Ch104 - Forbidden fruit

Noncon ahead! No graphic details but yes, the deed has been done. 😞

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Xie Zhiwei almost cracked his jaw from gritting his teeth.

…how could I forget? I was careless.

He had accidentally killed one at Ashen Cloud Mountain and the fishy blood sprayed over them both. He didn’t know what it was at the time, only felt ashamed to be seen bathing by the protagonist. Later on he learned of the Black Wolf blood’s aphrodisiac properties and was glad it didn’t make skin contact with him.

Wait, the hero’s cultivation base was too low to avoid the wolf blood back then, so did he…

Xie Zhiwei’s expression also shifted, while Mu He blushed inexplicably. He looked at Xie Zhiwei and murmured, “The first time disciple had erotic thoughts about shizun was on the night that Black Wolf was killed. Even now, disciple clearly remembers the way shizun draped himself in his robes when leaving the water.”

“Don’t say anymore,” Xie Zhiwei interrupted him, dumbfounded. It was a while before he finally managed another sentence. “This isn’t right…”

You should be reacting to girls instead, ah!

“Indeed, it’s wrong. Senior Nie Ting said as much then too,” Mu He’s gazed deepened. “Disciple also knows it’s not right and tried to suppress it multiple times, but my feelings only grew unchecked in the long run…after four years and shizun coming back to life, does shizun think I can still get rid of them?”

Xie Zhiwei was shocked by his obstinate look. Mu He had never said such profound and revealing words even when taking revenge on the Bai father and son. He tried to dissuade him. “But, but you should know…if your father knew what you felt, or the world’s people, they’ll find you all sorts of trouble. How will they think of you? It’s better to desist.”

Things had come to a head. It was impossible tackling the issue from Xie Zhiwei’s angle, so he had to target the hero’s propensity for fame and fortune. The protagonist had a selfish personality, so even if he didn’t like girls, he still had to restrain himself to make inroads in the future.

But Mu He took his hand without hesitation. “Shizun, disciple has long grown into an adult. Haven’t I thought of the things you’ve mentioned? But even if this is the greatest wrong, even if I were to lose a lot, disciple still likes shizun. If you do something even though you know you shouldn’t, doesn’t that prove how much disciple values it in my heart?”

Xie Zhiwei was rendered mute.

He makes a lot of sense, I have no comeback. Motherf**king, no angle’s enough to convince him. Instead, he left me speechless.

As expected, it’s better to speak with your fists, not your words.

Mu He looked at him deeply. “When shizun showed up alive and well before this disciple outside Summit City that day, disciple stopped caring about anything else.”

Xie Zhiwei wanted to pry his fingers off. “But I also said I wouldn’t like you. Master is dedicated to cultivating the Dao and has no interest in romance.”

“Then shizun should tell disciple just how boring love is,” Mu He not only refused to let go, but used his other hand to grip Xie Zhiwei’s chin and forced the man to face himself. “Shizun was so caring to disciple back then and pities the white-robed female now. You give a helping hand to passerby and give no consideration to personal safety when rescuing youngest martial brother. What kind of feelings are these? Why are these feelings precious, but love untouchable?”

Question after question drove Xie Zhiwei once more to a dead end. Life was precious, but love ranked even higher. These were human principles with nothing to belittle. But all those words of praise were for love between a man and woman. If Xie Zhiwei started talking about that, wouldn’t Mu He blacken and take the world’s women as his enemy?

Seeing Xie Zhiwei fall silent, Mu He broke into a bitter smile. “Shizun can’t even explain it yourself, so why stop this disciple? Moreover, you’re already…” He trailed off, finger lightly caressing Xie Zhiwei’s lips. The latter felt thirsty and unconsciously licked himself to leave them slightly damp.

Mu He couldn’t resist and simply went to kiss him.

“Mmph…get lost…ummh…” Xie Zhiwei reacted fiercely and pushed back. His entire body was scorching right now and very sensitive. When Mu He kissed him, he also pinched an earlobe that left Xie Zhiwei’s entire nerves taut.

Xie Zhiwei struggled and said, “Why must you…I’m not a part of this world…you’ll be disappointed…”

“Disciple knows. When shizun was lying in the coffin for four years, you already ascended to become an immortal.” Mu He suddenly loosened his grip, though he didn’t release him. “Since you can’t escape this mortal realm even after ascension, why leave at all? Disciple will always make shizun priority for now and ever, which is much better than being immortal a hundred times. Why should shizun pursue such fruitless things?”

