Translator: rosesong
Editor: Elanor
WARNINGS: 18+ only!!! Extremely explicit NSFW smut!!! Dubcon, discharging foreign objects, slight 3p and more. DL; DR, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Yu Ru’e was in a daze, tears streaming down his cheeks. He could only let out muffled groans. While lost in the unbearable sensation of suffocation, he had been pounded to a near-extreme orgasm with two coarse percussion mallets by his own disciple.
The Ghost King smiled, “This ghost prostitute is really lustful, isn’t it?”
“A ghost prostitute would naturally be promiscuous. Spreading open their two wanton holes and drawing out semen, is their soul-sucking method of serving men. What’s it to me?” Long ChiLe said impatiently, “Where’s my shizun?”
Having been thought of as a prostitute by his own disciple, Yu Ru’e felt extremely humiliated. His holes fluttered even more wildly, and the entire expanse of his naked lower body was so hot that it was on the verge of melting. As desire surged through his body, the ghost fetus in his abdomen suddenly jerked. Wrapped in a large quantity of slippery, crystal-clear fluids, it began to sink down towards the loosened cervix.
He clutched at his lower abdomen, his expression taking a turn for the worse. His cervix had already expanded to three-fingers-width, but was being firmly blocked by the percussion mallet.
Long ChiLe had been paying attention to Yu Ru’e out of the corner of his eyes the entire time. Seeing his entire body shuddering violently, he instantly lost all interest in play-acting with the Ghost King, and immediately carried him down from the drum frame in one swift motion.
Judging from his round, pregnant belly and the milk seeping out from the tips of his nipples, his cervix had obviously been fucked open by a man and wild seeds had been sowed within. Fury and envy rose in his heart, and he desperately wanted to abandon their alliance, steal away his nest and walk off.
He half-embraced Yu Ru’e, kissing the tender red tip of his tongue, which resembled the core of a flower. With great mouthfuls, he sucked his shizun’s pained breaths into his own throat. There was a hint of sweetness mixed within those laborious exhales. Two fingers pinched the crimson areolas, the translucent skin there was bulging with milk. Bit by bit, they pressed up towards the tips of the nipples, which were round and protruding like fingertips. He slowly rubbed away the excess milk that had dried into hard crusts there. The entirety of those soft, plump nipples were kneaded by him until they became sore and heated, and close to melting. The milk stored underneath the delicate red areolas made sloshing sounds, and was squeezed out drop by drop through the narrow openings in the nipples.
Yu Ru’e was quivering all over due to the kneading from his disciple’s scalding hot fingers. He couldn’t help but to raise his neck and lean onto his shoulder.
“Shizun is so obedient. Do your soft breasts hurt? This disciple will help Shizun massage them.” Long ChiLe’s heart was warmed by Yu Ru’e’s subconscious dependence. The movements of his fingers were varied, and his touches lingering. As he massaged those breasts, he lowered his head to tenderly suck at the milk flowing out.
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The Ghost King knelt between Yu Ru’e’s legs, stroking his twitching lower abdomen. The ghostly energy that had been bound around his entire body was removed, revealing the glowing white skin beneath. The skin was as pale as mutton fat, and flushed red all over, shining with sweat.
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The Ghost King slowly massaged Yu Ru’e’s round belly, exerting gentle and unhurried pressure. At the same time, he placed four of his fingers together, and thrust them into the soft, flushed and slick pussy, slowly stretching out the hole. The tips of his fingers touched and stroked against every inch of the tender and delicate walls of the cunt, prodding at the sensitive spots again and again, making the swollen, aching pussy extremely slick, almost as if it had been immersed in warm water. The Ghost King lowered his head, taking the swollen clit into his mouth, tenderly teasing it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue.
Yu Ru’e’s body had long become soft as a sponge from the extreme orgasms. Under the Ghost King’s caresses, his pussy began to leak even more, the hole soft and smooth like red silk.
In fact, this extremely tender bout of ministrations by the Ghost King left his vision hazy with pleasure, making him forget that he was currently suffering through labour. The top of his little disciple’s soft, inky-black hair was swaying indistinctly in front of him, one of the injured remnants of his horns still stained with blood. It was obvious that it had been broken off by someone.
“This disciple is also in pain,” Long ChiLe rubbed against Yu Ru’e’s light red lips with his damaged horn, saying coquettishly, “I’ll help Shizun massage his slutty tits, and Shizun can help me lick my horn too, okay?”
Yu Ru’e’s lips opened slightly, and he took that pitch-black horn into his mouth. His smooth, scalding hot tongue slowly licked at the site of the fracture, as if he was gently licking the soft fur of a cub.
