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Only in the shitty novel of Airplane’s could this be considered an actual treatment. Shen Qingqiu gasped, mouth wide open and writhing against the restraints that held him down as he came for a second time. His cock twitched but nothing came out thanks to the hateful ring wrapped tightly around him holding back his release.

 

Mu Qingfang had left Shen Qingqiu like this, tied up on the bed in a private room after placing the stone medical device inside of him and slipping a band around his delicate manhood before leaving to attend his other duties.

 

Shen Qingqiu did not even have a moment to question what was going on after Mu Qingfang had closed the door behind him before the thing inside him started vibrating. It had been slow and mortifying at first as it pressed against something inside Shen Qingqiu that made him cry out and stayed that way for a long time as he felt something going on with the qi inside his body. Whatever it was doing, all Shen Qingqiu could focus on was the maddening tingle of vibration while he lay there, alone, and tried to relax while ignoring the way the band squeezed uncomfortably tight whenever his cock tried to rise.

 

This bullshit treatment was something the original goods had to endure, it was meant to help aid him with his qii instability and to help him recover from his qi deviations. It was a treatment that had been used for one of Luo Binghe’s chronically ill wives, a convoluted excuse made up by Airplane’s depraved mind to have vibrators be a thing in a xianxia setting.

 

Time passed slowly, at least an hour going by as Shen Qingqiu endured his awkward treatment and he had only just begun to be able to ignore the tingling sensation inside his rear when the pillar-shaped stone came to life. Intense vibrations electrocuted through Shen Qingqiu, his stomach cramping as he choked and twisted in his restraints. Whatever it was that the instrument of torture was pressing against brought him more pleasure than touching himself ever had. Too much in fact.

 

Tears threatened to spill down Shen Qingqiu’s overheated face as he tried in vain to escape the vibrator, and his hips jerked with every pulse of energy the stone pillar sent through his body, soothing his qi but driving his physical body to insanity. The sensation became agonizing after Shen Qingqiu’s first orgasm but the inanimate object soldiered on, tormenting his insides as he cried, uncaring of how overstimulated he was before it came to a sudden stop.

 

Swallowing, his mouth dry and his skin disgustingly slick, Shen Qingqiu tried to catch his breath and rubbed his tear-stained cheek against one of his trapped arms. His whole body was shaking, legs trembling in the stirrups he had been tied to as he calmed down, his meridians pleasantly ache free and his qi running smoother. He hadn’t even noticed there had been anything wrong with him before, but now, with all the aches and pains he didn’t notice before soothed, he felt light as a feather, like an immense weight had been lifted off his chest and he could breathe with ease.

 

The blissful intermission only lasted so long before the tingling returned, gentle but still too much and making Shen Qingqiu want to cry as he wiggled, lifting his ass from time to time in the hopes of dislodging his life-saving tormentor.

 

Mu Qingfang returned after the second time the vibrator relented, allowing Shen Qingqiu enough time to catch his breath and for his skin to become pleasantly cool before he made his appearance. The physician opened the door with all the confidence and nonchalance of an experienced doctor, Mu Qingfang smiling as he closed the door behind him before approaching the bed he had restrained a willing Shen Qingqiu on early that day.

 

“Feeling any better?” Mu Qingfang asked before placing his fingers against Shen Qingqiu’s neck, tilting Shen QIngqiu’s head back as he checked his pulse.

 

“Yes,” Shen Qingqiu crooked out, wincing at the dry pain in his throat.

 

“Thirsty?” Mu Qingfang asked, retrieving something without waiting for Shen Qingqiu’s answer and pressing a cup against Shen Qingqiu’s lips when he returned.

 

Gulping down the blessedly cool liquid, Shen Qingqiu didn’t mind the medicinal taste and drank every last drop before plopping his head back against the pillow.

 

“I know this treatment is exhausting,” Mu Qingfang said after humming, a pleased but reassuring smile on his face as he ran his hand through Shen Qingqiu’s sweaty locks and his blissfully cold fingers caressed Shen Qingqiu brow. “But we are almost done, and Shixiong can rest soon.”

