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Luo Binghe was always searching for new ways to torture his previous master. First, he’d cut off all his limbs, leaving him as a useless human stick. Then, he’d cut off his torso as well and stuck him into a pickle jar. Once that got boring, he crudely stitched him back together and tied him up above a sharpened bamboo shoot, which slowly grew until it pierced his chest and left him impaled for months, blood pouring from the wound and staining the shoot a deep red. But no matter how much pain he’d force Shen Qingqiu to endure, he still wouldn’t break. No matter how filthy or hurt his body became, his gaze was still that of a lofty immortal looking down upon his disciple.
He’d once considered gouging out his eyes, but Binghe knew that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. He’d promised to return his own suffering back tenfold, and that included all the mental abuse he’d suffered under Shen Qingqiu’s hand.
Binghe smiled to himself, holding up the vial of clear, jade-like liquid that glimmered like starlight under the dim candlelight. This was his most recent torture device, and his favorite. Shen Qingqiu was, surprisingly, an Alpha just like Luo Binghe. Alphas made up 25% of the population, along with omegas, and many established cultivators were usually Alphas due to their naturally strengthened golden core.
Although Betas could be physically altered to become Alphas or Omegas with enough treatment, this was not the case for Alphas and Omegas. Which is why the small vial of shimmering opalescent green liquid was so groundbreaking.
“My lord, do you wish for us to bring him to you?” one of his servants spoke up.
“No, not yet,” Binghe replied, dismissing her with a wave of his hand. He contemplated the vial and the corners of his lips twitched into a grin. Although the transition of Alpha to Omega takes some work, within a week Shen Qingqiu’s body should change completely from that of an Alpha’s to an Omega.
Luo Binghe stood from his throne, pocketing the vial and walking through the corridors until he reached the room he’d had specifically built for Shen Qingqiu. Originally, he’d kept him in a filthy jail cell, but after that got boring he made his previous master a room, complete with a place to bathe and a bed with soft silk sheets.
“Shizun,” he smiled wickedly, sharp canines poking into his lower lip, “is the room to your liking?”
Shen Qingqiu didn’t even bat an eye to Binghe’s sudden entrance, and simply continued to sit in silence.
“You know meditation won’t do you any good,” Binghe’s words were sharp like poisoned tea, but Shen Qingqiu paid no mind to the thinly veiled disgust in his voice, “your golden core is basically useless now, and your qi is circulating unevenly. I’d be surprised if you could even summon your spiritual power.”
No response. Not even a twitch or a breath.
“You wound me, Shizun,” Binghe couldn’t keep his malicious grin, and his lips twisted into a snarl, “I give you such a beautiful room, and don’t even get a greeting? I might just put you back in the dirty cell.”
“What do you want, beast,” Shen Qingqiu quipped, and although his eyes were still closed, his lips pressed together tightly in distress.
Binghe’s cruel smile returned, “That is no way to greet your beloved disciple, Shizun,” he stepped closer, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up, forcing Shen Qingqiu to look at him.
Shen Qingqiu jerked his hand away, glaring daggers at Binghe, “Is your life truly so unfulfilling that you must come to do idle chit chat with your prisoner?”
Binghe steeled his face, forcing no emotions to slip past, and laughed, “You’re still as lively as always, Shen Qingqiu. Good. I only came to deliver some news.” He watched as Shen Qingqiu stiffened ever so slightly, and his smile widened, “You see, Shizun, you’re really no fun unless I’m ripping off your limbs, so I thought I’d make some permanent changes to your body.”
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes darkened, “Is ripping me apart and putting me back together not good enough for you, you vile beast?” he spat.
“The procedure won’t take long, and it won’t be painful at all,” Binghe continued, ignoring Shen Qingqiu, “just be sure to not make it difficult for my servants, and it will all be quick and painless.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
Binghe leaned forward, grasping strands of silky black hair in his hands, stroking it tenderly like he would with one of his wives. The way Shen Qingqiu stared at him with thinly veiled disgust only incited him further, “Now, now, Shizun, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” He twirled Shen Qingqiu’s hair between his fingers, then let it slip away as he stepped back.
“See you in a week.”
