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Jiang Cheng steps swiftly to the side, neatly dodging one of the grasping tentacles, angling his body away so there is less surface area for the tentacled yao to target.
He takes a moment to survey, eyes flashing around him. Too many trees, too many places for the yao to hide, especially with all those tentacles that can maneuver around so well.
Zidian stops two tentacles right in their tracks, and Sandu cuts down another that edges too close to Jiang Cheng’s leg for comfort. But in the corner of his eye, Jiang Cheng sees another tentacle shooting towards his head disciple. It takes him a split second to register that Dong Yuan is occupied with another tentacle and has no one to watch his back.
That split second turns out to be a moment too long because the best Jiang Cheng can do is to deflect the tentacle with Zidian, leaving himself vulnerable to the yao. He grunts as he hits the ground hard on his back when a tentacle wraps around his ankle and yanks, dragging him back toward its body. Despite Jiang Cheng’s expectations, it doesn’t stop there, the creature seemingly retreating and taking Jiang Cheng along for the ride.
“Sect Leader!” Jiang Cheng hears the cries of his disciples behind him and hopes they have the sense to stay focused on their individual skirmishes and keep watching each other’s backs while he deals with this.
Zidian is out of the question - generating a shock strong enough to hurt the yao would be enough to severely injure himself and he can’t get a good angle with Sandu to hack at it, not without the risk of severing his own leg.
The uncomfortable twists and bumps as he’s dragged on the forest floor cause him to fumble a few times, but he manages to pull out a handful of talismans tucked within the folds of his robes. Unfortunately none of them are very effective on the yao, the best of the lot just making it twitch a little before tightening its hold on Jiang Cheng’s leg.
Alright then. He curls up as much as he can and braces himself to prevent the bumpy journey from impacting his body too much and waits for the yao to stop, ready to attack with new ferocity then. He can hear his disciples following behind.
As is typical with Jiang Cheng’s life, nothing goes according to plan. The yao heads straight for a cave in the distance. Not liking the odds of a fight in that sort of cramped space, he scrabbles and manages to grab onto a thick tree root, preventing the yao from dragging him any further. He kicks out as another tentacle comes closer to assist, but then three more tentacles come over, two of them prying his grip off the root and the third wrapping around his forearms and binding them together and wrenching them above his head. It squeezes until he drops Sandu. Fuck. The yao continues dragging him along on his belly by its grip on his bound forearms and, try as he might, he can’t hook his foot onto another root with enough leverage to prevent him from being pulled toward the cave.
To Jiang Cheng’s surprise, instead of the larger cave he sees further ahead, the yao chooses a closer one with a much smaller opening. Jiang Cheng isn’t expecting it to fit, but the tentacles should have given him a clue and, like the little octopuses that can be found in Yunmeng’s larger lakes, the yao compresses itself and slides right through.
Unfortunately for the yao, Jiang Cheng does not.
His broad shoulders put a stop to that and he flexes his upper arms so they don’t slide in as easily as his forearms. The tentacle yao left a thin, filmy residue on the opening however, and three furious tugs are enough to get Jiang Cheng’s upper body through the opening with a painful wrench of his shoulder.
But one good thing about the position Jiang Cheng is trapped in is the yao is on the other side of the opening that Jiang Cheng is now blocking and it has no way of preventing him from using his legs to fight back. He braces his feet at the stone base of the opening and uses all the strength he has in his swimmer’s legs to push at the wall in the opposite direction that the yao is pulling him.
The battle, journey and now this little fight seems to have worn out the yao because after a bit it gives up and lets go of Jiang Cheng, retreating into the shadows so Jiang Cheng can only just barely see it with the limited light coming through into the cave.
Despite this temporary win against the yao, Jiang Cheng is not happy. Attempting to push with his thighs and wiggle around does nothing to get him out from where he’s stuck in the opening, so he’s left in an incredibly vulnerable position, with his lower half sticking out of the opening and no way for him to defend himself other than blind donkey kicks.
When he senses a presence behind him, he almost kicks out instinctively, before he realizes it’s just his disciples.
He’s both relieved and embarrassed. Their assistance is necessary, but letting his disciples see him in such an undignified state is a hard pill to swallow.
“Sect Leader, are you okay?”
“You’re not injured, are you, Sect Leader?”
“Yes, just stuck,” Jiang Cheng says, trying to keep his tone low so he doesn’t disturb the yao or draw it back. “The yao has retreated for now. Are all of you alright? No major injuries?”
