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[#265] Early Access Wife Plot (SVSSS)
Theme Prompt: 265 - Trickster
Title: Early Access Wife Plot
Fandom: Scum Villain Self Saving System
Rating/Warnings: minor off screen injury
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 688
Summary: Luo Binghe is sick of women throwing themselves at his Shizun. Shen Yuan wants to know why they’re running into wife plots early.
The amount of women throwing themselves at his Shizun was getting ridiculous.
Take here, now for one of many such examples.
The room is small, made for a single traveller to spend a night in, two at the most. The innkeeper is likely to blame for the current situation, a twist of something sour about her skirts as she walked them to the room, an apology sewn together for the cramped conditions when the rooms either side stand empty. She hadn’t known they were cultivators, just a travelling young master and his servant, which could be why the intruder targeted Binghe’s Shizun first.
Shizun lies, crumpled across the bed at the far wall, his hair loose and spilling across his face, his shoulders. He’s breathing, his shoulder and chest partially exposed where his loose sleep robes had shifted as he fell, and that is the sole reason that Luo Binghe’s heart is still beating.
Luo Binghe shifts, the door latch cutting into his hip as he does so. He’s blocking the single point of entry and escape, the intruder having dived over Binghe’s head towards his Shizun in her fancy purple silk and heaving bosom. Shizun had turned, his fan raised and ready to strike, when he had—
Shizun hesitated.
Just for a moment. His eyes had shifted from the woman to Binghe, his gaze focused on somewhere in the empty void between them, his lips slightly parted as if caught between a question and a denial. And he hesitated.
He hesitated because Luo Binghe isn’t good enough to protect himself. Not yet.
But he will be.
“Oh, my darling,” the woman croons, turning away from Shizun to stare at Luo Binghe. “My offering tonight is so cute.”
She turns her head to the side as she speaks, her fingers resting just against her lower lip as she blinks slowly at Luo Binghe. Her hair cascades over one shoulder in rich dark waves, stopping at the bare line of her midriff. Purple silk is carefully wrapped around her chest and hips, a few scraps tied around her arms and her thighs, and it moves in a nonexistent breeze as she considers Luo Binghe.
He won’t let her hurt Shizun. If she wishes to carve him up as her offering, then Binghe will do whatever it takes to stop her.
“You can call me “goddess”.” She runs her fingers through her hair, letting it tumble back down with a wink. Her chest heaves as she leans forwards. “Most people do.”
Luo Binghe looks at Shizun. His face is flushed in the dull candlelight, picturesque even in a state of injury because of Luo Binghe’s failings.
“Begging this mistress’ pardon,” Luo Binghe begins, stepping forwards and drawing his sword. “But he knows no greater authority than Shizun and he will allow no further harm to come to him.”
The woman, the demon, pauses, a frown beginning to mar her features. She begins to speak as Binghe strikes, darting forward to slash at the unprotected line of her belly, using the momentum to sweep across her thigh.
She shrieks, flails backwards as dark purple blood begins to seep from her wounds. She presses one hand to her belly as she staggers a desperate step away from the bed, away from Binghe. He lets her go, doesn’t turn away until the door slams shut behind her fleeing form and he can return his attention to Shizun.
Shizun blinks up at him, his brow furrowed, as a Binghe bursts into tears at a respectful volume.
“Shizun! This student is so sorry!”
“It’s fine, Binghe.” Shizun carefully pushes himself upright, Binghe supporting him with an arm looped against his hip, perfectly positioned so he can sob into his Shizun’s lap. Shizun’s hand smooths over his hair, working through the tangles there. Shizun mumbles something in a language Binghe doesn’t know and sighs heavily. “What is this master going to do with you, hmm?”
“This student will work hard to make Shizun proud. He’ll prove it at the Immortal Alliance Conference!”
Shizun’s expression freezes, becomes as fragile as delicate porcelain. “I know you will, Binghe.”
Title: Early Access Wife Plot
Fandom: Scum Villain Self Saving System
Rating/Warnings: minor off screen injury
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 688
Summary: Luo Binghe is sick of women throwing themselves at his Shizun. Shen Yuan wants to know why they’re running into wife plots early.
The amount of women throwing themselves at his Shizun was getting ridiculous.
Take here, now for one of many such examples.
The room is small, made for a single traveller to spend a night in, two at the most. The innkeeper is likely to blame for the current situation, a twist of something sour about her skirts as she walked them to the room, an apology sewn together for the cramped conditions when the rooms either side stand empty. She hadn’t known they were cultivators, just a travelling young master and his servant, which could be why the intruder targeted Binghe’s Shizun first.
Shizun lies, crumpled across the bed at the far wall, his hair loose and spilling across his face, his shoulders. He’s breathing, his shoulder and chest partially exposed where his loose sleep robes had shifted as he fell, and that is the sole reason that Luo Binghe’s heart is still beating.
Luo Binghe shifts, the door latch cutting into his hip as he does so. He’s blocking the single point of entry and escape, the intruder having dived over Binghe’s head towards his Shizun in her fancy purple silk and heaving bosom. Shizun had turned, his fan raised and ready to strike, when he had—
Shizun hesitated.
Just for a moment. His eyes had shifted from the woman to Binghe, his gaze focused on somewhere in the empty void between them, his lips slightly parted as if caught between a question and a denial. And he hesitated.
He hesitated because Luo Binghe isn’t good enough to protect himself. Not yet.
But he will be.
“Oh, my darling,” the woman croons, turning away from Shizun to stare at Luo Binghe. “My offering tonight is so cute.”
She turns her head to the side as she speaks, her fingers resting just against her lower lip as she blinks slowly at Luo Binghe. Her hair cascades over one shoulder in rich dark waves, stopping at the bare line of her midriff. Purple silk is carefully wrapped around her chest and hips, a few scraps tied around her arms and her thighs, and it moves in a nonexistent breeze as she considers Luo Binghe.
He won’t let her hurt Shizun. If she wishes to carve him up as her offering, then Binghe will do whatever it takes to stop her.
“You can call me “goddess”.” She runs her fingers through her hair, letting it tumble back down with a wink. Her chest heaves as she leans forwards. “Most people do.”
Luo Binghe looks at Shizun. His face is flushed in the dull candlelight, picturesque even in a state of injury because of Luo Binghe’s failings.
“Begging this mistress’ pardon,” Luo Binghe begins, stepping forwards and drawing his sword. “But he knows no greater authority than Shizun and he will allow no further harm to come to him.”
The woman, the demon, pauses, a frown beginning to mar her features. She begins to speak as Binghe strikes, darting forward to slash at the unprotected line of her belly, using the momentum to sweep across her thigh.
She shrieks, flails backwards as dark purple blood begins to seep from her wounds. She presses one hand to her belly as she staggers a desperate step away from the bed, away from Binghe. He lets her go, doesn’t turn away until the door slams shut behind her fleeing form and he can return his attention to Shizun.
Shizun blinks up at him, his brow furrowed, as a Binghe bursts into tears at a respectful volume.
“Shizun! This student is so sorry!”
“It’s fine, Binghe.” Shizun carefully pushes himself upright, Binghe supporting him with an arm looped against his hip, perfectly positioned so he can sob into his Shizun’s lap. Shizun’s hand smooths over his hair, working through the tangles there. Shizun mumbles something in a language Binghe doesn’t know and sighs heavily. “What is this master going to do with you, hmm?”
“This student will work hard to make Shizun proud. He’ll prove it at the Immortal Alliance Conference!”
Shizun’s expression freezes, becomes as fragile as delicate porcelain. “I know you will, Binghe.”