Chapter 72: Catching Adultery (?)

Xiu froze not because of the content of the words on the wall.

But because the handwriting was just a bit… too abstract.

Separated left and right radicals and reversed top and bottom structures were considered good; there were endless typos.

Actually, it would be fine if viewed separately, looking at most like the clumsy handwriting of a child who just learned to write.

But this large patch of text hastily covered the neat handwriting that had just emerged, making the contrast between the two particularly obvious.

Xiu: …

This familiar handwriting.

Wen Chu didn’t know he had exposed himself just by his handwriting and was heaving a huge sigh of relief.

Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough. He tried every means to let his power cover this room and forcefully rewrote the original rules.

This way, he could pretend to be one of the NPCs in this ancient mansion in front of Xiu.

According to his experience of being pulled into the illusion by An Ya last time, it was normal to see familiar people in the illusion.

As long as he pretended not to know Xiu, waited until Xiu came out of the illusion, then cried and threw himself on him saying he had been looking for him in the illusion for a long time, pretending he and Xiu were separated into two illusions, he could perfectly explain his identity problem.

Wen Chu felt he was simply a genius.

Seeing that Xiu hadn’t spoken for a long time, Wen Shuhua thought Xiu was dissatisfied with Wen Chu, so he smiled apologetically and said, “Sir, don’t look at my brother being gloomy and dull. The elders of the Exorcist Association have personally seen my brother and confirmed that he can become a suitable Formation Eye within ten years, so we invited you to teach him.”

Ten years?

Xiu caught the keyword and asked, “How old is your brother this year?”

Wen Shuhua: “Eight years old.”

Xiu: ?

Xiu looked at Wen Chu, who was obviously eighteen, and then at Wen Shuhua, who looked like it was only natural. Finally, he just nodded.

“I see,” Xiu said flatly.

He lowered his eyes to look at Wen Chu, who was bowing to him distantly. Although he didn’t know what medicine the other party was selling in his gourd, he played along: “I will teach him well, but I don’t want anyone to disturb us during this period, including you.”

Wen Shuhua nodded repeatedly: “Okay, okay. I’ll have the servants send the teaching aids to you later. Just mention whatever you need.”

He said meaningfully: “As long as my brother can reach the standard of the Formation Eye, it doesn’t matter what method is used.”

Xiu felt a wave of nausea. He suppressed the impulse to cut down Wen Shuhua on the spot and nodded lightly.

“I need to conduct some simple assessment tests on the Little Young Master. Eldest Young Master, please go back.”

Wen Shuhua obviously didn’t like this cramped small courtyard either. After getting Xiu’s guarantee of “teaching well,” he left.

The door wasn’t closed, and Xiu could clearly see Wen Chu’s current appearance.

Wen Chu still maintained the bowing posture, thus exposing his wrists where the blood scabs hadn’t faded after being repeatedly rubbed raw.

Very slender and bony, as if they would snap with a little force.

Xiu said softly, “Wen Chu.”

Wen Chu paused, lowering his head strangely and distantly.

Xiu laughed angrily at his deliberately distant posture, but on second thought, he understood Wen Chu’s thoughts.

If he was the Formation Eye, he certainly wouldn’t want the other party to discover his identity at this time.

Xiu sighed and said gently, “Wen Chu, I don’t care about your identity. The most important thing for us now is to find a way to crack the illusion. Do you have any mission hints there?”

Wen Chu finally looked up.

The white-haired boy looked at him, displaying just the right amount of confusion: “Sir, what are you talking about?”

Wen Chu had round eyes, the best eye shape for looking up and feigning innocence. Being looked at by him like this, Xiu, who was originally ninety percent sure that Wen Chu was his little spectre, wavered a bit.

Could I really have mistaken him?

Just as Xiu was wavering, a female voice came from outside the house: “Sir, the Eldest Young Master asked me to deliver the teaching aids.”

Xiu looked outside and saw a delicate maid with red eyes standing outside the door holding a large bucket of messy things.

Whips, teaching sticks, bamboo sticks… Xiu even saw a branding iron among them.

Exactly the same as the text that first appeared on the wall.

Looking at the dried dark red blood stains on those teaching aids, Xiu’s eyes turned cold again. He said coldly, “Throw them away. I don’t need these.”

Xiaoyu, who came to deliver the teaching aids, was about to cry. Hearing Xiu’s words, she couldn’t hold back her tears anymore.

The new teacher was indeed ruthless. He didn’t even like these. Is he really going to build a gallows or something?

No matter how different the Little Young Master was from ordinary people, he was just a child. If tortured like this, the Little Young Master would really die.