He can’t see any of his disciples, check over them, see who’s flagging or hurt. All he can do is hope they tell him the truth and that they are all safe.
“No, Sect Leader,” Dong Yuan says reassuringly. “We’re all fine, thanks to you.”
Jiang Cheng trusts his head disciple not to feed him paper-thin lies and breathes out in relief.
“Good,” he says. “Now help me out of here.”
If Jiang Cheng didn’t know it was his disciples and trust them so implicitly and thoroughly, the feeling of all those phantom hands on him would be unbearable. Instead, though he’ll never admit it, he feels warm at the reminder that he’s not alone. He may not have most of his family anymore, but he has his whole sect behind him, ready to give him the support he needs.
“Sect Leader....” Dong Yuan’s hesitant tone is worrying, and Jiang Cheng understands exactly why it’s there. Despite the tugging and maneuvering, there’s been no progress at getting him out of the crevice.
“Sect Leader, pardon this rude one but you need to relax.” This time it’s Ran Yu’ai, blunt as always.
Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath and forces his body to loosen up.
“Sect Leader, you’re even more tense now!” Ji Jingkai, when did she become such a brat?
A muscle in his jaw jumps as he grits his teeth tight. He’s trying!
“I am relaxed!” Even as he shouts that, he knows it isn’t true.
“Sect Leader, please pardon this impertinent disciple, you can punish me later, but nothing relaxes you like masturbating!” Jia Ran exclaims, rushing all the words out like that will somehow make them less impudent and easier to swallow. Blood rushes to Jiang Cheng’s face so quickly that he thinks he sees red.
“Wha-what are you saying?” Jiang Cheng blusters. “How dare you. You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
But it seems like now that Jia Ran has crossed the line, he’s not holding back at all. Why get disciplined for one minor infraction when you can toss caution to the wind and make the misstep really count?
“Sect Leader, you’re never more relaxed than after you’ve had some alone time in your room!” Jia Ran insists, still speaking in that quick-fire manner, before he stumbles over his last words, adding, “N-not that I’ve been paying any attention.”
“You-” Jiang Cheng seethes but can’t really say anything to that. It’s true that the rare times he indulges himself and masturbates, he ends up feeling energetic and loose in ways he doesn’t even after a long swim. And perhaps it makes sense that the disciples he interacts with most frequently would notice that difference.
He tries changing the subject. “Regardless of whether or not that’s the case,” he says, testy and not at all eager to continue down this line of conversation, “there’s no point bringing that up because I can’t do anything with my hands on this side of the opening.”
A sense of foreboding creeps over Jiang Cheng after he says that.
There’s a long silence, the air charged with a strange, crackling tension. Jiang Cheng can feel his hackles rising as the instincts trained in him over decades of battle and war tell him that the tide is receding in anticipation of a crushing wave that he may not be able to handle.
Finally the building tension peaks and comes bursting out from Xia Xiang, one of his quieter and more obedient disciples: “Sect Leader, then let these humble disciples help you out.”
She takes a deep breath. “Please!”
It’s always the quiet ones.
That opens the floodgates, and the disciples start speaking over each other, pleading and begging Jiang Cheng to let them give him a helping hand.
“I owe you for saving me,” Dong Yuan says, hand placed proprietarily on Jiang Cheng’s ass. Jiang Cheng wants to both push into it and pull away, but there’s nowhere for him to go.
Dong Yuan starts rubbing Jiang Cheng’s ass like he’s trying to soothe a wild animal. Jiang Cheng hates to admit it, but it does actually help.
But that doesn’t mean he’s happy about it.
“You disciples are my responsibility,” Jiang Cheng argues.
Dong Yuan leans in, hand sliding until his thumb brushes the upper curve of his ass, and it might just be in his head but Jiang Cheng would swear he can feel the heat of it even through his robes. Dong Yuan puts his face right by Jiang Cheng’s waist - the closest he can get to Jiang Cheng’s ears with the way he’s stuck in the crevice - mouthing against his robes, “Sect Leader, please. Don’t let your pride get in the way - we just want to take care of you.”
He stubbornly sets his jaw.
“I don’t need to be taken care of.”
“Of course not, Sect Leader,” Dong Yuan says. “This is something we want to do for you. Would you indulge us, please?”
And Jiang Cheng caves.
