Heroic Death System (BL)

ARC 12 : I AM AN EVIL PEN

But before that, he needed to have a physical body first. The most he could do as an evil pen was sign on some papers.

Fortunately, Wen Jingrong stopped dating other men and women. Shang Ke also stopped purposely creating trouble for Wen Jingrong. He wrote and spitted out ink when he was supposed to. He would focus on cultivating when he was free, intending to accumulate his power for a perfect meeting in the dream.

The third meeting was indeed very different. Shang Ke noticed that the dream scenery has changed. It has changed from a monotonous void space into Wen Jingrong’s room… It’s so uncreative. He could have tried an air fortress, Shangri-La or heaven for example.

Shang Ke was wearing a loose shirt while his two slender and long legs were bare. He stood in front of the french window and bathed in the sunlight.

Obviously, his current way of dressing came from Wen Jingrong’s imagination.

“You’re right, dreaming does need skills.” Wen Jingrong’s satisfied voice sounded behind him.

Shang Ke turned around slowly. His appearance was clearly revealed to Wen Jingrong for the very first time.

Wen Jingrong has imagined his appearance countless times in his mind. However, he only knew how much his imagination paled in comparison after seeing the real thing. He had seen countless amounts of beautiful people, yet none of them were able to move his heart as much as this person. Those clear eyes seemed to have long been engraved deep in his memories and only came to life now. His brows, eyes and lips… everything seem to be born for him.

Wen Jingrong’s heart beated uncontrollably. He pulled the person into his embrace almost without hesitation and lowered his head to kiss the person’s lips, leaving no gaps behind.

Everything in a dream always happens so fast. Shang Ke has yet to react when he was already pressed down on the bed, the shirt he was wearing in a mess. The man claimed him eagerly. The action seemed to be blurred out, sometimes stopping and sometimes continuing. However, the feeling of ecstasy was very real.

 
Shang Ke didn’t know how long they did it. His soul still felt the aftertaste of love after he left the dream world.

Aren’t things developing too quickly? He didn’t even get to say anything. All he did was moan!

Shang Ke was stunned. Soon afterwards, he was shocked to realise that he could actually condense to a human figure outside of the dream world too. He was still in his spiritual state, but the shaping was very complete, even the male features were revealed.

What’s going on? Although he was now able to enter the dream world relatively freely, it consumes quite a bit of his power each time. This time round, not only did his powers not get consumed, it even increased significantly.

As Shang Ke was pondering about it, Wen Jingrong also woke up from his dreams. His desire has yet to subside from his face and his bodily reaction was even more direct.

He walked into the bathroom with an unhappy face. Immediately, the sound of splashing water and rough breaths could be heard.

Shang Ke: “…”

Shang Ke didn’t need to guess to know. For a man full of vigour, a spring dream was naturally not enough to satisfy his lonely body.

Shang Ke’s thoughts paused. Wait, negative energy seems to include lust. This explains why his power increased. Earlier in the dream, he had absorbed the negative energy arising from lust.

His distress for finding himself a source of negative energy is so easily settled? He wouldn’t have to worry about his powers being exhausted anymore if he has a round with his man in the dream?