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"Wukong, I need you to help get me pregnant again."

Wukong sat in front of Ao Cunxin, dumbfounded. Out of all the things he would hear today, that was not what he was expecting.

Under the pavilion they both sat under was quiet and the only ones around them were Cunxin's handmaids. This little "date" that she suddenly planned for the both of them caught him a little off guard. The only time the two ever sat down to talk privately was when they were talking about the kids or-

"I-I-I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Wukong asked, cleaning his ears to make sure he heard her correctly. "You heard me the first time." Cunxin sighed. "I need you to...excite Erlang again so we can have another child."

Wukong leaned back in his seat, propping his forehead between his index finger and thumb. Shaking his head, he agitatedly tapped his other index finger against the table filled with snacks and tea. And coffee, because Cunxin drank it as she breathed. Her doctor warned her to drink a lot of water or else she was going to wind up with kidney stones. "Cunxin, what brought this on?" Wukong exhaled.

Cunxin placed her forearms on the table and intertwined her fingers. Normally, she, no matter where she was, kept her poise and posture. But when she was around him or Xingjun she lowered her facade. "It was brought to my attention that the royal lineage has only a few heirs. It is necessary that we extend the line to make sure that the future of the Celestial Realm is guaranteed-"

"You want another kid because you got the urge." Wukong quickly retorted. "It's been keeping me up for months now." Cunxin rubbed her temples with the pads of her fingers. "I would've assumed it was all those cups of coffee you guzzle down." Wukong wryly says. Cunxin waives his sarcastic words away. "Oh please. I'm part dragon and Celestial. It's going to take more than a couple of cups of caffeine to sincerely affect me." She slowly inhales and quickly exhales. "No. What's been interrupting my sleep is this fever to carry again. It flares like an inferno whenever I see Tsui with your children." She leans back in her seat. "I see how happy Xingjun and Erlang were when Jidu was born. Tsui was happy as well. But they're just his half-siblings. He does see and believe his half-siblings are truly his family. But I want to provide more to our family. Me and him look how Xingjun and Jidu have a large family to rely on and make new memories with. Tsui is beloved by my family, but he's an only child. I want another child because I truly want more children and I want to give Tsui more siblings to grow with."

Wukong lowered his gaze to look at the tea sitting in front of him. Awkward after Cunxin's... heartfelt confession, he sighs.

"I understand what you're saying, Cunxin." Wukong purses his lip and pops them before speaking again. "But there's just one problem."

"A problem?" Cunxin raised a skeptical brow at him.

"I don't think...Jian wants to try having a kid with you again." Wukong hesitantly responds. Cunxin rears back in disbelief. "Excuse me?"

"It's not you... Per se," Wukong quickly amends. "It's just that..." Wukong exhales, his shoulders sag. He avoids her gaze with a blush on his cheeks. She looks at him oddly at the sudden flustered expression. "He made it clear he wasn't comfortable the first time you and him had sex."

The handmaids looked at each other confused. Blushing and fidgeting nervously, questioning if they should be hearing this.

"How so?" Cunxin asks.

Wukong hesitated but decided just to outright say it. "He slept with me for an entire week."

Cunxin and her maids gave him a perplexed expression. "Doesn't...he always do that?" She says confused.

"No. I mean, he 'slept' with me for an entire week." Wukong emphasizes slept. "And any free time he had, he came to my room for a quickie."

Years ago, the night after Cunxin and Erlang's official consummation after two years of marriage.

"Jian?" Wukong rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he hears Erlang burst into his room. "What are you doing here? It's not even daylight yet." Wukong yawns, stretching his back before slowly drifting back to sleep.

Erlang gave him a look that looked like he was holding something in and was checking if it was safe to...let go. He noticed how he gave a quick glance to Xingjun, who was sleeping peacefully in her crib, then back to him.

"I was just...wondering how you were doing," He lowly and hesitantly says. Wukong groans in annoyance, turning his back to Erlang as he tries to go to sleep again. "Isn't it a little too early to be wondering that?"

Erlang just hums.

Wukong's skin prickles as Erlang strides up to his bed, looming over him. "How have you been, Shi Hou?" Erlang softly asks. "I told you I'm fine." He grumbles. "Now, let me sleep. Xingjun didn't want to go to sleep till late last night. I'm tired."

"...Is she deep asleep now, then?"

"Mm-hmm. I took a shower with the door open and even accidentally dropped an empty shampoo bottle, and she still didn't wake up. She's koncked out." Wukong deeply exhaled. "Now, let me sleep already!"

Wukong hears Erlang grumble annoyed. "Well, unlike you, I'm having trouble sleeping."

"Go to Lao Tzu for a sleeping pill, then. Or drink some chamomile tea, I don't care. Just Let. Me. Sleep!!" Wukong growls. He tucks his blanket under his chin and squirms further into his bed to try to fall asleep again. "I don't like using substances for something as simple as sleep. I'm just filled with...unnecessary energy that I need to release," Erlang argued. "Then go to the practice field and let off some steam. JUST LET ME SLEEP-!!" Wukong hisses. Erlang groans impatiently.

Wukong's eyelids shoot open as he feels Erlang shove him further into the bed as he crawls in with him. "What the-!?"

"All I need is a little assistance," Erlang asks, lips and breath close to Wukong's ear. Wukong looks at him with an expression of confused shock. He knew his husband was an energetic man. He just didn't think he ever needed his help for such a thing.

Owlishly blinking and scoffing in disbelief, Wukong just turned back to fall asleep. "I don't know what you want me to do. I'm tired and I don't have the stamina that you have."

"You don't need to do much." Erlang breathes next to Wukong's cheek. The warm breath sends a tingle through his body. "Just lie here and...let me release some energy."

"What exactly does me being still in bed help you release-?"

The words get caught in his throat when Erlang's hand snaked down his hip, past his thigh, and pressed against his crotch. "Er...Erlang?" He mutters in confusion. Erlang rubs his cheek against Wukong's, humming in satisfaction when he feels the body under him twitch and squirm. "What are you doing?" Wukong asked, airy and nervous. He mewled when the hand snuck past the opening of his night robe and slipped past, squeezing and kneading his flesh. A broken moan escaped when Erlang's hand slid in between his buttocks, fingers slithering past his flesh lips and inside his cunt. "Erlang~!" Wukong moaned, bucking his hips to further get friction from the fingers. Erlang breathed hot and heavy next to Wukong's ear. The little squeaks and gasps excite him, making his blood pump faster, the energy that was already about to boil over threatening to spark free and pump into Wukong.

"Nngh-!" Wukong grits his teeth. Erlang's other hand slipped under Wukong, tugging the end of his robe, planting his hand on the exposed pec, deeply massaging the muscles, pinching his nipple every so often. Wukong can't help but release a high-pitched, broken gasp. His consort was trapped in his arms, free for him to grope and fondle his flesh.

Wukong bit his bottom lip, pinching his eyes closed the faster the fingers digging in his cunt stretch and drag. He reached behind him and gripped Erlang's waist. "Aah-! Erlang! Why are you doing this!?" Wukong begged, pitched and desperate. "What if we wake up Xingjun?"

"You said she was deep asleep." Erlang, with a huskier tone, reminds him. Licking the shell of Wukong's ear, gently biting the tip of his pointy ear. "Make as much noise as you want. Release all your sounds of need and want." He breathes behind his ear.

Wukong still held himself back. Releasing only squeaks and quiet gasps. He grips Erlang's wrists, his body writhes and bucks the longer Erlang toys with his sex. Wukong took a deep breath as the sound of his sex further getting wet filled the room. Erlang pushes Wukong so his chest was pressed against the mattress, lying on top of him, digging his finger harder in his partner's sex.

The fingers inside Wukong's sex oscillate at a faster and rougher pace. The bed creaks and rocks from the sheer forces of their movement. Wukong's clawed fingers clenched the bed sheets, his toes curled the tighter his core tightened in his lower belly.

"Erlang...!" Wukong whines. "I'm...I'm...!"

"Go ahead," Erlang growled. "Let go."

Wukong released his yell of ecstasy. Gasping and mewling as he rode his high. His cunt clenched as more of his come slides out.

Wukong sighs as he calms down. Exhaling, he relaxes as he starts to drift back to sleep. His eyes spring open when his ears catch the sound of Erlang's belt being unbuckled. Slowly, he looks over his shoulder to witness what his oversexed "husband" was planning to do.

"Oh nooo...." Wukong trembled.

He's not one to use those awful, overly detailed and cringeworthy "poems" on sex, where they describe a man's penis as a "mountain", "a tree", "a weapon", or possibly the worst, "a meat stick." But looking at Erlang's cock... It was obvious his "weapon" was ready to spear him like a pig.

Present time.

Cunxin looked at him calmly but with wide eyes. The maids-in-waiting, with red painted cheeks, lean closer to further hear his salacious story. Wukong huffs exhausted, throwing his right leg over his left, adjusting his vest. "He wasn't even subtle about it." He snipped. "Most of the time he would just waltz into my room, tell me to drop trou, and spread 'em."

Cunxin nodded sympathetically. Despite how noble the Celestials like to proclaim they are, as long as they carried emotions, needs, and beliefs that didn't prevent them from reproducing, it was bound to lead to something when tensions got high and emotions clashed.

"And then I would say 'yes, sir' and hours later we'd rest, then start back again when he caught his breath."

Cunxin changed her mind and hoped he and Erlang split their skulls open against the headboard of their bed mid coitus.

"Wukong-!"

"Cunxin, c'mon!" Wukong interrupted, exasperated. "I've tried. I've really tried. But he's stubborn about this. I mean, it's not like you also weren't uncomfortable when you two did it."

"Of course I was uncomfortable," She agreed. "But women have been forced for decades to consummate and carry heir's even when they were against it. This is nothing to me. I was prepared for this ever since I flowered." Wukong couldn't help but nod in agreement. "So, it's easy for me. And despite not being a woman, you also know about the difficulties and prejudices of bearing children."

I mean, she's not wrong, Wukong thought. The bigotry he received when he agreed to have children despite being a man wasn't new to him. During his pillaging years, the Demon King's and Lord's who tried to court him kept referring to him as "the Homemaker" and "Darling."

Those demons went missing after that.

And the day he was titled as Erlang's "Imperial Noble Consort," he considered the Celestial's lucky that his powers were dampened and he was locked away because he would've flown to the Child-Bearing River and forced them to guzzle down the river water just to let them experience how hard it was to carry children.

The pain him and Cunxin shared wasn't surprising.

It was just annoying.

"Yeah, I get." Wukong lamely agreed.

"Exactly. As much as it pains the both of us, we made a commitment. He may also be the Jade Emperor, but he vowed in front of thousands that he would dutifully keep to his promises."

Wukong just sighed. Tapping the tip of his sharp, black nail on the table, agitated. "Cunxin, I-"

"Wukong, please!" Cunxin reached out and clasped his hands. "I truly want this." She pleaded in a voice he would never have thought she would reveal to him. He groaned with discomfort and agony. "Fine, fine! I'll try."

"Thank you." Cunxin slowly released his hands. "But I gotta warn ya, if I do, it's probably going to be months before I can convince him to even think about sleeping with you."

"That's all I ask."

===

Yellow Tusk stares at Wukong, who sat in front of him, nervous and agitated, avoiding his gaze like a child who just spoke his first curse word and was now being punished. "I'm sorry, Wukong. I believe I might have heard you incorrectly. Did you just ask me for advice on how you can excite Erlang Shen enough so he could impregnate his wife?"

"Why do you say it like I'm asking you to keep him down and help me assault him?" Wukong said. "Because, Wukong, what you are asking me to help you with is...is...odd." Yellow Tusk's face scrunched with disgust. "Yellow Tusk, all I'm asking you is to help me, I don't know, figure out how to excite a cisgender man enough to want to produce a baby."

"Wukong, he's your designated husband. Shouldn't you already know this?"

"Of course I do. But he doesn't like women. There has to be a way to convince him to sleep with Cunxin."

"Wukong." Yellow Tusk pinched his eyes closed, removing his glasses with obvious impatience, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You're asking for the impossible. You can't change someone's sexual preferences."

"I know that, too! But Cunxin is desperate. She wants another kid, but getting Erlang excited enough to forget he's sleeping with a woman is like taking a celibate monk to a brothel. I should know, I did that."

Yellow Tusk gives him a double-take.

"It was during my pilgrimage. Me and my brothers were being chased by a squadron sent by the king of a kingdom we were staying in. Zhu Baije, like the sex crazed pig he was, tried to sleep with the king's daughter. She told her father, and we had to book it." Wukong revealed.

Yellow Tusk was starting to understand why Wukong was so irritable when they saw each other again during his pilgrimage.

"As we were running away, we, because despite how much they'll deny it, were cursed by the gods and caught the attention of a local demon lord, too. He heard about our pilgrimage and my master, so he tried to stop us and eat my master. We couldn't stop or else the humans would have caught us, so we were forced to lie low for a couple of days. Luckily enough, there was a brothel just outside the city for the soldiers. We asked them if they could hide us, and they were surprisingly willing."

Yellow Tusk wonders why this part of Wukong's pilgrimage wasn't in his legend.

"It would've been fun if they didn't keep flirting with my master and I had to keep threatening Zhu Baije to keep it in his pants because if I found out he knocked up even one of the ladies, I would've ripped his dick off." Wukong took a spoonful of his pint of peach ice cream and plopped it in his mouth, chewing and tasting the sweet treat before continuing. "Not surprisingly, they were very educated in the art of sex. Like, did you know that the average time for sex between two people is only seven minutes? It made me wonder if Erlang takes some kind of supplements or drinks to, you know, make him go longer. I found out he doesn't take anything. I asked the ladies what was the reason then. They said religious men just have that much pent-up energy."

Yellow Tusk realized why this part of Wukong's pilgrimage wasn't part of the legend.

"By the skies..." Yellow Tusk mutters.

"I know. I would've thought that energy would be gone by now, but I guess he just holds in a lot. I mean, look at what he did to me. My powers dampened a little, and he knocked me up on the first try." Wukong crudely chuckled. "He was holding in, like, a lot. And he pumped it straight into my-"

"Wukong!!" Yellow Tusk loudly interrupted him. "Please! I do not want to hear more of your...escapades."

