Sect Leader Mao's eyes widened in surprise as his wife greeted him with a soft, lingering kiss. "Happy Birthday, Master" she murmured, her voice warm with affection. She had kept him famished under the pretense of fasting, but in truth, it was all to heighten his anticipation for the grand feast awaiting him. The dining hall was illuminated by the flickering glow of lanterns, their golden light casting rich shadows over the long banquet table, which was laden with an array of sumptuous delicacies. Platters overflowed with the finest cuts of meat, glistening with rich sauces, while bowls brimmed with vegetables cooked to tender perfection. The tantalizing aroma of roasted duck, fragrant spices, and fresh herbs filled the air, curling into Sect Leader Mao's nostrils, awakening his ravenous hunger.
"I have the most thoughtful wife," he said, his voice thick with appreciation as he wrapped a firm arm around her waist, pulling her close before they settled into their seats. With his first bite, the flavors exploded across his tongue, indulgent and perfectly seasoned, a reward for his long day of restraint.
At a nearby table, Xue Laohu snapped his folding fan shut with a quiet click, reclining lazily as he took his place between Xue Tuzi and Li Zhameng. Unable to get last night affairs out of his mind Li Zhameng ate quickly. His chopsticks moved mechanically between bowl and mouth, each bite tasteless yet urgent, as if he could swallow the memories along with the food.
Jiao Jiao, sat beside Xue Tuzi, his mouth open in anticipation for a juicy bite, Xue Tuzi blew softly on the broth, cooling it to the perfect temperature before carefully guiding the dumpling to Jiao Jiao's eager mouth.
Shudu narrowed his eyes as he continued to drink, his gaze flickering between Xue Tuzi and the Gu worm, watching their exchange with quiet amusement. His lips twitched, but he said nothing, merely swirling the wine in his jar before taking another deep gulp.
Meanwhile, across the table, Sect Leader Mao had beckoned Xue Laohu over the now red-faced Sect Leader was swaying slightly from the effects of the alcohol, he clapped a firm hand on Xue Laohu's back. "Grandmaster Xue," he declared, his words slightly slurred but filled with exuberance. "On this auspicious day—the day of my birth—you must have a sip in celebration!" With an unsteady flourish, he thrust a cup of wine into Xue Laohu's hands.
Xue Laohu glanced down at the cup, the strong scent of liquor wafting up to invade his senses. A frown tugged at his lips. I've never drunk before, he thought to himself. Even in his past life, back in the modern world, he had never touched alcohol. His mother had always been strict about such things, constantly reminding him that drinking dulled the mind. But now, in this life, he was a Grandmaster—one who had, unfortunately, also abstained from such indulgences.
"Come now, Grandmaster Xue," Sect Leader Mao goaded, nudging him playfully with an elbow. "Surely, you can make an exception just this once? It is my birthday, after all!" His expression was expectant, his drunken cheer infectious as he pushed the cup toward him once more.
Xue Laohu exhaled slowly, glancing around the banquet hall, where all eyes seemed to be watching with anticipation. Fuck it. Without another thought, he lifted the cup to his lips and downed the entire contents in one go.
The effects were immediate. A flush of warmth spread across his cheeks, turning them a soft rosy hue. His limbs felt strangely light, yet his movements began to lack their usual precision. The once-crisp edges of his vision blurred, and the flickering lanterns above seemed to glow impossibly bright, their golden light shimmering unnaturally as the figures around him distorted into shifting shadows. He could hear Sect Leader Mao's boisterous laughter, though it seemed to echo from some distant corner of his mind. The clinking of cups, the murmurs of conversation—all of it melded into an indistinct hum, as if the world itself had lost its focus.
"Another one!" Sect Leader Mao roared with glee, refilling Xue Laohu's cup and shoving it back into his unsteady hands. Xue Laohu nearly dropped it, his grip slack, his coordination already betraying him.
Sect Leader Mao then turned his attention toward Xue Tuzi and Li Zhameng, his drunken grin widening. "Both of you must join your master! Tonight, we drink until sunrise!" He gestured grandly, as a maid quickly stepped forward, pouring fresh wine into both of their cups.
From his seat, Shudu watched the scene unfold with open amusement. He lazily lifted his own jar, motioning for the maid to fill it once more. His gaze flicked to Xue Laohu's disciples, his lips curling into a smirk. "Grandmaster Xue's disciples are lightweights," he mused, his tone laced with mockery. "They won't last a single hour at this rate." He lifted the jar to his lips, taking a deep, indulgent gulp of wine before slamming it back down with a satisfied sigh.