“Tch,” he scoffs, dismissive tone belying the nerves stirring in his belly. “Do what you want.”
“Thank you for the privilege, Sect Leader.”
Jiang Cheng can feel the smile on his impertinent disciple’s face pressed against his robes. Well, he’ll see how smug they’ll be during the next morning training once Jiang Cheng gets free. They’ll be crying when he’s through with them.
He feels hands on him again, the hands of his devoted and most trusted disciples, and despite his mental grumbling Jiang Cheng can’t even pretend he’s too upset about it, just incredibly embarrassed.
They strip him, undoing his sash, pushing his robes aside, untying his pants and pulling down his underwear. He’s so exposed, and Jiang Cheng tries hard not to let his discomfort show, though he can’t hide the slight tremble in his limbs from the cool breeze on his bare skin.
With the utmost care in every gentle movement of those hands, his disciples even take off his boots and socks. Jiang Cheng’s expecting to feel stones and dirt beneath his bare feet but instead finds each foot carefully braced on the firm thighs of one of his disciples.
Jiang Cheng flushes, glad that no one can see his face. How delicate do they think he is that the soles of his feet cannot take the forest floor? But any protests are quieted as the disciple that Jiang Cheng is standing on murmuring low, “Thanking Sect Leader for his indulgence,” before placing his lips on the tip of Jiang Cheng’s cock.
The words are enough for Jiang Cheng to recognize him - Shun Li.
Jiang Cheng’s still soft at this point, but that’s quickly changing. Shun Li’s mouth feels good where he’s sucking on just the head of Jiang Cheng’s hardening cock. Unable to see a thing, every touch on his most sensitive parts is amplified until the only thing Jiang Cheng can focus on is the feeling of his cock being sucked, not the breeze or the yao or what his other disciples might be doing beyond the grounding touch of Dong Yuan’s hand on his hip.
Shun Li tongues at his slit, and Jiang Cheng is so distracted that a breathy cry escapes. It works like an encouragement, Shun Li just sucking harder in response. Jiang Cheng’s hands slap against the rock wall and his fingers dig in as he whines a little.
A hand wraps around his cock then, and Jiang Cheng knows from the touch that it is another disciple because the hand is too small to be Shun Li’s. Judging from the size it could be Ji Jingkai. She strokes with a firm, steady squeeze, and it takes all of a half dozen strokes for him to be fully hard.
“Sect Leader, you feel so good in my hand, better than the hilt of my sword,” Ji Jingkai teases. Jiang Cheng would scold her but her hand drops to tug at his balls at that moment and his hips buck almost involuntarily. A shameful gasp leaves his mouth instead of the chiding words he intended. Shun Li just takes him in deeper, the accidental thrust doing nothing to interrupt his steady rhythm.
Ji Jingkai’s hand returns to his shaft, curling tight around the bit of it that Shun Li hasn’t taken in, and Jiang Cheng can barely stand it. He’s only ever had his own hand before - who knew getting his cock sucked really felt as good as others always said it would. His thighs tense and twitch inward, but a pair of strong hands grab onto his knees and keep his legs pried open.
Dong Yuan’s hands are still groping his ass, grasping the cheeks and squeezing. Then he moves one down so he can press his thumb against Jiang Cheng’s hole, rubbing the soft rim.
Jiang Cheng loses track of who is doing what to him as more disciples get involved, an undertow of drugging pleasure pulling him underwater until he doesn’t know which way is up anymore.
Warm lips touch his skin as whoever knelt down behind him to hold his legs open starts kissing along the length of them, beginning with his ankle, trailing up his calves and then inner thighs, pausing to suck red marks into the sensitive skin there until Jiang Cheng is trembling and his eyes are burning.
He can barely stand the tenderness and whines, “C’mon, hurry up,” before he can stop himself, his fingers scraping against the rock. He has to bite down on his bottom lip before any more embarrassing sounds escape him.
Some words filter through his distracted hearing, and he realizes a few of the disciples are bickering over making sure each of them gets a turn.
“Why does everyone need a turn?” Jiang Cheng wants to demand, but then the disciple between his legs sucks a kiss into the crease between his ass and thigh and his words dissolve like sugar in hot water.
“Ah! That’s, no, mmm, harder-” he cries out somewhat nonsensically. He wants to come so badly, but the fact that he’s being watched is unfamiliar enough to draw it out.
