Encountering a Snake - Chapter 12

Shen Qingxuan soon discovered that it was only during kissing that the typically indifferent Yi Mo displayed any exception to his usual emotion.

During the kiss, Yi Mo first pressed his lips slowly, then the lips rubbed and teased each other, as if testing the sensation. When their lips grew warm, Yi Mo seemed to lose patience and his tongue reached the teeth. Shen Qingxuan did not hesitate, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to let Yi Mo explore. He instinctively lifted his arms, wrapping them around Yi Mo’s neck, completely showing trust and surrender.

However, such trust wasn’t formed overnight. It was developed through acquaintance, understanding, and eventually dismantling the guard against alien creatures. Shen Qingxuan had unknowingly begun to harbor deeper feelings, though he wasn’t sure when this change occurred.

Now, however, this feeling was being simplified to the notion of “repaying a favor.”

Since Yi Mo insisted it was about repaying a favor, Shen Qingxuan decided to embrace it. He shifted from a passive stance to actively entangling his tongue with Yi Mo’s, kissing him forcefully.

Yi Mo lifted his gaze briefly to observe him. Shen Qingxuan’s expression was still gentle, with a hint of a smile. Yi Mo looked at his smiling eyes, then lowered his gaze again. The kiss became more intense, no longer slow and gentle, but rather boiling with fervor. Yi Mo’s tongue swept forcefully inside Shen Qingxuan’s mouth, and their exchanged breaths were mysterious and subtle. Shen Qingxuan’s initial bold attempts were quickly subdued, and even his previously assertive tongue was now curling and evading. Yi Mo was not satisfied with just this; after tasting every corner of Shen Qingxuan’s mouth, he wrapped around the retreating soft tongue, sucking and squeezing out more fluids. Occasionally releasing, Yi Mo would wait for Shen Qingxuan to retreat slightly before pulling him back for more, repeating the process.

Shen Qingxuan felt breathless, his clarity slowly overtaken by a foggy haze. The wild and domineering tongue left him with no room to retreat or resist, and he found himself increasingly immersed in the heat of the moment. Only during these times did Yi Mo reveal a bit of his true nature. Shen Qingxuan held him tighter, letting the passion spread from their entwined lips and tongues.

The humid, heated breaths exchanged between them became chaotic, and Shen Qingxuan could no longer suppress the rising tide of emotions. Soft moans escaped his nose.

Yi Mo finally stopped, rubbing the slightly parted, wet lips with his fingers, and emotionlessly asked, “Are you comfortable?”

Shen Qingxuan, still dazed, glanced at him under the candlelight by the bed and then smiled again, “With you serving me this way, loosening my clothes and holding me in your arms, how could I not be comfortable?”

Yi Mo continued to rub his lips, this time with greater force, further tormenting the already swollen lips before saying, “There’s no one else in this world who can control your mouth.”

Shen Qingxuan turned his head, biting Yi Mo’s finger on his lips as if to vent his frustration, leaving teeth marks. Then, feeling reluctant, he extended his tongue to lick the bite marks, adding a touch of sensuality to the scene. Yi Mo’s eyes narrowed as he watched Shen Qingxuan’s pink, wet tongue wrap around his finger, exuding an undeniable allure.

When the finger was wet with Shen Qingxuan’s saliva, Shen Qingxuan let go, still smiling, and asked, “Are you still comfortable?”

Before he could respond, Yi Mo’s hand reached into Shen Qingxuan’s mouth, grabbing his mischievous tongue and beginning a new round of teasing.

The sensation of having his tongue played with made Shen Qingxuan’s face flush deeply. He realized he had been audacious tonight, without any decorum or shame, completely breaking from convention. Yet, there was a unique and exhilarating thrill to the madness.

Given that only he and Yi Mo were in the room, and with Yi Mo’s skills, no one else could hear their movements. Shen Qingxuan decided to abandon all pretense and indulge in the madness.

He had been lost to this madness since that hot spring bath. Yi Mo, while playing with his tongue, also worked his way down, slowly and steadily undressing Shen Qingxuan. Shen Qingxuan noticed his actions, his face growing even redder, but he didn’t stop him. Instead, he raised his hips to make Yi Mo’s movements easier.

Yi Mo touched the erect member and commented, “Not bad.”

Shen Qingxuan closed his mouth and bit Yi Mo’s fingers hard, mumbling, “No need for your evaluation.”

Yi Mo was indifferent to the pain and only pinched the sensitive tip, causing Shen Qingxuan to moan. He said, “It’s a pity that such a well-endowed one has not experienced anything.”

If Shen Qingxuan’s knees were able to move, he would have kicked Yi Mo in frustration to ease his embarrassment. Unfortunately, his legs and knees were immobile, leaving him exposed. He could only remain still, displaying his most private parts.

The embarrassment was overwhelming, and Shen Qingxuan could no longer bear it. He grabbed Yi Mo’s clothing and asked, “Are you going to do it or not?”

