Chapter 182 - He Called To Him

Ying Yue's body was vibrating, trembling, shivering from sensitivity and pleasure. His husband continued to pulse inside him, wrought out his needs deep in his chest that no one else could. Tears slipped down his eyes as he watched how lovely his lover was.

Sweat slipping down hard chest and lean muscles. Braided hair loose and bouncing behind the silver eyed man's back as his husband continued to pound into him. Ying Yue knew he would always open the door for whatever, whenever, wherever Wang Li knocked.

"Mm, Ah Li," the blonde panted out.

"So good, my wife. Perfect, so perfect."

Wang Li groaned and leaned forward, twisting his bottom half to the side. Then, his husband moved faster, stronger, harder into him as mouth sucked his panting and breath away. Mixed saliva slipped down his lips and he shut his eyes, feeling his ass being smacked over and over by his husband's pelvis.

"I am ready, Ah Yue," Wang Li panted out and Ying Yue nodded capturing thin lips.

He heard the groan against his mouth and he pulled away to watch the redness on his lover's face.

"Come for me, baby," Wang Li's hips slowed and he felt the cum filling him more, "My wife, my Yue-er."

Hands wrapped around his penis and he inhaled sharply with a keen. When he came with his eyes rolled back and his pucker tightening, his entire body was malleable. He was nothing but a moldable clay for his husband to use however he wished.

Wang Li laid back down behind him, keeping them connected, and placed a palm against his chest. Smiling, he felt kisses to his head, ear, and temple. He heard the inhale and exhale against his ear.

"Ah Yue, creating this school is needed to train those with golden souls. Ah Hien's death is not your fault. No one blames you… or your brother."

He didn't reply to his husband but held the palm against his heart.

"I am proud of you, my beloved wife," Wang Li nuzzled into him, "You truly are Heaven's Chosen."

"So are you," Ying Yue murmured with his ears reddening.

"Mm," his king sounded and nibbled the tip of his red ear, causing him to bite his lips, "Yet your role is the most important."

"Ah," he breathed out and wiggled his hips, "My role, mm, is nothing… nothing without you."

"Is that so?" Wang Li breathed darkly still nibbling the cute ear of his wife.

His beautiful blonde was squirming, squeezing his cock into hardness. He bit harder and thrusted his hips, earning him a gasp from kiss bitten lips.

"Ah Li," Ying Yue held onto strong thigh, "Mm. Yes."

He heard the deep laugh from his husband, before he felt tongue trailing down his neck as the cock inside him brought him back into ecstasy.

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(Netherworld)

Ye Wu stared with narrowed eyes at thenavy haired boy before him. Picking up a piece, he moved it on the board and frowned deeper. The boy grinned and hummed rubbing his chin. His red eyes watched the tanned boy reached for his piece and moved it.

"You should pay attention, Ye Wu, or you'd end up losing again."

His eyes narrowed dangerously and he crossed his arms. What was it about this tanned boy did Wang Li even liked? The navy haired boy was not special or useful, just annoying and ugly to look at!

"Let's play a different game."

"Hm? What game?"

He grinned mischievously.

"Who knows our dear king the most. The loser will get stabbed in the heart."

"…"

"Scared?"

"Who's asking the questions?"

"Me."

"No."

Ye Wu laughed with his brows dipped angrily, "You have no say, child."

The tanned man with purple eyes, the obvious touch of the Ghost King, glared at him before lips stretched into a lazy smile.

"How about we each tell something about our king. The person with five more knowledge wins. Loser will-"

"Get stabbed. Perfect. I'll go first," Ye Wu grinned and already knew he won. He had known the Ghost King for centuries. This boy only knew him for a short time.

"Wang Li stitched his own handkerchief."

"…"

The navy haired boy quirked a brow with a smirk. The demon's grin slid off his face and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"How did you know?"

"My turn," the man grinned and ignored the question, "Our king kept his family's bodies covered in plum blossoms and roses for ten moons before burning their bodies in the river."

Ye Wu's frown deepened and the boy grinned.

