Chapter 46 Bad Dog

Chapter 46: That Damn Dog

In just half a day, Chu Ji’s lips were swollen from Jun Xueyi’s relentless kisses.

Unable to move, he watched as Jun Xueyi meticulously set up one array after another in the room, pausing every so often to kiss him until he was breathless, then calmly resuming his work as if nothing had happened.

Lying there, Chu Ji mused, *So what if it’s dual cultivation?*

*Fine by me—but since when did dual cultivation involve this kind of method?*

Seeing Jun Xueyi finally finish and approach him again,

Chu Ji immediately turned his head away. “No more kissing.”

His tongue felt completely numb.

*If he’s going to kiss, why does he have to keep sucking on my tongue?*

Jun Xueyi, having completed everything, finally snapped out of his daze. Instead of kissing Chu Ji again, he buried his face in the crook of Chu Ji’s neck, inhaling his scent. The tension he’d carried since the cave slowly began to ease.

Holding Chu Ji tightly, he said, still shaken, “You scared me to death.”

Chu Ji tilted his head slightly.

*Is Jun Xueyi slow or something?* He had spaced out for ages in the cave, then brought Chu Ji back, changed his clothes, confessed his feelings, kissed him, and held him. Now, after setting up all those arrays and finally getting him locked up as he wished, was Jun Xueyi only just now snapping out of it?

Then what had Jun Xueyi been doing all this time?

Who was the one kissing him earlier? Wasn’t it Jun Xueyi too?

*Was it really that frightening?*

*I’m the one who’s hurt. I’m the one who almost died. I wasn’t even scared, so why is Jun Xueyi acting so strangely?*

Chu Ji spoke impatiently, “Had enough hugging? No more hugging.”

Jun Xueyi slowly lifted his head. Seeing Chu Ji’s annoyed expression, he gently leaned in and kissed his lips. “I’m sorry, I lost control earlier.”

Chu Ji’s lips were red, swollen, and tingling. If he could move his legs, he would have kicked Jun Xueyi right then.

*Lost control? Is that even human language?*

Jun Xueyi nuzzled Chu Ji’s cheek gently. He hadn’t meant to move this fast, but the moment he saw the person who had defiantly challenged him earlier now lying there covered in blood, barely breathing and gazing weakly at him, he lost all reason.

He had hovered mid-air on his sword, unable to believe it was Chu Ji. The Young Master had probably never suffered such severe injuries in his life.

He was terrified.

If he hadn’t bound their lives together earlier, what he might have found in the cave wouldn’t have been a kiss from Chu Ji.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became—so much so that he wished he could merge Chu Ji into his very flesh and bones.

He kissed Chu Ji’s face tenderly. Their lives were intertwined; as long as Jun Xueyi lived, Chu Ji would not die. But that also meant Chu Ji must’ve taken who knows how much damage in the cave, unable to die but stuck fighting for his life.

He had even burned through his lifespan.

Jun Xueyi had originally planned to take things slowly, but now all caution was thrown to the wind. There was no room for gradual approaches anymore.

Chu Ji’s meridians were shattered, and more than a dozen bones in his body were broken. Not only had he lost all his cultivation, but he couldn’t even stand now.

Jun Xueyi gazed into the other’s eyes. “Next time, let me handle such things.”

Chu Ji stared back at Jun Xueyi silently for a long moment before letting out an emotionless laugh, his eyes fixed on him without a word.

Jun Xueyi met his gaze, then finally surrendered, lowering his head to gently kiss the corner of the Young Master’s eye.

“Congratulations, you’ve won. You’ve broken the protagonist’s destiny.” The moment he entered the cave, he understood everything. The object inside was undoubtedly the final “reward” for his ascension to godhood—the Divine Essence.

Without the Divine Essence, this world would no longer have a protagonist or a villain.

Jun Xueyi felt no regret. He only wondered what Chu Ji had sacrificed to destroy it.

Looking at Chu Ji seriously, he said, “This time, you’ve won everything—defied the heavens, conquered fate.”

Chu Ji had broken free from his destiny in his own way. It was remarkable.

The Little Demon Lord had shattered it with his own hands.

Jun Xueyi simply couldn’t bear to see Chu Ji injured, yet these wounds were proof of Chu Ji’s victory over fate.

