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Ever since Shi Qingxuan presented at fifteen, Shi Wudu has always been able to predict when her heats will hit, even when her cycle is irregular. Shi Qingxuan herself gets caught by surprise by it most times—scatterbrained as she is, more concerned with her social life than her own body—but Shi Wudu never misses the signs.
Besides the classic symptoms such as a sweeter scent and swollen breasts, she’s always crankier than usual for a whole month leading up to her heat. Though Shi Wudu has worked hard to make her develop healthy eating habits from very young, she’ll also become a fussy eater overnight. That’s usually easy to fix with the sting of Shi Wudu’s palm on her backside alone, but her proclivity for making twice as many demands as usual is a bit harder to manage.
As strict as Shi Wudu is, he’s not, in fact, used to denying his baby sister anything she wants. It’s been this way since they were small: anything Shi Qingxuan wanted; she got. Anything she didn’t want that Shi Wudu deemed she should have, she also got. Shi Wudu has always been very adamant on giving Shi Qingxuan things that are good for her that she doesn’t want, but he’s never been good at telling her there’s something she can’t have.
Therefore, when Shi Qingxuan starts showing signs that her heat is less than a week away, rubbing greedily against Shi Wudu every morning to soak up his scent and flaunt it to all fellow heavenly officials, Shi Wudu begins making arrangements. By the day Shi Qingxuan wakes up whining and whimpering due to the cramps, everything is ready. Shi Wudu has already cleared both his and Shi Qingxuan’s calendars for the next three days, but he still has Shi Qingxuan sit for a hearty, nutritious breakfast before even touching her.
“Ge, please, it hurts so much,” Qingxuan sobs around a mouthful of congee, rubbing her belly. She’s dawdling, as usual, her scent slightly sour from being made to wait. Her heat hasn’t fully settled in yet, but she’s never been a patient one. She always prefers it when Shi Wudu bullies it into starting sooner. “I’m not hungry. You made me eat so much for dinner last night, I don’t need more food.”
Shi Wudu clicks his tongue, fixing her with a stern look. “If it hurt that much, you’d stop being a brat and finish your meal at once. You never want to eat once it’s started. If you were less spoiled, maybe we could negotiate feeding you later; but all you want to do in between is sleep.” When a tear rolls down Qingxuan’s pink cheek, Shi Wudu closes his eyes and sighs. “If you’re good, Shi Qingxuan, gege has a treat ready for you. Don’t make me regret it.”
That sparks Shi Qingxuan’s interest. Through pitiful little sniffles, she empties her congee bowl and gnaws on a few pieces of fruit. More tears are shed when Shi Wudu sits her in his lap and squeezes her cheeks to force her to drink her medicine, but most of it successfully goes down her throat on the first try. Shi Wudu cannot risk knocking her up—Qingxuan can barely take good care of herself, she’s no different to a baby.
After that, once Shi Qingxuan’s eyes are glazed over and her cheeks are flushed a bright pink, Shi Wudu grabs her by the hand and begins walking her to his own chambers. Shi Qingxuan stumbles on her shaky legs multiple times but Shi Wudu doesn’t sweep her into his arms just yet—he knows Qingxuan is just being spoiled. While he’s usually never one to dole out affection sparingly, he’s already prepared a gift for Qingxuan today. Being too soft on her will only encourage her to be bratty.
“Qingxuan,” he calls, once they’ve reached the doors to his room. He grabs Shi Qingxuan by her arms and turns her around, then leans down to give her an eye-level stern look. “Rules: you’ll listen to everything I tell you. You won’t touch anything I don’t give you explicit permission to touch, and you won’t ask for anything that isn’t offered to you. Is that understood?”
Shi Qingxuan is panting, already squeezing her thighs tightly together; the sweetness of her slick permeating the air and clinging to it. She’s biting hard on her bottom lip. Shi Wudu tugs at it gently and pinches her hip until she lets go. “Yes, ge, I promise. Please, please, please, you’ve already made me wait so long, I might die—”
Shi Wudu hushes her sharply and exhales through his nose, doing his best to appear annoyed rather than affected by her impatience and her delicious scent. “You won’t die. Don’t be ridiculous. Gege will take good care of you, don’t you forget. As long as you’re good, you shall have anything you want.”
He leans in and kisses her temple, looping an arm around her waist to stroke the small of her back. At this, Shi Qingxuan slumps, and Shi Wudu barely manages to catch her on time. Despite himself, he chuckles when Shi Qingxuan nuzzles his chest with a small whimper. Shi Wudu loves complaining a lot about how much of a handful his little sister is, but in all truth, he adores how needy she gets when she goes into heat. There’s little Shi Wudu would rather be doing for the next three days other than his dear, darling baby sister.
