Chapter 98: Then You Be the One on the Bottom

Chapter 98: Then You Be the One on the Bottom

Yan Huaixuan was still watching him, as if asking why he hadn't made a move yet.

A flash of irritation flickered in Shen Lian's eyes.

Was this a challenge? Or did Yan Huaixuan actually think he didn't have the guts?

"Fine, since you said it yourself," Shen Lian raised his hand and shredded Yan Huaixuan's clothes to ribbons. In the blink of an eye, Yan Huaixuan's usually immaculate robes were reduced to tatters, hanging off him in ragged strips.

Yan Huaixuan's hair was mussed up by Shen Lian too.

Only then did Shen Lian, taking in Yan Huaixuan's current state, crack a satisfied smile. He glanced at the bed. "What are you staring at me for? Didn't you beg me to fuck you? Get on the bed yourself."

Yan Huaixuan didn't say a word and just lay down on the bed.

He showed no sign of resistance, his frost-colored eyes still locked on Shen Lian.

What's more, Shen Lian noticed that even with his clothes in disarray and his silver hair fanned out beneath him, Yan Huaixuan still didn't look the least bit humiliated.

Instead, it felt like he was the one playing some kind of kinky game with Yan Huaixuan.

Shen Lian: "..."

A hint of confusion flickered in Yan Huaixuan's eyes. "What's the next step?"

Shen Lian's face was expressionless as he flipped over and pressed himself down on top of Yan Huaixuan.

He could clearly see Yan Huaixuan's Adam's apple bob.

It seemed Yan Huaixuan had never been in such a disadvantaged position before. Of course—the lofty Dragon Proud Heaven was always in the dominant position in everything.

Shen Lian let out a cold laugh. This was far from over.

Shen Lian wedged himself between Yan Huaixuan's legs, then grabbed Yan Huaixuan's knee and pressed one of his legs against his own stomach.

Sure enough, Yan Huaixuan's expression finally shifted. He let out a low, muffled groan, his voice hoarse, his thick, curled lashes drooping slightly to veil those pale, cold eyes.

Surely Yan Huaixuan would resist now, right?

"Look up!" Shen Lian refused to let Yan Huaixuan look away, determined to see shame and anger in his eyes.

But no—Yan Huaixuan raised his eyes as told, and there was still no trace of the expression Shen Lian wanted to see.

Shen Lian suddenly felt it was all pointless. He had wanted to humiliate Yan Huaixuan.

But Yan Huaixuan wasn't the least bit humiliated.

Feeling Shen Lian pull away from him, Yan Huaixuan was momentarily stunned. He grabbed Shen Lian's hand.

"Not going to continue?"

Shen Lian shook him off. "I'm not interested!"

Yan Huaixuan frowned but didn't let go. "Is it because you don't like how I reacted?"

Yan Huaixuan paused. "Sorry, I've never done this before. What expression should I be making?"

Shen Lian clenched his fist. "Are you fucking done?!"

"I said I'm not interested, get out." Shen Lian shoved Yan Huaixuan out the door and sat down at the table.

Chen Xue looked at Shen Lian warily. "Master."

Even the little paper figure crawled out of Shen Lian's treasure pouch and latched onto his hand.

"Master, don't be mad, don't be mad! I'm gonna go hit him!"

Seeing the little paper figure waving its hands, Shen Lian's brow finally eased a little. He pulled the paper figure and Chen Xue back into his arms.

"Did I scare you?"

Shen Lian didn't know why either—after coming to the cultivation world, his personality should have become more stable.

Yan Huaixuan said he didn't smile anymore and kept his distance from others. That was just Yan Huaixuan imagining things.

He'd just been through some stuff. Wasn't it normal for his personality to change?

Shen Lian snorted.

Chen Xue shook her head.

The little paper figure grumbled, "He's a bad guy."

Shen Lian patted her head. "Don't be scared."

