to my master, who was being suppressed by nightmares and unable to move. We were affectionate and tender until dawn."

What the heck!

If I remember correctly, Luo Binghe was only fifteen years old at that time!

Utterly depraved!

frenzied!

As Luo Binghe flipped through the book, he said, "The 'Luo Binghe' in the book is not only bolder and more daring than this disciple, but his thoughts about Master are also pretty much the same."

Shen Qingqiu said, "If you really dare to do such a thing, I can't guarantee I'll take your life on the spot."

Luo Binghe leaned down and kissed his earlobe, his warm breath brushing against his earlobe as he said coquettishly, "Master, didn't you say we were going to discuss this together? At least take a few more glances."

I dare not look, for fear of going blind and having nowhere to replace my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!

Luo Binghe chuckled and said, "Don't want to read it? Then this disciple will read it to you."

He said with dramatic intonation, "After Master lost his virginity to 'Luo Binghe' that night, he severely punished this disobedient disciple, intending to banish him from Cangqiong Mountain, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it, only treating him coldly. Until the Immortal Alliance Conference, an unexpected incident occurred, and Master and disciple were separated. After several years of wandering, after their reunion, 'Shen Qingqiu' was finally caught red-handed by 'Luo Binghe'. Come, Master, look, the part about the water prison in the Illusionary Flower Palace is written so wonderfully."

Shen Qingqiu couldn't resist him, and was also quite curious, so she couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye.

With just one strike, Huo Huo was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

[Spring Mountain Sorrow, Chapter Thirty-Seven: Teasing in the Water Prison]

Shen Qingqiu shook his head, his words slurred, "Luo... Binghe, you... let me go..."

Luo Binghe grabbed his two arm mounds, kneaded them a few times, and pulled them apart, forcing his back door, which had been ravaged countless times, to be exposed. He sneered, "Master, you're crying and begging me to let you go now. Did you ever think this day would come?"

Shen Qingqiu sobbed uncontrollably: "It's already swollen... I can't insert it anymore..."

It was indeed severely swollen, almost unrecognizable. A ring of swollen, red flesh gleamed, tightly closed, making it seem extremely difficult to penetrate. Luo Binghe felt a pang of pity, but quickly recalled how Shen Qingqiu had abandoned him years ago, and his hatred surged. He coldly and ruthlessly thrust himself inside, but after only inserting a small portion, he found it exceptionally difficult. Because of the swelling, the vagina was hotter and wetter than usual, but also much tighter.

Shen Qingqiu wept bitterly, hissing and gasping for breath, writhing in excruciating pain as the forceful penetration of his penis caused her unbearable agony. However, her hands were bound, and her futile struggles yielded no relief.

Shen Qingqiu: "..." Holy crap, what the hell is this thing!

Who the hell is this tearful beauty?! Who is this devilishly alluring beauty?!

It's clearly Luo Binghe who cries the most every time he goes to bed!

Just look at the author's name: Liu Su Mian Hua. It sounds like a bad person; he's definitely cut from the same cloth as Xiang Tian Da Fei Ji.

After reading it, Luo Binghe commented, "If it were another disciple, they would never have done such a forceful thing. If Master had only frowned, the disciple would not have been able to do it. How could they have gone so far as to cry and still not give up? The handling here is somewhat unrealistic."

This is more than just distortion... it's out of character (OOC). Utterly out of character. Completely out of character! It's out of bounds!

What the hell is this "Spring Mountain's Lament"?! It's a ridiculously out-of-character RPS fanfiction with cheesy and erotic content, yet it's so popular! No wonder I always hear girls say that the more outrageous the story, the more likely it is to become a hit in the fandom! (RPS: Real Person Slash)

No, that's not the point... Shen Qingqiu curses the person who wrote this erotic novel and composed this erotic song to be impotent for life! A single dog! He deserves to masturbate his whole life and never get married!

Luo Binghe said, "Why does Master's face turn pale and red at the same time? The plot that follows is even more dramatic and exciting, and it is truly amazing. Although I have respected Master's body as a sacred thing during those five years and have never dared to do anything disrespectful, it is still okay to read and laugh at these strange plots in the pamphlets circulating in the market."

