Li Zhameng wiped the sweat from his brow, his fingers briefly grazing the damp fabric of his headband, which had long since surrendered to the relentless heat of the morning sun. The broom in his hand swept up a fine layer of dust from the wooden floor, sending it swirling in the golden light that streamed through the open windows. His muscles ached from the morning's labor, but he smiled in satisfaction as he surveyed his Shizun's now-immaculate study. The scent of fresh ink lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of sandalwood from the neatly stacked scrolls. Every book had been dusted and shelved in perfect order, the desk wiped clean, not a single parchment out of place.
Xue Laohu stepped into his chambers, the door sliding shut behind him with a whisper of wood. His gaze immediately caught on Li Zhameng—head tilted back, throat working as he gulped down water, a single rivulet escaping the corner of his lips to trail down the column of his neck. It glistened in the light, following the curve of his Adam's apple before disappearing into the damp collar of his robes.
"Shizun," Li Zhameng greeted, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth. His lips curled into a smirk, slow and knowing, as he let the empty cup drop to the table with a clink.
Xue Laohu's fan snapped open with a sharp flick, shielding the flush creeping up his neck. But his eyes betrayed him, drifting over the sweat-slicked skin of Li Zhameng's exposed chest, down to the cursed necklace resting against his sternum. He rolled his eyes, forcing a scoff. "Good job," he said, tone deliberately flat.
Jiao Jiao, hovering at his side, blinked up at him with wide, understanding eyes, his small fingers tightening around his plush doll.
Then—a grip around his wrist, firm and warm. Li Zhameng tugged, pulling Xue Laohu close enough that the heat of his body seeped through silk. "Is that it?" he murmured, voice a low rumble.
Xue Laohu trembled, his fan slipping just enough to reveal the scarlet tips of his ears. He had to tilt his head back to meet Li Zhameng's gaze, and the sight of those smirking lips so near made his breath stutter.
"Where is my reward, Shizun?"
The words brushed against his ear, a hot whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. Xue Laohu's mouth went dry. "W-What reward?" he managed, voice cracking.
Li Zhameng's thumb grazed the underside of his Shizun's bottom lip, slow and deliberate, savoring the way Xue Laohu's breath hitched. With one last smirk, he released him.
Xue Laohu spun on his heel, fan clutched like a shield. "Take the rest of the day off," he tossed over his shoulder, already striding away. Jiao Jiao scrambled after him, tiny fists clutching at his robes, but Xue Laohu didn't pause—didn't dare look back.
Behind him, Li Zhameng chuckled, watching the sharp line of his Shizun's retreating figure with dark amusement.
By noon, Shudu finally stirred, his body stretching languidly across the silken sheets as he let out a loud yawn. Muscles tensed and relaxed, the remnants of deep sleep still clinging to his limbs like morning mist. He rolled over, reaching instinctively for the warmth that should have been beside him, only to grasp at empty space. His fingers met the cool, undisturbed side of the bed, and his crimson eye narrowed in displeasure.
"Gone already?" he muttered, voice thick with sleep and irritation. A frown tugged at his lips before twisting into something more amused. "Figures. It's strictly business with him."
Shudu barely turned his head as Xiao Zongzi descended from the ceiling, her long, elegant spider legs folding neatly as she lowered herself onto the bed. Her large black eyes gleamed with disapproval, the delicate silk of her strands billowing slightly as she came to a rest.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood, stretching once more before retrieving his robes. He dressed leisurely, adjusting the belt around his waist with practiced ease.
"Oh, I'll use him," Shudu purred, fingers trailing along the silk ties of his robe as he dressed with deliberate slowness. "Every gasp, every tremble—I'll drink them all in until his cultivation becomes mine." His smile sharpened in the mirror's reflection, all teeth and no warmth. "What better purpose could he serve?" Xiao Zongzi clicked her mandibles in disapproval, but she said nothing more. There was no point—her master was set in his ways.
Shudu ran his tongue over his lower lip, his gaze turning distant, thoughtful. His eyes flickered toward the window, the golden glow of the afternoon painting his sharp features in warm hues.
"I have never dual cultivated with someone who could withstand my strength," he murmured, mostly to himself. "He's the perfect dual cultivation partner."
He lifted a hand, palm open toward the vast sky beyond the window. A pulse of demonic qi surged from his fingertips, a powerful, rippling wave that shot outward in an instant. The air trembled, and everything in its path—trees, stone walls, even the very ground itself—was obliterated, reduced to dust in the blink of an eye.
Shudu exhaled slowly, watching the destruction with an almost serene expression. He turned his palm, flexing his fingers experimentally before clenching them into a fist.
"It would take years of cultivation to reach this amount of power," he mused, eyes gleaming. "And yet, I have obtained this in a single night. If I were to continue…"
He let the thought linger, feeling the intoxicating rush of newfound strength coursing through his veins.
