ACCSP Chapter 10*

*T/N:There is some explicit content in this chapter. I marked the beginning and the ending of it so you can just skip it.

 

To the north of Baochang Mansion, there is a ruby ​​mountain.

Behind Hongyu Mountain, there is a large fir forest.

That evening, two horses stood in the dense fir forest. The reins tied to the horses were broken and hanging on the ground. There was a sword not far from their resting place, and a carriage parked further away.

The sword has a very sharp edge, and you can tell at a glance that it is a rare and good sword.

The word “Dusheng” can be seen vaguely engraved on the hilt of the sword. It must have been this sword that cut the rope between the horse and the carriage.

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In the carriage, Xie Xihuai was sitting on Sheng Lin with his legs crossed. Half of his clothes were taken off. The first half was piled on his thin white legs. The second half was lifted up by Sheng Lin’s hand holding his waist. Xie Xihuai was clinging on weakly. Sheng Lin, let Sheng Lin’s huge penis move in and out of his wet back hole.

Xie Xihuai felt satisfied in the pain. With the movement of intercourse, the heat in his body calmed down a bit, but his back hole was still tightened and biting Sheng Lin’s thing, as if he couldn’t say enough.

When Sheng Lin entered his body just now, Xie Xihuai was so painful that he almost cried, but his back was itchy and swollen. He was crying and begging Sheng Lin to relieve him of the poison, and he had to swallow the bitter pill himself.

Xie Xihuai had no choice but to kiss Sheng Lin with a nasal voice, begging him to go in slowly.

Unexpectedly, while Sheng Lin accepted Xie Xihuai’s flattering kiss, he pushed Xie Xihuai down hard, and the huge penis was completely gone. Generally speaking, it just felt like Sheng Lin was touching his internal organs, and his soul was about to be scattered.

Perhaps Xie Xihuai’s screams were too pitiful, so Sheng Lin stopped for a while. When Xie Xihuai got used to it, Sheng Lin held Xie Xihuai’s buttocks and told him to swallow up and down.

Xie Xihuai didn’t know what was wrong with him. The sound he made when he opened his mouth was loud and soft. Sheng Lin’s hand holding him immediately tightened. The hard object in his body became even bigger, and he quickly thrust and opened inside. Xie Xihuai’s white and tender buttocks were also turned red by Sheng Lin’s pinching. Not long after, he fucked his insides until it became soft and tender. He felt less pain and more inexplicable happiness.

Xie Xihuai couldn’t help but scream, and he felt ashamed when he heard it. He bit his two fingers, not wanting to make such a scream again.

However, Sheng Lin pulled Xie Xihuai’s hand away and asked him, “Why are you biting yourself?

He kissed his lips, swallowing Xie Xihuai’s whimpers. Xie Xihuai’s mouth was numb from his bite, and she could hardly breathe, so Sheng Lin let him go.

“This way you won’t scream out,” Sheng Lin said in a persuasive manner.

Xie Xihuai pushed him and said a little fiercely: “Don’t think I don’t know you are lying to me.” Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lin hugged him and changed his position, letting Xie Xihuai lie on the straw mat and pressing him from above.

Sheng Lin’s arms were supported on Xie Xihuai’s waist. He was even hotter than the poisoned Xie Xihuai. Xie Xihuai’s skin was almost burned by the heat. Xie Xihuai’s back was originally full, but now it was empty. The itching all over his body came back. He hurriedly grabbed Sheng Lin’s hard object and tried to push it inside again.

Sheng Lin laughed softly and asked him, “In such a hurry?”

It was a lustful pink color, and some water dripped out of the erect thing in front of him, making his lower abdomen a little glistening.

“You… you’re the only one who’s in a hurry.” Xie Xihuai said angrily. Sheng Lin was obviously in such a hurry, yet she dared to laugh at him.

When Sheng Lin heard this, he stopped moving, touched Xie Xihuai’s front end where some water had oozed with his fingertips, showed it to Xie Xihuai, and asked him, “Who is in a hurry?” The back of Xie Xihuai’s head felt swollen and itchy, and tears overflowed from his eyes.  Holding Sheng Lin between his legs, crying: “Well, wasn’t I infected by a poison?”

