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"Do you want to become a swan?"
"..."
"A what?"
A typical person being transmigrated into a novel is one thing, but turning into a swan at night inside said novel is another thing.
Maybe also escaping death by the skin of your tee...
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Merry Christmas! All parts will contain some spicy content, explicit content will be warned before hand. None of these are relevant to the plot, only scenarios that were scrapped when I was writing.
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*•Hua Cheng•* Teasing and Tea (Slightly Explicit)
"Shit...ahn-" Y/n's fingers curl around the edge of the bed as he bites his bottom lip. He feels the teeth sink into his skin softly, biting the mark that Hua Cheng just sucked into his skin.
"Didn't know your neck was so sensitive." Hua Cheng hums against his ear, leaning back down to lick at the bite mark. Y/n shivers, shifting a little from where he is under Hua Cheng.
Hua Cheng has him pinned against the side of the bed on his knees, not even on the bed by the way, and Hua Cheng's chest is pressed against his back. Hua Cheng is feeling up his robes, caressing his thigh with one hand while the other slowly slips his robe off his shoulder.
"Hua Cheng...what are you even fucking planning." Y/n demands when he feels cold lips press against his bare shoulder. Hua Cheng pauses for a moment, breathing onto Y/n's shoulder gently.
"Anything you want." He whispers, hooking the ring of his finger around Y/n's sash to tug on it. Y/n takes a sharp breath in, shuddering.
"Just— get me off the floor." Y/n breathes out, gripping the edge of the bed tighter. He'd rather not have to dig his knees into the wood while a ghost king presses up his body.
