Original Chapter 85, Extra Chapter 85: You Know What I Mean
There is a hole in the top of the bamboo hut.
It's drafty, there's a draft coming in.
Shen Qingqiu lay on his back, face up. Luo Binghe was on top of him, like a puppy, licking and kissing his neck all the way down. He stared at the huge hole above him, which had been smashed by some "Luo Binghe" during the battle, and could no longer pretend not to see it. He spoke up: "...How about we go somewhere else?"
Luo Binghe looked up and stubbornly said, "No."
Going down the mountain to get a hotel room would be better than staying here!
Before Shen Qingqiu could speak, Luo Binghe added, "No change. It's right here. Right here in the bamboo hut."
He spoke with great conviction. Perhaps, for him, the bamboo hut was truly a very special place.
Shen Qingqiu admitted his mistake and dutifully took off his clothes. He was now somewhat experienced in this regard. Otherwise, if he waited for Luo Binghe to take them off, they would be unwearable afterward, so it was better for him to strip himself first.
With a rustling sound, outer robes, inner garments, and belts fell to the ground one by one, their colors overlapping in blue and black.
With their conversation "frank," a cool breeze blew by, and Shen Qingqiu felt both a little cold and a little embarrassed. Luo Binghe, however, didn't feel the same way at all.
He knelt between Shen Qingqiu's legs, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his expression extremely tense.
Although he couldn't remember clearly what happened at Burial Ridge, the horrific scene of bloodshed afterward made him realize how badly he had done. Coupled with the severe blow he had suffered, he wanted to do better, but didn't know how. Seeing his pitiful hesitation, Shen Qingqiu sighed and reached out to undo his belt.
Seeing the blush rising on Luo Binghe's fair face, he couldn't help but raise his hand and scratch Luo Binghe's chin, finding the child rather cute.
But after untying his belt, his gaze shifted downwards and he saw that thing that was already standing erect. The thought that he had found it cute just moments before vanished instantly.
...
Holy crap! This size!
Shen Qingqiu decisively replied, "No!"
Luo Binghe was struck dumb, and said in a trembling voice, "Master, you promised..."
"No" means that we can't just go straight for it like that, or someone will die!
How did he survive last time? He was stabbed in the body by something like that and he still didn't die! He didn't die!
Shen Qingqiu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I... let me help you take care of it with my hand first."
Let's try to calm him down a bit first!
Shen Qingqiu's five fingers had never served anyone before; this was the first time ever. He touched the tip of the almost purplish-red, veined, and exaggeratedly shaped penis, gritted his teeth, and grabbed it.
Luo Binghe cried out in pain, her gaze towards him carrying a hint of grievance.
Shen Qingqiu kept hypnotizing himself, holding his hand neither too tightly nor too loosely, and began to slowly stroke it.
The more I masturbate, the more terrified I become.
Whether considering its thickness, hardness, or temperature, this is simply not an organ that any living organism should have.
It wouldn't be wrong to call it a murder weapon, would it?
Except for the initial moment when Shen Qingqiu didn't quite control his strength and it hurt a little when he grabbed her, Luo Binghe was clearly quickly drawn into the mood. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Shen Qingqiu, his gaze shimmering with moisture, and his breathing became slightly unsteady.
Shen Qingqiu remained expressionless, yet his movements were extremely vigorous. The more he masturbated, the more his hand ached, but this wretched thing, apart from a little bit of white fluid secreting from the umbrella-shaped head at the tip, showed no sign of release. It refused to subside, refused to ejaculate, and instead grew harder and harder. Even with Shen Qingqiu's composure, his expression uncontrollably contorted.
Luo Binghe had been secretly observing his expression, and at this moment, she suddenly said cautiously, "Master, or...why don't you do it?"
What? Shen Qingqiu wondered if he had misheard.
Would Luo Binghe let him go?
Luo Binghe said, "I'm afraid I'll hurt Master again, so it's better to let Master do it."
He spoke earnestly and sincerely, and was about to lie down when Shen Qingqiu quickly said, "No. You should do it."
Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to come back in the future, so why not coax him a little more and let him taste some sweetness first.
In short, it was definitely not because I was slightly moved that I gave up the initiative. [Goodbye]
As if to encourage him, Shen Qingqiu patted his head, then turned around and lay down on the pillow.