Sheng Lin opened Xie Xihuai’s legs without saying a word, and gave Xie Xihuai a hard blow forward. He just felt that doing these things with a man was so good. He wondered if someone as restrained as Sheng Lin was also addicted to desire like him at this time.

During the shaking, Xie Xihuai peeked at Sheng Lin with tearful eyes, and was caught by Sheng Lin. He thought Sheng Lin would laugh at him, but unexpectedly, Sheng Lin held his back and picked him up, and put his mouth on him gently. Xie Xihuai was kissed by him in a daze, and the high-spirited thing underneath was also served by Sheng Lin, and it didn’t take long for it to leak out.

After a long time, Xie Xihuai’s back was numb, and Sheng Lin pushed hard and got inside Xie Xihuai.

Sheng Lin let go of Xie Xihuai’s legs and carefully withdrew from his body. Xie Xihuai was so tired that he almost fainted. His body was covered with fine sweat from the heat, and his eyes were red from crying. He lay on his side, panting quietly and whispered something.

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Sheng Lin didn’t hear clearly and lowered his head and asked him to say it again.

I’ve made some edits for clarity and coherence:

Xie Xihai weakly said, “My soft blanket… I haven’t taken it yet.”

His back ached terribly, and there was no comfortable spot on his entire body. The straw mat on the carriage was rough and hard, and his back, rubbed for so long, felt hot and painful. Thinking about his soft blanket made him want to cry even more.

Without waiting for Sheng Lin to respond, Xie Xihai turned over and asked again, “Is my back torn?”

Xie Xihai’s back was all red, and there were some places that were slightly injured. When Sheng Lin’s hand touched his back, Xie Xihai felt even more pain. He pushed Sheng Lin away, saying weakly, “Don’t touch me.”

His movement was weak, like a kitten scratching, lacking strength. Sheng Lin’s hand hesitated for a moment before moving towards Xie Xihai’s waist, promising, “Once you feel better, I’ll take you to get a new blanket.”

Xie Xihai nodded. He was exhausted and just wanted to find a place to lie down and rest. Sheng Lin helped him sit up and lean against the wall.

Sheng Lin arranged his clothes for him, took off his own outer robe, and draped it over Xie Xihai, saying, “Let’s go back to the inn first.”

Xie Xihai nodded with closed eyes and suddenly remembered the blood Sheng Lin had spat out. He opened his eyes and grabbed Sheng Lin, who was about to leave, urgently asking, “Your internal injury…”

Sheng Lin’s expression softened, he touched Xie Xihai’s face and said, “It’s not a problem.”

Xie Xihai felt relieved. His face still had a faint blush, and being thoroughly cared for made him feel like this day was unreal.

The carriage started moving again. In Xie Xihai’s mind, there was Arina’s fierce face for a moment, and then the expressive face of Sheng Lin when he was moving on him. Suddenly, his body felt hot again; the toxicity of the Soul-Connecting Gu seemed to be resurfacing. Xie Xihai felt like he was going to pass out, with tears in his eyes, he called Sheng Lin’s name softly.

Sheng Lin’s Asking-Heart Method had just broken through the ninth level, and his true qi was abundant. His senses were clearer than before. Whenever Xie Xihai gasped, he stopped the horse and turned around, lifting the curtain. Xie Xihai happened to fall into his arms, holding him tightly, as if wanting to act coquettish, yet afraid of being pushed away. His head buried in Sheng Lin’s neck, unmoving.

Sheng Lin gently put him back into the carriage, looking down at him, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I…” Xie Xihai lowered his head, tugging at his clothes. Seemingly embarrassed to the point of tears, he had just been properly dressed by Sheng Lin, but now he had pulled them open again. He didn’t dare to touch Sheng Lin with his hands, so he could only grab Sheng Lin’s sleeve and whispered, “I still want…”

Sheng Lin hugged him, let Xie Xihai sit on his lap, and asked in a low voice, “Want to do what?”

Xie Xihai grabbed Sheng Lin’s hand and guided it inside his clothes, asking Sheng Lin to touch his waist and abdomen. Seeing the corner of Sheng Lin’s mouth twitch, Xie Xihai was afraid of being laughed at and quickly threatened him, “You’re not allowed to speak.”

