Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Chen Zui lay back on the Black Bat's back, his gaze fixed on the "Thing" that seemed to hang mid-air.

He muttered, feigning confusion, "Huh? What's going on?"

His face full of curiosity, he leaned closer.

Wang Qianjiao, brought back to his senses by the heat on his face, stared at the face so close to his—it looked different now.

Just moments ago, when that thing had splashed onto his face, the desire on that face had been vivid and intense, so much so that he had been captivated.

Now, it had returned to its usual fake innocence hiding mischief.

But how dare he...

Chen Zui's hand moved out, avoiding the slowly dripping liquid, and touched Wang Qianjiao's face.

With a curious tone, he said, "Huh? There seems to be something here."

Facing this invisible face, he pinched and rubbed it lightly but firmly.

Soon, he could distinguish its features.

His thumb landed on the still-warm substance and smeared it toward the invisible line of the lips.

"Strange, what is this, really?"

He wasn't even trying to act seriously now, delivering his lines barely trying.

His thumb, covered in the white substance, brushed against the corner of Wang Qianjiao's mouth, then pushed forward little by little. Even though he couldn't see the other, he could imagine how the lips would redden under his touch, only to be hidden again by the white on his thumb.

His fingertip pressed against the seam of the lips, touching the teeth.

Wang Qianjiao's pupils shook slightly as he watched that misbehaving hand—the very hand that had just been...

His nostrils flared.

The scent was different now. It wasn't the water he had stored for him earlier, but the true scent of Yangjing.

Very faint, very subtle.

Yet it gave him a nice sensation, perhaps even a delicious one.

As this thought surfaced, Wang Qianjiao began to doubt himself. After hundreds of years of cultivation—had he finally gone mad?

Meanwhile, the finger was already trying to push past his teeth.

"Oh? Is this a door?" Chen Zui's tone was a bit theatrical, his fingertip tapping lightly. "Door, oh door, won't you open a little wider? Once I've had my fun, I'll take you back to show my brother."

His tone was teasing, his eyes brimming with a mischievous grin.

"My brother is amazing, he knows everything. He'll definitely figure you out."

His thumb rubbed back and forth.

"My brother's lips are soft and fragrant."

"One kiss from him can make your soul ascend to heaven."

"If I could just suck on his tongue... I'd die without regrets."

Chen Zui's dirty talk came easily.

With every mention of "brother," Wang Qianjiao's face grew redder. Unconsciously, his teeth parted. Chen Zui raised an eyebrow, and without a second thought, his finger slid inside.

Pressing his scent firmly onto Wang Qianjiao's tongue, making him savor it properly.

"The door opened."

"Hey, what's this?"

Chen Zui pinched Wang Qianjiao's tongue between two fingers, pulling it out little by little, turning him into a puppy panting with its tongue hanging out.

Chen Zui squinted his eyes. "It feels like it would taste good."

Without giving Wang Qianjiao a chance to react, he bit it.

Wang Qianjiao's hand clenched.

Strange.

They had kissed before—after all, the other was his puppet. His lips, his tongue, his teeth—all were made by his own hands. There shouldn't be any sensation.

So why this time...

Did he want to draw back?

Why did he want to retreat but not act on it?

As Wang Qianjiao pondered, he was already being overwhelmed. Chen Zui kissed the invisible person, tasting carefully, kissing the cold body so intensely until it warmed, until it nearly melted.

Wang Qianjiao's tightened hand relaxed, lifted, and landed on Chen Zui's chest, tightening once more.

Wang Qianjiao was kissed until he fell backward, only to be pulled back by Chen Zui. An open palm supported his waist. The last time they kissed, he had been in control—this time was different. This time, he could only be led by Chen Zui.

Wang Qianjiao slowly closed his eyes. Everything his tongue touched felt both familiar and completely different.

It was a sensation he had never experienced in centuries.

They were both cultivators, they didn't need to worry about breathing. They could continue kissing like this—passionate, sensual, and entangled—until the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled, forever.

Black Bat: Tsk, these two humans are really too much.

It thought this, then suddenly spun mid-air. Heh heh heh, let's scare them!

The moment Chen Zui fell from the Black Bat's back, he used a spell to keep himself and Wang Qianjiao floating in the air.

Wang Qianjiao, so absorbed in the kiss, didn't even notice.

The Black Bat flew around proudly before returning, meeting Chen Zui's gaze. Those jet-black eyes made it feel danger and pressure.

This human's level of cultivation...

Crap.

It couldn't even defeat this human now.

Black Bat flapped its wings and actively flew back beneath the two to avoid getting beaten up.

Chen Zui kissed Wang Qianjiao until he was dazed, then rose to a kneeling position.

Gazing at Wang Qianjiao’s parted lips, he brought the gift he had shown him earlier—which he hadn’t put away yet—to his mouth.

Still hazy from the kiss, Wang Qianjiao hadn’t yet realized what was happening. Subconsciously thinking it was another kiss, he opened his mouth wider to make it easier for his puppet to engage with him.

It wasn’t until he tasted something in his mouth that he realized something was wrong.

He opened his eyes and laid eyes on what he knew all too well—after all, he had woven every inch of this material with his own hands.

Now it was being offered to his mouth.

There was still a long part remaining.

He lifted his gaze to his puppet. From this angle, it looked almost exactly like that day when he had sewn this part for his puppet.

