Cheng Mo had lived long enough to understand exactly what Huiji meant by "hug." His heart clenched. A powerful surge of inner force slammed into him before he could react. His legs buckled and he stumbled forward.
He tried to resist with his own qi, but Huiji's cultivation was terrifyingly deep after ten years of silent accumulation in the dark cave. Cheng Mo was yanked straight into Huiji's grip. One strong hand locked around his wrist like an iron vise.
Cheng Mo swung his free palm at the arm holding him, but Huiji didn't even dodge. He simply flexed, absorbed the force, and redirected it back. At the same time he caught Cheng Mo's other wrist, trapping both arms.
Only then did Cheng Mo truly feel how monstrous this man had become. No wonder the entire Shaolin Temple had failed to subdue him back then.
His Cutting Yang Skill was still far from the Qing Song Elder's peak, while Huiji's power had only grown more terrifying in the darkness. Cheng Mo was completely overpowered, pinned and helpless.
Huiji dragged him forward, forced his legs apart, and made him straddle his lap while Huiji remained kneeling.
Cheng Mo felt the massive, rock-hard bulge pressing right against his ass and his face drained of color. "Brother Huiji… don't do this."
Huiji rocked his hips upward, grinding his thick cock hard between Cheng Mo's cheeks. "Then how should I do it?"
Cheng Mo's breath hitched. His face burned crimson.
Huiji lowered his head, bit the front of Cheng Mo's robe, and ripped it open with his teeth, exposing the smooth, powerful chest beneath.
Cheng Mo tried to struggle, but the moment Huiji latched onto one nipple and sucked hard, his whole body went limp. All strength left his limbs.
Taking advantage, Huiji tore Cheng Mo's pants off in one brutal yank and tried to shove his fat cock straight inside.
Cheng Mo managed to free one hand and shoved at Huiji's chest, trying to scramble backward. Huiji simply caught his waist, ripped the belt away, and used the iron chains still binding his own wrists to loop around Cheng Mo's back, locking them face-to-face in a tight, inescapable bind.
Those chains had held Huiji for ten years—there was no breaking them with brute force.
Cheng Mo twisted once and Huiji immediately sank his teeth into his throat. Cheng Mo froze, terrified to move again.
Only then did Huiji switch from biting to licking, sucking wetly on his Adam's apple.
Cheng Mo panted, "Brother Huiji… the forbidden art has taken over your mind…"
Huiji ignored him. He kept licking and sucking down Cheng Mo's neck and chest while one hand reached between his legs, found the tight little hole, and shoved two fingers straight inside without any preparation.
Cheng Mo's entire body locked up. He clenched desperately, trying to push the invading fingers out. Huiji had zero patience. He scissored the digits roughly, stretching the entrance, then pulled them free and replaced them with the fat, leaking head of his monstrous cock.
He slammed in with one vicious thrust.
Cheng Mo's hole tore open around the brutal invasion. Blood immediately slicked Huiji's shaft as it forced its way deeper. The pain was blinding. Cheng Mo cried out and dug his nails into Huiji's wrists, pouring every ounce of his qi into resisting.
Huiji was in the middle of years of pent-up lust. He wasn't about to let Cheng Mo fight back. He poured his own terrifying inner force against Cheng Mo's, meeting power with power.
The moment their qi clashed, Cheng Mo's hole clenched violently around the thick cock buried inside him. The obscene squeeze made Huiji groan in pleasure. While their palms locked and their energies battled, Huiji still had strength left to snap his hips upward, pounding mercilessly into Cheng Mo's guts.
Cheng Mo screamed. His qi surged wildly. At the same moment, the iron chains that had imprisoned Huiji for a decade finally shattered under the explosive collision of their combined power—cracking and exploding into pieces with sharp metallic snaps.
Cheng Mo froze in shock.
Huiji, tasting freedom for the first time in ten years, also paused for a split second.
But Huiji recovered first. He grabbed both of Cheng Mo's thighs, hoisted them high, and started fucking him like a beast—fast, savage, relentless strokes that hammered his prostate with every thrust.
Cheng Mo's back was no longer bound by chains. He collapsed backward, but the overwhelming pleasure surging from his wrecked hole made his eyes roll. The pain had already melted into filthy, mind-breaking ecstasy.
Cheng Mo's mind screamed that he had to stop this, but his body betrayed him. He kicked at Huiji's shoulder with one leg and tried to scramble away on his hands.