Seeing that Sheng Lin still wanted to say something, Xie Xihai decided to silence him by leaning over and covering Sheng Lin’s mouth with his own. He kissed Sheng Lin without much finesse, intending to make him feel the effects of the poison and the urgent need for treatment. It wasn’t that Xie Xihai wanted to engage in indecent acts during the day; after all, he was the one who was ill.

Fortunately, Sheng Lin had some morals. He wholeheartedly focused on treating Xie Xihai and didn’t mock him further.

However, as night fell and Xie Xihai’s strange illness was cured, he was resting on the side. After a while, Sheng Lin expressed concern that Xie Xihai might have another attack on the way, so he insisted on infusing more blood into him. Otherwise, they couldn’t afford to engage in such activities on the main road when they entered Baochang Prefecture. So, Sheng Lin reluctantly suppressed Xie Xihai and had another session.

In the end, Xie Xihai’s groin was covered in sticky white substance, and Sheng Lin brought him to climax multiple times. Sheng Lin continued the thrusts as if he had endless energy, ignoring Xie Xihai’s continuous protests and struggles.

Between sobs, Xie Xihai cursed Sheng Lin, saying all sorts of things. He even declared that once they reached the capital, he would find the imperial guards to castrate Sheng Lin. In return, Sheng Lin pinched Xie Xihai’s erect organ, and in the end, Xie Xihai cried, begging him to quickly help with his treatment.

On duty at the Baochang Inn that night was a waiter named Xiaolinzi. When the main hall closed for the night, he sat at the counter keeping watch.

In the dim light, with a bowl of cold tea, the surroundings were quiet. Xiaolinzi was dozing off when suddenly the half-open door creaked. Startled, he looked up and saw a tall man holding someone in his arms. The person was wrapped in a large robe, covering their face. The figure seemed smaller than the man.

As they approached, Xiaolinzi recognized the man as the guest who had stayed in the upstairs VIP room a while ago. When he checked in the day before yesterday, Xiaolinzi had personally escorted him upstairs. The impression was strong. This tall swordsman arrived in the evening, bringing with him a delicate young master. The young master’s face was pale, emitting an odd smell, and leaning on the swordsman. They requested a room with one bed, and halfway upstairs, the young master was still carried by the swordsman into the room.

They left the inn early yesterday, inquiring about places to buy carriages in Baochang. It seemed they were in a hurry to go somewhere.

However, for some reason, the swordsman returned alone tonight, and Xiaolinzi wondered if the person in his arms was the same young master from two days ago.

The swordsman still requested an upstairs room, asking Xiaolinzi to bring up a bucket of hot water. At this hour, everyone was asleep, and there was no hot water left. However, facing the imposing swordsman, Xiaolinzi didn’t dare refuse. He could only check if there was anyone still awake in the backyard.

Xie Xihai nestled in Sheng Lin’s arms, feeling sore and wanting to cry. Sheng Lin’s large robe covered him, and everything before his eyes turned black.

Behind him, Xiaolinzi could hear Sheng Lin talking to someone. Xie Xihai’s body was covered in bruises and scratches caused by Sheng Lin’s actions. If it weren’t for the strong reaction of the poison, Xie Xihai would have doubted whether he or Sheng Lin was the one under the influence of the Gu.

After getting hot water, Sheng Lin carried Xie Xihai into the room, placed him on the bed, and opened the robe covering him.

Holding a candle, Sheng Lin’s expression was indiscernible in the dim light. He whispered, “Still hurting?”

“Yes,” Xie Xihai listened to Sheng Lin’s strong and powerful voice, feeling breathless. He opened his mouth to complain, but found that his throat was so dry that he could hardly produce any sound. He had to say, “So thirsty.”

Sheng Lin turned around and poured a cup of tea for Xie Xihai. Supporting Xie Xihai, he brought the tea cup to Xie Xihai’s mouth to feed him. However, Xie Xihai didn’t want Sheng Lin to feed him, so he took the cup himself and tried to drink. In his haste, he tilted the cup too much, losing control, and spilled the water all over himself. Half of the cup didn’t even reach his mouth, drenching him.

