Beneath the cold, starless sky, Shudu moved quickly toward Xue Tuzi's room, his steps silent against the frost-laden floor. When he reached the door, his hand hovered over the handle, only to find it locked. A quiet click of his tongue escaped in frustration as he crossed his arms, glancing back toward the dimly lit courtyard. He turned and walked away, the chill of the wind tugging at his loose hair, sending dark strands flying wildly around his face. With a frown, he halted mid-step, deftly gathering the unruly locks and weaving them into a single braid. The silken strand trailed all the way to his ankles, as he resumed his mission, slipping silently back toward Xue Tuzi's room.
This time, Shudu sought higher ground. He climbed the towering tree outside the room, his movements graceful and deliberate. From his perch, he spied the scene within, framed by flickering candlelight. Xue Tuzi sat at the vanity, his legs folded neatly beneath him, his every motion a picture of unintentional allure. The soft glow illuminated the curve of his shoulders as he massaged fragrant oil into the tips of his hair, the perfume so heavy that Shudu could almost taste it on the cold wind. Jiao Jiao, was curled in the corner of the bed, undisturbed by the tension brewing.
Shudu's lips curved into a faint smirk as he crouched on the tree branch, the predatory gleam in his eyes betraying his intent. With the practiced ease of someone accustomed to trespassing, he leapt from the branch onto the windowsill, his arrival barely more than a whisper. Yet, Xue Tuzi's sharp eyes caught his reflection in the mirror. His brows knitted in irritation as he turned, his mouth set in a hard line.
"What now?" Xue Tuzi muttered, his voice low and clipped, though his hand continued its rhythmic work of brushing his hair. He dipped his fingers into the oil again, this time smoothing it across his collarbones and the delicate line of his shoulders.
Shudu's gaze darkened, his tongue flicking across his lower lip as he took in the sight before him. There was hunger in his expression, raw and unhidden, as he stepped down from the sill. "Can you sleep elsewhere tonight?" Xue Tuzi said suddenly, breaking the silence. His fingers brushed over his lips, leaving them tinted with a faint, alluring pink as he pressed them together, meeting Shudu's eyes in the mirror's reflection.
"Why?" Shudu's displeasure was evident in the clipped edge of his tone. He shut the window behind him, pulling the blinds closed with deliberate finality, the faint gust of cold air vanishing from the room.
Xue Tuzi sighed, turning to face him fully, his expression brimming with annoyance. "Because I'm sick and tired of sharing my bed with you," he snapped, his voice carrying a sharpness that mirrored the frost outside. His brow furrowed, as he crossed his arms, standing his ground despite Shudu's intimidating proximity.
"Such a poisonous tongue," Shudu mocked, his voice dripping with amusement as he advanced closer. The flicker of candlelight reflected in his dark eyes, adding a glint of mischief to his predatory demeanor.
Xue Tuzi let out a heavy sigh, his slender hands falling to rest against the edge of the vanity. "Too bad poison has no effect on you," he said, his tone resigned and weary. His large doe eyes lowered to his shimmering feet, their delicate sheen catching the dim candlelight, while his pouty lips pressed into a soft, innocent curve.
Shudu's laugh broke the tense quiet, loud and unapologetic as his palms slammed against the vanity, rattling the delicate perfume bottles and combs scattered across it. He leaned in close, his presence overwhelming, his eyes devouring every inch of Xue Tuzi's beauty. His breath was warm as it ghosted over the curve of Xue Tuzi's neck. "You're right. I love poison," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. Without warning, he sank his teeth into Xue Tuzi's neck, a sharp bite that made the beauty jolt back in pain. A few drops of blood welled from the puncture before Shudu leaned in again, his tongue tracing the wound, licking it clean with a predatory precision.
"I'm serious!" Xue Tuzi hissed, his face flushed a deep red as he pressed his shoulder against Shudu to create distance. His hand instinctively flew to his neck, cradling the sore spot as he glared. "I want to sleep alone tonight."
Shudu's smile faded into a frown, his piercing eyes narrowing. "Oh? If that's true, then why was the window open?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft as he raised a single brow in mock curiosity.
"Be—because it's hot," Xue Tuzi stammered, his voice faltering as he shifted uncomfortably. Xue Tuzi had been consumed by desire all day, ever since he caught a glimpsed Shudu's naked form. The image burned behind his eyelids, relentless—even a cold bath did nothing to quell the fever coursing through him.
Now, standing before Shudu, his knees trembled, his control fraying at the edges. A gnawing fear gripped him: What if his wanton cravings made him the demon's next victim? His hand slid down to his stomach, the action more a reflex than anything, as he tried to suppress a certain excitable sensation blooming beneath his robes. "My window being open is notan invitation for you to come in," he added hesitantly, his hands patting down his robes in an attempt to rid himself of the sweat gathering on his clammy palms.
