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Chu Wanning slumped on the ground as the setting sun painted the sky orange. He was exhausted, having spent much of his spiritual energy on patching up a moderately sized tear in the barrier between the human and ghost realms.
Looking around, he saw people smile and celebrate, the malicious ghosts having finally been driven away. Warmth spread in Chu Wanning’s chest and his lips twisted into a tiny smile despite his exhaustion. Finally the people in this small town could sleep their nights in peace.
Finally his Shizun could be proud of him.
Taking a few deep breaths, he slowly got up to make his way away from the rejoicing villagers. He loved to watch their blooming joy; it was because of him and yet, it wasn’t something he was a part of.
Limping back to the inn, muscles tired and weary, Chu Wanning was very much looking forward to a nice, warm bath and a good night’s sleep. And, in the morning, he would send a spiritual butterfly message to his Shizun, letting him know about Chu Wanning’s success.
Warmth spread through his limbs, slow and sweet like melted sugary milk candy. His breath hitched faintly at the idea of how his Shizun would look when he’d read the message: eyes crinkling with joy, dimples appearing on his cheeks. Strong and tall and so powerful. A-Ning, you did so well, he would praise, and Chu Wanning almost whined at the thought. He felt the simmer of a low-burning heat in his belly but decidedly ignored it.
Bath first. Then sleep.
As for the other things—he really shouldn’t be thinking of his Shizun like that, because of course Mo Ran wasn’t going to choose someone like Chu Wanning as his mate. Mo Ran was handsome and powerful and kind, a true zongshi in every sense of the word, so why would he want someone as awkward and lanky as Wanning—a failure of an omega, if you asked himself.
Chu Wanning woke up in the morning, feeling sluggish. He had bathed and eaten, and all but fallen asleep on his two feet. He should be feeling better but, for some reason, wasn’t.
He groggily turned his head to stare out of the window; it was late morning already.
Trying to get up, Chu Wanning’s body refused to cooperate, telling him to burrow himself deeper into the soft blankets instead, to make a nest.
His eyes flew open just as a familiar cramping sensation twisted his lower belly into knots. The first flash of heat surged through his body and the understanding of what was going to happen dawned on him.
His heat.
Chu Wanning’s blood froze. He had been so immersed in his studies that he had utterly neglected keeping a heat diary. Of course he knew, in theory, that he was bound to have one at some point, especially considering how Sisheng Peak encouraged omegas to have their heats rather than simply suppressing them. Apparently it was bad for their cultivation.
But had Wanning made any plans? No.
A sharp spike of fear surged through him. He had to get out of the inn and get back to Sisheng Peak, back to his Shi—
Was he in any condition to ride a sword? Also no.
Beads of cold sweat appeared on Chu Wanning’s forehead. No. In addition to the threat of falling off of his sword mid-air, it was a bad idea to let Mo Ran know. He didn’t want his Shizun to know about his weakness. Not now, when he had just succeeded in his first solo mission.
Feeling angry and dejected, disappointed in his stupid omega body with his thighs already getting wet with sweet sticky fluids, Chu Wanning forced himself to leave the bed. Conjuring up a small message butterfly with his rather meager spiritual powers, he sent it to Madam Wang, the one person he trusted wouldn’t speak to Mo Ran.
While waiting for an answer, he painfully made his way out of the inn and disappeared into a narrow alleys of the village he was currently in, hiding from any rogue, unmated alphas. He cast a scent-blocking spell on himself before leaning against the wall and taking a few breaths, riding out a few painful cramps.
He was so empty.
Chu Wanning didn’t know how much time passed before a spirit butterfly suddenly appeared before him, fluttering gently.
There’s an omega heat house in the village, right next to the Cold Plum Flower restaurant. Use it, Sisheng will cover the costs.
Relief surged through him upon reading Madam Wang’s message. Deciding to trust his scent-blocking spell, he started trudging towards the heat house. Asking for directions to the restaurant, people were eager to help, recognizing him as their savior from the day before.
Chu Wanning nodded curtly and thanked them, treading on, another painful cramp crippling his body.
It seemed to take forever, but finally he was there. The heat house was a simple-looking establishment, quite imperceptible next to the decorative restaurant. Probably on purpose.
Chu Wanning entered and was immediately faced with an omega receptionist who looked at him with big, gentle eyes. ”Hi. How can I help you?”
“Hi,” Chu Wanning uttered, suddenly feeling terribly ashamed. His face was getting red from the simmering heat, he was already burning up. He felt humiliated. “I’m here for my heat. I’m sorry for the trouble—Sisheng Peak will cover the costs.”
The omega receptionist’s face melted into a warm smile. “Yes, yes. Come in, young xianjun. We received a message from the Madam of the Peak already—everything’s settled.”
Chu Wanning nodded awkwardly, hugging himself tightly.
”Now. About the practicalities. What about your alpha? Any requests? Would you like them to have fang covers?” asked the receptionist, tilting her head and continuing to smile pleasantly.
“Uh. No requests,” Chu Wanning choked, face red. “And yes, please. Covers. And I need to… ah, I need to borrow a bite-preventive collar, too.”