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Shen Qingqiu woke up with stitches low on his stomach, neatly done and almost unnoticeable if not for the bruising. Unlike the scars on his arms and neck, this was done with care. He scoffed, cursing the beast for his constantly changing mindset. He felt like a toy, always being fiddled with for someone else’s amusement. His pride and dignity were stripped away, but he knew Binghe still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to break him. But unluckily for him, Shen Qingqiu would sooner die than let himself be vulnerable in front of the disgusting beast.
He wondered what had been done to him now. He carefully ran his fingers over the stitches, trying to figure out if something had been removed. Was this a new form of torture? A unique way for him to die by Binghe’s hand? No, if this were to kill him, he wouldn’t have been stitched up so cleanly.
“I heard you awoke.”
Shen Qingqiu tugged his robes closed and turned to look at Luo Binghe, who had a menacing grin on his face. He looked almost giddy, and Shen Qingqiu felt sick.
“How does Shizun feel? This disciple made sure to tell his servants to take care of you.”
Shen Qingqiu refused to reply, and instead stood up from the bed and began to put on his outer robes.
Binghe clicked his tongue, “that won’t be necessary, Shizun, you will soon feel far too sultry to wear so many layers.”
Shen Qingqiu paused, unable to dismiss the dread coiling in his stomach, “And why is that?”
Luo Binghe looked like a child who’d just been given candy, eyes glinting, “I was hoping you’d ask, Shizun. Remember the surprise I had for you?” He stepped forward, demon mark glowing eerily in the casted shadows of the room, “Today will be your very first heat, Shizun. Isn’t that exciting?”
Shen Qingqiu frowned, “What do you mean?” What, did Luo Binghe really think a measly rut would affect him?
“Oh, I’m sure you know what I mean.” Binghe smirked, “If you need me, just call my name. From now on, no one else will be allowed in.” He turned to leave, but paused, leaning in close so his nose brushed against Shen Qingqiu’s neck, who shivered in disgust. “Now then. I’ll be waiting for your call.” He grinned, and Shen Qingqiu flinched at the pheromones that suddenly filled the room, suffocating him.
The door slammed shut and Shen Qingqiu coughed, trying not to inhale Binghe’s scent, but his pheromones were everywhere, covering the walls with the heavy scent of forest bark and cold copper. But, although usually the pheromones of another Alpha would make him sick, he felt different somehow.
His head wasn’t throbbing like usual, but instead felt foggy and light as if he’d just woken up from a warm afternoon nap. And he didn’t feel like throwing up, but his stomach churned as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
Shen Qingqiu gasped and crumpled to the ground, the pheromones filling his lungs and traveling around his body like the cursed demon blood of the beast. He felt warm, no, hot. Blazing. He fumbled with his robes, slipping them off and untying his inner robes so the soft white silk loosened around his frame, letting the cold air brush against his heated skin.
The world was spinning. He’d never felt like this before. He wondered if he was having a qi deviation, or if Binghe had poisoned him. His eyelids were heavy, and he pressed himself against the cold floor to try and relieve the burning heat he was enduring.
He tried to even his breathing, which was loud and heavy as if he’d just ran fifty laps around the palace. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Each intake of breath would smell like Luo Binghe, like firewood and cool spring nights, like silk robes and silver accessories. Now that he’d cleared his mind somewhat, his hard cock was incredibly obvious. Shen Qingqiu flushed red, heat flooding to his cheeks as he gritted his teeth in embarrassment. Why was he hard? How could he get hard? He was surrounded by Alpha pheromones, and Binghe’s disgusting scent, how could his body react like that?
Suddenly, he felt something wet drip down his thighs. Shen Qingqiu looked down in horror to see sticky clear liquid of unknown origin, and with trembling hands he scooped some up with his fingers. The texture was undeniable, and the pheromones dripping off it were none other than those of an Omega in heat. But this- this was his scent. His pheromones, in some twisted way.
“No… No, no, no, no,” Shen Qingqiu gasped, scrambling upright, then almost stumbling back down when he felt something ooze out of his behind, dripping obscenely between his thighs.
He was in heat. An Omega heat. One that could last anywhere from three days to two weeks.
He waddled towards the bed, flinching each time he felt the wetness between his legs and the twitching of his cock. It was disgusting, how his body reacted, and how each time he’d inhale the Alpha pheromones in the air something deep within him would twist and ache.