 

Almost done, Shen Qingqiu nearly sighed in relief at the promise of this torment coming to an end until he remembered just how this treatment was completed. Papapa with the protagonist, but Luo Binghe wasn’t here, and even if he was Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t. Dread pooled in Shen Qingqiu’s gut and heat began to burn his cheeks once more as he watched Mu Qingfang untie his belt.

 

“Almost done,” Mu Qingfang reassured when he reached between Shen Qingqiu’s parted legs, a cloth he had picked up along the way wiping up the sweat dripping from Shen Qingqiu’s body.

 

Each swipe of the cloth made Shen Qingqiu’s muscles twitch and jump as fear and anticipation singed its way through Shen Qingqiu’s every nerve, originating where Mu Qingfang touched him and rippling out like the ripples caused by a stone being dropped into placid water.

 

“Would Shen Shixiong prefer someone else for this part of his treatment or is he alright with this Shidi assisting him?” Mu Qingfang asked as he dropped the cloth back into a nearby bucket of clean water after he finished wiping the sweat from Shen Qingqiu’s face and neck. The smile on Mu Qingfang’s face and the look in his eyes sent an unknown kind of thrill down Shen Qingqiu’s spine as he watched Mu Qingfang approach him once more.

 

“This Shixiong trusts Mu Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu mumbled, eyes fixated on the way Mu Qingfang’s robes threatened to fall open, already exposing part of his chest. The physician was unexpectedly well built, his hidden muscles rippling with his every movement while Shen Qingqiu watched and his mouth watered.

 

Mu Qingfang’s eyes widened, before the look of shock was smothered and Mu Qingfang’s eyes became as soft as warm butter. “That is...This one is glad then, and will make sure that Shen Shixiong does not feel like his trust has been misplaced.”

 

Shen Qingqiu was too distracted by staring at Mu Qingfang’s stomach, the physician’s perfectly chiseled six pack on display after Mu Qingfang had removed his own robe. Saliva built up in Shen Qingqiu’s mouth, making him swallow while he watched Mu Qingfang kick off his pants, the sight of the man’s hip bone sending a thrill of want through Shen Qingqiu’s body.

 

“Is Shixiong alright?” Mu Qingfang asked, one of his hands cupping Shen Qingqiu’s cheek.

 

How had he never noticed how large Mu Qingfang’s hands were before?

 

“I...” Shen Qingqiu swallowed again, meeting Mu Qingfang’s searching gaze and tried not to tremble. “Y..Yes.”

 

He was only just about to partake in one of the smut scenarios he used to rail at Airplane for making, no big deal. It’s not like he has never done this before... This had to be some sort of twisted karma come back to haunt him, losing his virginity just like one of Luo Binghe’s women. Why wasn’t he against the idea?

 

“Breathe,” Mu Qingfang ordered gently, voice low and husky and his thumb caressing Shen Qingqiu’s cheek while Mu Qingfang attempted to soothe him.

 

“I’m ok,” Shen Qingqiu claimed, face aching with the force of his blush. A small hiccup of a gasp escaped him when Mu Qingfang leaned forward, a lock of his hair brushing against Shen Qingqiu’s neck when he hovered before Mu Qingfang hesitantly placed a kiss to Shen Qingqiu’s brow.

 

“Are you certain you don’t want someone else to administer your treatment?” Mu Qingfang asked after he pulled away, the absence of his warm lips leaving Shen Qingqiu feeling bereft and the skin where the healer had touched cold.

 

Shaking his head Shen Qingqiu answered, swallowing down the shaking tremble in his breath before speaking, “No,...I don’t want someone else.”

 

“I know it is not as effective.... but we do have the automatic harmonizer if Shixiong would prefer that no one aid him,” Mu Qingfang said haltingly, acting like he was unsure about his own suggestion.

 

“No!” Came Shen Qingqiu’s knee jerk answer. Automatic harmonizer your mom! That half baked idea of Airplane’s was nothing less than a magical xianxia version of a fucking machine that he wanted no part of.