After feeding the little paper figure a spirit stone and patting her head, Shen Lian placed her in the Mustard Seed Space, which was brimming with spiritual energy.

With his guidance, the little paper figure could one day walk the path of a Demon Cultivator.

Chen Xue glanced outside. "He just stands in the courtyard all day every day—doesn't he get tired?"

Shen Lian said coldly, "Let him stand. Not even lightning can kill him."

So many bolts of Heavenly Thunder couldn't kill him, and he'd even let Yan Huaixuan do those things to him while he was unconscious.

Truly an unkillable cockroach.

Shen Lian closed his eyes and started meditating.

But he didn't know that outside, Yan Huaixuan was just coming back from the street.

He was holding a few storybooks in his hands.

Ling Yun, now just a faint wisp of a soul, looked at Yan Huaixuan. "Master, will these storybooks actually work?"

Yan Huaixuan said flatly, "I don't know, but the shopkeeper said they'd work."

Ling Yun never thought it would wake up again, but it could no longer become a sword. Still, Ling Yun was already content.

It knew everything now was its own fault, and its only wish was for Yan Huaixuan and Shen Lian to make up.

As Yan Huaixuan opened the storybook, Ling Yun took one look and its face instantly turned bright red.

Even Yan Huaixuan froze for a second.

When he'd gone to buy the storybooks, he'd asked how to please your cultivation partner in bed.

The shopkeeper had given him a very weird look. "Are you the one doing the pleasing, or the one being pleased?"

Yan Huaixuan spoke directly, "The ones down there."

The shopkeeper's eyes widened. No matter how he looked at the immortal before him, with his elegant, celestial bearing, he didn't seem like the type to do such things.

Yan Huaixuan frowned. "What are you looking at?"

The shopkeeper rubbed his nose. "Nothing, these books suit you. If you memorize them thoroughly, you'll definitely be able to please your partner."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person before him vanished, and a few high-grade spirit stones appeared on the counter instead.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened. Good heavens, for these books of his, even half a low-grade spirit stone would've been too much, with change left over!

And when Yan Huaixuan opened the first page, it read—

"Behold the bewitching male consort, who night after night monopolizes the emperor, so much so that the sovereign no longer holds morning court. How did this male consort gain such allure? The key lies in his bedroom skills, which are practically a fox spirit reborn!"

【Eyes as enchanting as a phantom's, a body so supple it seems boneless, red lips slightly parted, letting out a soft, seductive voice—"Your Majes~ty~" One phrase, with thirteen different inflections, enchanting the emperor into utter infatuation. As for the positions...】

Ling Yun steeled himself to read on, only to find that there were not just words, but illustrations too!

And there on the bed were two people—

The next day, when Shen Lian returned, Yan Huaixuan was unexpectedly not standing in the courtyard.

Shen Lian paused. Had he gotten fed up and left?

He pushed the door open casually, only to find a man clad in a thin gauze robe lying on his bed. The moonlit gauze, thin as cicada wings, hid nothing. The man's figure was tall and straight, and with his clothes removed, his muscles were well-proportioned, his lines smooth—chest and abs, all in place. Looking lower, the V-line of his hips disappeared into his undergarments.

Shen Lian: "..."

He took two steps back and glanced at the house expressionlessly. It was indeed his.

Who was that man lying on his bed, wearing thin gauze?

His brow twitched hard as he strode in. "Yan Huaixuan, what are you doing?"

Yan Huaixuan paused too, uncharacteristically hesitant, then spoke with difficulty.

"Shen~ Lian~"

After saying it, he immediately clamped his lips shut.

Shen Lian: "?"

He walked over and put a hand on Yan Huaixuan's forehead. "No fever."

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Yan Huaixuan. "Or did you get possessed?"

This definitely wasn't Yan Huaixuan.

Yan Huaixuan pursed his lips and pulled Shen Lian into his arms in one motion.

"Like this... don't you like it? You left so suddenly last night, I thought you weren't satisfied with me, so I went to..."