Encountering a Snake - Chapter 36 END

Extra: A Pool of Spring Water Reflecting Pear Blossoms③

That single “sweetheart” made Liu Yan freeze for a moment, his face immediately flushing bright red. The arches of his feet tensed, and his toes curled into his soles, clenched tightly as if scalded with hot oil, leaving his entire body numb with tingling heat. Unconsciously, his hands clung tightly to Yi Mo, and he moved closer to his ear, whispering softly, “Say it again, let me hear it.”

Yi Mo, holding his waist, kept the man locked in his embrace. He clasped Liu Yan’s hand, their ten fingers intertwining, and repeated softly, with a slow and tender voice, as though containing countless feelings: “Sweetheart.”

Before the words had fully landed, Liu Yan shivered visibly in his arms, tilting his head back with a long moan. His insides wrapped around the hot shaft with fervent tightness, pulsing and squeezing, wet and slippery, as if trying to wring the marrow from Yi Mo’s bones. The sensation made Yi Mo’s blood boil; unable to restrain himself, he gripped the slender waist tightly, leaving bruises of blue and purple within moments. Liu Yan cried softly in pain, his back arching instinctively as his insides squeezed even more forcefully, as though trying to break the barbed thing lodged inside him. The pleasure surged from his tailbone, sending waves of numbing ecstasy throughout his body. Liu Yan tensed, his lips sealed shut, and without any further movement, his tip spasmed and released its essence on its own.

He couldn’t make a sound.

Yi Mo held his lips tightly, swallowing all of his pleasure, his restraint, and the sharp ache surging through his chest. Everything was locked within their kiss.

Sweetheart.

It was nothing more than three ordinary words—words spoken by elders to children, men to women, lovers to each other with tenderness and affection. Everyone could say them, and everyone could hear them.

But he, and only he, could not bear to hear it.

Through three lifetimes—first, second, and now the third—he had only ever wanted to become Yi Mo’s sweetheart. To be the bone of his bones, the flesh of his flesh, the blood in his veins, and the tenderest warmth resting at the tip of his heart. He had always been greedy—having a little only made him want more; having more made him desire everything. In the end, he wanted it all.

He wanted, and someone had given it to him willingly, destroying a thousand years of cultivation to give him this grand happiness, holding him and calling him sweetheart.

Now, he had truly become his sweetheart. In his daze, these thoughts swirled through his mind, and his eyelashes glistened with water droplets, blinking faintly as the tears shone brightly in his eyes.

Noticing something amiss, Yi Mo pulled back slightly, carefully studying his face. A small smile appeared as he said, “Sweetheart, we’re not done yet, and you already want to escape? Come here and let your husband give you a kiss.” Without any shame, he leaned over and planted two loud kisses on his face, exaggeratedly noisy—smack—smack—pulling Liu Yan out of his thoughts. Startled by the overly loud sounds, Liu Yan quickly covered his face and glared at him, his teary eyes round and wide, dark and glistening with a hint of dazed charm, stunningly beautiful.

“Come on,” Yi Mo said, signaling with his hands at Liu Yan’s waist, nudging him lightly. “You take over.”

Liu Yan started moving on his own, swaying his hips without care for shame. He lifted himself slightly and sank back down, chasing the shaft within him, relishing the pleasure that earlier felt too painful. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body.

The sensation of being tightly wrapped around brought Yi Mo immense pleasure, causing his fingers to fumble as they roamed over Liu Yan’s slick body. He didn’t know what to do to satisfy himself—it was never enough. Even with their bodies joined together, he greedily wanted more. Knowing their hearts were united still didn’t feel sufficient; he wished he could dissolve him, crush him, embed him into his own body, to the point that their muscles, veins, and breath would become one.

Yi Mo began to lose control, his white fingers pressing and rubbing harder until Liu Yan’s smooth back was left with red imprints, a scattered mess of fingerprints that he hadn’t meant to leave.

Liu Yan couldn’t endure the rough handling for long. Those cool fingers burned him inside and out, leaving him feeling as if his waist had turned to ash and could no longer hold him up. He stopped moving, and Yi Mo didn’t move either. The stillness of the shaft inside him was like a child’s candy held just out of reach, driving him wild with frustration. He whimpered pitifully, but no matter how he complained, Yi Mo ignored him, seemingly lost in his frenzy, rubbing and kneading him as if trying to reduce him to a puddle of soft flesh.

