Xue Tuzi had begun to prepare himself meticulously. First, he removed the delicate silver needles secured in his hair, letting the silky, autumn-brown strands cascade freely over his shoulders. With gentle strokes, he combed out every remaining thread, his fingers moving with practiced precision to ensure every lock fell smooth and perfect. He took up a cloth dampened with cool water, washing himself thoroughly, paying attention to every crease and crevice of his body. Though he was headed to the revered Spring of Recovery, Xue Tuzi believed in presenting himself with a clean and purified form.
Once satisfied, he reached for a small porcelain jar containing fragrant peach blossom petals steeped in oil. Opening it carefully, he let the delicate, floral aroma fill the room. He dipped his slender fingers into the oil, massaging it into the crook of his neck, across his chest, and along his thighs. The sheen of the oil glistened on his pale skin as he worked the fragrance into his body, his movements deliberate and almost reverent.
From a corner of the room, Jiao Jiao, the tiny Gu worm, sat motionless, staring with wide, unblinking eyes. The creature's gaze followed Xue Tuzi's every motion as he lathered his legs with the aromatic oil. Xue Tuzi noticed the intense stare and chuckled softly, addressing the small creature in a tender voice. "You can't come," he said with a gentle smile. "You must stay here and wait for me."
Just as he finished, a knock at the door broke the tranquility of the moment. His cheeks flushed lightly at the sound of a familiar voice. "A-Tuzi, it's time," his Shizun, called him. Quickly, Xue Tuzi slipped into his robes and reached for a small clam-shaped container on his dressing table. Inside was a pink-tinted balm, soft and glossy. He dipped a fingertip into it and dabbed the balm onto his full, round lips, spreading it evenly with careful strokes. The balm accentuated his already striking lips, the mole at the bottom corner drawing further attention. He pressed his lips together softly to set the gloss before rising gracefully to his feet.
Sliding the door open, Xue Tuzi stepped into the corridor. The faint floral aroma of peach blossoms lingered in the air around him, delicate but captivating. He was dressed simply, wearing robes of pure white that draped elegantly over his slender frame. His hair, loose and flowing, caught the light with a natural sheen, while his lips carried a soft, glossy pink hue that enhanced the beauty of his already delicate features.
As he walked beside Xue Laohu towards the Spring of Recovery, heads turned, and whispers trailed after them. Men and women alike paused, mesmerized by Xue Tuzi's radiant beauty, unable to look away from the vision he presented.
Xue Laohu's sharp senses caught the faint, sweet fragrance. He sniffed the air sharply, his brows furrowing as he turned to his disciple. Moving closer, he leaned in and sniffed again, this time more directly at Xue Tuzi's neck. The motion was almost canine, but there was an unmistakable curiosity in his expression.
"This smell," Xue Laohu murmured, his voice low and contemplative. He sniffed again, his nose trailing closer, as if following an invisible trail. "It's sweet... floral. It suits you."
Xue Tuzi's cheeks blossomed into a deep pink at his Shizun's words, the warmth rising all the way to the tips of his ears. Lowering his gaze, he responded shyly, "I am unworthy of Shizun's praise." His voice was soft, almost trembling, as he fought to keep his composure.
"No, I mean it! You smell good," Xue Laohu exclaimed with an uncharacteristic enthusiasm, his voice carrying an undeniable sincerity. His declaration lingered in the air between them as they approached the Spring of Recovery.
The spring was breathtaking, an enchanting scene that seemed pulled from the pages of an ancient legend. A waterfall cascaded from a jagged cliff, the rushing water creating a soothing, rhythmic melody. The rocks at the base of the cascade were cloaked in vibrant green moss, their surfaces glistening in the faint moonlight. Towering wisteria trees surrounded the spring, their lavender blooms spilling down like veils of silk, swaying gently in the cool breeze. The delicate scent of peach blossoms mingled with the misty air as petals drifted softly from above, landing on the clear water.
The moon's reflection shimmered on the surface of the spring, casting a silvery glow that danced with the gentle ripples. Steam rose steadily from the water, creating a thick, ethereal fog that curled and shifted, obscuring the surrounding edges of the spring and adding a veil of mystery to the tranquil scene. It was a place that seemed untouched by the mortal world, a haven suspended between reality and a dream.
Xue Tuzi stood quietly for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the breathtaking sight. Then, with deliberate movements, he began to untie his robe. The white fabric slipped from his shoulders, revealing the soft, pale curve of his bare skin. The robe continued to slide, falling in a gentle cascade to pool around his feet, leaving him bathed in the moonlight's silvery glow.
