[She Qingqiu was a floaty scholar, he had layers and layers of robes, the sort that looked amazing when twirling and flitting around the air. Light and airy they looked fantastic in dramatic shots with the wind and fluttered when swinging a sword. This meant they were not that convenient to move. Which, was fine. He didn't want them removed particularly. And though the sensation of kisses down his chest was a little exciting, he was quickly trying to cover his chest immediately after.
It was probably easier just to lift his robes and pull down his pants.
How had it come to this? He never would have imagined in a million years he would end up in such a situation, should he feel guilty? It wasn't like there was much he could do. It was going to happen one way or another, he already knew that. Whatever system was running this R-18 cluster fuck would no doubt have methods to force it's events activated and Shen Qingqiu knew he was powerless no matter what.]
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It was probably easier just to lift his robes and pull down his pants.
How had it come to this? He never would have imagined in a million years he would end up in such a situation, should he feel guilty? It wasn't like there was much he could do. It was going to happen one way or another, he already knew that. Whatever system was running this R-18 cluster fuck would no doubt have methods to force it's events activated and Shen Qingqiu knew he was powerless no matter what.]