ARLQLCC chapter 62

Perhaps because he had been thoroughly “tormented,” Su Ji slept extremely deeply that night, without dreams. When he naturally woke the next day, it was already much later than his usual waking time.

As expected, when he opened his eyes, he was still facing that warm, heated chest. It was already late in the morning hours, and Chu Zhaoye was still holding him, sleeping soundly.

Su Ji felt lazy and didn’t want to move. It was the first time he realized that just kissing alone could make someone this tired.

He didn’t know about others, but when Chu Zhaoye kissed him, that look as if he wanted to devour him completely, was still fresh in his memory.

Su Ji let out a soft sigh. He really hadn’t expected that little round-eyed kitten from before would transform into a lecher trying to covet his own master.

While he was absentmindedly thinking about yesterday, his chin was suddenly pinched by a large hand and tilted upward.

The next second, his lips were lightly captured. Su Ji let out a muffled sound and, right after waking up, was forced into a wet, intense kiss.

After what happened yesterday, he had already learned how to breathe properly under the man’s relentless advances, so when he was released this time, he didn’t end up dizzy and unable to stand from lack of oxygen like he had the day before.

Chu Zhaoye had returned to his state from the beginning of yesterday—his eyes were no longer clear. After being satisfied by the kiss, he leaned in again and rubbed against Su Ji.

The two of them were under the same blanket. The “sword” that had already been sheathed seemed to sense something—its sharp tip once again revealed itself, fierce, dangerous, and burning hot.

Something is wrong, Su Ji thought silently, narrowing his eyes and glancing down.

Chu Zhaoye looked at him pitifully.

Su Ji said expressionlessly: “Control yourself a bit.”

Chu Zhaoye said “oh” and slowly moved back a little.

Once the contact disappeared, Su Ji let out a breath of relief.

Luckily, even though Chu Zhaoye was in his heat cycle, he hadn’t lost control to the point of crossing the line. If it was just kissing, he was already used to it. But if Chu Zhaoye truly became unable to control himself and had other needs…

He felt like there was a high chance he wouldn’t refuse.

After being reborn, all of Su Ji’s patience had been given to Chu Zhaoye. He didn’t expect that this softness had not been used in the right direction, and instead had started to drift further and further off track.

And judging from Chu Zhaoye’s… impressive “size,” Su Ji felt it was best if he didn’t have any other needs.

He pushed away the man’s arm around his waist and got out of bed to fetch his outer robe.

Chu Zhaoye was ordered not to leave the bed, until… until he returned to normal.

The man sat on the bed pitifully, looking at Su Ji with obvious grievance.

Chu Zhaoye rarely handled his own physical needs. Aside from suppressing it with spiritual energy, he usually just waited for it to calm down on its own.

A several-thousand-year-old virgin who had rarely done such things while conscious was now in heat and mentally unclear, only able to sit on the bed and stare longingly.

After putting on his outer robe, Su Ji took out the medicine for today meant for Chu Zhaoye.

That unruly “sword” was still acting up, baring its fangs and claws as if it wanted to tear through the blanket. Su Ji ignored it and stuffed the medicine into Chu Zhaoye’s mouth.

Chu Zhaoye obediently swallowed it, still looking at Su Ji with that “longing gaze.” Su Ji covered half of his face with his hand.

Then the palm of his hand was licked by this shameless big cat.

Expressionlessly, Su Ji moved his hand away and wiped it twice on Chu Zhaoye’s inner robe.

The man, although mentally unclear, still realized he was being disliked. He looked miserable and stopped moving.

Without his trouble, Su Ji was happy for the peace. Just as he was about to pull a chair over to sit down, there was a knock at the door.

He went to open it and saw Tu Yan and Hu Sansan each carrying a food tray. They had set up a spiritual barrier at the door, trembling as they handed over the food.

Su Ji took the trays and looked at them amused: “What’s going on?”

Tu Yan clung to the door: “Su Ji, I came to tell you that your cafeteria has already started expanding. All the skilled craftsmen of our demon race have gone there. It’ll reopen after the boss’s heat cycle is over.”

He paused, then peeked through the crack at Chu Zhaoye, who was sitting alone on the bed, radiating unhappiness.

“Boss is… out of his mind again? I told you, I almost couldn’t stand properly when I came in. You’ve really worked hard.”

Su Ji glanced at him: “It is indeed very hard.”

“…”

Tu Yan muttered: “It’s just that this heat cycle came too suddenly, and boss only likes you…”

Su Ji: “Alright, it was my choice. Anything else? You’re all shaking like leaves.”

Tu Yan nodded and reminded him: “The attendants can’t withstand the pressure from boss’s heat cycle. I’ll be bringing meals for you these few days.”

“And one more important thing: on the last day of the heat cycle, boss might regain clarity early, or might become even harder to control. We don’t know what will happen yet. But don’t worry, boss definitely won’t hurt you!”

Su Ji nodded to show he understood, then closed the door with the tray. Turning around, he saw Chu Zhaoye staring darkly at the door. When he turned back, the expression hadn’t yet changed and was caught red-handed.

Chu Zhaoye was jealous—this much Su Ji already understood clearly.

He placed the meal on the table and glanced at the bedside.

It still hadn’t gone down.

Probably wouldn’t go down anytime soon.

Chu Zhaoye looked at him.

Su Ji said helplessly: “Come eat first.”

The man’s eyes lit up. Wearing only his inner robe, he followed closely behind Su Ji step by step. After Su Ji helped him put on his outer robe and covered that indecent outline, they sat facing each other and began eating.

