Little Pink Starfish

Ever since his combat power had skyrocketed, Gu Bai felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion for the first time.

Yes, that’s right—exhaustion.

The pleasure was so intense it became numbing. The feeling of his body being bent into all sorts of angles… it was an indescribable misery.

Oh, this was probably the embodiment of being “pleasured to death.”

Truly dead.

Every time he woke up, it was nonstop sex. Even showering meant more sex. No food, just endless sex. His stamina drained so fast that the bedsheets were changed again and again, only to be dirtied once more. He would pass out, wake up, then pass out again, while that thing behind him never truly stopped. From the Eighteen Styles of Longyang* to the Three Hundred Techniques of Love, everything imaginable was used. Every object in the room that could be utilized had been used—no, destroyed. _{*[T/N: Historical gay stuff.]}

Now, the only thing left in the room was the bed. All the other furniture had been reduced to debris. Who could understand this? Who?!

Seriously, what a tragedy…

Gu Bai tilted his head back, his expression blank and dazed.

Right now, he was tightly held in someone’s embrace, his body firmly wrapped by a snake tail and two strong arms. His legs were locked around the other’s waist as something thick and hard continued to thrust upward inside him. His inner sensitive spots were already numb from the constant stimulation, leaving him weak and limp, reduced to only instinctual reactions… Silvery strands of saliva slowly dripped from his slightly parted lips, his eyes unfocused, his mind blank.

One thought surfaced in his hazy consciousness.

…Is this ever going to end? Please, just let me see the sun!

Qi Guanrui gently licked Gu Bai’s neck, his movements firm yet tender. His thrusts never slowed, each one pressing deeper as if he wished to merge entirely into Gu Bai’s body, to become one with him forever.

Finally, after an unknown number of hundreds (or maybe thousands) of thrusts, Qi Guanrui suddenly drove in deep one last time, releasing his seemingly endless energy into the person in his arms… then simply remained there, waiting for another five seconds before rising again.

Gu Bai trembled slightly as he felt the scalding heat filling him.

If it were before—no, even if it were just the last time—he wouldn’t have been this weak. But now, each time left him more powerless than the last, and his consciousness blurred for longer periods. Meanwhile, his lover never seemed to have a single moment of not being hard. Damn it, were snakes really this deadly when it came to sex?! Was he trying to cram an entire lifetime’s worth of sex into a single stretch?!

Finally, Gu Bai couldn’t take it anymore. He forced out a few weak words: “Xiao Shan… stop…”

Qi Guanrui swallowed his unfinished words. “…I can’t stop.”

Gu Bai: “…”

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One week later.

Gu Bai lay sprawled on the bed like a lifeless corpse, his legs splayed wide.

And yet, even in such an undignified position, his body—encased in a perfect shell—still made his posture look attractive.

His pale, jade-like skin was covered in dense kiss marks, leaving no spot untouched, even the creases of his inner thighs and behind his knees.

Honestly, it was a bit terrifying to look at.

His lips were swollen, his long hair damp with sweat, his body completely drained of energy… even his eyeballs lacked the strength to roll.

Behind him, the thoroughly wrecked entrance was still leaking white fluid, and the sheets beneath him exposed everything—permeated with an intoxicating, musky scent of indulgence.

A truly tragic sight.

At the bedside, Qi Guanrui stood impeccably dressed, holding a camera and taking photos of Gu Bai from various angles.

Gu Bai watched with a deadpan expression as Qi Guanrui finished his impromptu photoshoot, then carried the camera over, cuddled him close, and started flipping through the pictures together.

…He had no words.

Gu Bai had always known that the lover he had written into existence was a total pervert. But only now did he realize—perverts could evolve to even higher levels of perversion. _{[T/N: Hahaha technology made it worse.]}

#Perverts aren’t scary. What’s scary is when perverts are cultured.#

#What’s even scarier than cultured perverts? Perverts who continue to educate themselves.#

If the first time he saw the camera, Gu Bai still had a sliver of energy left to protest, by the time he’d been fucked into oblivion again he couldn’t even speak anymore.

This camera was something he had recently bought before returning here, with a massive storage capacity that had never been used. But now, in the hands of a pervert, who knew when it had started being used—because there were thousands of photos in it, all of which could easily become prime scandal material.

For example:

• Naked shots of his otaku body getting fucked…
• Naked shots of his city lord body getting fucked…
• Various poses of his otaku self…
• Various poses of his city lord self…

And of course, the city lord shots were the most numerous, the positions the most challenging, and the angles the most precise.

Probably because the city lord form lasted longer…

Goddamn it, who the hell cares about that?!

Fine, take pictures if you must, but could you not flaunt them like a damn trophy?!

Who the hell wants to share humiliating photos with you?!

I’m seriously the unluckiest person alive!

He didn’t even have the strength left to rage… Even if there were wild dogs rampaging in his mind, they couldn’t bring back his shattered dignity.

If keeping quiet meant never getting out of bed again, then he’d rather confess now and be done with it.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly felt something hard pressing against his waist again.

No, no, no, I’m about to break in half!

Please have mercy!