Xue Tuzi, ever composed, met Shudu's gaze with a sharp, unwavering stare. Without breaking eye contact, he lifted his cup and downed its contents in one smooth motion. Unlike his master, his hands remained steady as he set the empty cup neatly back onto the table, his expression unreadable.
Li Zhameng, however, was not as fortunate. The moment the wine touched his lips, his fate was sealed. His cheeks flushed an immediate crimson, his eyes turning glassy as a tiny hiccup escaped his lips. He swayed unsteadily, his body rocking back and forth like a boat caught in a gentle tide. A sleepy, dopey smile spread across his face as he fought valiantly to stay upright, his fingers clutching at the edge of the table for support. His hiccups continued, soft and persistent, as he blinked rapidly, his mind already sinking into a pleasant haze.
"Like master, like disciple!" Sect Leader Mao roared with laughter, slamming a heavy hand onto Xue Laohu's back with such force that he nearly sent the man tumbling forward. Xue Laohu barely managed to steady himself, but not before his unfinished wine sloshed over the rim of his cup, spilling onto the polished floor.
Xue Tuzi rolled his eyes, unimpressed. Of course, Meng Meng's tolerance for wine is weak. Shizun has abstained from drinking his entire life—it's only natural that he wouldn't be able to hold his liquor. His thoughts were cut short by the sound of Shudu's voice slicing through the lively chatter.
"Hey! I challenge you to a drink-off!" Shudu called out, pointing a lazy yet firm finger at Xue Tuzi, his empty wine jar dangling precariously from his grasp. His lips curled into a challenging smirk, eyes glinting with mischief.
Xue Tuzi scoffed, turning his face away. "I'm not interested."
"A drink-off?" Sect Leader Mao's voice boomed, eyes lighting up with excitement. "This sounds excellent! Please, do it!"
The surrounding crowd erupted in cheers, banging their cups against the table in encouragement. Even Xue Laohu and Li Zhameng, both far too disoriented to understand what was happening, clapped along with unbridled enthusiasm. With so many eyes on him and no chance to gracefully retreat, Xue Tuzi was left with no choice but to accept the challenge.
"What's wrong? Afraid of losing?" Shudu taunted, lifting a hand to signal the maid for a refill. He tilted the jug slightly, watching the liquid swirl inside with satisfaction before lifting it to his lips. Without breaking eye contact with Xue Tuzi, he drank the entire contents in a single, deep gulp, the rhythmic sound of swallowing loud against the din of the banquet.
The crowd went wild, cheering and pounding the table in excitement. Xue Tuzi's expression darkened, his fingers curling into fists beneath the folds of his robes. "Bring me a jug," he commanded.
The maid quickly placed a full jar before him, the rich scent of wine filling his senses. Without hesitation, he grasped the handle and lifted it to his lips, guzzling the wine with steady, practiced control. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but he remained composed, setting the empty jug down with a quiet thud.
"Another one!"
"Another one!"
"Another one!"
The chant grew louder as the two men went back and forth, raising their emptied jugs high as they demanded more refills. They drank so quickly that the maids struggled to keep up, dashing between them with fresh jugs of wine. The once-controlled contest soon spiraled into reckless abandon, with each man determined to outlast the other.
Shudu, his movements growing sloppier, lifted his jug to chug once more, but this time, his confidence betrayed him. Mid-sip, he coughed violently, the wine catching in his throat. He spluttered, his face twisting in discomfort as he was forced to spit out the last mouthful, panting as he smacked the jug back onto the table in defeat.
A triumphant grin flickered across Sect Leader Mao's face as he rose unsteadily to his feet. "I hereby declare Grandmaster Xue's disciple, Xue Tuzi, the King of Wine!" he proclaimed, lifting his cup in celebration. The banquet hall erupted in cheers, everyone raising their cups and drinking heartily in his honor.
Xue Tuzi exhaled quietly, relief washing over him as he placed his half-drunk jug back onto the table. He had won, but the heat of the wine was already beginning to settle deep within his veins, spreading like wildfire beneath his skin.
