Chapter 30: Third Master Is So Good

Chapter 30 Third Master’s Charms

"Alright, stop messing around! My hair isn't even dry yet~"

Chu Yan elbowed the overgrown wolf behind him. If he let him tease any further, he was bound to make a fool of himself. Yet, gazing at their suggestive posture in the mirror, Chu Yan still felt so embarrassed his toes curled.

He couldn’t bear to look, truly.

"I'll blow-dry it for you."

Fu Junhang breathed against his ear, his firm lips lightly pressing, making Chu Yan tremble uncontrollably as if electrified. He instinctively tensed up, only to draw a low chuckle from the man behind him.

"Sugar daddy, have you noticed how sensitive your ears are?"

The deliberately lowered voice carried a seductive tone, adding an inexplicable allure to the atmosphere, directly stirring Chu Yan’s breathing into disarray.

The damp heat on his ear made Chu Yan’s blood boil uncontrollably.

This jerk.

"You lied to me!"

Chu Yan suddenly blushed and said angrily.

Fu Junhang paused—was this a case of flustered anger?

"How did I lie to you?"

The hand around his waist tightened slightly, satisfied to hear the brat gasp, his ears turning even redder.

"You said I was your only patron. Liar."

"I didn’t lie."

"Then how are you so good at flirting?"

Fu Junhang chuckled lowly. "So, sugar daddy, are you jealous?"

"You wish," Chu Yan immediately denied. "Get this straight—*I’m* the patron here. You’re just a toy boy. Is it right for you to lie to your patron?"

"Alright, alright, you’re the patron," Fu Junhang realized that when this little one got flustered, he talked a lot. But his stubborn insistence was damn cute. "I swear, you’re my only patron."

Chu Yan was satisfied now, but soon he realized—before becoming a male model, this man must've rolled in money or connections. So, had there been many people around him? Were his flirting skills honed from them?

"Let me dry your hair."

"Mhm."

When the man’s slender fingers slid into his hair, lifting it gently, Chu Yan saw his handsome face in the mirror—flawless from every angle. His gaze was fixed on Chu Yan’s hair, his expression so focused, his movements so deliberate.

Of course, if not for the fact that his fingers kept brushing against Chu Yan’s ears or the back of his neck—intentionally or not—he might have believed that focus.

Hah. A slick player, always trying to seduce him.

But this man truly fit Chu Yan’s aesthetic perfectly—his figure, his looks, even his voice pushed all of Chu Yan’s buttons. So, it wasn’t Chu Yan’s fault for being captivated by beauty. A man like this—who *wouldn’t* be tempted?

The sound of his heartbeat suddenly grew loud. The scene in the mirror was so beautiful Chu Yan wouldn’t even dare dream of it.

But he also knew—this scene existed only in the mirror.

One was a male model pushed into the life by crushing debt. The other was a notorious, disgraced rich kid impostor, about to get buried in debt himself. Imagining these two together? It’d be a disaster.

With that thought, Chu Yan snapped back to reality instantly, hurriedly shaking off the dangerous thoughts in his head.

Shake, shake, shake—his hair ends flicked right into the man’s eyes.

Fu Junhang flinched back, and Chu Yan twisted around, trying to escape his embrace. But the next second, he was pressed back—this time from the front.

Seeing Chu Yan lose his balance, Fu Junhang swiftly caught him, then lifted him by the thighs and set him down—leaving Chu Yan perched prettily on the bathroom counter.

To make matters worse, the man crowded in close between Chu Yan’s legs, gripping his thighs tightly so he couldn’t move.

God, this was humiliating.

Chu Yan’s face, which had just cooled down, burned hotter again. His breathing grew shallow and quick.

"What are you doing~"

Chu Yan’s voice already had a hint of a whine, but now, with his unsteady breath and breathy whisper from embarrassment, it sounded like a total come-on. Fu Junhang felt his resolve crumbling, lured away by this little patron.

"You. My little patron."

Fu Junhang’s throat felt dry, his pulse pounding. This little minx had him eating out of his hand so easily.

Chu Yan panicked slightly. This cocky gigolo was too good at flirting—and claimed he only had one patron? How could he believe that?

"You animal~"

The sound seemed to come from his nose—breathy but defiant, unclear, yet more like a sultry murmur. Under the haze of desire, the youth’s voice carried a raw sex appeal. So pure, so pleasant—yet so damn hot.

Fu Junhang’s breathing grew even heavier.

"Sugar daddy, don’t you want it?"

If Chu Yan’s voice was soft and intoxicating, Fu Junhang’s was deep and husky, carrying the unique worldly charm of a mature man—smooth, especially in this atmosphere, laced with an irresistible dominance.

At times like this, Chu Yan could always sense an innate domineering aura from this man—like the natural commanding presence of someone born to lead, making others instinctively want to submit.