”Of course,” the omega receptionist smiled placidly, taking some notes and fetching the requested items from the storage behind her before proceeding to give him a key. “Second floor, the tangerine room.”
Chu Wanning nodded, turning away and all but crawling upstairs to his room. He refused to think about what was going to happen next, but nonetheless found himself pleasantly surprised by the clean state of the room: there were blankets and pillows for him to build his nest with, and spiritual message paper with a snack menu attached next to it.
Towels and oils and birth-control talismans were readily available on the shelf. Chu Wanning’s face flamed at the sight. An alpha would come, soon. An alpha would come and see him naked, make him feel better, give him what he needed, knot him and stuff him full—
He whined loudly from desperation. Yes, an alpha would come but it wouldn’t be the one he wanted.
The only one Wanning really wanted was his Shizun.
Tears trickled down his cheeks as he fastened the bite-prevention collar on his neck, feeling stupid. His heat was proceeding fast, slick trickling down his legs and his stomach cramping. He started to feel bleary and quickly stripped down to his undergarments, ambling over to the bed to make a half-hearted, haphazard nest.
Staring at it, he felt even more tears spill out from the corners of his eyes. It looked… inadequate. Silly. Like he had failed already.
“Tianwen, come,” he whispered and as his golden whip appeared, he promptly placed it on the bed. He felt safer already. Crawling into his nest, Chu Wanning closed his eyes and waited, body shaking with cramps and desire.
When there was a knock on the door, his belly twisted into a huge knot. He could barely breathe. “In,” he whispered hoarsely.
An alpha entered, wearing a veil that covered half of his face. His eyes were deep and bottomless. “Hello. I’m your service alpha for the duration of your heat. Last name Hua, first name Binan. You can call me whatever you wish.”
His voice was low and soothing, but Chu Wanning only felt disquieted. Just as the alpha—Hua Binan—was stepping further into the room, there was a loud crash outside, followed by a deep voice shouting and yelling, full of desperation.
It sounded faintly familiar, but surely it was just Chu Wanning’s heat-addled mind playing games with him.
Then, footsteps, stomping on the stairs and suddenly, the door of Chu Wanning’s room was wrenched wide open.
“A-Ning!”
Chu Wanning blearily opened his eyes to see his… his… “Shizun,” he whined, terribly ashamed of the sorry state he was in, sweaty and slicky and half-naked, burning with heat, pheromones floating in the air.
“What the fuck?” Hua Binan yelped, eyes blazing as he looked at Mo Ran. “Who the fuck are you?”
Mo Ran looked like he was going to explode from rage, his eyes blackened and face thunderous. “My question, exactly. Get the fuck out of here.”
Hua Binan laughed. “I’m sorry, xianjun, but I’m here to serve this young master—”
Chu Wanning stared as his Shizun grabbed the other alpha by his neck and bodily threw him outside, slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.
“A-Ning, thank gods you’re alright,” Mo Ran uttered with a wild look on his face before stomping deeper, falling on his knees next to the bed, reaching for his hands. “Your Shizun was so worried.”
He smelled so distressed; Chu Wanning only wanted to nuzzle him and make it better. “How did you…nh,” The words bled into a wanton moan as his belly cramped and pussy throbbed, an intense heatwave surging through him.
Mo Ran’s eyes dilated and he growled. “Madam Wang told me. Did you really think I would leave my sweet disciple suffer through this alone? That I would let some—some filthy service alpha touch my sweet A-Ning?”
”Unh,” Chu Wanning whined. Mo Ran was smelling so good, so delicious, his thick forest-like scent like a cool breeze in the stuffy air, balm to Chu Wanning’s boiling guts. He sniffed, taking in his Shizun’s pheromones, whimpering as they entered his system. ”Alpha,” he breathed with a tiny desperate voice.
Slick gushed out of him in abundance.
”Yes. Let me take care of you, A-Ning,” Mo Ran whispered. “You want this, don’t you? A-Ning, Shizun is terribly sorry; I can’t allow anyone else to touch you.”
“I want it,” Chu Wanning croaked, rolling over to lie on back and spreading his legs in invitation.
Mo Ran’s eyes darkened as he took in his disheveled state and slicky thighs of his young disciple. Stripping off his clothes, he slowly revealed his toned body, insanely sculpted chest and and his cock for Chu Wanning to see.
He was already hard. He was huge. Chu Wanning’s eyes widened in shock. He could never—could never—he thought witlessly, salivating.
But his omega knew what to do. ”Alpha,” it whined and, succumbing to his needs, invited his Shizun, his alpha to touch him and ease his pain. “Shizun.”
Mo Ran rumbled deep in his throat before moving closer and pulling away Chu Wanning’s undergarments, eyes roving over his slight frame . “Fuck, A-Ning. Call your weapon back, you don’t need it anymore. Shizun will keep you safe.”
”Tianwen,” Chu Wanning whispered, heart fluttering in anticipation. His willow vine whip vanished into his palm.
