Jiao Jiao bounced on the bed, his worm plush toy clutched tightly in his hands. He giggled as he made the plushie wiggle through the air, pretending it was flying. The bed creaked under his weight as he jumped higher, his energy seemingly endless.
Xue Tuzi, sat on the edge of the bed, sighed softly. His voice was gentle but firm. "Xiao Jiao, it's time for bed."
Jiao Jiao paused mid-bounce, his cheeks flushed from the excitement. "No!" he protested, his voice high-pitched and full of defiance. He flopped back onto the mattress, clutching his worm plushie to his chest.
Xue Tuzi shook his head, his ears twitching slightly. "Xiao Jiao it's late."
Before Xue Tuzi could say more, a sharp voice cut through the room. "Xiao Jiao!" Shudu snapped, his arms crossed as he sat by the window. His piercing gaze locked onto the child, his tone icy. "Enough. Stop playing around and go to sleep. Now."
Jiao Jiao froze, his wide eyes darting to Shudu. He shrank under his stern glare, his earlier excitement evaporating instantly. With a small whimper, he clutched his plushie tighter and nodded, his lower lip trembling slightly.
Xue Tuzi seized the opportunity, leaning over to gently tuck Jiao Jiao into the blankets, making sure the child was snug and comfortable, before slipping himself in hugging the child in his arms. "Xiao Jiao would you like me to tell you a bed time story?" he murmured soothingly
Jiao Jiao's eyes lit up, though he kept his voice quiet, still wary of Shudu's sharp tone. "Ok"
His small hands still clutched the worm plushie as he nestled into the pillows. Xue Tuzi cleared his throat softly and began, his voice a gentle lull in the quiet room.
Xue Laohu floated lazily in midair, his legs crossed and hands tucked behind his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he listened to Xue Tuzi's voice weave a tale. Below him, the dim glow of lantern light flickered against the walls, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers across the floor.
"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful peasant girl who caught the eye of a young nobleman. It was love at first sight…" Xue Tuzi's voice was soft, almost hypnotic, as if he were casting a spell rather than telling a simple story.
From a distance, Shudu scoffed, rolling his eyes with an exaggerated huff. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, his expression one of blatant skepticism. Xue Tuzi caught the gesture and shot him a cold, sharp glare, but didn't let the interruption deter him.
"As the days passed, the nobleman visited her village often, showering her with gifts—golden hairpins, delicate silks, fragrant flowers gathered from the imperial gardens. She, in return, adored him without hesitation, giving him her heart, her trust—her everything." Xue Tuzi's tone darkened slightly. "Until, one day, he stopped coming."
Shudu arched a brow, his ears twitching slightly as he focused on the story.
"The girl waited," Xue Tuzi continued, his fingers idly brushing through Jiao Jiao's dark hair as the child nestled closer against him, wide red eyes blinking in rapt attention. "But weeks turned into months, and the nobleman never returned. Then… her belly began to swell."
Jiao Jiao's small hands clutched the edge of his blanket. Xue Laohu, still hovering above them, let out a quiet sigh.
"So what? Another tragic love story where the girl gets abandoned?" Shudu muttered under his breath.
Xue Tuzi ignored him.
"Desperation drove her to seek him out," he said, his voice lowering, drawing Jiao Jiao further into the tale. "She traveled to the grand manor where he lived, her feet blistered from the long journey. When she arrived, she begged for an audience, swearing to the guards at the gate that she carried his child. But when the nobleman finally emerged, dressed in silken robes and standing beside his new wife, he merely stared at her as if she were a stranger.
'You must be mistaken,' he told her, his voice smooth and devoid of warmth. 'I do not know you.'
Before she could say another word, the guards seized her and threw her from the manor steps like a piece of filth. The nobleman turned away, his arm wrapped protectively around his wife, as if the peasant girl were nothing more than a bad dream he had already forgotten."
Jiao Jiao's lip trembled. "Not fair," he whispered.
"No," Xue Tuzi agreed, his fingers curling slightly against the fabric of the blanket. "It was not."
Shudu, now standing closer, exhaled through his nose but didn't interrupt again.
