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The demon realm’s monsters were predictable in the pattern of their behaviour – sensing the human qi, their excitement overrode their survival instinct.

“Pathetic,” Liu Qingge muttered, flicking his blade to the side. The blood spread over the forest clearing, and the corpse of a beast, tall as a ginkgo tree, lay beside him.

Tucking away necessary ingredients, Liu Qingge hauled the beast onto his shoulders, Cheng Luan underneath, and headed towards the demon palace in the southern territory.

Luo Binghe had been expecting him, as he was the one who sent him a letter a week ago.

***

The demon palace was quiet, which would be unnerving on every other building of demons, but not Luo Binghe’s. The man himself was raised in Qing Jing’s tranquility, so it was no surprise.

However, this silence was one that Liu Qingge was intimately familiar with: the tension of the battle. Frowning, Liu Qingge had dropped off the corpse in the inner courtyard, instead of the outer. He did not sense any servants yet.

Walking down the same corridors, the sense of uneasiness of these walls only intensified. Once Liu Qingge caught the glimpse of a demoness, clearly a servant, he approached her with careful steps.

She shrunk as she noticed him. “Lord Liu! We did not expect you today.”

Liu Qingge pierced her with glare. Demons had great instincts: she stopped fidgeting, and said. “Lord Luo is unable to meet you. He is… indisposed… with his natural human alignment.”

What? Liu Qingge scanned her, but it was useless – demons did not usually lie in the face of death.

“Where is he?” he asked, already turning away.

“He should be with Mobei Jun in the commission room,” came from behind, and Liu Qingge did not waste time.

Before he kicked the heavy door open, they burst out, Mobei Jun colliding with the column. The northern general did not acknowledge Liu Qingge’s presence, rising up again, he charged at the attacked, who was…

Luo Binghe stood in the center of the room, his eyes glowing with a red hue. His lips twisted in a snarl, as he parried Mobei Jun’s ice swords, and caught him by the throat, lifting him up.

The room was filled with icicles and demonic aura. And the smell… Liu Qingge’s memory flickered with the vision of Bai Zhan disciples in their ruts, fighting for dominance in the sparring arenas.

So that’s what it was.

Liu Qingge paused in his steps. He could employ different strategies: pair up with either Mobei Jun and Luo Binghe; take down both of them, or attempt something only he could do at this moment.

With a sharp intake of breath, Liu Qingge released some of his scent into the room. Immediately, two alphas turned to him, but his senses were focused only on one.

Smoky, powerful, wrong – Luo Binghe’s scent sent tingles down his spine. Liu Qingge, emboldened by the fury dulling with clarity in Luo Binghe’s gaze, commanded, “Calm down.”

Luo Binghe eased his sneer into a frown, and dropped Mobei, who staggered back.

“What are you doing here?” Luo Binghe asked in a clear voice, stepping in Liu Qingge’s direction. Liu Qingge did not budge until their robes brushed against each other, and Luo Binghe’s towering frame completely blocked his view. The demon pinned him to the wall.

Of course, Liu Qingge knew the protocol: he tilted his head slightly, and his scent turned intentional – light snowfall on a sunny day.

Liu Qingge looked up at him, “You sent me a letter last week.”

Luo Binghe’s pale face showed nothing, but he turned slightly. His eyes, back to glimmering abyss, swept over the ruins. Mobei Jun nodded, and stepped into a portal, vanishing from sight.

The demon emperor took a step back. He bowed, “This one apologises to Liu-shishu for such an unsightly welcome.”

Silently, Liu Qingge retreated his scent, observing Luo Binghe carefully.

Luo Binghe smiled, his tone laced with tiredness, “I’m not a rutting beast, Liu Qingge. I can control myself to… some extent.”

“Don’t bother with excuses,” Liu Qingge retorted. The infamous Qing Jing’s jewel, currently the demon sovereign, was an enigma that Liu Qingge did not bother solving.