Huiji simply grabbed his wrist, flipped him face-down onto the stone floor, yanked his ass high, and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.
Pinned in this new position, Cheng Mo couldn't generate any real force. His hole was already drooling slick and blood, the wet squelching sounds echoing obscenely as Huiji pounded him.
Huiji's thick cock pistoned in and out of the ruined, puffy entrance, stretching the rim into a lewd, gaping ring every time he pulled back. Creamy strings of blood and slick coated his shaft completely.
Huiji laughed darkly against Cheng Mo's ear. "Little brother… you're getting wetter and wetter. Does it feel good?"
Cheng Mo's face burned with shame. He couldn't deny it—his body was flooding with pleasure. He bit his lip bloody, refusing to make another sound.
Huiji suddenly hooked both arms under Cheng Mo's knees, lifting him like a child being held to piss. Still kneeling, he started bouncing Cheng Mo up and down on his cock from below—deep, punishing strokes that made Cheng Mo's toes curl and his eyes water.
One of Huiji's hands reached around to pinch and twist both swollen nipples while his mouth latched onto Cheng Mo's earlobe, sucking and licking wetly.
Cheng Mo's breathing turned into broken, desperate gasps. His heavy balls were swollen tight, his cock leaking nonstop even though it refused to harden. He was so close, yet the Lust Heart Gu kept him trapped on the edge.
Then he heard soft footsteps and a low moan from the cave entrance—Yuqin was waking up.
Cheng Mo was still spread wide open, facing the tunnel. His entire body went rigid with horror, his hole clamping down like a vice around Huiji's cock.
Huiji groaned in pleasure at the sudden tight squeeze. He leaned in and whispered filthily, "You like being watched, little slut?"
Before Cheng Mo could answer, Huiji stood up—still balls-deep inside him—and started walking toward the entrance, fucking him with every step.
Cheng Mo panicked. "No—don't!"
Huiji stopped.
At the exact same moment, Yuqin stepped into view. A blast of qi knocked her unconscious before she could see anything.
Cheng Mo sagged in relief. Huiji dropped him back onto the ground, flipped him face-to-face again, and drove back inside in one savage thrust.
Cheng Mo moaned brokenly and turned his head away, refusing to meet Huiji's eyes.
Huiji simply hooked Cheng Mo's legs around his waist, grabbed his ass, and started pounding again—long, brutal strokes that made Cheng Mo's vision blur.
After what felt like an eternity of merciless fucking, Huiji buried himself to the hilt and unloaded—thick, scorching ropes of cum flooding Cheng Mo's guts until it overflowed and ran down his trembling thighs in creamy rivers.
Huiji slowly pulled out. Cheng Mo's wrecked hole gaped open, twitching and leaking. His own cock was still soft and dripping, denied release.
Huiji stroked his cheek gently. "Big brother will help you cum."
He lowered his head and took Cheng Mo's soft cock into his hot, wet mouth.
The moment that warm suction enveloped him, Cheng Mo's whole body shuddered. Even though he couldn't get hard, the knowledge that it was Huiji—his once-glorious Brother Huiji—sucking him off was enough to drive him insane. His balls tightened painfully. Clear fluid leaked endlessly from his slit, running down Huiji's chin.
Cheng Mo gasped, "Brother Huiji… stop…"
Huiji pulled off, thinking he truly couldn't cum, and gave the soft shaft a few lazy strokes before letting go.
Cheng Mo tried to sit up—only for Huiji to tap several major acupoints in quick succession. His body went completely limp.
Cheng Mo's eyes widened in panic. "What are you doing?!"
Huiji didn't answer. He simply scooped Cheng Mo up and carried him deeper into the cave. They passed through another hidden passage that led downward. After a while they emerged into a hidden valley with a wide, crystal-clear lake glowing faintly green under the moonlight.
Huiji set Cheng Mo down on the smooth stone shore, then walked straight into the water.
Cheng Mo tried desperately to break the acupoint seals, but Huiji's power was too strong. He could only lie there helplessly and watch Huiji bathe.
Huiji stripped completely. Years without sunlight had left his skin unnaturally pale, almost luminous, but his body was still packed with lean, powerful muscle. He cupped water over his head, then dove under, resurfacing with long wet hair plastered to his back.
When he walked back out, water streaming down his body, his thick cock was already rock-hard again, pointing straight at Cheng Mo's face.
