USER HAS LESS THAN 10 MINUTES OF SPIRIT ABILITY REMAINING
The notification flashed brightly in Xue Laohu's vision, its urgency impossible to ignore. "Ugh," he groaned, swiping it away with an impatient flick of his hand. His attention was entirely consumed by the scene unfolding before him. Shudu's was dominating Xue Tuzi, his thrust both possessive and wild. Xue Tuzi's body convulsed weakly, his legs twitching as he struggled against the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
He was utterly powerless, ejaculating all over his stomach, he shook his hips arching his back and twirling his behind to better excite Shudu, who only grew hungrier. Xue Laohu's eyes were glued to the pair, completely captivated, his heart racing as the timer ticked relentlessly in the back of his mind.
"You don't know what you do to me," Shudu growled, his voice low and possessive, as his hands gripped Xue Tuzi's slender waist. His nails dug into the soft skin, leaving faint marks that spoke of both pain and desire. "I'm going to break you," he groaned, his breath hot against his ear. He bit down gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh before nibbling softly, coaxing a shiver and a faint, breathy moan from Xue Tuzi's parted lips.
Without warning, Shudu captured those lips with his own, silencing any further sounds. The kiss was deep and hungry, a clash of need and longing. Xue Tuzi responded eagerly, his hands rising to wrap around Shudu's neck, fingers tangling in the dark strands of his hair. Their bodies pressed closer, the heat between them undeniable, as Shudu continued to pound Xue Tuzi.
10 SECONDS REMAINING.
The bold, glowing numbers flashed before Xue Laohu's eyes, each digit a hammer strike to his chest.
9…
"Wait!" Xue Laohu screamed, his voice cracking as he watched the seconds slip away. His heart pounded in his ears, desperation clawing at his throat.
8…
"Can I get an extension? Please!" he begged, his voice trembling, but the system remained cold and unyielding.
7…
6…
Xue Laohu clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard, forcing back the saliva pooling in his mouth. He tore his gaze from the timer, his eyes darting back to Shudu and Xue Tuzi.
5…
Xue Tuzi's lips moved softly, trailing kisses along Shudu's strong jawline, each touch tender and deliberate. His breath hitched between kisses, warm and uneven, as he reached the intricate tattoo etched into the demon's neck. The design seemed to pulse faintly under his lips, as if alive, and Xue Tuzi lingered there, his movements slow and reverent.
4…
Xue Laohu's chest tightened, his fists balling at his sides as he watched, torn between the urgency of the timer and the magnetic pull of the scene before him. Xue Tuzi's lips where hot to the skin, exciting Shudu even further, he gripped Xue Tuzi's thighs pushing them against his soft belly, "I'm going to cum," Shudu grunted, his voice rough and commanding, his fiery eye locking with Xue Tuzi's glossy, tear-streaked gaze.
3…
"Wait, no—please! Just one more minute!" Xue Laohu begged, his voice cracking as he watched the scene unfold, his desperation mounting with each passing second.
2…
Shudu drove his shaft with force, his movements were harsh and unrelenting as he pushed deeper, shooting inside of the beauty, eliciting a piercing scream. The sound echoed through the space, raw and unrestrained.
1…
TIME IS UP. CONGRATULATIONS, USER, ON COMPLETING 12-HOUR EMBER'S EMBRACE: IGNITE LOVE'S FLAMES.
In an instant, Xue Laohu was thrust back into his own body, the transition jarring and disorienting. He found himself seated in the secluded cave, the damp, cool air a stark contrast to the heat of the scene he had just witnessed. Groaning, he clutched his head, his temples throbbing as the system's cheerful chimes that filled the air. Neon confetti burst across the screen in a dazzling display, celebrating his achievement.
+1,000 LIFE POINTS ADDED.
The words flashed brightly, and Xue Laohu exhaled sharply, his body slumping as the adrenaline persisted. The cave was silent now, save for the faint hum of the system's interface, a reminder of the surreal experience he had just endured. He stared at the screen, the confetti still dancing.
He sat up abruptly, his face burning with heat, an unsettling flush spreading across his skin. The images he had just witnessed replayed in his mind, vivid and relentless. His body, though not physically present at the scene of the carnage, betrayed him with an arousal that surged through him with intensity. His mind raced with memories of Xue Tuzi's seductive panting, his lips slick and coated with saliva, as Shudu consumed him wholly. Xue Laohu had never seen such a thing—never even imagined it. He groaned, his hand involuntarily reaching down to his groin, feeling a heat unlike anything he had ever experienced, as though a fire had been lit within him.
"Why am I… excited?" He muttered to himself, his voice thick with disbelief, tinged with shame. "Did I… like what I just saw?" The words hung in the air, the question more terrifying than any answer he could offer. He recoiled in confusion, desperate to justify his response. "No… no, that can't be it. Anyone would have reacted like that… It's only natural." He tried to convince himself, his breath quickening as he stood, his legs trembling beneath him. The images, so graphic and raw, plagued his thoughts like an unrelenting storm.