However, Liu Qingge was a man who returns kindness tenfold. Liu Qingge pressed his lips, leaving behind a curt, “I will see you in the evening.”

He needed time to think before he could offer something that was non-retractable.

Luo Binghe’s gaze weighed him down until he turned around the corner.

***

The room was lit with only bedside candles. Luo Binghe was sitting on a luxurious bed, his silk robes tied loosely.

Liu Qingge entered quietly, closing the door behind him. A servant, who was sent to him scurried away, before their presence alarmed the beast.

Luo Binghe drawled out, “Is shishu not bothered in the slightest?”

Liu Qingge took several steps in his direction, a bundle of customary gifts in his hand with the letter peeking out. “I’ll offer this.”

He set it down near the bed. Between them, only a length of a sword remained.

“And I offer you,” Liu Qingge closed the gap, placing his hands on broad shoulders, “myself.”

Luo Binghe didn’t twitch a muscle. He studied Liu Qingge, his crimson gaze measuring, “I’m not interested in anyone besides shizun.”

“It didn’t stop you from saving me,” Liu Qingge’s hand trailed down, right above Luo Binghe’s heart. The demon’s chest thrummed with a rhythm, calm and steady.

He must be barely restraining himself.

Liu Qingge saw the memories flash in those eyes. The forest, the plant, the act.

Luo Binghe could have left him at any moment, but he didn’t. More than that, he was gentle.

And Liu Qingge would always repay kindness, “The demons say that your cycle is abnormal.”

Slightly, he lessened his hold on his scent, and it seeped into the room, inviting. Liu Qingge smirked, seeing how the demon’s pupils swelled. For his last performance, he bent down, his voice a whisper, “Let me help you, Binghe.”

But Binghe was anything if not stubborn. He bit his lip, his fangs already growing, and the blood trickled down in a line, reaching his chin. It dripped on his robes; on the omega’s hand, still gripping the neckline.

Luo Binghe growled, his scent spiking. Liu Qingge barely resisted a shiver.

“You don’t understand what you’re offering,” Luo Binghe said, “No muzzles, no restraints can keep me if I decide—“

Liu Qingge gently pushed him down, settling down on the demon’s lap. His hand worked its way under the gaping robe, finding a growing bud, and twisting without a hesitation.

Luo Binghe grunted, bucking his hips up. Liu Qingge felt the hard shape burn through the layers of clothing, eager to leave an imprint on the skin.

“So,” Liu Qingge sat up straight, looking down on the demon emperor, “Do you agree?”

Luo Binghe surged up, his teeth immediately catching on Liu Qingge’s lips. In a truly demonic fashion, his fangs punctured the sensitive skin, and his mouth filled with sweet blood.

Liu Qingge didn’t seem to mind: his hands circled the alpha’s shoulders, bringing them even closer. Between their bodies, the heat grew – and soon Luo Binghe harshly tugged off Liu Qingge’s pants.

A wet cunt adorned with a dark bush – the demon’s mouth filled with saliva.

Before he could even catch a whiff, Liu Qingge dragged him by his locks. “Stay still.”

Liu Qingge calculated, watching in amusement, as the demon panted, the string of drool mixed with blood at the corner of his mouth. Luo Binghe should still be in pre-rut, and soon his full rut will set in.

He had a great option for the first position.

Soon, Liu Qingge sat down on the monstrous cock with a relieved sigh.

Luo Binghe whimpered, his hips trembling. Liu Qingge’s earlier command seemed to work efficiently.

“Good mut,” Liu Qingge whispered. He ripped his guan off, letting his hair cascade like a dark river over his shoulders. Luo Binghe’s gaze stayed transfixed on Liu Qingge, his whimpers growing louder after the praise.

The cock felt so hot, and so right. Liu Qingge’s scent – storm in a night – bloomed in a room, and Luo Binghe’s curled with a pleasure.

Luo Binghe’s first thrust was divine, conquering his cunt with a single push.