Cheng Mo's heart stuttered.
Huiji grabbed one of his legs and tried to drag him into the water. Cheng Mo's back scraped painfully across the stones and he let out a muffled groan.
Huiji noticed. He picked Cheng Mo up again, carried him to a large flat boulder at the edge of the lake, laid him on his back, lifted both legs high, and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.
Cheng Mo's hole was still slick with cum and blood. Huiji's cock squelched obscenely as it pounded in and out, forcing more white seed to bubble out around the stretched rim.
"Ah—!" Cheng Mo cried out.
Huiji spread his legs obscenely wide and started fucking him with short, vicious strokes, grinding right against his prostate. His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of Cheng Mo's inner thigh, sucking and biting until red marks bloomed.
Then he moved upward, biting and sucking both nipples until they were swollen and dark. Finally he claimed Cheng Mo's mouth in a deep, filthy kiss—tongue fucking his throat while his cock wrecked his ass.
Cheng Mo's vision blurred. His balls felt ready to burst, but the Lust Heart Gu refused to let him cum.
Huiji suddenly lifted Cheng Mo's ass higher, hammering the deepest spot with every thrust until his heavy balls slapped wetly against Cheng Mo's ass. When he finally came, he bit down hard on Cheng Mo's earlobe, piercing the soft flesh.
Cheng Mo felt the scorching flood of cum paint his insides at the same moment sharp pain exploded in his ear. His body convulsed, then went completely limp on the boulder.
The sky was fully dark now.
Huiji pulled out slowly. "Wait for me."
He walked away into the darkness. Cheng Mo heard the sound of climbing. Huiji was scaling the cliff.
Cheng Mo's heart clenched with fear that Huiji might abandon him. But his body was still sealed. He could only wait.
After a long time he heard Huiji return.
The man who reappeared was wearing clean stolen clothes. In his hand was another set. He tossed it onto Cheng Mo, then crouched and carefully fastened something to his bleeding earlobe—a small, round pearl earring.
Huiji gently kissed his lips. "Big brother still has things to do. When I'm finished, I'll come find you."
He tapped the acupoints to release them, then turned and left without another word.
Cheng Mo lay there for half a shichen before he could move again. He dressed slowly, then touched the pearl earring. Blood still seeped around it. He tore it off with a hiss of pain, washed the wound in the lake, and cleaned himself as best he could.
Remembering Yuqin was still unconscious in the cave, he forced his exhausted body to move. He found her, woke her, and the two of them climbed out through the hidden passage.
They made it to a small town at the foot of Mount Song and rented an inn. Cheng Mo slept for an entire day and night.
When he finally woke, they sat down in the dining hall. Cheng Mo was starving—he shoveled down two bowls of rice. Yuqin watched him with concern. "What exactly happened inside that cave?"
Cheng Mo avoided her eyes. "Nothing much. I ran into a wild beast. Nearly got eaten."
Yuqin's eyes widened. "That dangerous?"
Cheng Mo forced a smile. "It's fine now. Don't worry, Sister Yuqin."
They hadn't finished eating when a young Shaolin monk burst through the door. "Alliance Leader Cheng! We finally found you!"
"What's wrong?" Cheng Mo asked.
The monk looked frantic. "The abbot sent me with urgent news. The great demon Huiji—who was imprisoned in the cave beneath Mount Song—has escaped!"
Cheng Mo feigned shock. "How is that possible?"
The monk shook his head. "We don't know. The abbot personally checked. The iron chains that held him for ten years were shattered by inner force."
Cheng Mo frowned. "What does Abbot Nianbei want me to do?"
"He hopes you will spread the news throughout the jianghu—both to warn everyone and to organize a joint hunt."
Cheng Mo nodded gravely. "Tell the abbot to leave it to me."
After the monk left, Yuqin asked softly, "Are you planning to hunt Huiji yourself?"
Cheng Mo shook his head. "He's free now—like a fish returned to the sea. Finding him will be nearly impossible. I'll send word to the Wulin Alliance first."
He looked at Yuqin. "Sister, you've already avenged your father. There's no reason to stay in Songshan anymore. You should leave quickly."
Yuqin hesitated. "You're really letting me go? What will you tell the Shaolin monks?"
Cheng Mo smiled gently. "Don't worry. The Shaolin masters aren't unreasonable. Your grudge with Young Master Xiao wasn't something that could be easily settled. Now that he's dead, you should let go of the hatred. Stop practicing those harmful arts and find a good man to marry."
