Chapter 110: The Return Journey and Hidden Secrets

“Speak up—what exactly do you want? If it’s just that you haven’t seen a man in thousands of years and want to taste one, there are plenty in the pool; no need to do it here—”

“Hmph, no need to do it here? Why not?”

Seeing that his threat had the intended effect, Qilu’s large hand continued to wander, brushing the edge of a certain rod, causing it to stiffen sharply. The expression of the person in his arms shifted. At this, a more playful glint appeared in Qilu’s eyes.

“Heh, why so quiet all of a sudden? No need to do it here—what, tease you? Or play with you? Heh!”

“Hmph!”

Wang Luo let out a cold snort, clearly displeased, casting a frosty glance at Qilu. His thoughts churned with mixed emotions; he truly couldn’t fathom what the damned Qilu wanted, why he clung so stubbornly. Suddenly, a thought struck him.

“You’re from Earth?!”

“Yeah, not only am I from Earth, but I’m also a fellow Earthling. Anyone who sees me breaking the rules knows I’m a traveler from another world, and that I’ve become a protagonist. Nothing strange about that; my path fits perfectly into the clichés of a melodramatic novel!”

Upon hearing this, Qilu showed no surprise. Calm and measured, he spoke, a flicker of memory passing through his eyes before it was swallowed by the faint, invisible flames burning within him. His wandering hand involuntarily tightened its grip.

“How did you cross over?”

Forcing himself to ignore the wandering hand on his body, shutting down his sensual nerves, Wang Luo prepared to distract Qilu with conversation—and distract himself as well.

“I’m not entirely sure. I was drinking at a bar, then suddenly felt dizzy and crossed over. You’re the fourth traveler I’ve seen. Among the previous ones, one was even my old lover. Unexpectedly, when he saw me, he only wanted to devour the fragment of my soul left behind, saying there can only ever be one protagonist—a real novel fanatic!”

“Have you thought about going back?”

“Going back? Heh, who hasn’t thought about it?”

As if Wang Luo’s conversational strategy had taken effect, or perhaps because he’d suddenly revealed a deep secret, Qilu’s mood darkened somewhat. Wang Luo felt the wandering hand stop its roaming and settle firmly on his rear.

“According to the history left by those before us, you’re the greatest genius the Heavenly Profound Continent has seen in ten thousand years. Haven’t you found a way home?”

“Every traveler is a genius, but the path home isn’t so easy to find. These lingering souls are remnants from when I first arrived in the Sacred Domain—all my memories stop there. If my original self hadn’t later reinforced and strengthened me, I would have disappeared from history long ago!”

“Back then, I never gave up searching for a way home. But in the end, I realized that the world I live in now is actually—heh, some things are better not known too early. I only learned certain secrets after reaching the Sacred Domain. Based on what I knew then, I definitely wouldn’t find the way home, and the chances of my downfall were very high!”

“You know you’re destined to fall?”

Hearing Qilu’s words, Wang Luo frowned deeply. If even Qilu couldn’t find a way back, then perhaps he never could. Though he had no family on Earth besides Li Lei, if there were a way back, Wang Luo believed he’d return without hesitation.

“Yes, I know I will fall eventually. And when that moment comes, it will surely be spectacular, because since now, I’ve been unraveling a secret—a secret no one else dares to touch!”

“What secret?”

Curious, Wang Luo asked, pondering what kind of secret could threaten the entire Heavenly Profound Continent, one so dangerous that even its greatest genius in ten thousand years died because of it.

“Want to know the secret? How about spending a night together first?”

The teasing words, warm and breathy, suddenly whispered again, spraying near his ear. The rampaging hand resumed its conquest. Wang Luo’s face stiffened abruptly.

“No need to be so nervous. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. The more embarrassed you are, the more interested I become. Captivating you, playing with you—that’s what all the fellows want!”

“How about we keep talking?”

With no strategy left and the scorching hand distracting him, Wang Luo felt a bit disoriented. The occasional friction between his rod and the hand only deepened his confusion. Youthful vitality was a force that refused to be suppressed.

“Nope, I don’t want to chat. I haven’t made love in a long time. I want to make love!”

Pouting and acting coquettish, Qilu shook Wang Luo’s body gently. Wang Luo instantly broke out in goosebumps; Qilu had suddenly become far too effeminate.

“Ah, I can’t take it anymore, Qilu. Aren’t there some men over there? Why do you have to pick me?”

Wang Luo felt like crying in despair. He was truly disgusted by Qilu. This was the first time he’d met such an effeminate man, and it was almost unbearable.

“Tch, I’m still on your side. Looks like you have some receptive tendencies, maybe half and half. Doesn’t matter. So, do you want to make love or not? I’ve got my eye on you!”

“You’re not handsome, but you give off a good vibe. There’s a mix of rejection and a little desire to be taken. Any fellow would probably want to jump you. That kind of contradiction is quite tempting!”

With that, Qilu pinned Wang Luo down, flipped over, and licked the purple pearl with a look of savoring. Without waiting for Wang Luo’s reaction, he prepared to force himself on him.

“Wait! It’s boring if I’m the only passive one. There’s a perfect hermaphrodite in the pool. He definitely fits your taste. Why don’t you try him instead?”

In his panic and with no other options, Wang Luo dragged Qilu over, hoping to divert his attention. Though he longed for it, he knew he couldn’t give in—he feared being trapped forever in this cycle, destroyed by it.

“You mean that perfect one? Fine, if you don’t mind, we can do a threesome!”

Hearing the first part, Wang Luo breathed a sigh of relief. ThoughI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.