UCTOOT CH80

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The kiss, however, was hurried and urgent. Shi Shu forcefully pressed against his jaw, pushing Xie Wuchi back a step until he leaned against the window lattice, their lips awkwardly sealed together. Shi Shu’s hands tugged at the lapels of Xie Wuchi’s robe, the silk fabric smooth and slippery under his touch.

While kissing him violently, grinding against his lips, Shi Shu tore open Xie Wuchi’s clothes. He had to stand on tiptoe, which was a bit strenuous, but fortunately, Xie Wuchi lowered his head.

Outside the door, the steward took one step forward and then fled with a “thump” of shock. Shi Shu hesitated for an instant, but thinking that Xie Wuchi could handle it—at worst, he could be explained away as a younger brother with delusions having an episode—he continued.

Shi Shu pressed his lips against the other’s with difficulty. He was too reckless, bruising their lips and teeth. His fingers yanked open Xie Wuchi’s lapels, revealing the strong, muscular shoulders underneath, the clean lines from collarbone to chest, the heat of his skin transferring to Shi Shu’s palms. Shi Shu gasped as he touched him, and Xie Wuchi’s eyebrows shot up, one hand encircling Shi Shu’s waist.

The fire in Shi Shu’s heart was burning. Xie Wuchi hadn’t changed at all; he was exactly the same as before. Using the deaths of over a hundred thousand of his own soldiers to topple Feng Chongshan’s career—how could he ever lay down the butcher’s knife? He had simply washed the blood off his hands before walking through the door to smile at him.

Shi Shu’s palms touched smooth, scalding skin. The muscles beneath the thin skin were taut, firm, and slick. Shi Shu clumsily stroked from his neck down to his waist. In his agitation, as Xie Wuchi breathed, the clearly defined abdominal muscles at his waist rose and fell.

“Shi Shu… what’s wrong?”

Xie Wuchi barely opened his mouth before it was blocked again.

Shi Shu licked inside his mouth, but his technique was stiff and poor. Xie Wuchi made a “chu~” sound from the kiss and turned his head away, his hands stiffly placed, unsure whether to push him away. Shi Shu touched Xie Wuchi’s chest and waist. Xie Wuchi’s figure was still excellent; with his clothes torn open, his broad chest muscles were exposed, his waist lean and solid.

But for some reason, it lacked the confusing, seductive atmosphere Xie Wuchi used to create around him—that heart-tempting sexiness.

Shi Shu thought, doesn’t Xie Wuchi like others touching his body? Would this make him happy?

Are you happy? Thinking of this, the fire surged up, and his nose stung.

Shi Shu got a little anxious. Silver threads stuck to their parting lips, but the atmosphere with Xie Wuchi didn’t escalate into lust. Xie Wuchi stood there with his back against the wall, seemingly not understanding what he was trying to do. After a moment, his Adam’s apple rolled, and he said, “Shi Shu…”

Shi Shu thought, isn’t this enough? Then it needed to be more intense. Shi Shu tugged at the sash around Xie Wuchi’s waist, his hand resting on the rising, falling, hot, hard muscles of his abdomen, then slid downwards. After touching the dense forest, he was instantly submerged in warmth.

Shi Shu simply grabbed that warmth in one handful.

Shi Shu didn’t think much when doing this; he did it before the anger in his brain had ceased. Sure enough, the moment Shi Shu grabbed it, Xie Wuchi’s back slammed back, his brow furrowed, and his large hand with bulging veins suddenly grabbed Shi Shu’s arm, unconsciously rubbing his thumb against the back of his hand: “Shi Shu…”

Xie Wuchi’s breathing was rapid, hot air escaping, his Adam’s apple rolling, his voice instantly becoming hoarse: “Shi Shu, you…”

Shi Shu held the thing that was like a tree root, slowly filling out with bone, turning into a distinct, fiery shape. The veins on Xie Wuchi’s forehead throbbed. He held Shi Shu’s wrist but didn’t use force—force could easily have broken Shi Shu’s hand—just holding it loosely.