He dropped himself onto the bed and bit back a cry as his chest and crotch pressed against the soft sheets. He was so incredibly sensitive, and he couldn’t even turn over without feeling a wave of pleasure wash over his body. He lay there, trembling and panting, begging his body to stop until he was too exhausted to stay awake.
With the morning came the beast. Shen Qingqiu jolted awake at the scent, once sickening to him but now almost comforting . He bit his lip and glared at Luo Binghe, who stared back hungrily.
“My, my, Shizun… I never thought you could smell so delectable,” he took a deep breath in, lips twitching into a cruel smile.
“You… Filthy… Beast,” Shen Qingqiu croaked, “ Disgusting .”
“How rude,” Binghe reprimanded him, “I even came here with some food and water and clothes for you to nest in.”
Shen Qingqiu lashed out at him, nails missing him by an inch, “Piss off!” he snarled.
The beast’s grin widened, as if that was exactly what he’d been wanting to hear. He sighed theatrically and pulled out meters of wound up immortal binding cable, deep red like his robes. He stepped forward, oozing pheromones, and Shen Qingqiu stiffened, his newly obtained omega body trembling with both fear and need. He couldn’t help but dig his nails into the palm of his hand as Binghe tied up his wrists, then tied the end to the bed frame, leaving Shen Qingqiu with barely two meters of free movement.
“Shizun is oddly docile today,” Binghe jeered, “Is it because of the heat? Or maybe…” He let out another wave of pheromones, filling up the room and surrounding Shen Qingqiu.
He bit his lip hard enough to bleed to keep himself from gasping out loud, and lay there trembling like a leaf, trying not to breathe in the heavy bark scented air.
“How is it, Shizun?” Binghe leaned in, cupping Shen Qingqiu’s cheek, “your first heat.”
“Don’t touch me,” he spat, jerking his head away. His body cried, begging for more physical contact, but he stood his ground.
“Very well,” Binghe hummed, “If Shizun so desires. I have business to attend, so I will not be visiting these coming days. I hope my dear Shizun won’t miss me too much.”
“Who would ever miss a disgusting beast like you?” Shen Qingqiu hissed.
Binghe chuckled and stood, leaving Shen Qingqiu with his wrists tied up and his body on fire.
The next few days were hell. His body was hot and he was painfully hard, slick leaking from him and pooling on the bed. He could only twist and turn and allow himself heavy breaths and small whimpers, hands twitching against the restraints. He was almost grateful for the rope that tied him up- it kept him from falling deeper into the pit of his Omega heat. He’d rather die than succumb to this disgusting new body of his.
“Did you miss me, Shizun?”
His head snapped up in surprise, hands curling into fists at the sight of Luo Binghe, leaning casually against the doorway. He was so focused on trying to fight off the delirious heat haze that he’d been completely ignorant with his surroundings.
Binghe smiled, unfazed by Shen Qingqiu’s silence, and took a deep breath in, “Shizun, you smell like bamboo leaves and sugar cane.” he licked his lips, “It’s unlike any other Omega’s I’ve ever known.”
Shen Qingqiu bristled, “I’m not an Omega.”
“Oh really?” Binghe laughed, walking inside and closing the door behind him, “You sure do look like one. Wet between your legs, and smelling like a treat. You’re so thin, Shizun, nobody would ever doubt you being an Omega.”
“I’m not an Omega,” Shen Qingqiu spat, thrashing around and tugging at his restraints, “You filthy beast, what do you expect to gain from this? Do you want to bed me so badly?”
“Men aren’t really my type,” Binghe replied casually, stepping forward and reaching out to cup Shen Qingqiu’s face, “but I’ll make an exception for you, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu’s blood ran cold, and he tried to turn his head to bite Binghe’s hand, but his nose pressed against the beast’s wrist, and he instantly took in the scent of tree bark and cold silver. His body froze, heartbeat pounding against his chest as he lay there, completely intoxicated. He felt relief, something he hadn’t felt in years, and he felt himself melt into the touch, muscles relaxing and breath evening out as the delicious Alpha scent surrounded him.