Just as Xiaoyu sniffed and prepared to risk her life to advise, she heard the new teacher continue: “Prepare brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for me. Also, can your Little Young Master’s handcuffs be unlocked?”

Xiaoyu was stunned.

It wasn’t until Xiu’s patience ran out and he was about to urge her that Xiaoyu suddenly came back to her senses: “Okay, I’ll go prepare right away.”

“The handcuffs were personally put on by the Eldest Young Master to limit the Little Young Master’s power. No one can open them without the Eldest Young Master’s permission.”

Xiu’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

Since entering the illusion, he rarely had moments when he wasn’t frowning.

“Forget it. You go prepare what I want first. I’ll talk to the Eldest Young Master myself later.”

Xiu dismissed Xiaoyu in a few words.

Xiaoyu went out extremely fast, afraid that Xiu would regret it. She threw that box of things into the trash can, dug out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from the storeroom, and delivered them to Xiu quickly.

Wen Chu kept his head down and listened the whole time.

This body seemed to have long been accustomed to maintaining one posture for such a long time. Even though the bowing action wasn’t comfortable, Wen Chu didn’t feel his arms getting sore.

Hearing the movement of Xiu and Xiaoyu, he breathed a sigh of relief again.

Great. It wasn’t in vain that he added three rules forbidding bullying him in a row.

Having been slapped twice in the dream, Wen Chu knew all too well what a “teacher” was used for.

If Xiu thought beating him to death was a necessary condition to clear the illusion, he would really cry.

He was here to play an NPC, not to be beaten.

“Wen Chu.”

Just as Wen Chu was letting his imagination run wild, Xiu’s voice came to his ears.

Wen Chu came back to his senses and looked up at Xiu properly: “Sir, do you need me to do anything?”

Holding the pile of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone sent by Xiaoyu, Xiu couldn’t find a table in the empty room, so he simply spread them on the ground.

He waved to Wen Chu: “Come and sit down.”

Wen Chu walked to Xiu’s side and knelt down quietly.

His layered clothes fell down because of this. Looking from top to bottom, he looked more like a butterfly flapping its wings.

It was just that the butterfly didn’t move at all, and even its breathing was extremely shallow, afraid of breaking the rules again and inviting flogging.

Maybe like a butterfly specimen frozen at the moment of flapping its wings.

Xiu spread the paper and ground the ink, saying, “Can you write? For the first lesson, I’ll teach you how to write. How about it?”

Wen Chu looked down at his locked hands, didn’t raise any objections, and nodded obediently.

Xiu had a rather cold and stern appearance, looking not to be trifled with when not smiling.

At this moment, pity for Wen Chu mixed with confusion about the situation intertwined. Xiu tried hard to smile, making himself look less scary: “If you can write well, I’ll go find the Eldest Young Master to unlock your handcuffs.”

Wen Chu nodded again.

Xiu was grinding ink, but his gaze stayed on Xiu.

Probably to fit the historical background, Xiu wore a slim-fitting modified Zhongshan suit. As he leaned over to grind ink, the undulation between his chest muscles and sunken waistline was revealed at a glance.

The collar was buttoned to the top, covering Xiu’s Adam’s apple. That tassel earring swayed back and forth.

Like a small brush, gently sweeping across the tip of Wen Chu’s heart.

Xiu looks so good.

Wen Chu knelt closer to Xiu silently.

He wouldn’t do anything, just look more. After getting out, there wouldn’t be such an opportunity.

Xiu finished grinding the ink and turned his head to see Wen Chu almost leaning into his arms.

Xiu: …

Wen Chu: 0.0

Facing Wen Chu’s expressionless little face, Xiu couldn’t say narcissistic words like “Are you doing this on purpose?” Finally, he just handed the brush in his hand to Wen Chu.

“You write your name first, let me see.”

Wen Chu took the brush and wrote confidently.

【氵Chang礻Dao】 (Failed attempt at writing Wen Chu 溫初)

Writing was different from math problems; it required accumulated practice over time. Wen Chu had only practiced hard-pen calligraphy for a little over a day, and hadn’t even finished one-tenth of that copybook.

Now using a brush, and with his hands bound, it made his already poor foundation even worse.

Xiu: …

Xiu: “Wrongly written.”

Wen Chu’s hand paused, and ink from the brush tip dripped onto the paper, spreading into a large ink blot.

“Sorry.” Wen Chu whispered, “No one has ever taught me.”

He was telling the truth, but when this sentence fell into Xiu’s heart, it stirred up a stormy wave.

