Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: "You’re mine now,"

As their eyes locked, a silent communication passed between them, a shared desire burning in their souls. Xiang Yu’s thumb brushed over his lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp.

Han Xin’s heart raced, his body responding to her touch with an electric current of pleasure. "Don’t regret it later," whispered Xiang Yu before pulling him closer careful not to crush his arm.

The waterfall’s deafening roar provided the perfect cover for their passionate embrace. Xiang Yu’s lips crashed against Han Xin’s, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss. Han Xin responded eagerly, his hand gripping her waist, pulling her even closer.

He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he could sense the power that lay dormant within her. Their tongues danced, a sensual battle of dominance and surrender. Xiang Yu’s kiss was hungry and demanding, and Han Xin surrendered to his every move.

Xiang Yu’s hand travelled up, his fingers threading through the man’s hair, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss. Han Xin’s lips parted willingly, inviting Xiang Yu’s exploration. The taste of Han Xin’s mouth was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and surrender.

Han Xin’s Qi flowed intensely; the feeling divine in Xiang Yu’s body. He could feel his hunger growing stronger, his demonic blood lying silently was awakened. He wanted to mark Han Xin, to make him his and his alone.

The urged to take this immortal as his own grew stronger and stronger. He sucked on Han Xin’s lower lip, his teeth nipping gently, leaving a mark of possession. A soft moan escaped Han Xin’s throat, his body arching into Xiang Yu’s touch.

In a moment of passionate frenzy, Xiang Yu bit down on his lip, the metallic taste of blood adding a primal edge to their embrace. Now everyone will know he is taken. No one would dare take his prey unless they wanted to die.

Realising what he was thinking he abruptly pulled away, his breath ragged, eyes dark with desire. Han Xin, dazed and wanting more, leaned forward, chasing Xiang Yu’s retreating lips. He craved the taste of her and the feel of their mouths fused together. Xiang Yu, sensing Han Xin’s greed, smiled wickedly, his thumb gently rubbing the bruise he had left on his lip.

"You’re mine now," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "You won’t be allowed to run away."

Han Xin’s eyes glazed with passion, nodded obediently, his body still buzzing with the aftershocks of their kiss. He licked his swollen lips, tasting the remnants of their passion. As Xiang Yu turned to leave, he froze seeing Han Zhan, Lian, and Mei standing there, their mouths agape, having witnessed the intense exchange.

Han Xin lowered his head feeling embarrassed having been caught, but Xiang Yu stood tall and unapologetic. He smirked at the onlookers, a possessive glint in his eyes. "What are you all staring at?" he said, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

Han Zhan cleared his throat, his eyes darting between the two. "We... we um. We saw nothing. Please carry on."

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Xiang Yu washed up in the river, the cool water soothing his tired muscles. The camp was a welcome sight after spending so long of a time in the caves. Once he was clean, he sat by the fire and ate some congee, savouring the warmth and simplicity of the meal. The physician examined him and, satisfied with his condition, gave him a clean bill of health.

Feeling the weight of exhaustion, he climbed into the carriage to rest. He barely had time to close his eyes before Lian and Mei entered the carriage. "Master, we were worried about you," Lian said, her voice trembling with relief.

Mei nodded vigorously. "When the Divine Emperor said you were okay, we were less worried, but we still missed you."

"Don’t leave again, Master," Lian added, her eyes pleading as they both hugged him tightly.

Xiang Yu almost lost his balance, the memory of nearly falling when they hugged him in the cave earlier flashing through his mind. He felt like he was going to suffocate to death under their embrace. He gently rubbed their heads, a soft smile on his lips. "You worry too much. I have only been gone a day."

"What’s going on?" he asked, popping a seed into his mouth.

Baihe happened to pass by, and Lian beckoned him over. "Brother Bai come here. He is going to be your father too, so come, let’s interrogate him together."

Baihe approached, confusion written all over his face. "What father?"

Han Zhan nearly choked on his melon seeds, coughing violently. "Fa-father... What? What do you mean?" he managed to ask between coughs.

Mei explained, "Well, our master is like our parent, so if your cousin is going to marry our master, that makes him our father. What’s so confusing about that?"

Han Zhan’s eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of drama was this? He knew Peng Xiu treated her maidservants well, but he hadn’t realised they saw her as their mother. Han Xin, who hadn’t signed up to be a father of three, arched an eyebrow.

"We are part of the package, all three of us," Lian declared.

Mei, noticing Han Xin’s silence, added, "You kissed our master three times. You have to take responsibility."

Han Xin’s brows furrowed in confusion. Three times? He wondered where the third kiss had come from. Had Yu Yu told them about the kiss in the cave? Lian moved the torch closer, her eyes narrowing. She was just like a little demon ready to torture him to death if he dared say the wrong word. "Are you going back on your word?" she asked, her tone accusatory.

Han Xin raised his hands in surrender. "I want to marry your master, so naturally, I am willing to take anyone that comes with him." Han Zhan coughed even harder his disbelief palpable. His aunt was truly going to kill both of them for this.