Finally unable to stand it, Liu Yan bit down on Yi Mo’s shoulder and croaked out hoarsely, “Move.”

“Hm?” Yi Mo paused and looked down, taking in the state of Liu Yan’s body—slick, pale skin covered in finger marks, deep crimson streaking across his flesh. The erotic sight made the heat in Yi Mo’s abdomen surge, and the shaft buried in Liu Yan swelled another degree, causing him to groan breathily as he was stretched further. Yi Mo gripped his waist, lifting him and slamming him back down before asking through Liu Yan’s sharp inhalation, “Like this?”

The shaft withdrew slightly, then thrust back in harshly. The feeling of being pierced through left Liu Yan trembling, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he weakly nodded, unable to form words. His legs tightened around Yi Mo’s waist, and his insides pulsed and contracted in waves, squeezing Yi Mo’s shaft as though sucking it deeper. The pleasure made Yi Mo’s breathing grow heavy, and his usually composed face twisted slightly with exertion.

“Sweetheart,” Yi Mo sighed deeply. “Relax a little. Don’t clench so tight, or you’ll be in pain later.”

Liu Yan barely registered his words, trying obediently to loosen up. But every time he relaxed slightly, the faintest movement inside him made him reflexively tighten again. The friction only made his insides swell and grow more sensitive, something beyond his control. Defeated, he muttered, “Pain’s fine. You’re the one who’s too big.”

Yi Mo thought to himself that he was simply born that way. Yet it was only with Liu Yan that his roughness softened into tenderness. Still, he couldn’t resist teasing, “But you like it, don’t you?” He drove himself in harder, his grip on Liu Yan’s waist ensuring he took every thrust. No matter how tightly Liu Yan’s walls clamped down, Yi Mo forced himself deeper, unrelenting. The once-resistant passage had become slick and accommodating, dripping with a mix of fluids and scented balm, making their movements smooth and punctuated by lewd, wet sounds. The viscous liquid seeped between Liu Yan’s thighs, dampening the sheets beneath him. Liu Yan’s front, spent from earlier, remained limp, twitching occasionally from the stimulation as clear fluid trickled freely from its tip.

The sounds were enough to make anyone flush red with embarrassment, yet they only fueled Yi Mo further. He bit down on Liu Yan’s slender neck, tracing kisses and nips along the pale skin. His teeth hovered dangerously over Liu Yan’s throbbing artery, where he could see the pulse flutter beneath the surface. It was as if he could hear the blood flowing, alive and tempting him.

In moments like these, Yi Mo’s darker instincts surfaced. He wanted to drink Liu Yan’s blood, consume his flesh, and crush his bones until there was nothing left. But he couldn’t bear to hurt him.

Instead, he bit down on Liu Yan’s shoulder, leaving a mark but withdrawing before drawing blood. He quickly replaced his teeth with his tongue, soothing the area with slow, careful licks, kissing the mark tenderly. Meanwhile, the thick shaft inside Liu Yan ruthlessly assaulted his most sensitive spot, striking it repeatedly until Liu Yan began to sob softly, overwhelmed. Tears streamed down his face, his body writhing to meet Yi Mo’s movements, despite the anguished look on his face. When Yi Mo withdrew, Liu Yan would arch his back to chase him, and when he slammed back in, Liu Yan eagerly accepted him.

Another climax struck. Liu Yan’s previously spent member somehow stirred back to life, sandwiched between their bodies as it rubbed against Yi Mo’s abdomen. But he barely noticed, entirely consumed by the pleasure wracking his body. He moaned mindlessly, swaying his hips, his muscles tightening as the sensations overwhelmed him. His mind went blank as his insides clenched hard around Yi Mo, sending him into a release that left him limp and gasping for air, his flushed face dazed.

Yi Mo paused for a moment, adjusting his position before leaning down and murmuring, “There’s still one more.” His tail coiled closely around Liu Yan’s thighs, the tip pressing against him.

“Hmm?” Liu Yan blinked up at him hazily, still not quite comprehending.

“This one.” Yi Mo guided Liu Yan’s hand to the base where their bodies joined, letting him feel the second shaft. “It wants to go in, too.”

Liu Yan’s fingers curled loosely around it, stroking absentmindedly for some time before he suddenly realized. His eyes widened. “It’ll ruin me.”

“Maybe.” Yi Mo frowned slightly, his tail flicking to rub against Liu Yan’s entrance. The movement caused both shafts to press against him, making him flinch. Yi Mo repeated softly, “But it wants to go in.”