Dong Yuan spreads his cheeks wide, and Jiang Cheng’s hole flutters at the sudden exposure. He braces himself for what’s next, but a moment passes and then another with nothing.
What are they doing? He opens his mouth to ask and-
“Sect Leader, your hole is so pretty,” Jia Ran says then, and Jiang Cheng flushes a deep red.
Oh! They’re just staring! Perverts!
“Don’t just look!” Jiang Cheng snaps. “That’s an order.”
“Yes sir,” Jia Ran says with relish.
He dips down to lick at Jiang Cheng’s hole, and Jiang Cheng’s cock twitches in Shun Li’s mouth. He’s rocking his hips now, panting, pushing his cock deeper into the tight suction of Shun Li’s mouth and then back onto Jia Ran’s tongue.
With each breath he takes, the pressure low in his belly builds, but it’s still not enough.
“More, more, faster,” Jiang Cheng whines. Then Jia Ran moves away and he cries out in protest, banging his elbow on the rock wall in an attempt to reach his arm back for Jia Ran.
But Jia Ran only shifts to bite Jiang Cheng’s cheek, little stings that make Jiang Cheng hiss. The pain from the bites works almost like a counterpoint to the slow suction on his cock and the hands stroking along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, so he can’t lose himself to the pleasure and instead is agonizingly aware of everything being done to him.
It’s overwhelming having so much attention on every inch of him. He’s unmoored, adrift like a lotus broken off from its stem.
When he finally breaks and begs for more, that’s when he starts to cry, tears dripping down his face unimpeded as his hands dig futilely into the rock wall. His disciples tenderly break him apart, worshipping every inch of him they can reach until Jiang Cheng can’t even pretend not to feel their care and regard for him.
“Sect Leader,” Dong Yuan murmurs as he presses a kiss to the small of Jiang Cheng’s back, “you can let go.”
And somehow that turns out to be what he needed, the soft words like a pair of linked hands giving him a step up and over the hurdle holding him back.
With a sob, Jiang Cheng comes and Shun Li takes it all, swallowing the cum down and continuing to suck until Jiang Cheng’s pleading for a break - not that they give him one.
The tears continue dripping, his only outlet for the intensity of the experience. Jiang Cheng tries to muffle his sobs, hands lifting from the rock to brush away his tears, but then he spots a small movement and looks over to see the yao stirring.
“Nnnh, wait, the yao,” Jiang Cheng moans. He wonders if he’s too quiet for his disciples to hear him, but they do pause.
Unfortunately there’s nothing they can do from the other side of the cave, and the yao edges closer to Jiang Cheng, tentacles waving about in the air. One tentacle in particular, looking slightly different from the rest rises and sprays something on him. Jiang Cheng’s instincts had him raising his forearms to block what he could of the spray, but some of it lands on his skin regardless.
He braces himself for a reaction, but nothing seems to happen.
Jiang Cheng is confused. Whatever was sprayed on him doesn’t hurt, and it doesn’t seem to really do anything, but then there’s an abrupt fierce ache in his lower half and his mind clears of all but an overpowering need to be touched and filled.
Someone with less control might start shouting and begging to be fucked, but Jiang Cheng isn’t just anyone. He snarls to himself and ruthlessly shoves these new urges down. This is a mental battle, and Jiang Cheng’s discipline will not be beaten by some ridiculous yao. He stiffens his resolve and keeps from blurting anything embarrassing out like pleas for his disciples to fuck him.
Then he hears on the other side of the cave, “Sect Leader, you’re getting really wet.”
Jiang Cheng flushes a deep red. His disciples are right. He can feel some sort of slick dripping from his hole, and his cock is leaking like he’s been edging himself for a shichen, not at all like he just came.
“It’s the yao,” he says. “It sprayed something on me.”
Concerned, Ran Yu’ai - the disciple with the most medical training among the ones who came along for this night hunt - checks his qi. He can’t reach Jiang Cheng’s wrist, so he places a warm hand on his belly near his lower dantian.
When Ran Yu’ai hisses sharply, Jiang Cheng knows something is wrong.
“Sect Leader, your yang levels are dangerously low.”
Jiang Cheng curses.
“Sect Leader,” Ran Yu’ai continues, “you need an infusion of yang energy urgently.”
Jiang Cheng isn’t stupid. In their current situation, with what’s happening to his body, there’s a clear and easy way for him to get more yang energy in his body. And his disciples are aware of that too.