“Are you done with your tantrum?” Binghe chuckled, rubbing his wrist against Shen Qingqiu’s cheek, scenting him. He reached out with his other hand and gently undid the immortal binding cable, releasing Shen Qingqiu’s wrists. They felt sore, but his entire body was currently floaty and painless.
“No Omega can resist my scent. I guess you’re no different.”
This snapped Shen Qingqiu out of his haze, and he slapped Binghe’s hand away, scrambling back in enraged shock, “I- Piss off!”
“Shizun,” Binghe purred, slipping his hand beneath Shen Qingqiu’s inner robes, “you smell so good.”
His hand felt cool against Shen Qingqiu’s hot skin, like a watermelon on a hot summer’s day. He flinched away, but his body begged for more contact, for more touches from another. Binghe’s fingers brushed against his nipple, and he gasped as more slick gushed from his hole. He raised his hand to push Binghe away, but he was weaker than usual. It felt like hitting a mountain with a paper fan.
“No, no, let me go,” he argued, twitching and trembling as Binghe took the pink bud between his fingers, gently rolling and tugging it. Shen Qingqiu bit his lip, shaking in effort as he held back embarrassing sounds from slipping past his lips.
“Your body is so honest,” Binghe grinned, “Does it feel good?”
“A-as if,” Shen Qingqiu snapped, voice only breaking slightly between his words. As soon as he’d said it, Binghe gave his nipple a rough tug, “Ah!”
Shen Qingqiu tried to wriggle away, eyes burning with tears of shame, but Binghe held him tight with his hand while the other pinched his nipple roughly, making him whimper and moan.
“I love all the lewd sounds you’re making, Shizun,” Binghe purred, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck, right above the artery.
“Ngh, stop!” Shen Qingqiu cried, hating his body for reacting so strongly to the beast’s touches. It felt so, so good, and his cock was dripping so much precome it was beginning to leak onto his thighs. He wanted Binghe to touch him more, to fill him up, to bite him, claim him, breed him, “No no no please,” he hiccuped, “stop it! STOP!”
He didn’t know if he was talking to Luo Binghe or to himself, but the large hands on his body retreated, and he was left a trembling, shivering mess on rumpled sheets. His body was on fire, sweaty and sticky and relieved but still not satisfied, he still felt so unbearably empty .
“No…” He choked out, not wanting to be left alone again, “don’t…”
“Oh?” Binghe grinned maliciously, “Does Shizun want this humble disciple to stay?”
Stupid beast, stupid Omega body, stupid Alpha pheromones-!
“I can’t,” Shen Qingqiu hissed, “It… Make it stop!”
Binghe laughed, “Shen Qingqiu, you’re in the middle of your heat. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. But I can make you feel good.” He crawled on top of him, easily tugging loose the tie holding Shen Qingqiu’s inner robes together.
The smell of musky bark and cold steel was intoxicating, and Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stop himself from burying his nose into Binghe’s neck, panting against his skin like a dog in heat, trying to breathe him all in to quench the fire inside.
“Just get it over with,” he hissed in defeat, “you filthy beast.”
“Of course, Shizun.” Binghe purred. He dipped down to nip at Shen Qingqiu’s collarbone while simultaneously stroking his chest with his broad hand, fingers gently caressing the pink buds.
“H-hurry up,” Shen Qingqiu groaned, “just do it!”
“Do what?” Binghe asked, lowering his mouth to nibble and suck on Shen Qingqiu’s chest. They were pressed close together and Shen Qingqiu could feel Binghe’s arousal through his robes, thick and hard poking onto his thigh like a sword hilt. It felt… Huge . There was no way that was going to fit in him!
But instead of rational fear, Shen Qingqiu whimpered in arousal at the thought, slick dribbling out of his hole pitifully.
Binghe hummed against his skin, licking his nipples and slowly rocking his hips forward so his clothed cock would rub against Shen Qingqiu’s own, sliding close to the wet spot between his cheeks and driving him mad.
“Stop!” Shen Qingqiu snarled, weakly smacking Binghe across the chest, “Just- Just hurry up!”
“Hurry up and do what, Shizun?” Binghe tilted his head in fake confusion, “This disciple doesn’t understand. I pray Shizun will be more,” he bit down harshly, “ explicit with his instructions.”
