Chapter 41: It’s Indeed Sweet

**Chapter 41: Sure Enough, It’s Sweet**

Jian Ye’s startled cry caught in his throat, unvoiced, as he fought to hold it back.

His heart was still racing. “Why did you follow me here?”

The man didn’t answer. His breathing was heavy—sounded like he’d sprinted here.

Was it that urgent? Or something he needed to tell him face-to-face?

Jian Ye tilted his head, confused.

Thud—

The man’s right hand suddenly shot out, brushing past Jian Ye’s ear before slamming into the wooden wall behind him.

Pinned helplessly between the wall and the man, Jian Ye didn’t dare move a muscle.

What overbearing CEO wall slam was this? This kind of scene belonged in an idol drama!

Today, Yi Siyu unnerved Jian Ye—he couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eye.

The man was nearly a head taller than him, and because of the height difference, Jian Ye had to look up.

Yi Siyu’s looming height made it worse.

Jian Ye managed a shaky whisper. “Brother Siyu, what… do you want?”

“Let’s talk outside. I need to change now—can you wait for me out there?”

The man didn’t budge.

“I can’t… change like this.”

Still, the man didn’t take his eyes off him.

“You’re… too close. It’s, uh, kinda hot.”

Jian Ye didn’t know why he started stammering—the tension was thickening, his mind buzzing.

From Yi Siyu’s perspective, though, everything looked different.

He wasn’t listening to Jian Ye at all. By the time he ran over, his chest was on fire.

All he saw was the boy’s lips wouldn’t stop moving—those red lips parting and closing, speaking with a sweet, dizzying scent.

He didn’t know where the smell came from. The shower gel, shampoo, and even laundry detergent at home were all chosen by him. He was sure it wasn’t some synthetic scent from any of them.

That meant it could only be the boy’s natural fragrance.

At that thought, Yi Siyu’s throat tightened, his breath growing ragged.

The alluring red gauze outfit the boy wore today was already tempting enough, but paired with that fresh, clean scent, he was like a ripe pomegranate—just waiting to be cracked open and devoured.

Thinking Yi Siyu was still upset about those people flirting with him earlier, Jian Ye hurried to smooth things over.

“Those people just now… I’m not really close with any of them. They just… liked my performance, that’s all. Just harmless fans, at most asking for an autograph. Brother Siyu, don’t get the wrong idea.”

But instead of calming Yi Siyu down, mentioning it only made him angrier.

"You actually signed for them?" The man's tone was icy.

"Just one person, not everyone," Jian Ye hurriedly explained. "He said it was for his friend. At that moment, I really couldn’t refuse… Mmm!"

A dark figure loomed, and Jian Ye felt his lips being fiercely bitten in an instant.

The other man relentlessly worked over his lips, quickly numbing them with a sharp sting.

"Eyes closed." The man pulled away for just a second, uttering the command before immediately pressing back in.

Jian Ye didn’t know why he obeyed so readily—it was almost a reflex. His eyelids fluttered shut, lashes trembling as his body responded on instinct.

With his eyes closed, his senses sharpened to the extreme. The cold fragrance of the man melded with his own natural scent, creating an intoxicating haze.

It felt so good—so good his skin prickled with heat, his entire body burning with stimulation.

This was his first kiss ever. Had it not been for this moment, he would never have known his body could be so sensitive.

Recalling the system’s earlier smirk, Jian Ye suddenly understood.

This had to be related to the reward—some twisted upgrade to his body!

Noticing the boy’s distraction, the man bit his lower lip again.

Jian Ye yelped in pain, his mouth involuntarily parting. In the next instant, his tongue was seized by a dominant pull, overwhelming and relentless, leaving him utterly defenseless. Soon, he surrendered completely, helplessly following the other’s lead.

Before, Jian Ye had never understood why couples got so worked up about kissing. Wasn’t it just lips rubbing together?

Now he realized how utterly wrong his clueless idea had been!

Jian Ye was kissed breathless, his head spinning. The overwhelming but electric sensation was something he’d never experienced before.

Was he broken? Why else would his body be sending such pleasurable signals?

Even he could smell the thicker, sweeter scent radiating from his own skin.

If he ran into a flower field now, would butterflies chase after him, swirling around like some damn Disney princess?

Damn this system! He didn’t want this *Fragrant Concubine* buff at all!

Jian Ye had a strong suspicion there was some aphrodisiac effect mixed in—because the man before him was clearly losing control.

Kissing was one thing—why the groping?!

Jian Ye shoved uselessly against the man’s chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain—unyielding.

Yi Siyu, on the other hand, only got hotter because of the boy’s resistance.

A small whimper escaped Jian Ye’s lips, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His lashes were damp, his cheeks flushed crimson.

How could this guy be so skilled? He must’ve practiced *hard* on that White Moonlight of his.

Yeah, right—you already have a White Moonlight! So why are you doing this to me? Is this how a supposedly righteous ML should act?!

The thought flashed through his mind for only a second before being drowned out by the overwhelming physical sensations.

Once again, Jian Ye was pulled into the messy, breathless heat, with no room left for anything else.

Humans truly were wired for pleasure. Just being pinned against the wall and kissed like this was enough to make Jian Ye’s mind go blank.

Forget about *White Moonlight*, forget the original plot—toss it all aside.

The one truly experiencing a tsunami of electricity coursing through his body is Jian Ye. Whether it’s the butterfly effect or not, he’s already undergone *someone’s* “baptism.”