Shudu was far from convinced. His expression remained sharp, playful, and invasive as he leaned closer still. His lips brushed against the shell of Xue Tuzi's ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Why do you want me to leave?"
Xue Tuzi's hands clenched at his sides, trembling slightly before one rose to jab a finger into Shudu's chest. "Because!" he snapped, his voice filled with a mix of defiance and desperation. But the intensity wavered as he hesitated, lowering his gaze. "Must I give you a reason?"
Shudu's lips curled into a sly grin, his teeth flashing under the warm glow of the candlelight. His voice was soft yet commanding as he replied, "Give me a good reason, and I'll leave."
Xue Tuzi took a deep, shaky breath, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as his face burned hotter with every passing second. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his lips parted. "I—I… I want to masturbate," he blurted, his words tumbling out in a rush. His face immediately turned scarlet, his hands flying up to cover it in mortification.
Shudu froze for a moment before a booming laugh erupted from him. He staggered back, clutching his stomach as he doubled over. "Don't let me stop you from relieving yourself," he said through fits of laughter, his voice shaking with amusement.
Xue Tuzi groaned, burying his face even deeper into his trembling hands, the edges of his eyes rimmed with tears of humiliation. "I can't when you're here," he whimpered softly, his voice muffled behind his fingers. "So go away!"
Shudu's laughter softened into a chuckle as he stepped forward, prying Xue Tuzi's hands away from his face. The beauty's wide eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his cheeks a brilliant shade of red. His embarrassment made him look delicate, almost fragile. "Are you scared?" Shudu murmured, his tone gentle as he brought Xue Tuzi's cold, damp hands to his lips and kissed them softly.
"Maybe…" Xue Tuzi admitted with a sniffle, his tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. The action turned his mouth from a faint pink to an almost fiery red.
"I promise, I won't touch you," Shudu said softly, his voice laced with an unusual tenderness as he raised a hand to wipe the tears from Xue Tuzi's face. The warmth of his touch lingered, soothing the shame burning beneath Xue Tuzi's skin who brought his hands to his waist to untie his robe.
The crimson jewels dangling from his nipples glimmered faintly, catching the soft, flickering light in the dim room. Their delicate chains swayed ever so slightly with each of his movements, casting fleeting reflections against his pale, almost translucent skin. His chest, which would have otherwise been smooth and jade-like in perfection, bore a scattering of tiny red marks—evidence of Jiao Jiao's constant feeding. The contrast between the irritation and his flawless complexion only added an unintentional allure, as though even imperfection could not tarnish such beauty.
Slowly, he raised his hand, his slender fingers brushing against the cool metal of the jeweled chains before gliding down over his chest. His touch was unhurried, almost reverent, as if reacquainting himself with his own body. The pads of his fingers traced the faint curve of his ribs, following the natural contour that led to his stomach. His hand lingered there for a moment, just above the slight dip of his navel, before reaching a certain area that was fully erect.
Shudu's eyes trailed the graceful movements before him, unable to look away. His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in shallow rhythms as he licked his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing over their slightly chapped surface. A hunger stirred within him, raw and primal, as his gaze devoured every curve and line of the beauty illuminated by the faint candlelight. He swallowed hard, his throat working to suppress the surge of saliva that pooled in his mouth, but it was futile—this beauty before him was utterly intoxicating, delectable in a way that left him ravenous. His lips parted slightly, and for a moment, he seemed caught between restraint and the overwhelming urge to claim what he saw.
Xue Tuzi gripped his throbbing member, stroking it gently as he moaned, his movements were swift but gentle, driving the shaft from a pale jade into a flushed rose. Shudu placed his own hand on his groin, as he grew stiffer with each stroke. Xue Tuzi's moans turned to howls, as he fell back onto the bed, spreading his legs apart, his toes gripping the sheets, as he thrusted his hips like a fish without air.
The sudden jolt of movement roused Jiao Jiao from his slumber. His wide, glossy bug eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the dimness of the room. With his tiny nub-like limb, he rubbed at one eye groggily before turning his attention to the distressing scene unfolding before him. Xue Tuzi, lay sprawled across the bed, his flushed face a deep crimson as he gasped and choked on his own spit. His slender body trembled uncontrollably, convulsing with erratic movements that made the bedding beneath him crumple and shift.
Jiao Jiao's little heart clenched painfully at the sight. His whiskers drooped as he watched tears streaking down Xue Tuzi's pale face, his mouth open as he panted heavily, unable to form a single coherent word. The sound of Xue Tuzi's strained, agonized moans was like a knife twisting in Jiao Jiao's tiny chest. He hesitated for a moment, his nub-like limbs trembling, but then he crawled towards him, desperate to comfort.
