lusi | A Foolish Expedition

● WHO: Shen Qingqiu and You
● WHAT: Exploring the forest and general activities.
● WHEN: The past two weeks.
● WHERE: Forest and around
● WARNINGS: Tentacle vines

Getting to Know the Fauna

Shen Qingqiu despite his tendency to idle loved to explore. He loved to discover and categorize new creatures and monsters. He loved the idea of fighting them and learning what they could do. However, in practice, this was not always a good hobby.

He went off into the forest alone, with a tendency to reach out and touch everything. Several fruits practically exploded on him, getting him sticky, and some of them tried to shoot him with some sort of projectile. However the worst of his encounters hard to be his biggest mistake. Really, he had no one to blame but himself.

Hanging before him was a long tangling plant. It seemed to be oozing some sort of nectar that smelled almost like candy. It was quite appealing and curiosity took over. Knowing very well this was a bad idea and the sorts of plots these kinds of stupid actions sprung he could not help himself from reaching out and taking hold to hesitantly lick it. He found it did in fact taste pretty good, however touching it triggered a predictable reaction.

Fuck! Why the fuck did he do this! This predictable trap and he walked right into it!

Vines came out of everywhere wrapping themselves around him quickly, digging there way under his robes faster than he thought was possible and lifted him in the air like a tangled mess. Struggling did not help, as it just got him caught up more, and trying to call for this sword did little to help as well, as for every two he cut down four replaced it. In the end, he was strung up in a terrible disheveled half-dressed state with one vine desperately poking at his check trying to get in his mouth.

"Help!" he cried, creatively moving his head around trying to avoid the eager little thing from finding it's chance.

RPS and You!

He was not a survivalist, he knew absolutely nothing about surviving or taking care of himself particularly. Sure, if he had to, he could probably sleep outside, he had done that before, once or twice, but, it was different. It was a temporary thing between point A and point B. Trying to organize a place to live, food to eat, and a general idea of his future was just... a bit too much. So, instead of doing something productive, he let his mind wander to the task this world had set out for him. Considering the PWP R-18 nature of this world, he couldn't help but think of the two books he was so unfortunate to be brought here with: Resentment of the Chunshan, and Song of BingQiu. The ridiculous OOC real person fan fiction of himself and his disciple Binghe.

The books were dirty, flowery, and filled with nothing but papapa! The illustrations were quite beautiful, however, and though one was definitely more direct than the other, he couldn't say the writing was bad. It was just... absolutely filthy. Also a little uncomfortable since the subject matter was himself. All he could do was criticize the choices made.

"I would never beg and cry like that," he muttered. "And definitely never put it in my mouth!"

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What? What was that reaction? What was being said? What was meant by exchanging spiritual energy!?

He slowly retracted his hands feeling confused, and unsure if he should even point out that it was offered not by him. If he just pretended nothing happened, he could avoid the embarrassment, right?

No. He had to throw it back.

"You offered... exchanging spiritual energy is normal and common, how can it be something 'bold' and not 'chaste'?"

"Well, I offered thinking you knew what that implied," it was Shi Qingxuan's turn to be defensive, a very faint dusting of pink across her cheeks--out of indignation, if anything, "I mean, holding hands will transfer a tiny bit of it, but you'll need some actual physical connection to get it into your system."

She refuses to be embarrassed, for her part.

"Kissing! I'm talking about kissing!"

Among other things, but the esteemed scholarly lord doesn't look quite ready for that conversation.

How was holding hands not a physical connection!? Touching skin to skin was pretty physical! It had been good enough for everything. If holding a hand could jump-start his flow, it was good enough to transfer any amount of spiritual power!

"Kissing?" For a moment he looks confused, or disbelieving, what sort of stupid contrived mechanic was that? Was this Fate/? Was this shoehorning in the most contrived way to get people intimate through the guise of sharing spiritual energy?

'I don't want to kiss you, I just have to in order for you to live!' or some other type of foolishness?

He was suddenly grateful to the great Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky that he had never implemented such a cheap method. Imagine if he had? Everyone would be kissing everyone all the time!

"This one has never heard of such a requirement before. Skin to skin contact has always been more than enough," not to mention kissing was just lip skin to lip skin contact! What made it so special!?

"Mere skin to skin contact isn't going to elevate any spiritual strength of anyone into anything significant."

Is she sulking? She's sulking and blushing now. It's the mere implication and suggestions she would even invite physical discomfort onto someone else that has her pouting.

"Otherwise, your eminence would have ascended a very long time ago, am I right?"

WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN!?

He is not....

HE IS NOT DUAL CULTIVATING!

The implication does leave him red. A long time ago? He has only been in that sort of relationship for a short time!

"This master has only recently completely refinement and creation of a golden core, to cultivate more requires more time. Sharing of spiritual energy of the kind common is not going to enhance one's cultivation," which is exactly what he said from the start!

"You know, there's one way to find out, but I'm not about pushing people into situation they're ill prepared for and wary of."

Which is not a complete lie, but a lie nevertheless. Shi Qingxuan is as stubborn as the best of them. This person has gone from an intimidating, cold beauty to an evidently flustered young man in the span of half an hour and nothing was more fascinating to the Wind Master at the moment than poking until something gave.

Who was ill prepared? Who was being pushed and wary?

"If it will settle the debate this one does not mind," just get it over with! Prove whatever you had to prove!

"Very well, then. With your permission."

The difference in their heights is negligible, but Shi Qingxuan estimates they would have been of an equal height were they in their original forms. It makes the task easier, a gentle tug forward before the peak master could change his mind, a small hand behind the back of his neck to tilt his head down, and a non intrusive press of lips to lock them into place.

The kiss itself is gentle. The spiritual power is anything but. Energy moves onward from every point of contact, cool and warm interchangeably with evident bursts of power. Shi Qingxuan has always been more powerful in their female body, the one more revered and worshipped by mortals. Their energy floods every minute vein, blooming under Shen Qingqiu's skin, the divine energy bound to throb there for a day at most, and a few hours at least.

It was kind of nice to kiss a girl, if only in appearance, for a change, simple and soft, no gnawing, no teeth, no questionable people trying to stick their tongues down his throat. The hand to his neck was even almost sweet. He could almost pretend he had a first kiss in high school half as nice.

But then the flood of spiritual energy came and he thought he was going to die. Perhaps die was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was definitely intense! If he had thought the treatments for Without a Cure had been a wave through his spiritual paths and meridians than this was a full on flood! Could he even contain such a thing? He almost felt the way he had when his body was a spiritual energy generator! It was exilerating!

Once the persistent currents of energy mellowed into something steadier and milder, the Wind Master could feel it stabilizing into the cultivator's golden care, pumping a consistent throb to the brim. She couldn't remember the last time she had kissed someone sober. Did this even count? After all, they were only "lending" energy.

Settling back on the heels of her feet, she pulled away with a playful nip to the lips, unaffected as if a whole grand temple's supply of prayers hadn't just coursed through her veins and out.

"Was it good for you too?"

Don't say it like that! It made him blush slightly and shake his fan.

"It was quite... amazing. That sort of rush...."

"I know, right? And that was just a peck! Imagine what you could do with something more intense!"

Trying to rein her excitement in, Shi Qingxuan offers her most reassuring smile, which still comes across as a touch too eager.

"But right now, you feel like you can do anything, right? After all, this is the spiritual energy of the one and only Lady Wind Master."

A Foolish Expedition

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