CW: NSFW
Zhou Hui’s first reaction wasn’t surprise — it was horror.
The crowd was growing, and the murmuring had long since turned into an open commotion. Although Chu He’s height and build clearly didn’t suggest a woman — even the fitted shirt showed a flat chest — his face was androgynous, and the smooth, shiny long hair tied into a ponytail resting over one shoulder, with softly curled ends, only added to the confusion. Zhou Hui could hear several young men arguing heatedly with their companions: “It’s a woman! Definitely a woman!”
More and more people pulled out their phones, excitedly snapping photos. The sound of shutter clicks filled the air.
Zhou Hui couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed to the front of the crowd and tapped Chu He on the shoulder. “Fourth!”
Chu He turned around and gave him a small smile.
— That smile was absolutely lethal. Zhou Hui clearly heard more than a few people behind him almost faint from it.
“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you using that human body—”
“Came to make you a drink,” Chu He said cheerfully. “I was trying to surprise you.”
Zhou Hui was at a loss and could only knock on the bar counter, glaring at the bartender to hurry up and move — the poor bartender already looked dazed, eyes locked on Chu He’s face, forgetting to even take the money off the counter. He obediently stepped aside.
Chu He slipped behind the bar, picking up vodka, brandy, and Bacardi 151.
“Water in the human realm can’t compare to the Ice Spring of the Heavenly Dao.” He casually tossed the bottle into the air, caught it, popped it open, and poured a shallow layer into the shaker, smiling. “It’s said that Asura women are beautiful, and Shakra Devanam Indra makes the finest wine — all because he monopolized the Ice Spring. Back when I visited the Demon Lord, I drew the spring water down from the Six-Tusked White Elephant Mountain of the Heavenly Dao to the Asura Realm. Wine brewed from that spring was crisp and mellow, no less than Shakra’s wine. Since then, the Ice Spring in the Asura Realm has been called the ‘Eye of the Four Evil Paths.’”
His slender fingers rested on the rim of the glass. Zhou Hui leaned against the bar, watching him intently, then asked after a long pause, “It was before you decided to leave me, wasn’t it? You went to the Asura Realm first — to find the Demon Lord?”
“There’s no point digging up old history,” Chu He replied with a light laugh. He grabbed a napkin, stuffed it into the bottle’s mouth, soaked it in alcohol, and lit it with a lighter. The three bottles arced through the air like blazing wheels, and he caught them effortlessly with four fingers. With the other hand, he picked up the Bacardi 151 and downed it in one gulp, then blew out a blast of fire over three meters long across the bottle flames!
Zhou Hui’s pupils dilated in shock as Chu He mixed the three liquors with ice, then placed half a green lemon in his palm. He pulled out a Swiss army knife from the small of his back, flicked out the blade, and expertly sliced the lemon into four perfect wedges. He squeezed the juice from two of them into the glass and tossed the pieces in. Then he pulled a tiny frosted vial from the pocket of his jeans.
The vial was only the size of a lighter — lidless, completely sealed, crystal-clear and translucent, reflecting dazzling light under the bar’s glow. Zhou Hui’s expression shifted subtly; he recognized it. That was pure Ice Spring water from the Demon Realm — to preserve its freshest flavor, even the vial itself was made by freezing the spring water on site. It contained just one mouthful of water.
Chu He tapped the bottle’s neck against the bar, shattering it. A shimmering arc of light curved from the broken tip into the glass. The liquor inside immediately took on a magical glow, sparkling like it was filled with countless tiny crushed diamonds.
He picked up the glass, handed it to Zhou Hui, and snapped his fingers. A vividly red, otherworldly flower appeared from thin air, blooming open between his fingertips. He gently rested it on the rim of the glass.
“…A Shura Flower,” Zhou Hui murmured.
“Sir,” Chu He bowed slightly, politely asking, “May I have the honor of buying you a drink?”
For a few seconds, Zhou Hui’s mind went completely blank. He instinctively took the glass, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp, then pulled Chu He over the bar counter, leaned down, and passed it to him mouth-to-mouth.