“Ah,” Liu Qingge’s hands couldn’t hold him, and he fell on alpha’s chest. His heartbeat was in a drumming crescendo, and, as if following the same rhythm, Luo Binghe started to move.

Luo Binghe latched to the presented neck, sucking a bruise right above the scenting gland. There, where the omega’s scent was most potent, was his oasis.

With each forceful thrust, their hips pressed against each other, Luo Binghe’s balls flush against Liu Qingge’s ass. Liu Qingge’s slick soaked their robes, the demon’s precum a glue between Liu Qingge’s thighs.

Moans, creaks, growls – a cacophony of a mating ritual.

Feeling the growing knot, Liu Qingge tried to sit up straight, but Luo Binghe grunted against his neck, which was littered with bruises.

“Let go,” Liu Qingge rasped, finally tugging the demon off. The knot was bigger than everything that Liu Qingge had experienced.

He didn’t notice Luo Binghe’s eye flash, and the next moment, Luo Binghe raised his hips up in the air – with Liu Qingge on it, scrambling to find balance – and started ramming with more vigour, the cock almost leaving the cunt entirely, before the tight and greedy thing sucked it again.

“Binghe–” Liu Qingge let out a whine, his voice tinged with displeasure and surprise. The knot dragged insistently against his walls, stretching, halfway in.

Luo Binghe easily lifted the omega up and dropped him down, his hands an iron-clad grip on his waist. His face expressed a singular focus, as his scent flooded each corner of the room: thick and territorial.

He was marking everything.

What a good alpha, Liu Qingge thought dazedly.

Then, the knot slammed last time, and pressed against his cunt until all of the cum was released inside the womb. Liu Qingge’s cunt clenched, the orgasm washing over him.

“You–” Liu Qingge tried to speak, catching his breath, “You should listen to me.”

His plan was simple:wring out as many orgasms before the rut took over the alpha.

Only to lift his head up, and meet the intense stare of rutting alpha.

Too late.

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Luo Binghe was no stranger to painful and lonely ruts: his demonic qi often clashed with his human one, as the latter tried to overtake his senses, and only fiery qi, unused to submission, fought back. Between these two extremes, the alpha promptly lost his mind – and often he found himself standing in a thrashed confinement, with blood coating his form.

Luo Binghe frankly hated his ruts.

When Liu Qingge – of all people – offered to spend his ruts with him, out of some righteous duty, Luo Binghe wanted to laugh. He wanted to laugh in his face and throw him out of the room, as his pre-rut mind supplied. But something kept him rooted to the bed.

His mouth watered at the phantom taste of delicious smell that brought him to senses in the commission room.

The omega was close, his hands on Luo Binghe’s shoulders, their weight akin to an anchor tethering him to reality.

Liu Qingge’s eyes – usually as clear as skies on a sunny day – were hazy with a fog of lust.

So, Luo Binghe went and let him ride his knot.

He was still able to feel the tight hole clenching on his knot for the first time, and the orgasm left him craving more. However, before he could do any soothing as an alpha should, the beast seized the chance.

***

The omega bit back a whine as another knot popped in his cunt. The alpha had him on all fours, a great breeding position.

At first, the omega tried to snarl, but quickly became putty after the alpha stuffed his mouth for the first time.

Wood shards littered the floor, the bed frame shattered by the alpha’s strong mate: in the moment of passion, the omega relied on keeping his hands busy.

Chuckling, the alpha soothingly patted the omega’s belly where the shape of his cock was still visible. The motion stirred the loads of seed inside, and soon a burst of liquid trailed down the sticky thighs.

“Don’t waste it,” the alpha growled.

His hand came down, sharp and loud. The omega arched with a whimper, as the forceful slap stung, a handprint shape present on both cheeks.

“Binghe, ah, wait–” the omega tried to speak, but his form was trembling so deliciously the alpha kept grinding slowly into the tight heat.

As the knot finally tugged free, his mate slumped on the bed, and the alpha followed suit, hugging him from behind.