Yi Mo did not push his hand away but instead moved his moist fingers, showing them to Shen Qingxuan. Then, he firmly grasped Shen Qingxuan’s member and quickly stroked it twice, before seriously saying, “I told you your desires are strong. You still deny it. Are you so eager?”

Realizing he had been toyed with once more, Shen Qingxuan was left with no energy to argue, just glaring at Yi Mo before turning away helplessly. He thought to himself that this snake was truly wicked beyond measure, and there was no one worse in the world—no, it was a snake, an old, wicked snake!

Yet, despite his inner complaints, the pleasure he felt below was undeniable. Even if he cursed the old snake a thousand times, this pleasure was only something this old snake could provide. Shen Qingxuan, with no dignity left, turned his face back, pulling Yi Mo closer, wrapping his arms around his neck, and letting out soft moans.

Yi Mo’s hands were skillful but offered only minimal pleasure, quickly moving to the back and gently teasing the tight, tender entrance with his fingertip.

Feeling the intrusion, Shen Qingxuan jerked his head up in shock, abandoning his embrace and propping himself up on his elbows, staring at the faintly moving wrist between his legs with a look of horror.

After watching for a while, his gaze shifted to Yi Mo’s face, and he finally, hoarsely asked, “…Are you really going to use that?”

Yi Mo remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on him without a hint of expression.

“…” Shen Qingxuan bit his lip, his face alternating between pale and red, murmuring, “I’ve thought about it but didn’t expect it to be real.”

After waiting a moment longer, Shen Qingxuan lay back down, his arm across his face to block it. He whispered, “That place might not be suitable for you. Get something else…” Unable to finish his sentence, Shen Qingxuan fell silent, completely overwhelmed with shame.

Yi Mo remained unfazed. He looked around, then fixed his gaze on the oil lamp on the table. With a flick of his fingers, the lamp moved slowly toward the bed and stopped next to the bed curtains. Yi Mo pulled back the curtains, dipped his fingers in warm lamp oil, and then spread Shen Qingxuan’s legs further apart, applying the oil and slowly manipulating the small folds of the entrance.

Shen Qingxuan changed position, covering his face with a nearby silk blanket, hiding his entire head beneath it, effectively disappearing from view.

A trace of a smile crossed Yi Mo’s face as he kept his head down, inserting a fingertip into the slightly stretched entrance. Shen Qingxuan’s body tensed visibly, unsure how to react, remaining stiff.

Yi Mo raised an eyebrow, giving his backside a light smack before pulling his hand away. He applied more hot oil and reinserted his finger, continuing to move it in and out. Shen Qingxuan remained silent, his body adapting to the touch. Only when three fingers were inside did Shen Qingxuan struggle slightly, as if uncomfortable.

Yi Mo didn’t add more fingers, instead lowering himself and pulling away the blanket covering Shen Qingxuan’s face and the arm blocking it, saying, “Is this how you offer yourself? You’re like a turtle.”

Shen Qingxuan snorted through his nose but didn’t lift his head, grabbing Yi Mo’s shoulders and burying his face in his neck. His body adapted to the intrusive fingers, and with Yi Mo’s familiar scent of grass and wood, Shen Qingxuan slowly lifted his hips, moving in rhythm with the fingers.

Knowing he was enjoying it, Yi Mo took his time, continuing the motion for some time, until Shen Qingxuan couldn’t help but moan. The previously retreating member now quivered and stood erect, emitting a clear fluid from the tip.

The increasing heat inside Shen Qingxuan was unfamiliar but intensely desirable. When the hand paused, he felt a sense of emptiness, unable to resist. He lifted his face and whispered, “Just go ahead.”

“Can’t wait any longer?” Yi Mo withdrew his hand.

Shen Qingxuan hesitated for a moment but nodded honestly, “Yes.”

Yi Mo turned around. Although his clothes were disheveled, he was fully dressed and had no intention of removing them. He only unfastened his pants, holding Shen Qingxuan’s waist, spreading his legs as wide as possible, then lowered his own pants and guided his swollen member inside.

Shen Qingxuan groaned in pain, feeling as if he were being punished. His entire body tensed, unable to breathe.

It was unclear how much time passed before he began to relax, his body slowly adjusting. Shen Qingxuan, his face pale, looked at Yi Mo and said helplessly, “Take it easy. If you’re this rough, I’ll be out of breath soon.”

Yi Mo did not respond, instead feeling the connection between them and checking under the candlelight at the head of the bed. “It’s fine, there isn’t even any blood.”

Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed red in anger, “You wicked snake!”

Yi Mo lifted his hips and thrust heavily, making Shen Qingxuan writhe like a fish on land. Losing his will to curse, Shen Qingxuan quickly adapted, pulling Yi Mo’s neck closer and lifting his hips, emitting soft moans.