"I will become the strongest demon."
For the next several days, Shudu had become a ghost at Sect Mount Dingbu, his presence fading like a wisp of smoke. Instead, he spent his hours cloaked in the dim, sultry glow of the brothel, a place where the air was thick with the scent of perfume and regret. Night after night, Shudu found himself in the brothel, yet no matter how late the hour, he could not resist the pull to visit Xue Tuzi's bedroom. Yet tonight the beauty was missing from his bedroom.
Ever since that night with Shudu, sleep abandoned Xue Tuzi like a scorned lover. His skin still burned with the memory of touch long after he left the demon's bed, leaving only feverish restlessness in his wake. Tonight, like so many others, he found himself pacing the moonlit paths of the sect grounds, the cool night air doing little to soothe the fire beneath his skin.
The ancient peach tree loomed before him, its branches heavy with ripe fruit that glowed like lanterns in the silver light. As he reached out to brush a fingertip against one fuzzy globe, a sharp gasp sliced through the quiet—high, desperate, unmistakably human.
His head snapped toward Sect Leader Mao's residence. Through the rice-paper doors, shadows moved in frenzied rhythm: two figures melded together so completely they seemed to share a single silhouette. The taller one pinned the smaller against the wall, their joined forms bending the fragile screen outward with each thrust. A moan trembled through the paper—raw, unguarded—and Xue Tuzi's own breath caught in sympathy.
He knew that sound. Knew the way pleasure could fray a voice until it broke. Knew, too well, how Shudu's hands could wring those same sounds from his own throat.
Inside the bedroom, Sect Leader Mao feasted on his wife, her perky breast shifting with each movement. He worked at her breast with the focus of a cultivator tongue darting, twisting, even prodding the stubborn nipple. Frustratingly hardening them and turning them a vivid red. Each languid movement eliciting a raw shrill from her lips.
Xue Tuzi hesitated—then leaned closer, his breath hitching as the scene beyond the screen unfolded before him. The man had the woman pressed against the wall, her robes parted just enough to reveal the flush of exertion on her collarbone, his grip tight on her thigh as their bodies moved in a rhythm that made the air itself feel thick. Xue Tuzi's pulse thrummed in his throat, his fingers twitching at his sides—
"Pervert."
The word curled against the back of his neck, warm and amused, sending an immediate flush of heat down his spine. He whirled—only to find Shudu standing there, a ripe peach in hand. The demon took a slow, deliberate bite, juice bursting over his lips and trickling down the sharp line of his jaw. He chewed lazily, eyes dark with amusement as he leaned past Xue Tuzi to glance through the same gap in the screen.
"Hmmm," Shudu mused, swallowing before licking a stray drop of nectar from his thumb. "She's got a nice set, not bad for an old lady."
"Tch. You disgusting pervert."
"Huh? Who was the one spying on them?"
Before Xue Tuzi could snap back, another loud moan rippled through the walls, thick with heat despite the cool night air. Shudu's gaze slid toward him. Xue Tuzi was a picture of disarray—skin flushed as though fevered, a thin, plain white robe clinging loosely to his frame. The sounds from the other room had already set him ablaze, and now, with the demon standing so close, the sense of vulnerability sank even deeper into his bones.
He made to turn away, but Shudu leaned in, his breath ghosting against Xue Tuzi's ear.
"Hers are nice," he murmured, voice low and velvet-dark, "but yours are even better."
A warm hand found its way to Xue Tuzi's chest, fingers brushing over the delicate ornaments that dangled from his nipples. The demon gave them a teasing tug, sending a sharp shiver racing down his spine. Every muscle tensed—he was utterly at the mercy of this creature.
Shudu's touch wandered lower, tracing the lines of his body with deliberate slowness until it reached a place hot with arousal. Fingers toyed with the sensitive flesh, flicking and teasing until the pleasure overflowed and a sharp, helpless moan tore from Xue Tuzi's lips.
"Who's there?" Sect Leader Mao gasped, briefly pulling away from his wife as he slid the door open.
"Master, come back," she urged in a sultry tone, her voice curling around the words like silk and he soon slammed the door shut.
Outside, Shudu was already on top of Xue Tuzi, one hand clamped over his mouth, his weight pressing down with an unyielding force that pinned the smaller man beneath him. Xue Tuzi could barely breathe, the closeness suffocating yet inescapable. A faint sweetness lingered in the demon's warm breath, the unmistakable trace of peach still on his tongue.
From within the room, the sounds of moaning and flesh meeting flesh spilled into the hall, each muffled cry sharper, more shameless than the last. Shudu's fingers began to roam without hesitation, trailing over Xue Tuzi's body in slow, deliberate passes. His composure unraveled under the combined assault—the weight holding him down, the demon's wandering touch, and the intimate sounds that only grew louder, more insistent, from beyond the door.
