Don't Come Any Closer!

Lu Ting'an, the senior disciple of the xx Sect, is upright, warmhearted, and as radiant as the moon. The only stain on his life is the grudge he formed with his junior disciple Ying Zhao when they were young. They have been at each other's throats for years, constantly undermining and sabotaging one another.

One day, the senior disciple is badly wounded in an accident, and his junior disciple stumbles upon him. Without hesitation, the junior disciple delivers another stab. The senior disciple is so furious he nearly faints on the spot. As he teeters on the brink of death, he decides to do one last thing to disgust his junior disciple verbally, and gives him a smile.

"You know, Junior Brother? I've wanted to *you for a long time."

"I took you in back then because I wanted to *you to my heart's content one day, chain you up and lock you away, pin you in front of a mirror, and force you to watch yourself spread your legs as a man *s you. I wanted you to submit to me day and night, be *ed until you passed out, and be driven to beg for mercy..."

Looking at his junior disciple's wildly changing expression, the senior disciple was satisfied. He put on a lovestruck look and, while his junior disciple was frozen in shock, kissed him.

"Too bad I'll never get the chance in this life."

"Congratulations, Junior Brother. You won by one move."

It seemed that in the very next moment, the senior disciple came back to life. Fifty years had passed. He was lying in an ice coffin, and someone was stroking his face. Then a familiar voice spoke.

"Senior Brother, I really hate you."

"The thing I regret most is never having defeated you with my own hands, never having carved every last bit of flesh from your body, one cut at a time."

"...But why should you get to say something like that and then die so easily?"

"You know, all these years, whenever I close my eyes, I see you saying those things. Whenever I open them, I see the scenes you described."

His junior disciple leaned close and pressed his cheek affectionately against the senior disciple's. In a tender, loving voice, he murmured, "It's all right. There's just one last step, and then I can wake you up."

"Senior Brother, I can't wait for you to put your words into practice."

The senior disciple, too terrified to move and pretending to be dead: "?"

No, I was only trying to disgust you! Who actually wants to do that?

I'm not interested in men at all. Junior Brother, get a grip!

Don't come any closer!!

Warm, sunny, and all talk but softhearted vs. dark and seriously unhinged

A junior disciple who wants his senior brother to force himself on him, and his hapless senior brother, who'd rather die and shouts, "You can force me to get fucked by a dog, but I will never fuck a dog!"

Blurb dated June 28, 2025

*Someone asked me in a private message on Weibo whether I had borrowed from another work, so let me clarify. This blurb is similar in some ways to Little Banished One's Wind and Moon by Qing Si Zhu Xian. But when I saw that blurb in July 2025, I contacted Teacher Qing Si Zhu Xian right away. I wrote mine on June 28, and Little Banished One's Wind and Moon was written on July 1. Neither of us had seen the other's blurb during that time, and the planned directions of our actual stories are completely different. The overlap is entirely a coincidence. This teacher and I follow each other, so anyone can check and confirm that we really did talk!

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