If—no, when Shen Qingqiu met Airplane Shooting Toward the Sky, he was going to smack that horrible, perverted author to oblivion and back. His death should have been peaceful nothingness, eternal sleep and blissful rest or something along those lines. Or at the very least, his afterlife should have been filled with the pearly gates of heaven or the wheel of reincarnation or maybe even the fiery brimstone of hell if that's what his mortal deeds added up to, but instead he had to suffer through this shitstorm.
Said shitstorm was blinking up at him with large, watery eyes on the verge of tears, completely unbecoming of a future stallion protagonist with a harem of six hundred beauties.
"Shizun," the poor little lamb sniffled at him, tugging piteously at the hem of his sleeve. His lip stuck out in a trembling pout that shouldn't be doing such awful things to Shen Qingqiu's heart. "This Binghe is hungry. Begging Shizun to feed me please."
Shen Qingqiu quickly stamped down the unease bubbling in the back of his throat at the sight of Binghe's tears. He sat up from his bed and composed himself into a more graceful sitting position, blankets falling around him in an artful sprawl. Preoccupied with adjusting the collar of his sleeping robe that had fallen into disarray during his slumber, he didn't notice Binghe's covetous gaze lingering on his body particularly the porcelain skin of his chest that was still peeking through the folds of his clothes.
"Binghe," he chided in his most diplomatic tone of voice. His hands itched for his fan to cover the rapidly spreading blush rising from his neck when he finally noticed the blatant look of desire on his disciple's face. "You already had your fill during the evening meal. How could you still be hungry?"
Eyes snapping back up to Shen Qingqiu's face in an obvious manner, Luo Binghe's bottom lip stuck out in a pout.
"This disciple knows his greed is improper and inconvenient for this master, but he begs Shizun for his magnanimity," Binghe whimpered, tugging even more insistently on Shen Qingqiu's sleeve. As if to punctuate that statement, Binghe's stomach gave an audible rumble. The poor boy was wringing the fabric in his hands, clearly embarrassed about asking to feed from his master but not embarrassed enough to wait until the morning.
Well, there wasn't much to do at this point, Shen Qingqiu sighed. He reclined back against his pillow and motioned to Binghe with a lazy wave of his hand.
Emboldened by his master's acquiesce, Binghe quickly clambered onto the bed and curled himself next to Shen Qingqiu. It was awkward because Luo Binghe was firmly in his teenager stage of life, still growing into his body, all gangly elbows and knees, but he still insisted on snuggling as close to Shen Qingqiu as possible. Trembling hands tugged at the collar of Shen Qingqiu's robes with a touch of impatience causing Shen Qingqiu to sigh and gently loosen Luo Binghe's hands from his collar.
Shen Qingqiu undid the ties of his robes and allowed the silk fabric to fall off his shoulders, revealing the top of his torso to Binghe's anticipatory eyes. Unbidden, Binghe licked his lips and immediately sought for his nipple with a hungry mouth. Shen Qingqiu winced when Luo Binghe's lips clasped tight around his chest, still sore and tender from the evening when his disciple had fed from him previously.
It was always the most contradictory sensation whenever Luo Binghe fed from Shen Qingqiu. A calm, almost comforting feeling swept through Shen Qingqiu's body as Luo Binghe suckled against his chest. He chalked it up to the feeling of being able to feed his disciple with the milk his body made. On the other hand, the weirdness that was feeding his disciple with the milk his body made did not escape Shen Qingqiu's mind. But Shen Qingqiu had gotten very skilled at compartmentalizing his millennial sensibilities about most of the weird plot devices found in this novel. To him, this was no different than providing Binghe with enough food to eat, a warm place to sleep, and sturdy clothes to wear. As long as he viewed it like that then it was perfectly natural to breastfeed his disciple until a more permanent solution could be found.
Luo Binghe broke his clasp off Shen Qingqiu's chest with a gasp, laying his head between the valley of his breasts. His hands tightened on Shen Qingqiu's robe as he laid heavily on top of his shizun. Sometimes Luo Binghe needed a few moments to catch his breath in between his feedings, clinging tightly onto Shen Qingqiu as a newborn kitten would to its mother. Shen Qingqiu ran his hands across Luo Binghe's back, patting him and giving him a few moments to recollect himself.
"Are you full now, Binghe?" Shen Qingqiu hummed, peering down at his disciple. Luo Binghe peeked up at him shyly and shook his head. Shen Qingqiu could still see a thin trail of milk on his chin. Wiping his face gently, Shen Qingqiu shifted his body until Luo Binghe could latch onto his other nipple.
Luo Binghe brightened and lowered his mouth onto the offered nipple. He nibbled at the tip and sucked hard, stimulating the blushing pink peak for a higher milk flow which Shen Qingqiu'd body gave up willingly.
"Gentle, Binghe," Shen Qingqiu gasped at the sensation. "You must be gentle."
Binghe squeezed Shen Qingqiu's waist in apology and Shen Qingqiu ran his fingers through Binghe's hair.