The saliva of immortals had analgesic and healing properties. Whenever Long ChiLe was wounded as a child, he would always lay in Yu Ru’e’s arms, letting him stick out the tip of his tongue to lap tenderly at his injuries, until his scales were all wet.
This time, Long ChiLe’s body naturally grew limp with pleasure from the licking, and even the two cocks at his groin peeked out their heads disrespectfully.
The corners of the Ghost King’s lips carried the hint of a sneer. All of a sudden, the rows of his teeth clamped together, biting down heavily on the swollen, satiny-smooth clit.
Yu Ru’e was caught off guard, and sharp electric-like pleasure struck his clit, rapidly coursing through the entire area. He was instantaneously sent to a climax. His cervix gaped, and a bundle of ghost energy enveloped in crystal-clear saliva, broke through his cervix in one go, sliding into the convulsing tunnel.
The folds of his pussy spread open simultaneously, like a peony in full bloom, red bursting forth from the flushed core. His cunt widened suddenly, and the expanse of soft, slick red flesh inside bulged out, like clam meat sliding wetly out of its shell, pushing out a large cloud of smoke-like ghost energy.
But with a light jingling sound, the ghost energy suddenly dissipated. In its place, a mild, transparent green jade ring lay quietly in a big pool of lewd fluids.
The Ghost King smiled faintly. He gathered Yu Ru’e’s sweat-soaked white hair in one hand, and tied it with the jade ring. The white hair looked clear and cold, like snow that had just begun to melt, while the jade ring was a pure green, like river water rising in spring.
Hundreds of years ago, when Yu Ru’e had personally sealed away his own cultivation, and was wandering throughout the mortal realm, he had tied his hair with this very ring.
At that time, there was a scholar, whose surname was Yuan, with the name Jixue. He was extremely isolated and weak, and his state of poverty had been worsened by his chronic illness. As such, he had no choice but to live alone in the temple of a ghost immortal. The ghost temple was dilapidated, the paper covering the windows having almost decayed into nothing. While he was coughing repeatedly due to the cold wind, his face white as a sheet of paper, he saw the white silk-like strands of an immortal’s hair hanging down, and a little bit of the bright red pearl of the immortal’s lips through the window frame.
It was like a white plum blossom, as pure and bright as a piece of jade, that had bloomed on a pitch-black branch.
With just this fleeting glimpse, Yuan Jixue felt a wild fervour emerge amidst his wonder.
If Yu Ru’e was to push open the doors of the temple and glance around, he would’ve noticed that the four walls of the temple were all covered in paintings of a white-haired immortal dressed in black. Some were standing, while others were sitting, though none had any facial features drawn, except for that little bit of colour in the pearl of their lips – this had been the result of the scholar biting open his fingertip, and staining the area with blood.
Yuan Jixue had exhausted all his mental and physical strength to resist succumbing to his sickly body. When the last wisp of his lifeforce slowly left his body, it became a living soul. His soul followed Yu Ru’e in a daze.
At that time, his seven physical souls were scattered, and he was extremely temperamental. Sometimes, when Yu Ru’e was unguarded, he would take advantage, and lap at the pearl of his lip like a young child, sucking on it until it became glassy and swollen. At other times, he would wait till Yu Ru’e was resting, before pulling apart his black robes, and using the rouge that he had stolen from the ghost mother to spread all over his nipples, pinching the area into a reddened mess. Otherwise, he would play with the immortal’s frost-white hair, fiddling with the green jade ring and making it sway back and forth.
No matter whether he was playing pranks or attentively watching over Yu Ru’e, the immortal’s eyes always remained clear and bright, with nothing and no one in them. What’s more, he was just a lonely wisp of a soul, and was naturally invisible.
It wasn’t until he blocked a blow from the Ghost King for Yu Ru’e, and his soul was about to dissipate, that a murky shadow of his spirit became visible.
Yu Ru’e fed him blood, and untied the green jade ring from his hair, giving it to him and granting him a promise in the next life.
Yuan Jixue sucked on the tip of Yu Ru’e’s finger, gazing at his messy appearance, with his white hair hanging down and in disarray. He said, “Why wait for the next life? I only want to request… love from xian-zhang.”
Yu Ru’e replied, “Since you already understand love, why request this from me?”
Yuan Jixue sighed, and dissipated like smoke.
When he was reincarnated, he was indeed holding a green jade ring in his hands.
Yu Ru’e went to find him. The room was covered in red silk, the fabric dragging on the floor. Wedding candles shone brightly, but Yuan Jixue was leaning against the window in a seated position, his face bleak. A green jade ring lay quietly on his knee. The clear, gentle light reflecting off the jade ring danced on his eyelashes, but was unable to illuminate the deep gloom in the depths of his eyes.
