CONGRATULATIONS! USER SHOU MC HAS BROKEN HIS SEAL!
A deafening chime rang through Xue Laohu's head, jolting him from his dreams. It was the kind of sound that made casinos come alive—the sharp jingle of coins tumbling in rapid succession, the victorious burst of confetti cannons. His ears rang from the sheer intensity of it, a fanfare so obnoxiously cheerful it made his temples throb.
With a groggy grunt, he stirred, wiping away the trail of drool that had dried at the corner of his mouth. His limbs felt like lead, the warmth of his bed too inviting to abandon. He blinked sluggishly, his vision blurry, and sat up halfway, his back protesting as he stretched his arms overhead. The bright neon glow of a hovering screen flickered before him, pulsing with unnatural enthusiasm.
[BROKEN SEAL!] The notification flashed insistently in golden letters, demanding attention.
He squinted at it, his mind still sluggish with sleep. "Hmmm… too early for this," he whined, his voice thick with exhaustion. He ran a hand over his face, willing himself to wake up, but the weight of drowsiness pulled at him like an anchor.
The screen flickered again, casting an artificial glow over his cluttered room. Piles of clothes, stacks of plates, and half-drunk cups of tea littered the floor. His desk—home to a precariously balanced tower of books and scrolls—looked no better.
With a sigh, he swiped his hand through the air, dismissing the notification with practiced ease. The golden letters shattered like glass, fading into the dark.
"Later," he muttered, his voice barely above a breath. He flopped back against his pillow, pulling the blanket over his head as if that could shield him from the responsibilities waiting for him. The system could celebrate Xue Tuzi's broken seal all it wanted—he was going back to sleep.
The first rays of sunlight bled through the gaps in the tattered, bloodstained curtains, casting a dim, eerie glow over the room. The fabric stirred with the morning breeze, the scent of iron still lingering in the air. Xue Tuzi furrowed his brows, a frown pressing into his features as he pushed himself upright. He never woke this early.
Without hesitation, his fingers moved to his disheveled hair, tangling in the knots formed from the night's affairs. He pulled free a thin, near-invisible thread, glinting with a sharpness unnatural for something so delicate. It coiled around his fingers, a familiar weapon disguised as a simple strand. His lips twitched. Beside him, Shudu lay undisturbed, his face serene, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, completely unaware of the menace that loomed over him.
Xue Tuzi leaned in, his breath warm against Shudu's skin. "You are no longer needed," he whispered, voice devoid of warmth. His lips curled into a twisted grin as he lifted the sharp thread to Shudu's exposed throat, the delicate flesh a tempting canvas for the violence he was about to commit.
From above, Xiao Zongzi, perched like a shadow in the rafters, as she gasped at the threat. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what Xue Tuzi was about to do. Urgency coursed through her as she twisted her body, preparing to drop down, to stop him, to scream her master's name—
But before the cry could leave her jaws, a shrill wail pierced the air.
"Mama!"
Xue Tuzi froze, his entire body seizing up. The thread slipped from his grasp, the moment shattered like glass. His head snapped toward the source of the sound—Jiao Jiao. The child's small body trembled, his face drenched in tears as he stood in the cradle, lifting his tiny hands, desperate and afraid. His round cheeks were blotchy, swollen from crying, his crimson eyes searching frantically for comfort.
Xue Tuzi stumbled back as his legs gave up, his heart lurching in his chest. The sudden shift from predator to caretaker was jarring, but instinct took over. He grabbed the nearest robe, hastily draping it over himself as he hurried to the child's side. With shaky hands, he scooped Jiao Jiao up, pressing him against his chest. "Shhh, Xiao Jiao, don't cry. I'm here," he murmured, brushing his fingers through the boy's damp hair. His voice, once so cold, softened into something almost unrecognizable.
Xiao Zongzi, still hanging from the ceiling, wiped the sweat from her brow. Her heart pounded in her chest, but when she turned her gaze back to her master—he hadn't moved. Shudu lay there, utterly indifferent to the near brush with death, his only reaction being a lazy turn of his body, his face half-buried in the pillow. He slept without a care, as if nothing in the world could touch him.
Xiao Zongzi's eye twitched.
She dangled lower, swinging with precision before landing a sharp slap across his face. Smack.
Shudu grumbled in annoyance, swatting at the air like he was brushing off a fly. Without opening his eyes, he turned onto his other side, his breathing deepening once more.
Xiao Zongzi groaned. "Master," she muttered under her breath before swinging down from the rafters.
Meanwhile, Jiao Jiao whimpered against Xue Tuzi's chest, his tiny hands gripping at the fabric of his robe. His tears were warm against Xue Tuzi's skin, his soft hiccups tugging at something deep within him. Then he received a sharp pain.
The little beast had latched onto his collar bone, biting down with unexpected force.
