Chapter 71

Song Qingshi fell silent, holding the materials sent by Immortal Lord Ye Lin.

His basic anatomy lessons hadn’t prepared him for this. Between men, things were far more complex, multiplying severalfold, requiring so many strange techniques to satisfy the dominant partner.

A top student strives for full marks in everything, no matter how difficult.

Seizing the time while waiting for the results from the new Black Death Butterfly culture, he took out a fresh notebook, began flipping through reference materials, underlining key points, and taking notes.

First, he confirmed that his spiritual roots were well-suited for transferring cultivation via the dual cultivation method. If the accident he had considered hadn’t occurred, or if his Nascent Soul hadn’t shattered completely, he would try persuading Yue Wuhuan to accept a portion of his cultivation to enhance his self-preservation abilities.

Yue Wuhuan’s suppression of his desires had reached the point of severe self-harm.

This was a dangerous sign and must not be allowed to continue.

Repression worsens psychological wounds—release heals them. Rather than letting him anxiously evade the problem, causing increasing harm, it would be better to try exposure therapy—directly confronting the root of his anxiety.

Yue Wuhuan needed to understand that having desires for someone he loved wasn’t terrifying. What he wanted to do wouldn’t harm the other person. Though it might hurt, mutual consent transforms pain into pleasure.

But… was being the receiving party really that difficult? The images showed many high-difficulty positions and techniques that looked painful.

The more Song Qingshi read, the more conflicted he became. He wasn’t sure what Yue Wuhuan liked, but for beginners, it was better to start with simpler options—first trying what he could manage.

He also carefully studied courtship manuals, noting intimate phrases for lovemaking and lines that would please the dominant partner. Many in the stories liked to ask questions during the act, with correct answers earning rewards.

Better safe than sorry, he thought.

What if Yue Wuhuan also asked questions and he answered incorrectly?

He prepared a list of possible questions and answers, memorizing them thoroughly.

He also readied various ointments and healing medicines. No matter how rough it became, he mustn’t cry out in pain or end up injured and immobile like in the stories—that would tarnish a Nascent Soul Cultivator’s dignity and worsen Yue Wuhuan’s psychological trauma regarding such matters.

After days of preparation, ensuring everything was in order, Song Qingshi activated his Divine Sense to locate Yue Wuhuan. Late at night, he returned to his room and went to find him.

Unable to quickly find a substitute for Tianxin Bamboo, Yue Wuhuan feared the Master’s advances and kisses might make him lose control, so he made excuses to avoid him.

Panicking, Song Qingshi erected a flame barrier, cutting off his retreat. Steeling himself, he said, “We need to talk.”

Cornered, Yue Wuhuan asked, “About what?”

Song Qingshi answered swiftly, “Tianxin Bamboo.”

“As you’ve seen, my body is irredeemably corrupted—easily overcome by desire,” Yue Wuhuan admitted in despair, knowing his secret was exposed. “I feared losing control, acting shamelessly, doing debased and shameful things to you. That’s why I needed Tianxin Bamboo.”

Song Qingshi hesitated. “Debased and shameful?”

He had always assumed he was the inexperienced one, that Yue Wuhuan knew everything. “Dirty” had seemed symbolic—representing the trauma of forced acts, the ugliness of human nature. Now he finally realized Yue Wuhuan had never received proper physiological education. Coupled with constant verbal humiliation and forced admissions of promiscuity, he had come to view normal bodily reactions as monstrous, resisting instincts lest desire bring further shame.

Desire is a normal human need, but related activities must be consensual and lawful.

Song Qingshi decided to teach him properly, explaining human physiology and correct health knowledge. Starting from human evolution, he drew anatomical diagrams, adding elements of sociology and ethics. The lecture lasted over an hour—he’d almost lost track of why he came.

Yue Wuhuan was stunned, weakly protesting, “We’re different. My body… desires you intensely, but you feel no desire for me. Your body is too pure, too innocent…” he trailed off.

The disparity cut too deep.

He couldn’t face it, loathing himself even more.

Recognizing his evasion, Song Qingshi decisively sealed their lips in a deep kiss.

Yue Wuhuan was left dazed.

A quick learner, Song Qingshi had practiced kissing morning and night under Yue Wuhuan’s guidance, honing skills to mutual satisfaction. Now he demonstrated his mastery.

As heat pooled in his body, Yue Wuhuan feared embarrassment and tried to push away the person clinging to him—only to notice the other’s form reacting similarly.

“Wu Huan, do you feel it?” Song Qingshi released him, whispering, “I do desire you. I was just too slow to show it… and afraid you wouldn’t like it.”

Yue Wuhuan gasped, “I do.”

Kissing him again, Song Qingshi took a deep breath and declared firmly, “Stop using Tianxin Bamboo. You can do anything to me. I’m not afraid of pain.”

“Do you understand what you’re saying?” Yue Wuhuan grasped his meaning but clung to shreds of reason, trying to dissuade him. “You’re a man. Wouldn’t you feel shame… receiving like this?”

“No,” Song Qingshi answered after thought. “I’d only do this with someone I love. There’s no shame.”

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. “Love?”

Song Qingshi gazed at him earnestly. “Wu Huan, I love you.”

These words, fantasized countless times, transported him back to that most beautiful illusion.

Dazed, Yue Wuhuan stared at his sole reflection in Song Qingshi’s guileless eyes, hearing his own heartbeat thunder.

The real world overlapped with the Illusion Gu’s realm…

The shackles in his heart loosened one by one. The beast of desire roared—Emotion Lock seemed ineffective. He forgot to restrain his feelings…

Noticing his body at its limit, Song Qingshi produced bottles of ointment and medicine, pressing them into his palm. “Don’t worry. I won’t get hurt.”

