Flawed Bones

Wuxie, a ferocious creature born for the Yujing Kingdom. Those transformed by its toxins possessed powers far beyond anything an ordinary person could match.

And so territory after territory was conquered, until only two words remained beneath the heavens: Yujing.

But Wuxie was savage beyond measure. After the new dynasty was founded and the realm united, only a handful of those tempered by it survived.

The brutal poison surged through their veins. No medicine could help; all they could do was suppress the backlash of their transformations.

To soothe the poison's burning effects, the royal family deliberately bred a certain kind of person.

Wuxie Lanlan was born to be a vessel for enduring the poison's fire.

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It was the emperor's first time entering that mountain. Snow blanketed the slopes, and a body lay motionless upon the deep snow.

He wore nothing but a thin, plain white robe and lay there with his eyes gently closed, as if he couldn't feel the cold. Snow fell endlessly from the sky. The emperor approached, and saw a face as white as jade, radiating boundless tenderness and loneliness. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

A pity he couldn't see his eyes.

The emperor bent down, unable to resist reaching toward the closed eyes. Before he could touch them, they opened.

The person had pale pink eyes, tinged faintly with red. They weren't deep, just light, and... captivating.

The emperor said nothing, nor did he withdraw his hand.

To his surprise, such a stunning face, beautiful enough to bewitch anyone, was radiant without being sharp, gentle to the core without showing any weakness.

The person propped himself up and tilted his head back. A small shift of his shoulders revealed skin lying in the snow, whiter than the snow itself... He made no attempt to hide his beauty, yet was utterly docile.

"Are you His Majesty...?" The person smiled softly and obediently curled his hand around the emperor's. "You can do whatever you want to me."

Restlessness burned in the emperor's dark eyes. He caught the barefoot person as he recklessly rushed closer, then forcefully suppressed the agitation within him. At last, he spoke. "What is your name?"

Wuxie gasped. "...Wuxie Lanlan."

The poison had made the emperor's voice hoarse. Unable to release the tension within him, he murmured, "...Alan."

"Alan."

"Are you afraid of pain?"

The snow-covered mountain was frozen, white and deathly still, but vivid red plum blossoms quivered wildly on the branches, full of life.

Even with tears running down his face, Wuxie could still manage a soul-stealing smile. It was faint, but it struck straight at the heart. He spoke haltingly: "I'm not afraid... I... like... pain."

He was their antidote, and pain was his solace. That was why Wuxie favored the sensation of pain.

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● Dark, niche kinks, an irresistible bottom!

● The tops include the emperor, a general, and the crown prince. All are devoted and faithful. Others to be determined.

Theme: Beautiful things deserve to be cherished, uplifted, and preserved forever...