Xue Tuzi flinched, sucking in a breath. His first instinct was to reprimand him, but when he looked down and saw Jiao Jiao's swollen, tear-streaked face, his resolve crumbled. His grip tightened around the boy, pressing him closer, swaddling him in what little warmth he could offer.
He exhaled slowly. "Xiao Jiao…" But his voice held no venom.
Xiao Zongzi trailed after him as he staggered out of the room, her sharp eyes flickering with suspicion. Xue Tuzi wasn't walking—he was collapsing, his legs giving out beneath him over and over, as if they were broken.
He caught himself on the floor, panting, his arms trembling under Jiao Jiao's weight. But his fingers brushed against a sword, propped against the wall, waiting to be used.
Xue Tuzi's breath steadied. He gripped the hilt, a surge of energy coursing through him. In one fluid motion, he pushed himself up and onto the blade, channeling his qi. The air around him shifted, the weight of exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he hovered in place.
"Second Master…" she called out hesitantly, rubbing her legs together in a nervous fidget. Her eyes darted away, unsure, unwilling to meet his gaze directly. Though she trailed behind him, her steps were cautious, hesitant, afraid of the wrath she knew could follow.
Xue Tuzi turned, his eyes flashing with icy coldness. His death glare sent a chill down her plump body. "Do not follow me," he commanded, his voice sharp and unwavering.
He barely gave her time to react before he took off, rising into the air atop the sword in jerky, unstable motions. The blade wobbled beneath him, dipping and lurching as he struggled to maintain control. His body, ravaged by exhaustion and pain, refused to cooperate, but he bit down his suffering and pressed forward, determined to put as much distance as possible between himself and Shudu.
Xiao Zongzi let out a quiet sigh, watching his unsteady flight. He was too weak, too drained, yet he refused to yield. With one last glance at his fading silhouette, she turned and hurried back toward the bedchambers.
Inside, Shudu remained sprawled across the bed, his breathing slow and steady, utterly indifferent to the fact that his throat had nearly been slit moments ago. He lay there in the depths of sleep, blissfully unaware that they had already left.
Xue Tuzi, meanwhile, clutched Jiao Jiao tightly the child let out a small, contented burp, snuggling deeper into his arms after having fed to his heart's content. The once insignificant nips from his feeding had grown into something far more damaging. Xue Tuzi grimaced as he pulled his collar up, covering the fresh welt near his collarbone. It throbbed, a dark imprint left behind by Jiao Jiao's sharp teeth. Long gone were the days when Jiao Jiao's feeding left behind only faint pinpricks—now, his bites ran deeper, lingering like smoldering embers beneath Xue Tuzi's skin.
Somewhere else, far removed from the quiet intensity of Xue Tuzi's struggles, Xue Laohu finally decided it was time to wake up. With a long, exaggerated stretch, he sprawled out in his bed, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. "Hey, yo, System," he called out, voice still heavy with sleep.
Dramatically, he lifted one hand into the air, fingers splayed as if summoning some grand transformation. His pose was picture-perfect, a magical girl moment in the making—
Nothing happened.
Not a single flicker of light, no triumphant chime, not even the usual dry cough or exasperated sigh from the system. Silence.
Xue Laohu cracked one eye open, his brow twitching in annoyance. "Huh?" He maintained the pose, refusing to drop the act just yet. "Hey. Yo. System." His voice grew louder, his other hand moving to clutch his robe theatrically. Still nothing.
His patience wore thin. With a dramatic flourish, he flung out his arm once more, voice rising in irritation. "Hey. Yo. SYSTEM!"
At last, the neon screen flickered before his eyes, sluggish and reluctant.
WELCOME USER TO—
"Enough," Xue Laohu snapped, waving the screen away with an impatient flick of his wrist. The notification shattered into digital fragments. "Just take me to my points."
The system let out what sounded suspiciously like a grumble, reluctant and sulky. But it complied, shifting the display to his life points.
He huffed, crossing his arms. "About damn time."
CONGRATULATIONS! USER SHOU MC HAS LEVELED UP!
+500 POINTS
PA PA PA ACHIEVED!
+1000 POINTS
"Whoo-hoo!" He hollered, practically leaping out of his bed. His grin stretched wide as he pumped his fists in victory. "Now that's what I'm talking about! I don't know what this 'Pa Pa Pa' thing is, but hey, free points are free points!"
Blissfully ignorant of the implications, Xue Laohu assumed "Pa Pa Pa" was some powerful new technique Xue Tuzi had unlocked—perhaps a flashy ultimate move or a breakthrough in cultivation. Little did he know, his beloved Shou MC and Gong ML had, in fact, thoroughly fornicated.