Yuqin gave a bitter laugh. "After everything I've done… who would want me?"
Cheng Mo's voice was kind. "Don't say that. Fate finds its own way. If you have nowhere to go, you're welcome to come back to the Wulin Alliance with me."
"The Wulin Alliance?" Yuqin's eyes widened. Then she said quietly, "You once told me you wanted to meet our cult leader…"
Cheng Mo nodded. "I did. But I won't force you, Sister."
Yuqin lowered her head and thought for a long time. When she looked up again, her eyes were clear. "If you truly want to see the cult leader, I can take you to the Shuiyue Cult."
Cheng Mo was stunned. "Sister, you don't have to—"
Yuqin cut him off. "I want to do this for you. To be honest, even though I know the cult leader is a good man at heart, his temper is unpredictable. Bringing an outsider—especially a man—might get me punished. But I still want to try."
Cheng Mo refused at first, but Yuqin was determined. In the end he sighed heavily. "I will never forget this kindness."
Once the decision was made, Cheng Mo sent a letter to the Wulin Alliance about Huiji's escape, then set out with Yuqin toward the southwest.
Yuqin never revealed the exact location of the cult. Cheng Mo never asked. She only warned him that once they reached the main headquarters, he had to follow her instructions completely.
Cheng Mo agreed to everything.
The farther southwest they traveled, the more the customs and people changed. Young women in revealing tribal clothes and tall, strong tribal men became common. Cheng Mo kept his identity hidden and stayed low-key.
One day, after passing a small town, Yuqin said, "I'm sorry, but from now on I'll have to blindfold you."
Cheng Mo nodded. "Understood."
Yuqin folded a black cloth several times and tied it securely over his eyes. "The cult leader hasn't given permission yet."
"I understand," Cheng Mo said gently. "Whatever you need to do, just tell me."
The next day Yuqin rented a carriage. She helped the blindfolded Cheng Mo inside and they continued their journey.
With his eyes covered, Cheng Mo spent most of the time talking quietly with Yuqin. The days passed bearably. After three or four more days of travel, the carriage stopped at the edge of a dense forest. Yuqin helped him down, paid the driver, and sent the carriage away.
"I'll lead you," she said. "Whatever you do, do not move on your own. This forest is filled with poisonous insects. One wrong step and you're dead."
Cheng Mo nodded solemnly.
Blind, he had no choice but to trust Yuqin completely. He heard birds and insects everywhere. The ground was thick with fallen leaves. Yuqin led him in what felt like endless zigzags for nearly two hours until he finally heard the sound of flowing water.
"We're almost there," she whispered.
At that moment two sets of footsteps approached.
Two women stopped in front of them. One demanded angrily, "Yuqin! How dare you bring an outsider—and a man—back to the cult!"
Yuqin dropped to her knees. "Yuqin knows her crime. I promised this man, Cheng Mo, that I would bring him to see the cult leader."
One woman sneered, "The cult leader isn't someone anyone can just meet!"
The other started to speak when a third voice cut in from a distance. "The cult leader summons this young master!"
The two women gasped.
Yuqin quickly untied the blindfold. Cheng Mo's eyes took a moment to adjust. He saw they were deep inside a dense forest where the canopy blocked out almost all light. A snake slithered across a nearby tree trunk.
Three young women stood before them. The one in red was stunningly beautiful. She bowed to Cheng Mo. "Young master, please follow me."
Cheng Mo glanced back at Yuqin. "What about you?"
Yuqin smiled softly. "The cult leader wants to see you. Go. Don't worry about me."
The woman in red nodded. "Young master, please."
Cheng Mo followed her deeper into the forest.
They soon reached a clearing where white steam rose from a large natural hot spring. A wooden walkway and pavilion had been built over the water. Someone was sitting inside the pavilion, half-hidden by the mist.
Cheng Mo's heart slammed against his ribs. His legs nearly gave out.
Through the steam he could just make out the cold bronze mask.
The woman in red bowed. "Young master, please go ahead. I will take my leave."
She retreated, leaving Cheng Mo alone on the walkway with Shu Changhua.
Cheng Mo took a deep breath and walked forward. He knew the blood pact would flare the moment he got close. He had expected it. Still, he had come all this way. He needed answers—and a way to break free.