He took the Young Master’s hand, gently massaging his fingers. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

Chu Ji’s eyes curved slightly. “You, the protagonist, can no longer become a god.”

“Do you hate me?”

Jun Xueyi didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in to kiss Chu Ji, his tongue gently entwining with the other’s. The kiss was tender, as if all his love and hatred had melted into the embrace.

Chu Ji’s eyes soon welled up with tears again.

Jun Xueyi pulled away. “I thought I made myself clear.”

Chu Ji gasped for breath, insisting firmly, “You hate me.”

He could feel it.

Jun Xueyi stared intently into Chu Ji’s eyes, then kissed him again.

Excitement surged from the depths of his heart.

They were truly the perfect match.

Chu Ji had no idea what madness had seized Jun Xueyi this time.

He could only tilt his head back and let Jun Xueyi kiss him. His lips and tongue were so sensitive that even the slightest touch sent shivers through him. How many times would it take for Jun Xueyi to be satisfied?

*This damn dog.*

When Jun Xueyi finally released him, Chu Ji took deep breaths while glaring fiercely at him.

Jun Xueyi wiped the tears from the corners of Chu Ji’s eyes and teased, “After so many kisses, you still haven’t learned to breathe properly.”

He caressed Chu Ji’s soft lips and murmured, “I hate you. I hate you to death.”

But hatred and love had long become indistinguishable; he himself didn't know which emotion ran deeper toward Chu Ji. He only knew that all the intense love and hatred in his life had been given to Chu Ji.

Even the Love Flowers in the three-story tower were clear and colorless.

The one he hated was Chu Ji.

The one he loved was Chu Ji.

All vivid and intense emotions were directed at Chu Ji, so tangled together that even the Love Flowers couldn’t discern what he felt in that moment.

He held on tightly, unwilling to let go.

He would only possess him fiercely.

A smile touched the corners of Chu Ji’s eyes.

“I hate you too, I hate you to death.”

Jun Xueyi leaned in gently, brushing his lips against Chu Ji’s. He knew.

That night in the cave, Chu Ji had said these very words.

Chu Ji dodged to the side. “Jun Xueyi, stop kissing me.”

He remembered Jun Xueyi asking how, after being kissed so many times, he still hadn't learned to breathe during kisses—just like how, after falling into water so often, he still hadn’t learned to swim. It was utterly maddening.

With only two days left to live, was he going to lose to Jun Xueyi at the last moment?

He blurted out recklessly, “You suck at kissing. It’s the worst.”

Jun Xueyi paused. "I kiss terribly?" Who was he being compared to?!

The thought made his expression instantly turn cold as ice.

Chu Ji was satisfied. This was how Jun Xueyi ought to be.

“The last guy who kissed me was better at it than you!”

Jun Xueyi’s eyebrow twitched. “It seems you don’t understand your current situation.”

Chu Ji raised an eyebrow challengingly.

Jun Xueyi tightened his grip, brushing his thumb over Chu Ji's tear-streaked eye corner, making the redness there even more vivid. Then he pinched Chu Ji’s chin and kissed him again, but without any of the previous tenderness.

Chu Ji, suddenly subjected to such ferocious assault, immediately tried to pull away. But his lips and tongue were being dominated by Jun Xueyi. Despite having taken so many pills, the strength he had regained was only enough to barely clutch Jun Xueyi’s clothes.

His eyes were covered by the other’s hand, leaving him unable to see, making the sensations on his lips even more pronounced.

He made muffled protests a few times, signaling for Jun Xueyi to let go, but received no response. Instead, the other grew even more forceful.

It dawned on Chu Ji: Jun Xueyi was angry again.

He had been angry before about Chu Ji charging into danger alone—what was he angry about now?

Wasn't he right here in Jun Xueyi’s bed?

He couldn’t figure it out, nor did he have the energy to.

His scalp tingled, as if water was dripping down his head. His body felt as though it were swaying, as if he were lying on a recliner outside—utterly unreal, dizzy and disoriented.

He had no idea where he was until a voice broke through, “Breathe,” Jun Xueyi murmured.

Chu Ji instinctively obeyed.

In his daze, he heard Jun Xueyi ask, “Who was this person you're talking about? I'll go kill him.”

Chu Ji blinked. The hand over his eyes moved away, and he finally saw Jun Xueyi’s face.

Jun Xueyi was genuinely waiting for him to say a name.