“Is this okay, Sect Leader?” Dong Yuan asks.
“Yes, yes, just do it,” Jiang Cheng says, not wanting to talk about it anymore lest his words start devolving into senseless begging.
Someone switches places with Shun Li, making sure Jiang Cheng is stable where his feet are perched on this disciple’s thighs, and lightly strokes his cock, gentle enough that it doesn’t hurt while he’s still soft and sensitive.
Someone else moves in behind him and checks the fit, easily slipping two fingers into Jiang Cheng. He removes the fingers and then Jiang Cheng feels the blunt head of his cock pressing into him, easing in slowly but without pause, until his disciple’s hips are pillowed against his ass.
“Your hole is so hungry, Sect Leader,” Jia Ran groans, because of course he does. “It’s sucking me in so deep. Oh, do you like it when I talk like this, Sect Leader? You’re clenching around me.”
Jiang Cheng is going to make him run until he collapses when they get back!
“Stop standing around and fuck me,” he demands.
“Yes, sir!”
Jia Ran, despite his inability to know when to shut his mouth, is nonetheless very good at following orders. One of the Jiang Sect’s stronger swimmers, Jia Ran has powerful thighs that are being put to good use as he fucks Jiang Cheng at a steady, unforgiving pace. He’s going just slow enough that Jiang Cheng thinks he can feel every inch of Jia Ran’s cock as it slides into him and pulls out.
The strange substance-induced urge to be filled that has been itching in the back of his mind calms down.
“Ah, you feel so good,” Jia Ran mutters. Jiang Cheng doesn’t think he realizes that he’s saying anything, a stream of filth leaking out of his mouth to accompany his relentless thrusts. “So tight around me. Never felt anything like this. I’m going to be thinking about this for months to come, and my hand just won’t feel as good as Sect Leader’s ass clenching so sweetly around my cock. Just like that, just like that. Fuck.”
The hand on Jiang Cheng’s cock strokes faster to match Jia Ran’s pace, and it’s not long before Jiang Cheng’s knees nearly buckle and he comes again, the orgasm crashing over him and snatching his sight from him for a long moment.
When the white stars fade away, Jiang Cheng is trembling and the disciple under him is keeping him in place as Jia Ran continues to split him open. He feels Jia Ran’s fingers press bruises into his waist and then there’s liquid heat coating his insides as Jia Ran curses his way through his orgasm.
Jia Ran pulls out with a ragged breath, and Jiang Cheng barely blinks before the next disciple is lined up and sliding into him. Jiang Cheng’s legs are barely working and it seems the angle isn’t good for this disciple, because he hooks an arm around Jiang Cheng’s thigh and presses down on his lower back with his other hand.
The new angle makes Jiang Cheng’s feel like he’s getting fucked for the first time all over again, each sensation different from before, reaching places that Jia Ran’s cock never touched.
This disciple isn’t fucking as steadily as Jia Ran, but the inconsistent pace makes him more unpredictable and has Jiang Cheng gasping and crying out with each thrust that goes deeper or quicker than he expected. The head of this disciple’s cock slams into Jiang Cheng’s sweet spot on one of the thrusts, and Jiang Cheng screams.
There’s a pause, before the disciple carefully replicates the angle and depth of his thrust so he’s hitting Jiang Cheng’s prostate over and over again, until he’s insensate.
“There, there, harder, there,” Jiang Cheng finds himself slurring. He’s lighting up with pleasure as his disciple nails his prostate with each thrust. His cock is throbbing and he wishes desperately that someone would stroke him, suck him, do something to ease the ache.
“Touch me, come on,” he begs. One of the disciples is quick to obey, and the hand that wraps around his tender cock feels amazing. The hand swipes at the tip of his cock, steadily leaking copious amounts of precum, using it to reduce the painful friction. Jiang Cheng isn’t even looking to come, but the low-grade pleasure buzzes in the back of his head, the perfect accompaniment to the way his ass is getting wrecked.
The disciple fucking him comes and another one replaces him and then again and again until Jiang Cheng doesn’t even know how many disciples have come in him or how many times.
Jiang Cheng is so distracted that he doesn’t notice the tentacles getting closer to him until they start touching him. He weakly tries to push them away, but his attempts are derailed by the disciple fucking, his cock stretching him open and shoving up against his sweet spot with each brutal thrust into him. The tentacles easily ignore his efforts, moving around until one of them touches his skin, which turns out to be what they were looking for because the tentacles pick up their pace, searching out more skin and pushing past the collar of his robes. Since his robes were already loosened by his disciples on the other side, they fall open very easily.
