Master, Whose Bastard Child Are You Carrying?

A seemingly sweet, secretly dark-hearted fox-like top x a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, gentle master bottom One-on-one, both pure, happy ending Lian Yue has been a disciple of Qingyue Sword Sect for more than ten years. The person he reveres most is his master, Yao Cang. Yao Cang has doted on him for years, like a father and a teacher, but overnight he turned cold, treating Lian Yue with icy indifference from then on. Lian Yue couldn't understand why. After asking around, he learned that Yao Cang had once loved someone dearly, a person who had been dead for many years. That person looked almost exactly like him, and even their names differed by only one character. At last, he understood. So that's what it was. In his master's eyes, he had been nothing more than a substitute all these years. Heartbroken, he left his sect. Years later, he led an army of demons across the border, swearing to avenge his humiliation. On the eve of the siege, an uninvited guest barged into his bedchamber. His clothes were stained with blood, and he was barely breathing. Gone was the arrogant indifference with which he had rejected Lian Yue years ago. Now he looked painfully wretched and haggard. Yao Cang had come to make peace. He offered himself in exchange for Lian Yue calling off the attack. Lian Yue kept him, intrigued. His former master meekly knelt at his knees, pleasing him like a kept lover. The satisfaction was intoxicating. The love he had thought dead for so many years stirred, eager to flare back to life. He slipped a hand beneath Yao Cang's clothes and had just touched his waist when something in the other man's belly kicked him. Seeing him suddenly curl up on the bed, trembling in pain, Lian Yue finally remembered to take his pulse. The pulse was smooth and flowing, like beads rolling on a plate. It was unmistakably a pregnancy pulse. The man he had never even touched was carrying another man's bastard. Lian Yue gritted his back teeth. “Whose is it?” Yao Cang stared at him in silence. Unable to get an answer, Lian Yue flew into a rage and swore to tear the seed-giver limb from limb. -- Yao Cang never expected the beloved disciple he had raised to drug him, pin him to the bed, and take him all night. Furious, he still couldn't bring himself to kill the love of his previous life. Afterward, he gave him a thorough beating, but the little bastard seemed to have been hit hard enough to forget everything about that chaotic night. He had planned to let things slide and pretend nothing happened, but a strange thing had been left in his belly. He couldn't get rid of it, and it craved Lian Yue's spiritual energy. Without it, it tormented him endlessly. He treated his disciple coldly from then on, but the young man had a temper of his own. He cried and ranted at Yao Cang, talking about being a substitute and having loved in vain. After a fit of madness, he ran away in the middle of the night. For a hundred years, there was no word of him. When news finally came, he had become the Demon Sovereign, proclaiming that he would slaughter the mortal world and that Yao Cang would be his first target. The thing in his belly had tormented him for too long, and he was no match for his former disciple anymore. But he didn't want to die, either. After thinking it over, he decided to go to Lian Yue himself and offer to make peace. PS: A fake pregnancy, no actual baby Theme: A sweet romance