Meanwhile, a certain small and curious Gu worm had been watching the celebration unfold with great interest. Seeing both partake in this strange drinking ritual, Jiao Jiao decided to join in. With a determined wiggle, he dunked his big, round head into one of the leftover jars, slipping inside entirely as he took several greedy sips. He drank and drank—until, to his dismay, there was no more wine left.
By the time he pulled himself out, his bulbous eyes had turned glassy and misty, his naturally translucent cheeks tinged with a delicate shade of pink. A tiny, hiccupping sound escaped him as his little chest heaved with each drunken breath. His tiny nubs wobbled, unable to support his newfound tipsiness, and he flopped onto his back, completely dazed.
Xue Tuzi, feeling an odd warmth crawling up his spine, pushed himself to his feet, his vision swaying slightly as he steadied himself. A frown formed on his lips as he instinctively scanned the room for Jiao Jiao. It didn't take long for him to spot the little Gu worm lying motionless inside one of the empty jars, his swollen belly rising and falling with each hiccup.
His brows furrowed in exasperation. He carefully reached in, plucking the tiny creature from the jar and cradling him in his arm. With a sigh, he tucked Jiao Jiao safely inside his qiankun pouch, where the Gu worm immediately curled up, still hiccupping softly in his drunken stupor.
"Excuse me," Xue Tuzi said, bowing slightly. "I'll be departing for the night."
Despite his outward composure, the fire of the alcohol was wreaking havoc on his senses, his pulse thrumming loudly in his ears. He turned sharply, making his way toward the exit, but as he stepped past the banquet hall doors, he could feel the weight of a gaze following him.
Shudu, still seated, swirled the remnants of his wine idly, his eyes tracking Xue Tuzi's movements with quiet interest. The moment Xue Tuzi disappeared from sight, Shudu smirked, rising to his feet as well. Without a word, he followed, his steps unhurried but deliberate, his presence lingering just behind.
As Xue Tuzi ascended the stairs, his steps faltered, his balance thrown off by the lingering heat of the alcohol burning through his veins. His foot missed a step, and for a brief, terrifying moment, he felt himself plummeting backward. Before he could crash to the floor, a strong pair of arms caught him, steadying his unbalanced form with ease.
"You're drunk," Shudu smirked, his voice laced with amusement as he wrapped a firm arm around Xue Tuzi's waist, keeping him upright. The weight of Xue Tuzi against him was surprisingly light, his body pliant in his grasp.
"I am not," Xue Tuzi slurred, though his words betrayed him. His head lolled forward, his delicate features flushed with heat, and his usually bright, doe-like eyes were glassy, unfocused, drifting lazily from side to side. He struggled to lift his chin, but even that small movement was beyond him.
"Right," Shudu drawled, rolling his eyes. Without another word, he swept Xue Tuzi into his arms, carrying him with steady, unhurried steps toward his room. Xue Tuzi stirred slightly, his body shifting against Shudu's chest, but he lacked the coordination to resist.
By the time they reached the bedroom, Xue Tuzi was murmuring incoherently, his brows knitting together in frustration. "I'm hot," he whined, pouting his lips as he blinked drowsily, trying—and failing—to focus on Shudu's face.
Shudu set him down on the bed, watching as Xue Tuzi wobbled in place, his posture slack, his breath coming out in uneven little puffs. With an amused chuckle, he reached out, pressing his palm lightly against the other man's cheek. The heat radiating from his skin was almost alarming.
"Yeah, you're hot, alright," he murmured, his fingers lingering against the fevered warmth of Xue Tuzi's face. His skin was soft, almost unnaturally smooth, and despite himself, Shudu traced the curve of his cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Xue Tuzi let out a breathy laugh, his lips stretching into a lazy, drunken smile as he leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over the shell of Shudu's ear. His voice was nothing more than a sensual whisper. "I'm hot hot."
Shudu's gaze flickered to the mole resting just beneath Xue Tuzi's bottom lip—a tiny, delicate mark that only served to emphasize the sensual tilt of his mouth. His lips were parted slightly, as if waiting to be claimed, and for a moment, Shudu entertained the thought.
They say drunk men always tell the truth.
He leaned in, bringing their faces so close that their foreheads touched, the tips of their noses barely brushing. His voice dropped to a murmur, teasing yet laced with something darker, something almost desperate.
"Tell me… do you secretly like me?"
Xue Tuzi offered no response—only a drunken lean, his lips brushing clumsily along the man's stubbled jaw, missing their mark entirely. A quiet chuckle escaped Shudu as he slid his palm behind Xue Tuzi's neck, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, and guided him back to meet his mouth.