The clear, subtly fruity liquor slid down their throats as their lips and tongues intertwined. Flashbulbs erupted around them, people cheered and screamed, and chaos ensued.
“F*ck!” Zhou Hui cursed under his breath, grabbing Chu He by the shoulder and waist, and with a powerful heave, lifted him clean over the bar counter!
The nightclub atmosphere ignited. Dazzling lights flashed, and countless people surged forward, blocking their way amidst the booming music. Zhou Hui forced a path through sheer brute strength, overturning who knows how many tables, chairs, and bottles. He kicked open the back door of the back hall, set Chu He down, and then slapped a restraint talisman on the door panel, effectively locking many of their followers inside.
Outside the back door was a quiet alley on the bar street. Music and lights drifted from the other side of the street, making this spot seem particularly dark and secluded.
The moment Chu He landed, he bolted, but before he’d run two steps, Zhou Hui caught him, pressing him hard against the concrete wall. Breathing heavily, he chuckled, “Think you can run away, huh?”
He grabbed Chu He’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons scattering to the ground in his haste. Chu He, afraid of being seen, silently struggled to hold his shirt closed, but the only result was Zhou Hui tearing off his jeans button and stripping them down in a few quick movements. One hand slid down his deeply concave waist to his opening, forcefully probing with a single finger into the wet, hot place.
“—Ah!” Chu He let out an extremely short groan, urgently gasping, “Gentler…”
Zhou Hui grabbed his chin, forcing him to turn his face for a kiss. This motion clearly put a great strain on his neck. A muffled sound came from deep in Chu He’s throat, but then he stiffened, feeling another finger brutally thrust into his rear opening.
“You’re wet,” Zhou Hui said with a cruel smile, “Incredibly wet…”
The friction and pleasure came from deep inside his body, making a clear squelching sound because of how much fluid there was. Chu He’s eyes quickly reddened, his lips unconsciously slightly parted, incredibly moist in the dim light. Saliva he hadn’t managed to swallow dribbled from the corner of his mouth, which Zhou Hui licked away as he lowered his head and asked, “Is it that good, huh?”
“…You stud…”
“You asked for it; don’t deny it,” Zhou Hui whispered close to his ear, “I can make you cum just with my hand, believe it or not?”
Before he finished speaking, his fingers’ thrusting accelerated suddenly. He expertly hooked inwards and rubbed with his fingertips. Chu He’s legs went soft from the stimulation, and the electric pleasure made him unable to even vocalize. Fluid even streamed down his thighs.
Strands of his hair escaped from his hair tie, his temples drenched with sweat, his face flushed as if steamed by lust. His front had long since hardened. In his struggle, he tried to reach out to pleasure himself, but Zhou Hui immediately seized his wrist, twisting it behind his back, while punitively pushing his fingers deeper, using the calluses on his fingertips to brutally scrape the exquisitely sensitive tender flesh inside.
“Ah… ah!” Chu He finally let out an unbearable cry, “Too… too much… ah!”
His inside spasmed and swallowed violently, making loud squelching sounds. But he heard nothing, his mind a blank from the overwhelming pleasure. His entire waist arched, only to be pulled back fiercely by Zhou Hui, his full weight suddenly tipping backward.
And the fingers, wreaking havoc inside him, plunged even deeper because of this, almost sadistically scraping and thrusting, each movement drilling deeply into his interior that was clenched tight from too much pleasure.
In this brutal and terrifying pleasure, Chu He uncontrollably reached climax. He truly orgasmed without even touching his front, his passage miserably clenching, trying to bite down on the fingers. His cries were almost shattered, but his waist was helplessly soft, as if even his fingertips were saturated with butter, utterly powerless.
The next second, Zhou Hui pulled out his dripping wet fingers.
Chu He couldn’t even react to what was happening; an unbearable weakness and emptiness suddenly assailed him from deep inside. But this time he wasn’t intentionally tormented, because immediately after, something even hotter and thicker inserted itself, slamming him hard against the wall!
“Zhou… Zhou Hui!”
