After Being Forced Into This Obsessive Love, the Master Is Starting to Get a Little Hooked - Chapter 7

After a long while, Bian Menghan finally stopped sobbing and reluctantly pulled away from Shi Changting’s shoulder.

He got off the bed to fetch a bowl of medicinal soup. “Master, this is the medicinal meal just brought from the dining hall. The temperature is just right now. Please drink it, Master.”

He slowly crawled back onto the bed and handed it to Shi Changting with both hands.

As Shi Changting reached to take it, he noticed Bian Menghan’s hands quickly pull back slightly. The movement was small, and the distance was minimal, but it looked just like a maiden in the throes of first love acting coy and playing hard to get.

Shi Changting was startled by the thought that had suddenly popped into his mind. What in the world is this!

This is absurd!

What maiden love is this?

He frowned slightly, and a few question marks seemed to appear above his head.

???

Bian Menghan began to smile slowly, the corners of his lips curling upward, his voice containing a trace of hard-to-detect excitement. “Master is injured. Let this disciple feed you.”

Being fed medicine by a man was still a bit too bizarre for someone like Shen Xiuwen, who came from the modern era, and he was not accustomed to being served like this. He subconsciously retorted, “I will drink it myself.”

Bian Menghan stared at Shi Changting without blinking, a strange and obsessive light flashing in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Shi Changting could not read it.

Bian Menghan repeated himself word for word, his gaze dark and unfathomable. “Master is injured. It is better if this disciple feeds you.”

…Ah this…

This person really has a streak of stubbornness.

Shi Changting, who had just made up his mind to be devoted and accommodating to Bian Menghan, did not expect to receive his disciple’s kindness first.

Forget it.

Although he was not used to it, since Bian Menghan had made the request, he would not refuse. It was not worth making him unhappy over such a trivial matter. Since the disciple was finally showing some goodwill, he should not dampen his enthusiasm.

“All right…”

In the next second, Shi Changting obediently moved his body forward and parted his lips slightly.

As his lips parted, Bian Menghan could almost hear a nonexistent sound. His hand holding the bowl trembled imperceptibly, and he nearly spilled the contents all over the master’s bed.

Bian Menghan fed the medicine to Shi Changting, one spoonful at a time. The medicinal broth was incredibly thick and bitter, causing Shi Changting to frown subconsciously.

Bian Menghan watched as the white porcelain spoon went in and out of Shi Changting’s mouth time after time. Each time, his lips seemed reluctant to let go, wrapping tightly around the spoon, and with every movement, a drop or two of the dark medicine would spill out, sliding down Shi Changting’s jaw.

Bian Menghan felt his throat tighten. “Is it very bitter?”

“No, it is not bitter.” Shi Changting smiled, unfolding a devastatingly beautiful smile that could topple nations.

Bian Menghan’s heart skipped a beat, but his mind remained clear. “It seems it is bitter.”

“It really is no…”

Bian Menghan wiped the medicinal stain from the corner of Shi Changting’s mouth. The temperature from his touch felt like an electric shock traveling through his body. His actions carried a sense of ambiguous intimacy. “Master still likes to say one thing while meaning another.”

Shi Changting: “…………”

I feel like he is the master and I am the disciple.

Bian Menghan set the medicine aside and went to the dining hall to fetch some preserved fruits and candied snacks, forcing Shi Changting to eat them.

Shi Changting thought to himself, “Actually, I do not like sweets.”

Bitter, huh.

Just endure it and it will pass.

But sticking to the principle of spoiling the disciple without a brain, he was willing to make concessions for everything. As for boundaries, they could be adjusted if necessary.

In the evening, Bian Menghan guarded Shi Changting’s sleep as usual. Only this time, they were not sharing the bed. Bian Menghan slept on a small cot in the outer room so he could respond to Shi Changting’s summons at any time.

Shi Changting could not sleep at all. He lay on the bed, carefully calculating the possible trajectory of the future plot.

