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    All Our Missing Pieces by for WillowWispFlame

    Fandoms: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù  

    22 Dec 2025

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    Six years ago, Shen Qingqiu escaped his plot-ordained death by secretly cultivating a new body. His rebirth came at a cost, however: the loss of his memories.

    Now, Shen Yuan claws his way out of the dirt with no idea where he is, who he is supposed to be, or why his System is malfunctioning. What he does have is a very devoted disciple, Bai Wentian, who claims that they are wandering cultivators who've known each other for years. As they set out to explore the world together, Shen Yuan finds himself becoming increasingly fond of this sweet, loyal young man. But although he recognizes the setting of Proud Immortal Demon Way, he soon realizes that this story is different: something, or someone, has substantially altered the plot.

    To uncover the truth, Shen Yuan will have to restore his missing memories… while also protecting Bai Wentian from this world's chief danger: the protagonist himself, Luo Binghe.

     

    (AKA: What if the mushroom body came with a side of amnesia… and Binghe found out?)

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    FIN CH 7/7

    LBH pretending to be this disciple of SY by going with a different name. SY finds out after a night hunt ish that he is SQQ. LBH haven't yet told SY that his true identity is LBH.

    Ch 7:
    He licked and mouthed at Shen Qingqiu with earnest concentration, clearly paying close attention to every involuntary twitch and breathless sound that Shen Qingqiu made. When he focused on the head, suckling gently, Shen Qingqiu had to fist the bedsheets, anchoring himself in place to keep from thrusting forward and overwhelming his poor disciple.

    Perhaps he needn’t have bothered restraining himself, however—in the next moment, Luo Binghe bobbed his head and took Shen Qingqiu deeper into his mouth. He managed to shield his teeth—mostly—though a faint scrape sent a sharp jolt through Shen Qingqiu, who instinctively clenched his hand in Luo Binghe’s curls. More troubling was the way Luo Binghe gagged, making a soft, startled noise.

    “Enough—!” Shen Qingqiu tugged him back.

    Luo Binghe came away gasping, his lips red and shining, eyes glassy with tears. He looked both sweetly bullied and offended by the interruption, tugging forward as if desperate to resume.

    “Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu scolded, still holding him by the hair. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

    “I’m sorry,” Luo Binghe panted, pressing closer again. “Shizun tastes so good.”

    Shen Qingqiu swallowed. “Just—slow down,” he managed. Otherwise, there was no chance he was going to last!

    Luo Binghe whined, but seemed to listen. He took Shen Qingqiu back into his mouth more carefully this time, moving in shorter, gentler strokes. Even so, the sight of him kneeling there, his lips stretched wide around Shen Qingqiu’s cock, a look of absolute rapture on his face, was devastating. In no time at all, Shen Qingqiu felt an unmistakable heat gathering in his core.

    He tensed. “Binghe, I’m—”

    He tugged at Luo Binghe’s hair again, but this time Luo Binghe adamantly refused to pull away. Instead, he braced himself against Shen Qingqiu’s thighs and sucked harder. Shen Qingqiu was helpless in the face of that single-minded determination; he cried out, his thoughts scattering as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him boneless and gasping in its wake.

    Afterward, Luo Binghe didn’t immediately pull away. He lingered, mouthing at him gently until the sensation tipped from pleasure into oversensitivity, and Shen Qingqiu hissed and tugged weakly at his hair. Then Luo Binghe finally withdrew, blinking up at him with an expression of radiant satisfaction, as though he’d been the one undone.

    He hadn’t been, though. And Shen Qingqiu supposed he ought to rectify that… once he could breathe again.

    “Was that good?” Luo Binghe asked eagerly. “Did I please Shizun?”

    This shameless disciple—fishing for praise with the evidence of his success practically smeared across his face!