Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Sending pictures.

Han Xin’s body tensed, every muscle taut as he reached the precipice of pleasure. He imagined Xiang Yu’s fingers digging into his hips, holding him firmly as he thrust against him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. With a final, desperate groan, Han Xin surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his seed spurting from his cock in hot, wet bursts.

The release was intense, leaving Han Xin trembling and breathless. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself alone in the shower, the water still running over his spent body. The pheromone sensor continued to beep, a silent witness to the passion that had just consumed him.

Han Xin slumped against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the reality of what he had just done hit him. His eyes flew open, and he took in his surroundings, the steam-filled bathroom, and the evidence of his release, now washing away down the drain. A mix of emotions washed over him. It was exhilaration, shame, and a deep, nagging hunger that wouldn’t be denied.

As the shower continued to rain down on him, Han Xin reaffirmed his addiction to Xiang Yu. The man had gotten under his skin, into his blood, and now there was no going back. The thought of Xiang Yu dominated his every waking moment, and even in his sleep, he dreamed of their forbidden trysts.

Han Xin slowly rose to his feet shutting off the water. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his slim waist, and dried his hair, the damp locks falling over his forehead. He stared at his reflection in the foggy mirror, his eyes holding a mix of desire and uncertainty. With a slight shake of his head, he walked out of the bathroom, his feet sinking into the plush carpet of his bedroom.

The night light cast a soft glow over the spacious room, highlighting Han Xin’s well-defined abs and the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the towel. He picked out a pair of pyjamas and dressed slowly, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his shower experience.

He soon sat in the chair in his room, a floating screen appearing as though activated by his mere presence. He wanted to check what people were saying about Xiang Yu after the incident at dinner. As expected, they weren’t saying anything nice.

The vitriol was infuriating. They were calling Xiang Yu names and cussing him out, and some even called for him to be stripped of his right to inherit the throne.

In his past life, Han Xin would have let this fester, indifferent to Xiang Yu’s reputation. But in this life, Xiang Yu was his, and no one was allowed to disparage him like this. The Imperial Lord had tried to suppress the backlash on Star Net, but it was as if someone was adding fuel to the fire. Han Xin wanted to know who had such audacity, but right now, he needed to clear Xiang Yu’s name.

"Zeus," he called out, and the AI assistant lit up, showing up on the floating screen. "Spread the surveillance of the dinner and make sure to clear Xiang Yu’s name," Han Xin instructed.

Zeus, efficient and effective as always, responded, "Yes, sir," before it began to work tirelessly.

Han Xin’s communicator on his wrist buzzed, and he checked his messages. Seeing it was from Xiang Yu, he quickly tapped on the floating screen, thinking Xiang Yu might be in trouble. Instead, Xiang Yu had sent an image that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

There lay Xiang Yu, shirtless and reclining on a bed, his chiselled torso bare except for a pair of skimpy boxer briefs. The fabric clung to his powerful thighs, leaving little to the imagination.