"Sorry." Wukong taps the ice scream tub with his spoon. The rhythmic soft tapping steadies his turbulent thoughts. "My point is that I need help to do the impossible."

Yellow Tusk exhales. "Wukong, listen. What you are already asking of me is... Incongruous?" Yellow Tusk had trouble titling his current struggles. "How is this odd?" Wukong asks.

Yellow Tusk places his spoon inside his ice scream pint of banana white chocolate ice cream. "It is odd, because you're basically asking me to help you and the new Jade Emperor, because we killed the previous one, 'impregnate' the new Jade Empress of the Celestial Realm that we almost destroyed, and to lengthen the line of the new Jade Emperor, who, at one point, was our enemy."

"I thought you said you were at peace with your situation."

"I am. But this is...new. The idea of tricking the Jade Emperor to impregnate his wife is very...morally questionable."

"He'll know about this!"

"When?"

"...Hopefully, when Cunxin is successfully pregnant with his new heir." Wukong avoided his pointed look. Yellow Tusk quietly groans in discomfort. "Come on, Yellow Tusk," Wukong begged. "Isn't there some way that Cunxin can get knocked up?"

"There is only one other way that I can think of that doesn't require drinking water from the Child-Bearing river."

"What's that?"

"Artificial Insemination."

"What in the world is that?"

"It is a process where a woman is impregnated using her chosen man's...specimen, insert it into a specific device, then, inserting the specimen into the uterus and leave it there until the uterus properly accepts the specimen."

"Okay, then why don't we use that method?"

"Three reasons. One, can you tell me for certain that the conservative Celestial Realm will accept such a modern and mechanical way of conception?"

Wukong exhaled. "Probably not."

"Exactly. Second, the guaranteed percentage she would be a hundred percent impregnated using this method is abysmally low."

"How low?" Wukong sweats.

"Ten percent low."

"Great." Wukong huffed. Shaking his head, he asks his other question, "And what's the last reason?"

"It's a method mainly used for cattle."

Oh, is all Wukong thought. "I believe the Celestial Realm, especially the Jade Empress, would find this method barbaric and insulting at best, despite how modern it is now." Yellow Tusk continued to explain.

Wukong releases a long and annoyed groan, dragging his palms down his face. "Then what can we do?"

"I truly don't know. If you were able to seduce him enough to consider sleeping with Cunxin, why not do it again?"

"Because after I did, he came back so grossed out, he wouldn't let me sleep for a whole week!"

Why do I keep asking? Yellow Tusk reprimanded himself.

"For hours all night, we fucked. When I was taking a shower, we fucked. For pete sake, when he got a thirty-minute break, we fucked." Yellow Tusk shook his head. "It freaked him out, Yellow Tusk."

"But why did he do it then if it would affect him so psychologically?"

Wukong huffed through his nose, his eyes morose. "Because he felt it was his duty."

Yellow Tusk felt...conflicted after the admission. "His duty?"

Wukong nodded. "After taking the role, he felt that he had to keep to his duty, no matter how it went against his beliefs. He, willingly, chose to be the Jade Emperor. He made me his Consort. And he chose Cunxin as his legal wife. He made all of these choices, so he needed to suffer the consequences." Wukong said, his heated voice weakening at the end. "He's sacrificed a lot, Yellow Tusk. Much more than he ever has."

Yellow Tusk didn't really want to humanize Erlang Shen.

He is a god of "justice" who sided with injustice. A man who, with a troubled past that still troubled him dearly, sided with the people who gave him that pain. That trauma. He blindly, with no question, took his infamous three-pronged spear and stabbed his "justice" to those his masters deemed unworthy. A god who let himself be controlled like a dog. A god who has the power to make his same masters tremble in fear. There is freedom in death and living in chains. And he chose the chains. In the end, he was like every other "god," mortal and fearful of oblivion.

So to hear he is in such a...simple but life-changing dilemma, it conflicted with his previous image of him. A man he thought so heartless, loved his paramour so much, cheating on him felt like death. A man who supported strict judgment sacrificed his freedom for the sake of others.

His views were skewed, at best. Simple and to the point.

It seems those views are cleaned every day by reality.

"If that is the case, Wukong, I would suggest a professional for this situation." Yellow Tusk calmly advises. Wukong looks back at Yellow Tusk in confusion. "A specialist? What kind of 'specialist'?"

"An experienced specialist."

Chapter Text

The reflection off the newly buffed, lilac-dark veined porcelain wall tiles softly embraces the hundreds of small, arrayed light bulbs held on the ceiling. The cleaned and polished chandelier emits a warm light that complements the soft background and welcoming environment perfectly. She would hope they would; the cleaning crew gets paid quite a sum to keep this place clean and presentable.

Yin' Er adjusts her makeup before another customer waltzes in. Despite the popularity of the "Moonlit River", only a few are even allowed into such an exclusive club like this. Even government officials have to be invited to get in here. Which is fine, she thought. Compared to the other hostess clubs she's heard of, they were cheap, invited whatever tawdry trash that had a couple of hundred yuan, and had horrible wines that might as well be dog piss mixed with gallons of perfume.

She pops her lips when she manages to finish applying her lip gloss. Gripping the mouse to the computer, she shakes it to wake up the monitor. Not many came by, so she spent her time either on her phone, waiting for a call from the Madam or her unruly husband, who mooched off her wealth, to each their own, she guessed, or adjusted her makeup. A clean and presentable appearance was a must in the "Moonlight River."

She perks when she hears the soft chime of the elevator arriving at the club entrance. Here we go, she prepares herself, packing her makeup and adjusting her pressed and pulled hair. Clearing her throat, she welcomes the new patron, "Welcome to the Moonlit River! How can we serve you tonight?" She plastered her practiced and perfected service smile; her smiling muscles were so strong she could crush diamonds with her teeth.

A quiet breath gets caught in her throat when she spots the new patron who casually strides in.

A grown man who was a man-man; An angled jaw, a sharp but smooth nose, a perfect crew cut with the top swept to the side hairstyle with the most interesting red-orange hair color, a slim but muscled fit, and a crisp, clean two-piece navy blue with white stripes suit and glossy black leather lace-up shoes. Compared to the usual menagerie that wandered here; most who were rich, old men with too much money to spend, wanted to close a deal with a client, or just wanted to get away from their wives because they thought they still had enough charm to "catch a good one", or the worst ones in her opinion, the just as handsome, but bratty, smug, mooching off of daddy's money young men who partied here, this man was money and power personified.

He casually walks up to the counter she sits behind, the heels on his branded shoes echo in the reception room as he walks closer. And before gifting her his glance, he eyes his surroundings with a bored interest. Leaning his forearm against the cover of her desk, she fills with exasperation at the man's haughty action.

Oh great, another pompous, smug bastard, she cursed in her head while keeping her customer service smile.

"I'd like to make an appointment today." He casually asks, his deep voice manages to send a shiver down her spine.

"Do you have an invitation for our establishment?"

"No."

Yin' Er, with years of experience, keeps her composure so she doesn't roll her eyes at the delusional poser in front of her.

"Sir..." She says calmly and condescendingly, her sharp smile smooths to delicately but firmly explain the rules to the very ignorant and deluded man. "Here, in "Moonlit River", we only accept those who have an invitation. When you get accepted by us, along with the hundreds of others who want to join, then you can-"

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there, sweetie." The man chuckles. Yin' Er narrows her eyes at him as she sharpens her gentle smile. "I don't have time for this negotiation crap. So, here's what we're gonna do." Ready for whatever half-assed excuse the man was going to give her, and she's heard thousands, so she'll doubt it'll be anything she hasn't heard before, she slyly reaches out to the hidden emergency button she uses to summon guards to take out these moronic-

"I'm gonna use this." The man slips something out from the inside of the jacket. "And you're gonna give me what I want."

Yin' Er's eyes widen.

In the rugged man's hand was a black card.

An ACTUAL black card.

She loses her smile and her lips curve into a line as she continues to stare at the extremely rare symbol of wealth of power that even the most powerful of politicians have a hard time obtaining. And this random stranger has it. Waiving it in her face like it was just a measly slip of paper.

Her shocked and suspicious stare quickly switches to the man.

He continues to just casually and smugly smirk at her.

It has to be a fake, she thought. She asks for the card with an open palm. He doesn't hesitate and lets it drop in her hand.

Tugging the credit card reading machine toward her, she swipes it expertly and waits for the computer to check its authenticity.

The man fills with pride when the receptionist tenses with even more shock.

===

"All seven of us?!" Aji turns to her boss with disbelief.

All of the girls sitting in the Tier 1 makeup and lounging room turn to the Madam with amazement. "Someone actually managed to procure an appointment with all of us?" Aji places her tube of lipstick back on her vanity desk. She and her friends were relaxing when their boss burst into the room with exciting news.

"Yes!" The Madam shakes her head in excitement. Since she rarely exerted energy, the old woman was sweating profusely, and her caked-on makeup was beginning to melt like hot wax from her aged face. Filled with excitement, she doesn't care if her makeup smears; she uses her pearl-white, silk handkerchief to wipe her sweat. "A client managed to buy not only the Golden King VIP suite, but all of you at once!" She squeaked in glee, bouncing on her feet like a schoolgirl.

They all look at each other with hesitancy.

Buying a date with all of them, AND the most expensive VIP room, was unprecedented. Affording one of them was already difficult for even their most elite clients. Whoever this was must be someone so rich and powerful that it makes them more worried than excited.

"And is he legit?" Yuxiao asks. "Completely!" The Madam nods her head. "His credentials were confirmed, and his identification was verified. He's as rich as he is hypnotically handsome, so be on your best behavior."

"I mean, I guess..." Aji looks around to her friends for confirmation. They nod in agreement. "Let's get ready, then."

Quickly and expertly, they fix their hair, makeup, dresses, and characters. Standing from their seats, they line up and march seductively to the Golden King VIP room. "Keep your back straight. Heads held high. Smile brightly. And make sure to convince him to keep spending as much as he can." The Madam guides them to the suite, ever so often turning back urgently, instructing her girls. "And for god's sake, push out your chests!" She juts out her chest, her extremely large bosom bounces, making the girls worry she might accidentally hit herself.

They all nod, planting their best showman mask.

When they reach the golden door to the suite, the girls stretch a bright smile on their painted lips.

"We apologize for the wait, kind patron!" The Madam, with a sickening sweet tone, announced their presence. "But I'm ready to announce the jewels of the Moonlit River-The Rainbow Maiden's!!" With a sweep of her hands and stepping aside, the Madam lets the girls stride into the room with grandeur.

Aji, Aiyue, Yuxiao, Qiuju, Xiaoyu, Gunijie, and Huilian slide in and array in front of the wealthy client.

Standing in their assigned spot, the girls plant both their hands on their hips and let their beauty impress their client.

But they may have their work cut out for them.

Because said client was an extremely handsome man with a posh and sharp look. He sits on the large black leather couch meant to sit ten at once. His beauty radiated off the man like a divine aura; even his eyes, colored a warm brown, were almost glowing gold. He sat lax, leaning back on the couch, arms swung over the back, and his right leg swung over his left.

The Madam was not kidding about how hypnotizing the client was; they all realized.

"Just like you requested, they will all be here for as long as you want." The Madam claps her hands together. "They can sing, dance, keep up with even the smartest of scholars, and can outdrink even the most experienced of imbibers." She winks at him playfully.

The man doesn't really show much of a reaction, keeping a lazy smile on his chiseled face. The girl's plastered smile twitched with anxiety. Not only was the man handsome, but he also emitted a sense of danger that made their survival instincts crawl.

The Madam quickly realizes the man wants to be left alone with them now. "Once again, we must express our gratitude." She bows. "We hope you have a wonderful time and don't hesitate to ask for more drinks." She straightens, and not waiting for a signal, she scurries out of the room, closing the gold door behind her.

The girls take a deep breath and begin their act.

"We thank you for coming to our most recognized establishment, sir." Aji slides next to the man, pressing herself close to him. Aiyue, Yuxiao, Xiaoyu, and Guijie sit next to him while Qiuju and Huilian, the experienced drinkers and bar tenders, walk to the provided bar for the VIP suite and prepare drinks. "We also want to thank you for spending a considerable amount on us, and we promise to provide you with the best company you have ever had." Aiyue puts on her charm and leans on the man's shoulder, wrapping her arms around his right arm. "Just tell us what you want to do for you today, sir. Like our Madam said, we can provide any kind of service you want." Xiaoyu sweetly adds.

Qiuju and Huilian return with a crystal ice wine bucket. Placing it on the dark glass table in front of the man, putting a martini glass down for each person. With delicacy and precision, they pour a cold drink for everyone.

The man eyes all the girls. His gaze turns to the door. Scrutinizing whether it was really closed and no one could disturb them.

"And if it's another 'show' that you want, kind sir..." Aji leans in, her ruby red lips just a breath away from the man's ear. "There are provided rooms where any one of us can give you a 'happy' ending tonight." She purrs in his ear.

A chilling wave of fear crawls down their back when the man responds with a dark chuckle.

Ignoring the girls and shaking off Aiyue's arms, he reaches for his glass after Qiuju fills his drink first, causing her to freeze with the bottle in her hand. "Actually..." He takes a sip of his drink. Clearing his throat when the acidic drink slides down his throat. "Ugh! I forgot how strong this stuff is." He mutters before sitting back in his seat. "Like I was saying, it's nice that you ladies offer your services, but what I really want is for you to answer a couple of questions for me."

"And what questions would they be, sir?" Aji narrows her eyes at him.

"For one..." He places his glass down on the table. Aji tenses when the brow eye's shine gold. "Why don't we drop the act and speak face-to-face. Demon to demon."

An ominous silence slices through the room.

The fox demonesses froze like prey, locking eyes with a predator.

"Whatever do you mean, sir?" Aji, voice still sweet but blanketed with danger, asks, her back tense, ready to stand and cut the human's neck open. The man continues to smirk, giving a quick glance at her nail's then looks straight into her eyes. "I'm pretty sure you know what I mean."

Like dark wind, they jump away from him when his glamor slides away.