Xiu sighed.

He picked up another brush and wrote the proper characters “Wen Chu” next to Wen Chu’s writing.

“Like this, understand?”

Most of Wen Chu’s attention was on Xiu’s waist when he leaned over to write. He didn’t notice Xiu’s movement at all. Hearing this, he clenched the brush in his hand guiltily.

“Sir, can you write it again?”

Wen Chu forgot to maintain his posture for a moment. Shrinking back due to nervousness, the ink on the brush stained his sleeve black.

He felt guilty: “I, I didn’t see clearly…”

Xiu looked sideways and saw Wen Chu’s nervous and pitiful appearance, adding three more points to his dissatisfaction with Wen Shuhua.

“Don’t be nervous.” Xiu said softly, “I won’t hit you. If you can’t learn it, we’ll learn slowly.”

As he spoke, he reached out and embraced Wen Chu, holding Wen Chu’s hand from behind in a semi-hugging posture.

“Your posture holding the pen is wrong. It should be like this, then write.”

Xiu adjusted Wen Chu’s posture hand in hand, holding the other’s hand and guiding him to write on the paper.

Wen Chu’s eyes widened when he was embraced by Xiu.

When his fingers interlaced with the other’s, he completely forgot about practicing calligraphy.

Xiu actually hugged a stranger ghost to clear the illusion?!?

Even if this ghost was himself, Wen Chu couldn’t help feeling sad.

Xiu had never taught him how to write.

How could he give such a precious first time to someone else.

Behind him was Xiu’s body temperature. To guide him, the other party put his left arm around his waist, held his wrist with his right hand, and his arm also supported his arm.

It was almost embracing him whole.

The other party’s breath sprayed on Wen Chu’s neck.

The breath was warm, but Wen Chu’s heart grew colder and colder.

How can Xiu cheat? I’m going to cry.

Wen Chu pursed his lips and released a wisp of Ghost Qi.

He had completely controlled this small courtyard and could totally punish Xiu a little within his ability.

For example, using Ghost Qi to transform into an invisible rope to tie Xiu, or putting Ghost Qi into Xiu’s body…

Wen Chu tentatively touched Xiu’s lower abdomen with Ghost Qi, thinking about the possibility of making Xiu pregnant with Ghost Qi.

However, as soon as he touched it, a wave of energy fluctuation came from Xiu’s lower abdomen, responding to him cheerfully.

The slim-fitting Zhongshan suit was pushed out into an obvious arc.

“Wu…”

Xiu trembled all over and stopped his movement.

Wen Chu looked at the arc of Xiu’s lower abdomen, and because of shock, he even forgot to retract the Ghost Qi.

Xiu is pregnant behind my back?

Whose???

Xiu hadn’t understood what happened yet.

He was concentrating on guiding Wen Chu to write, but just as he was about to make the last stroke, he suddenly felt a chill in his lower abdomen.

Then, a hard-to-ignore feeling of fullness came from his lower abdomen, as if he was suddenly five months pregnant, sinking heavily. Even the clothes around his waist felt tight.

What… is going on?

Xiu pursed his lips, forcing himself not to make too lewd sounds, looking down in astonishment at his lower abdomen which obviously showed a slightly bulging arc.

“Sir.” The boy under him spoke softly.

Xiu barely steadied himself, calmed down, and guided Wen Chu to make the last stroke.

He tried to maintain a steady voice and was about to let go of Wen Chu: “What is it?”

The white-haired boy looked up, staring at him unblinkingly with those azure eyes, and spoke gently: “Sir, you are pregnant.”

Wen Chu’s voice was light and airy. In the room that sunlight couldn’t fully illuminate, he looked like a resentful white wronged soul, staring fixedly at Xiu.

“Whose is it?”

Xiu subconsciously wanted to retract his hand to cover his lower abdomen.

But he didn’t succeed.

Because Wen Chu grabbed his wrist backhand, tears of blood appearing at the corners of his eyes.

Crash—

Amidst the sound of iron chains, he was pressed to the ground by the boy.

Lying flat, the arc of his waist and abdomen became more obvious. Wen Chu sat on him, looking down at his lower abdomen, his voice trembling: “…Whose is it?”

The unknown object in his abdomen seemed to echo Wen Chu’s emotions and began to struggle violently.

It was hidden deep, and this struggle was almost jumping wildly on Xiu’s sensitive points.

Poor young teacher, never having been entered, suffered such torture inside. Xiu shot almost instantly.