"The months passed in agony," Xue Tuzi went on. "Her heart broken, her body weak. And when the time came, she gave birth alone in the dead of night, the wails of her newborn child piercing through her anguish." His voice grew softer, more chilling. "But sorrow festered inside her like a wound that would not close. She could not bear it. She could not bear him—that nobleman who had betrayed her, who had ruined her. So in a fit of rage and madness… she took the infant in her arms, walked to the nearby river, and drowned it beneath the moonlight."
A sharp, disbelieving scoff cut through the air.
"What—?" Shudu barked, his brows furrowing. His posture tensed as if he were preparing to argue, but before he could, Xue Tuzi silenced him with a glance.
"Shhh," he murmured. "Let me finish."
Shudu clenched his jaw but relented, though his displeasure was evident in the tightness of his shoulders.
Xue Tuzi's fingers trailed through Jiao Jiao's hair again, the gesture oddly tender despite the story's dark turn. "But fate was cruel. The river's current was strong, and as she stood there, watching the waters swallow her child, she did not notice when they crept up to claim her as well. The tide pulled her under, and she too was lost."
Jiao Jiao's breath hitched.
"But death did not bring her peace," Xue Tuzi whispered. "When her soul arrived at the Ghost Gate, the spirits there barred her path. 'You cannot enter,' they told her. 'Not without your child.'"
A slow smirk spread across Xue Tuzi's lips. He leaned in closer, his loose strands of hair falling forward, casting a ghostly veil over his pale features. The dim light made his eyes glimmer, eerie and knowing, as he gazed into Jiao Jiao's trembling red ones.
"And so, she wanders still," he murmured, his voice a hushed breath against the child's ear. "Through forests, through villages, through the cold, empty fields of the countryside, searching… searching… Aiyeeee, where is my child?"
Jiao Jiao stiffened beneath the blankets, his fingers tightening around his stuffed worm as his whole body gave the tiniest of shudders.
Xue Tuzi pressed a soft kiss against the child's forehead, his lips curling in satisfaction as Jiao Jiao instinctively pulled the covers higher over himself. "So," he murmured, brushing the hair from the boy's face, "all little boys and girls must fall asleep, lest the weeping woman comes and whisks them away."
Jiao Jiao shut his eyes at once, his grip on his stuffed worm unyielding as he curled into himself, determined not to move a muscle. Within moments, his breathing evened, and he had slipped into slumber.
Silence settled in the room, heavy and charged.
Then—
"What kind of garbage bedtime story was that?" Shudu spat, storming over to the pair, his long curls bouncing with every indignant step.
Xue Laohu, still floating lazily above, shook his head with disdain. I was expecting a fairytale, he said. That was more like a horror story.
Xue Tuzi merely stretched, looking pleased with himself. "Bedtime stories don't always have to be sweet," he mused, his voice thick with amusement. "Besides…" His gaze flicked to Jiao Jiao, who remained bundled beneath the covers, unmoving. "It worked, didn't it?"
Shudu grumbled under his breath but said nothing more, while Xue Laohu simply shook his head, deciding that, in the end, there were worse ways to lull a child to sleep.
Xue Tuzi smiled, his fingers threading gently through Jiao Jiao's soft hair, the child nestled comfortably against him. His touch was light, slow, as if the motion itself carried a lullaby. "Gege used to tell me this story all the time," he murmured, his voice tinged with nostalgia. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as he pulled Jiao Jiao closer into his arms, his warmth a shield against the cold. "I'd fall asleep immediately."
Shudu, sat at the edge of the bed, tilting his head, his expression unreadable. Then, with a lamenting sigh, he muttered, "He's so lucky." His gaze lingered on the way Xue Tuzi held Jiao Jiao, his fingers idly brushing against the child's back in a slow, soothing rhythm. "He gets to be in your arms all day. I'm jealous."
At those words, Xue Tuzi turned his head, his eyes settling on the man before him. Shudu was tall, his broad shoulders casting shadows against the dim candlelight. His robe, loosely tied, revealed the powerful lines of his chest, his skin catching the glow of the flickering flame. His hair, usually bound in a single neat braid, was undone, spilling in thick, inky waves down his back and past his ankles, framing his sharp jawline in an unruly cascade. His red eye gleamed like smoldering coal beneath the warm glow, while his golden eye softened as it met Xue Tuzi's gaze.