Still buzzing with excitement, Xue Laohu eagerly swiped over to check the status of his characters. His eyes landed on Shudu's profile first—all five hearts ablaze in a dazzling pink glow. He bounced in place, barely able to contain himself. "Yes! Finally! We're so close to the end!" The taste of victory was sweet on his tongue.
Then, he swiped to Xue Tuzi's profile.
His smile faltered.
Not a single pink heart.
In fact, the only heart that remained flickered erratically, flashing between pink and black as if teetering on the edge of something—before finally, definitively, turning pitch black.
His stomach dropped. "What—hey, no, no, no!" He slammed his fist on the screen, jabbing at the heart as if he could force it to stay pink. It refused. The color had drained away entirely, leaving behind an unyielding, cold void.
He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "A-Tuzi… what's it gonna take with you? Some unbreakable heart you've got, huh?" He muttered under his breath, finally shutting down the system. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself off his bed and began getting ready for the day.
By the time he stepped outside, his excitement had dimmed into quiet contemplation. His hands were clasped behind his back as he strolled through the courtyard, lost in thought.
Where is he, anyway? Probably still asleep.
His eyes narrowed slightly. I should issue a punishment… but he did break his seal. I guess I can go easy on him…
Just as he tilted his head to the sky, a dark silhouette suddenly plummeted from above.
He barely had time to register what he was seeing before springing into action, leaping forward and catching the falling figures midair.
"A-Tuzi!" His voice was tinged with alarm as he cradled Xue Tuzi in his arms.
Xue Tuzi let out a sharp hiss of pain, his body trembling against him. He was pale, his breathing uneven, yet even in his weakened state, he forced his lips. "Shizun…" he rasped, his fingers gripping onto Xue Laohu's robes.
Xue Laohu tightened his hold, concern flickering across his face. "Hey, are you ok?" he murmured.
For a long moment, Xue Tuzi said nothing. Then, with an almost desperate grip, he clutched Xue Laohu's robes tighter, his face burying into his Shizun's chest. His body trembled, and though his voice was barely above a whisper, it carried a quiet vulnerability.
"Mmm hmm."
Xue Laohu's expression softened. He shifted his grip, adjusting Xue Tuzi's weight in his arms "Xiao Jiao, A-Tuzi needs to rest," he said, his tone gentle yet firm.
Jiao Jiao's lips quivered, his grip tightening before he reluctantly released the fabric. He pouted, nodding solemnly as he fell into step beside them, walking quietly as Xue Laohu carried Xue Tuzi back toward his chambers.
As they neared the doors, Xue Tuzi's voice interrupted the silence.
"Shizun…" He swallowed, his throat raw. "I wish to bathe."
Xue Laohu gave him a long look, then nodded. Without hesitation, he called for the maids to prepare a bath.
Xue Tuzi shifted his attention to Jiao Jiao, cupping the boy's chubby cheeks with both hands. His touch was warm, his voice softer than before. "Xiao Jiao," he murmured, "be a good boy for Shizun while I recuperate, alright?"
Jiao Jiao sniffled but nodded, his tiny hands gripping Xue Tuzi's wrists before hesitantly letting go. Xue Tuzi pressed a light kiss to the top of his head, smoothing down his messy hair before finally, reluctantly, allowing Xue Laohu to take him away.
The doors to the bathhouse closed behind him, sealing him away in the thick steam and solitude.
He sank down onto the wooden bench inside the dimly lit bathhouse, his breath shallow and uneven. The thick steam curled around him, clinging to his bare skin like a suffocating veil. His trembling fingers dipped into the basin of warm water, and with a sharp in hale, he spread his legs apart pouring the water over his bruised and swollen opening. The heat burned, searing through battered flesh, he clenched his jaw to keep from crying out. His body convulsed as he pressed against the inflamed skin, his fingers forcing out the thick, cream like semen that oozed sluggishly from the gaping lump of flesh. The raw flesh throbbed violently, an angry shade of red, and his stomach twisted at the sight.
His lips parted in a shaky exhale, but no words came—only the choked sound of his own suffering. His mole trembled with his quivering full lips, the salty tracks of tears burning down his cheeks. The pain was unbearable, but he had no choice. He had to clean it. He had to get the infection out.
A strangled sob escaped him as another sac of semen burst beneath his orifice, the fluid spilling down his legs and mixing with the water pooling at his feet. His body shuddered. A sharp, muffled whimper followed, barely contained, as he reached for more water and splashed it over the pulsating flesh, desperate to rinse away the filth. His chest heaved, the pain twisting through him, his vision blurred with tears.
"Mnn…" he hissed through gritted teeth, gripping the edge of the basin so hard his knuckles turned white. "Come on… just a little more." His voice was barely above a whisper, raw and thick with pain as he continued to push out pockets of Shudu's semen.
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Fun fact. Do you know why Yi Ming often times cuts the system off? Because I, the author forget the title HA HA HA HA.