Hearing Sheng Lin sighing, as if in disappointment, Xie Xihai thought about how his hands were too sore to lift due to Sheng Lin’s activities earlier in the afternoon and evening. The anger in his heart flared up even more, but he had no energy to say anything. He could only grab Sheng Lin’s hand and gave him a bite to express his anger, though it wasn’t a very strong bite.

Sheng Lin still needed to carry a sword to protect them on the way to the capital, and he couldn’t afford to be injured.

Xie Xihai released his bite halfway, and Sheng Lin didn’t feel much pain. Instead, he pinched Xie Xihai’s face and asked, “What’s wrong now?”

As Xie Xihai adjusted to the light in the room, he saw Sheng Lin’s expression clearly. Sheng Lin’s face remained indifferent, but it seemed different from before.

Was it because their skin had touched that Xie Xihai couldn’t help but feel some confusion?

Although he knew Sheng Lin had no choice but to lift the curse for him, the things they did were different from others. Sheng Lin and Xie Xihai, perhaps, had become somewhat familiar with each other. Sheng Lin’s hands had touched Xie Xihai’s body, and the two men had engaged in acts contrary to human ethics. Even if it was a fleeting experience, once they reached the capital, it would be a completely different story.

The word “different” stirred some ripples in Xie Xihai’s heart. He felt lonely now, and Sheng Lin was like a piece of driftwood for him to cling to, carrying him to the real island opposite.

However, this driftwood was big and slippery. Xie Xihai held on firmly, having drowned multiple times in the water. His heart was so unwilling. He always wanted to reach out and grab onto other driftwood, to see if he could return to the flat plain where he grew up. Yet, he never thought that if he went back, that once fertile and beautiful plain might have turned into another lonely island.

Xie Xihai, in a daze, recalled old memories and remembered his mother’s advice before she went to Junshan.

Shang Ling was no longer young, but she was still beautiful, dangerously so, with an aura of pride in every move. Only when she looked at Xie Xihai did she become gentle and warm.

She pulled Xie Xihai aside and spoke a lot, most of which Xie Xihai had forgotten. He only remembered Shang Ling looking at him with a hesitant expression, touching his face, and asking when he would grow up.

At that time, Xie Xihai didn’t understand the ways of the world and refused to admit his childishness. He slapped the table and declared, “I, the eldest son, am very stable. I think I’m the most mature person in the entire prefecture.”

Shang Ling laughed and reached out to pinch his face, but he dodged her.

The scene was so close yet felt so distant, as if it belonged to another lifetime—Xie Xihai had been away from home for too long.

The first eighteen years of Xie Xihai’s life were carefree and joyful, having everything. Recently, since leaving Hancheng and heading to the capital, he had Sheng Lin protecting him, so he didn’t really experience much hardship.

Aray descended from the sky, awakening Xie Xihai. The danger grazed his body and skin, cutting through him. Xie Xihai wasn’t seriously injured, but he had an epiphany. Xie Xihai had left the royal palace, and there was no one to protect him now, to indulge his mischief and mistakes. He went to the capital alone, and everything was gone—truly gone.

Xie Xihai, the legitimate son of the Ningwang, couldn’t keep acting like a child with no responsibilities. He had to take on some burdens for his father and mother. People must die someday, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

When they reached the capital, leaving Sheng Lin behind, the days might become even harder and more challenging. Xie Xihai had to prepare himself early.

“Sheng Lin,” Xie Xihai called his name, feeling a hundred kinds of bitterness and grievances in his heart. However, he could only say the name “Sheng Lin.”

Sheng Lin was Xie Xihai’s last friend. He had worked hard to lift the curse and protect him. Xie Xihai should be content and not cause more trouble for Sheng Lin.

At this moment, water was brought up, and Sheng Lin helped Xie Xihuai undress, carrying him into the bathtub.

Xie Xihuai fell asleep in the tub after a short while, and Sheng Lin had no idea when he had taken him out.

Xie Xihuai woke up after about an hour. His limbs were still sore, as if he had been trampled by a hundred horses. Sheng Lin, calm and composed, was reading a book on the side. When Xie Xihuai opened his eyes, Sheng Lin asked, “Awake?”

