Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345: Dinner with the family

Han Xin watched as Xiang Yu walked away, his hand rising instinctively to stop him, only to fall back to his side. He took a deep breath, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to regain control. When he opened his eyes, he glanced down at the bulge in his pants, a clear indication of his arousal. Xiang Yu had ignited a fire within him and fled without taking responsibility.

With a click of his tongue, Han Xin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He picked up the bottle of the chilled sports drink that Xiang Yu had left for him. If this was Xiang Yu’s apology then it was a good start. Han Xin twisted the cap open and took a long sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, dousing the fire that Xiang Yu had started.

As the chill spread through his body, Han Xin’s mind began to clear, but the memories of Xiang Yu’s scent and touch remained, lingering like a haunting melody. He knew that this encounter was just the beginning. The events of that night would surely repeat again, but this time, he would be pressing the crown prince down on the bed.

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Xiang Yu staggered out of the private room and found that the passageway was empty with only a few cadets in the distance. He tried to regain his composure grateful that there was no one to witness this otherwise the news would be all over StarNet within the hour.

The air felt stifling, suffused with an intensity that matched the turmoil inside him. He could still feel the remnants of Han Xin’s presence lingering, an unyielding force that tugged at him, igniting a chaotic force of emotions he struggled to contain. His pulse raced, and each heartbeat seemed to echo the frustration thrumming through his veins.

Desperation clawed at him as he slipped into the next available private locker room, the door locking shut with a soft click that momentarily shielded him from the outside world. Inside, the space was dimly lit, the faint scent of cedar mingling with the sterile sterility of the surroundings.

The walls felt too close, closing in around him, amplifying the sensations that overwhelmed him. He leaned against the cold, hard surface, desperately seeking solace, but instead found only a rising tide of discomfort.

His body was aflame, every nerve ending alight with an insatiable craving that twisted in his gut. Despite Han Xin’s apparent restraint, the absence of his pheromones had created a vacuum that pulled at him, leaving his gland feeling swollen and itchy, a raw reminder that he needed Han Xin’s pheromones to survive. "Tsk, why is he so stingy?" he muttered under his breath, the words escaping like an exhale of pent-up frustration.

Han Xin could have spared a fraction of his pheromones even a mere hint, but instead, he had chosen to hold back, leaving Xiang Yu to grapple with the consequences. Xiang Yu had already forgotten that he had been given a choice and he had chosen to use the medicine instead.

With trembling hands, he fished out the auto injector that the steward had prepared for him, the cool material a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin.