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Where a lone Ye Qiu once stood, there is now two.
"Master," the Ye Qiu wearing an armor purred as he stalks forward like he was a predator toying with a defenseless fawn. "I have longed to be able to speak with you."
"What?" The infamous aggro attracting tongue of God Ye lost all its weaponized words as he stares at what seems to be his mirror image. "W-who are you?"
"Do you truly not know?" His mirror asks. "Or are you in denial, dear master." A movement and Ye Qiu finds himself backed in a corner, strong arms caging him from the side of his head. He looks up to see the smirking face of his mirror.
"One Autumn Leaf?" He whispers.
A bright smile lights up his mirror's face. "I knew you would recognize me. After all, I am here because of the love and passion you have given me."
Then, One Autumn Leaf leans down and takes his lips for his own. It starts soft but then his lips push forward more aggressively. Ye Qiu feels himself being devoured and he isn't even fighting back, lost in the pleasure of it.
God Ye lets out a moan - -
"What the actual fuck?" The real God Ye snaps in horror at what is coming out of his sister's mouth.
Su Mucheng - and he’s slowly but surely starting to realize that his and Muqiu’s little sister who was supposed to be forever a tiny tot, is not quite so little - grins at him. “I told you that it’s better you not know what I’m reading,” she teases. "You're the one who insisted to know, hehe."
“Yes, well, I thought it was like a secret boyfriend or something,” the horror in his face hadn’t receded, “not, whatever that is.”
“It’s RPF,” Chu Yunxiu pipes up beside Mucheng. “Real People Fiction. The fandom writes a lot of weird stuff there. This is actually one of the tame ones.”
He eyes the other woman. Yes, this must be who corrupted his little sister.
“Hmm,” he hears a contemplative hum behind him and he turns to see Fang Rui rubbing his chin as if there’s a goatee there to rub. “A good premise, sister Su,” he says, “two Ye Qius - a good premise indeed. Mind sending me a link to that?”
“Ah! Shameless!” Huang Shaotian’s loud voice rings inside the room.
“So says you, but you QQ-ed me for the link,” Mucheng laughs.
“Now, who’s the shameless one!” Fang Rui bites back.
“You guys,” he glares at every single one of them who contributed in his little sister’s blackening, “are the absolute worst.”