“I’ve opened my eyes; can’t I be awake?” Xie Xihuai struggled even to move his fingers and looked at Sheng Lin, the initiator of all this, unable to find any pleasant words to say.

Without causing more trouble, Sheng Lin shook the bell to call for assistance, then walked to the side, handing a small package to Xie Xihuai.

Opening it, Xie Xihuai found it to be the custom-made soft blanket he had ordered. Delighted, he buried his face in it and said, “With such a good blanket, the royal son can set off right away.”

“Oh?” Sheng Lin casually responded as he lifted the indecent clothes from Xie Xihuai’s elbow to his shoulder.

Xie Xihuai knew that Sheng Lin looked down on him, thinking he was just joking. He swore, “I’m not that delicate; I can leave whenever I say so.”

Sheng Lin rang the bell for someone to come and knocked on the room door. After calling for some porridge and dishes, he returned to the bedside. Xie Xihuai, who was waiting anxiously, saw Sheng Lin’s indifferent expression and hurriedly said, “Let’s set off tomorrow.”

“Set off tomorrow?” Sheng Lin pushed him back into bed. He inadvertently touched Xie Xihuai’s waist side. Xie Xihuai, now sensitive all over, felt a sudden tingling in his back and let out a “hum.” Amused, Sheng Lin asked, “Can you endure the bumpy journey?”

Xie Xihuai didn’t respond, but in his mind, he hadn’t given up on persuading Sheng Lin. He was desperately thinking of how to convince him when the waiter brought up the porridge and dishes.

Sheng Lin served the porridge by the bedside, and seeing Xie Xihuai sitting up, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction at the plain porridge, he explained, “You just… need to eat something light.”

Xie Xihuai hadn’t eaten for a day, but looking at the food didn’t arouse his appetite, especially this tasteless white porridge. However, since it was Sheng Lin who brought it, he reluctantly took a few bites.

After a few mouthfuls, he pushed the porridge away with a bitter face. “Don’t eat.”

Seeing Sheng Lin’s slightly disapproving expression, Xie Xihuai tried to act obedient, adding, “I’ll eat later. I’m full for now.”

Seeing that he insisted on not eating, Sheng Lin frowned. Xie Xihuai pushed the porridge bowl aside and grabbed Sheng Lin’s hand, holding it against his soft abdomen through the indecent clothes. Pathetically, he said, “I always feel like there’s something inside, and I can’t swallow anything.”

Xie Xihuai looked at Sheng Lin with a worried expression, and Sheng Lin’s face changed slightly.

Calmly, Sheng Lin withdrew his hand from Xie Xihuai’s grip and said, “Then, don’t eat for now.”

Xie Xihuai obediently nodded and lay back down.

When Xie Xihuai was ill in the royal mansion, he used to engage in such mental battles with his mother.

When he was sick, he would refuse to eat and throw tantrums, trying to avoid meals. His mother was much harder to fool than Sheng Lin at such times. She would order a few guards to hold Xie Xihuai’s throat, personally pouring the porridge into his mouth until he finished it.

Unlike Sheng Lin, Xie Xihuai could easily play the role of a good and pitiful person, and Sheng Lin would believe him.

Looking at Sheng Lin, Xie Xihuai’s eyes immediately softened. Lying on the bed, he tugged at the corner of Sheng Lin’s clothes, and his voice, still slightly hoarse due to Sheng Lin’s doing, was deliberately pitiful. Smiling, he asked, “Sheng Daxia, what book are you reading?”

Sheng Lin handed him the book he was holding, a volume of “Su Wen.” Xie Xihuai had no interest in such things, so he returned it to Sheng Lin.

Unable to find a comfortable lying position, Xie Xihuai simply lay on the bed, his head resting in the crook of his arm. This gesture reminded him of Arui, and his face immediately darkened.

Calling Sheng Lin, Xie Xihuai waited until Sheng Lin looked at him before saying, “Can you teach me some self-defense techniques?”