That day, his puppet had also said he wanted him to taste it. Truly, he hadn't strayed from his original idea.

Compared to that day, his puppet now was wilder, more wicked, and even more beautiful. He muttered to himself, "So it’s not a door after all—I guess I was wrong. You're probably hungry, little monster. Let me feed you something good."

Wang Qianjiao hesitated for a moment.

Was he being too indulgent?

But then he thought about all the hardships his puppet had endured along the way: getting drenched in the rain on the first day down the mountain, having to break into a place because he had no money, being insulted by that shopkeeper, and having to find his own ride to hurry on his journey.

And all of this was because he, as his master, hadn’t taken proper care of him.

He was just a puppet, after all.

Naturally, it was his responsibility as the master to consider everything for him. Not only had he failed to do so, but he had even deliberately not given him any money on purpose.

This could be considered a way to make it up to him.

Besides, although this thing looked…

He glanced at it. In reality, it wasn’t much different from the other components—all woven from spider silk. There was no need to overthink it.

Wang Qianjiao made up his mind.

Crucially, he was still invisible. As long as it wasn’t exposed, then it wouldn't be like he did it himself.

He opened his mouth wider, taking in the food his puppet slowly offered.

But the food was too long, so he could only take about half of it into his mouth at first, taking his time with it.

The food was as warm as he had imagined.

This was strange too—it shouldn’t have had any temperature. His puppet seemed to be becoming more and more human.

His cooperative tasting made Chen Zui look pleased.

Since he couldn’t see Wang Qianjiao, he could only rely on his imagination, which left him with an itch he couldn't scratch.

It was subtle.

However, this was Wang Qianjiao’s first time eating this kind of food. Although he had it in his mouth, he didn't know what to do with it and remained completely still.

Chen Zui chuckled softly.

——

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Black Bat flapped its wings, carrying them over mountains and rivers. The journey here had been filled with surreal experiences, but who would have thought the return trip would be so eventful…

A few streaks of light flashed far ahead—likely cultivators hurrying on their way.

Fortunately, Wang Qianjiao had the foresight to use magic to hide what was on Black Bat's back.

Stars twinkled brightly in the sky.

Chen Zui moved slowly, rocking forward in a motion that he made look incredibly graceful.

His dark eyes fixed on the empty space before him.

So warm.

And so wet.

This time, he pushed further in, all the way to the throat, causing it to tighten up.

What a good spot.

“Mmm…”

It was the sound of Wang Qianjiao wanting to cough but being unable to.

Chen Zui curled his lips and spoke to himself, “Huh? Does this little monster make sounds? Was I hearing things?”

“Let me try again.”

He continued talking to himself, pressing further toward Wang Qianjiao’s throat.

Wang Qianjiao endured the discomfort, watching his mischievous puppet. Sure enough, if he gave an inch, his puppet would take a mile, determined to cause even more trouble.

He tried to bite him with his teeth, to teach him a lesson.

“Heh—”

“You little monster can even bite? It seems I need to teach you a lesson.”

With that, Chen Zui launched an aggressive attack on the little monster in his mouth, while simultaneously using his hand to hold the little monster’s head in place so it couldn’t escape.

Soon, he heard the little monster’s voice again—intermittent, muffled sobs, as if crying.

He rather hoped he could make Wang Qianjiao cry.

He looked forward to seeing such a scene one day.

Ao Tian: “Why don’t you try spinning? Didn’t he make that for you?”

Chen Zui: “Didn’t you replace it for me?”

Ao Tian: “No, I don’t have one of those either. I just fixed the basic functions for you. You’re still using what he made. I thought it was interesting, so I didn’t remove it. Heh heh heh, no need to thank me—it’s what I should do.”

Chen Zui was reminded of the sparkling disco ball again.

Ao Tian: "Now you can control it on your own, no need for his controller."

Chen Zui was willing to give spinning a try, but not with his mouth—that might cause injury. Better save that for later.

Ao Tian didn’t say anything more and idly tidied up his stash.

Huh?

How the hell does it actually have an L8?!

And it's a beast!

Ao Tian couldn’t recall buying it himself. Who? Which kind soul gifted him such an awesome gift without his knowledge?!

Anyway, since Chen Zui already has one, Ao Tian decided not to give this one to him.

(*▽｀)ノノ

Ao Tian was geeking out over the L8’s data, which was no less impressive than Chen Zui’s!

——

Drool was dripping from the corner of Wang Qianjiao’s lips. Has it really been that long? Dawn was almost breaking.

His eyes were bloodshot, lacking their usual cool detachment. The authoritative aura of a superior had completely vanished due to his current state, replaced by a kind of pitiful, bullied allure.

If Chen Zui could see him now, he would surely mess with him even harder.

Despite the constant drool, Wang Qianjiao felt parched.

As if reading his mind, Chen Zui fed him mouthful after mouthful of thick, sweet nectar.

Wang Qianjiao instinctively swallowed the nectar being forcefully poured into his mouth, yet even so, some still escaped the corners of his lips, turning his drool creamy white.

Only after feeding him until he was full and woozy did Chen Zui finally pull away, ruffling the little monster’s hair.

"Cough, cough..."

Wang Qianjiao braced himself with one hand on the ground, coughing twice before quickly stifling the sound.

Chen Zui was in high spirits: "Is the little monster sick? Should I feed you some medicine?"