His heart raced as the need to escape surged through him. "A cold bath! I need a cold bath." His voice cracked with urgency as he bolted from the cave, his feet pounding against the ground, driven by an overwhelming need to rid himself of the scorching sensations that had taken hold of his body. He raced toward the lake at Mount Dingbu, the cool water ahead promising temporary relief from the storm raging inside him.
He arrived at the icy lake nestled at the foot of Mount Dingbu, the scene bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight. The waterfall cascaded down with a rhythmic roar, its mist mingling with the cool night air. Surrounding the lake was a lush tapestry of greenery, the leaves shimmering faintly under the pale light. The stillness of the night was broken only by the sound of rushing water and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Standing at the edge of the lake, he hesitated, his breath visible in the cold air. With a resigned sigh, he began to peel off his clothes, layer by layer, until he stood bare under the moon's watchful gaze. The cold bit at his hot skin, raising goosebumps as he tentatively extended a toe toward the water. The moment his skin touched the surface, he jerked his foot back with a sharp inhale. The water was icy, far colder than he had anticipated.
He sighed, back in the modern world, he had always despised cold baths. Even during the sweltering heat of summer, he would stubbornly fill his tub with scalding water, sinking into it until his skin turned a vivid red, like a lobster plunged into a boiling pot. His mother would scold him, calling him insane and warning that his skin would peel off if he kept it up. But he had persisted, finding solace in the searing heat.
Now, standing before this frigid lake, he couldn't help but sigh. The cool water before him was a far cry from the steaming baths he once cherished. With a deep breath, he dipped his foot again, grimacing as the cold shot through him. Slowly, he waded in, the water climbing up his legs, the chill biting at his thighs. Just as he was about to sink deeper, a movement caught his eye.
From behind the curtain of the waterfall, a figure emerged, shrouded in mist and moonlight. Xue Laohu froze, his heart pounding as he stared at the mans silhouette. The man's wet hair clung to his face like ink bleeding onto parchment, each strand tracing the sharp angles of his jaw and the curve of his cheekbones. Droplets of water slid down his temple, catching in the hollow of his throat before disappearing beneath his bare body. His skin, smooth and pale like polished jade, was cold to the touch.
"Shizun…" he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. His brilliant emerald eyes, flecked with molten gold, flickered downward, drawn inevitably to Xue Laohu's erected member, still violently red from the scene he had witnessed. His lashes trembled as his gaze lingered on the shaking shaft.
Li Zhameng's eyes curved into crescents as he drew near. His teeth sank into his lower lip before his tongue swiped slowly across the abused flesh. Before him, Xue Laohu stood statue-still, heat still consuming him. His member was long like a flute, yet thick with sturdy muscle, reminiscent of a pig's feet. Veins pulsed beneath the flushed pink skin, each one subtly rising and falling with the rhythm of its pulse. A thin strip of coarse black hairs traced a path up his shaft, sparse yet distinct, disappearing beneath his navel.
"Shizun," he breathed, as the young man loomed over him, close enough that his shadow consumed Xue Laohu whole. The grandmaster swallowed hard, his throat constricting as the heat pooling in his groin only seemed to intensify, refusing to be extinguished even by the icy water lapping against his skin. The cold did nothing to steady his breathing, did nothing to quell the restless fire curling in his manhood.
His gaze drifted lower, drawn irresistibly to the slight part of Li Zhameng's lips which brushed his skin. Without thinking, he reached out, brushing his thumb over the tiny scar nestled at the curve of his bottom lip—a faint, pale mark against soft, tender skin.
Li Zhameng's lashes fluttered, half-lidded with desire, as his tongue traced a slow, lingering path along the curve of his Shizun's neck. Each stroke sent subtle vibrations deep into Xue Loahu's spine, the warmth spreading, curling low beneath his skin like a gathering tide. Their bodies pressed flush, cold meeting heat, until the aching tips of their arousal found each other—sliding, tangling together with a sinuous friction, like two serpents coiling and gliding beneath cold water.
Xue Laohu's member pressed itself against the cool skin, rubbing slowly as if trying to soothe itself from the relentless heat. For a moment, Xue Laohu had surrendered to Li Zhameng's mouth, hot and insistent against his, teeth catching his lower lip in a sharp nip before soothing it with a slow, wet drag of his tongue. The disciple's fingers framed his face with terrifying possession, tilting him up to meet every devastating press of lips.
Then reality crashed back in like icy water.
"T-This isn't right—!" His own voice sounded foreign, ragged. Shoving against Li Zhameng's chest, he stumbled back, the lake's surface shattering around him as he fled. His lips burned from the attention they'd received, swollen and tingling, while his face flamed hotter than a midsummer sun. Dignity lay in tatters behind him, but he didn't stop running—couldn't stop, not when every gasping breath still tasted of the disciple's sweet lips.