 

Mu Qingfang startled, nearly rearing back before he blinked down at Shen Qingqiu. Shock and confusion played across the physician’s face while he continued to subconsciously rub his thumb against Shen Qingqiu’s cheek.

 

“I trust Mu Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu reiterated, smashing down the guilt that tried to flare up at startling the gentle, well meaning physician.

 

“If Shixiong is certain,” Mu Qingfang said, pausing as he stood up and looked in Shen Qingqiu’s eyes before smiling sweetly at him.

 

And the smolder was back. Shen Qingqiu swallowed down the saliva that suddenly filled his mouth.

 

“I’m going to remove the device now.”

 

Whatever he was feeling as he watched Mu Qingfang stand between his bound and spread legs Shen Qingqiu didn’t know. It made his heart pound, the tempo skipping a beat before his heart beat like a drum in his ears while his breathing slowed. His breathing stopped entirely when Mu Qingfang reached down before Shen Qingqiu sucked in a startled gasp when he prodded the stone pillar shoved deep inside of him.

 

A single spark of pleasure made Shen Qingqiu’s toes curl, and anticipation writhe in his gut like a sleeping snake uncoiling itself. Craning his neck Shen Qingqiu watched as Mu Qingfang’s fingers gripped the base of the device, the deceptively strong lith digits pulling slowly as the smooth green stone began to appear from Shen Qingqiu’s depths.

 

How had that even fit? Shen Qingqiu wondered in fascination as he watched the gleaming stone slip from his body.

 

The imitation pillar found itself thrown haphazardly across the room, landing in one of the buckets with a clunk. Both of Mu Qingfang’s hands rubbed up and down Shen Qingqiu’s thighs, drawing Shen Qingqiu’s attention back to the healer before Shen Qingqiu’s head dropped back down on the plush pillow beneath him.

 

“Are you ready?” Mu Qingfang asked, his hands rubbing soothingly against Shen Qingqiu’s skin before kneading softly here and there to relieve an ache Shen Qingqiu didn’t even know he had.

 

Nodding, Shen Qingqiu’s hands clenched and unclenched, the sense of helplessness when he tugged against his restraints sending flashes of heat and some sort of unnamable thrill through him. He licked his lips, running the tip of his tongue across the swollen flesh to relieve the dry sensation before he took a deep breath to calm the drumbeat of his heart.

 

“Yes, Mu Shidi...Mu Shidi can do what he needs to,” Shen Qingqiu said before he nodded again.

 

Straining his neck again, Shen Qingqiu tried to watch the proceedings, his eyes widening when he caught sight of Mu Qingfang’s manhood. That thing was easily twice as big as the jade pillar...

 

“Shixiong, Qingqiu, look at me,” Mu Qingfang called, a new sort of look on his face, his eyes half-lidded while his lips parted into a slightly open mouth smile.

 

One of Mu Qingfang’s hands gripped Shen Qingqiu’s hip while the other cupped his neck and tilted Shen Qingqiu’s chin so he was looking Mu Qingfang in the eyes. Before Shen Qingqiu could answer he felt something big and blunt push against him, straining at his rim while Mu Qingfang watched him closely. When Mu Qingfang first breached him it hurt, and Shen Qingqiu gasped before trying to arch his back, all the while looking into Mu Qingfang’s eyes while the healer watched him in return.

 

The grunt Mu Qingfang made when he pushed in, the way his mouth widened and his eyes narrowed, it all made something echo inside Shen Qingqiu, a sense of fascination dulling the initial burn while he watched Mu Qingfang until the man was fully seated inside him. Wanting to prolong what he was experiencing Shen Qingqiu gave an experimental squeeze around the warm girth that filled his insides near to bursting and he felt his lips twitch at the response the action elicited from Mu Qingfang.

