UCTOOT CH105

Shi Shu carefully examined his wounds: “Xie Wuchi, to prevent inflammation, besides avoiding spicy and irritating foods, sexual activity is also prohibited. It’s best for you to save your energy and rest now.”

Xie Wuchi: “Won’t die from it.”

“…” Shi Shu, “Bro, I’m not being sarcastic—will you lose your life if we don’t do it now?”

Xie Wuchi: “You know me. Sex addiction is also an illness.”

“Fine, fine, fine.” Shi Shu propped himself up with his arms. The bed smelled of camphor balls warmed by sunlight—unfamiliar yet somewhat nostalgic. So far, having stayed in this world for two or three years, Shi Shu hadn’t had a fixed bed with him, kissing everywhere they went.

However, the real reason was that he and Xie Wuchi had never settled down.

Every day was like rushing to be reincarnated, working everywhere, almost never stopping. Just having passed the tension of the defense line, stopping here now, Shi Shu’s heart finally quieted down a bit.

Shi Shu gripped Xie Wuchi’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss his face: “I’ve been thinking recently, if Laifu hadn’t led me to you at Zhou Family Village, what would I be doing now? Maybe I’d have married into the family of the big sister selling steamed buns in town, becoming a little stepdad to her little girl because she said I was handsome.”

Xie Wuchi pinched his jaw, lifting his face, and said indifferently: “Useless thing.”

“……”

Shi Shu got anxious again. “Didn’t I not go?”

Shi Shu’s arms hugged his lower back. Xie Wuchi’s kiss had long since entangled with his, murmuring indistinctly: “And you? If you hadn’t met me?”

“Maybe a certain decree would be issued, grabbing you for corvée labor, farming the land; or maybe conscription, you’d go to the battlefield and die in the chaos of the army.”

Shi Shu clapped his hands and laughed: “Truly worthy of you. Would you have cut me down without noticing? I’d become a ghost under your blade. Then I’d be the little ghost standing under the city tower watching you.”

Children were noisy in the neighboring courtyard. The sound of the night watchman’s clapper came with the wind—a hoarse old wooden clapper sound, different from the language of Great Jing. But what surprised Shi Shu was that after arriving here, whether it was clothing, food, housing, transportation, daily customs, or pavilions and towers, there wasn’t much difference from Great Jing. After two hundred years of integration, many lifestyles had converged.

Shi Shu wound a lock of his hair and asked again: “Bro, do you really want to do it? We’re in enemy-occupied territory; so bold.”

Xie Wuchi: “Why, in enemy-occupied territory, does someone stand by the bed staring at you?”

“………………”

Shi Shu sensed it: “Bro, why are you so hostile even at a time like this?”

Xie Wuchi’s voice was magnetic, a textured sexy male voice, pleasant as the wind.

“Because you always abandon me for your sense of justice.”

The air seemed to go quiet for a few seconds.

“Hey! My fault, my fault. I kowtow to you; little brother worships you.” Shi Shu hurriedly kissed him several times to express his apology. One hand obediently reached under his lapel to undo it, playing idly. “Xie Wuchi, your body is really good.”

They kissed together. Shi Shu was more familiar with Xie Wuchi than before. Half-lifting his handsome, fair eyelids, his fingers buckled inward, increasing the force. Xie Wuchi’s breathing became disordered, eyebrows raised sharply, a muffled sound in his throat. In an instant, invisible karmic fire was ignited, filling the entire room, instantly dispelling the silent atmosphere.

Xie Wuchi’s hand pinched Shi Shu’s neck, eyes heavy, palm full of patient and controlling friction. Sliding along the fair, slender neck to catch the jaw, light and heavy shadows fell on the bridge of his nose.

Shi Shu looked up at Xie Wuchi.

“Bro…” Shi Shu called him.

Back leaning against the wall, skin color extremely textured and healthy. Surpassing any man Shi Shu had seen in TV dramas. The tide of love, clouds and rain, soul-consuming. Shi Shu stroked his tattoo; a thin layer of sweat seeped from Xie Wuchi’s forehead.

The radiant Ouroboros sun wheel. Xie Wuchi propped his arm on the messy pile of clothes beside him, chin raised, asking softly: “See it clearly?”

