Of course! Thank you! <3

Your art is so good! Would it be okay to repost it, with links to the specific posts, on Mastodon?

Your art is so good! Would it be okay to repost it, with links to the specific posts, on Mastodon?

"It is," Hua Cheng agrees, breathless. She squirms, her new, tender breasts aching.

"My San Niang," Xie Lian sighs, and kisses Hua Cheng's other nipple. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."

Your art is so good! Would it be okay to repost it, with links to the specific posts, on Mastodon?

(I hope I'm understanding your bio correctly, and it's okay to ask!)

Your art is so good! Would it be okay to repost it, with links to the specific posts, on Mastodon?

So why does he still feel unprepared? Or perhaps the better question is: will he ever feel prepared to meet his god?

Hua Cheng sighs and considers starting over.

but this "San Lang" is still far from ready.

"Fingertips," he orders. The clone obediently shows its hands. Yes, he has unique fingerprints. Just checking.

"Hair," he says. The clone turns around, and Hua Cheng inspects its ponytail. Nothing is out of place or ghost-like.

"M-hm," Hua Cheng agrees, his voice a bit higher than usual. "Totally different."

Xie Lian takes pity on him and comes over for a kiss, abandoning his new, rubbery seat. Hua Cheng moans into his mouth.

Xie Lian looks up at him, still bouncing. "What did you call this? An exercise ball?" he asks, laughing a little at Hua Cheng's predicament. "It's fun! San Lang, you're so silly, this is nothing like... /that/."

"Cleaning up what?" Hua Cheng asks innocently. The pile of ceramic shards on the floor vanishes. Very far away, Qi Rong yelps as a broken dish crashes over his head.

"San Lang," Xie Lian laughs, leaning in for a kiss. "You're so mischievous."

"And you like it," Hua Cheng agrees.