 

A thrill of mischief and a sense of power made Shen Qingqiu squeeze again, and a shock of something akin to vindictiveness pulsed through his body when Mu Qingfang’s hand squeezed at his hip. He wanted to do it again, so he did and did it again, enjoying Mu Qingfang’s reactions each time. Enjoying Mu Qingfang’s struggle for control as his hands flexed against Shen Qingqiu’s neck and hip Shen Qingqiu soaked up the mischievous pleasure he felt every time Mu Qingfang gasped or grunted, or when Mu Qingfang’s hips gave a weak thrust.

 

“If you don’t stop I won’t,” Mu Qingfang’s words were interrupted with a grunt when Shen Qingqiu squeezed again, wiggling his hips for added effect.

 

“Won’t what Mu Shidi?” Shen Qingqiu asked, blinking up at Mu Qingfang while the sense of control beat down the fear and shame that tried to take over, only managing to burn his cheeks before he managed to choke them down.

 

The look Mu Qingfang gave he should have been frightening with how intense it was, instead, something jumped in Shen Qingqiu’s heart. Anticipation twisted in Shen Qingqiu’s veins and sparked through his nerves, sending a tingling sensation through his limbs all the way to the tips of his fingers and his toes. His hands clenched closed, the blunt ends of his carefully manicured nails digging into the palms of his hands and the tight ropes binding him rubbed against his skin. Rough fabric chafed against the delicate underside of his pale wrists, making the skin flush a rosy pink and the fine sheen of sweat giving it a polished glow.

 

He could now see the appeal of all the bondage scenes that littered across Proud Immortal Demon Way’s pages. If strong cloth bindings felt this good, how would other things feel? Everything from the basic metal chains to sentient vines had made an appearance in Airplane’s shitty papapa, even the odd tentacle monster had graced the pages of this novel. Would they feel slimy? Shen Qingqiu shuddered when he imagined the bindings wrapped snug around him as the cool flesh of the demonic squid like tentacle monster Luo Binghe kept as a pet and had used to entertain his many wives.

 

A single sudden thrust shook Shen Qingqiu’s body, the bindings held him in place and prevented his head from colliding with the headboard with the force of Mu Qingfang’s movement. Shen Qingqiu inhaled a startled gasp, watching Mu Qingfang from under his eyelashes as he fought to keep his eyes open after they had slammed shut with the spark of pleasure that had raced up his spine.

 

Mu Qingfang’s hands squeezed tightly, the healer using the secure grip to drag Shen Qingqiu’s hips back to meet the next thrust. The way Mu Qingfang’s muscles rippled when he moved drew Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, and he watched in rapt fascination when Mu Qingfang’s arms tensed and untensed before Shen Qingqiu’s eyes traced the lines of sculpted muscle to Mu Qingfang’s chest. He had to swallow down another mouthful of saliva after his gaze zeroed in on Mu Qingfang’s chest, the way the man's chest flexed, and the way his nipples had turned a dusky red instead of the pale pink they were before was attractive in a way Shen Qingqiu would have never expected it to be.

 

The sight made his teeth itch.

 

Unable to act to soothe the itching impulse that tingling at the back of his teeth, Shen Qingqiu clenched down on the oversized girth inside him. His eyes flew up to Mu Qingfang’s face to watch how the physician might be affected. Mu Qingfang tensed, his hands twitching before he leaned over Shen Qingqiu body. Mu Qingfang huffed, an amused laugh laced with arousal followed after before Mu Qingfang looked into Shen Qingqiu’s eyes and he smiled down at him.

 

“Is this what Qingqiu wanted?” Mu Qingfang asked before he started thrusting in and out, his movements slow, deep, and rough.

 

Yes, Shen Qingqiu’s traitorous mind whispered. His whole face grew hot, burning all the way to the tips of his ears. He hadn’t realized it at the time, but this was exactly what he had wanted.

 

Each thrust punched the air from Shen Qingqiu’s lungs, Mu Qingfang managing to hit the abused center inside of him that the hateful excuse of a vibrator had tormented earlier.

