Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 198: NSFW (Evil smile)

That night, after a rainstorm, Peng Xiu had fallen in the garden and, covered in mud, had conveniently asked to use the bathroom. She had approached Han Xin, who was engrossed in his laptop, and asked if she could use his bathroom. Without looking up, Han Xin replied with a definitive no.

Peng Xiu had then mentioned the leaking shower and the broken water heater in the other bathrooms. Han Xin still didn’t pay any attention to her. He wasn’t at all considerate of the fairer sex. Han Zhan had to intervene suggesting she took a shower with cold water or ask Butler Qing to heat water in a kettle and pour it into a bucket for her. Peng Xiu had glared at him before pleading with Han Xin again, who had simply reiterated Han Zhan’s words.

Now, Han Zhan realised that Peng Xiu had been trying to get closer to Han Xin through this ploy, but her plans had been thwarted. He turned to the butler, about to suggest heating some water when Han Xin interrupted. "You can use my bathroom upstairs," he said, much to everyone’s surprise. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Han Zhan, "..."

Butler Qing, "..."

The sun had definitely risen from the west. Even Han Zhan wasn’t allowed to his bathroom. He would have gotten the same treatment as Peng Xiu. His jaw dropped.

"Cousin," he began, but Xiang Yu cut him off.

"I can bath with cold water, it’s not a big deal," Xiang Yu said, but Han Xin’s stern gaze silenced him. Xiang Yu thought to himself, who is he showing that bad face for?

He followed Han Xin upstairs to his bedroom. His mind couldn’t help but imagine Han Xin pressing him on the bed and kissing him till he was out of breath.

Han Xin had no idea of his thoughts. He pushed his bedroom door open and walked in. He opened the bathroom door revealing a pristine space. "The bath towel is clean and you can use the things in here as you see fit... Take your time," he said, his voice softer now.

Xiang Yu nodded, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He leaned against the cool tiles, trying to steady his racing thoughts. Damn, he felt like bait on a fishing line just waiting to be eaten. Shaking off his thoughts he took off his clothes.

The hot water cascaded down his sculpted body, steam filling the bathroom as he stood under the showerhead, his dark eyes closed in blissful relaxation. The droplets trailed down his muscular chest, tracing the contours of his abs and the intricate tattoos that snaked around his biceps, before disappearing down the drain. His breath was steady, but his mind was far from calm.

He couldn’t shake the memories he had shared with Han Xin. Usually, he tried to suppress these memories, but it was getting harder and harder the more time he spent with Han Xin. This was further exacerbated by the fact that he was in Han Xin’s space.

His fingers tangled in his wet hair, and he sighed, recalling the intensity of Han Xin’s gaze in the first world. That look was as if he were the sun, and Han Xin was the only planet in orbit, it had made his heart race and his skin tingle.

He remembered the soft, whispered words, "Can I kiss you?" in that cave. Han Xin’s eyes had been a mixture of desire and uncertainty, but the question had been asked with such raw emotion that Xiang Yu had been unable to refuse.

Their first kiss in the cave, hidden away from prying eyes, had been a rush of excitement and discovery. It was a kiss that had ignited a fire within him.

Xiang Yu’s hand trailed down his chest, his fingers brushing against his nipples, now hardened by the cool air and the heat of his memories. He shivered, picturing Han Xin’s lips on his, the gentle exploration that had left him breathless. The kisses under the stars, outside the courtyard, were seared into his mind, and he could almost feel the soft caress of Han Xin’s breath on his skin.

But this world was different. Xiang Yu’s hidden possessive tendencies now lurked beneath the surface like a dangerous undercurrent. He knew that in this world, Han Xin wasn’t and couldn’t be his, and the thought tore at his heart.

As the water continued to wash over him, Xiang Yu’s thoughts became more erotic. He recalled the night when he had taken Han Xin’s cock in his hand, stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He recalled the feeling of Han Xin’s hardness in his palm, the warmth of it seeping into his skin, and the soft moans of pleasure that drove Xiang Yu wild. He had been so lost at that moment that his senses were overwhelmed by the sensation of Han Xin’s body against his.

His hand slid lower, his fingers wrapping around his length, now throbbing with need. He bit his lower lip, tasting the saltiness of his skin, and began to stroke himself, imagining it was Han Xin’s hand on his cock. The scent of Han Xin’s shower gel, still lingering in the steamy air, only fuelled his desire.

His eyes fluttered open, and he leaned against the shower wall, his forearm pressing against the tiles for support. The water ran down his face, mixing with the blood, as he pumped his hardness, his breath coming in short gasps. The image of Han Xin’s face, his lips parted in pleasure, haunted him as he stroked himself with increasing urgency.

"Fuck," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you so damn bad."

His fingers tightened around his shaft, and he imagined Han Xin’s lips wrapped around him, sucking and teasing. Xiang Yu’s hips thrust forward involuntarily, his body craving the sensation of being deep inside Han Xin’s warm mouth.

The sound of his own ragged breathing filled the bathroom as he lost himself in the fantasy. He pictured Han Xin on his knees, looking up at him with those expressive eyes, now dark with desire. Xiang Yu’s hand moved faster, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, mimicking the wet strokes of a passionate blowjob.

The memory of Han Xin’s groans as he climaxed pushed Xiang Yu closer to the edge. His balls tightened, and his breathing became more rapid. He could feel the climax building, a coil of pleasure deep in his groin.

His fingers worked feverishly, and he imagined Han Xin’s eyes fluttering shut as he swallowed his release, the sight pushing Xiang Yu over the precipice. With a loud groan, he came, his cum shooting out in hot jets, splashing against the shower wall and mixing with the water.

Xiang Yu’s legs trembled as the orgasm washed over him, his body trembling with the aftermath. While he was basking in the intense feeling, there was a soft knock on the door. "Xiang Yu," came Han Xin’s voice.

Xiang Yu, "???" Fuck, fuck, fuck!