Inside the pavilion stood a stone table and benches. Shu Changhua rose when he saw him, smiling behind the mask. "Alliance Leader Cheng graces us with his presence. What an honor for our humble cult."
Cheng Mo gripped the wooden pillar to steady himself. "Cult Leader Shu… long time no see."
His voice already trembled. They both heard it.
Shu Changhua tilted his head, amused. "I believe I should be the one saying that. Alliance Leader Cheng, I've missed you terribly."
Cheng Mo's face flushed hot. He forced out, "I came all this way because I have something to ask of you."
"Oh?" Shu Changhua's voice was playful. "Let me guess. Is it about the Lust Heart Gu?"
"Exactly," Cheng Mo said. "I hope Cult Leader will enlighten me."
Shu Changhua was silent for a moment. He picked up a cup of wine. "Alliance Leader, would you do me the honor of sharing a drink?"
Cheng Mo stepped forward to pour, but Shu Changhua stopped his hand. "Not like that."
The moment they touched, Cheng Mo's legs weakened. His cock started to swell painfully against his robes. He panted, "Then how?"
Shu Changhua's voice dropped, low and filthy. "Since you came all this way and you're so honest, I'll be honest too. That little gu worm in your body has woken up. It won't rest until it's fed. And since you traveled thousands of li to beg me for help, I assume you already understand what I want. Do exactly as I say, and when I'm satisfied, I'll tell you everything. Deal?"
Cheng Mo clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked. "What do you want?"
Shu Changhua's smile was pure sin. "Strip. Every single piece of clothing. Nothing left."
Cheng Mo's fingers shook as he tried to undo his collar. When he couldn't manage the buttons, he simply ripped the robe open. One by one he tore off every layer until he stood completely naked in the steaming pavilion. The hot spring mist made his skin glow. His cock was already rock-hard and leaking, pointing straight at Shu Changhua.
Shu Changhua's eyes darkened with hunger behind the mask. "Good boy. Now lie down on the table."
Cheng Mo hesitated, then swept the wine set aside and lay on his back, legs hanging off the edge.
Shu Changhua's voice turned velvet. "Legs up too. Spread them wide. Wider."
Cheng Mo pulled his knees to his chest and opened his thighs obscenely, exposing his tight pink hole. "Like this?"
Shu Changhua's laugh was dark. "Perfect. Now, Alliance Leader… let's have that drink."
He picked up the wine pot and tilted it over Cheng Mo's body. Instead of pouring into his mouth, he let the warm stream splash directly onto the head of Cheng Mo's throbbing cock.
Cheng Mo's thighs tensed. The hot wine ran down his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping onto his twitching hole. The sensation was maddening.
Shu Changhua set the pot down, peeled off his black gloves, and dipped his long, elegant fingers into the wine pooled on Cheng Mo's cock. He brought them to Cheng Mo's lips. "This is excellent wine. Won't you taste it?"
Cheng Mo clamped his mouth shut and turned his face away.
Shu Changhua didn't get angry. He simply lifted the pot again and poured a thin stream directly onto one of Cheng Mo's nipples.
The sudden heat made Cheng Mo gasp. Shu Changhua repeated it on the other side until both buds were hard and glistening.
Then he used his bare fingers to smear the wine in slow circles around the sensitive areolas before painting it across Cheng Mo's lips.
Cheng Mo's hands gripped the edge of the stone table so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Shu Changhua suddenly took Cheng Mo's hand and placed it on his own collar. "Alliance Leader, you don't mind helping me undress, do you?"
Cheng Mo's fingers brushed the cold bronze mask. He hesitated—then slowly lifted it away.
The face beneath was breathtaking. Shu Changhua's skin was almost translucent, like the finest mutton-fat jade. His features were sharp and beautiful in a dangerous, androgynous way. His lips were a soft pale pink. Cheng Mo stared, stunned, wondering why anyone so beautiful would hide behind a mask.
Shu Changhua let him look. Then he guided Cheng Mo's hands to his robes. "Don't get distracted now."
Cheng Mo's fingers shook as he undid every button. When Shu Changhua was finally naked, his body was just as flawless—pale, smooth, and perfectly sculpted. His cock was already hard, thick, and flushed dark at the tip.
Cheng Mo looked away.
Shu Changhua took a mouthful of wine, didn't swallow, and leaned down to kiss him. He fed the wine directly into Cheng Mo's mouth in a slow, filthy transfer. Cheng Mo choked and swallowed every drop.