 

Sparks of pleasure chased one after the other down Shen Qingqiu’s nerves, and he found himself tugging against his bindings once more. Every tug and twist made the fabric ropes scrape sinfully across his flesh, the sensation joining the race of sparks dancing across Shen Qingqiu’s body.

 

His cock tried valiantly to rise, fighting against the confines of the binding Mu Qingfang had trapped it in earlier that day. Every new thrust Mu Qingfang pounded into ShenQingqiu’s body made his sore, and angry looking cock bounce, sending a pulsating ache stinging through his poor trapped flesh.

 

Was he meant to orgasm like this again? Shen Qingqiu whined in complaint before throwing his head back against the soft pillows when Mu Qingfang picked up the pace.

 

“I am sorry,” Mu Qingfang said, not sounding sorry at all. “I’m afraid it is not possible to allow Shixiong’s body to expel any more qi today, your qi reserves are simply too low for me to allow for it.”

 

Tugging at his arms, Shen Qingqiu let out a sob of frustration before biting at his lips. He never thought he would come to regret the cool cultivation moves he had practiced that day, playing around with Xiu Ya like an excitable child while using this body’s qi to slash through the air, or to use his fan to send qi powered gusts of wind at the flowering trees behind his home. The way the flower petals had been tossed into the air and fell back down like snow had tempted him to try and make them swirl and dance around him and he used the technique he used on leaves to make them sharp to guide the petals through the air.

 

That was how Mu Qingfang had found Shen Qingqiu when he had come to fetch him for Shen Qingqiu’s normal treatment. Apparently the original goods always struggled with an imbalance of qi, and was prone to fits of minor qi deviations if left untreated. Even with treatment Shen Qingqiu still suffered the odd qi deviation here and there, his temperamental constitution making for a delicate dance. How the man had even been able to cultivate like he had was a miracle and a credit to Mu Qingfang’s skills as a healer.

 

“You needn't hide your voice,” Mu Qingfang soothed, pausing the vigorous tempo he had been drilling relentlessly into the spot inside Shen Qingqiu to place a tentative kiss to Shen Qingqiu’s brow. “These rooms are warded, no one but you or I will hear a thing.”

 

Well, that was nice, Shen Qingqiu felt a flash of irritation remembering how hard he tried to stay quiet at the start of this treatment. At least it was reassuring to know no one had heard him. His cries, moans, and shameful sobs going unheard by anyone other than Mu Qingfang. These kinds of things may be a normal Monday at the office for the disciples of Qian Cao, but it wasn’t for him. In fact, this was his first sexual experience outside of his own hand.

 

Something told him that he wouldn’t have need of private sessions by himself anymore if this was the kind of medical treatment he could expect. Remembering all the papapa scenarios he had read that occurred in this novel made him shudder, his mind reeling by the fact that he found himself almost looking forward to some of it.

 

A thumb traced across Shen Qingqiu’s bottom lip, pulling the worried flesh from between Shen Qingqiu’s teeth before gliding across the spit-soaked skin. Shen Qingqiu choked on a breath that caught in his throat when Mu Qingfang began thrusting again, the warm tingling sensation of energy being poured into him before circling around and back to Mu Qingfang again strangling panted out breaths from Shen Qingqiu’s body as if he were a fruit to be squeezed of every last drop.

 

Mu Qingfang’s thumb dipped into Shen Qingqiu’s open mouth, sliding across his teeth and grazed his tongue before Shen Qingqiu bit down. The moan Mu Qingfang let out made Shen Qingqiu focus on his face, the physician’s drunken and flushed appearance sent an echoing flash of excitement twirling about inside of him. Without thinking Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth, letting Mu Qingfang sink his thumb deeper into his mouth before he wrapped his lips around the digit and sucking on it, each suckling tug causing Mu Qingfang to inhale sharply.

 

The bed began to shake with the force of Mu Qingfang’s thrusts, the energy that flooded around and around Shen Qingqiu’s body making him dizzy. With a wet pop, Shen Qingqiu let go of Mu Qingfang’s thumb and moans escaped freely from his mouth while Mu Qingfang gently encouraged him. The desperate, painful need to cum that built at the base of his cock drowned out the words of praise that dripped from Mu Qingfang’s lips as the physician settled into a punishing pace.