A thin lamp in the lonely, shabby room, light flowing like oil. Shi Shu gently stroked the tattoo. Xie Wuchi placed Shi Shu’s hand on the center of the tattoo. The moment it was placed there, Xie Wuchi’s Adam’s apple trembled, veins on his forehead throbbing.

“Touched the tattoo,” Shi Shu’s voice also went hoarse. “I know you feel good.”

Shi Shu’s fingertips touched fine scars. While touching, his heart also softened. The incredible intimacy simply impacted his outlook on life; his head felt hot, consciousness nearing blurriness.

Chu… Shi Shu kissed him wetly, rubbing against Xie Wuchi’s body, kissing very wetly and hotly, tongue almost unconsciously licking.

Inside the mouth was slippery, provoking the desire of tongue and mouth. Shi Shu separated, looking at the silver threads connecting their lips. Xie Wuchi probed with a scarlet tongue.

Shi Shu took a breath, lowered his head to stare beside his tattoo. Just as he was about to focus on pleasuring him, the back of his head was suddenly held down by a hand, thumb pressing against his earlobe.

“…” In an instant, Shi Shu’s eyes widened, pressed onto that tattoo.

Face burning, Shi Shu’s thick lashes lifted, hurriedly trying to prop himself up: “Xie Wuchi!”

“Xie Wuchi…”

The back of Shi Shu’s neck was gripped by a hand, pressed there, a sigh like a demon in his ear: “Eat it.”

“…” Shi Shu breathed out hot air. “Xie Wuchi… mm…”

The tactile sensation of skin, warmth touching Shi Shu’s cheek, scent filling the air. The tattoo was close at hand, a distance never before experienced. The sharp, twisted totem carved into his pupils became a complicated reflection. Shi Shu choked and coughed violently.

“Good boy.”

Xie Wuchi panted, hoarse: “Take it deeper.”

“Mmph!”

Shi Shu’s fair fingers suddenly curled, scratching two bloody marks. He adjusted his breathing, adapting to the sudden feeling of fullness, the dizzying rush of blood to his brain. Held by the back of the head for a good while before he mumbled: “Wuwu… let go…”

Xie Wuchi released his restraint on Shi Shu. When Shi Shu lifted his face, his eyes were red, looking at him with a soul-shattered gaze, clothes disheveled, fair handsome face completely flushed.

“Xie Wuchi!!!” Shi Shu vocalized.

On Xie Wuchi’s dark handsome brow, a drop of sweat trickled down. He closed his eyes and smiled: “How was the taste?”

Shi Shu: “…”

“Tasted a man’s flavor. Still straight?”

Shi Shu suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, the scent and touch still incredibly clear. A pair of peach blossom eyes gradually widened, intensely wanting to say something but not saying it: “…You, you, you!”

You are simply… not human!

Before Shi Shu could think of words to scold him, his mouth full of Xie Wuchi’s scent, the kiss fell again, voice coaxing: “Good baby, licking like that feels so good.”

Shi Shu: “Ah!!!”

Strands of black hair hung on Shi Shu’s forehead. His fingers clenched tight, deadly tight, as if he would never let go.

“Shi Shu, taste it again.”

Shi Shu was statue-quiet for a moment, came back to his senses, and buried his head again, revealing a black, fuzzy head.

Xie Wuchi sat upright, robes and hair ribbons all put aside. His face was born noble and upright, features extremely sharp and handsome, nose bridge carrying an imposing air of looking at people like dogs… but at this moment…

Shi Shu’s face burned, eyelashes trembling gently. Suddenly remembering a sentence from the past, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, carefully licking the pattern depicted by the tattoo.

Xie Wuchi held the back of his neck: “Shi Shu…” Voice increasingly hoarse.

Intense lust, chasing instinctual joy and sensory stimulation. Shi Shu’s nasal cavity was filled with the scent, physiological tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, eye tails red, cheek pressed against skin.

Xie Wuchi stroked his ear: “Shi Shu, no biting.”

Shi Shu adjusted to kiss his tattoo again. Shi Shu wasn’t a person with heavy desires, but after lust was catalyzed, he realized the difficulty of Xie Wuchi’s solitary years—those scars were all intricately pricked by him with fine needles to suppress desires loathed by people. Only with Shi Shu, his morbid manifestations wouldn’t be mocked, forbidden, or satirized.

Shi Shu’s fingers gripped the sheet deathly tight. Although his head was buried, his brows still carried the youth’s clean and handsome air. Mouthful by mouthful, controlled by that large hand with distinct joints pressing the back of his neck.