Seeing the boy in his arms no longer resisting, Yi Siyu gradually softened his movements, gently kissing the teary corners of his eyes, trailing from those eyes to his elegant nose bridge, and continuing downward.

Finally, he nuzzled into that beautiful hollow at the base of the boy’s neck, inhaling deeply.

How could this pup smell so good? Even his sweat was sweet. Yi Siyu didn’t find it dirty at all—in fact, he darted his tongue out for a taste. Sure enough, it was delicious.

This scent—like springtime florals mixed with fruit—made every cell in his body dance with excitement.

Before completely losing control, Yi Siyu finally released Jian Ye.

Both were breathing heavily. Jian Ye’s legs had gone weak—he could barely stand, sliding down the wall only to be caught by a pair of strong hands.

Yi Siyu saw the glazed look in the boy’s eyes, the unfocused daze, the swollen, kiss-bruised lips. A flicker of guilt stirred inside him, but he didn’t regret it.

If the boy hadn’t pushed him past his limits just now, he never would have known how sweet and irresistible his own wife could be.

Savoring the taste lingering in his mouth, the man quirked his lips into a smirk. *“Ye Ye,* can you still move? Should I help you change?”

Jian Ye snapped back to reality, shaking his head wildly. “N-No need!”

As soon as the words came out, he realized his voice was raspy and choked up.

How had he become like this?

He didn’t even need to think—he knew exactly how disheveled he must look. His dance outfit was wrinkled beyond repair, part of it shoved up, exposing his slim waist.

Jian Ye stole a glance at the bulge in the alpha’s pants and swallowed hard—was this monster bulge standard issue for a top protagonist in novels?

Reading about it wasn’t the same as seeing it in real life. No wonder the bottom protagonist later fell hopelessly in love—who could resist such a magnificent sight?

Jian Ye was relieved the man had held himself back and hadn’t taken things further in the changing room.

His mind was still a mess, unable to process what had just happened—Yi Siyu had kissed him so forcefully. The sheer overload of information needed time to digest.

But then, footsteps echoed from outside—it seemed someone had come back.

On instinct, Jian Ye leaped onto the man, slapping a hand over his mouth. “Shh…”

After a brief moment of surprise, Yi Siyu’s eyes crinkled again with amusement. He moved his lips slightly, pressing another kiss against the boy’s fragrant palm.

Jian Ye widened his doe-like eyes, glaring fiercely: *Don’t you dare!*

This was practically getting caught mid-flirtation—live!

He absolutely couldn’t let anyone discover there was a man hidden in his changing room. Even if that man *was* his lawfully wedded husband, the embarrassment would be mortifying.

Without a doubt, by the end of the day, the school forum would be flooded with salacious gossip about him—rumors full of suggestive implications.

So no matter what, he had to keep that man’s mouth covered. Absolutely, *absolutely* couldn’t let him make a sound!

The person outside appeared to have returned for something. Without checking whether the changing room was occupied, they grabbed what they needed and left.

Jian Ye exhaled in relief. People who didn’t pry were truly saints.

Seizing the momentary lull outside, Jian Ye moved in a flash—flung the door open, shoved the man out roughly, and slammed it shut with a *thud*.

Shoved into stumbling, Yi Siyu wasn’t the least bit annoyed. Instead, he chuckled warmly, clearly in a good mood.

His little pup was just too adorable. If not for the inappropriate setting, he’d have loved to pin him against the wall and kiss him breathless.

Truth be told, these feelings toward Jian Ye weren’t new. Initially, because the boy had a rough time on their wedding day, Yi Siyu didn’t want to scare him, so he never revealed his desires.

Not revealing them didn’t mean they didn’t exist.

He was a normal man, after all. Especially when the boy tossed and turned in his sleep yet still instinctively snuggled obediently into his arms—those moments pushed him to his limits.

He’d planned to wait for the right opportunity, letting things progress naturally.

But today’s surprise development shattered that plan entirely. Turns out, his self-control wasn’t as strong as he thought. Even heroes fall for beauties.

His wife was just too attractive, drawing attention wherever he went. Even knowing Jian Ye had no interest in others, Yi Siyu still felt jealous.

This was a completely new experience for him. In the past, it was always others trying to cling to him. Now, he couldn’t stand anyone clinging to Jian Ye.

He wished he could stick a “Yi Siyu’s Exclusive Puppy” label on the boy. They *had* gone through legal procedures, after all.

Realizing his impulsive actions might have upset Jian Ye, Yi Siyu started thinking about how to smooth things over later.

He sent Xie Fei a message.

"Yu": How did you used to win over your girlfriends?

"Second Hottest in YunJing": What do you mean "used to"? I only date one at a time! That phrasing is so misleading!

"Yu": Answer.

"Second Hottest in YunJing": Buy them bags, clothes, or treat them to a five-star meal. Why? Did you get in trouble with your partner? Serves you right, hahaha!

"Yu": Yeah.

"Second Hottest in YunJing": Tell me what happened. I’ll help analyze it for you.

Xie Fei watched intently at his phone, eager to enjoy the drama, but received only a short reply.

"Yu": Kissed the tears right out of him.

Holy shit!

Turns out the joke was on him!

"Author’s Note"

CEO Yi: Finally got to snuggle with my puppy. (Gradually getting addicted jpg.)

Jian Xiaogou: This is dangerous—why does my body enjoy this?! (Identity crisis jpg.)

(QvQ): Who doesn’t love some steam? Only oranges stay unspicy.