Shu Changhua licked his lips. "How does it taste, Alliance Leader?"
The wine was rich, but mixed with Shu Changhua's unique cool, floral scent it became intoxicating.
Shu Changhua took another mouthful, then latched onto one wine-soaked nipple and sucked hard, letting the alcohol spill everywhere. He repeated it on the other side until Cheng Mo's entire chest was slick and shining.
Then he slid his hand down, smearing the wine across Cheng Mo's abs before wrapping his fingers around the leaking cock and stroking slowly.
Cheng Mo's thighs clamped together instinctively. He grabbed Shu Changhua's wrist. "You—"
Shu Changhua pushed him back down. "You forgot? You still haven't gotten your answer."
Cheng Mo forced himself to lie still, panting. "Just do whatever you want and get it over with."
Shu Changhua smiled. "I simply want to share a drink with you."
He lifted the wine pot and pressed the narrow spout directly against Cheng Mo's twitching hole.
Cheng Mo's eyes flew wide. "You—!"
Shu Changhua tilted the pot. Warm wine poured straight into his ass.
Cheng Mo clenched desperately, but most of it still flooded inside. When the pot was empty, Shu Changhua pulled it free and tossed it aside.
"Such a greedy little hole," he murmured, sliding two fingers inside the wine-slick entrance. "Look at it sucking me in."
Cheng Mo's face burned with humiliation as Shu Changhua added a third finger, stretching him wide and fucking him slowly with wet, obscene sounds.
Then the fingers withdrew. Shu Changhua pressed the fat head of his cock against the dripping hole.
"Want me inside, Alliance Leader?" he whispered against Cheng Mo's ear. "Beg for it."
Cheng Mo turned his face away, biting his lip bloody.
Shu Changhua waited patiently, rubbing the leaking head in slow circles around the entrance. "Say the word and I'll give you exactly what you need."
Cheng Mo's voice cracked. "Put it in."
"Louder."
"Put it in!" Cheng Mo snarled, eyes wet with rage and lust.
Shu Changhua laughed softly. "As you wish, my lord."
He slammed inside in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt.
Cheng Mo's back arched off the table with a broken scream. The stretch was obscene, the burn exquisite. His hole clenched greedily around the invading cock.
Shu Changhua didn't give him time to adjust. He started fucking him hard—long, punishing strokes that made the stone table shake.
Cheng Mo's moans turned filthy and desperate. "Fuck—too deep—ah—slow down—!"
Shu Changhua only went faster. He grabbed Cheng Mo's hips and pounded him mercilessly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the pavilion.
"Such a sloppy, cock-hungry hole," Shu Changhua groaned. "You traveled all this way just to get fucked, didn't you? Look at you—dripping everywhere like a whore in heat."
Cheng Mo's cock bounced uselessly against his stomach, leaking nonstop but unable to harden. His balls were swollen and aching.
Shu Changhua suddenly flipped him over, bent him over the table, and slammed back inside from behind. He reached around and stroked Cheng Mo's dripping cock in time with his thrusts.
"Gonna fill this slutty ass up," he growled. "Gonna breed you so full of cum you'll leak for days."
Cheng Mo's vision whited out. The combination of the brutal fucking and the filthy words pushed him over the edge. His cock jerked and spurted thick ropes of cum all over the stone table even though it never fully hardened.
The moment his hole spasmed, Shu Changhua buried himself deep and unloaded—jet after jet of hot, thick cum flooding Cheng Mo's guts until it overflowed and ran down his thighs in creamy rivers.
They stayed locked together, panting.
Shu Changhua finally pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum poured from Cheng Mo's gaping, ruined hole.
He scooped Cheng Mo up and carried him straight into the hot spring, lowering them both into the warm water. He sat on a submerged stone ledge with Cheng Mo in his lap, still impaled on his cock.
Cheng Mo was too wrecked to resist. He slumped against Shu Changhua's chest, breathing hard.
Shu Changhua's fingers traced lazy circles over the mark on his lower back. "That's the Lust Heart Gu."
Cheng Mo's voice was hoarse. "How do I remove it?"
Shu Changhua kissed the side of his neck. "I could tell you… but where's the fun in that?"
He rocked his hips gently, fucking Cheng Mo slowly in the warm water while the chapter of their twisted game continued.
Cheng Mo closed his eyes and let himself drift.
He had come for answers.
He was leaving with something far more dangerous.
A new addiction.