Guided to that bone-penetrating pleasure.

Calloused finger pads rubbed his earlobe until it was red as a petal. Xie Wuchi suppressed that violent storm, pressing his head: “Mm…”

Slowly, fully. Shi Shu’s entire nasal cavity was filled with his scent. In the blur, remaining reason reminded him he was currently holding another man in his mouth, his jaw even touching the bush.

Shi Shu’s slender fingers clenched again until they loosened. Fair eyelids trembled like bird wings, physiological tears flowing, face wet: “Why… not done yet…”

He was pulled into Xie Wuchi’s arms, repeatedly kissed and coaxed.

Shi Shu’s black hair tangled wetly around his ears. Cupped by the face, he sobbed a bit, but wasn’t crying. Wiping sweat from his face, revealing brown alert eyes and a handsome jaw, responding to Xie Wuchi’s kiss.

Like a kitten.

Shi Shu remembered the mission: “Are you calm now? Xie Wuchi…” Then, choked on saliva.

Xie Wuchi smiled inexplicably: “I’m very happy…”

Shi Shu’s heartbeat was still racing, hard to calm down. Lying in Xie Wuchi’s arms, buried in his shoulder, two brown eyes revealed under fuzzy hair, breathing heaving strongly.

In the darkness, after Shi Shu eased up, he lowered his body again.

Phew, blowing out the lamp. In the dark room, moonlight shone through the window lattice with dim light. amidst the bedding, Shi Shu’s snow-white nape was stroked, controlled by that powerful hand, head buried close to his tattoo, forced to kiss him more fully.

August heat, floating breath, intermittent hoarse sounds.

Clasped tightly between the youth’s hair strands, veins popping, repeating hands seeming to control forcefully.

…

…

…

The next morning, sunlight just shone on the eaves. Pedestrians walked out of the inn chattering onto the main road.

Xin Bin was waiting at the door when whoosh, Shi Shu suddenly darted out from inside.

“Second Young Master?”

Shi Shu covered his mouth: “Morning. Let’s go.”

“Where is My Lord?”

Shi Shu pointed casually behind him. Xin Bin looked over. Bright sunny weather, dazzling sun. Xie Wuchi stepped over the threshold in plain light-colored robes of a commoner, raising a hand to adjust the creases of his cuffs, carrying an extremely simple bundle. If not for his outstanding face, nothing abnormal could be seen. He followed behind Shi Shu.

Xin Bin stepped forward to discuss with Xie Wuchi: “My Lord, we already met with Yuan Guan’s family last night. They went to Yuan County to make arrangements themselves. We will travel for three consecutive days next.”

“Mm. You are responsible for contacting people in Yanzhou and sending news out.”

“…”

“…”

While they spoke, Shi Shu walked to a spot slightly further away, finally letting go of his hand. The corner of his lip hurt. He wandered around the market within a ten-meter radius.

Not as prosperous as the Eastern Capital; the goods sold in Min area cities were mostly mountain and farm produce, much fewer commodities.

Shi Shu looked around curiously. Besides furs of small deer, roe deer, and black bears, medicinal liquor with deer antlers, snake skin, and lingzhi, there were also many fresh vegetables just dug up, a plant with a huge root called rutabaga looking like a radish, covered in soil. In the Yanzhou military camp, Shi Shu had specifically washed them to stew with mutton.

Besides these, gray mushrooms were in baskets.

Shi Shu squatted in front of a shop, reaching out to poke the mushrooms. The Min commoner could speak both languages and smiled at him: “Little Gentleman, buying?”

Shi Shu: “Let me see.”

While looking, Shi Shu had a thought: Great Jing and Great Min have been fighting for a hundred years without unification, always separating and reuniting, but the common people understand each other’s habits. Many vegetables, fruits, and ways of life are exactly the same.

Shi Shu scratched the head of a small wild mushroom and stood up supporting his knees: “The common people are very poor…”

Min’s military system was transitioning from a plunder system to a salary system. After a few more battles, if they couldn’t win, the soldiers of the plunder system would be exhausted. Then they would have to conscript and recruit. These commoners probably wouldn’t have it easy either.

So although there was no place to eat them, Shi Shu still bought a bag of mushrooms.

Wandering around, Shi Shu stopped at a stall selling herbs.

