Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 460: Taking a shower together

Xiang Yu chose not to go to Han Xin’s cabin. That’s because he didn’t want to sully Han Xin’s pristine space with Peng Xiu’s blood. Instead, he walked to the cabin next door.

He made his way to the mini bar, grabbing a crystal glass. His blood-stained fingers left red fingerprints as he lifted it, a stark reminder of the violence that had just unfolded.

Biting the cork off a bottle, he poured the amber liquid into the glass, its richness glinting under the dim light. With his palm against the counter for support, he downed the entire shot in one go, the burn of the strong liquor igniting a fire in his throat.

An eerie smile stretched across his lips as he stared blankly into space, the world around him fading away. His thoughts turned inward. All he ever wanted was for his blood relatives to love him.

He had once hoped his mother would embrace him, but instead, she had tried to kill him when he thwarted her plans to marry into a wealthy family. From the moment he was born, she despised him.

His father had been no different; he had also wanted him dead. And then there was Peng Xiu. When they finally met she had tried to kill him and would have succeeded if it weren’t for the Divine Emperor.

He felt nothing for them. He felt no love, no remorse for all of them. He would gladly slaughter Peng Xiu repeatedly, without hesitation, if it meant freeing himself from the weight of their bloodline.

Pouring another glass, he drank it down, savoring the warmth spreading through him. His only regret was that his father would never witness him kill his favorite child.

Xiang Yu turned to the mirrored cupboard door, staring at his reflection. He resembled an evil entity, satisfied after a bloody bath, with a sinister gleam in his eyes.

The weight of his choices settled heavily on him, but it was a burden he had long since learned to bear. There was a certain power in this darkness, a clarity he found only in blood.

His fingers began to peel off his blood-soaked clothes, starting with the top button of his jacket. The fabric, once sleek and black, was now stiff and crimson, the blood having seeped deep into the material.

With a slow, measured motion, he unzipped the jacket, the sound of the metal teeth separating echoing softly in the quiet cabin. As the jacket parted, it revealed his chest and abs, smeared with dark stains that contrasted sharply against his pale skin.

His muscles were taut and defined, a far cry from the softness typically associated with omegas. He glanced around the cabin, his sharp eyes scanning for a laundry chute but it wasn’t there. He took one last sip of the alcohol in his glass, the burn of it soothing.

He set the glass down with a quiet clink, the sound breaking the silence like a whisper. His bare feet padded silently across the floor as he made his way into the bathroom, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin.

The bathroom was incredibly spacious, its soft lighting casting a gentle glow over the metallic surfaces. Finally, he spotted the laundry chute, its sleek metallic surface gleaming under the light.

As he approached, it sensed his presence and slid open with a soft hum. Without hesitation, Xiang Yu tossed the jacket inside, the sound of it hitting the bottom echoing faintly in the room.

With a sharp click, he unbuckled his belt, the metal tongue releasing from its clasp. The sound was crisp, cutting through the silence. His pants followed next, unzipped and pushed down with slow, deliberate movements. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

As they pooled around his ankles, they revealed long, slender legs with powerful thighs and firm buttocks. His body was graceful yet formidable, delicate yet strong.

He leaned against the sink, his reflection staring back at him from the mirror. His gaze was intense as he stared at himself. His dark hair fell loosely around his face, framing sharp cheekbones and a jawline that could cut glass.

With a slight tilt of his head, he pulled his hair back, exposing the fading hickeys on his neck and chest. The marks were a deep purple, almost black, their color standing out against his pale skin.

His fingers traced the edges of one hickey, his touch light, almost reverent. The bathroom felt colder now, the silence broken only by his steady breathing.

His mind drifted back to the moments that had left those marks, the heat of Han Xin’s body pressed against his, the taste of their pheromones mingled together.

His hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against the faint hickeys. He pushed away from the sink, his movements fluid, almost dance-like. The cool air raised goosebumps on his skin, but he barely noticed. He took of his blood stained ring and carefully placed it on the vanity.

Turning away, he stepped toward the shower, the hum of the ship’s systems a distant backdrop to his movements.

The water cascaded over him the moment he stepped beneath the stream, warm and relentless. It ran down his face, his chest, his arms, washing away the blood in rivulets of faint red. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as the droplets traced paths across his skin.

The dispenser hummed softly as it automatically released a foamy shower gel that he worked into his skin. The lather was slippery, glistening in the dim light, and the scent of soap mingled with the lingering iron smell.

Lost in thought, Xiang Yu didn’t hear the soft click of the bathroom door opening. The cabin’s silence was broken only by the steady rhythm of the shower and his own measured breaths. Long, slender fingers reached out, picking up the gold ring from the vanity.

They traced the ancient symbols with a familiarity that spoke of years, not moments, as if the intruder knew every curve and line by heart. Footsteps approached, quiet but purposeful, the sound of fabric sliding down concealed by the sound of rushing water.

A pair of pants pooled on the floor, revealing powerful legs and the lean musculature of a body honed by discipline and desire. A t-shirt followed, discarded on the cold tile, leaving the intruder bare as they stepped into the steam-filled enclosure. The air grew heavier, the mist clinging to skin now damp from more than just the shower.

Xiang Yu’s senses, sharp even in repose, finally registered the presence behind him. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, the warmth of another body pressing against his own. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. A smile ghosted across his lips, soft and genuine, as he spoke the single word, "Xin-ge."