Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 150: A smidge of NSFW

It sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. Xiang Yu’s brow arched staring down at it with curiosity. It seemed immortals were quite generous to themselves. Their tools were as thick and lengthy as the candles in the temples.

He didn’t care that they were outside. Besides he had dealt with all the guards guarding the backyard. There was no possibility that they would be caught. He parted their lips and his lips trailed down Han Xin’s cheek to his neck.

Han Xin gasped as Xiang Yu sucked on his neck, his hand moving faster and faster over his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good, this alive. He couldn’t help but moan as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a cry, he came hard, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. When his body relaxed Han Xin pulled his hand out of Han Xin’s pants and licked the cum off his fingers.

Han Xin couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There was something almost primal and sensual about the way Xiang Yu was licking his fingers. He found himself leaning in for another kiss. This time, he was the one who deepened it, biting and sucking on Xiang Yu’s mouth.

Xiang Yu moaned, his body pressing against Han Xin’s. Han Xin realised, with shock, that he wanted this. He wanted Xiang Yu, despite everything. He didn’t care what his mother or the emperor thought. He didn’t even care for the consequences.

After parting their lips, Xiang Yu stood before Han Xin, his eyes searching for answers in the depths of the man’s gaze. "Do you want to be with me?" he asked, his voice steady.

Han Xin pressed their foreheads together, his breath hitching. Words failed him, the weight of the question pressing down on his chest. Xiang Yu’s presence was overwhelming, a mix of comfort and chaos. "If you don’t want to be with me, I won’t bother you any more," Xiang Yu continued, his voice softening. "This will be the last time I see you."

Panic surged through Han Xin, and he grabbed Xiang Yu’s hand, his grip firm. "No, I want to be with you, but... how can we be together?" His voice was breathy, filled with desperation.

They were from enemy countries, and as the crown prince of Zhen, shouldn’t Xiang Yu be expected to marry a crown princess? This love seemed doomed before it could even sprout.

Xiang Yu smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that was mesmerising. "Just leave that to me. All you have to tell me is whether you want to be with me or not."

Han Xin’s heart pounded in his chest. "I want to be with you," he confessed, the words tumbling out with raw honesty.

Xiang Yu’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction. He had been so jealous earlier when he saw Peng Xiu in a replica set of clothes that Han Xin bought for him as a gift kneeling before him, begging for his love. For a moment, he thought that Han Xin would agree, but he walked away from her with no courtesy of that of a gentleman.

Knowing that Han Xin still wanted to be with him despite his gender, Xiang Yu felt a surge of triumph. He leaned in and kissed Han Xin, the kiss filled with passion and deep emotion. As their lips parted, he whispered into Han Xin’s ear, "I will see you tomorrow."

Han Xin knew Xiang Yu was meeting the emperor tomorrow, but the thought of him leaving now was unbearable. "Won’t you spend the night with me?" he asked, his voice tinged with longing.

He wanted to spend every waking moment with Xiang Yu, to hold him close and never let go. What if he let’s him leave now and he never returns? He couldn’t bear any more heart breaks.

Xiang Yu draped his arms around Han Xin, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "We will have all the time in the world to be together," he murmured. "I need to go and prepare for tomorrow."

Han Xin’s heart ached with reluctance, but he nodded, hugging Xiang Yu tightly. "Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of hope and sorrow. As Xiang Yu pulled away, he watched him go, his heart heavy with the weight of their uncertain future.

***

Xiang Yu returned to the military camp outside Yige’s capital, the cool night air brushing against his skin. The camp was alive with the quiet hum of soldiers preparing for the next day’s duties. As he approached, Xiang Wei met him right outside the camp, his face a mix of relief and frustration.

"Yu-ge, are you crazy?" he yelled in a loud whisper, his eyes wide with concern. "I was about to come find you. Why would you run off alone?"

Xiang Yu, in an unusually good mood, pinched Xiang Wei’s cheek gently. "You worry too much," he said with a teasing smile.

Xiang Wei covered his cheek, pouting before following his brother. "Yu-ge, are you serious? Do you really want to be with that general? Didn’t you like Peng Xiu before?"

Xiang Yu turned to face him, and Xiang Wei’s eyes widened when he saw the bright red mark on his lips. That was obviously a lip hickey and he didn’t have it before he left.

"You... he forgave you?" he stammered. He didn’t think of dissuading Xiang Yu before because he was sure that Han Xin wouldn’t even consider being with his brother but it turns out he was wrong. He had underestimated his brother’s charm.

Xiang Yu’s smile widened. "That is going to be your sister-in-law, so you should get used to it. Now, get the betrothal gifts ready. I don’t want Yige to think we are too cheap."

Xiang Wei nodded, still in shock, as Xiang Yu entered his tent. Inside, Lian and Mei were sleeping soundly, while Baihe sat reading by the dim light of a lantern. Xiang Yu’s presence immediately drew Baihe’s attention.

"Why aren’t you sleeping?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Baihe stood up and smiled. "Master, I couldn’t sleep until you returned."

Xiang Yu ruffled Baihe’s hair affectionately. "Go to sleep now."

Baihe nodded. "Okay," he said, walking out of the tent with a contented smile. It seemed the little one had finally come to accept that Xiang Yu was no princess but a big brother from the enemy country. He eventually accepted the fact and nothing changed between them.

Xiang Yu sat down, a sense of peace washing over him. But his tranquillity was short-lived as the voice of the Divine Emperor echoed in his mind. "You have really chosen to offend me," the emperor said, his tone cold and disapproving.

Xiang Yu sighed, knowing this confrontation was inevitable. "Peng Xiu was going to force him to be with her. That would defeat the purpose. I am only doing what is right."

The Divine Emperor scoffed. "You didn’t keep your promise to not speak to him. You should have left it alone. That was the plan after all. You break his heart, scar him for life and done."

Xiang Yu paused, pouring himself a cup of water. "I am only trying to complete the task. What if Peng Xiu wore him down. This is the best possible outcome," he replied, his voice steady.

"Don’t you think I know what you are after, you vixen? His soul fragment might be weak, but his Qi is still strong and beneficial to you, you little demon... Forget it. I will let this go this time," the Divine Emperor said, his tone grudgingly lenient. "But in the next world, I don’t want you to even look at Han Xin."

Xiang Yu’s hand paused mid-pour, the weight of the emperor’s words sinking in. "Okay... sure, " he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.