Shen Qingqiu glanced at the title: "Spring Mountain Sorrow" Chapter 49: Five Years of Waiting in Vain.

Eggs shattered all over the floor.

No way, no way, no way! This title!

They're even going so far as to explore the gateway to a new world! Is it really that extreme?!

As it turns out, Shen Qingqiu underestimated the author's limits when it came to "Spring Mountain Sorrow".

...

The candlelight flickered, and though Shen Qingqiu was oblivious, his brows were delicate and his lips red, his entire being flushed with a spring-like allure. Luo Binghe placed his soft hands on the back of his neck before kissing him, and it seemed as if Shen Qingqiu had awakened, instinctively wrapping his arms around Luo Binghe's neck to return the kiss. The curtains fell to the floor, moving without wind, and in their passionate embrace, disheveled clothes lay scattered on the ground. From within the swaying gauze curtains came Luo Binghe's deep, panting breaths.

...

Shen Qingqiu lay lifelessly on top of Luo Binghe, held tightly in his strong arms. Her nipples were swollen and bright red from being sucked, like two small fruits. Her buttocks were covered in bluish-purple handprints. Her lower body, her flesh raw and red from being fucked, still held a semi-erect penis, wet and glistening.

Shen Qingqiu burst into tears.

How could they do that?!

This challenges our values ​​and moral boundaries!

I heard that stories about green-haired girls having children are very popular. God bless Chunshanhen, please, please don't have any stories about having children! Thank you!!!

After quickly turning the pages, another deafening thunderclap followed.

Spring Mountain's Hatred, the Fifty-Fifth Calamity: The Blood of the Heavenly Demon

Their chests pressed tightly together, and Luo Binghe felt the delicate and tender skin of the person in his arms, which was even more smooth and glossy after being soaked in the mountain spring.

Without a word, he embraced Shen Qingqiu, lowered his head and kissed him deeply, sometimes biting his lips and gently tearing them, sometimes probing with his tongue, ravaging and entwining in his mouth.

Although Shen Qingqiu was unwilling, the demonic blood inside her made her weak, and she was also breathless from being kissed. Her chest heaved irregularly, and her nipples rubbed against Luo Binghe's muscles, gradually becoming erect. Before she knew it, her legs were spread apart, and Luo Binghe suddenly thrust into her.

Although the two had been fooling around for quite some time, and Shen Qingqiu had long since become accustomed to Luo Binghe's enormous member, the sudden intrusion was still extremely uncomfortable. Especially the moment the fleshy rod pierced through the intestinal wall, the warm spring water also took the opportunity to gush in, and his lower mouth swallowed a lot of water. His legs, hanging on both sides of Luo Binghe's waist, immediately clamped together, and the intestinal walls trembled incessantly. Luo Binghe felt that the small hole was both gripping and sucking, which was extremely comfortable. He vigorously kneaded Shen Qingqiu's buttocks, making him relax while adjusting his position.

Having been used for many days, she was already quite skilled. Shen Qingqiu quickly recovered and, with tears in her eyes, scolded, "...Get out!"

Luo Binghe laughed and said, "Master scolds so much, but his body won't obey him."

Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and said unwillingly, "...If you hadn't fed me that poisoned blood...how could I have suffered such humiliation from you, you ungrateful wretch..."

Under the control of the Heavenly Demon Blood, he could only obediently spread his legs wider, relaxing his lower body to make it easier for Luo Binghe to manipulate him. His soft, seductive lower body held Luo Binghe, sucking on his flesh gently.

Shen Qingqiu's breathing became increasingly erratic, on the verge of tears. When he was thrust into so hard, he pursed his lips and let out low moans through his nose. Luo Binghe supported his buttocks with one hand, keeping their hips tightly interlocked, while the other hand gently slapped Shen Qingqiu's round, snow-white buttocks, thrusting and slapping in turn, making Shen Qingqiu feel extremely ashamed and indignant.