Shen Qingqiu gasped, feeling Binghe’s sharp canines dig deep into his skin, hard enough to bruise and even draw tiny droplets of blood, “Stop messing a-around.”
“This disciple needs guidance,” Binghe smirked, tugging open his robes, “Won’t Shizun indulge him?”
Shen Qingqiu blushed furiously, “you-!” he raised his fist to hit Binghe again, but he instantly grabbed his wrist and forced his hand back down. “P-put it in already!”
“I see Shizun doesn’t really understand how to properly,” Binghe growled, his grip around Shen Qingqiu’s wrist tightening, “But it’s alright, this disciple will help.”
His wrist was beginning to hurt, “What more do you want me to say?!”
Binghe smiled, “Say ‘please fill me up with your cock and make a mess of me’”
Shen Qingqiu’s face got impossibly hotter, “You-you foul beast! You’re sick!”
“Shizun~” Binghe sighed, slipping off his robes, leaving him only in his red silk under robes and black trousers, “I’m going to get soft at this rate. You’re really no good in bed.”
“Let me go!” Shen Qingqiu snapped, “Just leave! Get out! You are a disgusting filthy beast and I wish I’d killed you back then when you were just a weak orphaned boy.” He would’ve continued cursing Binghe out, but he suddenly heard a loud crack and hot searing pain rushed through his body. He screamed, wrist throbbing and fingers twitching weakly.
“After all these years, you’re still weak,” he spat, “you didn’t even have the guts to kill your own master. Instead, you’ve kept me imprisoned here, hoping that I’d someday regret my wrongs against you- or better yet, acknowledge you!” He laughed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes, “you’re pitiful.”
Binghe’s eyes were dark like freshly spilled blood, and his other hand which had been resting against Shen Qingqiu’s torso was gripping him so tightly that bruises were beginning to bloom. For a short moment, Shen Qingqiu wondered if Binghe was going to kill him.
Binghe sighed, “I was hoping to do this the easy way. But I guess with you, there is no such thing as an easy way.” In one swift movement, he ripped off Shen Qingqiu’s inner robes and turned him around, slamming his head down on the bed. The sudden movement made him cry out in pain as his broken wrist hung limp, bruised and swollen.
He bit his lips, screwing his eyes shut as he felt Binghe’s dick rub against his entrance, already so wet that it almost slid right in. Just the tip teasing his hole felt huge, and Shen Qingqiu stiffened, waiting for the inevitable pain of being impaled onto Luo Binghe’s massive demon cock.
“Hmm, for a man, your ass is quite nice,” Binghe smirked, large hands kneading at the pale and soft flesh, “Let’s see how it takes me.” In one quick movement, Binghe thrusted against him, dick sliding into Shen Qingqiu’s tight wet heat.
“Shit!” Shen Qingqiu cried out, jerking forward as if to run away. He was easily dragged back, and Binghe sunk himself in deeper, stretching him out from the inside in a lewd way. Shen Qingqiu’s body trembled against his will, tiny moans slipping past his lips at every exhale as he felt himself be properly filled.
“So good, Shizun,” Binghe moaned, “you’re so tight. Virgin ass is the best,”
Shen Qingqiu blushed red with shame, “shut up!” he tried to sound angry and threatening, but what came out was a weak groan.
“How does it feel to have this disciple balls deep in your ass, Shizun?” Binghe chuckled, “Good?” He started slowly moving his hips, grinding against Shen Qingqiu and making him awfully aware of the giant thing currently inside him.
Binghe was huge . Shen Qingqiu was sure his dick was big enough to physically rearrange his guts. With a shaking hand, he reached down to touch his stomach. “Eep!” That was definitely a bump. He definitely- he’d definitely felt something.
“Oh?” Binghe’s hands trailed down from his waist to prod at his stomach. He slid deeper in and Shen Qingqiu felt the small lump protrude further. “My, Shizun, your body is so small, I can feel myself through your stomach.”
“No- stop it,” Shen Qingqiu whimpered, “pull out!”
Binghe slid halfway out, only to violently thrust back in, “We’ve only just begun.” He set a merciless pace, fucking into Shen Qingqiu with quick rough thrusts, filthy sounds echoing around the room.