"Sun Wukong?!!" They rasp.

Wukong shakes off his human glamor.

He's rarely used the darn thing. Each disguise felt like wearing a giant overcoat on his body; depending on the disguise, it was either light and flexible or smothering and hefty, like his human disguise. Adjusting his hair, he smirks back at the fox demonesses.

"Yup, that's me!" He makes his shoulders dance. He leans forward, placing his intertwined fingers on his knee. He chuckles deeply at the fox demoness's hostile posture. "Kind of a hostile way to entertain a 'client,' isn't it?"

"Why are you here?!" Aji hisses. They all lose some of their glamor; Manicured nails stretch and blacken, their kept and stylized hair bristles like fur, their irises all turn yellow, and their pupils slit. "For dinner. What do you think?" Wukong retorts. They growl at his carefree attitude. "We don't know what you want, but we haven't caused any trouble! The Celestial Realm has no reason to be here."

"And they're not. It's just me."

"You expect us to believe that?"

Wukong rolls his eyes in exasperation. "Look..." He hangs his head, sighing. "I'm not being followed, I'm not here to arrest you or kill you. I just need some...help with something."

The fox demonesses narrow their eyes skeptically at him.

Wukong throws his hand up in annoyance. "I swear, I'm not here to hurt you! I just need help."

"Why do you need our help specifically? Can't you ask another demon for whatever the hell your problem is?" Guijie asks. They all flinch when Wukong...blushes? "This problem needs...specific knowledge." He struggles to detail his particular problem.

"Um... And what is this problem exactly?" Huilian asks, confused. They rear back in surprise when Wukong squirms and hunches in on himself. "I...I..." He swallows. "I...need help...I need help...S...Se..." He murmurs at the end. "Huh?" The fox demonesses lean closer to hear him better. He murmurs again. "What did you-?"

"I NEED HELP SEDUCING MY HUSBAND!!" He loudly reveals.

The once deadly, tense atmosphere is now awkward.

The fox demons look at each other with utter confusion, shock, and hesitancy.

"W...What?" Aji asks with a crack in her voice. Wukong leaned forward until he was hugging his thighs, muffling his groans of embarrassment. "I'm not gonna repeat it." He pathetically threatens through his clothes.

They all don't really know how to respond to such a "unique" situation.

Still paranoid, they lower a smidgen of their guard, giving a peek at the door to see if they could still run for their life, but also consider if this was all some test.

"You want us to...help you learn how to seduce your husband?"

"Your husband, Erlang Shen, the god of water, justice, engineering, and so much more?"

"Your husband, the new and powerful Jade Emperor?"

"The same Jade Emperor who was willing to start a war just to get you back from that disease called the Thrall?"

Wukong swiftly raises his head, a blush over his shocked expression. "How the hell do you know about that?!"

"Are you joking, Sun Wukong? Who hasn't heard of that lunatic's attempt to usurp the Celestial Realm?"

"And! How the Jade Emperor used all the power in his hands, just to get you back, cementing your position as the most precious of jewels in his life."

Wukong covers the lower part of his face the longer the fox demons all but reveal the glorified tale between him and the Thrall. He squirms when a warm feeling fills his body, his burning cheeks make him tingle, and he hunches in on himself like a flustered princess. The fox demonesses all owlishly blink in surprise at the flustered appearance of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. "Can we please just get back to the main subject?" Wukong attempts to divert back to his main question. "Can you help me seduce him, yes or no?"

Thoroughly confused, the foxes bring in their vague fox characteristics, huddling together to figure out what they should do.

"Are you serious?" Aji asks, throwing away her prim posture and leans on her right leg, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes, I'm serious!" Wukong fervently defends. "You guys are masters in the art of seduction. I need an expert's opinion."

"Why didn't you ask some Spider Demons? They have experience with seducing men, too."

"No! They use cheap tricks like poison and predictable glamor to catch their prey. I need help..." Saying that particular syllable felt like a stab to his ego. "From the experts when it comes to flirting."

"How did you even hear about us?" Qiuju asks, peeking over Aji. "Who hasn't heard of you? You seven are one of the most popular hostesses in multiple cities. You don't rely on drugs, potions, or illusions. Just skill and personal glamor on yourselves."

They felt a sense of pride that the Trickster God, a god who was also infamous for changing his appearance, considered a few fox demons more knowledgeable than him.

"Look, if it's money, I've got plenty." He offers. "That's not the problem, although it does bring up questions, like how in the hell can you even afford all of this?" Aji motions to the entire room. Wukong scoffs. "'Cause I'm me." He plainly and smugly responds. They want to roll their eyes but just shake their heads, not being able to deny the utterly simple answer.

"Whatever. The main problem is: why should we believe you? For all we know, this is some trap. We give you some tips, and suddenly, foot soldiers barge in and exorcise us!!"

"No one came with me!" Wukong yells. He breathes in deeply to calm himself. "What can I do to prove that none of this is some trap?"

The fox demons turn to each other, giving their request with a single nod. "Provide us with perfume that can cover our scent."

"A perfume?"

"Yes. Even with our glamor, divine beasts and other demons with strong senses can detect us. Our glamor's are perfect, but it's our scent that reveals us. Make a perfume and we'll believe you."

Wukong slowly exhales. "Fine."

The fox demons instinctively raise their claws to defend themselves when Wukong pulls out some hairs. They lower them when said hair's turns into multiple straw baskets filled with amethyst crystal perfume bottles with a hand pump. They stare in awe at the creation.

"Here. A supply that'll last for three years. Spray yourself with one spritz once a week and you should be practically invisible."

Hesitantly, Aji steps closer, her high heels ringing through the room. She reaches slowly toward the basket and takes a bottle. Examining it, she turns the spray nozzle towards her and pumps the nozzle. "Can you smell me?" She turns to her company. Guijie leans close and takes a sniff. "No. I can't smell anything."

They all perk up.

"Alright." Aji and her sisters turn to Wukong. "We'll help you."

Finally gaining their trust, Wukong and the foxes relax in the suite and start to talk. Before, though, they pour themselves a drink to soothe their startled nerves. The salacious atmosphere meant to entice relaxation and romancing, dwindled to a typical hangout session in an expensive bar. All of them, including Wukong, took off their shoes to further relax. Some of the girls even lift their legs to sit tucked into the couch. It was obvious this wasn't going to be like their typical appointments, so they took it as their chance to throw their legs up and sit back, mooching off of Wukong as much as they could.

"Okay." Aji exhales after taking a hard swig. "Let's start again: Why do you need our help seducing your husband?"

"Shouldn't you already be an expert?" Yuxiao asks. Wukong pinches his brow in confusion. "How am I the expert?"

"You managed to seduce THE Erlang Shen. One of the greatest feats known in all the three Realms!"

"Seducing him is a suicide mission. Which is why no one, not even the most accomplished seductress, has ever tried." Huilian adds. "It wasn't as hard as people make it out to be," Wukong mutters into his glass. "To you," Xiaoyu says. "But to anyone else, it was a death sentence."

"How did you even manage to do such a feat?" Yuxiao asks, crossing her arms while expertly holding her martini glass. "Well, one, I'm a man." They roll their eyes at his sarcastic response. "Second... I don't know, we talked, or something?"

"We know, we just want to know what were the specifics about him that attracted him to you, besides his obvious good looks, and that led you to start a relationship with him?"

Wukong swirls his drink in his glass as he muses. "Well..." He exhales slowly. "I...honestly don't know." Wukong props his cheek with his right palm. "When I first met him, all I thought was, 'Wow! What a really muscular and handsome man!'"

"You're attracted to physical strength and good looks, then?"

"When you put it like that, it makes me sound like a pretentious ass who only cares about looks," Wukong mutters irritably into his drink. "Sadly for you, that's what it is." Aji defends. Wukong only pouts. "As I was saying, I really wanted to talk to him. But, he didn't want to talk with me."

"Like every other pretentious Celestial." Aiyue insults under her breath.

"Until, one day, me and his pup played around in the fields. He showed up and we started talking." Wukong finishes. "And after that, that's when the whole on and off thing started?" Aji asks. Wukong sighs. "Yeah...."

"Okay, so not a 'Cow Herder and Weaver Girl' type of romance, then." Aji dryly says, taking a small sip of her drink. "Pssh!" Wukong waives away her judgment. "Me and him aren't that passionate."

"Really?" They all raise a skeptical brow at him.

Wukong tenses from their judging gazes. "What?... It's not."

"Au contraire, if it wasn't, you and him wouldn't be recognized as one of the most passionate, 'enemies to lovers', love stories known throughout all the three Realm's," Xiaoyu reveals smugly. Wukong closes his lips before he almost spits out his drink. Through a cough, he says, "HUH?!! Me and *COUGH, COUGH* Jian? Enemies to lovers?!! That's what we're known for!?"

"It makes sense," Aiyue defends. "When two people, from two different parts of life, meet for the first time, when their eyes connect, you know then and there that there's something inside their hearts. An emotion. An emotion so strong that when it collides with the other, it creates a spark, a spark strong enough to raise the flames of desire! Flames that ignite in an uncontrollable frenzy of lust, passion, and ecstasy!" Aiyue passionately proclaims, slowly standing to her feet as she breathes so hard she has to catch her breath from her fiery speech and imagining two of the Realm's strongest warrior's, joining together, their strong, hot bodies, connecting, creating a wave of heat and love so hot, even the coldest of heart's would melt, wishing they could've been their to witness such a sublime, once of a lifetime and erotic spectacle.

Aiyue throws her cold drink on her face to cool down.

She adjusts her dress and hair, swiping a napkin to clean her face as she sits back down. "I'm sorry, where were we?" She clears her throat. Aji leans in to whisper into Wukong's ear. "She writes poetry in her free time," She explains. "Ah." Wukong dryly responds. "But she's not wrong." Aji returns to the point. "Besides his looks and the need for sex, there has to be something that led you two to, you know, get married and have children, let alone get into a relationship in the first place."

...What were those things again? he wondered.

"Uh...." Wukong says with a shaky voice, shamefully avoiding their stunned expressions. "You don't even know what led the two of you to get into a relationship?!" Aji and the girls all said in disbelief. "It was sudden, okay!!" Wukong argues. "I was new to the Celestial Realm, and I had just met him when barely a month went by of working together when I felt these stirrings and urges. I felt like I was a spring blooming peach bud ripened to a dewy fruition, waiting to be plucked by the first handsome man to come my way-!"

"You were looking for some nookie." Aji quickly and dryly translates.

"Exactly."

The foxes all shake their heads in exasperation. Not the heart-clenching love story they were expecting, but it did at least help them understand what they were working with.

"Okay." Aji sighs. "I think we understand what we have to work with, now."

"What you two are describing is a typical 'friend's with benefits' relationship," Yuxiao explains. "Friend's with benefits?" Wukong says with disbelief. "You two only get together when your emotions are at their highest or when you're sexually aroused. Or both, in some cases." Qiuju adds. "Hah-! I doubt that." Wukong argues. "Oh really? Then are you a hundred percent sure that if it wasn't for the sex, neither you nor Erlang Shen would've gotten together?"

They all lean in to put pressure on him to tell the truth.

Embarrassed, Wukong groans in defeat.

"That's what we thought."

"I'm okay if a relationship was purely sexual!" Wukong quickly defends.

"What about Erlang?"

"Him?! He didn't even know what the reverse cowgirl position was."

The foxes all rear back in disbelief. "It can't be?" Huilian says. "He can't be that ignorant about the sexual arts?" She asks again, hoping that one of the most handsome man in all of three Realms, wanted by so many they would sell their firstborn just for a wink, wasn't that much of a virgin. "I had to manually guide him to show where he should put his dick!" Wukong revealed. The foxes had to actually take a moment to process the revelation. "And once, as a joke, I asked him if I could toss his salad, and you know what he said?" They prepare themselves for the reveal. "He said, and I quote, 'No thanks, I already had a fruit salad for lunch.'" Wukong said, insulted and heated.

The foxes all show different reactions of disbelief.

"By the gods...." Aji holds her forehead between her index finger and thumb, shaking her head. "We're going to need another drink." Guijie hoarsely says, standing and going to the bar to grab an armful of wine bottles. "You see my point!?" Wukong loudly says. "Yeah, he's more experienced now, but it's gotten more harder now to see what gets his "weapon" to get up."

"Oooh, I think we understand now." Aji and the other girls look at him with sympathy. Wukong looks at them confused at their sudden piteous expressions. "Wha-? Understand what?" He asks hesitantly. "The reason why you and Erlang Shen are having trouble in the bedroom." Aji leans in and says not so subtly, "He can't get it up, can he?"

Wukong is momentarily stunned by her words. "W-wh-wh-what!?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." She tries to console. "Some men just have a harder time getting erect during sex, but don't worry, there are hundreds of other methods and tools to improve your sex life." She casually takes a sip of her drink. "He's not impotent!" Wukong says with a blush. "Oh, is he a thirty-second-er?" Xiaoyu asks. "No!" He again defends.

"Is he too small?" Qiuju asks. "No, he is definitely not!" Wukong flustered and wryly admitted with a laugh.

"He's not?" They all lean closer to him and ask, "How big is he?"

All Wukong does is lift his right forearm upward, circle his wrist with the middle finger and thumb of his left hand, slide it down, and stop at his elbow.

The fox's gasp. "By the heavens!" They mutter, either taking a sip of their icy drinks or fanning themselves to cool down. "It's not a physical thing." Wukong takes in a deep breath and slowly releases it, lifting his legs to tuck them under his bottom. "I just... I just don't understand how to get him excited."

"You don't understand?"

"Yeah. With a couple of drinks between me and him, a couple of minutes of groping, and I'm ready. Him, I don't know."

"Maybe he needs an emotional connection? Which would be surprising." Yuxiao leans forward, holding herself up by pressing her elbows on her crossed knees. "Surprising? How?" Wukong asks. "Well, in most cases, men, particularly cisgender men, don't really require much of a connection, let alone foreplay, to have sex."

"...Really?"

"She's right." Huilian joins in. "Nearly all of our clients rely on a couple of compliments, and they're ready to go in a matter of seconds."