But before Jiao Jiao could reach him, Xue Tuzi turned his face away, his breathing rough and erratic, brushing away Jiao Jiao's feeble attempts to console him. The little Gu worm froze in place, his big, watery eyes widening in helplessness as he tried again, only to be pushed aside once more.
"Leave him!" Shudu barked, his voice cutting through the tension like a whip. His sharp tone was commanding, leaving no room for disobedience. He stood at the edge of the bed, his expression caught between struggle and indulgence, his fingers pressing into his face as if to ground himself. Despite his strained composure, his piercing eyes roamed over Xue Tuzi's writhing form with an unsettling intensity, drinking in every detail with thinly veiled hunger.
Jiao Jiao, determined not to give up on Xue Tuzi, narrowed his glossy eyes into defiant little slits. The tiny Gu worm's determination burned brightly as he attempted to scuttle back toward Xue Tuzi, his movements urgent but clumsy. His bravery, however, was short-lived. With lightning speed, Shudu's hand shot out, scooping him up in a single motion. "I said, leave him," Shudu hissed, his tone icy as he shoved Jiao Jiao into a pillowcase. The worm let out a distressed squeak, flailing his tiny limbs, but Shudu ignored him, tying the pillowcase shut with a tight knot.
With a flick of his wrist, Shudu tossed the bound pillowcase to the far side of the bed, where it landed with a soft thud. Jiao Jiao wriggled inside, his little limbs flailing wildly in a desperate bid for escape. The effort was futile. Frustrated and panicked, the tiny worm mustered all his strength, launching himself into the wooden frame of the bed. The impact sent him sprawling, his movements halting as his glossy eyes turned into little swirls of dizziness.
"Hmph," Shudu sneered, brushing his hands off as though disposing of a nuisance. "That should keep you out of the way." His voice was cold and dismissive, as he turned his attention back to Xue Tuzi.
The sight before him was mesmerizing. Xue Tuzi's delicate face was drenched with sweat, his flushed skin shimmering under the dim light. His chest heaved with labored breaths as drool slid from the corner of his trembling lips, trailing down his chin until it reached the tiny mole that adorned his skin. He continued to jerk and shudder, his slender frame overwhelmed by the eruption of pleasure.
Shudu stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Xue Tuzi with an almost feral intensity. The heat radiating from Xue Tuzi's trembling form seemed to fill the space between them, pulling Shudu in like a moth drawn to a flame.
Unable to control himself, Shudu took his pants off and began stroking his large erected member. It throbbed with vigor, veins surrounding all sides of his shaft as he continuously stroke.
His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one more uneven than the last as his chest rose and fell in erratic rhythms. "I—I can't. I can't take it anymore," he choked out, his voice trembling with desperation, barely above a whisper. The words scraped from his throat, raw and jagged, as though even speaking them required more strength than he had left.
His hands trembled violently as he gripped his stiffness, his knuckles whitening under the strain. He jerked with all his might, his arms shaking as he yanked and tugged, the veins growing thicker under his palms. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down his temples and stinging his eyes, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. His muscles strained and burned, his shoulders quaking with the sheer effort, but no matter how much force he poured into it, he still wasn't satisfied.
Each failed attempt only added to the mounting frustration. His breaths turned to harsh, shallow pants, his lips parting as if to beg for air that wouldn't come fast enough. His entire body shuddered with exertion, his nails scraping against his hard shaft as he clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding audibly. Still, it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He wanted to be inside of Xue Tuzi, to penetrate him ferociously and open his flower bud wide open sending him into ecstasy.
Xue Tuzi was still playing with himself, coated in a layer of his own fluid, as it dripped down from his navel to the side of his thighs. He parted his lips, flinging his vibrantly pink tongue around erotically, his eyes hazy, without hesitation Shudu shoved his member right into Xue Tuzi's mouth.
To him, Xue Tuzi had asked for it—practically begged for it. The way he stuck his tongue out, that subtle, sensual gesture, was enough to ignite something primal in Shudu. It was impossible to resist. It was only natural, Shudu thought, to react accordingly.
Xue Tuzi's eyes widen, as he choked, the tip touched the back of his throat before he began to suckle. His eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as he slowly sucked Shudu's vibrating heavy shaft. His tongue swirled around each vein, savoring the salty, meaty flavor that melted on his tongue like an indulgent treat. A soft, muffled hum of pleasure escaped his throat, his every movement deliberate, as though each drop of fluid was a delicacy to be cherished. The rich, tangy taste lingered in his mouth, teasing his senses with every lick. It wasn't just Shudu's most potent weapon—it was an experience, one he relished with a level of focus and enjoyment that bordered on reverence.
Shudu knees rested against the bed, settling on top of Xue Tuzi, as he continued to shove it even further. He grunted with force, not allowing Xue Tuzi to take a single breath of air, his lips were swollen from the constant suckling his head voluntarily bobbing back and forth as Shudu attempted to pull out.
