Chapter 7: Are You Not Up to It?

Chapter 7: Can’t You Perform?

"Ji Zhiyang, how can you be so whorish?" Gu Huai growled, abruptly lifting Ji Zhiyang and flipping him over to pin him down. He loomed over Ji Zhiyang, who lay beneath him, his eyes filled with disgust. "This sluttish look of yours really resembles the male prostitutes from Xianpinju, the elite brothel."

Startled by Gu Huai's sudden movement, Ji Zhiyang's body went limp, nearly slipping off. Fortunately, Gu Huai caught his waist in time, or he would have tumbled off the table.

Still in the post-climax haze, the abrupt shift finally brought some clarity back to Ji Zhiyang's mind. He looked up at Gu Huai with glazed eyes, lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words came out.

"How many clients have you serviced before?" Gu Huai whispered coldly against his ear, his tone cruel.

Ji Zhiyang froze, confusion flickering in his eyes.

Gu Huai sneered, tracing Ji Zhiyang's lips with his fingers. "What? Have you serviced so many that you can't even remember?"

Ji Zhiyang frowned in displeasure, glaring at Gu Huai. What did this man take him for? Did he think he was some brothel’s male prostitute?

Gu Huai's fingers brushed over Ji Zhiyang's cheek, smearing the saliva that had trickled from his lips. Disgusted, he wrinkled his nose and flicked the wetness away before looking down at him. "Why so quiet? With looks like yours, you must be a premium rentboy at Xianpinju, hm? How many men have ridden you?"

Now that his body had found release and his mind was no longer clouded, Ji Zhiyang's brows furrowed tightly at Gu Huai's insults. He suddenly felt like the man before him was nothing but a rabid dog lashing out, snapping at anything that moves, and it infuriated him.

His hands pressed against Gu Huai's shoulders, trying to push him away, but Gu Huai didn't budge. Their naked bodies remained locked together, skin pressed tightly against skin.

"What, not satisfied?" Gu Huai pinched Ji Zhiyang's chin, his gaze icy, lips curling into a mocking smirk. "Slut. Quit playing innocent. The male prostitutes of Xianpinju—haven't we all seen them a few times? Trash like you is a dime a dozen. I—mmph—!"

Ji Zhiyang wrapped his arms around Gu Huai's neck and kissed that infuriatingly thin mouth with all his might. His kiss was bruising, teeth-clashing, his tongue sweeping over the inside of Gu Huai's mouth, teasing his sensitive teeth.

All he knew was that this bastard had pushed him past his limit!

Male prostitute? Xianpinju?

In his twenty-two years of life, he'd never even held a man's hand, and now he’d inexplicably transmigrated and been forced to seduce this alpha—how dare this man insult him with such filthy slurs!

Back in his world, his looks had been among the finest. What right did this bastard have to call him a male prostitute?

The more Ji Zhiyang thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could just bite his damn tongue off.

This was a raw, furious retaliation, fueled by fury and vengeance.

After a moment, Ji Zhiyang broke the kiss, pulling away from Gu Huai's lips. Sitting on the table, he hooked his arms around Gu Huai's neck, panting as he looked at him. "I've never been to Xianpinju, nor do you know what their male prostitutes look like or what tricks they use. Why don't you tell me, Your Highness? I'll learn from your descriptions—how about that?"

Ji Zhiyang's voice was low, a throaty purr laced with a mocking, sing-song tone. It sent a shiver down Gu Huai's spine. He wrapped an arm around Ji Zhiyang's waist, leaning in to breathe hotly against his sensitive earlobe. "You still need to learn? You're already a natural whore."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ji Zhiyang narrowed his long, phoenix-like eyes, deliberately dragging out his words with a husky and taunting tone. "Is Your Highness complimenting me?"

*You're the shameless one! Your entire bloodline’s shameless!*

So he likes this kind of banter, huh? What a repressed pervert!

Even if I haven't experienced it firsthand, I've seen enough dramas and novels to know how to handle you.

Let’s see how you like being insulted!

Ji Zhiyang cursed inwardly, but on the surface, he wore a sly, curling smile, fingers trailing along Gu Huai's neck, lightly stroking his Adam's apple. "Then, Your Highness, how do I compare to those male pets from Xianpinju you mentioned? Hm?"

His voice was teasing, a scrape of nails against Gu Huai's chest.

Gu Huai's body stiffened instantly. He stared at Ji Zhiyang, silent. The man before him seemed... different from yesterday.

Ji Zhiyang's smile deepened. He slid his arms around Gu Huai's back, yanking him into another searing kiss.

"Cat got your tongue, Your Highness? Oh... I see. Overindulged so much you’ve lost count?" Ji Zhiyang gazed at Gu Huai with a smile, his eyes narrowing into crescents, beaming brilliantly.

His lips left Gu Huai’s, trailing to his ear, licking the rounded curve.

Gu Huai shivered—this man knew exactly how to push his buttons.

Talk about giving as good as you get!

Seeing his chance, Ji Zhiyang finally released Gu Huai and drawled, "If Your Highness doesn’t wish to speak, then forget it. With your harem, who could keep track? But..."

He paused, then grinned. "Didn’t you just call trash like me ‘top-shelf’ at Xianpinju? So what does that make you—a premium client or bargain-bin?"

