Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 255: Absolutely NSFW

Chapter 255: Absolutely NSFW

Xiang Yu immediately noticed the printed paper on the table. The twins had put a lot of effort into jotting down this oath, covering every possible basis. The oath seemed more favourable to him than to Han Xin. It looked like if he hadn’t walked in on them, they would have sealed the oath with a blood pact.

Xiang Yu picked up the paper and said, "You have to go to bed."

Lian nodded, blowing out her candle and shooting Han Xin a warning glance. Han Xin easily understood her silent threat to sign the oath. Mei said, "Goodnight, older brother." Lian glanced at Mei’s candle and blew it out for her. Mei moved the candle away, yelling, "Hey!" but it was already too late. The light had gone out with a soft wisp of smoke curling into the air.

"Why did you blow out mine?" Mei demanded.

Lian defended herself, "I am saving on candles. They cost money, you know."

Mei, who always complained about money in the past, found her own words thrown back at her. "Still, I was going to do it myself," she grumbled.

Xiang Yu laughed at their banter. "Okay, okay, you can argue while going to bed."

Lian and Mei walked out of the study, still bickering. Xiang Yu glanced at Han Xin and said with an seductive smile, "I will be right back."

Han Xin leaned back on the couch, appearing relaxed and carefree. "I will be waiting," he said, watching Xiang Yu walk out with an intense gaze.

Xiang Yu felt that gaze burrowing into his skin but said nothing, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile.

As they walked down the hallway, Mei’s voice broke the silence. "Master, since you and Big Brother are together, will the Divine Emperor make trouble for you?"

Lian added, "Yeah, last time he seemed very angry about it."

Xiang Yu smiled reassuringly. "It doesn’t matter. He should know who provoked who first."

Lian and Mei exchanged worried glances but remained silent. They were deeply concerned that their master would be hurt and that the Divine Emperor would punish him. This was why they were so determined to get Han Xin to sign the blood oath. In truth, it was more than just a loyalty contract; it was a life-and-death contract disguised as such. The contract would bind two souls togethed. When one got hurt, the other would feel the pain, and if one died, the other would perish as well. This way, if the Divine Emperor punished Xiang Yu, his son would suffer the same fate.

Xiang Yu had no idea that the loyalty oath was a life and death contract written in invisible ink. If he had known, he would have smacked the pair upside their heads.

After putting the them to bed, Xiang Yu returned to find Han Xin in his office, a dagger in hand, trying to prick his thumb to complete the oath. Xiang Yu quickly grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and frustration.

"Trying to complete the oath," Han Xin replied, his tone earnest.

Xiang Yu took the dagger from him and tossed it onto the desk. "It’s not necessary."

Han Xin glanced at the dagger, feeling a bit lost. He was willing to do anything to show Xiang Yu his sincerity, but it seemed Xiang Yu didn’t want him to.

Xiang Yu suddenly closed the door ans locked it with a click making Han Xin’s brow arch. The air suddenly became thick with anticipation as Xiang Yu took slow, deliberate steps towards him. His eyes smouldered with desire, his heart pounding with each step, eager to close the distance between them. Han Xin, lounging on the couch, adjusted his position, his long legs stretched out, exuding a casual confidence that only fueled Xiang Yu’s determination.

"I wanted to complete the oath to prove my sincerity," Han Xin said, his voice deep and alluring. He knew how to play with words, and Xiang Yu was all too willing to be seduced by his promises. But Xiang Yu had other ideas, his mind brimming with more intimate ways for Han Xin to express his... devotion.

With a graceful movement, he sat on Han Xin’s lap, his lithe body settling perfectly against the other man’s strong frame. Han Xin’s breath hitched as he felt the warmth of Xiang Yu’s body, their closeness sending shivers down his spine. Xiang Yu leaned in, his lips mere inches from Han Xin’s, his breath hot against his skin.

"There is really no need for that," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Han Xin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he felt the heat building in his crotch. His hands, large and capable, found their way to Xiang Yu’s waist, his touch gentle yet firm, caressing the smooth muscles and exploring the curves of his lower back.

Xiang Yu’s eyes fluttered closed as he savoured the sensation, his lips parting slightly, inviting Han Xin to take what he desired. Han Xin leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Xiang Yu’s lips as if in a trance, drawn to the soft, pink flesh that promised sweet pleasures. But just as their lips were about to meet, Xiang Yu spoke, his voice a low, sultry purr.

"You can show your sincerity in other ways," he suggested a playful glint in his eyes. Han Xin’s lips curved into a slight smile, his fingers trailing down Xiang Yu’s slender body, finally cupping his firm, perky buttocks. The feeling of Xiang Yu’s cheeks filling his palms sent a jolt of desire straight to Han Xin’s groin.

"Like this?" Han Xin asked, his voice hoarse with need. Xiang Yu let out a throaty chuckle, the sound sending shivers down Han Xin’s spine. Without hesitation, he claimed Han Xin’s lips in a kiss that was wet and hot, their mouths melding together perfectly.

As their tongues danced in a passionate embrace, Han Xin’s hands roamed freely over Xiang Yu’s butt, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. Xiang Yu moaned into Han Xin’s mouth, his hips moving in a sensuous rhythm, grinding against Han Xin’s growing erection. The friction was exquisite, and Han Xin couldn’t help but gasp, his hands tightening their hold on Xiang Yu, pulling him closer.

Xiang Yu’s body felt like a live wire, his movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure intensified. Han Xin’s hand found its way to the back of Xiang Yu’s neck, his fingers tangling in the soft hair, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss. The other hand continued its exploration, sliding beneath Xiang Yu’s t-shirt, mapping every inch of his skin as though memorising the feel of his lover’s body.