He whimpered, wanting to curl up, but his legs were pinned down by Wen Chu kneeling on him. He could only tremble and watch helplessly as his pants were stained dark.

“Err… wu ah…”

Aren’t we having a lesson?

How did it suddenly become like this?

Xiu looked at the wide-open door and the empty courtyard, wanting to ask Wen Chu to close the door, but couldn’t speak at all.

His silence, in Wen Chu’s eyes, was like the speechless guilt after being caught in adultery.

Drip—

A tear of blood fell on his lower abdomen.

The thing in his belly paused, and Xiu also felt a chill on his neck.

Wen Chu strangled his neck, two trails of blood under his eyes, choking with sobs while looking at him: “Whose child is it? Say it! Why are you pregnant with someone else’s child??”

Even at this time, Wen Chu couldn’t bear to use force.

But the thing in his belly extremely tactlessly started jumping again.

Xiu hadn’t figured out the situation either. He tried to spit out complete sentences amidst the pleasure that made people collapse: “I don’t know either, calm down…”

“Calm down?” Wen Chu tilted his head looking at him.

Then suddenly leaned close.

Xiu’s face was cupped by Wen Chu. The other party lowered his head, long white hair pouring down.

Like a cage built of slender spider silk, preying on him like this.

“How can I be calm? You, you…”

Wen Chu’s eyes were full of tears, holding back until his face turned red before finally thinking of a word.

“You slut who got pregnant out of wedlock!”

Xiu, who had just shot, was scolded into reaction again by his flirtatious-sounding scolding.

Wen Chu was sitting on Xiu. He discovered Xiu’s change immediately and cried even more brokenly.

“You still react! I hate you, hate you, hate you, hate you! Are you still unforgettable about him? You are only twenty-four, how can you carry a baby for someone else!!”

Xiu had blood tears smashed on his face, had to coax Wen Chu, and endure the thing messing around in his belly. His whole brain turned into paste.

“No…” His voice was intermittent, “I didn’t…”

He hadn’t even held anyone’s hand other than Wen Chu’s. How could he know whose thing was in his belly.

This was too bizarre, completely beyond Xiu’s knowledge range.

Could it be a side effect brought by the illusion?

In a trance, Xiu saw the blood words on the wall behind Wen Chu.

【You violated the Little Young Master’s taboo】
【Remaining punishment time: 23:59:59】

In an instant, the sunny courtyard disappeared.

The sky was blood red, sinister winds rose from all directions, bird calls ceased, leaving only endless howling winds and sharp wailing.

Violating a spectre’s taboo in an illusion was invariably a great ominous danger.

Xiu still had thirty percent doubt about the identity of Wen Chu in front of him. The moment he saw that line of text, he subconsciously wanted to reach out to touch his earring for self-defense.

But he couldn’t reach out.

Because Wen Chu’s cold Ghost Qi bound his wrists.

The white-haired boy laughed while shedding tears of blood, touching his belly, his voice very light: “Sir, let me help you get rid of this bastard seed, okay?”

Xiu’s eyes widened: “Wait—”

His words to stop stopped abruptly.

Because the beautiful and frail boy lifted his layered robes and buckled his waist.

Wen Chu’s tone was brisk: “As long as it’s all crushed, you won’t be able to give birth, right?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you get hurt.”

A wail came from Xiu’s throat.

He was intruded upon unprepared.

Clatter—

The room door closed automatically, and the room fell completely into darkness.

.

As the master of the illusion, although Wen Chu couldn’t change the illusion, he could be unbound by rules in most cases.

Like now.

According to the plot, the teacher should teach him and punish him.

But how to “teach” and how to “punish” had a high degree of freedom.

Wen Chu pulled Xiu’s waist, reaching the deepest every time, but he couldn’t find that bastard seed bulging Xiu’s waist and abdomen no matter what.

“Where did you hide it?” Wen Chu trembled with anger.

Xiu was a mess. His clothes had long vanished, leaving only the white shirt on his upper body with three buttons popped off, still making a last stand.

He only felt that he was about to be pounded into pulp. He clung to Wen Chu unconsciously, whimpering and explaining repeatedly: “No…”

He really didn’t know where the thing in his stomach came from or why it couldn’t be found.

Xiu was just fucked senseless, but before he shed tears, Wen Chu had already become a tearful person.

“You lied to me. At this time, you are still protecting the child and lying to me!”

Wen Chu’s eyes were bloodshot. After a while, his voice softened again.

“Sir, tell me who the child’s father is. Did he deceive you? I’ll make the decision for you.”

Xiu shook his head frantically while being fucked, having no strength to crawl away.

