The Beautiful Furnace Cauldron Is Always Coveted

[Master Top X Disciple Bottom]

Murong Shu has two secrets he cannot tell anyone.

First, he is a natural cauldron.

Second, he was born with bewitching bones.

When the spiritual power suppressing his bewitching bones fails, he becomes an aphrodisiac in human form. Everyone turns into a ravenous wolf, driven by nothing but primal desire.

The renowned senior disciple is like jade and bamboo, gentle and dignified. His skill with talismans can shatter the heavens and sweep away demons.

But in a dilapidated inn, those hands that draw talismans and form seals grip the back of Murong Shu's neck. He tugs up his thin clothes, unable to suppress his desire as he wantonly fondles and toys with him.

"Would anyone do? Do you even know who I am?"

The frail, obedient beauty of a young woman is silent and reserved, but sees Murong Shu as the one person she can rely on for life. She follows close behind him, obeying him in every way and remaining utterly docile.

Yet in a swaying carriage, she smiles as she tears Murong Shu's clothes open, lowering her head to breathe deeply into the hollow of his neck.

"Brother A-Xue, won't you make me hurt a little more?"

The badly wounded man picked up by the roadside is incomparably powerful. Beneath his gilded mask is a face much like that of someone from Murong Shu's past. He teases him now and then, but usually takes good care of him.

In the bedchamber, he pulls Murong Shu's hands over his head with one hand, pinning them to the pillow as he presses his legs firmly together.

"Just take pity on me, A-Xue."

Murong Shu has been pampered until he's delicate and sensitive. Unable to resist, he can only submit, calling for his master with tearful eyes.

Yet every time he seems to be drowning, his cultivation is actually surging.

A natural cauldron can cultivate through a special method, absorbing desire to improve his cultivation. The more desire he receives, the stronger he becomes.

When passion reaches its peak, he can shed his old body, be reborn, and rise like a phoenix.

Wangyi, the Voidrealm Sword Venerable, is the greatest cultivator beneath those who have ascended.

Legend says he is eccentric and moody. His cultivation has clearly reached its utmost limits, yet no one knows why he refuses to ascend.

Only Wangyi himself knows the reason: he cannot let go of his only little disciple, Murong Shu.

He indulges and cherishes him, laying before him the finest treasures of heaven and earth. All he wants is for Murong Shu to smile often and tug at his sleeve, softly calling him "Master."

But one day, the disciple he has cherished for years suddenly tells him he wants to cultivate with someone else.

His blood and spiritual energy surge, and dark tribulation clouds gather overhead.

He has no choice but to enter a small world and go into seclusion.

Several days later, after suppressing his cultivation and emerging from seclusion to find his disciple, he discovers a man who looks exactly like him pressing Murong Shu down and groping him.

That day, the long-silent Yuhua Sword rings out. The heavens crumble, sand and stones fly, and the river runs dry.

tips:

1. Master top rules!

2. I don't want to add more content warnings, QAQ.

3. Please, won't you take a look at my upcoming novels? Pretty please~

Upcoming novel 1: "After the Parasitic Vine Was Abandoned" 1v2

Fragile, married parasitic vine X sick, possessive control freak and sadistic, smiling snake

Ruan Tangqing is the caged songbird Zhou Yichuan keeps in his opulent prison, a parasitic vine that lives by clinging to another.

For ten years, Ruan Tangqing has been a flower belonging solely to Zhou Yichuan, with the tiny thorns on its stem, its thick, soft petals, its rich fragrance...

Everything about him is exactly the way Zhou Yichuan likes.

Zhou Yichuan raised him, and all he knows how to do is act weak and ingratiate himself. Without Zhou Yichuan, he can barely survive in the muck.

But Zhou Yichuan doesn't want him anymore.

Ruan Tangqing kneels at Zhou Yichuan's feet and looks up, tears gathering at his chin and soaking his collar. He trembles, his soft cheek pressed against Zhou Yichuan's knee. His words stumble over one another, and he's clearly falling apart.

He looks just as pitiful as he did when his family abandoned him ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Zhou Yichuan took him home. Ten years later, Zhou Yichuan abandoned him.

The man kicks him aside and walks away without looking back.

*

When Ruan Tangqing meets Song Sili, a rich young man is gripping his chin and forcing him to drink. The liquor spills over his face before he can swallow it.

Song Sili smiles faintly, takes the bottle away, and asks Ruan Tangqing, "Want to leave?"

Ruan Tangqing nods, his head spinning.

He thinks he'll get a moment's respite from the pack of wolves around him, never expecting to fall into an even deeper abyss.

*

Zhou Yichuan was born at the very top of the pyramid. The only thing he regrets is Ruan Tangqing.

One afternoon, he kicks open the door. The overpowering scent of gardenias floods his mind. Ruan Tangqing is nestled limply in a man's arms. Startled, he sits up slightly, and the thin blanket slips down, revealing a few glaring red marks.

Ruan Tangqing looks at him, apparently still lost in the afterglow, and says gently, "What brings you here?"

Zhou Yichuan's eyes nearly pop out of his head. He looks ready to kill.

The man on the bed looks at him, one hand locked around Ruan Tangqing, and gives him a satisfied, taunting smile.

Ruan Tangqing is a good person. Neither of them deserves to have him all to themselves.

Upcoming novel 2: "He Bewitched the Gods"

A dangerously unhinged, universally adored bottom toys with the gods as if they were putty in his hands.

The gods' darling? No. He wants to become a god.

Thesis: Don't judge people by their looks alone. Their inner character matters most