But Chu Yan, reborn and still in his rebellious phase, felt he needed to maintain some dignity. So, he tilted his nose up haughtily and managed to choke out two words.

"Don’t want."

"Tch~"

The man grinned wolfishly, his hand on Chu Yan’s thigh slowly sliding upward, until—

"Going commando—and you call this ‘don’t want’?"

Chu Yan froze instantly, humiliation burning through him. He hurriedly grabbed the man’s roaming hands.

"I—I just took a shower, isn’t it normal not to wear anything?"

"Wear what? Do you shower with clothes on? Are you insane? I’m a decent person—no, a *normal* person!"

Chu Yan’s flustered, half-baked comeback only made Fu Junhang chuckle darkly.

"Embarrassed fury."

"Like you care?"

The less confident he was, the louder he retorted, "Careful or I'll sue you for slander!"

"Pfft—"

How could his sugar baby be this cute?

Fu Junhang chuckled, pressing against him before leaning in close to his ear again, "But baby, I want you."

"So, little patron, have mercy on me and satisfy me?"

If anyone who knew Third Master Fu heard him say this, their jaws would hit the floor—was this something the devil would say?

Chu Yan, spoiled rotten, tilted his chin up with a cocky little grin. "Since you want it so badly... fine, mmph—"

His words were cut off by a kiss. By the time the two emerged from the bathroom, an hour had passed.

After another half-hour of messing around in the shower, Chu Yan was completely exhausted by the time they got out. Limp as a lazy cat, he let Fu Junhang carry him to the couch and dry his hair for him.

"When did you dye it?"

"Today. Does it look good?"

"Gorgeous. You'd look good in any color."

Chu Yan was pleased. While his own preference mattered, being complimented still made him happy.

"Done."

Suddenly, Chu Yan snatched the hairdryer away and pulled Fu Junhang down onto the couch. Before the other man could react, Chu Yan had already straddled his lap.

"My turn now."

Fu Junhang casually rested his hands on Chu Yan’s waist, giving it a teasing squeeze.

"My honor."

This damn male model was so ridiculously good-looking—who knew which sugar daddy would get to enjoy him in the future?

With his wet hair, that seductive face looked both alluring and wild. Chu Yan couldn’t help but wonder—what had this man been like before becoming a model?

Oh, whatever he was, he must’ve been a total horndog.

"Where the fuck are your hands going?!"

Chu Yan gritted his teeth and yanked back the roving hand that kept sliding lower.

"I want—"

"No, you don’t!"

He couldn’t take it anymore. Was this bastard never tired? Was this stamina even human?

Chu Yan couldn’t help but recall earlier—*that* waist, *that* stamina—ugh, his mind was corrupted!

Seriously, how could a man be so ridiculously good at everything? Was that even reasonable?

Seeing the little patron’s furious glare, Fu Junhang couldn’t resist teasing him further—pissing him off just to watch him explode.

So where Chu Yan forbade touching, he touched anyway. Where he wasn’t allowed to explore, he explored relentlessly. The motto? If it wouldn't kill him, he’d keep pushing his luck.

"Fuck this! I’m done!"

Chu Yan finally snapped, flinging away the groping hands for the nth time. He tossed the hairdryer aside in a huff, then deliberately messed up the stylish hairstyle he’d just dried—scratching it into a complete rat’s nest.

*Serves the damn bastard right!*

"Hmph!"

Chu Yan tried to roll off, wanting to put distance between himself and this misbehaving dog, but Fu Junhang held onto his thigh.

"Don’t go. I’m sorry."

"Get your fucking hands off me."

"I'll behave, okay? Don’t be mad."

Third Master Fu was getting alarmingly good at coaxing him now.

Even though the brat was glaring and pinching him in frustration, Fu Junhang couldn’t help but feel weirdly happy.

*Could this be... the legendary feeling of being in love?*

Chu Yan had been furious, but damn, the bastard was getting better at smooth-talking—just like how his technique kept getting better. Back when they first started, his words had been so awkward.

The man tilted his head up, his gaze entirely fixed on Chu Yan. Resting his chin on Chu Yan’s chest, he swayed slightly—like an oversized golden retriever begging for attention.

Right now, Chu Yan felt like he was watching a ferocious lion whine and beg like a puppy. That contrast was impossible to resist.

Besides, scenes like this might never happen again.

Suddenly, Chu Yan’s anger faded. He stared into the man’s eyes, his expression growing calm.

"Fine. I’m not mad anymore."

Fu Junhang lit up, pressing a light kiss to his lips. Chu Yan’s mouth was like some addictive candy—the more he kissed, the more he craved, never satisfied.

But then, the little patron’s next words turned Fu Junhang to stone.

"Wang Xing, let’s end this arrangement."

"What did you say?"

"I’m over it. I’m done playing," Chu Yan said flatly, his face blank, devoid of any warmth. "We’re done."