Gasping for air, Chu Ji asked, “You’d kill someone?”

Aren’t you the Protagonist?

You hate being in debt to anyone. Killing puts a life debt on your soul.

Jun Xueyi said coldly, “I'll take two cuts from him first, then end him.”

Chu Ji: “...”

Chu Ji glared at Jun Xueyi again, intending to look fierce as he scolded, “You’re completely out of your mind.”

Unfortunately, the Young Master had just been kissed into a daze, and the glance only provoked Jun Xueyi into kissing him again.

Chu Ji couldn’t avoid it, forced to watch as Jun Xueyi peppered kisses along his lips, then the corner of his mouth, his nose, and trailing up to his forehead.

It seemed Jun Xueyi wouldn’t stop unless he answered. Exasperated, Chu Ji snapped, “There is no one else! You’re the only one I’ve kissed.”

Jun Xueyi was truly stunned this time, but the answer made surprise the least of his emotions. He held Chu Ji tightly, excitement blazing crimson in his eyes. “What about Little Red, Little Blue, and Little Purple?”

Chu Ji hadn’t expected that an offhand remark from before would still be remembered.

He coughed. “They're my pet wolves.”

Jun Xueyi hadn’t expected that even Little Red and Little Purple were not human. He burst out laughing, confirming again, “Just me?”

“Young Master, from beginning to end, am I the only one you’ve favored?”

At “favored,” Chu Ji felt a rush of triumph.

It made him realize he held all of Jun Xueyi’s emotions—love and hatred—within his control.

He asked loftily, “Are you happy?”

Jun Xueyi nuzzled into Chu Ji’s scent and answered truthfully, “More than happy. I was eating myself up with jealousy before.”

His heart raced, and the words made him realize something.

Chu Ji had feelings for him!!!

When they first met, he'd been attracted to Jun Xueyi’s looks.

Now he liked Jun Xueyi himself—at least a bit.

Perhaps it wasn’t enough for the Love Flowers to detect, but given Chu Ji’s nature, if he didn’t like Jun Xueyi at all, he would never have asked that.

The arrogant Little Demon Lord, in matters of emotion, would only bestow his favor on someone he had feelings for.

Previously feeling distressed about the injuries on Chu Ji's body, he'd held back during their kisses, never crossing any boundaries.

But with Chu Ji's question, "Does this please you?"

It instantly stirred him.

Jun Xueyi inhaled the scent from Chu Ji's neck—a fragrance he had noticed many times before, particularly strong in the cave before he was killed. He had once asked Chu Ji if he was scented, but now he was certain: Chu Ji wasn’t wearing any scent.

The clothes Chu Ji had worn before were his, and now, even after scrubbing him clean and dressing him in his own clothes again, the scent still lingered—it seemed to emanate from Chu Ji’s very skin and bones.

"You smell so good."

Chu Ji went rigid briefly. Among demonic folk, such a fragrance either signified arousal or could only be detected by a destined one—the latter had already been proven when Jun Xueyi noticed it before.

As for the former...

He snapped impatiently, "If you want to dual cultivate, then just do it. Why so much nonsense?"

Jun Xueyi stared at him intently, noticing his flushed ears, and gently reached out to touch them. "Alright, dual cultivation."

Chu Ji forced himself to stay calm.

Since he was going to die anyway, he had never experienced dual cultivation before.

He wondered how good it’d feel.

Chu Ji watched as Jun Xueyi took a box from his storage ring and opened it.

Inside was the Cloud Snow Flower.

He had almost forgotten about this flower.

He glanced at Jun Xueyi—was this jerk planning to consume the Cloud Snow Flower now?

The reason he had never used this flower was that it was spoils from the first time he had thwarted the protagonist’s plans. He had forbidden anyone from using it—not even Jun Xueyi.

But at this moment, he had no ability to stop Jun Xueyi from eating the flower. He could only watch as the other broke off a petal, then removed his clothes...

Under Chu Ji’s bewildered gaze, Jun Xueyi demonstrated with actions that he had indeed taken out the flower to be consumed.

But it wasn’t Jun Xueyi who would eat it—it was Chu Ji, and he didn’t even have to eat it himself.

Chu Ji pressed his lips tightly together. The moment he felt what Jun Xueyi was doing, he cried out, "Jun Xueyi!"