If his omega needed a break, the alpha would give it.

However, the omega didn’t seem to care about rest, as he sat up, and the alpha could see him wincing – undoubtedly, the sore cunt deserved some massage with tongue later.

After the omega slipped into the dark robe, he limped to the low table. The garment was too big – it exposed a string of bruises on his shoulders.

“You need to eat as well,” his mate called out with a stern tone. His voice was rough and weak.

The alpha grunted, and joined his mate, uncaring of his nudity.

Why should he bother if he’d soon mate again?

Grumbling, the omega pressed a juicy fruit to his lips, and he bit into the nectar carelessly, causing it to flow down the elegant hand. He quickly grabbed the hand, and cleaned it thoroughly, not minding the fake protests from his mate.

Binghe blinked. The fog of the rut seemed to clear a bit.

He still had Qingge’s long fingers in his mouth, which filled it quite nicely. He swirled his tongue and pulled back, both of them watching heatedly how the string of saliva broke.

Qingge observed him, as if evaluating whether the alpha deserved to taste him. Binghe smirked – that wasn’t for him to decide anymore.

And they both knew that.

“It’s been at least a full day now,” Qingge broke the silence, his tone even. Binghe noticed how he kept slightly fidgeting, even on soft cushions.

Binghe hummed, an idea forming in his head. In one swift motion, he spread the omega on the table, the robes hitched high.

Qingge’s yelp was replaced by a drawn-out moan as Binghe dived to taste his meal. His shishu was so cute, it was illegal.

Lapping up the dried-out liquid, Binghe mumbled, his lips brushing the cunt. “This lowly disciple is so” – a sharp suck – “sorry about the condition of shishu’s pussy.”

Qingge arched on the table, his thighs resting on the alpha’s shoulders. His hands gripped the curly locks and tugged, eliciting a groan.

“Shut your–” Qingge started but couldn’t finish – Binghe began lapping his clit, “mouth!”

Binghe smirked right against his cunt, and lightly nipped the bud of pleasure.

Qingge’s scent erupted in the room – his tight control gone. Binghe hungrily tasted it, the sweet and savoury, his hidden ambrosia.

As the omega came down from his high, Binghe felt his instincts blaring up again.

It took everything in the alpha to not rut him on the floor.

Instead, he pulled the pliant body onto his lap. Qingge instinctively tucked his head under the alpha’s chin.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmured, not moving a limb.

The mating gland was right under his mouth.

It would be so easy to just —

Sink his fangs in —

The fresh scent of winter calmed him. The omega didn’t move, only his smell was protectively surrounding the pair.

How perfect.

***

The rutting had continued well into the second day.

Binghe sighed, relaxing into the pillows.

Qingge was dutifully repaying the reward Binghe had given him on the table.

His throat, stuffed to the brim, could only clench desperately as the knot persistently shoved its way in.

The omega always got so teary-eyed during the process — Binghe found it as adorable as his mouth struggling to accommodate his cock.

The alpha lazily petted the omega’s hair, even though it was a bit sticky from times when Binghe had shown mercy and shot on his face.

Qingge’s scolding always died down once Binghe learned where to press.

“That’s the spot,” Binghe drawled out, feeling the lithe tongue pressing near the base. “Such a good hole.”

Qingge glared at him through tears, but Binghe could smell the slick tracing down his thighs. The omega’s stretched out lips were red and plump, even this hole was sore from ministrations.

The alpha decided to relieve the omega, and bucked his hips, fisting the hair for leverage. With this position, it was easy to move the head up and down, especially with the omega’s easy compliance.

Binghe came, his seed smoothly sailing down the omega’s throat in several loads. Before the knot could fully lock them, Binghe raised the omega up, pulling free with a loud “pop.” Instantly, Qingge coughed, sputtering and gulping down some leftover cum. Binghe’s mind supplied the image in the beginning – how the omega had haughtily offered himself, and now looked so submissive, so breedable –

“You beast!” Qingge hissed once he escaped the alpha’s clutch. His whole face was stained with the liquid – stuck eyelashes, glistening skin – and Binghe generously wiped the mess with the strands still in his hand.

