Still thinking about this idea where Shen Yuan transmigrates into a shitty gay harem as the abusive husband/villain but accidentally ends up with a bunch of powerful men (the named male peak lords basically because the women have important shit to do rather than thirst) who want the marriage to be real. Tiny little snippet full of horny bullshit (airplane's internal monologue), this world's version of wifeplots, and mpreg. Particularly featuring YQY.
If the plot had happened how it was originally written, Shang Qinghua would have been the abused husband of an evil official who was stolen away by the attractive but troubled ice demon king he has pledged his loyalty to. He hadn't really written a true fate for his little self-insert, but it has been a toss-up between beloved pet cultivator and used as breeding stock to help his king make an heir.
Instead, his pickiest but most generous reader had transmigrated into his sexy evil bastard long before the marriage so he doesn't get to enjoy the many glorious dubcon scenes he wrote for this character. None of his fellow husbands did either, which was the focus of today's meeting. It was kind of funny seeing these characters try to figure out how to get this man in bed when they had been trying so hard to get out of it in the original.
Shen Qingqiu was leading the discussion at the moment, flicking through the collected reports on strange beasts and dangerous plants that had appeared recently. The stack of the most dangerous would go to Shen Yuan, who would likely ask for their help as he always did. The stack up for discussion were the many he had written for various sex scenes, though not all of these were used. He was barely paying attention though, only speaking up if he knew it was something that wouldn't work.
"This seems promising; a venomous lizard that requires sex to dispel the effects. Who would be most believable?"
Mu Qingfang took the record from him, reading it over, "This one has treated the bites before; the venom only causes minor swelling and localized pain in humans. Unless one of us has demonic heritage?" The disappointment in his voice was echoed by the groans from the others as they all reluctantly denied it. This meeting was really going nowhere fast.
He was mentally writing a far more interesting orgy scene when his attention was finally dragged back, "-passions-lily is supposed to be a good aphrodisiac."
He quickly sat up, slapping his hands on the table as he moved, "Wait, the what lily?"
Shen Qingqiu sent him a withering glare for daring to interrupt, "If shidi had been paying attention, he would have heard this master discussing the abundant-fruitful-passions-lily. Does shidi recognize the name?" He was so lucky he was pretty enough to get away with being such a dick. He should have written his character railing him more often.
"Yeah, I know it! It's a very strong aphrodisiac, but that's not all it does. Which—well, it might be a problem depending on your definition of problem." Of all the times for a cut plot to show up, it was now. He'd come up with this and spent so long playing with it, but he ultimately dropped the idea when he couldn't figure out how to write around the consequences.
Shen Qingqiu looked ready to bite his head off for not explaining, but ever reliable Yue Qingyuan stepped in with that placid smile to help smooth down his ruffled feathers. "Please share, we can decide together whether it is a worthwhile path."
Hoooo, boy he has no idea for once how they'd react. "Well, uh, basically?" He took a deep breath, quickly rattling out, "Whoever uses it will get pregnant!" Which was why he cut it. He didn't want to write his filthy gay porn with plot around a baby.
Any chatter was cut like a sword strike through unguarded flesh, he could see each of his fellow righteous cultivators process his words. Shen Qingqiu's face was hidden behind his fan, Liu Qingge ducked so fast all he could see were the reddening tips of his ears. Wei Qingwei rubbed his beard, Mu Qingfang kneaded the bridge of his nose, and Yue Qingyuan's face stayed that same smile, though it took on a strange edge as he worked through his thoughts.
Their leader was the first to speak, "Well, this may be exactly what we need. If our plan to make Shen Yuan our new emperor succeeds, then he will need heirs." Shang Qinghua had really not expected this. Every single draft he tried, no matter the character, had ended with them miserable in a very unsexy way. Yet here they all were, clearly considering babytrapping their reluctant husband!
"Qi-ge is right, but who exactly should carry it? This one will not, at least not now." Shen Qingqiu stared each of them down, clearly waiting for a challenge.
Mu Qingfang was already shaking his head, "No, Qingqiu's health is still too fragile from the injuries he took allowing the others to escape. This one would offer, but no one else has enough training to assist if there's an emergency."
Wei Qingwei shook his head, "We need weapons too badly, it's going to be at least a year before we have enough spare for me to take time away from my forge. And we all know Qingge would be out fighting monsters while in labor. He'd pop out a kid, strap it to his back, then go and fight a lightning-quilled-tiger without even cleaning up!" There was a round of chuckles at that, not even Liu Qingge seriously protesting. Wait, did that mean he was the one whose ass was on the line here? He had kinda planned on Shang Qinghua having some kids, but he was the one knocking up the hot polar bear of an ice demon!
His internal panic was cut through quickly by Yue Qingyuan's voice, "Then it's settled, this one shall take on the task." He held up a hand, quieting the immediate protests from the group. "My work rarely takes me away from my desk, let alone away the safety of the estate. Besides, it would make the most sense for the first husband to carry the first heir. We just need to gather the flowers and ensure our husband will cooperate."
What? The hot bear daddy he wrote would be the one getting knocked up??? Yes, this 100% appealed to his many, many kinks, but seriously!? He was so numb he only replied on auto-pilot when someone asked him the best way to use the mpreg flower, tuning out the plotting to finally punch Shen Yuan's much loathed V-card.
A few months (and many far more successful attempts to finally bed their shared husband) later, Yue Qingyuan's smile has a decidedly smug edge to it as he was told he was pregnant with a healthy baby, his hand placed protectively over his still-unnoticeable bump.
There was no way this would work, right?