He opened his lips: “Shi Shu, don’t do this.”

His throat rolled, sweat beginning to slide down, as if roasted by a fierce fire, caught in a struggle.

Shi Shu kissed him deeply. Xie Wuchi made an “uh” sound, turned his handsome face away, and gasped. It had been a long time. After more than a year, he finally saw the dangerous scarlet of uncontainable lust on Xie Wuchi’s face. A demon hiding under the holiest vestments is still a demon.

Shi Shu’s brain was boiling. So in his dreams, he really was this violent, and he didn’t know how to express his hatred for Xie Wuchi anymore.

Just anger, anger.

Shi Shu hooked the edge of the pants and pulled down. The strong hip bones and lower body were revealed. Shi Shu fixed his eyes and swallowed, seeing the shape and color of Xie Wuchi in his mature state for the first time. At this moment, he only wanted to compete! The length was considerable, the size large, the tip a full flesh color, veins winding like they were wrapped around a weapon, much bigger than his own.

Shi Shu gasped and gritted his teeth, no longer hiding, seeing the tattoo beside the pubic bone. A black-green, evil, strange pattern, like rays of light dispersing and illuminating from the sun, complex lines seeming to contain complicated emotions, yet pointing to the center of addictive lust.

On Xie Wuchi’s deceptive body, like a sculpture from the Renaissance combining health and beauty, the tattoo was also full of ornamental value.

Shi Shu looked up at him, placing his other hand on the tattoo, palm pressed flat and stroking—skin rubbing against those bizarre patterns. Touching it with his hand, he discovered the tattoo wasn’t smooth; the wounds were mottled, reaching a fiery heat.

“Ah…”

Xie Wuchi’s throat vibrated with a small tremor, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, shadows dyeing the bridge of his nose. When Shi Shu tightened his grip, the tendon from his jaw to his neck rose and fell like a fish in the sea. Shi Shu’s mind was blank at this moment. He knew Xie Wuchi was feeling pleasure, Xie Wuchi was very comfortable, Xie Wuchi was in ecstasy. His body was easier to satisfy than his mind, easier to deceive, and more uncontrollable.

Sex addiction… no matter how noble he pretends to be, just touching his body unlocks it—the trait of a succubus.

Shi Shu wasn’t very skilled. His fingers tightened, gripping him hard there, but his body suddenly went airborne—Xie Wuchi scooped up his bottom and carried him toward the bedroom.

This posture of holding him again. Anger washed through Shi Shu’s brain, echoing. Any memory of Xie Wuchi treating him well in the past could intensify his current rage.

Shi Shu buried his head, his snow-white canine teeth biting into Xie Wuchi’s bare collarbone. Biting hard, whining as he bit, his hands also using force, until he heard Xie Wuchi’s voice: “Shi Shu…”

“Gently, you’re pulling it, it hurts.”

It felt great, solid flesh, so hot in his palm it felt like it was burning. Shi Shu held on and wouldn’t let go. Xie Wuchi reached out to pry his fingers, but he still wouldn’t let go, while biting his collarbone fiercely.

“Baby, let go, okay?”

“No. Let. Go.”

Sitting on the bed, Xie Wuchi let Shi Shu do as he pleased, only panting. His voice was hoarse and low, deliberately enduring at first, but finally seeming unable to endure anymore. His voice was magnetic and sexy; once he started panting, it was a heart-palpitating low sound, seeming tortured by an uncontrollable tide of lust, until his eyes darkened and he let out confused, seductive gasps.

“Shi Shu…”

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…He smelled a faint scent. The smell on Xie Wuchi’s body was dry, warm. The saturated humidity in the air was like the eve of a storm—viscous, humid, hot.

And in his palm, strand after strand, showing this male human’s excellent ability in reproduction, but he took another path. Shi Shu’s eyelashes were stained with a layer of mist, his lips red, looking down at the mess before him.