Qingge’s expression flushed with indignation, and he swatted the helping hand, wiping his face with the clean corner of the sheets. Discreetly, he eyed Binghe, who was intently waiting for him to finish to resume their activities.

The demon’s libido was insane.

Sighing, Qingge couldn’t even muster any energy to be furious. All of his spiritual energy was spent to ease the soreness, and keeping his energy during the acts.

“Shishu is taking his time,” the alpha whispered in his ears, impossibly close. “Let this disciple help you.”

The large hand engulfed the one holding the sheet, and moved it – towards the omega’s legs. Qingge twitched, as the material touched his skin, and bit the moan, threatening to spill at the soft motion.

Each caress slowly reignited the embers of arousal – the alpha’s shameless aim.

“If you think that you can win me over with just foreplay,” Qingge’s voice was low and quiet, the one that he used before pouncing at the enemy, “then think again, demon.”

Twisting out of the tight grip with the mustered energy, Qingge shoved the demon down. A surprised expression soon turned predatory, and the demon snarled with his fangs displayed, accepting the omega’s challenge.

They were rolling around the bed, not unlike wild animals.

At one point, Qingge managed to pin the alpha down, reminiscent of their first mating just a day ago. Catching his breath, Qingge loomed over the alpha, obscuring his view with the curtain of hair.

“Yield.”

Overcome with the base instincts, Binghe moved with ferocious strength and agility – he readjusted their positions with him being rightfully on top of the omega.

Care thrown into the wind, Binghe hooked one leg on his shoulder, knowing full well how the omega couldn’t close the gap. The leg in his hold barely twitched, Binghe noted with smug pride.

For a moment, he admired the view – Qingge, still clad in the same robes from yesterday Binghe refused him to shed, sprawled out, his hands gripping the torn-down sheets, and his bullied expression with trembling pout. His other leg uselessly rested with a bent knee.

Without much thought, Binghe lifted it as well, and pressed forwards, so that their chests barely touched. Gladly, the omega’s flexibility allowed Binghe to try out different positions – something that he greatly enjoyed doing.

And the mating press was the one that brought Qingge to tears the quickest.

Binghe thrust in one single motion, the slick familiarly guiding his way. Qingge’s high and breathy moan was forced out of his throat.

The tantalizing blush was already spreading across his complexion the moment he realized his position – the first time that Binghe had him like that Qingge came the moment he pushed in.

It was a wonderful discovery.

The rhythm that Binghe set aimed at endurance – the long, moderate strokes, jostling their bodies, making the omega feel everything.

Qingge tried to wriggle his hips, but it was futile, and he knew that. The instincts demanded him to test the alpha’s resolve of breeding the omega, even if his rational mind wouldn’t agree.

Binghe practically sensed Qingge’s bossy attitude melting into pure submission. The blush seemed to deepen, as the generous slick from his cunt resulted in squelch with each push.

This time, they reached high together – their foreheads touching and their pants intermingling into one breath.

While they were still locked together, Binghe’s chest rumbled with satisfaction. Qingge hummed, not yet returned to his senses. Carefully, Binghe manhandled Qingge to lie on his side.

The robe didn’t really offer much coverage, hanging loosely and leaving too many gaps, so Binghe covered the bare waist with his hands, casually noting how the bruise on it was the ideal shape of his fingers.

Binghe closed his eyes, matching Qingge’s breathing, and fell asleep.

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Liu Qingge dreamt of a fire — all consuming and devouring. He stood near the entrance to Huan Hua, but looking back he saw the towering mountains of Cang Qiong.

Was he supposed to make a choice?

