My Disciple Is Both Flirtatious and Wild

(Bottom, master-disciple, older top; the cover uses the original title) In the twelve provinces of Quqing stands the city of Qiyin, whose residents are all wicked criminals, deserving of death. Rumor has it that the city's lord is a violent, capricious tyrant. The day he leaves the city, the immortal sects will be thrown into chaos. Everyone waited with bated breath for Sword Venerable Xie Qinghan to emerge from seclusion, believing at last someone could deal with this menace. But after years in seclusion following his beloved disciple's death, Xie Qinghan finally emerged, only to take in a disciple with no spiritual power and mediocre talents. He taught him devotedly every day and refused to leave his side. Except... Where no one could see, the Sword Venerable's new disciple was kneeling before him, his chin clamped tightly in Xie Qinghan's grip. Xie Qinghan gazed at the beloved disciple he had lost and regained, his voice low: "My dear disciple..." "Should I call you A Min, or... the Lord of Qiyin City, Yu Jimin?" Yu Jimin only smiled as if it meant nothing. He grabbed Xie Qinghan by the lapels and kissed him fiercely, his voice sweet and intimate, like a lover's whisper: "Naturally... whatever my master prefers." A mad, wanton bottom disciple x a composed, controlling master top The blurb above is for this novel Completed master-disciple, older-top novels: My Master Is Also Going Berserk Today and Falling Into My Master's Arms. Check them out in my author profile. Coming soon: My Master Seems to Be Quite Ill Blurb for the upcoming novel [Master-disciple, older top] "Never provoke Wen Yan, that little madman." Everyone who made it out of the Demon Realm alive said the same. In their eyes, Wen Yan, former young lord of the Demon Realm and its current Demon Lord, had nothing but a pretty face. He looked harmless and naïve, yet countless people had met their end at his hands. In the past, Wen Yan would tug at the wide sleeve of the person beside him, his clear eyes innocent yet cruel. Still, he would choke back tears and whisper, "Master, they all say I'm not quite right in the head." "How could that be? They're all talking nonsense." The man would calmly lower his eyes, take his disciple's slender wrist, and kiss the bright red bloodstains from his pale fingers, as if admiring his most beloved masterpiece. Later, Wen Yan plunged a sword into his master's heart, and the man vanished from his life. Until one day Wen Yan woke every morning to mysterious finger marks and bruises on his body, just like the astonishingly intense possessiveness of his master. #My Master Doesn't Seem Quite Right #Neither Do I Also known as #Between These Two Master and Disciple, There Isn't Half a Normal Person# Sex first, love later Two villainous master and disciple, older top An intermittently unhinged little madman x a stable, major pervert Theme: Treat others sincerely