The soothing motion along with the soft cream taste of his shizun's milk was slowly lulling Luo Binghe back to sleep. He had known no greater comfort than this and he would never give this up for anything now that his loving, compassionate shizun had offered it to him.
Looking back on it, Shen Qingqiu supposed it had started off as something more innocent.
Their evening meal was just as sumptuous as always if not more so. The table was laden with cumin spiced toothpick lamb that sizzled pleasantly on the tongue, cool beancurd noodle salad mixed with thinly sliced carrots and scallions in sesame oil, and lotus roots stuffed with sweet rice and covered with a sticky date sauce. The flavors were impeccable and made Shen Qingqiu inwardly cry tears of joy as he sampled each and every dish with relish. It seemed that Binghe kept getting better and better, always trying to outdo himself with each meal.
He tried to slow himself down to a more refined pace of eating, but he just couldn't help himself! He most definitely OOC-ed, but he couldn't help it! The food was just too tasty! If he was going to die in a couple of years, then at least he would die a well-fed man.
Shen Qingqiu was so wrapped up in his own enjoyment that he did not notice Binghe pausing in his own meal to stare at him with wide enraptured eyes. When Shen Qingqiu finally did notice, the immortal master paused and coughed lightly into his cupped fist. He slowed down the pace of his eating dramatically into something a little more dignified, and motioned for Binghe to focus on his own food.
"Binghe should eat more," Shen Qingqiu said as he picked up a choice bit of lamb and set it in Binghe's bowl. "Growing boys need to eat at least twice as much in order to grow up big and strong."
"Yes, Shizun!" Binghe nearly glowed from the admonishment and dutifully picked up the lamb Shen Qingqiu had set in his bowl.
No sooner had Binghe swallowed the meat than he began to turn slightly green. Shen Qingqiu's chopsticks paused in the air as he looked at his disciple with growing trepidation. Binghe began to tremble slightly before his utensils fell with a clatter on the table and he immediately vomited everything he ate all over himself.
For a moment there was dead silence as they both looked at each other in complete shock. And then Binghe clapped his hand over his mouth as he retched again, sick and bile spilling past his cupped hands.
"Binghe!" Shizun shouted in alarm, tossing his bowl to the table and putting a hand on his disciple's back. "Are you alright?"
Panic set in him. Had the meat gone bad? Was Luo Binghe allergic to something he wasn't aware of? It couldn't be, Binghe had cooked the meal himself. There was no way he would add something into his own food that he was allergic to, right?
But what if the protagonist didn't know? What if this was something new because Shen Qingqiu had changed something in the story again? While the plot of the story assured Shen Qingqiu that Binghe would not die from whatever mysterious ailment afflicted him, there were still an innumerable amount of ways his tiny little bun could become sick with an unforeseen disease or chronic illness… only to be cured later in the story with a round of papapa from one of his many harem members. Shen Qingqiu preferred that not to happen under his watch, he had reservations about having his precious disciple engaging in those types of behaviors before he was an emotionally and functionally mature adult able to tell quality from quantity.
"This disciple begs Shizun for forgiveness!" Binghe yelped even as his face grew ten shades paler. His hands remained clasped over his mouth even as he continued to vomit.
"Binghe, stop holding it in!" Shen Qingqiu scolded before hefting the boy up and leading him over to the chamber pot.
It seemed that he emptied himself of the entire contents of his stomach before the horrifying bout ended. Through it all, Shen Qingqiu made helpless shushing noises and rubbed soothing circles on his back while holding his hair back, for lack of any better idea. His mind raced through his near encyclopedic knowledge of the novel, trying to figure out which plot device was being used to harm his precious Binghe. He came up with numerous plot devices but none of which he could remember Luo Binghe coming in contact with recently. Slumping motionlessly to the side, Luo Binghe moaned weakly, clutching his stomach in agony.
"Perhaps the meat was spoiled," suggested Shen Qingqiu futilely. Both of them knew that was not true, Luo Binghe would sooner stab himself than serve his master spoiled meat, but they allowed the excuse to pass.
"Begging master's forgiveness," Binghe mumbled dazedly, turning his face up to his master who wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. "This ungrateful disciple ruined master's meal with his unsavory body fluids."
"Binghe does not need to apologize for that," Shen Qingqiu was quick to dismiss. He left Binghe's side for a moment and poured a cup of tea from the pot on the table. It was long cooled and should be palatable to Binghe. "It was a physiological reaction."
After rinsing out Binghe's mouth and washing the mess from his arms, Shen Qingqiu ushered him into his little side room and began pulling off his clothes. To Shen Qingqiu's immense annoyance and confusion, Luo Binghe immediately reddened and clutched at his dirty clothes with tight fists.
"W-Wha-!"
"Your clothes are soiled," said Shen Qingqiu with a touch of impatience. Honestly, couldn't the silly child tell that his clothes were covered in bile and other unidentifiable food bits? Why was he acting like such a shy maiden? It wasn't like Binghe had anything he hadn't seen before. "We need to wash them."