He turned instinctively, his eyes searching for his Shizun. But Xue Laohu's voice reached him from the swirling fog, distant yet commanding. "A-Tuzi, I want you to soak for at least an hour," he called out. His tone carried a mix of authority and reassurance, though his figure remained hidden by the heavy mist. "I'll come back to check on you!"
Before Xue Tuzi could reply, the sound of his Shizun's retreating footsteps faded into the distance. Left alone, Xue Tuzi frowned faintly, an unfamiliar unease settling in the pit of his stomach.
Meanwhile, Xue Laohu's steps grew swift and purposeful as he moved through the mist-laden woods. His mind was already set on his next move: to find Shudu and lead him to the Spring of Recovery. A secluded spring, with its dreamlike beauty in an intoxicating atmosphere, was the perfect setting for the encounter he envisioned.
Xue Tuzi slipped into the steaming water of the spring, the warmth enveloping his trembling body. He sank down to his shoulders, letting the tension in his muscles ease, though his heart remained heavy. With a deep sigh, he muttered under his breath, "What was I even thinking? I'm so stupid." His voice cracked, barely audible above the gentle bubbling of the spring.
Lifting a handful of water, he splashed it over his face, hoping to wash away the sting of the tears building in his eyes. The heat from the spring mixed with the cool trail of his tears, leaving him feeling raw and exposed. Despite himself, his mind spiraled back to the moments before—his careful preparations, the peach blossom oil, the pink gloss on his lips. He had crafted every detail with one goal in mind: to lure his Shizun into a moment of shared intimacy.
But reality had been a cruel teacher. His Shizun hadn't even lingered. The dream he had harbored so foolishly crumbled beneath the weight of his own delusions. Of course, he wouldn't see me that way, Xue Tuzi thought bitterly, his chest tightening. With a shuddering breath, he submerged himself beneath the surface of the spring, letting the warmth of the water swallow him whole.
Elsewhere, Xue Laohu was racing through the sect grounds, searching for his elusive target. He finally spotted Shudu lounging near a group of female disciples who were busy washing clothes by the riverbank. Shudu was in his element, leaning in far too close to one of the girls, his grin as mischievous as ever.
"Do you wash intimates as well?" he asked with a playful lilt, his voice dripping with mischief.
The girl's face turned an alarming shade of red. "Umm… we… we wash everything," she stammered, fumbling with her words under his teasing gaze.
Shudu leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Would you like to wash mine?" he whispered seductively, his lips curling into a devilish smile.
Before he could continue his antics, a sharp wack echoed through the air as Xue Laohu's fan connected with the top of Shudu's head.
"Oww!" Shudu yelped, rubbing the sore spot with an exaggerated pout.
"You perv!" Xue Laohu snapped, his tone exasperated. "Come on, let's go!" He grabbed Shudu by the collar, dragging him away from the giggling disciples.
But Shudu, ever the troublemaker, planted himself stubbornly on the ground, his arms crossed in mock defiance. "And where exactly does Grandmaster Xue intend to take this venerable one?" he asked, raising a brow with a sly grin.
Xue Laohu glared at him, his patience already wearing thin. "To the Spring of Recovery, of course," he replied, rolling his eyes as he tugged harder on Shudu's collar.
Shudu didn't budge, instead leaning back dramatically as if he weighed a thousand pounds. "If Grandmaster Xue wishes to make this venerable one his man, he need only say so," Shudu teased, his tone dripping with mock sincerity.
He stood suddenly, towering over Xue Laohu with a predatory gleam in his eye. His wolfish grin stretched wide, revealing sharp canines, as he sauntered closer. "Say the word, and I'm yours," he added, his voice low and suggestive.
Xue Laohu sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Great. Now let's go," he barked, grabbing Shudu by the arm and dragging him forward with newfound determination.
As they moved, Xue Laohu thought bitterly to himself, Why am I even bothering? If this idiot wants to keep playing around, so be it. As long as I can get him to the spring, that's all that matters.
Shudu, however, grinned the entire way, thoroughly entertained by his own antics as Xue Laohu all but dragged him toward the Spring of Recovery.
"Grandmaster Xue, allow this venerable one..." Shudu's voice carried a teasing lilt as he pulled his hand free from Xue Laohu's grasp. Without hesitation, Xue Laohu turned, and by the time he blinked, Shudu had stripped completely.
The courtyard fell into stunned silence. The female disciples scattered around blushed furiously, hastily averting their gazes and covering their faces as they hurried away. Shudu stood unabashed, his physique commanding attention. His body was a masterpiece of muscle and strength—a broad, firm chest that tapered into a lean waist, and shoulders wide enough to seem sculpted by divine hands. His back, however, was an even more intricate marvel: it bore an exquisite tattoo of a snake coiling around and devouring a rabbit, the sinuous lines of the snake's body rippling with his every movement.