It sounds like the protagonist isn’t obsessed with seeking immortality anymore? Xie Zhiwei wanted to cry but had no tears. If I’d known this earlier, I wouldn’t have made up such a lie.

The wine was now taking full effect, leaving his brain a little sluggish and confused. He took Qingping Sword and placed it between him and Mu He. “Stay away…”

The blade flashed and Mu He saw the determination in his eyes. He remembered how the last time he forced things, Xie Zhiwei had said he was better off dead. His vision blurred for a moment.

It seemed that his illusion was backfiring on him again. The spiritual energy that Xie Zhiwei funneled him earlier had begun to be depleted. But the three-day time limit had just begun. He could only grit his teeth and endure it. He closed his eyes and said under his breath, “Disciple won’t go over. Shizun, put down the sword, okay?”

“Keep your distance,” Xie Zhiwei saw Mu He complying to step back and felt relieved. His body staggered as his grip on Qingping Sword slipped, nearly stabbing himself. The next second, his fingers slackened and the blade fell on the ground.

Like a thousand strands of hair, Black Lotus qi bound his wrists together before pulling them over his head and tying him to the bed. This was the usual bondage position of certain movies done flawlessly. Xie Zhiwei lifted his head, both shocked and angry. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

He was now extremely disturbed. Even though Black Lotus’s force was very light, it still left red marks on his wrists when he struggled. Mu He’s eyes were filled with distress. He wanted to explain that he was doing this for fear that Xie Zhiwei would hurt himself with Qingping Sword.

Instead, Xie Zhiwei cast everything aside and roared, “I’m not Xie Zhiwei!”

Mu He’s mind blanked before his vision went even blurrier. He fell silent for a while before smiling to ask, “What is shizun saying? If you’re not my shizun, then who could you be?”

Xie Zhiwei seemed to have seized upon a life-saving straw as he shouted, “I’m really not Xie Zhiwei. Xie Zhiwei’s already dead! He’s no longer in this world, so release me!”

Silence fell upon the illusionary world. Xie Zhiwei steadied himself before looking over to see that Mu He was in a trance.

“Hey, you…” he didn’t finished before he felt a chill.

An alarm was whistling in his head like a roller coaster before the System issued a piercing alert. “High-Level Warning! You rejected your identity as the original host and crossed the bottom line of OOC. Apologies, but System has cleared your Presence Points to zero…to zero…to zero…zero…ze…”

Xie Zhiwei’s heart was plunged in ice as the words “to zero” echoed endlessly in his head. His body was still hot from the wine, his blood still boiling, yet he felt as if he was in the middle of winter.

Your mother I really want to curse ahhhhhhh! What the hell is this ahhhh! One sentence was enough to clear all those years of hard work!! Between his muddled thoughts, the System’s friendly prompt continued. “Please don’t be discouraged. Implement your professional training as an actor. I believe you’ll definitely be able to recover your Presence Points soon!”

Being an actor…is so damned hard.

The former film emperor Xie Zhiwei seemed full of vicissitudes and aged fifty years in an instant. He remembered seeing Mu He run in the sunset not long after coming to this world. Those youthful times were something neither of them could recover again…

But the unstoppable plot was still moving forward.

Mu He suddenly broke into a bitter laugh. “Lying to me again…they all say shizun’s dead, but shizun’s not dead, he’s alive…”

He wobbled over like a mannequin with eyes unfocused. “Shizun didn’t die, shizun won’t die…none of this has changed!”

Xie Zhiwei was stunned. “What’s wrong with you?”

This is bad. He’s been triggered into another hallucination again.

Crap…even saying the truth can provoke him.

The illusion around them changed. The curls of incense smoke transformed into thin sandalwood incense sticks while the luxurious surroundings changed into a crude and simple room. The distant sound of flowing streams could be heard beyond the walls while one to two bamboo leaves drifted in through the windows.

This was Suihan Lodge in springtime.

Mu He’s eyes seemed to be shining with light, yet also very dull. He slowly looked at Xie Zhiwei and said, “It’s shizun’s voice, which means…shizun isn’t dead…shizun would never leave me!”

