Encountering a Snake - Chapter 34

Extra: A Pool of Spring Water Reflecting Pear Blossoms①

TW – Bestiality

When Yi Mo woke up, he studied the peaceful sleeping face of the person beside him under the faint morning light. Liu Yan carried many heavy things in his nature—whether in thoughts or disposition. From his first life to now, across vast changes over the years, this part of him had never changed. He was always so burdened, with a heart so small yet filled with countless worries, weighed down in his chest, unable to feel light. He was the bone of the mundane world and the fate of vanity. Even in this third life, leaving behind the foolish days of his ignorance, this kind of serene sleep was still rare. Perhaps many of his troubles were brought on by himself, Yi Mo thought silently. Now, with only half a year left in this life, Liu Yan appeared calm on the surface, but inside, he must be enduring unimaginable torment.

Yi Mo reached out, unable to resist stroking his cheek. Then he leaned over and kissed his face.

Liu Yan stirred groggily from the motion but did not open his eyes. He wriggled under the blanket, his body—silken and boneless—wrapped around him like a snake. He clung to him with his chest, arms, and even his toes, which playfully scratched against Yi Mo’s under the blanket. With a sleepy hum, he asked, “Hmm…?” The rising tone of his voice was half-awake and adorably naive. Yi Mo couldn’t help but pull him into his arms, softly saying, “I had a dream.”

Only then did Liu Yan open his eyes. His voice, husky and low, asked, “What did you dream about?”

Yi Mo gazed at him for a moment before slowly saying, “I dreamed of you crying.”

Liu Yan made a puzzled sound, the haze in his mind dissipating instantly as if startled awake. He said curiously, “What’s there for me to cry about?”

Yi Mo said nothing.

He remained silent, but his eyes carried a trace of sorrow. Liu Yan immediately understood and smiled brightly, trying to comfort him. “What are you thinking about? Separation is nothing new; it’s happened before. What’s there to cry about?”

Yi Mo didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned over and kissed him—first on the cheek, then on the forehead, then at his temple, and finally on his lips. Under the blanket, his cool, jade-like hands roamed Liu Yan’s body. Gradually, even his palms lost the cold-blooded temperature of a snake demon, replaced by a warmth that infected him with tender affection.

Liu Yan turned his face, rubbing against him. The warm breaths that fell like scattered raindrops on Yi Mo’s cheek stirred gentle yet bittersweet ripples, like water disturbed on the surface of a lake. Yi Mo’s hands slid down the curve of Liu Yan’s spine under the blanket, easily finding the entrance he was so familiar with. His fingers pressed inside as if entering his own territory—calm and confident. The place was already wet, and just a few movements brought about faint, sticky sounds. Liu Yan trembled against Yi Mo’s shoulder, letting out a soft moan. His body reacted immediately, his abdomen tightening, and his back tingling with a rush of heat. The place that had been thoroughly ravished the night before warmed again under Yi Mo’s fingers. He could clearly feel how hot and tight it was as it clung desperately to his fingers.

As long as the other person was Yi Mo, Liu Yan would always soften easily, his entire body quickly breaking into a thin layer of sweat. The temperature under the blanket rose abruptly, as if steam had condensed into a physical form. Liu Yan instinctively lifted his leg, hooking it around Yi Mo’s waist. Yi Mo’s hardness pressed against his hips, slowly and deliberately rubbing between the groove, brushing over his secret spot again and again. The teasing motion made Liu Yan’s hairs stand on end, and his legs tightened around him. Gasping, he waited for Yi Mo’s entry, his body trembling with anticipation.

“I want it like this,” Yi Mo said. In Liu Yan’s dazed expression, his form suddenly reverted to its original state. He was now several times larger than before, his massive snake body coiling around Liu Yan. As the sharp yet gentle scales brushed against Liu Yan’s burning skin, he shivered instinctively, the strange mix of pain and pleasure making him tremble. The hardness between his legs grew unbearably tight.

Yi Mo, of course, noticed his reaction. The snake’s tail lifted and began rubbing teasingly against that place. Meanwhile, the triangular snake head lowered, its tongue flicking at the small, erect protrusion on Liu Yan’s chest. Yi Mo asked softly, “Is this alright?”

Liu Yan, startled by his sudden transformation, froze for a moment. As his mind caught up, he realized Yi Mo’s meaning and was immediately struck speechless with shock. He had always known Yi Mo was a snake demon, had seen his original form many times, and had even held and kissed it. But he had never imagined things would go this far—being pinned down and ravished by a snake! There was a world of difference between being taken by Yi Mo in human form and being—violated—by an actual snake!

Yi Mo, seeing Liu Yan stunned, softened his voice further, coaxing, “Is this alright?”

Liu Yan blinked as he finally came back to his senses, his mind a chaotic mess. What… should I do? In all his lives, with all the complexity he had seen and endured, nothing had ever been too difficult for him. Yet Yi Mo could so easily fluster him, leaving him blushing and at a loss. He opened his mouth, his voice barely audible: “What’s so good about… this…”

Yi Mo, thick-skinned as always, ignored any embarrassment. With a firm tone, he declared, “It’s fine.”

Liu Yan’s gaze flickered. After a moment, he spoke again, his voice small and trembling like a whisper, “What’s fine…”

His hesitation was already a concession. Yi Mo didn’t need him to say anything more. He simply lifted his tail proudly, revealing the two barbed appendages—both fully engorged and rigid. Even the barbs seemed to swell to their limit, looking fierce and menacing.

A wave of heat surged over Liu Yan, as if steam were rising from the top of his head. Flustered and ashamed, he wriggled to escape the enormous snake body coiling tightly around him. Trembling, he kicked his legs in vain and cried out in a voice on the verge of tears, “No way! It won’t fit…!”

His face burned so hot that even Yi Mo felt the heat seep through his scales and into his flesh.

It was a warmth that reached the soul.

Yi Mo instinctively tightened his serpentine embrace, winding himself around Liu Yan’s legs, abdomen, and chest, holding him so tightly that he couldn’t move. Liu Yan lay bare and helpless in his arms, like a newborn child. Yi Mo’s triangular snake head stared intently at him, gazing into his flushed eyes. He looked at him as if looking at his entire life.

“I’m going in,” Yi Mo said. His tone was calm and unwavering, as if stating a fact, yet also filled with longing. It allowed no refusal.

Liu Yan blinked, though he seemed unsurprised, as if he had known this was inevitable. With a mix of resignation and shame, he let out a soft moan and closed his eyes tightly. His voice barely audible, he whispered, “Be gentle.”

“Mm.”

Yi Mo responded softly, watching him intently.

No matter when or what the situation, as long as Yi Mo was the other person, Liu Yan would always compromise—trusting and giving himself entirely, without holding back.

This was his Shen Qingxuan.

The mingling of bitterness and sweetness swelled in Yi Mo’s heart until it felt ready to burst.