"But! We do get some who only want to talk about their hardships. They prefer to sit back, drink some bitter or sweet wine, and talk about what's bothering them." Aiyue explains. "Or bitch about their wives." She dryly adds, taking a gulp of her wine. "The point is, some people require different approaches when it comes to exciting them enough to have sex. And it sounds like your husband relies on an emotional connection. Am I right?" Aji asks.

Wukong muses over her question. A particular memory rushes to his head, filling him with a comforting warmth in his chest.

Back thousands of years ago.

"Have you ever been with anyone else, Jian?"

In Wukong's provided room, him and Erlang, after a long round under the sheets, rest naked on his bed just a few hours before dawn. The two decided, despite how groggy they'll be, they'll stay up since it was almost time for the two to get to work. On his stomach, Wukong rested his head on his pillow he hugged against him, and next to him sat Erlang, with only his pants for cover, a leg swinging off the bed, drinking water from a gourd.

"You mean, romantically?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Yeah. You ever been with someone other than me?" Wukong playfully smirked, his complexion still glowing after their lengthy and arduous lovemaking, his cheeks a faint pink from exhaustion and arousal. Erlang avoids his gaze, preferring to stare at the floor and swirl the water in the gourd. "I um, I've never been with anyone else." He quietly admitted.

"Really!?"

"Mm-hmm." He lamely agreed. "You? Mister 'He can outshine even the moon goddess herself, including every single fairy in the Celestial Realm' wasn't ever in a relationship?" Wukong chuckled in disbelief.

Jian grumbles in embarrassment, the growing pink hue on his chiseled cheeks tickling Wukong even more. "I've never deemed it important enough to consider being in a romantic relationship." He defends himself petulantly. Wukong giggles. "I'm not trying to embarrass you. I just find it shocking that such a good-looking guy like you wasn't tempted to, you know..." He brushes the tip of his tail in a circular motion under Erlang's thigh, pressing against his chest. "Tumble with someone. Even with one of the goddesses, even a fairy maiden, you know, to see if you swung both ways."

"No." Erlang firmly argues. "I've never considered joining with any of them."

"Okay." Wukong crawls closer to him, pressing his shoulder against his hip. "What about one of the male gods? A soldier that caught your eye?"

"No." Again, he firmly says. Wukong lets his head sag as he snickers. "I wouldn't blame you if you did. I mean, everyone's shacked up with one person or another."

Erlang's brow pinches, his fingers grip the gourd tighter as he asks, "Have you been with anyone before me?" He asks low and dark.

"Yup!" His casual agreement makes Erlang's heart painfully pinch. "It wasn't anything serious, though." Wukong casually waved away. "It wasn't?" A spark of hope flickered again in Erlang's heart. "Nah!" Wukong props his chin with his palms. "When I was wandering the Mortal Realm, I was training under...a human teacher for a while. During that time, I met some other students who studied with me. I don't even remember his name anymore, but he was a young thing. Not that young, thankfully, but he did scream green horn." He chuckled. "Anyway, we spoke for a while, it wasn't about much; he was searching for a way to improve his skills and learn some spells. Not the brightest either, he looked like the type who preferred fists over words." Wukong crudely chuckles. "But I digress." He flips to his side to face Erlang. "We then hung out for a while, practiced our moves, one thing led to another, and, well, you know the rest."

Erlang did know the rest; he just didn't want to think about his partner's previous lovers.

"You know, that was the first time I ever found out that the clitoris has twice as many nerves as the tip of a penis," Wukong reveals, nonchalantly. Erlang pinches his eyes closed, a blush burns across his face as memories of Wukong screaming in ecstasy after he's eaten him out fill his mind, his pants suddenly feel tighter. "It caught us by surprise when I squirted." Erlang almost choked on the water. "We were grossed out at first. I kept apologizing because I thought I peed on him. But, like I said, he wasn't much of a thinker. He scooped some on his finger and tasted it."

Erlang was starting to get a headache and felt his gag reflex contract.

"Then, I got kicked out, and that was the last I saw of him."

Erlang swiveled his head to stare at him. "That's it?!"

"What, were you expecting, a romance tragedy?"

"No! It's just...I didn't think it was easy for you to...be intimate with other people."

Wukong raised a brow at him. "And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked, intimidation at the edge. "You know what I mean." Erlang scoffed. "I sure hope I do," Wukong muttered. "Intimacy to me...it...it doesn't come naturally for me." Erlang tried to explain. The more he admits, the more he feels like a teenager figuring out how babies are made. "I can't describe it, but if there's no fire there, no spark, it just feels pointless."

Wukong contemplated over Erlang's confession. For one, it was funny that he called sex 'a fire.' He wanted to laugh, but his partner was being vulnerable, and the last thing he wanted was to sound like an ass. Second, to realize how emotionally connected he was very...new to him.

And then it also hit him.

"Are you saying that you have feelings for me, Ah'Jian?" Wukong sweetly croons, a soft and seductive smile on his soft, pink lips. Erlang's annoyed but vulnerable gaze focuses with his. A pout on his lips makes Wukong giggle. "I do. Shi Hou"

Wukong hums in satisfaction. A warm feeling sits in his chest and lower belly. A high that he's rarely felt swims in his head.

Present

A soft and silly smile stretches on Wukong's lips, a warm tingle he knows isn't from the alcohol flows through his body. "Yeah. He...He feels things a lot strongly than I do." He softly admits.

The girls raise a brow at him. Witnessing the most famous and dangerous demon who scared even the oldest of gods, fidgeting and giggling like a schoolgirl in love was a scene they never thought they'd see. Boy, did they have some gossip to tell the other foxes in the city.

"Wait?" A realization hits Wukong like a thunderbolt. He loses his smile when the truth hits him. "D-does...Does that mean that...that-"

"Yes, Sun Wukong. You have to do the one thing that most men are so afraid of doing, going to war is considered easier."

Wukong audibly gulps.

"You have to be..." Aji pauses for dramatic effect. "Emotionally Vulnerable."

He gasps. "My one weakness." Wukong quietly admits, the glass in his hand shakes as he presses his free hand over his palpitating heart. "There's no other way, Sun Wukong. If there's no emotion, you won't get far into the relationship." Aji pats his shoulder. Wukong groans in extreme discomfort and defeat. "I think I'm going to need more of this." He points to the drink in his hand. "Now, there's no need to freak out." Aji tries to calm him down when he chugs one drink, then steals and drinks Yuxiao's drink. "Just find a place you and him feel safe and comfortable, a place where you know you won't feel judged, and express yourselves."

"...M'kay." Wukong weakly agrees. He sighs and droops. "This is gonna be rough." Yuxiao takes her glass back.

"All relationships start off that way, but if you actually try and communicate, you can go even farther and learn how deeply you two feel for each other." Aji softly pats his knee. "And..." She leans in. Her friends lean in as well, a mischievous smile on their ruby red lips. "After that, that's when you can start 'experimenting.'"

Wukong turns his interested gaze back to her. "Experiment how?"

The girls all excitedly join in and give him advice.

"Well, first, using supplements isn't as bad as they sound."

"Especially if they're natural."

"And it's better to use a type of oil. Even when you're sufficiently excited, sometimes lubrication helps make things go faster."

"We also recommend that you bring a type of sweet. Different types of candies can release phenylethylamine, also known as the 'love hormone.'"

"And the environment, the environment always matters when you want to get in the mood."

"And most importantly, above all else-"

"USE FOREPLAY!!" They all say at once. Meanwhile, Wukong rips out two hairs and turns them into a pen and hand sized notebook, scribbling down their advice.

Chapter Text

"Um, Shi Hou? What in the world is all this?" Erlang stares at the cacophony of items splayed about a blanket placed in the middle of the pastures meant for the horses with suspicion and confusion.

Said items, that he can even point out, were: the obvious giant red, white, and pink cotton picnic blanket rolled out, on said "carpet" of a blanket was a gandeer basket, filled with bottles of wine and crystal wine glasses, multiple bowls filled with fruits and two empty bamboo plates, he guessed, were meant for the two, and...

"It's-er, It's um..." Wukong fidgets nervously; he avoids Erlang's confused stare, nibbling his bottom lip and fiddling with his fingers cupped behind him. "U-u-um, t-this is, uh, a-er a...small date thing." He mutters.

"A date?" Erlang asks. "Like, something couples go on or...a date like a professional setting?"

"A-a-a c-couples...things." Wukong forces himself to lift his gaze. Erlang does a double-take when Wukong finally raises his face.

He was wearing makeup. The makeup he used to wear before he worked at the horse tables. Turquoise winged eyeliner with gold eyeliner under, and...is he wearing blush?

What made his mouth dry was the outfit Wukong was also wearing. His favorite outfit, he admitted to Wukong, so he begged him to wear it on special occasions.

A pure silk white, cropped, sleeveless tang with gold trims that hugged his chest nicely and teased his bare abdomen, black wide legged trousers hugging his ankles, simple black and white slippers, with a single vertically hammered gold rectangle earring on his left ear.

He's only seen this outfit once. And he's definitely not going to admit it, but after he saw him in this outfit, he hid in his room and fantazied about holding him in his arms in this outfit and praising him like a god... He also masturbated during, but he is NOT going to tell him that.

"I wanted to, um..." Wukong audibly gulped. "I wanted for us to have a d-date...and stuff."

The two stood there in a what Wukong could guess was shock.

"Y-y-you wanna s-sit down and...talk?" Wukong, with a wobbly smile, asks, the flush on his cheeks blended with the peach mark on his face. "You can sit here!" Wukong awkwardly gestures and motions to one of the empty plates placed in the middle of the blanket. He doesn't really know how to respond; his gaze flits from the blanket to Wukong. "...Okay." He hesitantly agreed. Wukong scuttled to the other side, facing across him.

With a forced smile, Wukong sits on his knees while he sits cross-legged. He sat uncomfortably as Wukong sits in front of him and just stared with his tense smile. "Are you-" Erlang coughed, "Are you going to do something now or-?"

"OH! Right, right!" Wukong flails. He struggles to figure out what to grab first and hand it to him. "U-u-uh!!" Wukong sweats. "He-here!" He shoves a crystal glass in his face. Rearing back, Erlang gently grabs the glass and waits. "Let me see." Wukong reaches for one of the wines in the basket. The wine was in a thin, clear bottle with amber-yellow wine. He watches as Wukong shanks the wine bottle opener into the cork. Wukong grunts in exertion as he struggles to open the wine bottle. Erlang watches with a quizzical look as Wukong fights with the cork of the bottle, his face red from all the strain.

He flinches when Wukong finally opens the bottle with a squawk, falling on his back.

The cork flies to who knows where, and Wukong kicks his feet wildly as he sits up. With a stunned face, he turns back to him while holding the wine bottle and bottle opener. "Do... Do you want some?" He asks tensely. Unsure, he only offers the glass to Wukong.

With some poise, Wukong manages to delicately pour some wine into both their glasses. Swirling the wine, he takes a whiff. "White wine?" He asks. "Yeah." Wukong puts the bottle opener back, fixing his ruined stylized hair that he spent TWO HOURS on. "I know you prefer this one instead of the others." Wukong tucks in on himself as he takes a small sip. He feels a grateful warmth sit in his chest that his husband still remembers, let alone cares about, his preferred alcohol.

Taking a few sips in a finally comfortable silence, Erlang takes in again what Wukong had brought along for their date?

His favorite wine sat in the straw basket, and he could see the end of a rolled up decorative paper shoved at the end. What does he have in their? He cocks his head to peer farther. "Here." He jumps when Wukong shoves a bowl in his face. "Li Zhi and Longan?"

"Mm-hmm. Your favorite." Wukong mutters.

His favorite wine and his favorite fruit? What was he planning? Erlang questions. Taking the bowl with his free hand, he examines how all of the fruit has already been pre-peeled, the jelly-like flesh exposed and ready to be eaten. "Wukong?" He looks back at Wukong, who nestled the wine glass against his chest. "Y-yeah?"

"Why are you doing all of this?" Erlang asks with a raised brow. "You brought me to the middle of the pastures, where not a single steed is seen."

"I got the stable boys to take care of them so we could have the field to ourselves." Wukong quickly explains. "Okay... You then bring us to this...picnic?"

"I thought you liked white wine and longan and li zhi?" Wukong's shoulders tense. "I do. But what is the point of all of this?" Erlang places the bowl down. "We've rarely done something like this, and now suddenly, you're doing some random courtship gesture?"

"I just-I mean, I just thought that we could do something special for once." Wukong lowers his gaze, and the cute flush on his face returns as he hunches in on himself. "We've never really done something like this before."

"Gone on an outing?" He sounds like Shancai, Wukong inwardly chuckles. "We've been on an outing before?"

"We have?" Wukong points his confused gaze at him. Erlang furrows his brow at his careless absentmindedness. Wukong winces at Erlang's upset expression. "Yes," Erlang says with rigidity. "When we walked around the Celestial Realm with Xiaotian Quan and returned to your room for a drink."

Crap! I forgot about that, Wukong sweats.

"O-oh... Y-yeah, I remember now." Wukong stutters. Erlang further frowns at him. I need to bring this back, he panics. "W-well, this could be our second date then." He attempts to amend, anxiously smiling as he lifts his glass for a cheers. "We've already been on a second outing before." Erlang rebuttals, coldly.

FUCK! Wukong further panics.

He swigs back his drink to calm himself. "Why don't we eat some snacks. I know these are your favorites." Wukong struggles to change the subject. "Here." He picks a li zhi between his index finger and thumb. "Try them. I got them fresh."

Obviously still upset, Erlang humors Wukong and takes the li zhi with his lips. As he chews on his fruit, Wukong takes one for himself. They sit again in silence, the atmosphere tense as they continue to eat. Wukong places the bowl down when they finish, contemplating what else he could do to fix everything. "Uuuh." He grabs the bottle again. "You want another drink?" He anxiously grins for Erlang. Irritated, Erlang only answers by offering his empty glass.

Damn! This is not how I wanted it to go, Wukong, with shaking hands, fills Erlang's glass. Erlang leers at Wukong as he avoids his gaze with shame. So far, this "date" feels like it was nothing but a waste of time. He turns his gaze as he would rather focus on what he was going to work on once this bread and circuses is over.