His face was pale and his cheeks flushed with a sickly glow. “Shizun, disciple truly likes you…” As he spoke he climbed onto the bed, pressing his entire body against Xie Zhiwei’s.

This time Xie Zhiwei was docile and said politely, “Please get off.”

But his words were too light. Mu He only smiled and directly grasped the thing between Xie Zhiwei’s legs.

“Ah…!” Xie Zhiwei couldn’t help crying out in pain.

Mu He blinked. “Does it hurt? Disciple will be gentler.”

Then he stroked back and forth extremely gently so that Xie Zhiwei just panted for breath without making any other cries. Mu He smiled, gratified. “Is this how shizun would react? Disciple…as well. So shizun really does like it.”

Looks like this brat’s jerked off plenty of times behind the scenes…

Just as Xie Zhiwei tried to stop him again, Mu He slipped a hand inside his robes and gripped him with his bare skin. All the sweat pores on Xie Zhiwei’s back stood on end. He couldn’t say a thing, because he had been pent up for a long time. Mu He had vented himself frequently in the past few days, so his stroking was particularly skillful. Again and again, he took care of all the most sensitive, comfortable places. Xie Zhiwei’s breathing grew rapid. Last time it was Black Lotus jerking him off, which was already too much. This time he even had Black Wolf blood added to the mix.

That place was both hot and hard and already nearly its limit to burst.

“Let go…ugh…” Xie Zhiwei couldn’t help crying out again, but it was less painful this time.

Yet Mu He just stopped, looking like a naughty child as he smiled. “Last time shizun already tried it with Black Lotus. Let’s not go so fast today. Shizun…why don’t we try it together…”

Xie Zhiwei didn’t find the release he wanted and simply sprawled on the bed while gasping for breath, feeling that he was going to die of heat. Mu He simply moved to remove his robes, revealing his sweat-soaked torso.

Xie Zhiwei was horrified. No, not like this! If we keep going, we’ll really…I’ll lose my morals as a transmigrator! Is this novel still okay?! Gallant Outlaw will be crying himself unconscious in the bathroom!

Wait, yes, Gallant Outlaw!

Xie Zhiwei nimbly clicked on the System and heard Gallant Outlaw’s piled up messages as soon as it turned out.

“What the hell’s going on ah, Idol? You you you…why are your Presence Points zero? What did you do?!”

Xie Zhiwei shouted back, “Dammit, the hero wants to top me, ah!”

“He’s the hero, let him top if he…what?!” Gallant Outlaw gave a start before muttering to himself. “The hell…so it’s already at that stage…?”

“What did you say?”

Gallant Outlaw quickly changed his tune. “Oh, I was asking, how did you two get to this stage, ah.”

Xie Zhiwei couldn’t bother with anything else. “Here here here, hurry and take this authorization. Finish watching and come back to solve my problem ahhhhh….!”

“Okay! Finally!”

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

At the fifteen minute mark, Xie Zhiwei couldn’t help asked, “Are you done watching yet?!”

“Done, done,” Gallant Outlaw’s voice was shaking. “So that’s how it was…in other words, the protagonist’s hopelessly bent by now. However…”

“However what?” Xie Zhiwei’s heart thrilled.

“However, even an author like me can’t think of a solution. Isn’t that infuriating?”

“….” said Xie Zhiwei.

Gallant Outlaw tried to sound him out, “Idol, do you want to just…endure it first? This isn’t the first time—”

“Eh?”

“Ah, I mean this is the first time, right? Endure it and it’ll pass.”

“Endure your sister. If you think it’s fine, you do it instead. Enduring this will bend him into the 18 curves of a mountain road. You swindling author, I bore with everything at the start to steal scenes for the sake of preserving my life, and for my own self-respect as an actor. But now?”

Gallant Outlaw was sincere. “You can still be…doing it out of self-respect as an actor right now, heh.”

“Get lost! Don’t fool me, you have to fix the problem this time. Otherwise I’d rather quit and die!”

Gallant Outlaw scratched his head. “But…but I can’t change the plot ah, Idol. The main System will have to deal with that.”

“Then you go, find them right now.”

“That won’t work. There are so many heroic author spirits that the main System needs me to wait in queue for hours. Even if I went to find them, can you afford to wait?”

