Maybe in this new life of his nobody but him knew, his martial siblings as clueless as ever about his slutty side, but Qinghua could never forget where he came from.
Other people resorted to what he did out of desperation.
But Qinghua was doing fine with his novel, there was no reason for him to sell off his body and letting others use him to satisfy their carnal lust.
He was obsessed with the thrill it brought him, the feeling of lightning
It began innocent enough this obsession of his.
He was curious and turned to one of his more shady 'friends' for help.
He was dragged into the world of carnal lust just like that. Selling of his virginity had brought him some good cash and selling off every other /first/ of his
Brought even more money to the table.
Qinghua didn’t use the money, his eyes fixated on the pleasure his 'clients' brought him.
Writing the Novel was a hobby, something to pass by the time until he could go to his corner again and get that sweet sweet drug called pleasure again
It amused him how fixated his readers were on his dumpster fire of a novel.
How pitiful and useless they were. Raging against him as if he cared for their opinion more than for how many cocks he could take that night.
He cared not for their reasons or problems.
But now he was here, in his own dumpster fire of a novel and he had to hide his real nature from his martial 'siblings'.
Qinghua doesn’t care. He climbed the ladder to succession because he needed money and power to get a grab at his obsession again.
And slowly, he began.
An Ding was a Mystery for outsiders.
No other Peak Lord cared to see what the weakest Peak was up too and Qinghua used it to his advantage.
An Ding took less than a year to become his paradise.
Outside they still Funktion as a sect, but inside they were depraved as can be.
Most girls of known and rich households weren’t introduced to their inner workings, only the commoner girls got to know what the males were up to.
Qinghua had broken in quite a few girls, the younger ones at least since most boys were used to the well trained holes of boys.
He didn’t like that work, he was bi but he did swing more for cock than pussy.
Still he made them feel good, showing them how good it felt to take cock.
The An Ding Peak Lord was just happy he could summon his largest disciples to… help him relax after each girl.
It was a rare day were he wasn’t busy being bent over his desk and made to take it.
Shang Qinghua shook with pleasure, naked body tense with the effort to hold him up over the others' clothed lap.
Plush hips twitched in an aborted move downwards as thick fingers teased his little pussy, lightly running up and down between his pussylips, making him even more wet than he already was.
He wouldn’t have written so much papapa scenes without being shameless and also doing his fair share of… research.
What others called impossible positions to get it on, he called ‘daring’.
It wasn’t impossible, people are only massive cowards and need to calm the fuck down. With a bit of courage and good preparation, everything was possible.
He would know, SQH willingly turned gay for the sake of his research. He had to know how the women felt to write the scene!
Luckily, he had hit the jackpot with an acquaintance and as such, most of his research was easily doable.
Except that gangbang one. It had taken them /weeks/ to find people willing to let themselves be filmed fucking a guy.
Fricking homophobic law department, it made his life-