Wukong fills with dread when Erlang looks away from him with disinterest. He wracks his brain to remember what the fox aunties taught him to get the two to open up.

Okay, okay, okay! Don't panic. What else did they say I can do to ease the mood?

"H-hey!" Wukong tries to get his attention again. Erlang just sides-eyes him, not even granting him his full attention. "W-why don't you tell me how your day went?"

Erlang turns to him, still contemptuous. "My day?"

"Yeah. How's it been going?"

"...Fine." Erlang blandly responds. Wukong's eye twitches from the lame answer. "R...Really?"

"Yes." Erlang repeats monotonously.

The silence sat so tensely it felt heavy. "Uh...that's...that's good. Um. I-i heard you talked with some envoys from the dragon kingdoms, what was that all about?"

"Nothing special."

...

He honestly hated this.

The fox demonesses convinced him that if he just put his heart and soul into it, all of this would be easy. But it was so difficult! Expressing his vulnerability was such a struggle because...because he would show his weakness. And that terrified him. What if he said the wrong thing and accidentally hurt Erlang? I already did when I forgot all the times the two apparently went on dates when they were together. What the hell was he supposed to talk about next?! Erlang had all but closed himself off. Maybe if the two kept drinking, they could open up again?

He honestly doesn't know. The best that would happen is they get blacked out drunk and possibly reveal their true feelings. But that could just lead to the two to just ramble senselessly. This was so much easier with Azure, he suddenly thought sullenly.

NO! No, he can't be thinking about his dead ex while he was on a date with his arranged husband... How did it come to this?

Erlang narrows his eyes when Wukong sags in defeat, groaning perturbed. "I'm..." Wukong swallows, the bitterness of the wine sending a tingle down to his stomach. "I'm sorry, Jian." He meekly apologizes. Erlang feels anger and dread burn in his chest. "I wanted to have a romantic date with you, but..." Wukong sighs. "I'm so bad at this."

The bitterness he held in his heart eased in Erlang's chest. "I've never...I've never done such a...sentimental thing like this."

"We've done things like this before, Wukong."

"To be honest, I don't remember those times."

Erlang grips the glass so hard that a crack appears. "Are you saying you didn't bother remembering the heartfelt moment between us when we used to be together?" He asks with an accusatory tone, anger now boiling in his chest like a hateful fire. His breath gets caught in his throat when Wukong shakes his head. Erlang wryly chuckles. "I guess I understand why you wouldn't remember." Erlang tosses the glass unceremoniously, reaching and taking the open wine bottles. "You never really cared enough about our relationship to even bother to remember the days and nights we spent together."

"Jian-"

"It was all just a game to you anyway. Why else would you so easily leave me for...him." Erlang grins, the smile painted with so much spite. Wukong tenses when Erlang takes a long swig of the bottle. Wiping his lips clean with the back of his hands, Erlang says, "Do you remember all of your outings when you were with Azure?"

Wukong feels his heart stop. "What?..." He asks, shocked. "Do you remember your rendezvous?" Erlang looks down at him with judgment. "I-"

"I imagine you probably remember all of them." Erlang props his cheek with his palm, his elbow on his knee, swirling the bottle of wine. "You probably also remember the times you two fornicated."

Wukong scoffs in disbelief.

"After all this time, you still think about him, even when we have TWO children together." Erlang raises his voice. "I mean, it's not that you willingly decided to have children with me. No, I forced you since you still dream about a man who also willingly trapped you in a cursed item."

"Erlang, I don't know what the hell you're even saying, but-" Wukong, his temper also rising, tries to stop him. But Erlang, now slightly tipsy, talks over him. "I don't even know WHY I bother believing that you still love me after all this time. Because chances are, if somehow, in some way, Azure comes back, you would run to him like a loyal and loving husband." Erlang mockingly laughs. He roughly runs his fingers through his hair, tapping the blanket with the end of the wine bottle. "What do I have to do to make you forget about him, Shi Hou?" Erlang pathetically begs. "What do I have to say to you, to love me like you used to?" Wukong feels his heart break when Erlang raises his face, his expression filled with more agony than he's ever seen before. "Why do I lack that prevents you from loving me?" He asks, his tone broken and hopeless.

Wukong exhales.

Erlang wonders what Wukong is doing as he ignores him and puts his glass down on an empty plate. Wukong focuses on the basket, lifting the other end, and takes out the hidden parcel he had inside.

Erlang's eyes widen when he sees what the parcel is.

A bouquet of flowers.

Perfectly pressed together were camellias, roses, orchids, some plum blossoms, and...peonies.

Wukong adjusted the flowers, turning them as he handed them to him. Confused, Erlang drops the wine bottle; the acidic liquid spills and stains the warm, clean blanket. Slowly, he reaches for the flowers, holding them gently as he brings them closer. His nose is filled with the wonderful smell of the arrangements; a sweet tingle courses through his body as he exhales.

"I'm not good at this." Wukong suddenly speaks up. Erlang looks back up at him. Wukong again fidgets and squirms under his examining stare. He wraps his arms around his chest, rubbing his palms on his upper arms, finding some comfort from his familiar touch. "It's...harder for me to speak about my feelings. Especially...deeper feelings." He releases a shaky exhale. His cheeks burn as his heart starts to beat wildly in his chest. "I...I...I-I like...I like when you ramble to me about your engineering projects. I don't really understand much since I don't have a detailed, critical mind like yours, but..." A soft smile spread on his lips. "I really like how you get so passionate about your projects. I also like how cute you look when you sleep, and your nose scrunches when you don't wanna wake up." Erlang blushes that Wukong remembers such a small detail about him. "I also like how...how you... How you always hold me when we go to sleep."

Erlang sharply inhales.

"I hate when I sleep alone. I always used to drag some of my troop to join me in sleep, even when I napped." Wukong squirms as the uncomfortable feeling of exposing his heart forces him to cover himself, even though he's wearing clothes. "But it feels really nice how we fit together when we sleep. I run hot, so rarely anyone holds on to me, well, unless it's winter. Then suddenly I'm their hot water bottle." He chuckles. "But I love how your cool body can handle mine. I like it when you kiss the corner of my eyes. I like how you make sure I'm okay when I'm having a bad day. I really...well..."

This was it, he thought, he could say it now.

"I..."

Wukong audibly swallows the spit that gathered in his mouth, the lump in his throat bobs.

"I..."

He bites his bottom lip, his fighting and instincts preventing him from showing weakness. But he pushes through with all his strength.

"I..."

He has to say those words. Those three simple words meant so much more to him and Erlang.

"I...l-l...love you." He mutters.

Erlang grips the bouquet tightly in his hands. His eyes widen, his breath quivers as a warm, tingly heat slides up his body.

"Say it again," He says.

Wukong hugs himself tighter, pinching his eyes closed as his face burns with embarrassment, his unruly heart pounding like a drum through his chest. "I...love you." He whispers.

"Again."

Erlang places the bouquet aside, pushing aside the bowls and plates as he crawls closer to Wukong. He plants his hands on Wukong's shoulders, keeping him planted so he wouldn't try to escape.

"I love you." Wukong breathes. Erlang leans in and ghosts his lips over Wukong's. Sliding his hands up his shoulders, up his neck, cupping his cheeks, he asks again, this time with authority. "Say it again." He lifts Wukong's face, a look of vulnerability and absolute enamor facing him. "I...I love you." Wukong repeats with a quiver.

The two crash their lips together. They wrap their arms around their bodies, Wukong's around his shoulders, running his fingers through his hair, mewling as he further embraces. "Say it again." Erlang orders, lowering his kisses, nipping and brushing his lips from Wukong's cheek, lower lip, beside his eye, and on his neck. "Ooohh." Wukong mewls. "Nnngh." He bites his bottom lip. Through a gasp, he repeats, "I-Ah! L-love you." He squeaks when Erlang sucks on his neck.

He's pushed on his back as Erlang continues to devour him; he's trapped when Erlang presses his body against his. His lungs ache as his breath quickens, even though most of his body is exposed, he feels so hot and stifled by his clothes. A groan chokes in his throat as Erlang digs his hands under his cropped tang suit, cool hands glide up his heating flesh, rough pads and palms rub his chest, flicking his nipples. "Mmmgghh!" He clenches every fiber in his body as he's toyed and groped. "Say it again." Erlang orders him again with a growl, staring at Wukong as he writhed and shuddered from his sensual touches. "I-Ah~! Love you!!" Wukong proclaims, followed by a keen, holding on to him for dear life. Ripping his tang suit open, he licks and sucks on Wukong's exposed chest, sliding down his abdomen, nicking his trembling flesh with his teeth.

Wukong writhes as he wants so badly for Erlang to make him scream.

"Say it again." Erlang breathes over Wukong's stomach. Wukong jolts when Erlang presses his cheek on his pelvis. Gripping the waist of his pants, Erlang tugs his pants past his hips.

He lets go of Wukong's clothes, clutching his thighs, gliding his hands back up his shivering body, pressing his nose under his ear. "Say it again, Shi Hou." He whispers in his ear.

Wukong arches his back as he groans loudly when Erlang cups his sex. "OOoooohhh~!" He's silenced with another kiss. He hums in satisfaction as Erlang wraps his arms around his chest, holding him tightly, caressing his back, tilting his head so they can deepen their kiss. Kicking his pants off, Wukong holds onto Erlang as he moans with contentment, continuing to neck, intertwining their legs.

Moving back, a line of spit breaks. Their labored breaths mix as they peer into each other's eyes. "I love you, Shi Hou." Erlang softly says. Wukong sweetly smiles. "I love you too, Jian."

Wrapping his legs around his waist, Wukong lies back as Erlang kisses him again while removing his own clothes.

===

"How long did his Majesty say he was going to speak with Wukong?" A young stable boy asks.

"Hmm? I don't know." His senior hums. "All I know is that he said he was going to be a while."

"What do you think they're talking about?" The young stable boy asks, brushing a horse. "I don't know. It's probably about some bureaucratic stuff. I'm honestly surprised, though."

"Why?"

"From what I remember, Wukong wasn't fond of dealing with such things." The older man says, placing down a saddle with the rest. "So he can't be talking to his Majesty about such things."

"It has to be something important if they're taking so long. And did you see how he was dressed? I've never seen him so fashionably dressed before. Could they be on a date?" The boy chuckles. "They wouldn't do that!" His senior retorts. "Why would they have a date in the middle of the pastures? And why would they do such a scandalous thing out in the open?"

The two jump when a restless horse neighs again, shaking the reins with impatience. "We need to go ask them to hurry. The horses are getting unruly from being in here for so long."

"I guess." His senior exhaled, annoyed, scratching the back of his neck. "I hate to interrupt them. They could be speaking about something important, and I do not want to get in trouble for disturbing them."

Against their better judgment, the two gather courage and walk to the doors of the horses' stalls. "They should be far in the pastures. I'll go get them while you prepare the-"

Before they could open the door, they jumped when Wukong suddenly burst through the doors, stumbling and skidding to a stop. "H-hey!!" He calls them. "Your Majesty?" The senior and the boy anxiously stare at him. "What's going on? We were just about to come and get you."

"No! I mean-no, no. Me and Ji-I mean Erlang just finished speaking." Wukong adjusts his hair. The two stable boys witness how Wukong adjusts his unkempt appearance. Before returning, he looked really well-dressed. Now, he looked like he was mauled; His hair was ruffled like it was pulled, his clothes were crooked and wrinkled, and his makeup was smeared across his face. "Your Majesty? Where is his Highness? Did you not also go out with him?"

"Yeah." Wukong adjusts his cropped top. "I finished taking a ride, so he's going back." Wukong suggestively smiles. The two stable boys nod in confusion. "O...kay? We're happy we could provide some assistance, Your Majesty." The two bowed. "Thanks for your help." Wukong playfully saluted them. He turns around and walks away, but he stumbles as he winces in pain. "Ow. My back." He groans in...pride?

"Alright, now that they're finished, let's get the horses ready to wander a bit." The senior orders his subordinate. "Yes, sir."

The two go back to work and prep the horses. The boy halts in confusion when he remembers something. "Sir?" He calls his senior. "Yes?"

"Did Wukong take a horse before he left?"

The senior stopped midway when he opened a latch to a stable. He pinches his brow in confusion., "No... He didn't take a horse," He says.

"Then why did he say that he went on a ride?"

The two looked at each other with utter confusion.

===

The changes between Wukong and Erlang were beyond subtle.

Before, the two did show some gestures of affection, but they were small compared to now. They shared a smile or a quick kiss. Now...they were much more expressive.

After speaking, when Wukong turned to leave, his tail tucked under Erlang's chin and slid past, he looked over his shoulder with a smirk and a wink. When he wanted to speak something in secret, he leaned a lot closer than they thought appropriate, whispering in his ear, and when he finished, he pressed a kiss and caressed Erlang's cheek with his fingers. These seductive touches sufficiently got Erlang excited; he followed Wukong to where he was going and stayed with him...for a while.

When they looked for the Jade Emperor after he disappeared, they looked in the last place where Wukong was located. The problem. When they did find him, they had to turn around and leave the two alone.

When they walked up to the Imperial Noble Consort's quarters, ready to knock on the door, they froze.

"HHAAAHH~!! OOOOHHH~!! AUGH~!! JIAN!!!" They hear Wukong's screams past the doors. "OOOOOHHHHH~!!! YES! RIGHT THERE!!" He screamed, followed by an obscene moan. The poor guards, with red faces, turned around and ran back to their posts. Far, far away from their bedroom.

A similar moment occurred when the council tried to speak to Erlang in his private office, ready to announce their entrance, they went quiet when they heard suspicious noises. Wood creaking like it was being rocked, wet slapping sounds escaped from the door, but the tell-tale noise that made them flustered was the vague, muffled sound of hard breathing and quiet moaning, the occasional whimper and plea added. "Mmm~Nnnghh! Please, Jian-" Wukong gasps. "Uunnghh! Ah! Don't play with it that hard. O-oh~." Fast, moist noises came after, mixed with Wukong's mewl. The council decided their request for a meeting could wait till tomorrow.