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Shi Shu’s brown eyes rolled. His boyish face was handsome and clean, staring at Xie Wuchi. The fire in his brain had completely died down. The roots of his teeth ached a little. Beads of blood were flowing down the collarbone. Xie Wuchi’s clothes had been torn into a mess by him. He sat up straight, his face remaining with the ambiguous scent of lust.

…Shi Shu released the hand holding him.

Crazy, abnormal.

His palm was sticky and wet. Shi Shu turned and jumped off the bed, the voice in his heart repeatedly asking: “Why is it you? Xie Wuchi, why is it you who said those words?”

“Why is the living King of Hell who wantonly slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people you?”

“It would be fine if it weren’t you.”

“Why does it have to be you…”

Shi Shu walked out, raised water by the well to wash his hands. The clear, cool well water not only washed his hands clean but also wiped his hair and face clean. He was ready to leave. Xie Wuchi stood at the door, his clothes restored to neatness and impeccability, his posture tall and slender. When he didn’t speak, the contours of his brows and nose were extremely arrogant and indifferent.

Xie Wuchi’s pitch-black eyes were looking at him: “Shi Shu…”

“…”

Shi Shu glanced at him, surprisingly having no thoughts, turned, and ran wildly out the door. Shi Shu ran all the way toward the Chou Army camp. Several guards couldn’t catch him and were left far behind.

Shi Shu felt he had changed too. After doing such excessive things to Xie Wuchi, he actually ran away without saying anything. Xie Wuchi… you… you really make me…

Shi Shu ran through the streets, out of the city gate, all the way along the official road and dense forest into the woods. Leaves and light and shadow reflected in his pupils, constantly changing. Running relieved the resentment and grievance in his heart. Blood was boiling, the wind constantly brushing past his ears, slowly turning into calmness and carefreeness.

He and Xie Wuchi weren’t in a normal relationship to begin with. He had always felt he was straight, which was weird in itself, like deceiving himself and others.

Shi Shu ran forward, leaving everything behind. He ran with all his might.

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Author’s note:

This chapter will probably be completely locked. Everyone read it quickly. If it gets deleted, I’ll rewrite a chapter tomorrow to replace this one as a benefit.

Also, I want to say, once they get through this part, it will be sweet, and very sweet. The ending is good for everyone, not just Xiao Shubao and Xie Wuchi, but everyone. The theme I want to express is not negative war or human nature, but another theme. Please wait a little for me.

Also, some babies said reading these chapters is very uncomfortable. Maybe you can put down the serialization for now. If you’re still willing to read, I’ll mark the chapters when they get sweet (shouldn’t be very long) or something, you can skip reading.

Other babies said, how did Xie Wuchi become like this personality? Once he gets love, he will quickly return to his original appearance. Just treat it as his cosplay. Xiao Shubao can redeem him.

Another baby asked, does Shi Shu really want to kill Xie Wuchi? That’s too excessive. I want to say, even if he kills, it will be the grand finale. At that time, Xie Wuchi will have already become emperor. Now he hasn’t become emperor yet, so he can’t kill him. Also, thoughts and actions are two different things. Climbing into bed, to put it bluntly, is a catalyst for feelings. You don’t need to think too profoundly. There won’t be any plot where he stabs the gong with a knife, and the gong still feels good here.

Another baby asked, why does Shi Shu have this thought about Xie Wuchi? Don’t understand. I think as a birth mother, I’ve written Xie Wuchi’s evil clearly in the book. Why deny that Shi Shu can’t accept it? I really think Shi Shu treats Xie Wuchi quite well. And at the beginning, Xie Wuchi also thought about using Shi Shu, just didn’t put it into action. They are at most even. Also, the things Xie Wuchi did were indeed excessive. I know everyone likes him, but because of him to completely misunderstand Shi Shu, I think it makes no sense.

Anyway, babies who find it hard to accept, maybe hoard chapters first? Read the reviews after it’s finished. I only have one goal: hope everyone enjoys reading and shipping the CP

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