After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

Yu Linzhou stroked his chin thoughtfully: "You mean, before he looks for someone else, I'll exhaust his energy first, then he won't want to leave?"

Jiang Che felt that something was off about the metaphor, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

He nodded: "That's one way to understand it."

Yu Linzhou seemed to have figured something out and waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

Jiang Che retreated to the courtyard gate, completely bewildered, and placed the pills he had brought on the stone table before leaving.

The courtyard fell silent again.

Yu Linzhou picked up the pill and was about to put it in his mouth as usual, but his fingers suddenly stopped the next second.

He stared at the pill on his fingertip for a moment, then, remembering what he was going to do next, put the pill back into the bottle.

Would it be better not to take medication in order to do what needs to be done next?

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt. From his collarbone down, a patch of black scale-like patterns slowly emerged on his skin, spreading from his chest to his abdomen.

He touched the scale with his fingertip; its body temperature was much lower than normal, and it felt slightly cool to the touch.

But for him, his body temperature was still too high.

This was the bestial nature he had always suppressed.

Around the time of the full moon, his body temperature would gradually rise, and even the flow of spiritual energy would become somewhat sluggish.

Snakes are inherently lustful.

During this period of time, he would use elixirs to suppress it.

Otherwise, if he feels too uncomfortable, he will become agitated and do some irrational things.

However, this method only treats the symptoms, not the root cause; the wild nature of animals cannot be easily suppressed.

Blocking is not as good as letting things flow, unless he finds a way to relieve the pressure.

He chose to take medication precisely because he didn't want to seek help from others.

Yu Linzhou resealed the jade bottle and set it aside.

He straightened his clothes and tied his belt.

Perhaps he could try not taking the medication.

If the other party is Lin Zhixu...

He didn't seem to feel any aversion.

He was his apprentice, completely under his control, and easily obtained, so there was no need for him to resist.

……

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhixu was awakened by an unusual breathing sound.

He opened his eyes in the darkness and met a pair of glowing, dark red vertical pupils.

My heart pounded against my chest.

He instinctively turned over to touch the sword on the bedside table, but as soon as his hand touched the hilt, his wrist was grabbed and he was pressed back onto the bed.

Shh, don't move.

Yu Linzhou's voice came down from above, a few decibels lower and hoarseer than usual.

Lin Zhixu felt that the fingers gripping his wrist were very strong, and he couldn't break free at all.

What froze him even more was the temperature of the other person's palm, which was not as cool as it was when they occasionally touched it, but was scorching hot.

Alarm bells rang in his mind: [System!]

The system didn't respond. It was as if something was blocking it out; my mind was completely silent.

"Master," Lin Zhixu forced himself to remain calm, his voice still tense, "What are you trying to do, barging into your disciple's room in the middle of the night?"

Yu Linzhou did not answer.

In the darkness, those vertical pupils narrowed slightly, as if scrutinizing someone, or perhaps enduring something.

He slowly loosened his grip on Lin Zhixu's wrist, moved it a few inches upward, pried Lin Zhixu's fingers apart one by one, pulled the sword from his palm, and casually tossed it at the foot of the bed.

Without weapons, Lin Zhixu felt even more insecure.

"I'm not feeling well," Yu Linzhou said in a low voice, as if talking to himself. "I feel a bit unwell."

Lin Zhixu felt a throbbing pain in his temples: "If you're not feeling well, go take some medicine. What's the use of coming to me?"

Yu Linzhou lowered his head, resting his forehead on Lin Zhixu's shoulder, and chuckled softly, "I used to suppress it with medicine, but I don't want to take medicine this time."

Lin Zhixu sat stiffly against him, able to feel the low rumble in Yu Linzhou's chest as he spoke, and the unusual heat emanating from his body.

He suddenly remembered a setting about the bloodline of the Bashe snake in the original work.

Snakes are inherently lustful; their body temperature rises on the night of a full moon, and without a remedy to suppress it, they will…

His thoughts were interrupted by a slight stinging pain in his shoulder socket.

Yu Linzhou turned his head at some point, his nose brushing against the side of his neck, carrying a faint, cool fragrance and a hot breath.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Linzhou's voice was muffled on his shoulder. "Thinking about what kind of monster I am? Thinking that I really am no good?"

He chuckled softly. "You're right."

"You—" Lin Zhixu hadn't finished speaking when Yu Linzhou raised his hand and covered his mouth.

"Didn't you want to find someone to cultivate with?"

Lin Zhixu's eyes widened.

"I said no because I don't want anyone else to touch you." Yu Linzhou slowly raised his head, his vertical pupils glowing with a dark red light in the darkness. "I am your master, so I should teach you. This kind of thing should naturally be taught to me personally."

Lin Zhixu shuddered: "...I don't think it's necessary. Let's not trouble Master."

Yu Linzhou narrowed his eyes, a pleased smile curving his lips.

He grabbed Lin Zhixu's wrists with one hand and pressed them against the pillow, while with the other hand he hooked the tie of his undergarment and slowly pulled it out.

"It's no trouble at all. How can serving my apprentice be considered trouble?" He lowered his head, his tone as if coaxing a ruffled cat, "Alright, stop talking and just enjoy yourself."

Lin Zhixu: "..."

……

When Lin Zhixu regained consciousness, it was already broad daylight.

He struggled to open his eyes and realized that his vision was still blurry.

"...Are you ever going to stop? Are you trying to fuck me to death?"

His hoarse and unpleasant voice startled even himself.

"Awake? Don't worry, it'll be over soon." Yu Linzhou brushed aside his hair, wanting to lower his head to kiss him, but Lin Zhixu turned his head away to avoid it.

Yu Linzhou's eyes darkened, and he suddenly exerted even more force.

Lin Zhixu: "!!!"

……

Another hour passed.

The two were locked in a fierce struggle over who should be on top when Jiang Che's voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Junior Brother Lin, the Newcomer Competition is about to begin. Are you going to participate this time? I just went to look for Immortal Venerable Feng Heng, but he wasn't there, so I came to find you."

Lin Zhixu froze abruptly, a wave of shame washing over him.

Startled by his sudden tension, Yu Linzhou gasped.

Yu Linzhou looked up at him, his tone teasing: "Someone's calling you. If you don't answer, he might barge in."

Lin Zhixu gritted his teeth, trying to keep his voice calm: "Senior Brother Jiang, I'm here. I'm packing my things, I'll be there soon, you can go first."

"Okay, then don't be late."

Jiang Che's footsteps finally faded into the distance.

Lin Zhixu collapsed onto Yu Linzhou, his body so limp that he couldn't even lift his fingertips.

Those few words he just spoke almost exhausted all his willpower.

"Hurry up," he said, his eyes closed and his voice hoarse, "we're about to miss the appointed time. Haven't you been looking forward to this for a long time? Why are you dawdling like this at the last minute?"

Yu Linzhou chuckled softly, turned him over, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and pulled him back into his embrace: "Alright, alright, I'll try my best. Relax, don't be so tense."

Lin Zhixu groaned, buried his face in the blankets, and closed his eyes in a defiant manner.