"What was I thinking?" he scolded himself, holding the squirming member in his hand. "That's my disciple—Am I crazy!?"
His brows jerked downward, his expression darkening as he glared at the shameless thing still fully erected. The member turned its head, a slow, deliberate movement that reeked of disdain. If it had a face, Xue Laohu was certain it would be staring at him with pure disappointment, as if he were the one acting irrationally. In fact the shaft had two small fatty masses right under its head, giving it a googly eye appearance.
In the modern world, Yi Ming had always been self-conscious about those two small lumps. The embarrassment and shame ran so deep that it took him an entire year before he finally worked up the courage to see a doctor.
He first noticed them in high school. At first, he tried to ignore them, convincing himself they would go away on their own. But as the weeks passed and they remained, stubborn and unmoving, his anxiety grew. He spent countless nights hunched over his phone, scouring the internet for answers. Every search result seemed to confirm his worst fear—cancer. His stomach twisted in knots, dread gnawing at him until he could no longer bear it.
He caved.
Making an appointment with an oncologist had been the most nerve-wracking thing he had ever done. His mother sobbed in the waiting room, her cries echoing down the sterile white halls. "No, not my Mini Ming!" she wailed, drawing the concerned looks of nurses and other patients.
Yi Ming, mortified beyond words, buried his face in his hands. "How embarrassing…" he muttered under his breath, sitting stiffly in the examination room. The thin hospital robe draped over his body did little to shield him from the chill in the air, and worse, it left his entire backside completely exposed.
The examination itself was uncomfortable—far more than he had anticipated. What was supposed to be a simple check-up to determine if the lumps were benign quickly escalated when the doctor, taking extra precautions, decided to examine his prostate as well. Yi Ming winced, shifting slightly on the examination table, his bare cheeks pressed against the cold surface. He was still sore from the probing when a knock came at the door.
"May I come in?"
"Sure," Yi Ming mumbled, pouting slightly as he tapped his fingers against the edge of the table, still avoiding eye contact.
The doctor entered, all smiles. "I've got great news… you don't have cancer."
Yi Ming let out a slow breath, relief flooding through him, but the awkwardness of the situation still lingered. He kept his gaze firmly on the floor, unwilling to make eye contact with the man who had just had his fingers somewhere very, very personal.
"So, these lumps…" he started hesitantly.
"Lipoma," the doctor answered casually, flipping through the papers in his hands. "You've just developed two small fatty masses, that's all. Nothing life-threatening."
Yi Ming blinked. "That's it?"
The doctor waved a dismissive hand. "That's it. Completely harmless. However, if they ever cause you any sexual dysfunction, you can schedule an appointment to have them cosmetically removed."
Yi Ming's face fell. "Why can't I have them removed now?" His fists clenched, his frustration bubbling over. He'd spent months panicking, sleepless nights convinced he was dying, only to be told they were just… fat?
The doctor chuckled, patting him lightly on the back. "Ah, you're still young. Too young for that kind of surgery. Plus, they're so small that they're not a concern right now. But if they grow, don't hesitate to call."
Yi Ming sat there in stunned silence, watching as the doctor exited the room. Just as the door was about to close, a passing nurse turned and shot him a quick giggle.
Fucking great.
Not only did he have one, but two fatty masses on his member. He groaned, covering his face in shame. How will I ever— His thoughts trailed, unwillingly shifting to an imagined scenario where he was finally with the girl he liked, only for her to pause, look down… and burst out laughing.
His very private personal traits had migrated with him to the novel, as Xue Laohu also had two small fatty masses and they wanted nothing but to cling onto Li Zhameng's.
"Down, Mini Ming! Down!" Xue Laohu hissed, tightening his grip on the wriggling shaft in his hands. The shameless member squirmed with determined energy, stretching its small head.
"Fucking great," he muttered under his breath he was walking around the sect completely erected if anyone found him like that he would immediately be labeled a pervert. With no time left and running out of options he took matters into his own hands—literally.
With a sharp exhale, he delivered a single, swift punch to his own crotch.
He let out a pitiful yelp before going limp. He trembled, his body wracked with agony as quiet gasps escaped his lips, tears welling in his eyes. But finally Mini Ming had been knocked unconscious. His limbs felt weak as he hastily tucked in his robes, the fabric brushing against his raw skin, sending sharp jolts of pain through his body. Yet, despite the unbearable ache, at least one torment had passed—his overwhelming urge to mate had finally subsided. All that remained now was excruciating, relentless pain.
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Ha ha ha ha. I thought this was incredibly funny. Yi Ming is so self conscious about his penis. Also everyone give a warm welcome to Mini Ming he will make a few short appearances just as comedic relief. I thought it would be fun to give Yi Ming's penis a personality but not too much just the little thing was very persistent and very excited.
Xue Loahu: Who are you calling little?
Li Zhameng: Shizun, it is not small at all. It is quite formidable >= ]