He propped himself up on the bed with his elbows, his shoulder blades jutting out high, his waistline drooping into a breathtakingly soft curve, his buttocks almost thrusting in front of Luo Binghe.
Shen Qingqiu was blushing with embarrassment when Luo Binghe suddenly grabbed him by the waist and flipped him back to face him.
He asked helplessly, "What happened to you this time?"
Luo Binghe said, "Master, we need to go to the front..."
You want to confront me head-on?!
Shen Qingqiu was speechless: "Don't push your luck." She then tried to lie back down, muttering to herself:
This kid is such a troublemaker!
It's good enough that they're willing to work for him!
Unexpectedly, Luo Binghe flipped him back over like a pancake, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Master, are you really that unwilling to look at my face...?"
His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, his nose was slightly red, and his eyes seemed to be brimming with tears.
Shen Qingqiu had no doubt that if he refused Luo Binghe, Luo Binghe would burst into tears on the spot!
Imagining such a scene, Shen Qingqiu felt both embarrassed and soft-hearted, and involuntarily said, "No, that's not it."
Luo Binghe was on the verge of tears, heartbroken, and said, "Then why do you always turn your back to me?"
You're overthinking things... Where do all these little worries and emotions come from?
...Forget it! If you don't want to save face, then so be it, so Luo Binghe won't overthink things. Shen Qingqiu said haphazardly, "Alright, alright, let's go ahead! Hold back your tears, what kind of behavior is that?"
As it turns out, Luo Binghe's tears were worthless. He simply said "Oh," and let them flow as easily as he wanted, then shamelessly leaned closer and touched Shen Qingqiu's skin.
Shen Qingqiu had a slender waist and two long, smooth legs that were straight and long. Because the two were facing each other, their legs had to be crossed and bent downwards, revealing a clear view between their legs, with a deep cleavage between their two round buttocks.
Luo Binghe's hand trembled slightly as he caressed the smooth inner thigh. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but shrink back, and Luo Binghe, as if afraid he would change his mind, pressed down on one of his thighs while inserting a finger into his other hand.
The fingers seemed to be coated with grease, slippery and easy to insert, quickly enveloped and accepted by the hot and soft inner walls.
The sensation of a nimble finger squeezing and bending inside her tight body was extremely strange. Shen Qingqiu felt a shiver creep up her tailbone and her scalp tingle. She couldn't even think about where Luo Binghe got such ample preparation tools.
Luo Binghe held his breath and focused intently. When he reached the third finger, Shen Qingqiu felt a slight tearing sensation. She gasped for breath, grabbed his forearm, and gritted her teeth, saying, "...Slow down."
Luo Binghe immediately nodded, like a toddler learning to walk. He slowed down and, following Shen Qingqiu's instructions, proceeded step by step, tentatively massaging. When he touched a tender patch of flesh, Shen Qingqiu shuddered, feeling less uncomfortable, and, suppressing his shame, said, "...Hmm, there...you can..."
Why should he personally teach others how to deal with himself?
Having been a master to this extent, Shen Qingqiu really wanted to light candles all over the entire Cangqiong Mountain for himself.
As Luo Binghe carefully expanded Shen Qingqiu's eyes, he observed Shen's expression. The corners of his eyes flushed a deep red, his lips were forcefully pursed to suppress any sound, and his brow furrowed and relaxed—every subtle change was noticed by Luo Binghe. This feeling of being completely exposed made Shen Qingqiu increasingly ashamed. Just as he was about to turn his face away in embarrassment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye.
Near Luo Binghe's heart, there was a hideous wound across his chest.
That was the sword that pierced his heart when he pushed Luo Binghe into the abyss.
He never intended to hurt Luo Binghe on purpose, but he kept hurting him time and time again, that's the truth.
Shen Qingqiu's vision blurred for a moment, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the scar. In that instant, Luo Binghe completed his initial preparations.
As soon as the finger was withdrawn, the opening of the vagina immediately closed tightly, and Luo Binghe's burning hot chest pressed against it.
The hot, thick, umbrella-shaped head pressed against the soft, moist entrance. Shen Qingqiu hugged Luo Binghe's neck tightly, took a deep breath as if facing death, and felt his body being split open bit by bit by that thing.