Thankfully, some changes were softer.

The two were spotted in public, holding each other, smiling at each other like they hadn't seen each other after hundreds of years. Other times, they would hold hands, Wukong leaning his head on Erlang's shoulder. The sight was actually heart-warming; it gave the Celestials hope that with the improvement in their relationship, the balance in the Celestial Realm would be solidified.

Now, if the two would STOP running off to sleep with each other.

When stressed, the Jade Emperor left during his break and went straight to his Imperial Noble Consort's room. Sometimes the breaks would last for more than an hour, and when the Jade Emperor finally came back, he returned with a fresh and rejuvenated composer, some strange red marks on his body, never on his face, barely covered by his robe, and walked with a straight spine with a smug and satisfied aura around him. When some Celestials wanted to speak to Wukong, they were confused why he was constantly tired, was covered with red marks, and had a lazy, satisfied smile on his flushed, and strangely glowing, face.

He definitely was not kidding, Ao Cunxin realized when, yet again, Erlang returned from his "break," adjusting his hair and clothes, his previous annoyed expression now calm and energized.

===

Stretching his back, Wukong groans when his lower back finally pops, sighing in relief as the ache disappears. Pulling up his bed sheet to his collar, he grabs another pillow, tucks it under his head so he's raised enough he doesn't have to tilt his head to look at his phone, and pops a peach chip in his mouth.

'Dage🐂: Stop sending us your kids to babysit so you can suck your husband.'

Wukong shamelessly giggled as he ate another chip.

'Huazhang🦊🌺: It doesn't matter if you have regeneration, don't be nasty. Use disposable wipes🤢. I would recommend drinking some energy drinks too, remember, religious men are always mega hard😜🍑🍆.'

He almost choked on a chip after reading his auntie Aji's, her real name Huazhang, text. After succeeding on his date, he sent a text to her and the rest of the fox demonesses. Knowing them a bit better, he realized they genuinely were kind demons who just wanted to be left alone and live their lives peacefully. Wiping away the salt that stuck to his lips, he responded to the messages. Annoying DBK more and sending his thanks to the fox demonesses, promising to send more perfumes when they run out.

Shivering when he felt a dribble of come slip out of his cunt, he's reminded of his conversation with his aunties. All of their hunches were correct on what triggered the two, mainly Erlang's, sexual urges. With no spark, Erlang kept his distance. But exposing himself (he's not gonna apologize for that joke) heightened his libido like he was in heat. Expressing his love for him that day in the field was awkward, but it got his plan in motion. The plan was mainly meant for Cunxin, but he felt glad it led to a further step in his and Erlang's relationship after so many misunderstandings.

Biting his bottom lip, a pink speckled blush appears on his cheeks as he contemplates and plots the final act that will push Erlang to sleep with Cunxin. Running dry (again, he's not going to apologize), he searches online for some ideas and sexual scenarios that could liven up someone's sex life. A lot of them were boring, some outright disgusting, and said a lot that they were favored toward straight men and men who needed to be put in jail; others were impossible because they involved items they ran the risk of exposing themselves with or having to invite a total stranger.

Another person..., he wondered.

He got his idea.

===

Under the royal pavilion, Erlang, Wukong, Xingjun, and Jidu sat to enjoy the afternoon. Before eating, Jidu, like always, took off his clothes and swam around the pond. Xingjun followed to keep an eye on him at the dry end of the pond and to study the bugs that swarmed and gathered in the little cracks and deep end of the pond, leaving Erlang and Wukong to talk alone. "Hey, Jian?" Wukoing lazily got his attention. "Hmm?" Erlang responded, reading an engineering book Xingjun had bought him, while Wukong lay next to him. Wukong lay on the bench next to Erlang, head on his thigh as he looked casually through his phone. Here goes nothin', he thought. "I forgot, when was Tsui's birthday again?"

"The seventh of the third month of the year." He dutifully answers. The quick and memorized answer pulled a soft smile tug on Wukong's lips. "Right. Did he visit his other family, or did they come here?"

"They visited them this time. Cunxin believed Tsui should get to know his draconian lineage more since he is related to the Ao family line."

"Ah. I see." Wukong felt if Erlang was relaxed enough so he could continue. "Did he have fun?"

"From what he told me, he enjoyed it."

"That's good. I'm just kinda sad Xingjun and Jidu didn't get to go."

"Really?"

"Yup. It's nice that Tsui loves them like true siblings despite having different carriers."

Wukong felt Erlang tense. "I...guess so." He hesitates to respond.

"It's just that, they're not really a part of his other family. Meaning, Tsui is technically an only child." Wukong's ears pick up Erlang's breath hitch. "Must be hard for him."

"It's almost as if you're getting to the point, Shi Hou," Erlang says, annoyed that Wukong was being dodgy. Wukong huffs. He sits up, throwing his legs down, leaning on the table with his right forearm. "Jian, I'm just saying, Tsui is alone. Maybe it would be a good idea for him to get more siblings."

"How do you expect him to get more siblings, Shi Hou?"

Wukong had to take a minute to process Erlang's response. He's either that stupid or actively avoiding the truth, he thought while shaking his head.

Pressing his palms over his face, Wukong takes a deep breath and exhales while dragging his hands over his nose and pressing them together like he was about to pray. "Jian, there is literally only one way for him to get more siblings."

Erlang turns away from him, snapping the book closed, then throws it on the table. "You want me to sleep with Cunxin." He said like he was being asked to eat a fly. Wukong shakes his head with a chuckle of disbelief. "No. I want you to cut your dick off and let her eat it-Of course you need to sleep with her, you idiot!!"

"I will not sleep with another person, Wukong!"

"She's your wife, braniac! Not 'another' person!"

"Why are you even being so persistent about this?!"

"Because it's unfair, Jian!" That made Erlang shake his head. "I get it, it's BEYOND awkward to sleep with someone you don't really love romantically, also that she's a woman. But you can't just keep leaving her high and dry. What if she wants another kid? You're gonna tell her no? After everything she's done for the Celestial Realm? After everything she's done for you?"

Erlang clasps his hands as he lays his forearms on the table. Nervously using his tongue to scrape his teeth as he exhales. "I...can't, Shi Hou." Erlang's once fiery voice loses its heat, now reduced to a horse whisper. "It's...It's torturous. Not because of her looks or personality, but because...." Erlang struggles to finish the sentence. "I know, Jian." Wukong scoots closer, placing a hand on Erlang's shoulder. "I get it's beyond agonizing to sleep with someone you're not sexually attracted to. Cunxin's straight, but even she finds it difficult. But the reality is, you two made a promise. You promised to provide heirs for the Celestial Realms. Promised to keep the royal line going. You two cannot back out, because if you do, there will be consequences. You told me that. Remember?"

Erlang squeezes his hands tighter, his face further pinching in pain.

Wukong sighs. "I'm asking you to do this for her, Erlang Shen. Cunxin has been nothing but loyal to you and has done everything for the Celestial Realm. She's done everything for you. Hell, we've done everything for you, you owe us that at least, asshole!" Wukong wacks him behind his head. Erlang just petulantly groans. "Just do this, Ah' Jian. For her."

Erlang exhales.

The thought of sleeping with someone you're not sexually attracted to sounded like a new method of torture. Now, it was with the gender that he didn't prefer. But Wukong wasn't wrong. As happy as he is sleeping with Wukong, he can't leave Cunxin. She's made so many sacrifices for everybody. Including for him. To ignore her when she's just doing her job is just cruel. Especially to Tsui.

His eldest son does love Xingjun and Jidu, even if they aren't fully related. But he still is technically alone. When it's just him and Cunxin, he must feel absolutely alone.

He sighs again.

"Fine..." He quietly says.

"What?"

"I said, Fine. I will..." Erlang takes a deep breath and releases it with a groan of discomfort. "I will...provide her with another child." He agrees.

Wukong inwardly cheers that his plan worked. He takes his hand off of Erlang's shoulder and instead wraps his arms around his chest. Leaning in, he plants a kiss on his sculpted cheek. "Thanks, Ah' Jian," Wukong says quietly. "I'm only doing my duty, Shi Hou." Erlang sternly says, with a feint blush on his cheeks. Wukong chuckles.

Erlang stills when Wukong quietly moans in his ear, then presses another soft but also lingering, suggestive kiss on his cheek. He leans into his ear and whispers, "You don't know how proud I am of you, Jian. I think you deserve a reward, don't you think?"

Erlang slowly turns to look directly into Wukong's hooded, mischievous, seductive gaze. "Reward?" He asks lowly, his stern tone wavers at the end. Wukong slowly gives a nod. "If you succeed in getting her pregnant..." Wukong leans in and licks Erlang's quivering lips, pressing a kiss after. "I'll make you forget all about it after." His palm slowly slides down Erlang's chest, stomach, then, begrudgingly to Erlang, stops at his waist. "Then, we can try harder-" Wukong hisses, sensually giving a tug at his belt, making Erlang's breath hitch, "To make our own. What'da ya say?"

Chapter Text

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, you're pregnant."

The news sent the Celestial Realm into an uproar.

For two weeks straight, congratulations were sent and said, gifts were delivered to their front door, and celebrations were held in their honor every night.

"I cannot believe you managed to convince him." Yellow Tusk rubbed his forehead. The sheer awe of the situation overwhelmed his gray matter enough to give him a headache. "What can I say, I make the impossible possible." Wukong smugly said, popping another piece of peach gum. As much as Yellow Tusk liked being outside, at the moment, the Celestial Realm was too crowded and too rowdy after Ao Cunxin was confirmed to be pregnant. Hundreds to thousands of Celestials, Immortals, and Wise Sages kept visiting to give the royal couple their congratulations. Wukong was in the same boat; if it were other demons or a handful of human companions, he was comfortable, but put him near crowds of Celestials and humans, and he absconded before he was even there.

The two sat in Yellow Tusk's office, sitting around his tiny desk, eating snacks and drinking wine. They weren't going anywhere until most of the crowd had dispersed. "I still don't understand how you manage to convince the Erlang Shen to conceive a child with the Jade Empress."

"I just offered a solution for his dilemma and reminded him about his duty that he swore in front of thousands of people, and he agreed-"

"You promised him sex, didn't you?"

"Damn straight." Wukong, without an ounce of shame, admitted, tossing another piece of peach gum in his mouth.

Yellow Tusk shook his head, cupping his forehead in his hands. "I can't believe this." He muttered.

"What? It did the job."

"No, I know, it's just that..." Yellow Tusk sighed. "This contrasts with my beliefs and ideals. The reality that such pious and respected deities are so easily influenced by such a...simple urge such as lust unsettles me a bit."

"Simple!? Not the way I do it." Wukong says under his breath, taking a sip of his wine. Yellow Tusk took a deep breath as he pinched his eyes closed. He wonders why Wukong doesn't speak about such...salacious subjects with other grown adults, but then he remembers that he doesn't have that many friends. "Wukong..." Yellow Tusk bemoans. "Relax." Wukong waives his disgust away. "I won't go into the gory details."

"By the skies...." Yellow Tusk grumbles.

"I'll tell you after he's broken my back and made me walk crooked." Wukong quickly follows up.

Yellow Tusk tossed his fork on his desk. "Wukong-!!"

"Alright, alright! I won't say anything."

"Thank you."

The two sat in relative, comfortable silence. Using his sharp hearing, Wukong sucked his teeth when he still heard hundreds of voices in the castle and twice as many in the front yard. "Tsk! When will they go away!" Wukong huffed.

"It's a very important and prominent event that has only been done a handful of times, Wukong."

"What? The Jade Empress getting knocked up?" Wukong snickers. "In a less crude way, but yes." Yellow Tusk swirls the wine in his gourd. "The previous Jade Emperor had many children-"

"A lot of them assholes," Wukong added.

"Right. Many of them were murderous, heinous, and greedy. It might sound strange coming from me, but I am glad Erlang is one of the few that aren't contemptible and chosen to be the new Jade Emperor."

Wukong stops mid-chew to look at Yellow Tusk, surprised. "You're happy he's the new Jade Emperor?"

Yellow Tusk took a deep breath, then released it through his nose. "Taking my time now, I realize, it doesn't matter who does it, as long as the corrupt are removed and a system is fixed, it doesn't matter who serves justice."

...Well...He wasn't wrong, Wukong thought. Despite some serious mistakes, Erlang was the one you went to for TRUE justice when the judicial system failed. Even when he was captured by Erlang, Wukong, like someone was yanking a nail, admitted it made sense that it was Erlang who caught him out of everyone. It also didn't pass him that it was Guanyin's recommendation he followed, not the Jade Emperor's.

"Jian isn't one to ignore those things." Wukong peers out the window to admire the bright sun rays. "He follows the rules and is filial. But! He only follows correct rules and is loyal to those who deserve it." Wukong turned his gaze to focus on squeezing the jelly-like snack. "He also won't say it, but he's happy Azure got rid of the previous Jade Emperor."

Now it was Yellow Tusk to give Wukong a shocked expression. "Truly?"

"Mm-hmm." Wukong chews on the peach gum that rolled in his fingers. "I figured it was obvious because of the 'rocky' relationship between him and the royal family."

"Of course."

"Despite what everyone thought, he's not delusional or heartless; he was just pessimistic. Anyone would be if you noticed how people, happily, agreed with the decision of your uncle murdering his sister, including her family."

Yellow Tusk pondered as he took a sip of his wine. "He had no hope that the world would change since it was the same world that damned him and his family."

"Mm-hmm." Wukong drearily agreed. "Dreams and hopes were like clouds to him; Nice to look at, but weak and easily destroyed by a stronger, more visible force."

"Quite a pessimist."

"Tell me about it." Wukong sighs. Memories of when he and Erlang were still together before he was with Azure fill his mind, giving him a headache. His optimism and Erlang's nihilism were just not a great match, which is why he preferred Azure, because he saw the future. But he finally saw the truth, what he had to sacrifice, and the consequences for that blind optimism.

"What do you think of him now?" Yellow Tusk softly asked. Wukong sighed. "I feel...that he's accepted that everything isn't all bad. Good things exist; if they didn't, we wouldn't really be here, now would we?"