After a round of intercourse, and with only a short rest, Luo Binghe carried him out of the water. The air was cold, and Shen Qingqiu's limbs, including his anus, twitched. Luo Binghe laid him naked and sprawled out on a large blue stone beside the hot spring, as if offering him as a sacrifice. They curled up in a ball under the open sky. The blue stone was icy cold, and Shen Qingqiu squirmed as soon as he lay down. His fair skin, having just experienced a passionate encounter, was flushed a vibrant pink by the steam of the spring water. His dark, star-like eyes shimmered with a watery, unfocused light; he was weary, sleepy, and disheartened. He turned his head away, refusing to look directly at his traitorous disciple, Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe positioned himself between his legs, hoisting his pale calves onto his shoulders. His penis plunged in with a soft "plop," then began to thrust in and out slowly. Every inch of the inner walls was stretched to its limit, rubbing harshly against the shaft. The folds of the vaginal opening were smoothed out.

Shen Qingqiu: "..."

Rape, rape, forced rape, and more – the author seems to be having a lot of fun with all sorts of methods…

Luo Binghe said, "Actually, I never thought that the Heavenly Demon Blood could be used for this purpose."

Shen Qingqiu remained silent. Having witnessed the depths of depravity in the original "The Arrogant Immortal Demon Path," he wasn't unaware of the possibility. However, he never expected to see this purpose written into his own life.

Shen Qingqiu said, "...I've learned something new."

Luo Binghe nodded: "I've learned something new."

He added, "Since that's the case, I can't let this knowledge grow in vain, can I?"

Shen Qingqiu warned, "Luo Binghe, although I agreed to your request... I didn't agree to you playing these tricks."

Luo Binghe paused for a moment, then said, "Oh. This disciple understands."

He looked a little dejected, but didn't insist. Now, it was Shen Qingqiu who felt uncomfortable.

Luo Binghe had never made any demands on him in this regard, because he was always cautious and even somewhat subservient to Luo Binghe. He had finally gained some confidence after reading the textbook and wanted to try it out with Luo Binghe, only to be met with Luo Binghe's cold water…

Shen Qingqiu was restless. After a long while, he finally picked up a folding fan, covered his face, and asked with dignified composure, "What do you want to do?"

Luo Binghe immediately perked up, like spring flowers in bloom. Seeing this, Shen Qingqiu was secretly pleased, thinking that he could just swallow his pride and play along with him. He'd already done it all anyway. He picked up "Spring Mountain Sorrow" and quickly flipped through it, finding nothing too unscientific or unusual about the positions or methods of play, and felt slightly relieved. But when he turned around, he saw Luo Binghe earnestly holding an even thicker book, smiling broadly as he approached, asking, "Master, what are you doing with that book?"

Shen Qingqiu remained silent, glancing at the cover of the booklet in Luo Binghe's hand. It was none other than "Bingqiu Yin," a rising star that had the honor of being targeted alongside "Chunshan Hen" as one of the two most sought-after works in a crackdown. Author: San Shengmu.

Luo Binghe said, "This book teaches more and in more detail, and it's very easy to learn how to do it. This pot of flower wine was made according to its method. Today, let's see if it has the miraculous effects described in the book."

I think the lower limit is even lower!

In any case, Shen Qingqiu knew that this pot of wine was definitely not meant for drinking.

Wait a minute, all the props were ready a long time ago. Was that pitiful look he was just putting on to fool him?!

Luo Binghe lifted Shen Qingqiu's hips, causing his buttocks to be raised high, his waist to collapse and bend into a soft curve, with his back to him.

This was the condition Shen Qingqiu agreed to his request. If he insisted on playing according to the book, then it would have to be from behind, otherwise Shen Qingqiu, with his thin skin, would really have nowhere to hide his face. Although Luo Binghe had always been obsessed with 'facing his master head-on,' firstly, he was eager to put his expertise into practice, and secondly, he had been taught in the pamphlet that those in a subordinate position were more likely to experience pleasure from behind, so he happily agreed.

He picked up the rare and fine wine, aimed the slender spout at the forbidden pink behind Shen Qingqiu, and slowly poured it in.

The spout was narrow at the front and wide at the back, making it easy to insert. The further in you pushed, the tighter the acupoint gripped it. The icy liquor gushed into the passage, stimulating the intestinal flesh and causing it to contract violently. Shen Qingqiu gripped the bedding beneath her, her brows furrowed.