As his gaze flickered between two sceneries, a raspy voice called out, “Shishu…”

Liu Qingge frowned, not sensing the source of a voice. It would be logical for Luo Binghe to be in Huan Hua’s palace, so he went there.

The fire roaring at the entrance welcomed Liu Qingge with warm licks. The sensation sent tingles down his spine, something about it way too intimate.

Luo Binghe was in the far room, sitting in his elaborate throne. The swordsman’s arrival didn’t disturb his languishing pose.

Liu Qingge huffed, brandishing his sword.

“Fight,” he said, stepping closer, Cheng Luan’s tip scratching the floor.

Finally, Luo Binghe rose, his relaxed expression gone. But, instead of bringing Xin Mo, he said in a light tone. “Shishu, please forgive this one.”

Confused, Liu Qingge stopped. “What are you talking about?”

The petulant expression on the demon’s face irritated him, like an itch.

Luo Binghe continued, advancing towards his shishu. He was stopped by Cheng Luan pointing towards him.

It didn’t seem to deter him, as he continued even as the blade fully submerged in chest.

“Shishu,” a whisper again, “This demon warned you already about the consequences of bedding this one.”

“What bedding!” mortified, Liu Qingge took a step back, but it was too late — he remembered.

Hunt. Fight.

Rut. Help—!

Liu Qingge awoke with a gasp to the feeling of the alpha’s cock sliding home.

“Yes, this is perfect,” Luo Binghe growled, rutting with precision to familiar pleasure spots.

Liu Qingge whimpered, arching his back. The sensations from the dream, the wet tingling – it was all from Luo Binghe shamelessly indulging in his body, even while he was asleep.

With each thrust, more moans spilled out. The alpha’s breath felt hot against his ear, while the grip holding his thigh up made him weak. The resistance was slowly fading.

“Why– ah!” Liu Qingge bit into his pillow, silencing his moans. He could hear Luo Binghe tsk behind him, and the next moment, a hand tugged his chin, away from the bedding. The fingers easily slided in between his lips, and Liu Qingge’s tongue swirled, once more exploring the shape and savouring the taste.

“What did you want to ask, shishu? To fuck you? I’m doing it right now.”

“Binghe!” Liu Qingge’s cry was muffled by the fingers teasing his tongue. They pulled and caressed it. Not before long, the saliva escaped past his lips coating the demon’s hand. It traced down in feathery light touches before seizing his throat in an almost stranglehold.

A whisper set the skin on his nape ablaze, as Binghe’s intentions slowly registered in his haze brain. The hand holding his neck restricted his airways, and he could only choke out garbled sounds in protest, as his hands were pinned down by their bodies. The demon’s thrusts didn’t ease up, instead they maintained a slow building rhythm carving the space for the growing knot.

“You are so cute when you struggle, shishu,” Luo Binghe chuckled. “Didn’t I make you good all these days? Even though it is you who was supposed to serve me?”

The demon bit his earlobe, and Liu Qingge could feel the fangs grazing the skin. He renewed his efforts in freeing himself, trying to release his arms trapped between them.

But it was too late.

“Ah-ah,” Luo Binghe reprimanded, as one would do to a child, “You still don’t understand. I want to keep you shishu.”

Then, he bit down.

Sharp, searing pain spread at the base of Liu Qingge’s neck. His whole body clenched around Luo Binghe’s cock so viciously, the alpha groaned loudly.

Liu Qingge came in small bursts, his body accommodating to all changes. Specks of light danced behind his eyelids, and he could feel his consciousness slipping.

Behind him, Luo Binghe was still riding his high, growling as the knot eased past the soft walls.

Before Liu Qingge passed out, he heard a satisfied hum.

‘You bastard,’ he thought tiredly.

***

Luo Binghe sighed, putting away another taxation account. The corners of his table were crowded with various scrolls – a sign of his meticulous work as demon sovereign and Huan Hua’s sect leader.

