Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 149: A dash of NSFW

Han Xin entered the bedroom, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders. He sat on the chaise, his expression lost and distant. In his hand, he held the dagger that belonged to Xiang Yu, its blade glinting faintly in the dim light. His mind wandered back to the first time they met, how Xiang Yu had annoyed him with that infuriating smirk.

He remembered their fights, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief before he did something to annoy him. He recalled the ruthless efficiency with which Xiang Yu had killed that wolf, a testament to his strength and skill. Despite himself, he found a smile tugging at his lips. He caressed the hilt of the dagger, his smile morphing into one of self-deprecation.

Just then, a sound from outside broke his reverie. He glanced towards the window but saw nothing. Standing up, he walked outside, the cool breeze brushing through his hair. The moonlight bathed the backyard in a soft, ethereal glow.

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows behind him, a voice that was all too familiar. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. His body stiffened, and he swallowed hard.

"So, you don’t even want to look at me?" said Xiang Yu his voice laced with hurt and sadness.

He stepped out from the shadows, his presence commanding. Han Xin’s heart ached at the sight of him. Xiang Yu slowly walked in front of Han Xin blocking out the words the Divine Emperor had said to him earlier.

He shouldn’t be here, but he couldn’t stand not being able to see Han Xin, so when he heard he had been detained in the palace, he had waited this long to finally pay him a visit.

He reached out to touch him, but Han Xin stepped back. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice strained.

Xiang Yu’s face fell, a pang of pain flashing in his eyes. He understood why Han Xin was acting this way. Han Xin still couldn’t accept his identity as his enemy let alone as a man. "I don’t want to see you. Just go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Xiang Yu sighed, his tone dejected. "Okay," he said, turning to leave. Han Xin’s body quivered, his chest heaving with unspoken emotions. He couldn’t believe Xiang Yu would just walk away like that.

Sure, he had told him to leave, but he didn’t think he would go without a fight. As expected, he was just a means to an end for Xiang Yu, and he had outlived his usefulness. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Just as he was about to call him out on it, Xiang Yu suddenly turned back and gripped Han Xin’s hand, the one holding the dagger. He pulled Han Xin’s hand to his throat, the blade pressing against his skin.

"Since I am your enemy and a threat to Yige, where do you want the knife? Do you want it here?" Xiang Yu’s voice was steady. "You can slit my throat, and the emperor will be indebted to you. Come on, then. Or maybe you prefer to stab me in the heart. I won’t stop you."

Han Xin’s eyes widened in horror. "Xiang Yu, stop," he pleaded.

"Why not?... Why can’t you just do it? I am your enemy after all. If you kill me, everything ends here. Or maybe you are worried about my army going on a warpath to avenge me. Don’t worry, they won’t. Now go on." Xiang Yu moved the knife to his chest, his eyes never leaving Han Xin’s.

Han Xin stared at him his bloodshot eyes filled with anguish. His body trembled with the effort to hold back his emotions. Xiang Yu moved the knife to his abdomen, the tip of the blade tearing through his clothes and grazing his skin. Blood dripped out, staining the fabric.

"It’s okay," Xiang Yu said softly. This was the only way he could think of to help Han Xin and free him from the place he was being detained. "I am the villain in this story. I deserve it for hurting you."

Han Xin couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably. He wanted to stop, but he was overcome with emotion. He tossed the bloodied dagger away and cried out, "Yu Yu, you are so heartless."

Xiang Yu was taken aback. He stared at Han Xin at a loss for a moment. He never thought he was worth crying over. Even when he got hurt and Lian and Mei cried at his bedside when they were six years old, he told them not to cry over him. He wasn’t worth all the tears. This was the first time he saw a grown man cry over him.

He suddenly pressed Han Xin against the wall, his heart beating fast. The intensity of the moment hung heavy in the air, their breaths mingling as they stood close, the weight of their unspoken feelings pressing down on them both.

He cupped Han Xin’s face, wiping away the tears that streaked his cheeks with his thumbs. Han Xin tried to pull away, but he held him firm, pressing their lips together in a fierce kiss. His lips were soft and pliant, and Xiang Yu tasted the lingering sweetness of the sweet wine Han Xin had been drinking earlier.

Han Xin knew he should push Xiang Yu away, but he couldn’t. With a quiet groan, he surrendered to the pleasure of the moment. He found himself grabbing the back of Xiang Yu’s neck his fingers tangling in the man’s silky hair.

He pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, exploring the contours of Xiang Yu’s mouth with eager enthusiasm. Xiang Yu’s heart thundered in his chest as he felt Han Xin’s initial resistance melt away.

Their breaths were hot and ragged as their tongues entwined together in a sensual rhythm, each stroke igniting a fire within them. Xiang Yu’s hands roamed frantically over Han Xin’s body, resting on his thigh, and then slowly inching upwards.

Han Xin’s breath hitched as he felt Xiang Yu’s touch through the thin fabric of his pants. He was rock hard, his desire for this man evident and undeniable. He moaned when Xiang Yu cupped his hardness through his clothes.

Xiang Yu’s fingers teased the bulge in Han Xin’s pants, stroking the length of his hardness through the fabric. Han Xin’s breath grew ragged, his hips thrusting involuntarily against Xiang Yu’s hand. He had never felt this level of passion before, and he wanted more. Much more.

"Yu Yu," Han Xin breathed, but Xiang Yu silenced him with another kiss. His hand slipped into the man’s pants and moved expertly over Han Xin’s cock which was hot and hard in his palm.