He could hear the gurgling sound of the wine going down his throat. The feeling of fullness and heaviness in his lower abdomen grew more and more pronounced. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but say, "That's enough..."

Luo Binghe obediently followed instructions and did not move, but the long spout of the wine pot was still inserted in his anus.

The wine tasted mild at first, but its aftereffects were potent. Before long, Shen Qingqiu's intestinal walls burned with a searing pain. Unable to alleviate the aching and itching sensation, he moved his arm and crawled forward a short distance.

This time, Luo Binghe didn't stop him. After the spout detached from the vessel, it made a 'pop' sound. He immediately tightened the vessel opening before the wine flowed out, and then, he didn't know what to do next.

It would be too shameful to let the wine drip from his rear in front of Luo Binghe. But he couldn't stand it after only crawling for a short while, and he was afraid that even the slightest movement would cause him to lose control of his anus.

Luo Binghe covered his body, playing with his pointed, pale pink nipples with one hand and nibbling at his smooth shoulder. With the other hand, he lifted his limp arm, held his penis, and pressed the hard, hot tip against his anus threateningly, aiming at the small hole and rubbing it a couple of times.

Look how much he really learned from that damned pamphlet... Shen Qingqiu was so upset by his teasing that she twisted her hands around the bed sheet, breaking out in a thin layer of sweat.

I had just started to enjoy some snacks when, without noticing, my tightly closed entrance was breached and penetrated.

In an instant, Shen Qingqiu's legs went completely limp. The arms that were barely supporting his upper body gave way, and he collapsed. The only saving grace was that Luo Binghe was quite large, filling his intestines completely, and the wine was firmly trapped inside Shen Qingqiu's stomach, preventing any leakage.

Even though it hurt when that thing was inserted all the way in, it still hurt. But there seemed to be something different about the pain.

The wine made his entire intestines feel burning, swollen, hot, and wet. When Luo Binghe began to thrust, the flesh between their bodies uncontrollably leaked wine as the tender flesh turned outwards, like honey flowing freely. The 'glug' sound of water was constant with each movement, making him blush with embarrassment. Deep in his lower abdomen, he felt a tingling, aching sensation, yearning to be roughly thrust and squeezed, to be pounded and itchy. However, the tip of his penis only lightly touched that small patch of soft flesh, making Shen Qingqiu anxious, twisting his waist and unable to resist pushing his hips back.

Luo Binghe caught this subtle movement. He paused, took a breath, and asked joyfully, "Master? Are you comfortable? Did I do a good job?!"

The thrusting was rapid, and a slightly reddish, transparent liquid leaked from their point of contact, increasing in volume. Between Shen Qingqiu's fair thighs, water splashed everywhere. The wine and her disciple's penis churned and surged within her. Forced to the point of whiteness, Shen Qingqiu gripped the blankets tightly, closing her eyes in utter disarray.

Luo Binghe persisted, asking, "Is it comfortable? Is it comfortable?"

Shen Qingqiu whispered something, which he couldn't hear clearly. He leaned down to listen carefully, and in doing so, he pushed his manhood even deeper.

Shen Qingqiu felt a sharp pain in her tailbone and sighed, "...face...face..."

The strong liquor turned Shen Qingqiu's entire body red, as if he were being vaporized by the liquor, even his breath exuding a sweet aroma. Luo Binghe couldn't help but turn his head and kiss him, his tongue exploring inside Shen Qingqiu's mouth, finding even his saliva to be the mellow taste of liquor.

"Master," he said, "do you want to look at my face?"

Shen Qingqiu nodded almost imperceptibly.

Luo Binghe said, "I've thought it through. Starting from the back was originally Master's request. If we change it back to the front... I'm afraid it won't be so easy to flip it back."

His raspy low voice, warm against Shen Qingqiu's ears, made Shen Qingqiu dizzy and disoriented. She nervously twisted her back.

Luo Binghe suddenly pulled out and roughly flipped him into a supine position where he was at the mercy of others.

Shen Qingqiu's fair cheeks were flushed a light pink, his eyes and the tip of his nose were especially red, and a tear clung to his eyelashes. Luo Binghe kissed him one by one, his fingers gently kneading the tender flesh of his vulva with tenderness, while his other hand supported his back and helped him up. He whispered, "Master...look."