The next second, Jun Xueyi kissed him, making him take the Cloud Snow Flower as Jun Xueyi’s fingers pushed it into him.

The icy Cloud Snow Flower instantly melted into a slick fluid upon contact with the heat inside him.

Stimulated, he arched his back, catching a glimpse of Jun Xueyi breaking off another petal from the corner of his eye.

Today, the entire flower would be fed to him—in this manner.

He recalled the erotic manuals he had seen.

The Little Demon Lord had never given much thought to the question of top or bottom—after all, he would never be beneath anyone. In his view, the one exerting effort in those illustrations was essentially serving the other.

But he never expected Jun Xueyi to be this devious.

Cloud Snow Flower—great cold.

When his cultivation was intact, he hadn’t felt the cold much. But now, without his cultivation, he could clearly sense where each petal went.

The chill spread to his limbs, and his ears and tail involuntarily emerged from his head and back.

At the same time, the bell on Jun Xueyi’s ring finger appeared. Originally, this bell would have disappeared along with the Red Thread of Fate, but while the thread bound destinies, the bell was a magical instrument. Now that he had lost his cultivation, the bell manifested uncontrollably from Jun Xueyi’s ring finger—and his own.

Every time Chu Ji’s hand trembled as he gripped Jun Xueyi’s clothes, the bell on Jun Xueyi’s finger would chime.

His first instinct was to clench tight, but his legs were too badly injured to move.

Tears rolled down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes. He wanted to speak, but opening his mouth only allowed Jun Xueyi’s tongue to plunge deeper.

Was this what dual cultivation felt like?

An inexplicable feeling—ultimately unsatisfying, his head spun. He didn’t know what to do or say.

In the brief moments when Jun Xueyi’s lips freed his, he could only call out Jun Xueyi’s name.

"Jun Xueyi..." But as soon as he spoke, Jun Xueyi sealed his lips again. He cringed, his limbs unable to find a comfortable position, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at him—not painful, but prickling and maddening.

After the entire Cloud Snow Flower had been fed to Chu Ji, the array in the courtyard began to activate unnoticed.

Chu Ji felt a chilling power repairing his meridians. His legs gradually could move again, but he didn’t move, nor did Jun Xueyi withdraw his hand. Clutching Jun Xueyi’s collar, he spat curses at him repeatedly.

"Bad dog."

"Stinky dog."

"Ugly..."

"Bad dog!"

Jun Xueyi wasn’t so composed; he only wanted the Young Master to feel utmost pleasure.

How could he dual cultivate with the Young Master in this state? The Young Master should be full of life, able to move and jump, to curse and hit him.

He deeply despised the fact that Chu Ji could only submit to his actions in his current condition.

Staring at him, he took out another box.

Inside was another flower—completely opposite to the Cloud Snow Flower, blazing crimson and pulsing with fiery energy.

Chu Ji saw it and gulped. Without his cultivation, it was clear he couldn’t consume this flower.

Jun Xueyi’s eyes gleamed with desire. "Don’t be afraid. With your pure yang constitution, you can handle it."

Chu Ji tried to retreat, but since he was still sitting on Jun Xueyi’s hand, there was nowhere to go.

Jun Xueyi kissed Chu Ji’s eyes soothingly. "Your cultivation has dissipated. If you take these flowers directly, you won’t be able to absorb them."

Chu Ji stared at him in shock, then clenched his jaw as he remembered that his lifespan had already ended. Surviving these past few days was a miracle in itself. He wanted to tell Jun Xueyi not to waste effort tormenting him.

It was truly agonizing.

Squeezing shut didn’t help, not clenching wasn’t right either.

His belly kept clenching... he...

He wanted to bite someone.

He was dying to bite Jun Xueyi.

Jun Xueyi whispered soothingly, "You can hit me later. Save it for later."

Chu Ji: "......"

He stayed silent, gritting his teeth quietly as Jun Xueyi fed him another flower.

The flower burned like fire, scorching hot, making him shake all over.

His calves were shaking.

His eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and large teardrops fell from the corners of his eyes.

It wasn’t that he wanted to cry.

He hadn’t intended to cry, but the tears caused by the stimulation from someone else were beyond his control.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed Jun Xueyi and cursed, "Stop pressing there. What’s so special about that spot?"