“Stop stop stop-” Shen Qingqiu sobbed, pleasure coursing through his body as Binghe’s cock slid in and out of him, making his whole body rock against the bed. His leaking cock rubbed onto the sheets, and he whimpered wordlessly as he came, cum pouring out and dripping onto the bed. “Aah!”
“You came already?” Binghe mocked, “just from having your ass fucked? You really are an Omega.”
“I’m n-not an Omega,” Shen Qingqiu slurred, flinching from the overstimulation as Binghe continued to fuck him. He could only lay there, tears sliding down his cheeks and drool dripping onto the pillows as he was fucked by his demonic disciple. Worst of all was how unbelievably good it felt- each time Binghe’s huge cock slid deep inside of him he would rub against all of the right spots, making his worn-out cock twitch back to life.
Binghe licked Shen Qingqiu’s exposed nape, teeth scraping against the flushed skin, “I wonder if I could mate you,” he hummed, “Would you like that, Shizun?”
“Ngh-” Shen Qingqiu shook his head weakly, tears streaking down his face.
“No? But look at how well you take me,” Binghe slammed his hips forward, pulling out a wanton cry from Shen Qingqiu, “As if you were made for this. If I’d known you felt this good I would’ve fucked you a long time ago.”
Shen Qingqiu trembled, hands clutching onto the sheets for dear life, “No…” he sniffled, his cock already hard again even though he’d just came. He was so full, full of Binghe’s cock driving so deep into him it poked out from his stomach. It felt so good, and Shen Qingqiu moaned as he breathed in the heavy Alpha pheromones that made his legs weak.
“Shit, I’m close,” Binghe growled, digging his nails into Shen Qingqiu’s sides and holding him tightly as he picked up his pace, desperately fucking into him as he chased after the pleasure.
Shen Qingqiu gasped as he felt a sudden drag as Binghe pulled out to thrust back in. He whimpered and moaned as he felt the knot growing, catching on his rim each time he thrusted back in. Binghe’s cock was already huge, just how big could his knot possibly be?! Shen Qingqiu then had the terrifying realization that he could actually get pregnant from Binghe’s sperm. He trembled, hands ghosting over the neat stitches across his lower belly.
“Nonono-” He whimpered, “Stop it! Pull out! Don’t you dare-”
Binghe slammed his hand over Shen Qingqiu’s nape, “Shut up,” he snarled, “Stay still.”
“Am I going to get pregnant?!”
Binghe laughed darkly, “Hm… Maybe. Wouldn’t it be nice, Shizun? Birthing your disciple’s child.”
Shen Qingqiu felt like he was going to throw up, and yet… And yet, his hole twitched at the thought. He hated himself for it, hated his Omega body for wanting something as disgusting as being pregnant with the beast’s spawn. He bit his lip in pain and shame as he felt himself being filled up by the knot as Binghe thrusted in one last time, coming inside him.
“No…” Shen Qingqiu moaned weakly, thighs trembling as his own cock dripped with come as his insides were stuffed with Binghe’s semen, not even leaking out as he was properly plugged with the knot. He could only lay there, fighting back tears and moans of pleasure as the beast grinded against him, releasing loads inside.
It took around a stick of incense’s time for Binghe’s knot to go down. He hummed in satisfaction and pulled out, cum dribbling out of Shen Qingqiu’s hole.
“Shizun looks so pretty stuffed full of my seed,” Binghe purred, “I wonder if Shizun will birth me a heir?”
Shen Qingqiu shook, “I would sooner die,” he spat.
Binghe laughed, “I am merely kidding, Shizun,” he loomed over him and snaked a hand under his waist, rubbing small circles on his stomach, “I would kill your child as soon as it was born.”
Shen Qingqiu tried to swat Binghe’s hand away, but he was shaking too much to even move. He flopped down onto the bed, curling into himself, and buried his face into the drool and cum stained pillows. Binghe stood up, dressing himself and promptly going to leave.
“I will tell some servants to come clean you up tomorrow morning.”
Once he was gone, Shen Qingqiu sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks and onto the dirty pillows. He held himself with trembling hands, nails digging into his tender skin. His body was satisfied, and the burning pain he had felt since his heat started was finally gone, replaced with a heavy feeling of dread.
With a final sniffle, Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes and let sleep take over him.