NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 17: His First and Only
Chapter:- His First and Only
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The black moon swam high above the sky of the Silk Lotus Realm, a silent, celestial eye watching over petals that bloomed without end. This realm, untouched by time and unbound by mortal law, pulsed with the energy of cultivation, secrets, and silent joy.
For once, there was no transformation. No ancient power stirring. No divine Qi pressing at the walls of heaven.
Only laughter.
And love.
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Yan Xue skipped down the stairs of the main sanctum barefoot, his silver robes trailing like mist. The soft, blessed soil kissed his soles as he twirled in place once—arms raised like a child caught in a summer breeze.
The transformation had long settled into his bones now.
His hips no longer moved with effort but with grace. His voice, though soft, echoed with clarity. His heart… well, his heart felt full, something he had never experienced in all the years of loneliness, shame, or desperation.
And more than anything, it beat for one being.
"Husband!" he called, a teasing echo.
No answer.
But he knew where to find him.
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Ryu Yeon-Hwa stood unmoving atop a lone floating lotus platform high in the air—meditating, perhaps, or simply existing. His long hair fell past his waist, untouched by the breeze. He wore no crown, no symbol of dominion.
He didn't need to.
The very realm breathed his presence.
Yan Xue appeared behind him in a flash, leaping onto the platform with a dancer's step. He was not stealthy—he didn't want to be. He wanted to be seen.
"Master," he whispered sweetly, slipping his arms around Yeon-Hwa's waist from behind.
The Demon Lord made no move to stop him. Nor did he return the embrace.
But he allowed it.
And that permission alone was worth everything.
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It was like Silk Against Marble.
Yan Xue leaned in, pressing his cheek against Yeon-Hwa's back. The difference between their bodies was striking.
He was lithe, soft, delicate.
Yeon-Hwa was still, firm, timeless.
"You're so cold," Yan Xue murmured, smiling.
"You are too warm," Yeon-Hwa replied.
It was the only thing he said for hours.
But Yan Xue didn't mind. He was content to hold him there, pressing gentle kisses to the curve of his spine, tugging lightly at his sleeve like a spoiled partner craving attention.
And later, when Yeon-Hwa opened his eyes at last, Yan Xue seized the opportunity.
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"Let's fight!" Yan Xue declared boldly.
Yeon-Hwa blinked once.
"You will lose."
"I know, but let me try! Husband has to let his little wife spar at least once."
There was silence.
Then Yeon-Hwa raised a brow.
"Very well."
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The duel began on the second-highest platform in the Lotus Tier—a ring surrounded by whispering lotus trees and swirling mist. The entire realm pulsed gently with spiritual rhythm, as if pausing to watch its master and his flowered disciple dance.
Yan Xue assumed a low stance.
His eyes glittered with mischief.
He lunged—fast, precise, and beautiful.
But Yeon-Hwa didn't move.
With a faint flick of his fingers, Yan Xue's form was turned, his palm missing its target by the breadth of a breath. The momentum caught him, spun him—until he was falling.
Yeon-Hwa caught him mid-air.
Their bodies met again.
Not in collision.
But in cradle.
"You fell... again," Yeon-Hwa murmured.
"You tripped me," Yan Xue huffed, laughing breathlessly.
He didn't try again.
Instead, he rested his head on Yeon-Hwa's chest.
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There was no one else in the sect.
No elders.
No other disciples.
Only Yan Xue—and his Heavenly Demon.
And in this sacred emptiness, he let himself be shameless.
He clung to Yeon-Hwa's arm while he walked. He sat in his lap during meditation. He drank from his teacup when he wasn't looking, just to see if he would notice (he always did, but never said a word).
He kissed him on the cheek in quiet moments. He whispered "husband" during sword form practice. He sprawled across his lap during twilight and traced lazy circles along the Demon's wrist.
Sometimes, he would even pretend to pout.
"You never smile."
"I have no need to."
"But I do," Yan Xue replied, eyes bright. "So smile. For me."
And this time, Yeon-Hwa did.
It was brief.
But it made Yan Xue go utterly still—mesmerized.
He stared, breathless.
"You smiled."
"Because I wished to," Yeon-Hwa said simply.
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At night, they lay together under veils woven from starlight and beast-silk. Yan Xue slept curled against Yeon-Hwa's chest, murmuring soft nothings in his sleep, sighing from dreams filled with warmth and lotus petals.
Sometimes he awoke to find Yeon-Hwa watching him.
Not lustfully.
Not with tenderness.
But with acknowledgment—as if studying the shape of a rare creature blooming into its destined form.
And Yan Xue, in those moments, felt... divine.
"Will you ever take another disciple?" he once asked softly.
Yeon-Hwa smiled.
And Yan Xue was mesmerized.
"I will," Yeon-Hwa replied. "I must. If I am to establish a sect."
"Oh..." Yan Xue looked down, crestfallen. "Then I'll no longer be the only one."
"You will not," Yeon-Hwa said. "But you will never be neglected."
Yan Xue tilted his head.
> "Why do you let me do all this? Why do you indulge me so much?"
Yeon-Hwa turned to face him fully.
> "Because I want to," he said calmly. "Because I can."
His eyes shimmered—deep, ageless, containing eons.
"I will indulge others, too. But I am not like mortal men. I am not bound by the limitations of affection."
"My presence..." he paused, "...is never singular."
Yan Xue did not fully understand.
But he felt it.
And it made his heart race.
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Mirror of Joy
One morning, Yan Xue stepped before the crystal pool at the edge of the realm, dressed in a thin white robe that caught the black moonlight like frost on petals. He examined his reflection.
His collarbones were more visible.
His thighs, soft and smooth.
His lips fuller.
His eyes held a mysterious shine—neither boy nor girl, but something far beyond either.
And despite the change, he smiled.
Not with pride.
But with peace.
Because in this realm, under this moon, in this sacred silk womb of demon and beast—
He was adored.
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The Lotus Throne
Later that day, he found Yeon-Hwa seated upon the black lotus throne—a chair woven from vines of petrified sin and petals of sealed time.
It was the only place where even Yan Xue hesitated to approach.
But today, he dared.
He knelt before the throne, crawling slowly forward until his head rested on Yeon-Hwa's knee. His arms wrapped loosely around the Demon's leg.
"You let me act like this," he whispered, voice muffled.
"You indulge me.
Why?"
Yeon-Hwa answered after a long pause.
"Because I can.
Because I choose to.
And because you were the first."
Yan Xue looked up slowly.
His smile bloomed like the black lotus itself.
"Then... I will stay like this forever."
Yeon-Hwa did not nod.
Did not reply.
But one hand moved—and rested gently on Yan Xue's head.
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[End of Chapter 17]