It still hurts. The inlet is too small, and it's swollen and painful.
Although there was some unknown lubricant that reduced friction, the intruder's diameter was still too large. As the pain in his lower body intensified, Shen Qingqiu involuntarily pulled Luo Binghe closer and closer, his legs unconsciously rubbing against Luo Binghe's waist. Every time Luo Binghe spoke, his eardrums would ring.
"Master... is this alright?"
Luo Binghe's voice was full of restraint, clearly indicating that he was trying his best not to rush headlong into things.
Shen Qingqiu reluctantly replied, "...Okay."
Having received his affirmation, Luo Binghe tightened his grip on his waist slightly and thrust even deeper.
His intestines were completely stuffed, his vulva stretched into a tight circle, and his lower body felt as if it no longer belonged to him. Luo Binghe withdrew a little, then pushed in more than halfway, moving in and out like this, the gurgling sounds of water filling the air, tormenting Shen Qingqiu with both pain and itchiness. He wanted to bang his head against the wall, and before he knew it, tears were streaming down his face. Just then, Luo Binghe turned his face away, preparing to kiss him, but when he suddenly saw Shen Qingqiu's agonizing appearance, he froze for a long time, deeply shocked, and tears also streamed down his face.
Tears pattered down Shen Qingqiu's cheeks, leaving him speechless.
Why are you crying like that?!
Luo Binghe said, "I'm sorry... I still hurt Master..."
"..."
Luo Binghe said, "It's because this disciple is too stupid..."
Two people crying in front of each other? What kind of bizarre situation is this?!
Despite the discomfort in his lower body, Shen Qingqiu kissed his cheek and eyes, wiping away his tears, and said, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt much. Everyone has times when they're not good at something. You can continue."
Luo Binghe said dejectedly, "I think I'll come out."
Damn! Are you kidding me? If this really just fizzles out like this, both of them will be traumatized from now on. Aren't they afraid of becoming impotent?!
A short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one. At this point, at least one person should feel satisfied, right?
Shen Qingqiu made up his mind, suddenly sat up, and pinned Luo Binghe down.
Having gathered his strength for half a day, Shen Qingqiu used it all up here. He no longer had the strength to support his legs, and his buttocks slumped down, taking Luo Binghe's thing as deep as possible. The tip seemed to reach his stomach, and a sudden urge to gag surged up, which he swallowed.
Last time Luo Binghe didn't ejaculate, so he probably wasn't completely deflowered. This time, I'll at least help him lose his virginity!
Thinking this, he supported himself on Luo Binghe's abdomen and managed to sit up slightly. Suddenly, the hard, thick penis inside him brushed against a certain spot, and a sudden, tingling sensation swept over him, exploding from his lower abdomen and spreading throughout his body. Caught off guard, Shen Qingqiu's lower back went limp, and he fell forward. Just then, Luo Binghe sat up and hugged him tightly.
Luo Binghe, with his keen perception, pressed on, "Master, does it stop hurting when I touch that spot?"
It's not just not painful, it's kind of... pleasurable!
In their current position, Shen Qingqiu is sitting on Luo Binghe with her legs wide open, facing each other, their lower bodies tightly intertwined.
To maintain his balance, Shen Qingqiu had to stretch out his aching arms and wrap them around Luo Binghe's neck. Luo Binghe's slight movement affected his lower body, forcing Shen Qingqiu to let out a few distorted groans from his nose. Luo Binghe roused himself, lifted Shen Qingqiu's full buttocks, raised them slightly, and then lowered them back down to the same spot.
This time, Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't grit her teeth any longer. With a soft groan, her legs trembled and clamped tightly around Luo Binghe. Her anus also clenched tightly. Having grasped the knack, Luo Binghe began his powerful assault. His movements were haphazard, focused solely on relentless thrusting, yet it was precisely this that forced her to surrender completely. Shen Qingqiu didn't know if she was in pain or experiencing pleasure. Her faint moans and disordered breathing were broken and intermittent, accompanied by sticky, wet sounds and rapid, slapping noises from below. Milky white fluid seeped from her tip, gradually increasing and dripping down her body. The more he thrust, the more difficult it was to relieve the heat and tingling within her.