As it appeared now, there was nothing unusual about Bian Menghan, nor were there any signs of him turning black. He still had a long way to go to cultivate him into a righteous and upright young man. What should he do next?

He toyed with a lock of his long hair, wrapping it around his finger, when his mind suddenly recalled an extremely important point he had been ignoring.

That is, as a demonic cultivator, what did Bian Menghan come to the Immortal Sect for?

It certainly was not to imprison me.

Then it was for…

That is it!

Shi Changting slapped his thigh. How could he have forgotten this?

Bian Menghan was the youngest son of the current Demon Lord, born of the union between the Demon Lord and a member of the demon race. Because his mother was beautiful but of low status, neither the Demon Lord nor the Demon Empress liked him.

It was not until Bian Menghan grew up and showed extraordinary talent that the Demon Lord begrudgingly acknowledged his status and let him return to the ancestral fold.

However, Bian Menghan, who thought life would get better after returning, did not expect to fall into yet another abyss.

He was handsome, with pale and slender features, and was brutally abused by the demon elders and his brothers. They made him kneel on the ground every day, wearing a dog collar, crawling around, his body covered in whip scars. Sometimes, new wounds would appear before the old ones had faded.

To escape this fate, he made a deal with his biological demon father. He would use himself as bait, lurking in the Immortal Sect to steal a piece of immortal equipment for his dead-beat dad.

An immortal weapon capable of destroying heaven and earth.

The sect’s most precious treasure, guarded for generations.

The Heaven-Extinguishing Sword.

It was said that this sword was incredibly sharp and possessed extraordinary power, even having slain the Celestial Emperor tens of thousands of years ago.

As long as Bian Menghan could steal it and offer it to the Demon Lord, the Demon Lord promised to grant him the status and dignity he deserved.

Bian Menghan had no choice but to agree.

And the rest, as they knew, was history.

After Bian Menghan stole the item, he abducted Shi Changting along the way, returned to the Demon Realm to report his mission, gained power and status, and from then on, lived a life of unrestrained happiness with Shi Changting.

No, no!

Where did that come from!

I have let my imagination run wild again.

Shi Changting wanted to punch himself. He had almost forgotten that he was Shi Changting now, and his brain could not help but arrange some inappropriate for children content for Shi Changting.

He meticulously unraveled the plot, slowly finding the logic.

The righteous and upright plan could be put aside for now. Since Bian Menghan came for the Heaven-Extinguishing Sword, would giving it to him not solve everything?

Once he completed his mission, they would naturally go their separate ways.

They would never have to deal with each other again!

The more Shi Changting thought about it, the more excited he became.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

That is the logic!

Tomorrow, no, he would go and get the Heaven-Extinguishing Sword right now, and strive to send this god of plague away by dawn.

He tumbled out of bed with a thud, and the movement was loud enough that Bian Menghan flew up from his cot and rushed to Shi Changting’s side, thinking he had been attacked.

“Master!”

“Uh…” Shi Changting knew he had made too much noise, and he pulled the corner of his lips into a dry, awkward smile. “Master is fine. I just wanted to go for a walk.”

The veins on Bian Menghan’s forehead relaxed. He let out a sigh of relief. “This disciple will accompany you.”

“There is no need. You had a hard night. Get some rest.”

Bian Menghan was unmoved, saying stiffly, “This disciple will accompany you.”

Here we go again.

Shi Changting sighed silently, knowing he could not refuse him. But he truly could not take him along to find the Heaven-Extinguishing Sword.

Who takes someone along to buy their own gift?

Where is the surprise in that?

Furthermore, it would easily expose that he knew the purpose of Bian Menghan’s infiltration, which was dangerous and could lead to him being silenced. According to his plan, the gift of the sword had to be natural and not deliberate. I give, you receive, everyone is happy.

Just as Shi Changting was at a loss, the voice of another disciple suddenly sounded at the door, saying that Lan Qiao wished to see him.