Xue Tuzi's lips curled into the faintest of smiles. His voice was soft, almost coaxing. "Do you… want to be in my arms?" His large doe eyes locked with Shudu's, their warmth pulling him in like a siren's call. Slowly, he raised his arms in invitation, his slender fingers barely brushing against the fabric of his own robes as if waiting for Shudu to make the first move.
Xue Laohu, still floating silently nearby, sucked in a sharp breath. His gaze flicked between the two, time itself seeming to slow as Shudu hesitated for only a moment—before he moved.
Without a word, without thought, Shudu plunged forward, surrendering himself to Xue Tuzi's embrace. The moment their bodies met, heat coiled in the air between them, the scent of sandalwood and something faintly sweet filling Shudu's senses.
"Are you teasing me?" Shudu asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, almost pitiful, muffled against the crook of Xue Tuzi's shoulder.
Xue Tuzi exhaled a quiet laugh, his fingers trailing down the curve of Shudu's back. "Maybe…" he mused, his touch light but deliberate, tracing every defined ridge of muscle beneath the fabric. His breath ghosted against Shudu's ear as he whispered, "Would you like your reward?"
Then, ever so slowly, he spread his legs, inviting Shudu to take whatever he wished.
With slow, deliberate movements, Shudu shrugged off his outer robes, the silk pooling around his waist before he cast them aside. The cool air kissed his bare skin, but the warmth radiating from Xue Tuzi was far more inviting. He slipped under the heavy covers, the fabric rustling softly as he settled in on top of Xue Tuzi.
His hand moved instinctively, pressing firmly against Xue Tuzi's soft belly, his fingers splayed as if memorizing the warmth beneath them. The contrast between his calloused palm and Xue Tuzi's smooth skin sent a shiver up his spine. He exhaled a quiet breath, his touch lingering, as it possessively made its way down to Xue Tuzi's shaft, pulling it to illicit a couple of moans out of the beauty's lips.
Xue Tuzi moaned slightly under the weight of Shudu's hand, his lashes fluttering as he glanced at him. His body was aroused, his breath grew rapid, but the moment Shudu's fingers released his shaft, something unreadable flickered in his gaze.
Xue Laohu's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Shudu abruptly shove the covers aside, revealing Xue Tuzi's parted legs and a thick layer of fluid coated in his stomach. The motion was swift, almost impatient, sending a rush of cool air swirling around them. The candlelight flickered wildly in response, casting shifting shadows across Shudu's broad frame.
Xue Laohu hovered silently, his gaze locked onto the scene before him. There was something raw in the way Shudu moved—deliberate, unrestrained—as if hesitation had no place between them. His long, unbound hair spilled over his shoulders, strands catching in the dim light like rivers of ink.
Shudu's hands slid to Xue Tuzi's parted thighs, pressing them down firmly, claiming the space between them. His head dipped lower, lips hovering over the most sensitive place on that trembling body. A single thumb pressed in slow, deliberate circles until the delicate flesh bloomed into a deep rose. Then, with a low breath, he spat lightly, the warmth sinking into the tender skin.
His tongue extended, tracing the faint ridges of the entrance with patient strokes, savoring every twitch beneath him, before dragging upward to take the swollen length into his mouth in one unbroken motion. Heat enveloped him.
Xue Tuzi's moans spilled out unchecked, his toes curling as his feet brushed along the sculpted lines of the demon's back. The wet pull of Shudu's mouth left him breathless, his chest rising and falling as sweat slid down his navel. The jewels on his nipples trembled with every shuddering gasp until his body finally broke, spilling into the demon's waiting throat.
Shudu swallowed in a single, possessive gulp, his gaze locking on the man's bliss-heavy eyes. Xue Tuzi parted his lips as if to speak—but what came out was a low, drawn moan. Drool slid from Shudu's mouth, trailing down to the flushed rosebud below, soaking it until it gleamed. His tongue flicked at it playfully, sending jolts through Xue Tuzi's body.
But the beauty couldn't bear to wait. He needed the demon inside—needed him to quell that maddening itch.
With a swift motion, Shudu lifted Xue Tuzi's legs over his shoulders. The smaller man didn't hesitate; his thighs locked tight around the demon's neck, urging him closer, demanding to be devoured. Xue Tuzi bit down on his finger, stifling the moans that threatened to spill as Shudu feasted on his flesh with relentless hunger.