With his last vestige of control, Yue Wuhuan murmured, “Qing Shi, you mustn’t…”

Song Qingshi undid his robes. Like a gift unwrapped layer by layer, he revealed his purest heart, offering all of himself to his beloved, leaving the deepest mark.

Yue Wuhuan couldn’t look away.

“Wu Huan, how do you want me?” Remembering his notes, Song Qingshi peeked at his cheat sheet. Finding the options too daunting, he deferred to the “experienced” party. “Should I lie down? On my stomach? Kneel? Or be tied up?”

Yue Wuhuan’s last thread of restraint snapped.

Bloodvine tendrils surged from all sides, coiling around Song Qingshi’s limbs, dragging him into grasp. Breathing in the long-yearned herbal fragrance at his neck, Yue Wuhuan’s voice trembled hoarsely, “It’s too late to regret. Do you truly know what you’re doing?”

“Yes,” Song Qingshi recalled the textbook response from the erotic texts. “I’m yours to take.”

Madness ignited in Yue Wuhuan’s gaze like wildfire. His beautiful beauty mark, flushed with desire, glowed wine-red. The starved beast caged for years finally broke free—ravenously devouring his longed-for prey, licking slowly, claiming ruthlessly, consuming him whole without remorse.

Innocence was irrevocably claimed…

Every inch bore his claim.

...

At dawn, Song Qingshi awoke entangled in Bloodvine tendrils, finding himself tightly bound against Yue Wuhuan’s chest.

Having released years of pent-up desire, Yue Wuhuan had done all he wished. The nightmares didn’t return. Exhaustion from years of strain overwhelmed him, and he succumbed to exhausted slumber.

Not wanting to disturb his rare rest, Song Qingshi stayed still, listening to his heartbeat, evaluating last night’s efforts.

He’d pretended composure, but his pulse had raced the entire time.

It hurt way less than he expected—in fact, it felt rather pleasant, this crazy feeling he couldn't even put into words. The only thing was that Yue Wuhuan’s control was too strong, which left him completely powerless, overly sensitive and overstimulated, and had him crying like a baby. It was a bit embarrassing.

In the latter half, he was too out of it to think straight. Yue Wuhuan seemed to ask if he could take it or if they should stop. Fortunately, he remembered the standard answers from the books and struggled to reply, “More.” “Don't stop.” “So good.”

Then, Yue Wuhuan went even crazier…

His mind went blank, and he knew nothing after that.

Song Qingshi pondered for a long time, feeling that he hadn’t made any serious mistakes. He had originally intended to handle the cleanup and medicine application himself, but Yue Wuhuan snatched them away with a dark expression, adamantly refusing to let him touch anything.

Now that this was done, did it mean he was no longer single?

Song Qingshi thought happily to himself.

……

Yue Wuhuan woke up very late. Before opening his eyes, he still thought last night had been one of those really good dreams. Though he had ultimately lost control, the Song Qingshi in this dream had been gentle—even when faced with his terrifying true nature, he hadn’t run away, hadn’t begged for mercy, and had even encouraged him to do as he pleased, pushing him to complete loss of control.

This dream didn’t carry the usual overwhelming guilt. It was totally satisfying.

He hoped to experience it again.

Yue Wuhuan opened his eyes and saw Song Qingshi lying on top of him, covered in a mess of hickeys and bite marks, with marks from where he'd been tied up by the Bloodvine King from when he had lost control at the end.

Song Qingshi noticed he was awake and kissed him lightly. “Good morning.”

Yue Wuhuan froze up, his rational mind thrown into chaos…

Last night’s madness hadn’t been a dream. What terrible things had he done? He vaguely remembered going too far, not stopping even when he made the other cry—instead, it only spurred him to greater frenzy. He had even said all kinds of dirty things.

If a ghost flame were to strike him now, he would deserve it.

Yue Wuhuan quickly retracted the Bloodvine King, anxiously awaiting the final judgment.

Song Qingshi sat up and stretched. The books said that going too wild would leave one hurt everywhere, but he felt that was an exaggeration. Cultivators heal way too fast for that. Besides, Yue Wuhuan had been gentle in the beginning—he only had a little soreness, which would heal quickly.

Immortal Lord Ye Lin had instructed him to be gentle with Yue Wuhuan and not hurt him.

But when it came down to it, he realized that when things got intense, he had the urge to bite and scratch. He struggled to restrain himself but still ended up leaving a mark on Yue Wuhuan’s shoulder.

Song Qingshi leaned over to examine the wound—it wasn’t deep, maybe a two out of ten at worst.

Seeing that he wasn’t angry, Yue Wuhuan grew even more uneasy. He hadn’t been able to control himself well, leaving many small marks on that pale skin, making the sight somewhat kinda scary-looking.

Song Qingshi noticed his gaze and glanced at the marks on himself, laughing. “It’s fine. I bruise easy—even a light touch leaves a mark. It doesn’t hurt at all. A little medicine, and they’ll fade soon.”

Yue Wuhuan asked cautiously, “You don’t think I went too far?”

Song Qingshi dressed casually as he replied, “It was great. I thought it’d be scarier, but Wu Huan was gentle. It didn’t hurt.”

Yue Wuhuan stared at his satisfied expression, stunned. Then, he suddenly noticed a small note slip from Song Qingshi’s sleeve—apparently his preparation notes for this matter. It detailed several experimental positions he wanted to try, each one… way kinkier than expected. Two of them were things even he had never heard of.

He understood now…

The Illusion Gu truly had its false elements.

The boy he loved didn’t prefer the gentle tenderness of the illusion—he liked crazy new moves instead?

Wait... so going wild in bed was actually okay?