*If I can’t beat you or kill you, can’t I at least out-insult you?*

*You utter trash!!!*

*Yesterday, when I wasn’t in my right mind, you humiliated me. Today, you’re even worse!*

*Go pay for a cheap trick at the brothel instead of shaming someone pure like me!*

*Throw it back in your face!* *You knockoff bastard!*

Ji Zhiyang inwardly seethed, but outwardly, he remained alluring, his smile bewitching as he enunciated each word deliberately. "Sounds like you’re a Xianpinju VIP. As a frequent visitor, did no one break the news that you’re... lacking?"

His voice was sugar-sweet, and after speaking, he added with feigned realization, "Oops—forgot you’re royalty. Even if you’re lacking, who would dare say so?"

With that, he lifted Gu Huai’s chin with a fingertip. "You wouldn’t throw a tantrum over facts, would you?"

Gu Huai was pissed enough to laugh. He hadn’t expected Ji Zhiyang to dare mock him like this—was he tired of living?

He gripped Ji Zhiyang’s jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze, and sneered, "Ji Zhiyang, you’ve got some gall!"

Ji Zhiyang blinked innocently. "What’s wrong with having guts? If I were timid, how could I serve Your Highness properly?"

Gu Huai barked a laugh. Ji Zhiyang was a riot, daring to speak to him like this! Even after his own misdeeds, he still had the audacity to argue so righteously—just what went on in that head of his?

"Let’s see what you’re really made of!" Gu Huai snorted coldly, scooping him off the table and carrying him toward the bed.

"You—mmph—!"

Ji Zhiyang’s protest was cut off as Gu Huai sealed his lips.

This time, it was Gu Huai who took the offensive—his kiss domineering and wild, leaving Ji Zhiyang utterly defenseless. Dazed and limp, he melted into Gu Huai’s hold, panting heavily against his neck.

*This guy... plays foul!*

*Huh?* He sniffed at Gu Huai’s neck—had the scent faded?

*How?*

He sniffed again. This smell...

*The creamy scent vanished?*

Abruptly, he lifted his head, frowning in confusion. "Wait—you’re not an alpha? Just a beta?"

"Alpha? Beta?" Gu Huai arched a brow and scoffed. "Telling me you hopped into the wrong bed?"

Gu Huai grabbed his wrists, flipped him onto his back, and pinned his arms on both sides of the bed, looming over the man beneath him. "Too late!"

He leaned down and crushed their lips together.

He wanted to punish this man, to make him understand who's really in charge here!

Ji Zhiyang struggled for a while, but his strength was no match for Gu Huai’s, and he was ultimately restrained firmly.

He was still in heat, but Gu Huai’s brutal treatment only made Ji Zhiyang feel humiliated. He believed sex should be good for both partners, not just one-sided demands.

This man had been perfectly normal just moments ago—how had he suddenly lost his damn mind?

Ji Zhiyang closed his eyes and endured it all, but in his heart, he was mentally writing Gu Huai's obituary a thousand times.

Damn it, why did I have to be stuck trying to seduce such a freak?!

...How could his pheromones have disappeared? An S-rank alpha, the Demon King with crippled legs—I couldn’t have gotten the wrong person, could I?

...No, the system said it would drop me right in front of the Demon King. The system couldn’t be wrong! That’s impossible!

But then, how could his pheromones be gone?

Could it be... this world is just like this?

Gu Huai’s kisses grew even more violent, as if he wanted to punish Ji Zhiyang through sheer brutality. Ji Zhiyang felt like he was suffocating. He wanted to push Gu Huai away, but his hands were wrenched behind his back, leaving him helpless.

Was this bastard trying to kiss him to death?

If he didn’t let go soon, Ji Zhiyang would pass out from lack of air!

“D-Demon King… stop…” Ji Zhiyang choked out.

“Hmm?” Gu Huai paused, his gaze locking onto Ji Zhiyang. “Stop what?”

Ji Zhiyang gasped for breath, his cheeks flushed like overripe peaches. “I…”

“Oh, can’t take it anymore? Says the guy who can't last five minutes!” Gu Huai sneered, his tone infuriatingly smug.

Ji Zhiyang gritted his teeth, glaring at Gu Huai with hatred. “You were kissing me so hard I couldn’t breathe.”

Says the guy who can't handle it! Your whole family can't handle it!

You idiot, what's so great about being an alpha?! If it weren’t for my heat, who’d need you?!

Gu Huai froze for a moment before suddenly chuckling lowly. He cupped Ji Zhiyang’s face, inspecting him like livestock. “This king still prefers how you were yesterday—presenting yourself like a bitch in heat, begging for me to take you.”

With that, he sucked hard on Ji Zhiyang’s lips again, his tongue delving inside to battle with Ji Zhiyang’s, swirling for a moment before retreating.

“The way you begged for pleasure today wasn’t bad either, but this current attitude—this king doesn’t like it.” Gu Huai raised a brow, smirking wickedly. “Like hell it's an aphrodisiac! As if you don’t have your own damn ruts too!”

Ji Zhiyang shook with barely-contained fury but could do nothing against this alpha. He clenched his jaw, refusing to say another word, just burning holes through him with his glare as if he wanted to tear him apart.

“Why so quiet? Are you waiting for this king?” Gu Huai’s lips left his earlobe as he released his hands, wrapping an arm around his waist to flip him over. His fingers began a slow, deliberate descent along Ji Zhiyang’s spine...