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23 / male / men / 9♣

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My Self-Summary

Lan Sizhui is a cultivator from Ancient China, where he spent most of his time hunting monsters, ghosts, spirits, et cetera and so forth. He has an extremely calm and refined exterior, his appearance is dignified, but he's usually seen with a faint smile.

He is a Good Boy and will likely try to befriend anyone, even if they're not too friendly themselves.

My Future Plans

It may sound like the same thing a lot of people are saying, but I would like to finish the game here, however necessary, and perhaps finally get to go back home.

My Talents

I'm well-versed in sword-fighting, martial arts, horseback riding, archery, playing the guqin, cooking, gardening. I could list many more things, although I think that's a pretty broad enough list of some things I enjoy doing.

Ah, well, perhaps meditating too?

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I've read too many books to choose just one. I've not seen many movies, but if I had to pick one out of the few I have, I would go with Strange Magic. Besides my own, perhaps piano music? Jazz and classical are also top-tier choices. As for food choices... as long as it's edible, I'm not all that picky.

My Ideal Partner

People who aren't going to judge if my shape changes? Because that's a thing that happens at the end of every month.

Oh! I suppose, ah, durable partners would be important.

Height 5'6" Body Type Slim but toned in the arms and legs. Smokes No. Drinks Sometimes. Drugs No... Sign Sign? Capricorn Education Well-educated Occupation Cultivator? Income ??? Children None. Pets I had a cute little group of these creatures called Pokémon back on the last world I was on. Hobbies Besides what was listed above?

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01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns...?

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Both, depending.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Both. Again, situation depending.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Does this really matter?

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Tea.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Yes.

Personality Type
Protagonist: ENFJ-A

ENERGY

68%

Extraverted

MIND

62%

Intuitive

NATURE

71%

Feeling

TACTICS

88%

Judging

IDENTITY

86%

Assertive

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Comments

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[ temptation is a difficult battle for Getou Suguru. there's his own self-control, a discipline he's whipped and worked since childhood, a firmly held belief that temperance is important, moral, and the challenge worth pursuing. he goes to bed at a decent hour and gets up at another; he keeps up with his training and follows the rules and doesn't use his technique without proper approval; he keeps his desires in check, no matter how easy or difficult. — but then there are the times when indulgence creeps its way in, as it always must, and the battle is over before it began. he has a taste for fine dining, the best clothes, the strongest flavors that turn anything on his tongue hot and sweet. never mind those bottled-up hormones and the aphrodisiac getting to him, setting his skin alight — making Lan Sizhui's ass rocking back into him so plush and sweet that it fills the angel on his shoulder's mouth all full of cotton. ]

[ it's the dam break of his self-control that makes him want to fist up that long hair and fuck him into the gas tank right here and right now. ]

You're very cute.

[ his discipline, and maybe sadism, is what slows him. he liked playing with his food at the best of times. the hand on his own makes him smirk — not stopping him, but marking his unraveling. Getou wants to see more of it. his hips press back, scooting forward on the seat — and it pushes Sizhui's groin more into the gas tank between his legs, the heavy stripe of Getou's chest against his back keeping him pressed into that vibration, from the root of the berries to the tip of the tree. ]

Concentrate, [ he reminds, his own hand ever so gently guiding his back to the handlebars. he checks back in, taking over some control as he tilts the wheel into an item: an ice block that will make the entire path behind him slick, spinning out anyone who crosses it. a few fingers guide him to the button to activate it, while his other hand slips down between his hips, pressing on on his pubic mound, as sinfully low as he can get. ]

Squeeze whenever you're ready.

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[strangely (or maybe not so much?), sizhui and getou have lived somewhat similar lives; self-control, discipline, rule-following, and training are all things sizhui's rigorously been taught and he'd never once wavered— at least not until arriving on noctium. intimacy had sort of been another thing drilled into him by that point because it was either producing the energy the planet needs or become a gemstone statue for the rest of your life, which he imagines wouldn't have been anyone's actual choice. regulating himself, sexual activities included, became harder in that situation, to the point he eventually did give in, and once he had, it was like a thirst that couldn't be quenched. it's better now, he would like to think, but then there are people like getou who come along and prove him wrong with such a simple gesture.