Shudu's lips curled into a knowing smile as his tongue slid slowly across his bottom lip, savoring the taste still lingering there. The warm, honeyed scent of peaches ghosted across Xue Tuzi's skin as he leaned in closer. His breath was a hot whisper against the shell of Xue Tuzi's ear when he spoke, each word deliberate: "Do you want it?" The question hung between them, thick with promise, as Shudu's fingers traced idle patterns along Xue Tuzi's hip.
He presented him with his own arousal hard as a stone gently nuzzling in-between Xue Tuzi's legs. A pool of saliva flooded the beauty's lips swallowing back hard as his round eyes landed on the protruding thing like a viper ready to strike. Before he could utter a word his body quickly responded, bare legs spreading apart welcoming the demon inside. Shudu wasted no time, pulling out the thickness from his own pants "I'm sorry," he breathed quickly making his way inside as Xue Tuzi gasped.
With practiced ease, he pressed his hard shaft against the inside of Xue Tuzi, penetrating deeply. Shudu's lips stretched into a predatory smile licking the bottom of his lips with a quiet huff of amusement escaping his nose. He grunted, his breath hitching as he felt the little rosebud tight around his manhood.
"Too tight," Shudu gritted out, the words fraying into a groan as his muscles coiled beneath sweat-slicked skin. He could feel the unforgiving hole pressing into his groin, constricting each thrust until his breaths came into shallow pants. His fingers grasped Xue Tuzi's waist, instinctively rocking himself harder and faster onto the beauty.
Xue Tuzi's chest heaved, each pant sending visible puffs of white into the frigid night air. Moonlight painted his cheeks a soft rosy hue, but his wide brown eyes remained fixed on Shudu—unblinking, unwavering. His entrance was tense despite Shudu's continuous stroking, he felt a sharp piercing pain shooting through his behind as the tip of Shudu's shaft punctured his flesh.
But his voice was not audible. He could not scream. His breath shuddered in his throat as Shudu burrowed deeper. He could feel the slow, merciless push of the long thick shaft sinking past layers of skin and into his muscle, an unnatural intrusion that sent a sickening wave of nausea through him.
Tears began to well up in his eyes, Shudu leaned over him, his shadow falling across Xue Tuzi's tear-streaked face. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice grunting but laced with a hint of worry. He had not applied any lubricant into the small orifice thrusting his way in. Forcing it to stretch and to take his manhood completely.
Xue Tuzi nodded weakly, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. He couldn't find the strength to speak, his throat tight with pain. Shudu continued to place his hands on Xue Tuzi's hips, pushing harder, his sack slamming against the beauty's behind with force "endure," he murmured his strokes becoming faster.
Xue Tuzi choked on a sob, his legs lifting toes twitching, but Shudu's grip was unrelenting.
"Endure a little longer," Shudu grunted, his eyes lidded with pleasure.
He continued to stroke, placing a firm hand on the back Xue Tuzi's neck as he shoved deeper inside feeling for the softness of Xue Tuzi's pleasure point. His shaft scraped against the inside flesh walls dragging along tender tissue that turned a flush pink. The pain was unbearable—deep, raw, a burning sensation that made Xue Tuzi's vision blur with tears.
The tip had finally curved inside, tapping relentlessly into the point on pleasure. Shudu held Xue Tuzi tightly into his arms as he forced himself to ejaculate, a pool of liquid made the area loosen.
Feeling the warmth inside, Xue Tuzi wrapped his arms around the demons neck bobbing his head back as he continued to get rocked. Shudu adjusted his grip, fingers pressing down harder to keep Xue Tuzi's in place. He wiggled his rod again and again, prodding through flesh in search of hitting ecstasy once again. Each movement sent another jolt of pleasure through Xue Tuzi's body. His nerves screamed with joy as the shaft deepened against his insides.
"Tuzi…" Shudu murmured softly into Xue Tuzi's ear pausing for just a moment.
He smirked, his red eye glinting in the dark, unblinking pools of Xue Tuzi's eyes, his own reflection stared back—distorted yet unmistakable, framed by the towering silhouette of himself carved from stone, all hardened muscle and unyielding strength. He wondered—was this fractured vision in the beauty's gaze truly how he appeared? Or did those depthless brown eyes twist the truth, bending his form into something more monstrous?
"Tuzi," he whispered once more, extending his hand to tilt Xue Tuzi's face up towards his.