“Wait, I’ll wait right now!”

“Uh, I’m afraid not.”

Xie Zhiwei gave a start. “What?”

And then he heard Gallant Outlaw counting down backwards. “Three, two, one, time’s up.”

When the last three words were finished, the twenty-minute time limit hit and violently kicked Xie Zhiwei out of the System.

Dammit ahhhhh trashy System, unscrupulous author, your sister for time restrictions!!!

Before Xie Zhiwei could react, he hear the sounds of clothes ripping open. His crow-gray robes were already torn to pieces. Though he was still wearing them, there was little difference to being naked. Instead, wearing half-wrecked clothes like this gave him a helpless, bullied look.

Mu He had buried his head to gently nibble at his collarbones with a sigh. “Shizun’s body smells like bamboo leaves, so fragrant.”

After getting angry at Gallant Outlaw and the System, Xie Zhiwei couldn’t take this scene at all. He directly exploded. “Scram!”

And then he suffered for his death-defying behavior.

Once again, the System blared alarms in his head. “Final Warning: in view of your 0 Presence Points and OOC cursing, the System will activate the self-protection program to prevent your Presence Points from going into the negatives. You are banned from speaking in the meantime as we adjust your character to its optimal state.”

Here we go again…

Now I can’t even curse if I want to…nor can I curse in the future. It’s all back to the beginning again.

Xie Zhiwei felt his vision turn black. What made him more desperate, however, was that Mu He suddenly sneered. “Cursing? How could shizun curse others? I knew it, this is just an illusion.”

Mu He picked Xie Zhiwei off the bed and hugged him hard in his arms. With the Black Lotus bindings still in place, Xie Zhiwei couldn’t move, nor could he speak. He was like a dead body that let Mu He do whatever he desired. There was a bronze mirror nearby, so he took a glance to see what his adjusted “optimal state” looked like now.

The sight made him freeze.

The mirror reflected a handsome youth in white robes entangled with a man in daoist robes. The hair of the daoist was rather messy, but his demeanor was gentle with a smile on his face. His legs were spread apart as he was forced to sit in the other man’s lap, but it didn’t affect his immortal bearing at all. He looked like a crane swimming in the clouds.

This is…the most optimal state?

Obsession flooded Mu He’s eyes, but it only lasted an instant. He simply remarked, “Today’s illusion is the best copy of shizun yet, but so what? This isn’t the real shizun.”

“….” said Xie Zhiwei. Whatever makes you happy.

Mu He kissed him on the lips, forceful and strong. It was completely different from his former shy and gentle attitude. Yet Xie Zhiwei only creased his eyebrows briefly without making a sound. Mu He increased his force and even nibbled him, as if eating something resentfully; soon, he had chew Xie Zhiwei’s lips until they were red and swollen.

Xie Zhiwei still didn’t make a sound.

Mu He laughed coldly. “It really is an illusion. If this was the real shizun, he would hit me by now.”

“….” said Xie Zhiwei. If you have any skills, don’t tie me up. See if I hit you then…no wait, System won’t let me OOC, oh gods…

Mu He placed Xie Zhiwei back on the bed. Thankfully Xie Zhiwei practiced martial arts, or else he might’ve sprained his back by now. Mu He leaned over and continued his rough kiss, nibbling along the way while tracing his way downwards.

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The two figures in the mirror made love as the hair hanging over the bed stirred violently.

Once, twice, three times, until one lost count completely.

From the time when Black Wolf blood was at its peak, to when its effects began to weaken, until they were long past its efficacy, Mu He never stopped.

Xie Zhiwei remained silent with a slight smile on his face as Mu He screwed him for three days straight.

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Translator’s Note: So apparently the author wrote two smut scenes on her Weibo for this period but they’ve both since been deleted from the Internet. As for the Chinese comments, remember that these are just readers’ personal opinions. We’ll have to keep reading to verify what Wood Box really thinks or feels.

This and the chapter after it constitute the biggest trigger warning for this series. Again, there are no overly graphic details of the act itself,  just the before and after. Xie Zhiwei also recovers very quickly because he has the whole “I’m dealing with a novelverse ‘real world'” thing going on in his brain, but by no means is this meant to discount real life survivors of s*xual abuse. Please choose your fiction with care before reading.

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