He could feel Jun Xueyi messing with him on purpose. It wasn’t obvious when he first fed him the Cloud Snow Flower, but later, somehow Jun Xueyi had discovered how sensitive that spot was and kept pressing both flowers against the same area.

He thought he would die.

He’d rather be dead.

Mustering strength from somewhere, he abruptly pushed Jun Xueyi away.

Anger and arousal flushed his face, Chu Ji gritted his teeth fiercely.

Jun Xueyi’s eyes darkened like spilled ink. "Uncomfortable?"

Chu Ji’s anger wavered. At first, it was uncomfortable, but now it wasn't just discomfort—he couldn’t quite describe it.

He glanced around. His clothes were still on, but his pants were gone. Jun Xueyi had taken off his boots earlier and hadn’t put them back on, and the bell on his ankle hadn’t made a sound.

And Jun Xueyi? When he looked at him, Jun Xueyi was fully dressed, his hair neatly tied with a ribbon.

Rage boiled inside him. Wasn’t dual cultivation supposed to be a two-person affair?

Why was he the one being brought to the brink while Jun Xueyi showed no signs of being affected?

Didn’t Jun Xueyi like him?

Didn’t he love him?

Was this how Jun Xueyi showed his affection?

The longer he looked, the angrier he got. He reached out, pulled off Jun Xueyi’s hair ribbon, and then roughly tugged at his collar.

Since Jun Xueyi was propping himself up with one hand and not fully lying down, with his other hand still working between his legs... Chu Ji didn’t actually intend to undress him, but messing up Jun Xueyi's neat appearance satisfied him.

Chu Ji realized that the meridians in his body had already been repaired.

How could there be such a fast recovery method in this world?

But he had no time to doubt it, because Jun Xueyi’s hand was anything but gentle.

"Bad dog."

The Young Master, who still wasn’t very good at cursing, didn’t notice that with every insult, Jun Xueyi got more turned on.

He continued to curse, using every swear word he had ever learned—except for "ugly."

After listening, Jun Xueyi understood: the Young Master was really into his looks.

So much so that he had gifted him the Red Thread of Fate at their first meeting.

Did the Young Master really not know what the Red Thread of Fate represented? Clearly, he did—and the fact that he didn’t mind being bound to Jun Xueyi through it was precisely because of that face.

As Chu Ji continued cursing, something pressed against his lower back.

He froze for a moment before realizing—he had the same thing down there too. Given his own state, he naturally understood Jun Xueyi’s condition.

He lifted his foot and kicked out, planting it right on Jun Xueyi’s face. "Put it away."

Hearing this demand, Jun Xueyi moved his hand, relishing the unexpected moan from the Young Master—a sound more beautiful than any other in the world.

"Can’t put it away," he said, guiding the Young Master’s foot away while gripping his ankle. He rose slightly, biting at the other’s belt to undo it, and added, "We've only just started the dual cultivation."

Chu Ji: "!"

Just started?

Then what had happened earlier... Had he just been played with by Jun Xueyi?!

Furious, he planted his foot on Jun Xueyi’s face again, pressing down firmly.

His fair, jade-like ankle was covered in spreading golden demon marks. The sight of it pressed against Jun Xueyi’s handsome face turned Chu Ji on.

The next moment, Jun Xueyi kissed the sole of his foot, and he instantly pulled it back.

"You......"

He wanted to say it was disgusting, but it was his own foot. He wanted to say it wasn’t disgusting, but it was still his foot!

After a long pause, he could only compromise. "Don’t kiss my face."

Jun Xueyi withdrew his hand, his fingertips glistening with a mix of translucent fluid and red flower essence. His voice was hoarse as he replied, "Fine, I won’t kiss your face."

He'd kiss other places instead.

Chu Ji had a feeling that Jun Xueyi might actually kill him with this.

......

Even though he was on top, he wasn't in control at all.

Yet, he did get to see Jun Xueyi lose control. The sight of Jun Xueyi coming undone because of him brought him pleasure.

Unfortunately, that pleasure didn’t last long.

By the next morning, his legs had gone numb from the pounding, but Jun Xueyi’s enthusiasm showed no signs of waning.

It felt good—truly good—but being left unable to move was genuinely unbearable. The excitement kept building to a peak, making him want to cry for mercy, but how could the Little Demon Lord ever beg?

Anyway, he only had two days to live. Might as well indulge and enjoy himself.

For a demon, dying during sex was no disgrace.

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