He rubbed his temples, eyes closed. A familiar craving of fresh mint and ice cream tugged at his stomach, as well as his delicate heartstrings. It was childish to associate the omega that shared his rut with such basic things, but he couldn’t find a way to describe it the other way.

Gods, Luo Binghe just really wanted him in his mouth.

Groaning, he put down his head, bringing his knees up like a sulking child. It has been three months since that fateful morning when Luo Binghe claimed Liu Qingge as his mate.

The man hadn’t contacted him and ignored all of the courting gifts that the demon sent his way.

Of course, Luo Binghe could always barge in and demand the answer, but…

Wasn’t Liu Qingge already his? The strength of the demon claim was far stronger than human’s, and it would not fade even in several decades. This was plenty of time to court and settle properly.

Liu Qingge didn’t have the luxury of refusing and abandoning him, unlike Shizun.

He-he-he-ha-ha-ha!

“Have you finally lost your mind?” a smooth voice came right beside him.

Luo Binghe snapped his head up. Liu Qingge stood before his desk, arm crossed.

“Shishu,” Luo Binghe tried not to let the tremor show in his voice, “you are here.”

Liu Qingge briefly nodded, his attention caught by the scrolls on the table. Frowning, he picked one from Huan Hua’s stack.

Not minding a clear intrusion in his sect’s business, Luo Binghe gazed at the profile that he could only conjure up in his dreams. That straight nose, the beauty mark bear his eye, and plump lips – all his.

“So,” Luo Binghe drawled out, preening under the omega’s attention, “Shishu finally stopped his useless defiance.”

Liu Qingge huffed, throwing the scroll away. Then, he retrieved another one from his bag, and Luo Binghe instantly recognized the parchment of Qian Cao Peak.

Liu Qingge retorted, “It wasn’t useless.”

A silence spread across the room.

Luo Binghe waited for his mate to elaborate, but it seemed that Liu Qingge waited for something. The omega was observing the room, as if suspecting the hidden ambush.

Determined, Luo Binghe stood up and took several steps, so that his robes caressed the others the way his hands wanted to. A faint blush adorned the omega and for that only he didn’t hold back.

“Liu Qingge,” he began pouring all the sincerity he could muster in his voice, “Laying a claim on you in the spell of rut was not a mistake, and I wish you to become my mate.”

He allowed his hand to touch Liu Qingge’s face as the omega refused to meet his gaze.

“We may have had our skirmishes and fights but I admire your righteousness, even if it is infuriating. And above all, your loyalty. I want you by my side.”

Finally, the steel in the omega’s gaze met his ruby.

Liu Qingge smiled, and it took all the air from Luo Binghe’s lungs. How could one man possess such beauty so carelessly?

“I was really furious at first, but I never blamed you,” Liu Qingge spoke quietly. “I knew what I was signing up for, and I also knew how gentle you could be.”

The blush on Luo Binghe’s cheeks intensified at the recollections of their first time. Delirious and flushed, Liu Qingge had been the one to ask him in a whisper. Despite his inner voice telling him to use the situation to his advantage, the alpha could only relieve the omega’s predicament in the softest way he could imagine.

“It’s just that,” Liu Qingge once again averted his eyes. His grip on the scroll tightened before he shoved it into Luo Binghe. “I didn’t know that you couldn’t dispel the demonic effects from the body!”

What? Dumbfounded, Luo Binghe unrolled the scroll with trembling fingers.

Mu Qingfang wrote in a highly professional script, but the words that made his knees weaken were the hasty scribbles at the end: "Congratulations on pregnancy, shixiong!”

Luo Binghe went pale, as he looked back and forth between the words and Liu Qingge.

Liu Qingge watched silently as the demon stumbled and fell to the floor. Frantic, Luo Binghe said, “This one will take responsibility, Liu-shishu, oh, I mean…”

Liu Qingge rolled his eyes, “Now you are worrying about proper honorifics?” He smiled at the rapidly paling complexion of the demon and hammered the last nail in his coffin, “I’m looking forward to your ‘responsibility’.”