On the second day of the heat cycle, Chu Zhaoye was relatively obedient—not as out of control as the first day.

As for Tu Yan’s “final day probability,” Su Ji felt Chu Zhaoye would likely be the former case.

Even if it was the latter, a Tribulation realm cultivator wouldn’t lose control too badly anyway.

……

Six days passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, Chu Zhaoye spent most of it in a semi-conscious state and never left Su Ji.

Su Ji spent every day alternating between coaxing a cat and being forcibly kissed by the cat.

Only during one or two hours of sleep would Chu Zhaoye regain some clarity.

But not fully clear. Sometimes if Su Ji told him to move away because he was too clingy, he would secretly cry from being unable to control his emotions.

After being caught once, Su Ji never chased him away again.

A man does not easily shed tears—Chu Zhaoye had not even cried when his seclusion failed and he suffered spiritual backlash.

Su Ji thought: perhaps all his tears for this lifetime had been spent in these seven days.

After tonight would be his last day of heat. Su Ji was confident Chu Zhaoye would regain clarity early, and he wouldn’t have to worry about being kissed for an entire afternoon again.

After all, in normal conditions, Chu Zhaoye wasn’t this domineering. If he disagreed, the other party would never force him.

With this mindset, Su Ji fell asleep easily that night.

Chu Zhaoye’s embrace was warm. Although he was occasionally held so tightly he couldn’t move, overall it was comfortable.

But this comfort didn’t last long.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a scorching breath beside him. Groggily opening his eyes, he saw a man’s face flushed abnormally red under the moonlight.

Breathing was heavy, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Chu Zhaoye looked as if he was trapped in a nightmare, brows tightly furrowed, face full of pain.

Su Ji’s sleepiness vanished halfway. He sat up and leaned closer, patting his face.

“Ma Tuan? What’s wrong with you?”

As if soothed by his voice, Chu Zhaoye’s breathing calmed slightly. Just as Su Ji was about to relax—

A large hand suddenly grabbed his wrist!

The next second, the man’s tightly closed eyes opened, glowing red.

Su Ji only felt a sudden spin of the world. When his vision cleared again, he was already pinned beneath him, both hands restrained.

His heart sank.

This was bad.

It wasn’t even the seventh day yet—Chu Zhaoye had suddenly lost control.

He regretted being so certain during the day that the other party would regain clarity early. At this rate, the final day would definitely not be something that could be solved with just kissing.

The man slowly lowered his head, like a human-shaped beast, sniffing at his neck. Hot breath fell on his pale skin, raising goosebumps layer by layer.

The bedroom was dark, and the atmosphere grew tense with his heavy breathing.

Su Ji turned his head slightly, trying to resist. “Chu Zhaoye… Chu—”

Chu Zhaoye released his hand, instead cupping his face and lowering his head to kiss the lips that were calling his name.

The pink tongue was gently bitten, making soft, wet sounds.

This kiss was even more lingering than before. Before Su Ji could even catch his breath, he was pulled into another wave.

Over these seven days, not only had he learned to breathe properly—Chu Zhaoye’s kissing skills had also improved through repeated “practice.”

His tongue went numb. Su Ji lay helplessly on the bed.

After a moment, the lips were gently released.

The man, having kissed enough, slowly lifted his head and wiped his moist lips with his finger, red light flickering in his eyes.

“I’m very uncomfortable,” he said.

The “sword” had not yet even touched him, but Su Ji could already feel its trembling. It had only just begun, yet it had already swollen like this.

Chu Zhaoye’s entire body was burning abnormally hot—hotter than even the first day. Even at a slight distance, Su Ji could still feel the heat radiating from him.

If this continued, he might not make it to tomorrow without the heat cycle causing problems.

He was uncomfortable, so he rubbed against Su Ji. Thinking kissing might calm him, Su Ji leaned down and awkwardly kissed him again.

Then he felt the sword tremble even more violently.

Su Ji closed his eyes and said shakily, resigned: “Chu… Zhaoye, get up.”

Chu Zhaoye shook his head. “No… Ah Ji… I’m uncomfortable… please don’t get up, okay.”

Su Ji’s voice trembled more. His face flushed red in extreme embarrassment.

“You… if you don’t get up, how am I supposed to help you…”

Chu Zhaoye froze.

The next moment, two large hands grabbed his waist and flipped him over.

The two returned to the position with Chu Zhaoye underneath and Su Ji sitting on his thighs.

……

Chu Zhaoye normally never drew his sword in battle, relying only on his demon power. But in his spar with Su Ji, he showed considerable respect, even bringing out that ancient divine “sword”—one brimming with overwhelming power and a faint killing intent.

As soon as it appeared, the “sword” trembled with excitement, full of fighting spirit.

Su Ji immediately felt as if facing a great enemy. His pale hands tightened, spiritual energy gathering as he forced himself to respond.

For someone who had cultivated across two lifetimes, this was the first time he faced such a terrifying opponent.

The gap between their cultivation levels was too large. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid.

But now that the arrow was already on the string, there was no turning back.

He took a deep breath and reached out…

The moonlight was dim, shadows swaying.

Occasionally, suppressed breathing could be heard from the Demon King’s bedchamber, only to vanish again in the wind.

Author’s note:

So what is this chapter really about? That’s right—it’s about Chu Zhaoye, a Tribulation-realm cultivator, enthusiastically teaching his partner how to properly use a sword!

Even during heat cycle he is still diligently helping his partner cultivate. Truly moving the entire cultivation world! Applause!

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