Guided by him, Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and saw the base of his fair thighs, smeared with wine and semen. Between the two plump mounds of flesh, it looked as if a flower had been violated, swollen and enlarged, the inner walls everted, pitifully twitching and oozing some white fluid.

"..." Shen Qingqiu was speechless and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Luo Binghe kissed his cheeks soothingly several times before thrusting in again.

Shen Qingqiu felt another sharp pain. Luo Binghe stopped supporting his back with his palm, and he fell down, his black hair spreading out on the pillow, his ten fingers weakly digging into the taut muscles of Luo Binghe's back, and he tilted his head back.

After a vigorous thrusting, Shen Qingqiu had mostly emptied his stomach of alcohol. His inner walls, thoroughly cleansed by the strong liquor, were now in perfect condition—warm, elastic, sensitive, and both wary and anxious. He wanted to squeeze and suck at the invading object with all his might, yet feared that it would tear his thin membrane. The wetness of his vagina made a sizzling sound as it was penetrated. Shen Qingqiu's legs were wrapped around Luo Binghe's waist, his smooth, creamy inner thighs rubbing against his skin, his toes curled, his expression drunken.

The aroma of wine wafted through the air, and the effects of the alcohol were strong. Shen Qingqiu was indeed... drunk.

But before he was completely drunk, Luo Binghe woke him up.

Luo Binghe supported his arm and stood up from the bed.

As Shen Qingqiu's weight sank, the penis immediately forced its way through layers of soft flesh, piercing a very deep spot. His heart nearly leaped out of his throat from the impact, as if a sharp sword had pierced him, and he twisted desperately. But now, suspended in mid-air, no matter how hard he twisted, it only made his anus and the intruding object more tightly intertwined, causing the wicked disciple's member to swell several times inside him, making him feel nauseous.

What's even more terrifying is yet to come: Luo Binghe has started to move.

This position allowed Shen Qingqiu to penetrate Luo Binghe's penis extremely deeply. With each step, the penis remained inside him, subtly churning and shifting its angle, yet he always enjoyed the sensation of Shen Qingqiu's trembling, contracting massage. Besides feeling nauseous from being penetrated so deeply, he was also afraid of falling.

Shen Qingqiu couldn't take it anymore and said intermittently, "Wait, wait... it's too deep... ice... ice river, put me down..."

Luo Binghe bit his earlobe, murmuring with a slight pant, "Shizun... not deep enough... not enough..."

Shen Qingqiu's stomach was bloated from being stuffed full, and she said uncomfortably, "How much deeper...where else do you want to go!"

Luo Binghe, having thoroughly enjoyed his penetration, pressed him down onto the table. Shen Qingqiu's upper body was pressed tightly against the table, his hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were weak, his feet resting on the ground.

His arm was wedged against the edge of the table, the door wide open, pressed against Luo Binghe's repeatedly attacking crotch, causing the table to shake violently.

Shen Qingqiu's face was pressed against the table, feeling a hard object moving in and out between her thighs. It was already very difficult for her, and she trembled from her legs to her buttocks, almost unable to stand. Ke Luo Binghe was still holding those snow-white buttocks with both hands, squeezing them together in the cleft, enjoying the overwhelming pleasure of being tightly squeezed by the intestinal walls and buttocks at the same time.

Shen Qingqiu felt an unprecedented torment from the foreign object between his legs, his buttocks being constantly rubbed and slapped. Although it didn't hurt, it was incredibly shameful. A little while later, Luo Binghe changed his method. Each time, he would only pull out a tiny bit, then forcefully push it back in, deforming the flesh of his buttocks from the pressure of his ten fingers. Shen Qingqiu lay on the table, his tender inner walls burning from this relentless grinding, both painful and itchy, almost driving him mad, yet he was firmly trapped in place, unable to move, enduring everything Luo Binghe did.

Luo Binghe truly lives up to his reputation as a top student. With the textbook as a guide, he can make people struggle to keep up with his learning!

He was on the verge of tears, and weakly sobbed, "...What...what else did you see...?"