When a tentacle brushes against one of his nipples, he can’t help twitching, squeezing hard around the cock in him. Behind him, Dong Yuan grunts and says, “Ah, Sect Leader, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
The yao seems to like his reaction, continuing to play with his nipples, brushing over and tugging at them until Jiang Cheng comes again. Then it latches on to them, the suction of the tentacles making it feel like someone is sucking on his nipples.
Part of Jiang Cheng is outraged at himself. This is a yao! Why are you letting it touch you like this? But it feels so good that he doesn’t want any of it to stop.
Another tentacle slides into his mouth, and he sucks on it without thinking, swallowing down the fluid leaking from its tip. He fumbles around for something to grab, squeezing helplessly at a couple tentacles he manages to get a grip on. Each squeeze has the yao tugging at his nipples in retaliation, until he’s crying again.
With his mouth stuffed he’s quieter, and the disciples get worried, and Ran Yu’ai checks his qi again, his hand cradling the slight swell of Jiang Cheng’s belly from all the cum filling him.
“Strange…” Ran Yu’ai says worriedly. “The yang energy isn’t settling in right.”
“Oh,” he adds. “Wait, something’s changing.”
There’s a murmured question that Jiang Cheng doesn’t quite catch, before Ran Yu’ai responds, “There was a sudden influx of yin energy that is binding with the yang energy.”
He adds, in a louder voice, “What are you doing on that side, Sect Leader?”
Jiang Cheng pulls away from the tentacle for just long enough to stutter out that it’s the yao before it shoves the tentacle back in his mouth.
“Oh, the yao is doing something,” Ran Yu’ai says hesitantly. “Well... It’s working, so keep it up.”
It doesn’t take long for the yao to explode in Jiang Cheng’s mouth. He can barely swallow the mouthful of cum he gets, the next spurt spilling down his chin and dripping on the floor. Jiang Cheng is so out of it, gasping as he tries to catch his breath, that he barely registers the yao retreating again.
Jiang Cheng is stuffed to the brim. After who knows how many rounds of cum from his disciples and the yao’s spend on top of that, his belly feels so full of cum that even though he can’t see it he knows it has to be slightly distended. Each bounce as Dong Yuan pulls him back onto his cock jars his heavy stomach, on the edge of too much to handle.
Right when he’s about to say something, feeling close to bursting and starting to lose some of the enjoyment, Ran Yu’ai pipes up to say his qi feels close to balanced again, and they can finish.
Jiang Cheng breathes a sigh of relief before a series of high-pitched moans are punched out of him as Dong Yuan’s fingers tighten their grip on his hips and he pounds in a few more times.
“Sect Leader,” Dong Yuan pants, “can you squeeze around me again? You’re a bit loose right now.”
Jiang Cheng is beyond embarrassment at this point. He just sobs and tries to clench down.
“Hm, shimei, can you make him come again? He squeezes around me so nicely when he does.”
“You dare?” Jiang Cheng snarls, outraged. He tries to kick Dong Yuan but can’t get a good angle for it.
Xia Xiang just ignores him and says yes, exactly the same way she does when she’s given an assignment.
Her hand takes his cock, sliding the foreskin out of the way so she can pinch lightly at the head of his dick. Jiang Cheng howls.
“Oh, that feels good,” Dong Yuan groans. “His body is reacting so well to whatever you’re doing, shimei.”
It takes a handful more thrusts before Dong Yuan stops, pushing in one more time with a hard slap and then grinding out his orgasm. Jiang Cheng is so full that a little cum spills out of his hole around where Dong Yuan’s cock is still in him.
Ran Yu’ai has been monitoring Jiang Cheng’s qi, so he notices when another odd thing starts happening.
“The energy is condensing in Sect Leader’s belly,” he reports. “It doesn’t seem to be hurting him or disrupting his qi though.”
Ran Yu’ai sighs. “I’m not a medical expert so this is a little beyond me now, but I think it might be the excess energy dealing with itself now that Sect Leader’s qi is balanced again.”
“Should we stop then?” Dong Yuan asks.
“No,” Ran Yu’ai says after a long pause. “Don’t stop, keep working at him.”