The kiss was messy, uncoordinated; the harsh press of the jewel nestled in the beauty's tongue made the demon stiffen—foreign, intrusive, wrong—but he persisted, swallowing the discomfort. When they parted, Xue Tuzi's mouth trailed downward, skating over the salt-damp skin of Shudu's throat, teeth grazing the vulnerable dip of his Adam's apple.
Shudu's grip tightened. He tilted Xue Tuzi's chin up, forcing their eyes to meet—but the beauty's gaze remained hazy, pupils blown wide with liquor and want, seeing through him rather than at him.
"Is this your answer?" Shudu murmured against his ear, his breath warm against Xue Tuzi's flushed skin. His grip tightened, pulling Xue Tuzi closer, his lips brushing over the delicate curve of his jaw before trailing lower. His mouth found the fevered skin of Xue Tuzi's neck, pressing a lingering kiss there. His teeth grazed against the sensitive flesh, sending a shiver down Xue Tuzi's spine.
The beauty in his arms remained obedient, offering no resistance, lost in the haze of alcohol.
Shudu pulled away, his lips hovering just above Xue Tuzi's flushed skin, watching as the beauty's plump lips—now tinted a deeper pink from their heated exchange—parted slightly, his breath coming in soft, uneven pants. His glossy eyes were unfocused, staring off into space, his head bobbing lightly as if caught in the sway of an invisible current.
Shudu sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. "This doesn't feel right." His voice was barely above a murmur.
From her perch on the bed, Xiao Zongzi tilted her small head, blinking in disbelief. Could it be? Was her master reallydeveloping a conscience? She regarded him with reluctant curiosity, her tiny legs flicking as she observed his hesitation.
"Hot… hot…" Xue Tuzi mumbled, his delicate brows furrowing as he leaned forward, pressing his burning face against Shudu's broad chest, seeking relief. His fingers weakly grasped at the fabric of Shudu's shirt.
Shudu exhaled slowly, placing a steadying hand on the beauty's face, his thumb grazing over the feverish warmth of his cheek. "I'll fuck you when you're fully conscious," he said gently. "Not like this."
At those words, Xue Tuzi scowled, frustration flickering across his face. With uncoordinated movements, he pushed Shudu away and staggered to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Shudu asked, eyes narrowing as he watched Xue Tuzi stumble toward the door, his steps uncertain and erratic.
Xue Tuzi lingered by the doorway, his body swaying dangerously. He turned his head slightly, lips parting as he muttered, "To get fucked…"
Shudu's eyes widened. "Oh, no you don't—" He shot up from his seat, crossing the room in an instant to grab Xue Tuzi's wrist, yanking him back before he could do something truly reckless. "You do that and you'll get devoured," he scolded sharply, his grip firm.
"I want to," Xue Tuzi whined, his voice heavy with drunken need. "I'm hot…" He squirmed in Shudu's hold, feebly attempting to free himself, but his movements were slow, uncoordinated—completely ineffective.
His struggles stilled—his body going limp as he surrendered, collapsing against Shudu's firm chest with a shuddering exhale. His fingers, once desperate to push away, now traced slow, burning paths over the demon's torso, mapping the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. Each touch lingered—teasing, testing—until his hand dipped lower, brushing the sensitive area between Shudu's thighs.
A sharp inhale escaped the demon, his grip tightening possessively around Xue Tuzi's waist. "Your drunkness has made your bold?" Shudu murmured, voice rough with restraint.
Xue Tuzi tilted his head up, lips parted—whether to protest or plead, he wasn't sure—but Shudu claimed his mouth before a single word could form. The kiss was deep, consuming, stealing the breath from his lungs as those wandering fingers finally closed around is manhood, igniting a fire that neither could deny.
Shudu's member pulsed with a hot, insistent ache, swollen to nearly twice its size with veins angrily beneath the head. Each heartbeat sent a fresh wave of pain radiating up his groin, yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away—not when Xue Tuzi's fingers descended upon it with fever.
Pulling it out the beauty traced the inflamed skin with deliberate slowness, his fingertips memorizing every ridge and swollen contour, as if mapping the anatomy of Shudu's suffering. A sharp hiss escaped the demon's clenched teeth when those exploring digits pressed just below the shaft—but instead of retreating, Xue Tuzi's mouth curved into a drunk smile.