“A little is enough; you don’t need to teach me for a long time,” Xie Xihuai was afraid that Sheng Lin would refuse again, and he was genuinely concerned about not being able to defend himself against anyone. He softly pleaded, “Just a little bit; it won’t take much of your time.”

Sheng Lin looked at him, and after a while without speaking, Xie Xihuai felt discouraged. He buried his face in his elbow and muttered, “Forget it; I won’t be able to learn anyway.”

“Wait until your body is better,” Sheng Lin finally spoke.

Xie Xihuai turned his face, showing one eye to look at Sheng Lin. Sheng Lin seemed to have no choice, gently touched Xie Xihuai’s scattered black hair, and said, “It’s not that I don’t want to teach you, but you shouldn’t move too much for now.”

“Oh…” Xie Xihuai blinked and elongated his response. He turned over, facing Sheng Lin. Suddenly, Sheng Lin grabbed Xie Xihuai’s hand.

“There is one move that I can teach you for now,” Sheng Lin said, letting Xie Xihuai use all his strength to lock his hand.

Xie Xihuai became spirited, ignoring his weak body; he leaned against the bed rail to sit up, and with both hands, he tightly grabbed Sheng Lin’s wrist, exerting all his strength. He successfully restrained Sheng Lin’s hand and said, “Alright, let’s see how you can escape.”

Sheng Lin lowered his head and looked at Xie Xihuai’s white hands. He moved his wrist.

Xie Xihuai, who was completely focused on holding Sheng Lin, suddenly loosened his grip, and Sheng Lin’s hand escaped.

“What, I didn’t see it!” Xie Xihuai widened his eyes, stared at Sheng Lin angrily, and said, “Too fast, I haven’t learned it. Let’s do it again!”

Sheng Lin allowed him to catch his hand again, and this time, Xie Xihuai was more serious. He stared at Sheng Lin’s hand without blinking. Sheng Lin’s backhand turned, and he escaped again. Although Xie Xihuai still didn’t understand how to tightly grip the hand, he saw Sheng Lin’s movements clearly, thinking that he had learned the move.

Xie Xihuai reached out to Sheng Lin, “Come.”

Sheng Lin touched his wrist, paused, and then grabbed him.

Xie Xihuai suddenly felt himself being clamped down. His wrist was twisted according to Sheng Lin’s method for a long time, and he couldn’t move. Frowning, he criticized Sheng Lin, “You should grab me like I grab you, not like you’re grabbing yourself.”

Xie Xihuai implied that he found it unfair. Sheng Lin, with his excellent martial arts and strength, was far beyond the capabilities of an ordinary person like him.

Hearing this, Sheng Lin loosened his grip a bit, but Xie Xihuai still felt dissatisfied, “The royal son’s strength is not that weak, is it?”

He continued to manipulate the hand according to the method, trying to figure out how to escape. However, no matter how he twisted, he couldn’t get out of Sheng Lin’s seemingly loose grip. Angrily, he said, “I’m not playing anymore.”

Sheng Lin released one hand, teaching Xie Xihuai how to escape again. Xie Xihuai thought that learning something was better than nothing, so he started learning again.

By the time Xie Xihuai could escape from Sheng Lin’s hand, the porridge placed beside him had already cooled.

Sheng Lin asked him, “Hungry now?”

Xie Xihuai, using the same act again, touched his stomach with a worried expression, shook his head, and said, “Don’t feel like eating at all.”

Sheng Lin’s eyes deepened as he looked at him. Xie Xihuai felt that Sheng Lin had seen through his pretense earlier, and in a nervous attempt to say something more, Sheng Lin’s hand touched the back of the hand he used to press against his stomach. Leaning closer, Sheng Lin whispered, “Just endure a few more times, and it’ll be fine.”

Xie Xihuai’s face suddenly burned, and he pushed Sheng Lin away abruptly, saying, “What are you saying!”

“It’s just a suggestion,” Sheng Lin moved away from him a foot, shook the bell, and said to Xie Xihuai, “I’ll order another bowl of porridge. If you can’t finish it…”

“I can finish it,” Xie Xihuai covered his face in agony. He didn’t expect to encounter such shameless audacity. Today, Xie Xihuai truly witnessed it, “I can finish it!”