Liu Yan tensed, his hand trembling briefly. After a moment of hesitation, he gave in, sighing as he gripped the shaft again and murmured, “You’re too big…”

“You like it, though,” Yi Mo replied, smiling faintly. “Don’t you?”

“….” Liu Yan lifted his head and kissed Yi Mo’s cheek. “I like you.”

“I know.” Yi Mo’s smile deepened as he straightened up. “Lie back.”

Liu Yan complied, shifting until his legs were draped over Yi Mo’s shoulders. Yi Mo reached for a small wooden box, scooping out nearly all the balm inside. He smeared it generously between Liu Yan’s legs before easing a finger into the already stretched opening. It was a slow, careful process. Even after inserting one finger, the entrance refused to accommodate a second easily. Yi Mo patiently worked at it, thrusting gently to help him adjust. Liu Yan winced but remained silent, enduring the discomfort.

By the time Yi Mo pressed a second finger inside, Liu Yan had relaxed enough to feel drowsy. Despite everything, he seemed on the verge of sleep. Yi Mo continued his careful ministrations, slowly stretching him further. When he finally introduced a third finger, Liu Yan barely stirred, only letting out soft, sleepy sighs.

“It’s bleeding,” Yi Mo murmured, pausing.

“Mmm…” Liu Yan’s eyelashes fluttered faintly. Without opening his eyes, he whispered, “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

When it came to pain, in his previous life as Ji Jiu, he didn’t know how many wounds he had suffered; he was indeed very tolerant of pain. It certainly hurt now, but not to an unbearable degree. Yi Mo was already very careful, and his mind was clear. He didn’t focus his attention on what was happening there, instead letting his thoughts wander freely and trying to relax.

It wasn’t until Yi Mo withdrew his hand and replaced it with that thing pressing against him that Liu Yan opened his eyes, gazing at him for a moment before speaking in a soft, teasing voice: “Are you trying to make me give birth to little snakes?”

“…” Yi Mo immediately froze, looked down at the situation, and replied, “Would you give birth or not?”

Liu Yan chuckled, “If my husband wants me to, of course I’ll give birth.”

Though he was utterly exhausted and enduring who knows how much restraint, Yi Mo felt his heart ache, so he leaned down to kiss the corner of Liu Yan’s lips. “Then let’s give birth to a nest of little snakes, and they’ll call you ‘Mother’ in the future.”

“I won’t incubate eggs,” Liu Yan shot back, pecking him in return. “You do it. Once they hatch, they’ll call you ‘Mother.’”

Yi Mo said, “You and that mouth of yours.” He simply stuck his fingers inside and stirred them around, pinning down that troublesome tongue. He was no longer polite below either; taking advantage of the loosened entrance, he pushed in with one fierce thrust. The lips and tongue that had been holding his fingers suddenly tightened, teeth sinking into his flesh. The taste of blood immediately spread in Liu Yan’s mouth. He drank the blood and realized that he had bitten Yi Mo. Despite the severe pain he himself was enduring, instinct drove him to shake his head and try to pull the fingers from his mouth. Yi Mo pressed down on his tongue, refusing to let him move, and commented, “With that sharp tongue of yours, if we really did have little snakes, every one of them would inherit your wit and cause trouble for countless people.”

Liu Yan froze, his body rigid from the dual sensations of the pain below and the blood in his mouth. Hearing Yi Mo’s words, he instinctively wanted to retort: “If you were the one to give birth, and they all had your cold face and silent demeanor, I’d still adore them—who cares who they trouble or not?” But with his tongue held captive, he couldn’t speak.

Fortunately, Yi Mo hadn’t heard him; otherwise, who knew what kind of trouble would arise? Thinking of making Yi Mo give birth to little snakes was absurd to the extreme.

Unaware of what Liu Yan had thought, Yi Mo was currently casting a healing spell to treat him. One hand touched where the two were joined, and his fingertips glowed faintly green. The bleeding wound immediately began to heal. Liu Yan noticed the pain easing somewhat and licked the fingers still in his mouth. Yi Mo also healed his own bite wound but didn’t remove his fingers. Instead, he stirred them around, toying with Liu Yan’s soft, slick tongue. Liu Yan couldn’t hold back the saliva spilling from his mouth, leaving a gleaming trail along the corner of his lips. Feeling too passive, he took the initiative, wrapping his lips around Yi Mo’s fingers and teasing the sensitive tips with the edges of his teeth before licking them. He wasn’t satisfied with just that; he began to suck on them, drawing Yi Mo’s finger deeper.