"Are you hard?" he murmured, though the answer was evident in Shudu's tense shoulders, in the way his member was fully erected. With deliberate provocation, Xue Tuzi rolled the engored shaft between his tongue, applying just enough pressure to draw forth a bitten-off whine—one that Shudu immediately tried to swallow back, his pride warring with the traitorous responsiveness of his body.
Xue Tuzi's tongue slid wet and insistent around Shudu's swollen member, lapping at it with drunken, open-mouthed kisses. The gem embedded in his tongue—sharp and unforgiving—scraped against tender flesh, sending jolts of discomfort up Shudu's spine. Yet he gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to shove the man aside, even as his breath came in ragged bursts, his abdomen tightening with each flick of that wicked tongue.
What began as irritation soon melted into something intoxicating. The sting of the gem faded beneath the heat of Xue Tuzi's mouth, the slick drag of his lips coaxed the head— licking at it with a hum of satisfaction. But his aim was sloppy, his movements uncoordinated; more than once, he missed to swallow it entirely, his tongue grazing Shudu's thigh instead.
A growl rumbled in Shudu's throat. He fisted a hand in Xue Tuzi's hair, wrenching his head back just enough to glare into those hazy, half-lidded eyes. "Focus," he commanded, before guiding him back to his erection.
Xue Tuzi took the Shudu's manhood deep, his plush lips straining around its girth as he sucked greedily. Each pull sent rivulets of melted sweetness down his throat, the heat so intense it made his eyes water. His jaw protested the stretch, his spit-slick chin trembling with effort, yet he persisted. Saliva overflowed to trace a path down his chin before collecting at that distinctive mole near the corner of his mouth. A rough grunt escaped him as he redoubled his efforts, determined to conquer the demon's erection in one ambitious gulp despite the uncomfortable stretch of his lips and the burn against his throat.
Streaks of silken hair clung stubbornly to Xue Tuzi's lips, tangling between his mouth and the throbbing member. Each time he brushed them aside with an impatient hand, the strands slipped free again—sticking to his sticky lips, catching on his tongue—until a low, irritated whine built in his throat.
Then Shudu's fingers were there, calloused and sure, gathering the unruly locks at his nape. The demon's grip was firm but gentle, holding the hair back in a loose fist as he murmured, "Better?"
Xue Tuzi didn't answer—too busy sinking his lips back around the shaft with a relieved hum kneading Shudu's thighs like a kitten.
Shudu's patience snapped. "That's enough," he growled, thumb pressing against Xue Tuzi's jawbone in an attempt to dislodge his swelled member. But the beauty only narrowed his eyes—then crunched down defiantly, severing his skin.
A strangled groan escaped Shudu as he fisted his hand in Xue Tuzi's hair, not yanking—never enough to hurt—but applying steady pressure to tilt his head back. Yet Xue Tuzi resisted, lips stubbornly sealed around the shaft, his tongue laving the broken skin with deliberate slowness.
Saliva glistened on his lower lip as he swallowed all of Shudu's release. His chest rose and fell in ragged rhythm, his grip at Xue Tuzi's nape slackening as silken strands of hair slipped through his fingers like water. The beauty took advantage—pressing forward with liquid grace, knees bracketing Shudu's thighs as he climbed into his lap. A hot, open-mouthed kiss crashed between them, their lips sealing together with a shared gasp—too brief, too desperate—before Xue Tuzi pulled away just enough to make the loss ache.
Then came the whisper of fabric. His robes pooled at his waist before slithering to the floor, revealing moon-pale skin flushed with wine and want. He swayed dangerously, gaze clouded yet burning—a drunken star about to fall—as his fingers dug into Shudu's shoulders for balance.
"Look at you," Shudu murmured, dragging a thumb along Xue Tuzi's bare hip. "So eager, even when you can barely stand."
His pale, flawless skin was now flushed a vivid shade of red, his body radiating an unnatural heat. Shudu reached out, letting his fingers brush lightly along the elegant line of Xue Tuzi's collarbone. His skin was clammy, burning to the touch.
Leaning down, his lips barely grazing the shell of Xue Tuzi's ear, he murmured, "Are you in heat, little bunny?"
Xue Tuzi shivered, his breath hitching. Slowly, he nodded, his glossy eyes unfocused, dark pools of intoxicated desire.