Xue Tuzi hesitated, his eyes trembling as a stream of tears fell from his flushed cheeks. Finally he reached out, his full rosy lips quivered as they latched on to Shudu's sweet lips with force. Shudu's eyes widen in shock as Xue Tuzi's lips crashed against his in a deep, fervent kiss devouring his nectar. The warmth of the his mouth was melting, as he savored every moment of it, sinking his tongue deeper unbothered by the beauty's pierced tongue. Xue Tuzi held on, his breath hitching but the pain didn't subside, if anything, it seemed to grow worse.
He sank into Shudu's embrace, every line of his body yielding, as though the demon's arms were the only place he could exist. The heat of their closeness seeped into him, melting away the last threads of resistance. His heart soared with a dizzy, reckless elation, each beat a drum to the rhythm of his surrender.
Pleasure crested and broke within him—his body shuddering as he spilled, from his throbbing shaft. Fingers moved through the evidence of his release, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the intimacy of the act, drawing from him a breathless, shivering submission that left no doubt he belonged entirely to Shudu.
Harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
Don't. Stop.
Yet no words would come; all he could do was let his own moans rise and fall in rhythm with those spilling from the other room. Together, they became a tangled duet, cries and gasps weaving into one—pleasure-laced lullabies to a lover's ear.
Every moan, every sharp cry, every breathless call carried an edge of urgency. His eyes shimmered with a glassy mist, his skin burned hot, and damp strands of hair clung stubbornly to his flushed, rose-tinted cheeks.
Don't let go.
Hurry inside.
His toes stretched, then curled tight as ecstasy rippled through him, every muscle tensing before spasms overtook his trembling frame. Shudu pinned him down with unyielding strength, pressing deep into that exquisitely sensitive spot until the pleasure became almost unbearable.
The demon's lips descended on his flushed skin like heated lashes, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His tongue flicked out, teasing and toying with Xue Tuzi's hardened nipples, drawing shivers that shot down to his very core.
Xue Tuzi's back arched helplessly, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. Through the haze clouding his vision, his eyes slowly sharpened, locking onto the shadowed figure looming above him.
What he saw wasn't a warrior carved from the desert sun. He didn't see the demon's broad shoulders, jawline sharp as a blade with sweat tracing the valleys between his muscles, glistening like oil on bronze. His hair—a single black braid thick as a whip—slidding over his tattooed arm, where scorpions and centipedes writhed beneath his skin as if alive.
No—what Xue Tuzi saw was no man at all, but a predator poised to strike. Shudu loomed over him like a mantis about to claim its prey, all wiry strength and razor-sharp intent. The way his limbs curled around Xue Tuzi's body suggested something far more sinister than an embrace; this was the slow, deliberate positioning of a creature moments before devouring its victim's heart.
"Monster!" Xue Tuzi gasped, shoving at Shudu with every ounce of strength left in his body. The demon stilled, breath coming faster.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
His movements slowed, shifting to a gentler rhythm. One hand stroked with deliberate care while the tip of his shaft pressed again and again against that hidden point of pleasure—soft, coaxing taps that gradually unraveled Xue Tuzi's resistance.
His heartbeat thundered, threatening to break free from his chest. With a shudder, he wrapped his arms around the demon once more, teeth sinking into warm flesh. Shudu hissed at the sharp sting, yet his hold remained firm, keeping Xue Tuzi pinned securely against him.
Why does this monster feel so good.
So good.
So very good.
His head tipped back, throat bared, a slick trail of drool gliding down to join the beads of sweat tracing the curve of his spine. Shudu had claimed him once more, and with his victory came a whisper against his ear—low, intoxicating.
"Tuzi… I wish to enjoy you every day."
"I want to bury myself deep inside you and never let go."
"I want you… Tuzi, I want you."
His lips followed the words, brushing tender kisses across flushed skin, each one a brand.
Xue Tuzi's gaze lifted to meet the demon's face, but the lines blurred, the image shifting from man to monster. His chest tightened as tears welled, distorting the sight further—until the thing before him smiled. Its jaws clicked with a sick, erratic rhythm, revealing needle-sharp teeth poised to tear him apart.
Terror surged through him. "No!" The cry broke from his throat as he shoved hard, fists striking Shudu's face. The demon's grip loosened in shock.
"This was a mistake," Xue Tuzi choked, clutching his robe closed before turning and fleeing.
Shudu remained where he was, the floorboards creaking under him as he dropped his head forward with a hollow thud.Blood pooled darkly beneath him.
"A mistake," he murmured, voice raw. "That's all I am."
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To answer the question everyone has been asking "what insect does Shudu look like?" Well, the answer is quite simple I based his character design off the Orchid Praying Mantis. It is very cute but also alien looking and yes although Shudu is tan I like the design better of the Orchid Mantis the most.
Also I apologize this scene wasn't as good as I had envisioned. I will try again I just don't seem to get it right. Shudu and Xue Tuzi did a lot of hugging and kissing but something is still missing. Will try again. Thank you for being patient with me.