“Not yet, baobei. Gege needs you to stay awake for a little longer. You wouldn’t want to miss your gift just because you’re too busy crying on my knot, would you?”
“Ge!” Shi Qingxuan protests, a high-pitched, embarrassed little whine. “Don’t say it like that! I don’t—I don’t always cry; you’re being so mean. You’re making it sound like I’m…like I’m…”
“It’s alright,” Shi Wudu croons, catching a tear with his thumb and wiping it off Qingxuan’s plump cheek. “You know there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m only taking care of you. If I don’t, who will? There’s no one better fit than me to look after all your needs. If you cry, you cry. It makes sense that you’d struggle taking my knot, other than when you’re in heat, you never have anything go in there. You’re still so tight…”
He stops when he realizes his words are doing nothing but further nudge Qingxuan into that little heady headspace of an omega in heat. She’s already rubbing against him, her eyes half-lidded—at this pace, Shi Wudu won’t be able to hold back for much longer either. It’s hard to reel in her alpha instincts once Qingxuan is at her neediest, begging for his attention.
So he spins her around and pushes the doors open, cradling her chin in his hand to tip her face up and ensure that she’s gets a good look what waits for her inside. Shi Qingxuan freezes for a second, all little shivers running through her body stopping altogether. She stares in disbelief for what feels like a full incense stick time, blinking in confusion.
Shi Wudu lets her take her time, wiping a small trail of drool from her chin. Then, once he can be sure that Shi Qingxuan has fully taken in the sight, he kisses her cheek and smiles against it. “Do you like your gift, Qingxuan? It wasn’t easy to arrange. But you’re always whining about how much you love this little friend of yours, how much you’d like to spend more time with him—you know what I think about you spending time alone with boys. But I don’t see why you can’t play with him under my supervision.”
Not that Ming Yi will be allowed to do any playing, or to even touch—but Shi Wudu is gracious enough that, for the sake of his little sister’s happiness, he’s willing to let him watch. And he and Qingxuan both should be very grateful for it. Shi Wudu understands the importance of letting Shi Qingxuan explore friendships with other heavenly officials. And he’s willing to accommodate—as long as he’s still in charge.
“I can see why you two get along so well,” Shi Wudu says. “He was just as difficult as you always are. As I said, it wasn’t easy, but in the end he’s just as young as you are. So inexperienced…you see now why I can’t leave you in anyone else’s hands, don’t you, Qingxuan?”
“Ge…” Qingxuan croaks, tearfully. “You can’t let him be here! Not while you…not while you…”
Shi Wudu feels his mouth twitch. It’s unlike Shi Qingxuan to be all self-conscious. The situation seems worse than he initially imagined. Qingxuan cares more about how this boy sees her than about her own needs. But it’s okay, because that’s precisely why Shi Wudu is doing this. So Ming Yi and Shi Qingxuan learn, both, that she belongs to him alone. Only he knows best what Shi Qingxuan needs.
“It’s okay,” Shi Wudu soothes, kissing her hot cheek. “He may not lay a hand on you, Qingxuan, but while you rest I will for sure lay mine on him. That way it will be fair. If you lay open and vulnerable for his eyes to feast, so shall he. Didn’t I tell you that this is a gift for you?”
Ming Yi could certainly use a taming of his own, after all. The brat certainly is just as pretty as Qingxuan, with that fine, scholarly face of his that’s unfitting for an alpha; and his plump lips permanently twisted into a frown. He’s currently scowling at him, his eyes fierce even when he’s been shackled to his bedpost for four days now, and even when he’s been rendered entirely unthreatening by an immortal-binding rope. Shi Wudu can very clearly see what captivated Shi Qingxuan about him.
He can break him in just fine. He’s very confident in his own abilities. “I’ll teach him a couple lessons,” he promises. “A long, nice spanking should teach him not to touch what’s not his—as you’ve long learned that you’re mine, Qingxuan, haven’t you? You wouldn’t happen to need a refresher.”
A small shudder runs down Shi Qingxuan’s back. Her scent sweetens, telling Shi Wudu how, despite her trembling bottom lip, she’s clearly not frightened at all by his words. She seems reassured now that she knows she won’t be the only one coming undone tonight. She even seems a little excited.
Shi Wudu slips a hand between her thighs and begins smoothing it up, reaching underneath her thin sleeping robe. From his position, it’s easy to smirk at Ming Yi—at He Xuan.
“Be good for gege, you two,” he purrs. “And you’ll be rewarded.”