This was Wen Chu’s territory. Everything was manipulated by Wen Chu’s will.

Including him.

Xiu couldn’t even activate the Soul-Nourishing Stone in Wen Chu’s heart to make him stop, and could only be forced to accept.

He also wished Wen Chu could get the thing out of his stomach, but the culprit who caused everything seemed to sense the crisis and suddenly went quiet, completely cowardly.

Wen Chu searched for half a day. Apart from making him ejaculate inside several times, he didn’t even find a spherical object.

Xiu was about to collapse from this weird ball and the crying Wen Chu.

“I really… don’t know.”

“Don’t know…”

“No… Err…”

After an unknown number of interrogations, after getting Xiu’s stubborn answer once again, Wen Chu suddenly stopped.

He was tired of crying.

And his heart was dead.

He should have known earlier that he wasn’t a very special existence to Xiu. Even in the last world where he pretended to be obedient for 99 years, the favorability in the other party’s heart was only 90.

Moreover, in this world, he and Xiu were originally opposed.

He had been uneasy for a long time, hiding his identity, stealing the pampering that shouldn’t belong to him.

Even in the illusion, he had to repeatedly stack rules for himself so as not to be beaten by Xiu.

Unwilling, yet afraid. All emotions finally erupted at this time.

“Why can’t you love me?” Wen Chu asked softly.

“I’m also very good. I’m very beautiful. I can make money to support you. Whatever type you like, I can have that personality. You like this world… I can help you save this world.”

Even if you want me to die, it’s fine.

Wen Chu strangled Xiu’s neck for the last time, almost begging: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t know whose it is. Can you conceive another baby for me? We’ll take care of two babies together… okay?”

After he finished speaking, he didn’t give Xiu a chance to reply.

He sent Ghost Qi into Xiu’s body.

Xiu was already in a semi-conscious and semi-dull state. Being treated like this just after being opened up, he had no consciousness of resistance at this time.

He swallowed all the Ghost Qi sent by Wen Chu without refusal.

The belly that was originally like five months pregnant swelled a bit more after being nourished by Ghost Qi.

【Remaining punishment time: 20:32:41】

…

Wen Chu cried and made a scene, forcing Ghost Qi into Xiu for twenty-four hours.

Finally, he blocked all of Xiu’s exits with Ghost Qi, eliminating the possibility of Xiu stealing people behind his back again.

When the twenty-four hours ended, Xiu fell into a deep sleep completely.

Wen Chu finally wiped his tears and squatted in the corner hugging his knees aggrievedly.

Normally, he should clean up and treat Xiu at this time, but looking at Xiu’s belly, Wen Chu found it dazzling.

He searched for half a day. Clearly, the other party’s belly was bulging like pregnancy, but he just didn’t find anything.

He hadn’t touched Xiu’s body. Xiu could only have gotten pregnant outside. At this time, he was still trying to find a way to deceive him.

Wen Chu felt his head was glowing green.

He choked with sobs and complained to the system: 【Didn’t you say men can’t get pregnant? Xiu got pregnant behind my back. You are targeting me.】

System: 【…】

Wen Chu: 【I don’t want to be in this world anymore. Xiu in this world is cold and ruthless. I won’t raise a child for him with a cold face.】

System: 【…】

Wen Chu: 【Let me die now. Letting me watch Xiu be with someone else, you might as well let me die.】

System: 【…】

Wen Chu looked at the screen faintly: 【Why don’t you answer me? You feel guilty too?】

The system shivered for no reason.

Then, the young man’s voice finally sounded. It said extremely hesitantly: 【Don’t you think… the thing carried on Xiu’s body has very high compatibility with your Ghost Qi?】

Wen Chu was stunned: 【Eh?】

The system started replaying the video.

In the video, Xiu was fighting An Ya. He hid behind Xiu and tentatively released a wisp of Ghost Qi to protect him.

But Xiu solved An Ya first. His Ghost Qi couldn’t stop and drilled into Xiu’s lower abdomen with a “poof”.

Xiu frowned and touched his lower abdomen uncomfortably.

Wen Chu: 【…】

The system repeated Wen Chu’s angry words just now word by word: 【He stole people behind your back?】

【He got pregnant out of wedlock?】

【The bastard seed he conceived?】

Wen Chu: 【…】

Wen Chu shrank his neck and looked guiltily at the tattered Xiu with a big belly beside him.

Fi, Finished QAQ

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Author’s Note:
Jealous of himself.
And Xiu, who was accused of stealing people, getting pregnant out of wedlock, and fucked without figuring out the situation at all.