One arm was adorned with a chaotic yet deliberate design of nefarious insects and venomous beasts, their vivid depictions almost appearing alive on his bronzed skin. Most striking of all was the spider inked onto the side of his neck, its legs splayed in such detail it looked as if it were crawling upward, ready to whisper venom into his ear. Normally hidden beneath his high collar, this mark now stood exposed, adding an air of dangerous allure to the man.
Shudu's legs, equally muscular and powerful, completed his imposing form. He was, without exaggeration, the embodiment of raw masculinity. His scars, scattered like battle trophies across his skin, told tales of countless skirmishes—proof of his survival and dominance.
Back in Yi Ming's hometown, men would idolized him, their admiration would verg on to obsession. Some men would even resort to consuming dubious concoctions in a vain attempt to achieve a body like his. But Shudu's physique wasn't a product of shortcuts; it was earned through endless combat, each sinew honed to perfection through blood and sweat.
And yet, there was an element of distraction that could not be ignored—the sheer boldness of his nakedness. The most brazen feature of all was his member, as unapologetically prominent as the rest of him, a sight that left many too stunned to speak.
Xue Laohu, however, was far from impressed. His face burned—not from admiration but from sheer exasperation and disbelief at Shudu's audacity. "What on earth is wrong with you?" he hissed through clenched teeth, his sharp eyes glaring daggers.
Shudu, for his part, seemed utterly unfazed. His sharp teeth gleamed in a wolfish grin as he sauntered toward Xue Laohu with an air of predatory confidence. Before he could utter another word, Xue Laohu grabbed him roughly by the arm, dragging him with all the dignity he could muster.
"Grandmaster—" Shudu murmured softly, the teasing lilt still evident in his voice.
"Be a good boy and be quiet," Xue Laohu snapped, his tone low and commanding.
Shudu's eyes widened in surprise, but the mischievous smile never left his face. If anything, his expression darkened with curiosity, the glint in his gaze betraying his amusement.
As they reached the Spring of Recovery, the mist thickened, wrapping around them like a shroud. The fragrant steam blurred the edges of the world, creating a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. Xue Laohu released his grip, stepping deeper into the fog until his silhouette disappeared entirely.
Shudu paused, tilting his head with a knowing smirk. "Oh, so he wants to play chase? Fine by me," he murmured to himself, his voice laced with amusement. Slowly, he stalked through the swirling mist, his bare feet making no sound on the stone path.
The spring was eerily quiet, save for the soft cascade of the waterfall and the faint rustling of wisteria petals drifting onto the water's surface. The aroma of peach blossoms mingled with the mineral scent of the steam, created an intoxicating allure. Shudu's sharp eyes scanned the area until he noticed a disturbance—the faint bubbling of water at the center of the spring.
A sly smile tugged at his lips. Without hesitation, he waded into the warm water, his movements slow and deliberate. The bubbles grew closer, the ripples parting to reveal a figure beneath the surface.
Xue Tuzi, still submerged, had been struggling to hold his breath. His lungs burned, and his heart raced, not just from the strain but from the realization that someone was approaching him. The faint shift in the water sent a shiver through him, as he glanced up, he caught sight of the bottom half of a man moving toward him—a naked man, no less.
Flustered and unable to bear the tension, Xue Tuzi exhaled sharply, releasing a trail of bubbles that rose to the surface. His chest heaved as he pushed off the rocky bottom, swimming upward with urgency. Breaking the surface, he sprang out of the water like a siren, his wet hair clinging to his flushed face.
Shudu's eyes widened in shock at the enchanting figure who broke the surface of the spring. Xue Tuzi's earthy brown hair cascaded down his back, each strand glistening with droplets of water that slid down his exposed chest. A few stubborn beads clung to his full, tinted lips, catching the faint glow of the moonlight.
Xue Tuzi turned, his wide eyes locking with Shudu's for a fleeting moment. The intensity of the gaze sent a jolt through Shudu's chest, but the siren's beauty was quickly replaced with a sharp annoyance as Xue Tuzi gathered his damp hair, pulling away the stray strands clinging to his flushed face. His expression hardened as he narrowed his eyes at Shudu.
"What are you doing here?" Xue Tuzi asked, his voice clipped with irritation. His gaze flicked over Shudu dismissively as he rolled his eyes and began swimming further into the spring, putting distance between them.
