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Junshang.
Mobei-jun stands within the shadows of the bamboo forest, gaze locked on Luo Binghe and the much smaller figure beside him.
Shen Qingqiu, or what is left of the man in this universe so different from their home. This Shen Qingqiu is young, brainless, but still a nuisance. Like that of a cat demon, spirit, or something else, the boy—for he is only seventeen—sprouts a pair of black ears, the left has a slightly dark gray tip. Behind him a fluffy tail with rings of black then dark gray fur pokes through his robes, the back of the clothing perfectly modified for the appendage.
The boy called himself Shen Min; Junshang calls him Minmin.
Despite that, no one else seems to call the boy anything else but Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu, a soul that was given new life into a random stray cat, then gradually came to obtain a human form, survived traveling alone, then ended up living within Cang Qiong Mountain with the current Shen Qingqiu acting as his own parent. (That Shen Qingqiu does not matter when Mobei-jun is certain it is someone else entirely. Junshang only paid attention for a few months before moving on to the younger version.)
At least that is what Mobei-jun has heard the little nuisance tell Junshang.
The thing even retained memory until suddenly all of that had vanished, smothered with claims that Luo Binghe had found Shen Jiu, a poor starving kitten, and nursed it to back to health with what scraps he could find; memories that Luo Binghe lived on the streets with Shen Jiu; Luo Binghe was Shen Jiu's one and only gege, always there for him and always protecting him. Smothered and burning with false memories of arriving to Cang Qiong Mountain together, becoming disciples of Qing Jing Peak. Turning to ash, falling apart as the false memories took over now filling in gaps like Luo Binghe disappearing without warning for several years only to come back later on with stories of being an emperor with a harem and hundreds of children; Luo Binghe left the harem behind except for one, all so he could stay with Shen Jiu in this universe.
And Mobei-jun had followed him.
He had followed, left behind his own kingdom because following Junshang felt better than lingering behind in a palace without the man.
Mobei-jun does not regret it. The only regret he has is that Shen Jiu was not taken care of before the feline's claws could strip Junshang of all that he once was, leaving behind chunks of soft sensitive flesh.
If one were to brush over that flesh gently, Junshang would whimper, curl up like a wounded mutt, then scamper off to Shen Jiu in order to receive attention, a roll of eyes, a scoff, or even the kitten's ire turned on whoever did such a thing.
The Junshang of the past wouldn't have done such a thing, Mobei-jun knows this. He knew his Junshang well, better than some brat who can't even grasp which memories of his are real or fabricated.
Within the Endless Abyss when Luo Binghe was just a teen, at least a decade younger than Mobei-jun himself.
When that same teen, now a man with a fraction of power holding control over Huan Hua Palace had searched him out once again.
Within camps set up during war, on the bloodstained battlegrounds, during each insufferable conquest that involved bringing another women back to the palace who only lasted a few months if they were lucky only to be cast aside later on.
When Junshang grew tired of going to his wives for help, or he simply did not trust them in the moment due to his weakened state, seeking the help of his general.
When Junshang's own version of Shen Qingqiu had finally lost anything of himself that seemed entertaining, becoming a puppet on strings, a corpse still breathing but no longer in the living realm.
Mobei-jun had been there for each one and more. What exactly had that little kitten been there for? What exactly did that pest have that made Junshang so captivated?
Junshang is an obsessive man, however, Mobei-jun knows this. Once he latches onto a toy he truly likes, he will not let go on his own.
Out in the sunlight, Luo Binghe feeds Shen Jiu a tart. He speaks to the boy with a soft but stern expression, possibly telling the boy he can not consume too many sweets or else he risks sickness.
Shen Jiu grumbles, brows furrowed, ears pinned down and tail tip flicking slowly. Sure enough, he will be attempting an argument with Luo Binghe only to accept what the man says for now.
Junshang is an obsessive man that will not let go on his own, but Mobei-jun can at least break the toy a little himself. If he were to break it enough, perhaps it'd take care of itself and leave Junshang to once more seek out the support of Mobei-jun.
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"Gege?" The door to the small hut slowly pushes open to showcase the woods surrounding it behind the Shen Jiu. The boy peeks inside the home shrouded in darkness, not a lamp in sight, nor do any of the windows seem to be willing to invite light from outside within the enclosed space.
Undeterred, Shen Jiu steps into the darkness, the shadows creeping up to engulf him as well when he dares to move farther into the house.
"Gege," he calls out again, "come out. You said we'd go shopping together."
Watching eyes go undetected as Shen Jiu explores the house, sinking too far into the maws of shadows.