“I thought you said I was done,” Jiang Cheng cries out, dismayed.
“No, Sect Leader, we’re done.”
Xia Xiang thumbs the slit at the tip of his cock and he comes again, dry. By this point, the only thing holding him up is his disciples where they are bracing and holding his legs.
“Oh, that did it,” Ran Yu’ai says, happy surprise curling around his words.
“But I still feel so full,” Jiang Cheng protests.
“Yes, it seems our energy combined with the yao’s and condensed in you in the form of little balls of qi. I think... you need to push them out.”
“What.”
“Come on, Sect Leader, you’re almost there,” Jia Ran says, trying to be encouraging.
His disciples’ hands are back on him, stroking his soft cock, rubbing his tense, full belly, and spreading his cheeks.
The pressure in his abdomen increases incrementally, and Jiang Cheng can feel his stomach tighten.
This time when he comes, still dry, it feels like that one time he tried anal beads on himself, the first large pearl stretching his rim wide, pressing against his prostate on its way, before popping out with a startling, obscene noise.
The next ball taps against his rim, pushing out a little gush of the cum sloshing around in him, his disciples’ thick spend dripping down his thighs. The residual slick on his hole and the cum help to ease the way, and a jolt of lightning pleasure shoots up his spine as each fat pearl of condensed qi makes its way out of his body.
Dazed, Jiang Cheng doesn’t keep track as the balls drop out of him until he feels empty again. He stops making sounds, tears just quietly dripping down his cheeks. He knows right away the moment he’s pushed them all out.
Feeling heavy and slow like honey, he slumps down and slides right out of the crevice, tumbling backward into Dong Yuan, who catches and lowers him carefully into his lap.
“Sect Leader, you did great!”
“You were so wonderful.”
“It’s over now, Sect Leader.”
The voices overlap in a chorus, warm and tender. Jiang Cheng can’t open his eyes, he’s so exhausted, but he makes a concerted effort to do so when he feels Dong Yuan grab his thighs under his knees and hold him open.
Dong Yuan just hushes him. “We’re just cleaning you up.”
Jiang Cheng thought that meant with a cloth, but instead he feels one of his disciples licking his inner thighs clean before moving to his hole and cock. The swiping tongue moves so gently that his sensitive cock and puffy hole aren’t aggravated - it’s soothing instead. He twitches as the disciple sucks at his rim, digging their tongue into his slightly gaping hole to clear out cum, but Dong Yuan holds him securely so he doesn’t accidentally kick out at or hurt the disciple cleaning him up.
His cock swells a little, just enough to be noticeable, and when the disciple finishes cleaning him up, they move back to his cock, pushing aside his foreskin and sucking lightly on the tip of his cock until he comes for the last time with a broken sob.
His disciples help him back into his robes. Someone brushes his hair out of his eyes and reties it. Someone else presses a kiss to his forehead and thanks him.
His hand curls involuntarily into Dong Yuan’s collar, but he keeps his eyes closed and lets his disciples take care of him.
“Don’t t-” he mumbles.
“Don’t worry, Sect Leader,” Dong Yuan soothes. “No one else will know about this incident.”
"Hey," another disciple pipes up. "What do we do with these qi balls?"
Kun Huo is just doing the weekly inventory of the infirmary when Sect Leader walks in, a dark look on his face.
There’s no worry or urgency in his expression, so she assumes it isn’t some medical emergency that’s brought him here and waits patiently for him to say something.
He stands there silently, glowering at her. Kun Huo knows he just finished a mission, so a small part of her hopes that he’s willingly if reluctantly here to be checked over or to submit to treatment for an injury. But the hope is fruitless.
He shoves a box in her direction, grunting, “Here.”
Baffled and intrigued, she takes the box from him.
Opening the lid, Kun Huo exclaims in surprise at what she finds inside.
“Lingdan! And so many of them.”
She normally tries to be more circumspect with her words around Sect Leader, but the questions rush out of her.
“Sect Leader, where did you get this from? Lingdan are so rare! And this many? I’ll be able to make a nice batch of medicines from these. Was someone selling them?”
She looks back over at Sect Leader. His face is ruddy, and he can’t look her in the eye.
Flustered, he just snaps at her, “Stop asking pointless questions.”
Then he turns around and storms out of the infirmary.
“What’s Sect Leader’s problem?” she mutters, bewildered, but there’s no one else in the infirmary so she doesn’t get a response.