Shudu leaned back against the smooth rocks lining the edge of the spring, his posture relaxed and easy, as if he had all the time in the world. A sly smirk played on his lips, his sharp canines glinting faintly in the moonlight. "What? Did you not like what you saw?" he drawled, tilting his head to the side with mock innocence.
Xue Tuzi stopped mid-stroke, glancing over his shoulder with a withering glare. "Hmph. I saw nothing," he retorted coolly, turning away and pulling himself out of the spring in one fluid motion.
The water clung to Xue Tuzi's skin, shimmering under the pale glow of the moon. His slender frame exuded a quiet elegance as he gathered his soaked hair, twisting it loosely between his fingers before letting it cascade down his back once more. The damp strands fell to his waist, partially obscuring the delicate curve of his lower back and hips.
Shudu's gaze followed every movement, his eyes darkening with a predatory glint. His lips parted into a wicked grin, revealing his sharp canines in full display. "So, when are you going to let me see it?" he remarked, his voice low and teasing, yet laced with something dangerous.
Xue Tuzi froze mid-step, his head turning sharply to meet Shudu's gaze with a deadpan stare. There was no warmth in his expression, only a cold indifference meant to deter any further advances.
But Shudu was not so easily discouraged. By the time Xue Tuzi realized what had happened, Shudu had moved with the swiftness of a hunting predator, closing the distance between them silently. Now waddling directly behind him, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Xue Tuzi's legs.
Xue Tuzi stiffened, his pulse quickening as he felt the warmth of Shudu's presence mere inches away. Without a word, he swept his hair to the side, revealing the smooth, glistening skin of his neck and shoulders. A tense silence hung between them, the only sounds the gentle bubbling of the spring and the faint rustle of the wisteria in the breeze.
Shudu's grin widened, his voice a soft purr as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over the exposed skin. "Careful, little siren," he murmured, his tone dangerously playful. "If you keep teasing me, I might just bite."
Without any warning, Xue Tuzi bent over to display the tightly packaged pink rosebud in between his two cheeks. Before he could fully rise, Shudu's hand shot out, gripping his ankle with a firm, unyielding grasp. With a swift tug, Xue Tuzi lost his balance, falling forward and landing face-first on the ground. "Mnh," he whined softly, a muffled sound of frustration escaping his lips as he scrambled to push himself up, but all he could feel was a thick sticky and wet thing prod on his hole.
Slowly, Shudu's tongue darted out, tracing a deliberate path along the delicate curve of Xue Tuzi's tightly knitted hole, as he laid face down and crouched, his moans grew louder the more Shudu played with it. Shudu's strokes alternated between languid and firm, teasing the sensitive area, savoring every inch as if he were tasting something forbidden.
His tongue penetrated him deeply; he felt the canine teeth nibble the wrinkles of his rosebud. Xue Tuzi's breath hitched, each inhale trembling as it struggled to steady itself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying the turmoil within him. His face was deeply flushed, the heat creeping down his neck and pooling at the tips of his ears, while his misty eyes glistened with unshed tears that clung stubbornly to his lashes.
His lips parted in a desperate gasp, the soft, rounded shape trembling as if unable to contain the intensity of his emotions. A thin trail of drool escaped, tracing a delicate line from the corner of his mouth down to his neck, glistening under the dim moonlight. The small mole at the edge of his lower lip quivered slightly, as though reacting to his trembling frame, a subtle yet striking detail that seemed to accentuate his vulnerability.
Shudu firmly grasped Xue Tuzi's cheeks, rubbing them gently, before giving them a couple of quick smacks. To his surprised Xue Tuzi's body wasn't rejecting him; in fact it enjoyed it, pressing its back further into his face, as he continued to devour it.
Xue Tuzi swayed his hips rapidly, like a peacock flaunting its iridescent feathers in a bold display of courtship, he moved with an almost hypnotic rhythm, each shift of his body deliberate and inviting.
Shudu parted his mouth from the rose bud, which had gone from a soft delicate pink to a flush and vibrant color. He gazed at it, as it dripped with his saliva puckering up in a kissing motion, he had grown increasingly hard and could no longer contain himself.
He leaned closer to Xue Tuzi, who was utterly breathless, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to steady himself. He had shamelessly ejaculated on himself, his cheeks were flushed with warmth, his lips parted in an unspoken invitation as he gasped softly for air. The vulnerable glow in his misty eyes made him seem almost otherworldly.
Lowering his head, Shudu brought his lips close to Xue Tuzi's ear, his voice low and teasing, each word dripping with restrained desire. "Can I penetrate you?" he whispered, the heat of his breath brushing against Xue Tuzi's ear, sending an electric shiver down his spine.