The hut's mouth closes with a slam, the shadows encase Shen Jiu before a sound can come out. Too fast to allow a reaction, the shadows cover his entire senses.
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Small. Incredibly small.
Prodding at the naked boy—now unconscious, laid spread across Junshang's own bed within the hut, wrists tied to the bed posts—Mobei-jun wonders if Luo Binghe has yet to enter Shen Jiu. If anyone has yet to at all.
Perhaps if he had known the parts of Shen Qingqiu back in their home universe, he'd also question whether the lack of a dick was a result of birth, or something that occurred only to gain more of Junshang's favor. Regardless of which, the fact remains that it is incredibly small.
He hopes he is the first to take it.
Phack!
Shen Jiu's twitches, grasping awake from the sudden slap to his pussy.
Phack!
Mobei-jun slaps it again—phack—then again, and again, and again. He keeps slapping it, punishing it for during to lure Junshang in. If Luo Binghe hasn't used it there is still the chance he saw it. The sight of another flower, like that of his abandoned harem, it's petals casting a deeper spell than any of those other women ever had before. The skin around it growing pink, bruised, roughed up with each slap Mobei-jun gives it.
Underneath, Shen Jiu struggles against his bindings with no true hope of getting away from the onslaught. Tears blur his vision and drag down his face to blend with the sheets below leaving damp spots.
Kicking his leg out with the intention to get Mobei-jun off him or better yet scratch the imposing man with his lower claws, Shen Jiu yowls in pain, "Get off me, get off me!! You stupid beast! I'll kill you, I'll-"
The sound of skin slapping skin pauses, but Mobei-jun does not wait to allow Shen Jiu the time to process it. His hand, now wet from the slick Shen Jiu's pussy released, grips the feline by the neck and squeezes, the other grips one of the disobedient legs.
"Annoying. Shut up."
Shen Jiu chokes, his yowling ceasing, yet he still attempts to make sound as he glares up at the demon.
Mobei-jun moves without concern. Pulling his pants down, moving his robes aside, and taking himself in hand he pumps himself to full standing.
The feline begins to struggle again, choking in his fertile attempt to beg, to yowl, to curse the demon whose wide tip pokes at his closed flower.
It pokes once, twice. The third time it comes into contact with the flower, it mercilessly pushes it, ignoring the increased struggles and cries, refusing to stop once until it finally finds itself fully inside.
"Good…" Mobei-jun growls with satisfaction. The tightness of the warm flesh around his cold rod, the sight of the bulge in the boy where his cock sits snugly, the scent of blood, and the visual of Shen Jiu's blotched face all comes together like a painting made specifically for Mobei-jun's tastes.
The final brushstroke to top it all off s the glare the cat is still capable of giving. Pain and hatred blended together, a drop of paint made for him in this very moment.
Pulling out slowly, savoring the tightness of Shen Jiu until just his tip remains inside. Then he thrusts in with no breathing period.
Mobei-jun takes and takes in the pleasure of opening Shen Jiu up, of ruining Junshang's obsession, forcing the brat to shape to his liking instead of watching him shape Junshang. All the while, the cat shreds more tears, the sheets under him now appearing drenched, his crying broken by the hand still gripping his neck.
The time it takes for that broken flower to clench and attempt milking Mobei-jun is short. Growling again, he pauses his thrusting, focusing on the feel of Shen Jiu coming on his cock.
Then he moves on, releasing the throat, cutting the the binding around both the boy's wrist. As expected, Shen Jiu still tries to swipe at him, the movement weak, stuttered.
"Stupid kitten."
Flipping Shen Jiu onto his stomach, grabbing his waist with both hands—just one is large enough to nearly go around the entirety of Shen Jiu waist—Mobei-jun plunges back into that abused hole, now gaping like a hungry maw waiting for him to feed it once more.
"You- aah-ugh! Fffuuck- Pleeeaugh!" Moans and pleads come out rough, his throat burning, yet without the hand to stop him from making sound, Shen Jiu fills the room with his vocals.
Encouraging Mobei-jun on, he pulls the Qing Jing disciple's hips to meet every thrust of his, growling deeply, "You deserve this."
Deserved for daring to lure Junshang away from their home, for daring to live with that face similar to Junshang's first obsession, for daring to change Junshang into something Mobei-jun does not understand.
If Junshang will not leave his new toy behind, then Mobei-jun will just break it himself. He'll use it until nightfall, until the sunrises, everything falls back together as if coming here had not happened.
He'll—
"Minmin!?"