"Do not lie, demon. If you do, you forfeit, and I win Ah Li's heart."

"Don't you dare, Mo Chou! You are nothing to him!"

The tanned man smirked and held up a finger.

"One point for me."

Ye Wu growled and thought back to his time with the raven-haired king.

"Wang Li loves piggyback rides."

"… What?"

"Oh, you don't know?" The demon grinned with a sparkle in his eyes, "One point for me."

Purple eyes narrowed and Ye Wu grinned.

He was back in the game.

When Wang Li finally pulled away from Ying Yue and left kisses on those addicting lips, he arrived in the Netherworld to see Mo Chou and Ye Wu screaming at one another with a certain number of fingers held up. Furrowed brows, he cautiously entered the throne room and heard the words being said.

"He loves sweets."

"He loves plum wined rice."

"The mark was from me."

"He loves ginger in his tea."

"He loves looking at the moon."

"Smelling dandelions make him sneeze!"

"What? That's a lie!"

"No, it is true!"

"No, it's not!"

"You're only saying this because you don't want to lose!"

Wang Li cleared his throat. Ruby eyes and purple eyes looked at him before they sent matching grins his way.

"What were you two doing?"

"Oh, we were just playing," Ye Wu grabbed his hand and rubbed his cheek on his shoulder.

"My king, welcome back," Mo Chou bowed and Wang Li smiled, placing a hand on the patch of navy hair.

"I am glad you both are playing well with one another," he went to the throne and sat down.

"Ye Wu, while you are on the surface, send back any demons and ghosts you find. There are many hiding, some low-level demons that had become more threatening."

"Alright," the demon paused, "Are you well?"

He nodded and offered a smile. The demon hesitated for a moment before leaving through the portal. Wang Li watched as Mo Chou, the young child that still wish to stand by him, walked up to him.

"My king, if you wish to be alone, I will be close by."

He shook his head and looked at his loyal child.

"Ah Chou, I need you to go to the surface, protect them."

"Hm? What worries you, my king?"

Wang Li sighed and leaned his head on his palm. His silver eyes looked around at the empty cages where it once held the strongest demons.

"I have underestimated what I caused, Ah Chou. What I said to Ye Wu, same for you. Go to the surface, return any evil you find. If you have trouble, take this."

Wang Li placed a pouch in the man's hand, and he squeezed the loyal child's shoulder, before returning to his throne.

"Protect them Mo Chou. When you meet Xu Lan, be nice."

"My king…" The navy haired man whispered and saw the offered smile from his king.

"Go, my child."

Purple eyes searched his king's tired face. He bowed to the Ghost King and grabbed his blade, before leaving to the surface. He had not been there for centuries and honestly, he would rather be with his king, but he was asked to return to protect the innocents.

"For you my king, I will do anything."

Wang Li watched the navy haired boy leave as he instructed.

Alone, he let out a scream so loud it shook the cages, the clinking of metals, and the darkness fell onto the Netherworld. Those who could roam felt the sharp chill and ran to take cover. Those in prison moved further back into their cages and their king's dark energy filled the space, almost suffocating so.

Wang Li's body trembled and he clutched the armchair, nails digging in scratching the concrete limbs. Angry tears slipped down his eyes and merged with the mark of blood created by the demon mark. Silver eyes are now red and lips pulled into a scowl, Wang Li gripped the arm harder. Pieces of concrete broke with his hold and he stared at them. Crushing them into dusts, he let out a deep sigh and stared at the ceiling.

He had hoped that his sacrifice would had removed it, but he could still feel it warping him, hitting him harder than it should. His soul... His core was still-

The voice of his aunt returned to him, haunted him for many centuries.

"When will you learn you cannot go against fate, child. The Heavens is just as stubborn as you, nephew, and with more power than you possess," his aunt reprimanded him, but he did not listen.

Even now, he still did not listen, but he was so tired.

He would do everything for his wife, for his dear Ying Yue.

'Have I made a mistake, Ah Yue. Am I hurting you again?'

Shutting his eyes, he finally called to him. One he only called once before.

"Jade Emperor, we must speak."