Shudu's gaze darkened with amusement as he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against Xue Tuzi's ear. "Do you want me to put that fire out?" Xue Tuzi's body writhed on breathless and fevered, his movements slow and unsteady as if searching for relief from an unseen torment.
Xiao Zongzi rolled her eyes, exhaling a silent sigh. Of course, her master would seize the opportunity—she thought bitterly—he was starved, after all. He leaned in to claim another kiss from Xue Tuzi's full parted lips who failed to penetrate himself with Shudu's manhood.
Shudu's gaze landed on the reflection of the mirror, his eyes traveling over Xue Tuzi's scarred back. The sight of the welts, deep and angry red, marred the otherwise flawless skin of his back. Shudu's fingers brushed over the scars, his brow furrowing in disbelief and concern. "Who did this?" he asked quietly, though the answer gnawed at him already. "Did Grandmaster Xue do this?"
Shudu lifted Xue Tuzi's chin, forcing the beauty to meet his gaze, but it was the emptiness in Xue Tuzi's unfocused eyes that haunted him. No, it couldn't have been Grandmaster Xue, Shudu thought to himself. He didn't have it in him to inflict such punishment, not on his disciple. But as he looked at him, the answers seemed to slip further from his grasp.
Xue Tuzi's response was a barely audible murmur, his finger weakly pointing to Shudu's chest. "You did."
"I did?" Shudu repeated, the confusion clear in his voice. He was too stunned to believe it. "You hurt me," Xue Tuzi pouted, his lips trembling as he looked up at Shudu with his doe eyes, pleading as if to say it had been an honest hurt.
Shudu's mind raced, and he gently traced the marks on Xue Tuzi's back with his fingers, feeling the raised edges of the welts beneath his touch. "I did this?" he asked, his voice low, the realization dawning on him slowly. Xue Tuzi nodded diligently, the motion slow, as if the weight of his words was heavier than he let on. "Uh huh," he confirmed, his eyes lingering on Shudu, waiting for some kind of response.
Shudu leaned close biting Xue Tuzi's lower lip before whispering "I'm sorry but I don't remember whipping you." Irritated, Xue Tuzi shoved Shudu away with a weak push, his body unsteady as he took a few wobbly steps. His movements were erratic, like a leaf caught in a gust of wind, and he collapsed onto the bed, his limbs sprawled as he threw himself into a pitiful crouch. "You hurt me," he whimpered, his voice trembling with the weight of his words. His slender fingers grasped at a pillow, clutching it tightly. His body trembled, an exaggerated show of vulnerability, as his cheeks flushed with a mixture of alcohol and emotions he couldn't quite untangle.
Shudu stood there, watching the display, a furrow playing in-between his brows as he leaned in closer, his tone surprisingly calm. "Do you always blame me?" His voice was softer now, tinged with something almost genuine, though still edged with frustration.
Xue Tuzi, still clutched the pillow to his chest, and didn't hesitate. His eyes were glassy, empty, but the word escaped him without a second thought, a childlike certainty in his slurred voice. "Yes."
Shudu's face twisted in displeasure, the corner of his mouth twitching in frustration. He sighed, teasing Xue Tuzi, rubbing his ear until it turned a vibrant red his moans growing louder.
"You really are in heat," Shudu smirked, his smile curling at the edges, revealing his sharp canine teeth. The demon's gaze lingered on Xue Tuzi, who clung to the pillow with a mix of desperation and disorientation, his body trembling slightly as if the fever had taken hold of him more than just physically. The beauty's delicate features flushed with heat, his eyes glazed over as he tried to steady his breathing, the pillow a flimsy shield against the storm of sensations that seemed to overwhelm him.
He arched his scarred back, shaking his behind like a peacock, fluttering his tail like a mating ritual. Shudu gave him a few slaps, turning his pale bottom into a bold red, he parted his lips panting, the red gem stone dangling from his tongue as he moaned "hot…hot..." Shudu bit his ear, pulling it gently as Xue Tuzi gasped, his eyes clouded with desire and anticipation, shimmering in a haze of intoxication. But before he could react, Shudu swiftly struck the side of his neck, sending him into unconsciousness. With a weary sigh, he gazed down at the beauty now sprawled on the bed, his limbs limp and his body still, a faint hint of red frustration crossing his features. "The wine is a demon," he muttered under his breath, his eyes lingering on Xue Tuzi's vulnerable form.