—okay, perhaps less simple by this point, but the fact remains: it didn't take much to get him to bend.

any other day, sizhui might say ‘thank you,’ but for whatever reason, that just doesn't seem right in this moment. instead, he makes a soft whine in the back of his throat, somehow managing to regain some semblance of self-control so he doesn't immediately try writhing back against getou again. not that it matters when the larger male has no qualms about making it all the more difficult for sizhui's concentration. how is he supposed to do that when he's now distracted by the vibrating up against his groin?

how? he swallows thickly, snaps his attention toward their hands, watching as he's guided back to the handlebars and getou briefly leads them, giving him that fleeting moment to catch his breath, which he holds long enough to maintain that getou's helping show him where the button is for the item they've just collected, and it's gone as quickly as it'd come once that other hand reaches down between his legs. oh, there's just no way he'll be able to continue like this . . . well. unless?]

Wh-What do I get if— if we win? [something else to concentrate on, as it were; a goal to work toward.]

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[ the shivery quality of those words douses gasoline on the firepit in his belly, but it's his whine that's really rattling around in his head, the honey all over the sticky bait trap. it's irresistible — the perfect, pale column of Sizhui's neck. there's very little warning when Getou's other arm wraps around a more slender torso and holds him captively still as his jaw tilts... and his teeth sink. ]

[ the lovebite doesn't break skin, but it's enough to jolt and smart, his lips closing on that fluttering pulse, the lash of tongue and suck enough to leave the skin flushed, hot, chilled, smarting, and sweet. another: softer, suckling the delicate patch of skin just behind his ear. ]

Too uncreative to say "anything your mind can conjure", isn't it? [ this intimate, smoky voice right up against his ear is almost overwhelmed by the trilling, musical white noise all around them, a secret just for Sizhui. and he very much does wonder what this mind could conjure as his lips and teeth graze across the edge of his ear. ] Let's see... at third, we'll move on to another game and resume your torment.

[ this, apparently. this is "torment", the way his hand is oh so gently kneading so low on Sizhui's belly that if it were against skin his fingertips would be fondling black curls. ] Or maybe begin mine. In second place, we'll find something more private.

If you finish in first, [ and his mouth is a smile against Sizhui's neck, because he himself is already laughing at his own words: ] I'll finish in you.

[ and maybe that's the riskiest option. a hedonistic, primal part of him has always taken what it wants when it wants it; giving that animal even a yellow flag is precarious. it's meant to be shrugged off as a titillating joke anyway. ]

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[just when sizhui believes things can't get worse (see also: better), that arm latches around him, effectively keeping him further in place, really securing the fact he can't go anywhere and can't do much else except squirm and whimper unless he puts some actual fight into his actions, which isn't what he wants at all. especially not when those teeth find his neck, bite down and—

his body starts at the pleasurable sensation it sends zippering up his spine, his hands grip harder and, even though it makes it somewhat difficult to see as well, he tilts, allowing getou more room, another shiver running through him after he's moved to the spot behind his ear instead; it's a sensitive spot regardless, but depending on the side, getou will feel him tense harder if it's the left, as that's where his suit mark is located and he's been trying so hard to keep it hidden and in check, it's almost embarrassing how easily the gentler gesture makes him whimper a second time.]

A little, perhaps... [not a complaint, however, considering there are many things his mind could conjure up for this scenario. mostly, his mind wanders to the idea of getou actually fucking him on the bike, whether in the position they currently are or something different, that's what he's focused on with the other man mercilessly teasing his ear and groping him so freely. gods, he could probably get off just like this, sandwiched between getou's body and the bike, but. but. he greedily wants so much more.

third place is tempting, as is second, thinking about where they could go that might be more private, but it's first place that truly has him perking, his eyes instantly all the way open. he can feel that smile, the amusement in getou's words and while he may think it a joke, sizhui's taking it as a challenge.]

Finish in me, huh? [his voice is still soft, but it's firmer now, filled with determination.] Is that a promise?

[because if so, it's time to get serious here; he's already nearing third place, a spot he can easily overtake, and when he does, his hand shifts, his finger presses down on the button and he activates the ice-block they'd collected moments ago, picking up speed along the way.]