 

Shen Qingqiu was going to lose his mind, the longer this went on the more mad his mind became. Each press against his tormented insides drove him deeper into madness and made him struggle and writhe like a trapped worm against his bindings. His thighs trembled, making the stirrups keeping him spread and open for Mu Qingfang shake harder than Mu Qingfang’s vigorous fucking made the bed shake.

 

“Can I...” Mu Qingfang gasped out, short of breath. A hand cupped Shen Qingqiu’s cheek, coaxing him to look at Mu Qingfang, all the while the man’s hips never stuttered. Sweat beaded at Mu Qingfang’s forehead, soaking his hair, and dripped down his chin as he continued to work hard.

 

“May I...Can I kiss you?”

 

They were already doing something this intimate but Mu Qingfang still asks for a simple kiss. Shen Qingqiu nodded, pressing a kiss to the large hand situated at the side of his face before meeting Mu Qingfang’s eyes, pants puffing out of his parted lips the whole time, matching the tempo of Mu Qingfang’s thrusts.

 

“Yes,” Shen Qingqiu said after he met Mu Qingfang’s eyes, speaking into the man's cupped palm. He vaguely registered the sound of wood hitting against a wall, the headboard, Shen Qingqiu realized before Mu Qingfang bent down and captured his lips.

 

Mu Qingfang’s hand gripped Shen Qingqiu’s chin as he moved his lips, coaxing Shen Qingqiu to move along with him. The plush flesh felt exquisite against Shen Qingqiu’s own, the way Mu Qingfang’s mouth stole his breath away making his head spin pleasantly. Shen Qingqiu gasped when a hot wet tongue teased at his lips before the appendage dipped in. Mu Qingfang traced along the edge of his lips first, before teasing Shen Qingqiu’s own tongue.

 

It felt like he was drowning, each breath Shen Qingqiu managed to inhale through his nose was just enough to take the edge off of his spinning mind and allow him to stay in this moment.

 

Most of Shen Qingqiu’s focus was directed to the way Mu Qingfang’s tongue danced in his mouth, and the way Mu Qingfang’s lips glided against his own. His unexpected Orgasm hit him out of nowhere and Shen Qingqiu’s whole body tensed. Shen Qingqiu’s bare feet pushed flat against the stirrups as he arched his back, his body squeezing around the hot girth stuffing his insides until he could almost feel Mu Qingfang’s pulse through it.

 

Jerking away with a gasp, Shen Qingqiu felt his whole body tense, his stomach muscles clamping down before tremors made all his muscles spasm. If he hadn’t been restrained, he would have kicked out, the halted movement shaking and rattling the stirrups that made him sit obediently open for Mu Qingfang.

 

It started to be beyond too much, each movement Mu Qingfang hammered into him as the man thrusts increased in force burned his overstimulated insides. Shen Qingqiu sobbed, writhing and trying to kick his trapped legs while Mu Qingfang panted against his neck. With a gasped grunt, Mu Qinfang’s hips stilled, the hard flesh stretching Shen Qingqiu and ruining his insides pulsating before Mu Qingfang humped into once, twice, three times.

 

A sharp pain made Shen Qingqiu moan between his sobs as pleasure pricked painfully at his overstimulated nerves. Teeth sank into Shen Qingqiu’s flesh where his neck met his shoulder just before liquid heat pulsated into Shen Qingqiu in short searing rivets. Mu Qingfang sunk his teeth deeper into Shen Qingiu's flesh before he let go with a moan, thrusting into Shen Qingqiu one more time before he sighed in obvious bliss.

 

Sweaty flesh rubbed against Shen Qingqiu skin and Mu Qingfang nuzzled into him like a pleased cat while the cock buried deep inside Shen Qingqiu gave one last twitch before he felt Mu Qingfang’s spend pool inside of him.