"And you?" Yellow Tusk asked, knowingly. "I admit, we were a bit too 'gung-ho' when it came to our plans." He and Yellow Tusk wryly chuckled. "Now, or at least now at this time, I see I can't just jump into anything without thinking about how it will affect everyone."

"A lesson you learned quite recently?"

"Yeah...." Wukong admitted with remorse in his eyes and a dimly lit smile.

Yellow Tusk felt that one is not truly wise unless they accept that they don't know everything, as every day we learn something new, even on the day we die. His brother was wise, but he wasn't able to think straight because many of his emotions were unstable and tumultuous. It seems like they all were clouded by their emotions, which was the reason why they all failed, and the corrupt were able to rule. He took a deep breath and slowly released it through his nose.

"Well, now, I understand how you were able to convince Erlang to conceive a child with Cunxin." Yellow Tusk hummed, humorously. Wukong gave him a wink with a grin.

===

Finally, Erlang exhaled. Those damned customary celebrations are finished.

For two and a half weeks, they had celebrated after Cunxin was confirmed pregnant. His muscles were sore, his bones ached, and the headache he was carrying pulsed behind his eyes. He just wanted to sit down, or rather, lie down, and not be woken up for a week straight.

The...ritual between him and Cunxin was predictably awkward and arduous. When they finished, he had to go to the bathroom to soothe his stomach. One would think he was sleeping with a monster by his reaction.

Sub-consciously, he apologized to her for his melodramatic reactions. But she nonchalantly waved his apologies. Despite her strong stomach to complete the "Coital Ritual," she sympathized with his anguish and disgust with having to have sex with the gender you don't prefer. Like him, even though she preferred men, if it wasn't with someone you loved, it was painful.

They had a non-disclosed agreement that when they had sex, it had to be quick and nothing should be expected but children.

Unfortunately, nothing in their lives was simple or easy.

It took multiple attempts for Cunxin to get pregnant. The two felt like traversing through hell, barefoot and walking on a path of lit coal was easier than sleeping together. But if one thing they weren't was quitters. Finally, with the help of herbal tonics and complex positions only a contortionist could do, she got pregnant.

"Sorry you two had to go through that." Wukong petted Erlang's head as they lay together for the night. To soothe his pain, the following night, he slept with Wukong. Before that, though, he played all day with Xingjun, Jidu, and Tsui, who found it weird their stern father was so clingy with them. Xingjun, with intelligence surpassing that of a full-grown adult, just sighed and allowed her father to hold her and dote on her like she was still a baby. Jidu enjoyed the constant cuddles and kisses his father gave him. Tsui looked at his Father quizically as he apologized for ignoring his feelings, patting his head and praising him for being a loyal, lovable child. Wukong and Cunxin tried their best to muffle their laughs as they witnessed the entire thing.

Lying in bed, and just lying in bed, they held each other tightly. Erlang was low enough to tuck his head under Wukong's chin as he pet his head and let him listen to his heartbeat. "It was part of our duty," Erlang said mechanically. Yeesh! Wukong rolled his eyes. "Still..." Wukong exhaled softly. "You two did good. Now, you're gonna be a daddy of four now."

Erlang found the realization...nice. "It would seem so." He admitted quietly. Wukong just chuckled.

Tucking his forefinger under Erlang's chin, he guided his gaze toward his. "And because I keep my promises." Wukong presses his lips against Erlang's. The two hummed in bliss, their breathing mixing, hot and moist. Wukong pulls back and, with a mischievous smile, he says, "I'm gonna give you the best night soon." Erlang swallows. "How soon?" Wukong chuckles deeply and salaciously. "In three days. When I finish preparing the kids and send them to Dage's for the week..." Wukong leans in and rubs his nose against Erlang's. "I'll keep my promise and give you a reward for being such a good boy."

He knows the wording should be insulting to his character, to refer to him like a dog. But, by the skies, did it get him excited.

Now, three days later, almost like his feet were on fire, he power walks toward Wukong's bedroom.

His children are being taken care of by Wukong's sworn brother, leaving him and Wukong alone for the weekend. With no disturbance whatsoever. Even from the council.

Reaching the doors that led to Wukong's room, he hesitantly lifts his curled hand to knock on the door. He swallows the drool that pools in his parched mouth. He musters up the courage and gives three knocks. "Come in." A low and welcoming voice answers his knocks. With tense muscles, he grips the doorknob and twists it. Pushing the knob in, the door silently slips open.

His nose is bombarded with the sweet, flowery aroma of scented candles. The room is faintly lit by many candles strewn around the cabinets and desk. The soft, colored light made the room warm and soft. "Come in already." Wukong's playful voice called to him like a siren's song. Without hesitating, he closes the door, filling the quiet room with a soft click. "Well? Aren't you gonna come closer?" Wukong softly lures. He clenches his fists as he walks closer to the bed. The canopy was curtained, and because of the weak light, he couldn't see any details at all, only the vague silhouette of someone lying on the bed. Lifting the curtain, his eyes widen when he spots his...husbands?

"What are you waiting for? Join us already." Wukong's clone seductively orders.

In the middle of the bed, completely naked, lay Wukong and one of his clones. Entangled together, they peer up at him with hooded eyes and dusted pink cheeks and cheeky smiles.

"What is-?" He tries to ask. But Wukong interrupts. "Don't keep us waiting." He chuckles. Erlang's eyes widen when the clone and Wukong grip their bottoms and lift their cheeks, revealing their very wet and welcoming sex. "Fill us up already." They both said at the same time.

Without waiting a moment longer, as his cock felt like it was about to implode, he unbuckled his belt and tossed his clothes to the ground.

The two Wukongs lurch forward and drag Erlang onto the bed. They help him remove what's left of his clothing. One Wukong intentionally drags his undergarments at a torturous pace, his deadly claws tickling down his legs. The Wukong, on top, glides his robe off, pulling it back to deeply massage his aching and tight muscles. He can't help but deeply groan as the knots that have been bothering him loosen. Distracted by the impromptu massage, the other Wukong crawls to the nightstand and pulls out two bottles and a bag of candy. When he nears, sitting on his knees, Erlang turns his gaze to him. "What in the world are those?" He asks with a raised brow, his cheeks like the two already flushed. "Body oil," He lifts a dark, translucent bottle with a dark oil inside, "An aphrodisiac," That made Erlang's eyes wide, "And some 'sweet' candy for, you know? A little boost."

"Are you honestly going to use chemical enhancers for this?" Erlang asks with a raised brow and a slightly bruised ego. The two Wukongs snicker. "No." The sitting Wukong tosses the massage oil to his other. With a clap, he catches the oil in his two hands. When he pops the top, the scent of freshness, along with aromatic fruit and sweetness, wafts through the air, relaxing their nerves. "This bad boy is meant to relax you."

"What is it?"

Wukong plops a few droplets of the oil in his hands. Erlang hisses from the sudden jolt of sensual touches on his pecks, then to his lower stomach. "Longjack," Wukong admits with a grin. Erlang sharply inhales as Wukong's warmed, oil hands drag over his skin. "You won't believe what I had to pay to get this stuff." He chuckles as Erlang writhes under his expert hands.

Erlang cracks an eye open when the other Wukong pops what looks like a medicinal bottle open. "And-Ah!" He tries to ask, but Wukong interrupts him by sliding his hands between his thighs. "This..." The other Wukong slides out three transparent capsules. "Is Yin Yang Hou." He answers. "Yin-Ssss!" He hisses as he tries again to call out in shock, but tenses when the other Wukong's hands slide under his sack, dragging them up to his crotch. "Organic and everything." Wukong jokes, placing the bottle back on the table and already eating one of the capsules. "Here." He hands one to the other. "I'm kinda busy here." The other Wukong answers. Honestly, he can't tell who's who now. "Open up, then." The other Wukong raises his head, letting his mouth hang. He can't help but swallow his spit when the Wukong "massaging" him lets their tongue hang out, a feint groan slipping from their open cavity. The other presses the capsule on their tongue, waiting for the saliva to glue the capsule. The Wukong on him closes their mouth, wrapping their lips over the clone's fingers, humming as they drag their lips, and with a pop, release. Erlang can spot the lump in Wukong's throat bob as he swallows the capsule. "Now..." Wukong gets his attention. He leans closer and, between the tip of his forefinger and thumb, holds the capsule near his lips. "Your turn."

He's taken natural supplements before purely for medical purposes. Supplements to cure poisons, for healing, and for a power boost. But never in his life has he taken one for...a performance enhancement.

Either way, he opens his lips. The Wukong holding the pill plants it on his tongue. He copies the other Wukong and wraps his lips over their fingers. Wukong smirks with crescent eyes, the blush darker. Humming, he licks his lips when he lets go, the capsule sliding perfectly down his throat.

"Next..." The other Wukong claps his hands. "We try these bad boys." He grabs a bright red sealed plastic bag from behind him and shakes it in front of them. "And what is that?"

"According to the description, Red Ginseng."

Now he has enough knowledge of medicinal herbs to differentiate even the most basic of herbs. Ginseng, according to medical journals, is mainly used as an energy boost. But he also knows DAMN WELL what its other use was.

Wukong peels the sealed top. Dipping his fingers in, he picks out a small enclosed candy piece. Slicing the tip, he slides out the amber-beige candy onto his palm. Without waiting, he flips the candy like a coin and catches it with his teeth. He shudders when he hears Wukong's teeth crunch and crack the hard candy. "Hmm?" Wukong rolls the pieces in his mouth. "Taste nutty." He crunches the candy further. "And woody with a hint of sweetness. Like you." He smirks, crunching the candy into mush.

Erlang narrows his eyes at him with an exasperated look.

"What is the point of the candy?" He asks with a sigh. "This stuff is just like regular ginseng. Gives a good boost, but also..." Wukong licks his sticky, sugar-coated lips. "Amplifies things."

"Give me one already." The other Wukong orders with a grin. The second Wukong pulls out two candies, ripping open the wrapper and holding them like he held the capsule. The other Wukong hums in delight when the sweet sits on their tongue. Erlang rears back when the candy is in his face. "Here. Or. Do you want me to give it to you in another way?" He provocatively asks. Erlang eyes the candy, then Wukong's shiny, sweet-covered lips. "Other way." He answers, his tone deep with want. Wukong giggles.

Delicately, he places the candy on the tip of his tongue. Erlang jolts when the other Wukong continues to massage his body. He groans in exertion when the other Wukong presses their bare body against his, shoving his nose in the crook of his neck, lips ghosting over his neck. A hiss escapes his clenched teeth as the other Wukong licks his jugular, nipping at his skin. The second Wukong leans closer. Erlang cracks his eyes open as Wrukong nears. With a ghost of a breath apart, he opens his lips to catch the candy with his tongue. The second Wukong releases an airy groan when his warm tongue twists with his, pressing their lips together and pushing the candy into his mouth. Erlang hums as he finally tastes both the candy and Wukong. A hitched breath catches him by surprise as the other Wukong slides down his body, his wet and warm sex rubbing against his painfully aching cock.

With a loud sucking sound, Erlang pulls back after catching the candy in his mouth. Both lick their lips. Finally tasting the confectionery, he hums in contemplation, trying to identify the flavor of the sweet. He almost chokes on the candy when the second Wukong joins the other, dragging his hands and body against him like a cat in heat.

They breathe over his already suffocating, burning body. Giving two crunches, Erlang swallows the candy, clenching his muscles as the two Wukongs praise his body.

Letting his head hang back, he lets the two Wukongs toy with his body. Breathing heavily, he allows himself to relax and let the natural supplements do their work. Both Wukong's moan and mewl ridding his body, grabbing more oil to rub themselves with. They peck his collar and jaw, blowing hot and wet breaths against his earlobes. Erlang's fingers clench in agony as he subdues the desperate urge to grope and fondle Wukong. The problem is he doesn't know who to hold onto.

His body vitalizes as the supplements kick in. His heart beats faster, his body burns with energy building and building in his core, his breath tugs and pushes through his body, his hunger growls, deep and loud, searching for satiation. His cock twitches as he listens to the symphony of both Wukong's groaning, mewling, and whining louder in need.

Both Wukong's keen with desperation, whimpering when their bodies struggle to contain the bombardment of signals overwhelming every single nerve. Tongues lave and lick Erlang's body like they were in desperate need of water. Cracking his eyes open felt like the most arduous struggle he's ever felt in his life, but Erlang uses every single muscle to force them open. His pupils dilate when he watches the most erotic, most titillating image that not even his wettest dreams could come up with.

With pathetic, desperate eyes, both Wukongs gasp and whimper as they press their hot, wet lips over Erlang's body. Both of their rears raised, their tails twitching and swaying excitedly. Crawling lower, they reach his cock, firm and leaking. "Aaahh-!!" Erlang gasps as moist mouths kiss and suck. Dragging their tongues, they pucker their lips against his shaft, scraping their teeth, and twirling their tongue pressed flatly against his ache. His teeth might crack if he continues to grind them the more he restrains himself. Both Wukong's all but worship his cock with their mouths, hot breaths dress it with more moisture. One Wukong takes the entire head in his mouth, humming as his cheeks hollow and lips suck his puckered flesh. The other focuses on the lower base, licking and pressing their open mouth, and dragging their lips up and down. "Haahhh." Erlang exhales. The deep part of him, the part that he's only shown to Wukong, the part the world curses because of how needy and unsatisfiable it is, breaks free from his years of discipline.

One Wukong gasps in surprise when fingers grasp the back of his head, pulling him off and lifting him. "Aaah-!! Jian. Wha-?!" Shutting him up, Erlang presses his mouth against Wukong's. The other Wukong's eyes spring open when Erlang uses his other hand to grip the back of his head. He gurgles and whimpers as Erlang forces him to swallow his length even further, bobbing his head violently to garner more stimulation.

Erlang pulls the Wukong he's devouring back, diving in again to gnaw at his neck, peppering his face with kisses. "Oooo~! Ah!" Wukong mewls. The Wukong, choking on his cock, relaxes his throat to let his cock delve deeper. The clone whines and groans in desperation, overwhelmed by the taste and force. Both Wukongs feel a shiver squirm its way down their spines and through their pussy's. They clench their sex to get some pseudo relief.