Mo Ran nodded approvingly and dove between Chu Wanning’s legs, hoisting them over his shoulders and giving his slit a sweeping lick before parting his folds, burying his face into his cunt. Chu Wanning shouted as Mo Ran licked and sucked the sensitive skin, rolling his tongue around his engorged clit as if to fuck him with it. He panted when Mo Ran closed his lips around it and sucked, the pleasure inside his belly building up at a terribly fast speed, and then he was coming for the first time around Mo Ran’s mouth, around his face, squirting and making a mess of him.
Mo Ran lapped up everything enthusiastically, growling and groaning into his slick folds as Chu Wanning rode out the first of his many orgasms, body shaking and trembling. “Ah, ah,” he whined and whimpered, body alight with desire. He was here with his Shizun, his most important person. He couldn’t believe his luck.
It made him cry.
“A-Ning, my sweet thing, look at you, so good to me, your Shizun is so proud,” Mo Ran whispered against his folds, soaking his face in his juices, not pulling away the slightest. After Chu Wanning had stopped shaking, he pushed his tongue inside his hole, fucking him slowly as if to test the waters.
“Shizun, ah, Shizun,” Chu Wanning sobbed, eyes rolling in his skull. His body was on fire, gut-wrenching want building up again inside him.
Mo Ran pulled away with a crazed look on his face. “A-Ning. I’m sorry, I don’t think I can hold back anymore. You have no idea how much l’ve wanted you,” he groaned, voice trembling.
“But,” Chu Wanning’s head was swimming, tears streaking his face. “I’m ugly.”
Mo Ran shook his head, crawling up and positioning himself directly to hover over Chu Wanning, staring at him with those soulful purple eyes. “No. You’re the loveliest, most beautiful thing ever. I’m afraid I’ll combust if I can’t have you.”
And then they were kissing with wild abandon. Chu Wanning was clumsy, this was his first kiss after all, but his Shizun was so sweet and talented, his mouth like liquid gold against his lips, teasing his mouth open and fucking him with his tongue. Chu Wanning tasted himself and moaned into Mo Ran’s hot mouth, hips bucking up desperately to grind against that ridiculously thick and long alpha cock.
Mo Ran laughed darkly and took himself in his hand, positioning the tip over Chu Wanning’s swollen clit. Then he pulled his foreskin over it, covering it and pulling it inside that inexplicable tightness.
Chu Wanning trembled and came for the second time, the suction on his sensitive clit unbearable. “Shizun,” he choked just as Mo Ran pushed his tongue inside his mouth again, his hand working on his dick to pleasure Chu Wanning with it.
Before Chu Wanning was done coming, mind still white and fuzzy, Mo Ran was already pulling away, only to jostle his legs into the crooks of his elbows, folding him in half.
And then he pushed, the fat tip of his cock breaching Chu Wanning’s tight, slick hole before sinking inside in full.
“Yah—!” Chu Wanning shrieked at the earth-shattering sensation of being penetrated for the first time. Mo Ran moaned into his ear as he pressed deeper, not stopping until his whole shaft was nesting inside Chu Wanning’s wanting body.
“A-Ning, baobei, you feel so good,” he uttered, totally gone. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t hold it back—”
Latching his lips onto Chu Wanning’s pink, perky nipple and sucking, he started fucking Chu Wanning like a beast, hips pistoning and cock moving in and out of his needy hole. Chu Wanning was wailing, high-pitched and ragged, over the moon. His Shizun was fucking him, his Shizun, his Shizun.
“Shizun, Shizun,” he sobbed, canting his hips to meet the powerful strokes that tickled his insides, scratching that deep heat-addled itch.
“A-Ning,” Mo Ran groaned, pulling his lips away from his chest. The knot on the base of his cock started to swell and upon realizing this, Mo Ran pulled away, making Chu Wanning cry with despair. But he only flipped him around to lie on his belly, grabbing his hips and mounting his slender frame, sinking back inside again.
Chu Wanning shouted and orgasmed around his Shizun, dragging the alpha over the edge too. Mo Ran rumbled as he fed his large knot inside him, the tip of his cock kissing Chu Wanning’s cervix as he came, the knot inflating even more to tie them together.
“Baobei,” Mo Ran panted, a wrecked, breathless sound. “Gonna pump you so full, gonna breed you, make you round with my pups, ah Wanning.”
Chu Wanning’s eyes widened as Mo Ran tore away his bite-preventive collar and sank his sharp fangs into his swollen scent glands, making Chu Wanning his. He felt light-headed, Mo Ran’s essence pulsing around him, inside him. The urgency of his heat had abated, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.
Alpha was his. Alpha wanted him.
“Shizun,” he whispered, closing his eyes, wetness on his dark lashes.
Mo Ran smiled against his neck and kissed the bite. “My sweet A-Ning. You did so well.”
Chu Wanning fell asleep, knotted and belly full of come, and when he awoke, Mo Ran’s cock had already grown large inside him, moving steadily against his tender walls as his Shizun groaned filthy, praising nonsense into his ears.
Wanning huffed, satisfied. He could definitely get used to this.