Ever ask me?

Monkey King always wanted company, he finds a certain silver-tongued imposter lout, apparently he has been pretending to be him all this time, in the end things happen, not very nice for both of them. For three, counting Stick.

The cool water soothes his aches somewhat, though each movement reignites the throbbing between his legs. Liu'er's face burns as he cleans Wukong's spend from his thighs, the evidence of his thorough claiming.

Once the worst of the muck is removed, Liu'er climbs from the pond. Water drips from his fur as he approaches Wukong, ears flat in resignation.

"There. I'm clean now," he says tersely. "What more do you want from me, Monkey King? Have I not been humiliated enough for one day?"

Despite his defiant tone, Liu'er keeps his gaze averted submissively. He knows Wukong holds all the power here, and his wounded pride burns at the admission. But he also knows provoking the Monkey King further will only lead to more debasement.

"Stick, do you really think I've overstepped myself?"