Throwing the Wukong in his grip, Erlang pushes him on his back, spreading their legs with his elbow, keeping the other Wukong choking on his cock. Leaning on his side, he pushes his face forward and devours Wukong's cunt. "Aaaahhh~!!" Wukong wails, throwing his head back.

The two Wukongs are in awe at how Erlang could both eat one of them out and keep the other's mouth on his cock.

Wukong, on his back, keens and moans as his nerves and senses fry from the overstimulation. The tongue digging into his pussy curls and laps up every ounce of slick excreted from his walls. "Aah! Aaah-! AAAAhhh~!!" He writhes. Erlang keeps his face pressed against Wukong's cunt even as he squirms and twitches from the abuse. The other hand holding the other Wukong pets and caresses his head as, without his help, he swallows his cock with vigor. "OOOooohhhh~!!!" Wukong cries. "JIAN!! AAAuugghh!!" Tearing the blanket through his fingers, Wukong clenches his throat as he struggles to breathe, his chest aching from forcing his lungs to drink more air. He releases a high-pitched squeal when one of Erlang's digits flicks and rubs his clit.

Erlang stares with hungry and dark eyes as Wukong pleads and thrashes in complete pleasure. Watching his husband lose his mind from his touches alone fuels the hunger in his core.

But it wasn't enough.

The Wukong sucking his cock squeaks when Erlang presses his mouth farther down, his nose smothered with the smell of Erlang's musk. Gagging, his eyes roll to the back of his head as the cock in his mouth twitches and forces him to guzzle down the sudden stream of cum. His throat instinctively drinks every drop, as much as he likes to gag, he hums pleased, filling his belly with his husband's seed. His cunt throbs, squeezing out more slick.

Still screaming and begging, Wukong, being eaten out, writhes and kicks his feet as Erlang keeps swirling his tongue over his clit, pumping two fingers, knuckle deep, in his cunt. "AAHH~!! AAAAAAHHHH~!! JIAN! AAAA~!" Tears tumbling down his cheeks, Wukong sharply inhales as his core finally snaps, clenching his thighs close, or at least, he attempts to as Erlang keeps them apart with his shoulder. Erlang hums in delight as he lowers his tongue, pressed flat, tucking it into Wukong's twitching cunt as it releases his cum.

Both Wukong's exhale, catching their breaths from the use. The Wukong sucking his cock, gasps as he's finally released, falling on his side to catch his breath. The Wukong on his back, grips the tattered sheets so hard between his fingers; his knuckles are bleached white. His clenched body sags in relief; he mewls as he rests.

Erlang swells in pride from satisfying two Wukongs at the same time. But not a single ounce of his vitality was wasted. He swallows the cum in his mouth, licking his lips as he still wasn't even close to full.

Both Wukongs squawk as they're manhandled.

The second Wukong, with seed sitting warmly in his stomach, is thrown onto his stomach in the middle of the bed. Wukong, with his aching sex, is thrown on top of the other Wukong, also stomach first. The two look over their shoulder to gape at Erlang.

"Huh?"
"Wha-!"

The bottom Wukong gasps as Erlang spears his cunt with his still throbbing, aching cock. "AAAAaaaahhhh~!!!" He wails. The Wukong on top looks at the bottom Wukong in confusion, then at Erlang. His shoulders tense when his sex is again toyed with. Two fingers dig into his pussy again, oscillating with more intensity and rhythmically.

Growling, Erlang toys with both Wukongs, forcing them to beg and scream in pleasure. The bed rocks in such violent motions, it almost matches the volume of the screaming.

Erlang's cock stuffs and scrapes every inch inside of the bottom Wukong. Too many signals zap to his brain, the bottom Wukong believes his gray matter is all but melting out of his ears. His mind struggles with his body as it wants to escape, floundering and clutching at the sheets, but his legs spread further open to let Erlang rut into him like he was in heat. His pussy is so stretched, so delved in slick, the cock spearing him has no problem digging further in.

The Wukong on top clenches his back, bucking his hips as the two fingers rub and scratch his insides. His eyes spring open when Erlang curves them enough he presses against the spot that made him feel the sensation he had to release. He wasn't going easy either. The two digits in him were pumping faster than the cock digging into his others cunt.

Erlang's mind was all consumed by the primal urge to make his partner beg and release. His once disciplined and educated mind now only remembers the exact erogenous zones his husband was most reactive to. He plays with the doubles flesh and insides, testing and memorizing what spots made them beg and scream. One spot he memorized deep in his brain was one he found by accident when he and Wukong first fucked.

The top Wukong sucked in air through his gritted teeth when Erlang yanked at his tail. The base of his tail. "OOOoooooo~!!!" He yells. "Aaaah~! Right there!" He begs.

The nerve in particular was carefully hidden just under his tail, right at the base, pressed against his tailbone. With a good yank, his cunt all but painfully throbbed, his loins tingled and warmed, and a quiver crept through his body. Any time Erlang wanted him to submit, he gave a good, rough yank of his tail, like a leash pulling back a bitch in heat.

"AAAaaahhh~!" The top Wukong yells again when a rough hand twists and rubs the base of his tail.

With lungs filled with hot air, Erlang exerts every ounce of his strength on the doubles. He forces the top Wukong to beg and the bottom to keep their legs spread to keep his pussy open to fuck him with ease. He wanted to destroy the two.

The top Wukong couldn't handle the abuse. Releasing a scream from deep within his stomach, he trembles as he comes. Squirting. Covering the clones cunt and Erlang's cock with his cum.

The bottom Wukong couldn't hold on either. Clawing at the blankets, deep enough he thinks he tore the mattress, he clenches his eyes closed, shoving his face into the mattress, muffling a deep, long groan as he comes as well.

Erlang, with a satisfied exhale, throws his head back. His cock pumps again, spilling seed in the clone, gripping the other Wukong's tail so hard he feels the bones of the tail.

The two Wukongs sag on top of each other. "Oooow...." One groans in pain and relief. The other just sighs as they catch their breath. Exhausted, he wants to take a quick nap.

"I don't think so."

The doubles yelp as Erlang, again, tosses them around.

The clone he stuck his prick into is lifted so they were on their knees, their used cunt right over Erlang's drooling maw. The original Wukong was positioned so, in reverse, he rode Erlang's cock.

With a croak, the original Wukong was maneuvered and jerked around, hovering right over Erlang's length. Wukong grits his teeth in pain as Erlang slowly forces his cock into his aching pussy. He inhales sharply when he's fully seated, convulsing as the cock pierces his used insides. "Mmm~." He mewls with pursed lips. The pain of his used pussy pulsed and throbbed through his thighs. But every inch of the hundreds of nerves in his body begged for him to keep going. To keep scratching the itch until it bled.

The clone, confused and whimpering, held onto the headboard of the bed, hovering just over Erlang's face as he adjusted the real Wukong's body. He audibly swallowed when the real Wukong whimpered and whined at being manhandled. Licking his lips, he wanted Erlang to do the same to him.

"Move." Erlang orders, pinching the Wukong on his cock, signaling him not to defy him.

Wukong, with trembling thighs, slowly lifts his ass and sinks down.

SMACK!

He squeaks when Erlang slaps his ass; the crack was loud enough it echoed off the walls of the room.

"What did I say?" Erlang growls.

"To...To-"

SMACK!!

Wukong yelps in pain. The second spank makes him violently flinch.

"What. Did. I. Say." With fury, Erlang enunciates each syllable of his command.

SMACK!!

He slaps Wukong's ass again. "TO MOVE!" Wukong loudly answers.

SMACK!!

A squeal of pain escapes his throat as he's slapped again. "To move what?" Erlang sternly reminds.

SMACK!!!

Another slap. "TO MOVE, SIR!!" Wukong cries.

SMACK!!!

He clenches his pussy from another slap. "Good. Now move." Erlang sternly orders. "Yes, sir," Wukong answers with a trembling whimper.

With more vigor, he rides the cock stuffed in his pussy. Biting his pursed bottom lip and with tears pearling at the end of his eyes, his pussy accepts the length despite the ache. He felt so fucking good.

The Wukong over Erlang's face all but drools at the abuse. As the real Wukong tries his damndest to satisfy Erlang, he's dragged lower so his pussy was just a breath away from Erlang's lips. He throws his head back with a gasp as a long, lengthy lick drags from the hole to his pussy to his clit. Erlang's hum of satisfaction makes him shudder; a deep part of his subconscious is proud he satisfied his partner. His eyes snap open as a yelp is trapped in his throat when Erlang slaps his hands on his ass, gripping and kneading painfully, while he sucks and eats him out. Gasps and groans are the only thing that leaves his mouth as the invasive muscle worms its way into his cunt. He's held still when Erlang wraps his arms under his thighs and takes hold of his hips. Like the Wukong behind him, he squirms the longer Erlang forces him to sit still while he abuses his sex, poking and laving the bundle of nerves, begging Erlang to let him breathe.

With tightly pursed lips, eyes pinched closed, the real Wukong continues to ride Erlang's cock, desperate to follow his orders, confused if he wants to be punished again or have the cock so shoved up his cunt. He wants it to pry open his cervix. He gets his wish when he swivels his hips enough the cock delves deeper, his cognition all but freezes when the tip pushes past the puckered nob. Drunk on pleasure, Wukong starts again, running his breath ragged, trying his best to have his husband come right into his womb. The clone thrashes and squeals as the tongue is pressed flat against his pussy, lips pucker over his clit, sucking and lapping the oversensitive nub.

Both Wukongs were so exhausted at that point. Their lungs ached, their muscles struggled to keep them up, their brains completely fry and turned into mush, letting Erlang command them with ease. They wanted to feel like this forever.

Wukong drools and rolls his eyes to the back of his skull as his husband's cock manages to pry through and fuck into his womb. The clone can only croak and let his mouth fall agape as his sex is used like nothing.

Erlang's instincts alert him to the clones about to reach their peak. He grips the hips of the Wukong over his face harder, firmly keeping him in place as he sucks his pussy like a man dying of thirst. He joins along with Wukong riding his cock, thrusting upward to meet his ass as he sat down. Both scream. Their pleas and cries meld together, satisfying him enough he allows them to come again.

Both still as they come. Real Wukong tenses every muscle in his body as he feels his womb fill with the streams of his husband's cum. Clone Wukong cracks the headboard as he trembles, feeling his cunt release more cum.

The real Wukong falls forward on his face, with whatever energy he has left, he slides off Erlang's cock, whimpering when, with a fleshy POP, the cock lets the gallons of cum pool out of him. The clone is allowed to fall on his side, a grunt puffs out of his lungs as he collapses onto the bed.

With a POOF, the clone disappears, leaving a single strand of hair. Holy shit. It only took three times to get my clone to give up, Wukong realized with awe. With wheezy and labored breaths, he lets his aching, used body finally rest. Due to his natural defenses, his body burned up all the effects of the oil, aphrodisiac, and the candy. He hums in pleasure, satisfied he managed to fully satisfy Erlang and himself, and finally get to rest.

Or so he thought.

His eyes spring open when he feels the bed shift as Erlang crawls to the nightstand. Yanking the supplement bottle, the oil, and the bag of candy, he then sits firmly behind Wukong. ...oh shit, Wukong dreaded.

His stomach fills with dread as Erlang pops the supplement bottle open, palms half of the capsules in his hands, and manages to down all of them, leaving the rest probably for him. He doesn't even bother with delicacy as he rips the candy bag open, the sweets scatter all over the bed. Ripping them open one by one, he cracks them in his teeth and eats about seven of them. And finally, he cracks open the oil bottle. Wukong tenses when Erlang grabs his upper arm and twists him so he lies on his back. He jolts when every ounce of the oil is poured on his bare, sweaty, and hot skin. "Wha...J...Jian...?" Wukong, with wide eyes, stares at his entire abdomen, which is covered in oil. He winces when Erlang grips his face, using his thumb to pull down his jaw. He instinctively swallows whatever Erlang shoved in his mouth. With a gulp, he realizes he just gave him another capsule, preparing to give him another. "Jian...." He says with a trembling voice.

With eyes so dilated and a steely expression, Erlang leans in and growls, "We're not done. Not until I say we are."

He's never prayed, as he's never needed the assistance of any gods or powerful beings to help him in his time of need, now that he's all-powerful. But right now. Right now, Wukong needs someone to save him. "Please spare me...." Wukong whimpers.

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"Where have you been these last days?" Cunxin asked when Erlang finally returned.

Like nothing happened, and with his usual flat expression, Erlang sits next to Cunxin as they wait for the meeting to begin. With an air of calmness and because she wasn't blind, smugness, Erlang dryly says, "I've been resting."

"Really?" She asks skeptically. "How come?" Erlang circles his neck to pop his joint. "I recently used quite a bit of energy. I needed to rest for a couple of hours, that's all."

Cunxin didn't want to ask.

Like, she really, really, REALLY, didn't want to ask. But seeing as Erlang was not reacting at all and Wukong had been mysteriously stuck in his room for days, she needed to know. Not out of curiosity, but maybe to send Yellow Tusk to see if Wukong was even still alive.

"I'm going to regret this but..." She muttered under her breath. She pops her lips and asks, "I'm guessing Wukong has also needed some time to rest?"

She catches how Erlang's elbow twitches. She eyes him as he, with no reaction, continues to study his notes. "He does." He ominously answers calmly. Cunxin closes her eyes and, with pinched brows, she opens them again and finally asks, "And...how long would he need time to recover-rest, I mean." She corrects herself at the end. Erlang gives a glance at the calendar on his desk, then continues to go back to his notes nonchalantly. "A couple of months."

Cunxin presses her forehead against the tip of her fingers with a scowl of disgust and exasperation. Her ladies-in-waiting have the audacity to flush in excitement, fantasizing about the marathon sex between Erlang and Wukong. Nezha and Li Jing have learned to mute out the disgustingly, overly detailed talk about the Jade Emperor and Imperial Noble Consort's sex life.

Cunxin adjusts her imperial robes with a clearing of her throat. She turns to one of her maids and gives her an order,  "Send a message to Yellow Tusk. Tell him: To make sure if Wukong is still able to walk."