“With this ring, I wish to ask xian-zhang for marriage.” Yuan Jixue said, while covering his lips and coughing, his breathing weak.
When people got married, they would paint a spot of rouge on their partner’s lips.
Similarly, he had smeared a bit of red on his fingertip. But that was not rouge. Instead, it was his heart’s blood. This had been made from the evil soil around his ten lifetimes worth of graves, and the scarlet red was steeped in a murky, ominous air. With just a dot of it on the immortal’s lips, it would transform into a wicked crimson luan that would drag the immortal into the cycle of reincarnation, forcing him to be entangled with Yuan Jixue forever.
He saw the immortal lean over the couch, and bend his head down slightly, the soft, cool white silk-like strands of his hair falling over his cheeks. But due to having been chronically ill, he could only raise his wrist feebly. Before he could even touch that bright red pearl of Yu Ru’e’s lips, his arm slumped down.
His fate was tampered with by the Ghost King, and he was left to suffer the life of a lonely fiend. His destiny was to be impoverished and trapped by frustrations and disappointments for lifetimes, never able to meet a good end. During his third lifetime with this fate, Yu Ru’e found him early on, and saved him from a frame-up, protecting him from the shadows. Afterwards, he proved to be overwhelmingly talented. As a youth, he topped the imperial examinations in the country, the city, and eventually the court. As a young man, he reached the highest possible position for an official in court. The corners of his lips always carried a friendly smile, and he always had an air of refined grace, with a jade ring tied around the waist of his green robes. It was just that his nature grew increasingly malicious, and his methods were brutal. There was not a single moment where no one feared him.
When Yu Ru’e saw him, he said, “You’ve damaged your virtues, and will meet your end soon.”
Yuan Jixue smiled slightly, gazing at him for an instant, “This time, all I ask for is an evening of pleasure.”
He had added strong drugs in the cup, and the moment a drop of the drugged water touched Yu Ru’e’s lips, he felt his head spin. He could only let Yuan Jixue remove the black robes on his body, and uncover his crystal-clear, snow-white neck and shoulders. Feeling like this was not enough, Yuan Jixue tied the immortal to the bed, binding his waist and forcefully prying his two long legs apart. Unexpectedly, there was a small, tender red slit under the white jade-like cock. The thin and delicate folds were tightly shut, revealing only a tiny bit of the fragile-looking pink clit peeking through. It was obvious that he had never been deflowered. Even the hole between his ass was fine and soft, its colour light, as though a little bit of rouge had been spread around it.
Yuan Jixue kissed and lapped at Yu Ru’e’s thin red lips, his expression gentle. At the same time, he wantonly played with the two virginal sexual organs. He pressed down the clit with his thumb and dug at it in an almost brutal manner, rubbing and rolling at that delicate clit until it was flushed all over. His knuckles were bent as the fingers battered against the slit, ramming until the folds were red and flipping outwards, becoming unbearably heated and swollen. Yu Ru’e’s pussy was still delicate and inexperienced, so how could he possibly withstand Yuan Jixue’s methods? His thighs immediately began to tremble, and his very first strand of sticky fluids seeped out from the attack.
“Xian-zhang’s body is really tender. With just these two fingers that I haven’t even thrust in yet, your delicate opening has already almost been wrecked.” Yuan Jixue said with a smile.
He cupped the immortal’s snow-white ass in his hands, and peeled apart the twitching, rouge-red folds.
All of a sudden, Yuan Jixue’s body shuddered, and a trail of blood trickled out from the corners of his lips. The zhen poison in his body had finally taken effect.
T/N: So the Ghost King’s real name and past have finally been revealed 
Do you guys think he ever really loved Yu Ru’e? Or was he always just selfishly obsessed with obtaining him?
In the end, who was the one who had first fell in love with Yu Ru’er?
good question! you’ll find out in the next few chapters 😉 (that is, if any of their feelings towards Yu Ru’e can even be considered love😶)
Yes, let me correct it- who was the one who was lusting after Yu Ru’er first
Thank you for translating~~ I don’t think anyone loved Yu Ru’e sadly fff but honestly, i am glad that Yu Ru’e can’t feel nor understand (?) love. i wonder what will happen in the future?
Wow at the beginning thought that he was the ghost king but I wasn’t sure until you said so😅 also out of all of them I them, I think that any of them love yu ru’e except for the disciple but even his love is also like an obsession
Thanks for the chapter!❤️
I don’t think any of them love our MC tbh, not even the last gong to debut later… They don’t seem to treat him anything more than a toy and/or possession T-T