On the oilcloth were several huge ox heads, bear heads, python skins, snake carcasses, scorpions, centipedes, and unknown herbs never seen in Great Jing. Shi Shu saw the boss treating someone’s leg injury, chewing herbs and spitting them on the wound, Slap! a slap.

“Damn, Lin Yangchun’s lost soulmate… call him to see when he has time; he’ll definitely be very interested.”

The divine doctor wore clothes resembling a priest and looked up: “Buying medicine?”

Shi Shu covered his face, equivocated, and bought a bottle of anti-inflammatory medicine.

Returning to the carriage, Xin Bin contacted others to send messages everywhere. In short, a special task force dedicated to cross-border escort or assassination.

Shi Shu hopped onto the carriage carrying the medicine bottle, reaching out to lift Xie Wuchi’s pant leg: “Bought you medicine, for your wound.”

Xie Wuchi sat upright in the carriage, changed into an outfit of wealth corresponding to riding a carriage. He had regained his dignity and command. However, his energy wasn’t very good; inflammation made him prone to drowsiness and deep sleep. He was resting with eyes closed, opening his eyelids upon hearing movement.

Behind Shi Shu’s ears heated up. He treated the wound nonchalantly: “Still need to rest well.”

Shi Shu didn’t dare look up. Xie Wuchi noticed the basket of mushrooms and said indifferently: “Didn’t eat enough last night?”

Shi Shu was stunned for a second before reacting: “Xie Wuchi, I’m talking about you, I, you, I, I, you—”

Is that human language?

Shi Shu stammered. Xie Wuchi lowered his eyes, changing the subject: “This is matsutake. Stewing soup, steaming, or eating raw all taste good.”

Shi Shu: “Looks quite cute.”

“Cute is good. The Yuan County we are going to next is at the foot of Dongping Ridge. Dongping Ridge is the largest mountain range on Northern Min’s right wing and also the origin of early Northern Min tribes—”

Xie Wuchi said: “When you go there, you can watch them herd sheep or go foraging in the mountains.”

Shi Shu: “I’m working; I have to communicate with their leaders.”

Xie Wuchi asked: “Is the wound on the corner of your lip okay?”

Shi Shu: “No, why bring it up again?”

Xie Wuchi: “Oh?”

Thinking of this matter, Shi Shu’s entire ears turned terribly red. Xie Wuchi had issues. Helping him last night was one thing, but Xie Wuchi repeatedly said in his ear “use tongue,” “good boy,” “so comfortable,” “baby, harder.” Although coaxing, he never stopped. The long night was hard to endure; the two were intimate for a long time.

Shi Shu originally thought Xie Wuchi was quite loose, but where was the limit of humanity?

Shi Shu’s ears were red through. He wanted to run. After applying medicine and watching him drink water, seeing signs of him falling asleep, he got off the carriage and ran ahhh, sound waves echoing in his head.

Already out of the city, Xin Bin drove the carriage. Shi Shu ran away in a few steps, sometimes going down to the river to catch fish, sometimes wanting to climb trees—in short, unable to calm down at all.

Xin Bin looked at him for a long while: “This.”

This.

Shi Shu didn’t run far. Passing the city defense, there might be sentries, so he returned to the carriage, sitting obediently with Xie Wuchi.

“Second Young Master, rest if you are tired.”

Shi Shu waved his hand: “You don’t understand.”

Going inside, Xie Wuchi leaned against the back of the seat, catching up on sleep. For the next three days, they would only travel with no other itinerary. Seeing him asleep, Shi Shu could finally sit down obediently, staring at him in a daze.

Truly convinced.

Little virgin meets superb quality.

Novice village straight guy meets max-level succubus.

Xie Wuchi actually had some issues, liking to objectify others. “Like eating it?” “Big or not?” “Sweet?” “Can swallow it all?” Were those words a human could say?

Shi Shu propped his forehead, watching him nap, really not knowing what to say.

Damn, am I going to be doing this with Xie Wuchi for the rest of my life?

Shi Shu’s fair fingers scratched his soft hair. Seeing his brows slightly knitted, it seemed the inflammation of the wound was making him uncomfortable.

Shi Shu took out water to moisten Xie Wuchi’s lips, sat down beside him, and let Xie Wuchi lean on his shoulder.

“Forget it, sleep leaning on me; it’ll be more comfortable.”

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