Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 19 Part 1

Chapter 19 Part 1

What does it feel like to have one’s bones broken?

Qin Duan couldn’t explain clearly. He only heard a faint clicking sound, lost his balance, and was pulled into someone’s embrace.

Unconsciously, Wu Que had grown taller than him. His broad chest was warm, and Qin Duan was covered in sweat, with his damp hair sticking to his face, feeling a bit itchy.

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His broken right leg hung limp, supported only by his left leg and the person behind him. He stood shakily, barely managing to keep his balance.

After what seemed like an eternity, until the cold sweat on his face was dried by the night breeze, he squinted at the bright moon overhead and let out a sigh.

“I can’t be with you forever, son,” Qin Duan sighed. “I’ll grow old, and I’ll die. There will come a day when I’ll leave you. Right now, it’s just happening sooner—”

“Nonsense,” Wu Que interrupted him. “For so many years, you haven’t aged at all… The cat at the village entrance has died, the kittens can climb trees and jump walls now, but you haven’t even grown a single white hair.”

He rambled a bit, but his arms held Qin Duan tighter, clutching him in his embrace.

“You’re not an ordinary person… Ordinary people can’t survive such severe injuries, they can’t conjure things from a ring, they can’t paint those messy yellow papers… and they definitely can’t have their leg bones broken without making a sound.”

Wu Que buried his face in his father’s hair, pressing his nose against the pale nape of his neck under the cover of dark hair. He muffled his voice, saying, “I don’t care who you are, whether you’re human or a monster… you’re my father. I only want you to be with me, or maybe take me with you when you’re about to leave, not bid farewell.”

Narrowing his eyes, Qin Duan said, “What if I say no.”

His voice was soft, but carried an inexplicable chill in this quiet night. Wu Que shuddered and opened his crimson eyes, his expression briefly contorting before quickly calming down.

“Then I’ll break your limbs and lock you in a room, not letting you go anywhere,” he paused and added, “I know it won’t hurt you, father. Just like when we first met, I’m not a child anymore. I’m taller than you, stronger than you, and I’ll take good care of you.”

Wu Que’s voice grew even softer, almost pleading, “If you take me with you, I’ll be obedient, I can protect you…”

“No,” Qin Duan closed his eyes, no longer looking at him. “I won’t take you with me.”

…

Wu Que looked at the pale face of the man in his arms, a surge of unprecedented murderous intent rising within him—since this person was adamant about not wanting him, then if he killed him, would he belong only to himself?

But a dead father wouldn’t smile at him, wouldn’t bring a wine jug to his lips, wouldn’t tell him stories of the village, wouldn’t ruffle his hair…

“But he won’t abandon you either, won’t say these hurtful words to you,” the inner demon whispered in his ear, “You can take him to any place in the world, instead of standing here, listening to him bid you farewell.”

Wu Que’s complexion turned pale, accentuating his red eyes that held a captivating allure. “But if I do that, won’t it hurt Father?”

“Are you not hurt? Are you willingly accepting his abandonment?” the inner demon questioned, “His heart holds too much, things we know and things we don’t… and we, our hearts are small, too small to contain this world, they can only hold one person.”

Wu Que’s body trembled violently, he heard the faint creaking of bones in his embrace, a soft sound, mingling with the howling night wind, like the sound of stepping on gravel.

Qin Duan’s face grew even paler. His body temperature was naturally low, and now, lying there with closed eyes, he resembled a cold and silent corpse.

Wu Que desperately tried to warm him, but he failed.

So, reluctantly, he broke the man’s limbs, carefully laid him on the bed, and as he pulled up the covers, Qin Duan suddenly opened his eyes.

His indifferent gaze swept over the other’s face, “Why are you crying?”

Wu Que bit his lip, somewhat dazed as he looked at him, realizing that his tears had flowed without his notice.

He reached out to wipe them away, but the other person suddenly raised the hand that should have been broken, gently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

—”Once something is done, don’t regret it.”

This was the last sentence his father left for him.

Now, the one who left this sentence, Qin Duan, is being pressed down on the bed by his own son’s inner demon. His legs are raised and folded towards his chest, his underpants half-worn and hanging on his legs. His clothes are disheveled, and his black hair is scattered all over the bed.

His face flushed red, a layer of ambiguous moisture in his eyes. The n*pples, swollen from being ravaged, trembled in the air. Then, that person harshly bit down on them. The bitten n*pples started to bleed, and along with them, the are*las bore a bruised imprint of teeth. 

They were sucked into the person’s mouth, and a non-tender suction began, causing both pain and itching. Qin Duàn unexpectedly let out a low cry, his muscles tensing all over. Yet, his lower abdomen’s sexual organ stood tall, trembling and erect despite his lack of preparation.

The inner demon disdainfully tugged at the base of his leg and cursed, “Promiscuous.”

His tender skin was slapped crimson, the sensation burning and fiery, making Qin Duàn somewhat uneasy. He exhaled softly, squinting to suppress the rising heat within him. He pressed his lips together, refraining from making a sound.