Shudu's hard shaft vibrated with vigor, as he brought it close to Xue Tuzi's flushed little rosebud. He placed the head near the small orifice, the tip grazing the delicate skin before settling with practiced ease. His touch was warm, firm yet gentle, as he began to massage the faint wrinkles surrounding it with slow, fluid motions.
Xue Tuzi huffed, his breath hitching as he bit down on his lower lip. His chest rose and fell in uneven rhythms, his body reacting instinctively to the touch against his skin. His fingers curled against the sheets, gripping the fabric as a sharp gasp slipped past his lips. A tremor ran through him, his legs shifting, parting further without thought, as if drawn by some unseen force. His lashes fluttered, the flickering candlelight casting delicate shadows over his flushed features, his breath coming in slow, shuddering waves.
"Put it in" he panted eagerly, his voice thick with anticipation. The once-pale rosebud had deepened to a flushed pink, blooming under the relentless attention it had received.
"Beg for it," Shudu commanded, his voice low and unwavering. A sharp smack echoed through the room as his shaft met Xue Tuzi's entrance, drawing a soft, startled yelp from his lips.
The veins on his manhood throbbed with anticipation, every instinct urging him to claim the beauty before him. But Shudu resisted, reveling in the torment he inflicted. Instead, he teased—slow, deliberate—pressing just the tip inside before retreating just as quickly. The shallow intrusion sent a sharp jolt through Xue Tuzi, his breath faltering, turning uneven as he twitched beneath the torment. His body tensed, chasing after the touch that was gone too soon, but Shudu only smirked, dragging out the game, watching as frustration built with every fleeting motion.
Xue Tuzi's face was flushed, a deep warmth blooming across his cheeks as his chest rose and fell in ragged motions. Each breath came unsteady, his lips slightly parted as he struggled to regain control, but the lingering heat in his body refused to settle. His lashes fluttered, his gaze hazy, caught somewhere between longing and surrender.
"Please, put it in," he gasped placing his fingers in between his gaping hole forcing it open. Shudu hesitated for a moment, his breath steadying before he slapped his member firmly against Xue Tuzi's opening, the contact sharp and deliberate. "Beg harder," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. Without warning, he pressed the tip, the motion slow and teasing. Xue Tuzi's breath hitched, a soft cry escaped him as his body arched, desperate. "Fuck me," he gasped, his voice strained with need, the words slipping from him like a plea.
Shudu finally pushed his engorged shaft in, violently smacking himself against Xue Tuzi. Xue Laohu's eyes widened in shock, his jaw slack as he watched the scene unfold before him. His gaze locked onto the two men, the intensity of the moment leaving him frozen, his breath hitching as one man mounted the other. A flush crept up his neck, his mind racing as the reality of what he was witnessing hit him full force.
He had always been secretive about his more pornographic interests, never sharing them with anyone. His collection of hidden magazines and a few carefully downloaded videos on his computer had always been his private escape. The majority of his preferences leaned toward animated fantasies—monsters, ogres, and creatures of the like. He had all twelve volumes of Ogres Desires: Forbidden Fantasies, each one worn from repeated viewing, but never had he seen anything like this. The raw, unrestrained intimacy of the scene before him was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
Instinctively, he raised his hands to his face, as if trying to shield himself from the overwhelming sensations. His fingers trembled, desperately trying to block out what his eyes were drawn to. But his gaze betrayed him—his eyes refused to look away, glued to the scene, his heart racing in a mix of confusion and something else he couldn't quite identify. The forbidden, unspoken act unfolding in front of him seemed to have a hold on him that he couldn't break, leaving him both captivated and disoriented.
Shudu was a force of nature, violent and untamed, pushing and shoving onto Xue Tuzi with raw, unrelenting ferocity. His movements were harsh, almost animalistic, as if he were a wild beast claiming its prey. The air crackled with intensity as Shudu's hands gripped, pressing with bruising force. Xue Tuzi's breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly under the weight of Shudu's aggression.
