There is no Redemption for A Scum Villain

Chapter 49

It had been over a week since Mobei-jun had told him that he was to deliver him one last story and only now Shang Qinghua was done. He could have blamed it all on Shen Qingqiu's incredible insistence on immediately wanting to know the location of the sun-moon dew mushrooms of him immediately wanting to get them and Tianlang-jun in one day, but in reality he could have written out the story right after coming back. It was just that this time he just did not want to rush it. He had always written out stories, not thinking much about it. Ten thousand words a day about meaningless situations, but this one he felt just had to be perfect, he had to put everything he had into this.

It was the last story he would ever give to Mobei-jun. Maybe the last thing the man will have of him. Why not take the risk and make it special? He would be gone after giving him this after all and he didn't have to be around for him to read it. So what if the characters were way too close to the people they were only supposed to be inspired by? So what if half of it was merely wishful thinking and depictions of situations and thoughts and feelings that would never be reality? He was an author for goodness sake, so he would write like one, not caring about what people would think of his work, because it was his and his alone.

Another downside in him writing whatever he wanted without worrying was that he tended to write things out rather lengthy, just to be able to captivate even the smallest sliver of emotions, small gestures, anything that could get lost since there was no picture to these words, something that he just neglected whenever he wrote simple smut that he cared little about. It just gave his work more soul in his opinion and made it into something to be proud of if he re-read it. Although this one he would only read once, just to be sure it was all perfect. The only person who might get the chance to read it more than once would be Mobei-jun, though Shang Qinghua feared that the demon may not really do that. And still he could not think of it as a waste.

In the end all this perfectionism resulted in two days of ongoing work and no sleep and a length of approximately 30k words. Probably a new record. Shang Qinghua was pleased with himself as he proofread the story again. He knew that probably Mobei-jun would not be too happy when he got there after he had spent so long on this. Normally he had gone there at least every two days and the demon knew that he could get out a story in less than a day. Though one like this took longer, Mobei-jun would not know that he had a reason for failing to write for five days before being able to start at all. But even though he was scared that he might have to take a punch or two, if he were to prolong it even more, the demon might get even more angry.

Honestly though, he may have misjudged Mobei-jun a little. The demon had spent the first day waiting, with reading the last story he had given him as he lay sideways on his armchair. He was so invested in this that any servant trying to bother him immediately had to dodge an icicle he launched their way. Shang Qinghua had never given the characters of his story names. Mobei-jun had not wanted it. He had never really understood why himself. He just became very unhappy whenever even thinking about the strong demon of the story having some name. And even the pathetic human. That one especially. He had been going through names as he read, trying to put them in the story for a line or two and then he had gotten so angry that he had thrown a vase against a wall. That had cleared up one thing, Shang Qinghua was not allowed to give characters names. At least not pathetic human and strong demon.

The second day Mobei-jun still had to read, but something had made him unable to do so. A part of this story had completely made him confused. Up to this story Shang Qinghua had only delivered him stuff that was erotic, but this one was more...romantic? Mobei-jun didn't really know much about romantic things except from what he had seen around, which wasn't much. He didn't really know how it felt or how to express these feelings. He knew how some demons did it, which had never sounded difficult, but about humans he had no idea.