Ever since that question earlier, this lad had lunged at him as if possessed, his gaze resembling that of someone wanting to devour him alive. Qin Duàn wasn’t one to have thin skin, but as he looked at the face on his body, identical to that of his son’s, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

He hadn’t previously noticed the other party harboring such thoughts, and now he was being torn apart in such an intense manner… His ankle was firmly grasped by someone, the strength as if they wanted to crush the bones. Qin Duàn instinctively struggled for a moment, only to be pulled apart in opposite directions by the person. As a result, his intimate area was completely exposed under the other’s gaze.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Qin Duàn averted his gaze and looked at the canopy above him. Just a few seconds later, he was gripped by the inner demon under his chin. “Look at me,” it commanded.

On that face identical to Wu Que’s, the unmistakable traces of obsession and madness were impossible for Qin Duàn to ignore. The bloodstains on his forehead seemed to flow, and his eyes were a penetrating red, surging with bloodthirst and hostility, faintly reflecting the shadows of hell.

However, it was with these very eyes that Qin Duàn saw sadness.

It was as if many years ago, someone had gazed at him with eyes like these. Back then, his Daoist heart was solid and unshakeable, impervious to any disturbance.

But now… the present was a far cry from the past.

He was lost in a daze, his thoughts wandering, but suddenly those eyes pressed down on him. Warm lips made contact with him, a gentle touch that swiftly transformed into a storm of passionate kisses. Sharp teeth sank into the soft flesh of his lips, nibbling, biting, and sucking as if the person couldn’t resist tearing off a piece of flesh.

His lips were gnawed at, a tingling pain mixed with a hint of blood. The person’s tongue forcefully invaded his mouth, sweeping sensuously over the sensitive upper palate. They teased the bite marks with a clicking sound.

The person forcefully inserted himself between his legs, the scorching heat of his c*ck pressing against his perineum, sending shivers down his spine. His rear entrance started to quiver on its own, and Qin Duàn could even feel a surge of heat raging within his body, leading to a slow and gradual release of warmth… The moist entrance slightly tightened, and the inner demon’s hand brushed against it, sparking a reflexive surge of pleasure. Qin Duàn’s lower abdomen clenched tightly as his fully erect p*nis arched between his legs. From the tip, transparent fluid was slowly seeping out…

The other person seemed to have said something, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant to hear.

Qin Duàn closed his eyes and cursed under his breath in his heart.

The inner demon watched as the person’s neck and ears turned bright red, the closed eyelashes trembling. They were damp, moistened by sweat. He knew it was sweat, yet it strangely looked like tears.

He was reminded of a long time ago, the image of his father with a broken leg lying in his arms—such detachment, as if nothing in the world, including himself, could capture his attention.

At that time, he had wondered what expression his father would reveal if he tore apart that layer of surface blandness.

But they had underestimated their father back then, and as a result, lost him completely.

Did he regret it?

No, he only hated himself for being too weak, too feeble to firmly hold that person in his grasp.

So, he would rather split his soul in two, just to obtain mighty power and oversee all living beings…

—In that case, would you be able to focus solely on me?

“Father, please…” The heart demon moaned and pressed the tip of his c*ck in his rear entrance, and entered inch by inch. 

Qin’s body trembled as an inadequately lubricated passage was forcibly pried open, the intense sensation of pain almost tearing him apart from within… A layer of perspiration formed on his back, soaking through the sheets beneath him.

With a fierce thrust, Qin’s unexpected moan escaped him, his vision flickering with bursts of light, nearly blacking out on the bed.

The perpetrator leaned low against his ear and said in a choked voice, “Daddy, I love you.” 

…Wu Que had never called him “Daddy.” He had always earnestly addressed him as “Father.”

In fact, when they were younger, Qin Duan had playfully teased him to call him like that once. The other person’s face turned crimson after uttering it softly, and he had mocked him about it for the whole day.

Since then, never again…

“Ah… hah… mmm…”

The dry passage was forcefully opened by Wu Que’s c*ck, Qin Duan’s body jerked violently a few times, trembling as if in spasms.

It hurt a lot—it seemed like there was bleeding, every pull and tug felt as though something was being extracted from within and then pushed back deep into the body.

“Dad, Dad. “

The inner demon whispered in his ear, as if only this way could he gain a hint of security from this consolation.

He thrust into him with such force like a bloody blade penetrating the soft interior of his inner walls. No one could claim it to be pleasant.

But if not like this, it seemed he couldn’t hold onto anything… Just like that time when his father had confined him to the bed, watching helplessly as he departed, witnessing his sole solace vanish into the vast night, leaving behind only a faint trace of moonlight.

He left, taking his entire world with him.

The inner demon gazed upon the face before them, a face that perfectly mirrored the one they had longed for day and night. They observed the slight gasp he took due to the pain, the furrowing of his brows in agony, and his face dampened by sweat…

A part of him was buried within, squeezed by the comfortable, moist and warm inner walls, bringing an unprecedented sense of solace.

And so, the movements in his hand involuntarily softened. The inner demon propped its on Qin’s body, burying its face in the chest moistened by sweat. He gently licked and nibbled on that thin layer of skin, as if trying to grasp his heart.

The pain within his body was no longer as intense as it had been at the beginning. After settling down, a numbness had set in. Qin Duan blinked and lowered his gaze to the slightly trembling little wolf cub, his emotions unclear. He tugged at the other’s hair, compelling him to lift his head.

The inner demon was momentarily taken aback, realizing they had indeed played into the other’s hands… Tears welled up in those fierce red pupils without warning, revealing a hint of vulnerability and confusion. Yet, the expression remained ferocious, like a lonely and wounded little beast, discreetly licking its own wounds.

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