His poor, tender flesh convulsed violently from the climax, but Zhou Hui still forcefully plunged all the way in, then almost completely withdrew, only to push hard to the very deepest point again. His passage was forced open to its maximum. Every pulsing blue vein on that thick, long pe-nis was exceptionally clear and distinct. On top of the already heightened state of climax, the even more overwhelming and rampant pleasure was like an electric whip, thoroughly lashing every inch of his inside.
Chu He simply couldn’t support his body. Zhou Hui bore his entire weight, gripping the hair at the back of his head with five fingers, forcing him to lift his head, exposing his sweat-drenched, defenseless neck.
“Feels good, huh?”
Chu He’s entire consciousness was muddled and disoriented. Zhou Hui repeated the question three or four times before he tremblingly opened his mouth, but before he could utter a sound, he was silenced by an even fiercer thrust.
“Running out without covering yourself, aren’t you just asking for it?” Zhou Hui panted, kissing him, his eyes slightly red with excitement, and hoarsely said, “Itchy, isn’t it, huh? You want me, right? You want me to fu-ck you a bit, right?”
Chu He’s entire face was wet, long eyelashes glistening with moisture, impossible to tell if it was sweat or tears from excessive pleasure. In the dim light, he was so wet it was as if he’d been washed, his skin translucent white, seemingly permeated by the aura of desire from within, even his gasps carried an alluring quality that made one want to take him completely.
Zhou Hui was practically driven to a frenzy of excitement. In the darkness, his pupils were blood-red, he breathed like a devil, thrusting in heavily again and again. In the midst of their violent movements, Chu He’s shirt slipped down from his twisted elbows, revealing a large expanse of his taut, pale back. There, between his spine and lumbar vertebrae, half of a black ring starkly extended from the bone, pressed against the muscle.
—That was actually a locking ring, passed through a specific bone between his spine and lumbar vertebrae, piercing the muscle and locked onto the skin’s surface. The ring was densely inscribed with countless Sanskrit forbidden incantations.
The black stone material was semi-transparent under the light, faintly revealing another layer inside the ring, hollowed out and intricately carved with a gracefully dancing phoenix.
Zhou Hui leaned down to kiss his spine, feeling Chu He stiffen, then struggle desperately due to sensitivity, only to be immediately pressed hard against the concrete wall in the secluded alley. For Zhou Hui, this was the most thrilling moment. He freed one hand to forcefully pinch and twist the flesh around the locking ring, and with this intensely sadistic action, he felt every segment of the slender body’s spine hard against his hand. And at that most vital point, a forbidden incantation was locked, one that only he could undo.
“Still going to run next time?” He bit Chu He’s ear, thrusting the brutal weapon in with a cold, ruthless force, and hoarsely asked, “Still dare to run off with other men next time, huh?”
Chu He couldn’t even make out what he was saying. The pleasure inside his body finally reached its explosive peak, like crackling, numbing electricity striking deep within, fiercely devouring his last vestiges of sanity.
He erupted again, utterly exhausted, almost losing consciousness in that moment.
It took a full ten seconds or more for him to barely recover from his stupor, his mind hazy, his body limp and numb from the too intense and prolonged stimulation, unable to even recall where he was.
Zhou Hui made him turn around to face him, cradling his waist, lifting him up, and pinning him to the wall. In that position, he effortlessly penetrated the already wet, hot, and softened entrance once more.
“How did you get tight again the moment I eased up a bit?” Zhou Hui brushed away the sweat-damp hair from his temples, chuckling softly, “Are you that shy?”
Chu He gasped intermittently, “I really can’t… anymore…”
“Can’t anymore now? It’s still early.”
Zhou Hui kissed the corner of his lips. Though smiling, his eyes revealed undisguised intimacy and cruelty: “Who told you to be so sensitive you can’t even be touched anywhere, and still run out like this, flaunting yourself in front of so many people…”
Chu He gasped in despair, his chin gripped, and a deep kiss was pressed upon him.
“—You little phoenix, you deserve to be caught, plucked clean, and eaten completely.”