"Gentle," Xue Tuzi whimpered, his voice soft yet desperate as he placed a trembling hand over Shudu's chest, trying to slow him down, to regain some control. But the demon was merciless, his eyes dark with desire as he ignored the plea. With a growl, he leaned forward, his lips crashing against Xue Tuzi's in a bruising kiss, biting down harshly on his lower lip. The sudden pain made Xue Tuzi gasp, his body shuddering beneath the forceful kiss, yet he couldn't pull away, trapped under Shudu's insatiable hunger.
Xue Tuzi's legs dangled in the air, spreading further apart to take Shudu's full force. "Gentle? When have you ever been gentle with me?" Shudu exclaimed, his voice sharp with a mixture of frustration and fury. With a forceful swipe, he smacked Xue Tuzi's hand away from his chest, thrusting harder, his groin pressing in relentlessly. The intensity of the moment seemed to suffocate the air between them, and Shudu's dominance was unyielding.
Xue Laohu watched from the corner, wincing at the pained expression on Xue Tuzi's face. He couldn't look away, but every muscle in his body tightened in discomfort. Xue Tuzi's beauty was marred by the suffering etched on his features, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperate longing. Tears began to well up, the drops sliding down his flushed cheeks as he whimpered softly. "Shushu…" His voice cracked, choking on his own sobs, as his hand reached out to touch Shudu, a silent plea. But Shudu wasn't having it—his grip was iron, forcibly grasping Xue Tuzi's wrist and pinning it down. Xue Tuzi's long, brown locks fell in messy tendrils over his face, obscuring his vision, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that touch.
"Shushu? What happened to vermin? Insect? Maggot?" Shudu's words were laced with venom, his anger flaring as he continued to smacked Xue Tuzi, each strike harder than the last until Xue Tuzi's skin turned a painful shade of red. Shudu's voice dropped to a growl, his lips peeling back over sharpened teeth. "Need I remind you what I am? A monster." Xue Tuzi groaned loudly, the sound muffled by Shudu's firm hand over his mouth, preventing him from crying out.
"Do you want to wake him?" Shudu sneered, his voice low and cold. Xue Tuzi's pleading gaze met Shudu's for a split second—his eyes wide and filled with desperation, tears streaming down his hot cheeks. His bottom was a landscape of bruised red marks, his skin burning from the constant blows. The beauty was broken, but still, the silent plea remained—he begged with his eyes, desperate for mercy as his feet curled uncontrollably.
Shudu leaned close, his breath hot against Xue Tuzi's ear, and murmured, "You're a bad bunny." His claws dug deep into the beauty's skin, a sharp contrast to the softness beneath. "I'm going to punish you." he whispered, his voice a dangerous promise. Without hesitation, Shudu ravaged him, sinking his fangs into Xue Tuzi's neck. Blood welled up and began to trickle down the pale expanse of his chest, down to the jewels that adorn his nipples.
Shudu cleaned off the crimson droplets with his tongue, savoring its taste, his hair swirled around his body like dark ink spilled across a canvas.
Xue Tuzi's breath came in ragged pants, his eyes glazed and distant, clouded by the haze of his agonizing cries. "I—I want to be good," he moaned, his voice trembling and raw. His full lips parted slightly, a thin trail of drool escaping from the corner of his mouth, glistening as it clung to the delicate mole just below.
"Then pleasure me," Shudu grunted as he continued to penetrate, "squeeze me," he murmured softly into the his ear, eliciting a sharp gasp. Xue Tuzi's lips, flushed and trembled, meeting Shudu's in a searing, ravenous kiss.
Xue Tuzi brought his hands down to his thighs, prying his legs open as Shudu plunged in with force, their lips only parting for the briefest moment to allow Xue Tuzi to gasp for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The pause was fleeting, their connection too urgent to break for long.
Meanwhile, the faint but insistent ticking of Xue Laohu's timer echoed in his mind, a relentless reminder of the dwindling time. The countdown had begun—less than 10 minutes remained before his time would run out, each second slipping away like grains of sand through an hourglass.
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They are finally love making! Shudu is getting back at all the hurt Xue Tuzi has caused him. But fear not Xue Tuzi is thoroughly enjoying the rough treatment or he wouldn't be spreading himself for his beloved. I apologize for the incomplete scene I did not want to continue to drag this. It gets a little bit boring so it will conclude in the next chapter. Thank you.