Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: NSFW

AN: I am back! I had a mental reset and I am excited to continue this journey with you. Thank you for your patience. Love you all, happy reading.

The moon cast a soft, silvery glow through the thin curtains of the small bedroom, illuminating the two figures tangled in the sheets. Han Xin lay on his side, his breath steady, his body relaxed—or so it seemed.

The air was thick with the mingled fragrance of blossoming plumeria and rich sandalwood, which drifted gently from Xiang Yu. It mingled with the warm breeze, wrapping itself around Han Xin like a lover’s embrace.

He lay there in unmoving, feeling the soft silk of the bedding beneath him. The sensation of something warm pressed against his back caused him to take a sharp breath, his heart racing.

Xiang Yu, with his strong arms encircling him, radiated an intensity that set Han Xin’s mind ablaze. The weight of Xiang Yu’s presence was as comforting as it was intoxicating.

Han Xin’s body tensed, betraying him. The heat that crept from his chest to his cheeks, filling his entire being, was both foreign and overwhelming. How could someone exude such an enticing aroma, one that stirred his senses like a long-buried dream?

The warmth pooled in his head, turning thoughts into a hazy cloud, erasing every pang of reason. It felt like he was ensnared by some powerful aphrodisiac, one that rendered him helpless to resist.

On the surface, he appeared calm. However, his muscles had begun to stiffen, a silent tension building as he became acutely aware of the tightness in his pants.

His eyes flickered open, and he glanced down, his heart sinking as he realized he was hard. Again. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time it had happened with Xiang Yu lying beside him.

Han Xin tried to hold back, to will his body to calm, but it was no use. His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, he reached down to gently remove Xiang Yu’s arm from around his waist. He needed space, needed to breathe, needed to deal with this unwanted arousal in private.

But Xiang Yu, though seemingly asleep, was far more alert than Han Xin had assumed. His grip tightened, his arm pulling Han Xin closer, his chest pressing firmly against Han Xin’s back.

"Don’t go," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against Han Xin’s ear. "Stay."

Han Xin froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t thought Xiang Yu was awake. He had thought he could slip away unnoticed, deal with his embarrassment alone. But now, trapped in Xiang Yu’s embrace, he felt a flush creep up his neck, his cheeks burning with shame.

"I—" Han Xin began, his voice cracking as he tried to explain, to come up with an excuse to leave, but Xiang Yu cut him off with a soft chuckle.

"Are you hard?" Xiang Yu asked, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s ear, his tone teasing yet gentle. "I can help you."

Han Xin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his throat dry. He wanted to refuse, to push Xiang Yu away and pretend this hadn’t happened. But Xiang Yu’s grip was firm, his body warm and solid against his, and the press of the man’s groin against his back left no room for denial.

His resistance crumbled, and he shuffled around, his eyes meeting Xiang Yu’s in the dim light. For a moment he didn’t speak, hesitating. After what seemed like an eternity he finally made up his mind.