Suddenly, scattered and disorderly footsteps drifted in from outside the bamboo hut.
"I'm exhausted..."
"Senior brother, wait for us... We can't run anymore..."
If Shen Qingqiu was still lost in lust and in a daze just now, he was now completely out of it.
They were the Qingjing Peak disciples he had just sent down to run laps!
Shen Qingqiu suddenly grabbed Luo Binghe's shoulder, trying to get off him. Unexpectedly, Luo Binghe gripped his waist and pressed him down hard.
This time it went in too deep, filled it too full, and the stimulation was too intense. Shen Qingqiu had just opened his mouth when Luo Binghe immediately blocked it, and he could not make a sound. He could only swallow his sobs, close his eyes, and let the tears flow down his face.
Having tasted the sweetness, Luo Binghe wasn't about to let him go so easily. His lips lingered tenderly, while he thrust forcefully into her. Just then, Ming Fan outside said, "Hmm, I feel like something's missing from the bamboo hut. Is there a hole in it?"
"Yes, senior brother, it seems there really is a hole."
"When did it come? Why don't we go and tell An Dingfeng now to come up and fix it as soon as possible?"
Shen Qingqiu was afraid that they would actually come in, or call someone in. With a forceful pull, his ten fingers sank into Luo Binghe's back, causing her anus to contract and making it increasingly difficult to swallow and exhale.
Ning Yingying seemed to stomp her foot and snapped, "What's there to fix? We've been running around for so long, we're exhausted. We can fix it tomorrow!"
The disciples quickly replied, "Yes, yes. We'll listen to our junior sister."
"Junior sister said to fix it tomorrow, so we'll fix it tomorrow."
Ning Yingying added, "Besides, Master doesn't even like outsiders cleaning or entering the side room where A Luo lives. He'll definitely be unhappy if we touch anything without permission again. Haven't we learned our lesson yet!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Binghe's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pushed Shen Qingqiu down onto the bed.
The disciples muttered amongst themselves as they walked away towards the dining hall. Luo Binghe finally stopped pressing his lips against Shen Qingqiu's, instead bringing his head to his chest and nibbling at his nipples, his thrusts becoming increasingly fierce. Even without looking, Shen Qingqiu could feel the tender flesh inside him being turned inside out, sometimes cool, sometimes burning. After so long, his intestines had become accustomed to the size of Luo Binghe's penis, responding with perfect cooperation, swallowing and releasing.
Luo Binghe murmured, "Master."
Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but say, "Stop... yelling!"
At a time like this, to still address someone formally according to the seniority of master and disciple would be incredibly embarrassing, and even Shen Qingqiu, with his thick skin, couldn't bear it. Suddenly, Luo Binghe whispered in his ear, "Master, I can't find you over there."
His voice was trembling, and Shen Qingqiu became more sober.
Luo Binghe said, "The 'me' over there was surrounded by many people, but you weren't there. Master, I've been searching for you for a long time, but I still haven't found you."
"Is it because you're not here that 'I' have become like that?"
He said, "I...I don't want to become like that."
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, held his head to her chest, patted it, and said, "It's okay, you won't become like him."
"Master will never abandon you again."
The demon race is very persistent. Shen Qingqiu knew that.
The male lead is very persistent. Shen Qingqiu also knows this.
However, Shen Qingqiu was clearly not prepared for how long the combination of demon bloodline and male protagonist setting could last.
When Luo Binghe finally ejaculated, Shen Qingqiu was already in a daze. He was only awakened by the scalding hot liquid being poured into his stomach.
At this point, he no longer wanted to dwell on the issue of whether or not to use a condom, or whether or not to ejaculate inside. He just wanted to sleep!
The inner walls were swollen; even the slow, rubbing sensation was burning painful. Luo Binghe reluctantly withdrew, diligently helping him relieve his desire. After a couple of ejaculations, Shen Qingqiu still said the same thing: "I just want to sleep!"
Luo Binghe said, "Master..."
Shen Qingqiu knew what he was going to say and said without any mercy, "Inferior."
This time, Luo Binghe was not discouraged by his criticism. Instead, he cheerfully admitted, "It's bad. Terrible."
"...What are you doing?"
"It's precisely because it's so bad that I beg Master to spend more time discussing things with me..."
"..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
