The roar of the prototype engine had settled into a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat that filled the forge. To the villagers outside, it was the sound of a demon; to the Minister, it was the sound of a new era.
Cheng stood at the center of the workshop, his skin glistening with a mixture of engine oil and sweat. The System was pulsing a deep, satisfied violet in his mind.
[MISSION STATUS: "Modern Power" — SUCCESSFUL]
[REWARD: "Hydraulic Press" Blueprints & "Silk-Weaving Mechanism".]
[NEW TASK: The High Priest has called for a 'Purity Trial' for Heng. Defy the heavens with science.]
The Scholar's Ultimatum
The Minister stepped into the forge, his eyes wide as he touched the vibrating steel of the boiler. "Cheng... the Emperor will want this. He will want you to build a thousand of these for the border wars."
"The Emperor can wait," Cheng rasped, wiping his hands on a rag. He looked toward the back room where Heng was helping the Grandma. "I didn't build this for the border. I built it so my Omega never has to wash another rag in a cold river or fear a Priest's 'divine' judgment again."
"The High Priest claims the 'Demon Engine' is proof that Heng is a cursed spirit," the Minister warned. "They are demanding a Trial of Fire tomorrow."
Cheng's grip on his wrench tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Let them come. I'll show them a fire they can't extinguish."
The Ultra-Long Erotic Mechanism
That night, the forge was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the furnace and the soft hiss of escaping steam. Cheng found Heng in the private bathing chamber he had rigged with Modern Plumbing—the first hot shower in the history of the world.
The room was thick with white mist, making Heng's porcelain skin look like wet silk. Cheng didn't just approach him; he claimed him. He pinned Heng against the warm, copper pipes of the heating system, the vibrations of the engine below thrumming through their bodies.
The friction was visceral—the slickness of the water, the scent of lavender and hot iron, and the raw, heavy breathing of an Alpha who had just redefined reality. Cheng's hands were large and possessive, mapping every inch of Heng's trembling frame as the steam curled around them.
The thrusts were deep, rhythmic, and incredibly detailed, echoing the mechanical heartbeat of the engine outside. Every moan from Heng was swallowed by the hiss of the steam. Cheng marked him everywhere—his collarbone, his inner thighs, his chest—ensuring that the "scent of the Scholar" was so deep that no Priest would ever dare claim he was "impure." It was a detailed account of a man who had mastered the physical world and was now worshiping the only soul he cared to keep in it.
"Let them bring their Trial," Cheng groaned against Heng's neck, his knot locking them together in the hazy heat. "I am the only God you need to answer to. I will burn their temple to the ground with the very steam they call a demon."