"Do… do you want it?" Shudu rasped, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His voice was rough and hoarse, with exhaustion. His sharp eyes, tinged with fatigue, locked onto Xue Tuzi's blushed face.
Xue Tuzi paused, his grip on Shudu's shaft, loosening slightly, his breath coming out in short, visible puffs. For a moment, his expression softened—those usually sharp, cold eyes now seemed blissful. Slowly, he nodded, his gaze sensual, as he continue to swallow it whole.
Shudu grunted, driving his member all the way in, before spilling inside of Xue Tuzi's mouth. The beauty choked while swallowing, slurping Shudu's shaft clean, his tongue dancing along the ridges on Shudu's pulsating veins, gasping for air before bringing his lips back on the tip, suckling on it gently.
Jiao Jiao, the tiny Gu worm, had gnawed and wriggled his way free from the tattered pillowcase, his small, segmented body twitching with indignation. The muffled sound of flesh meeting flesh reached him just as he broke free, and his big bulging eyes widened at the sight before him—Shudu assaulting Xue Tuzi. The slapping reverberated in the air, sharp and cruel, making Jiao Jiao's small, translucent body quiver with uncontainable rage.
Without hesitation, Jiao Jiao launched himself through the air, his tiny but furious form a blur. His needle-like teeth sank deep into Shudu's muscular shoulder blade, piercing the skin with surprising ferocity for something so small. Shudu winced, twisting and clawing at his own back as he tried to dislodge the enraged Gu worm.
Shudu's bare back glistening with sweat and streaked with rivulets of blood that slid down his spine, painting a vivid, crimson trail. He stumbled, his fingers scraping annoyingly at the soft, stubborn body of the Gu worm, but Jiao Jiao clung on with an unyielding grip, his tiny body trembling as if fueled by pure fury.
Shudu, realizing his efforts were futile, clicked his tongue in resignation, as he continue his strokes into Xue Tuzi's mouth choking him until he pulled out, shooting his thick hot fluid on Xue Tuzi's face. But the beauty had fallen fast asleep, his lively doe-like eyes now closed, with his long, delicate lashes still holding the final traces of tears, glistening like dew on the edge of a petal.
Jiao Jiao unlatched himself from Shudu's bloodied shoulder, his small, wriggling body darting desperately toward Xue Tuzi. His movements were frantic but purposeful, each crawl radiating defiance. As he reached his side, he whipped his tiny head around to glare at Shudu, his translucent form quivering with rage. A sharp hiss escaped his mouth, his needle-like teeth bared menacingly, jutting out like the tips of a serrated blade.
Shudu staggered backward, his hand clutching at his chest as spasms wracked his body. The veins beneath his skin pulsed violently, glowing faintly as his demonic blood began to surge through him like a tidal wave. Drool slipped from the corners of his mouth, his breath turning ragged and feral as his sharp fangs extended, gleaming in the dim light. He fought against the primal urges clawing their way to the surface, but the transformation was relentless. A searing pain split his forehead, and with a sickening crack, a third eye emerged. Its grotesque pupil darted erratically, scanning the room with an almost manic energy before it settled hungrily on Xue Tuzi, the beauty still lying on the bed.
"Master!" Xiao Zongzi's voice cut through the chaos, trembling with urgency. She dangled precariously from the rafters, her small frame swaying as she descended toward him. "You mustn't!" she pleaded, her tone desperate.
But Shudu swatted her aside with a single, forceful motion, sending her tumbling to the floor. His hand clutched at his head, nails digging into his scalp as the third eye pulsed with a sinister, malevolent light. Its pupil narrowed into a crescent shape, gleaming with wicked delight as it focused on the helpless beauty on the bed.
Jiao Jiao froze, sensing the oppressive demonic aura thickening in the air. His tiny body trembled, but he pushed himself forward, standing tall despite his small stature. With a determined chitter, he lifted his little nubs, positioning himself protectively in front of Xue Tuzi. Though he shook with fear, his resolve did not waver.
Shudu let out a guttural roar, his sharp nails curling into claws as he brought them to his abdomen. With a vicious motion, he plunged them into his flesh, piercing through muscle and skin. Blood splattered onto the floor in thick droplets, the dark crimson pooling beneath him. His body convulsed, but the act of self-inflicted pain momentarily grounded him, giving him the strength to fight back against the overwhelming urges.
Without another glance, Shudu turned and lunged toward the window, shattering the fragile glass as he burst through it. The shards scattered like falling stars, catching the moonlight as his figure disappeared into the dark, unforgiving night.
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This scene was suppose to happen much later in the novel but…Xue Tuzi really wanted Shudu he was like a cat in heat. I'm sure he'll regret it. What can I say Shudu is irresistible.