Just then, the phone rang.

Gu Bai: Whoever is calling, I swear, I will thank all eight generations of your ancestors! Thank you for saving my life!

Qi Guanrui tilted his head slightly and said in a gentle tone, “What if you don’t want to answer?”

Gu Bai mustered all his willpower and squeezed out three words: “I. Want. To.”

Qi Guanrui sighed. “Alright then, I always listen to Gege.”

Gu Bai: Heh. If you really listened to me, why don’t you stop, you damn pervert? Heh heh heh.

Of course, to avoid provoking the still possibly fragile little heart of a pervert, he kept all his complaints bottled up, focusing instead on the voice coming from the phone, which Qi Guanrui had brought to his ear.

Oh! He instantly recognized the voice! It was that damn femboy! Of course, it was his dear little buddy! A true bestie-for-life!

Gu Bai felt a surge of excitement, though his voice remained calm. “Wei Liang.”

The person on the other end hesitated. “…Who are you?”

Gu Bai: “…”

After a brief pause, he decisively continued, “It’s me, Gu Bai. Where are you?”

Wei Liang: Something feels off, but should I risk my life to check it out?

Gu Bai: “Hello?”

Speak up! Stall for time! My precious rest depends on you! Come on, my childhood friend! My lifesaver!

Wei Liang hesitated. “Actually… I’m at your doorstep.”

Gu Bai froze for a moment before immediately saying, “Xiao Shan, go open the door!”

Qi Guanrui raised an eyebrow.

Lowering his gaze, he met Gu Bai’s firm eyes.

After a long moment, Qi Guanrui smiled gently. “Alright, I’ll go open it.” He leaned down and kissed Gu Bai’s lips. “Like I said, I always listen to you.”

Then, he swayed his body, got off the bed, and walked away.

Before leaving, he draped a snow-white robe over Gu Bai’s body—just like the ones he had always prepared for him in Lingwu Continent.

Gu Bai touched the fabric, then silently turned his head away.

…Feeling moved over such a small thing was truly pathetic.

Wei Liang stood outside the door, his heart pounding fast.

He was extremely nervous—more nervous than he had ever been before.

So as he stared at this familiar apartment door, it felt as if he were looking at the massive serpent lurking inside…

My dear childhood friend’s voice sounded so hoarse, hoarse with a hint of strangeness—are you really okay? I’m so nervous, so nervous, what do I do?!

Wei Liang inhaled, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled.

The transition from 2D to 3D is seriously terrifying…

As he waited, his mind flashed back to a few days ago.

Originally, he had only come back to grab his key, but for some reason, he suddenly blacked out. When he woke up, he found himself slumped on the single sofa, shivering from the cold. No blanket, nothing to cover him! What the hell?! There was no way Xiao Bai Cai would do something like this—no way!

If it wasn’t Xiao Bai Cai, then the only other culprit could be the pervert… And he didn’t even dare think about why he had blacked out.

Because if he thought about it too much, he had a feeling he’d recall something extremely terrifying.

As for how he eventually woke up, how he heard sounds from the bedroom, how he stealthily crept over to take a peek, how he saw two figures entangled on the bed, and how a long snake tail suddenly whipped over and slammed the door shut right in front of him…

He swallowed a mouthful of blood.

Better to keep all of that buried deep inside.

Finally, the door opened.

Wei Liang flicked his fluffy hair and flashed his signature dazzling, flirtatious smile—the kind that showed exactly eight pearly white teeth.

And then, he was greeted by an extraordinarily handsome yet eerily soft-featured face.

Holy shit. The pervert is the one opening the door!

Qi Guanrui looked gentle, his gaze slowly traveling down from Wei Liang’s face to linger on his fragile-looking neck.

Wei Liang instinctively shrank back.

Wait, is he about to snap my neck?! This can’t be happening! I’m your lover’s best friend, don’t you know that?! You can’t do this to me!

…But somehow, begging for mercy felt like it would only make him die faster.

Fortunately, Qi Guanrui’s gaze—which Wei Liang swore felt sinister—finally shifted away from his delicate neck. Instead, he spoke in an equally gentle tone, “Come in. Gege isn’t feeling well right now.”

Wei Liang: I absolutely do NOT want to know why Xiao Bai Cai isn’t feeling well.

But dear Xiao Bai Cai, is your poor little chrysanthemum still intact? Is it really okay?

The two stepped inside.

Wei Liang felt oddly restrained.

—I’ve been here countless times, but this is the first time I feel so damn uncomfortable! Damn it!

He then cautiously accepted the cup of tea Qi Guanrui handed over—offered with an air of absolute authority—yet he didn’t dare take a single sip. He sat stiffly, watching Qi Guanrui walk into the bedroom, not knowing what he was up to, and didn’t dare say a word.

He waited, in absolute silence.

About five minutes later, he heard some movement, and the bedroom door opened.

Then, he saw Qi Guanrui carrying a very frail-looking figure out of the room…

Wei Liang: …What the actual fuck.

Who the hell is this?!

Looking this breathtakingly gorgeous and not competing in beauty pageants is a crime, okay?!