Yi Mo’s hand trembled as he was licked, a sensation like a taut string pulling from the tips of his fingers to his arm, then down to his abdomen, setting every nerve ablaze. He struggled to suppress his desires, but they boiled up, making him unable to resist the urge to thrust deeper into Liu Yan’s body. It tickled at his heart, making him both love and hate Liu Yan’s actions.

“You’re truly unparalleled when you decide to act wanton,” Yi Mo said with genuine sincerity, earning another sharp bite on his fingertip. He fell silent immediately, saying no more.

After teasing him for a while, Liu Yan’s body gradually relaxed, no longer tense. Yi Mo embraced him, and his two massive members plunged fiercely into that deep, hot, and slick place. Liu Yan’s body, already sensitive from two orgasms, was a hundred times more responsive, and the intense stretch was almost unbearable. The tightness was bone-melting, and Yi Mo could feel sweat trickling down. Or perhaps it was just the heat; Yi Mo, as a snake, didn’t sweat, but that place was so tight, hot, and wet that it felt like it was burning him. Even though it was stretched to the limit, it still clung to him, squeezing and sucking in all directions like Liu Yan’s mouth above. It was relentless in its pressure, wringing Yi Mo’s sanity away until all that remained was the desire to plunge in deeper.

“Darling,” Yi Mo panted, thrusting viciously as he played with Liu Yan’s tongue. “What if I just fu-ck you to death right here?”

Liu Yan blushed furiously, unable to face such words. His hands scrambled across the bed as if searching for something to cover his face. When he couldn’t find any soft pillows or quilts, he had no choice but to hide half of his face with his arm, too ashamed to even acknowledge the fingers still in his mouth.

“Is that okay?” Yi Mo pressed, forehead touching his as he bit Liu Yan’s cheek, then answered himself, “Slow is no good; fast is better.”

Liu Yan couldn’t take it anymore and flailed his fist against Yi Mo, finally begging, “Slower… it hurts…”

But Yi Mo remained relentless, moving fiercely without any sign of slowing. “If I go slow, you’ll itch; fast hurts, but it feels better.”

Liu Yan could only surrender, trying his best to match Yi Mo’s pace despite the pain that came with the pleasure. The two conflicting sensations twisted together, tormenting him until his mind blurred. He clung to the wooden bedpost, trembling under Yi Mo’s merciless rhythm, his voice breaking as he climaxed again.

As Yi Mo gazed at Liu Yan’s flushed, dazed face, he couldn’t help but think how beautiful he looked. Liu Yan, seemingly entranced, whispered, “You’re so handsome,” before pulling Yi Mo down for a fierce kiss.

Yi Mo, already on edge, felt his mind go blank for a moment. Hugging Liu Yan tightly, he returned, “You’re beautiful too,” before losing all control. He thrust wildly, each time hitting Liu Yan’s most sensitive spot, until Liu Yan was crying and trembling, collapsing beneath him as Yi Mo finally released himself.

Liu Yan, convulsing from the force of Yi Mo’s orgasm, cried out as another shudder ran through him.

When Yi Mo finally withdrew, he spread Liu Yan’s legs apart to check his injuries. Seeing how red, swollen, and abused that tender place looked, his guilt flared. He cast a healing spell once more, fingers grazing the fluids leaking out, mingled with streaks of blood. Suddenly, his mind went blank again, and without a word, he lay behind Liu Yan, pressing himself back inside.

Liu Yan, thinking Yi Mo was starting again, panicked, but Yi Mo murmured, “I won’t let my seed spill out. I’ll block it in so you can give me little snakes.”

Liu Yan froze in shock but said nothing, closing his eyes as he drifted to sleep. In his dreams, he saw Yi Mo with a rounded belly, glaring at him begrudgingly before looking away. Liu Yan laughed softly in his dream, walked over, and took Yi Mo’s hand. Together, they strolled along a crystal-clear river lined with blooming white pear blossoms, their petals fluttering gently onto their shoulders in the breeze.

(A Pool of Spring Water Reflects Pear Blossoms – The End)

TL – Thank You for reading this novels been a rollercoaster ride mostly me crying screaming crying pulling my hair crying and again crying hoping for Shen Jue’s happily ever after crying my snot running into my mouth crying and crying again