"T-This disciple can take off his own clothes!" Luo Binghe yelped as his shizun redoubled his efforts in pulling Luo Binghe's clothes off of him. His fists grew tighter, and he squirmed with all his might away from Shen Qingqiu's grasp but this was the worst possible idea as Luo Binghe paled dramatically and let out a half-aborted groan and cupped his mouth.
"Are you okay?" Shen Qingqiu asked worriedly. "Do you need the chamber pot again?"
Luo Binghe, ever the resilient trooper, merely shook his head and took a couple deep breaths. Holy shit, this was actually pretty bad and Shen Qingqiu was not equipped to handle this. He should be calling emergency services right? In this case, he should be calling over Mu Qingfang but Luo Binghe looked determined to keep whatever shit was happening to him to himself as evidenced by his vehement refusal when Shen Qingqiu offered to fly Luo Binghe over to Qian Cao Peak.
"This disciple wishes to bathe himself and rest for a moment," Luo Binghe insisted after getting himself back under control. "Shizun need not lower himself to personally care for this useless one."
"How can caring for my own personal disciple be lowering myself?" Shen Qingqiu tutted and with a few well timed pokes, rid Luo Binghe of his resistance and his clothes. "Binghe has cared for this master's needs since he was young. It is now this master's turn to care for Binghe."
Properly chastened or perhaps too weak to resist, Luo Binghe allowed himself to be led into a prepared bath and lowered into the water. Shen Qingqiu made short work of tossing Luo Binghe's soiled clothing into the hamper and clearing away the rest of their meal. Shen Qingqiu pulled out the ribbon binding his hair up and used it to tie his sleeves up and away from his arms. His hair spilled around him in a curtain and Luo Binghe watched him with rapt fascination. Picking up the wooden ladle, Shen Qingqiu poured a ladle of water over Binghe's hair causing the boy to yelp in surprise. Honestly, what was so mesmerizing about him that Luo Binghe couldn't look away for one second?
He was going to prune in this bath at this rate. Clearly he could not leave his disciple to his own devices or they would be here all night.
"Cease that ungainly gawking," Shen Qingqiu chided in a soft tone as he poured a sizeable amount of what passed as shampoo in this world into his hands and began to scrub Luo Binghe's curly hair. "Finish bathing quickly and head straight to bed."
"Shizun!" Luo Binghe whined, trying to escape to the other side of the tub if not for the hands Shen Qingqiu had in his hair. "I can bathe myself!"
"Clearly not," Shen Qingqiu sighed good naturedly. "Stay still, Binghe! The sooner we get this done, the sooner you can head off to bed."
With a minimal amount of fussing, Luo Binghe finally submitted to being washed and toweled off by his master. When he was dry and dressed in his inner robes, Shen Qingqiu poked and prodded him into his bed and under his covers. Tucking the blanket up to Luo Binghe's chin, he smoothed away a couple of flyaway curls around his face and brushed his thumb against his cheek.
"Rest, Luo Binghe," Shen Qingqiu whispered. "This master will brew you some tea and you can sleep for the rest of the day."
"No, shizun-" Luo Binghe began to protest, no doubt about to rattle off a hellishly long list of chores he had to do around their little bamboo house.
"Hush, Binghe," Shen Qingqiu pressed his finger to Luo Binghe's lips. "Not a word out of you. Rest means rest. Or do these master's words mean so little to you?"
"Of course not!" Luo Binghe blustered, always quick to absolve even the slightest hint that he was anything but loyal and diligent to his master.
"Then stay under the covers until this master fetches you for the morning meal." "Good night Binghe."
Luo Binghe finally settled down and snuggled under the covers, pulling them over his reddened cheeks. "Good night, Shizun."
Shen Qingqiu extinguished the candle in the lamp by Luo Binghe's bedside and quietly slipped out of the room. Sighing to himself, Shen Qingqiu untied the ribbon binding his sleeves. He ran a hand tiredly over his hair. This was not how he pictured the night going but honestly, he never could predict his life in this crazy story.
Perhaps it was just a touch of the stomach flu, never mind that cultivators, even young budding ones had high enough cultivation that normal ailments never touched them. Maybe the meat really was off but that didn't explain why Shen Qingqiu was feeling fine while Luo Binghe had gotten sick. Or it could have been a million other little things that Shen Qingqiu didn't know about because he was fucking up the plot left and right.
Shen Qingqiu bit his lip as an uncomfortable feeling crept up his spine. He had a sneaking suspicion that Airplane Shooting for the Sky was responsible for this and it was going to come back in some weird sexual way and bite Shen Qingqiu in the ass.
A/N: Lol back at it again with the lactation kink. I should be working on other fics including my other lactation fic but lately I've been busy with traveling back to LA and sightseeing with my mother before I graduate. And I've also been prepping for graduation. Paperwork, grad photos, buying a crap load of regalia, the whole song and dance.
I'm hoping to get to my other works soon but my mother has taken up all my free time and I am close to starting my next rotation so we'll see how it goes.