Chapter 165

Chapter 165

Shen Que: ?

After only a second of surprise, Shen Que understood—this area was bound to bring stimulation; after all, it was the butt, not the arm muscles.

To cure his condition, Shen Que was willing to go all out.

Besides, in his view, an adult’s butt was basically just two lumps of dead flesh from sitting too long, nothing to worry about.

"Whatever you say, you’re the doctor."

"Brother Shen, you’re definitely the kind of patient doctors love most."

Chen Zui’s timely praise made Shen Que hum proudly. Chen Zui was also a doctor who acts quickly and immediately began the massage.

He reached under the fabric to massage directly, which provided more sensation and was more beneficial for recovery.

Chen Zui really enjoyed the springy feel and started his massage treatment. Shen Que was silent, but under the light, his ears turned red—Chen Zui saw it clearly.

To his surprise, he realized Shen Que could actually feel shy, that he could be embarrassed by this.

Shen Que’s shyness came suddenly, only surfacing when he felt his butt being kneaded like dough, making him only then realize that he, a grown man, the older one, was having his butt grabbed by a younger guy. Even if it was for treatment, it was still somewhat shameful.

Yes, shameful.

Seeing Shen Que even controlling his breathing to keep it quiet, Chen Zui had the thought, "Aren’t you embarrassed?" So he switched from grasping to giving a sharp slap.

The sound echoed in the quiet bedroom, and Shen Que jumped up like a startled fish, looking at Chen Zui in disbelief.

"You hit me?"

And on my butt?

Shen Que had never had anyone smack his butt in his life. His expression turned serious—this was a matter of his dignity, as serious as being slapped across the face.

Chen Zui acted frightened and explained, "It’s one of the stimulation methods—doing something unexpected when you’re unprepared, to give you an unexpected jolt."

He looked "timidly" at Shen Que: "Brother Shen, I just wanted to treat you. Did I... do something wrong?"

Seeing Chen Zui looking so wronged he might cry, Shen Que remembered that Chen Zui was different from others—he was a doctor, and everything he did was to treat him.

Instantly softening his expression, he leaned in smiling: "No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s Brother Shen’s fault, Brother Shen overreacted."

Chen Zui pressed his lips together, lowered his gaze, and muttered, "Just now, I thought Brother Shen was going to hit me."

This startled Shen Que greatly. He leaned close to Chen Zui, hands hovering in the air without touching him, as if he didn’t know how to handle this version of Chen Zui.

"How could I? How could I ever hit you?"

"Heaven knows, you’re wronging me here."

Chen Zui looked at him again: "If I’ve wronged Brother Shen, then it’s still my fault, right?"

Shen Que was stunned and took a sharp breath. How did this turn into a dead end? It was the first time he’d seen Chen Zui angry, but how was he supposed to comfort him?

Watching Chen Zui lower his head again without speaking, Shen Que got anxious, scratching his head and occasionally letting out an "eh" without follow-up, frustrated at being bad with words.

Ao Tian: Every Chen Zui in every world is truly remarkable.

Ao Tian: No wonder it chose you as its big brother!

Shen Que was out of ideas and tilted his head into Chen Zui's view: "You're not wrong. It's all Brother Shen's fault. Brother Shen shouldn't have misunderstood you, wronged you, failed to understand you, or support your work. If you're angry, how about hitting Brother Shen a couple of times?"

Chen Zui looked at him.

Shen Que also stared at him pleadingly.

After a long moment, Chen Zui finally spoke: "I won't hit you. I just want to treat you. If Brother Shen is willing to cooperate, then assume the position, and I'll smack you a few more times to see the effect."

Shen Que looked troubled—more spanking?

He wanted to ask Chen Zui to change the treatment method, but under Chen Zui's gaze, he was speechless. Fine, since he was the one who messed up with his words and made Chen Zui angry, he'd better just appease him first.

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

Shen Que assumed a dramatically resigned posture, lying face down and sticking his butt up.

This position was a hundred times more humiliating than before!

He turned his head and said to Chen Zui: "But our treatment must be kept secret. This is an order from the leader of the Invincible Gang to you."

Chen Zui looked at the man lying there with his hips raised, still giving him orders.

He curled his lips into a smile: "As you command."

Only then did Shen Que bury his flushed face into the pillow, thinking to himself, the sooner, the better.

After Shen Que turned his head back, Chen Zui's expression also changed, returning to his true self—cold, fully in control, his eyes no longer pitiful but ambitious and full of aggression as he eyed his prey.

He knelt behind Shen Que, flexed his wrist, and though he wanted to slap him hard, he held back to hide his strength.

He landed a slap that was neither too light nor too heavy, as if watching a jiggling chocolate pudding.

Because of his skin tone, Chen Zui's palm print wasn't very visible.

Shen Que gritted his teeth. This was so damn humiliating! He no longer cared whether it hurt or not.

Chen Zui delivered a good twenty slaps in a row without pause, only stopping when he could clearly see his fingerprints left on the skin, satisfied.

As for Shen Que, he felt like his ass was on fire, burning intensely.

"How does Brother Shen feel?"

The hand that had just been slapping him now switched to a gentle massage, as if to say it was all for the treatment, and the real him felt sorry for Shen Que.

Shen Que's face was flushed red. Not wanting to lose face after Chen Zui's question, he casually said: "It's nothing, just feels a bit burning."

"I'll go get some ice to cool Brother Shen down."

With that, Chen Zui left.

As soon as he left, Shen Que immediately sprang up, grimacing as he rubbed himself. He hadn't expected to be hit so many times, and he was too embarrassed to ask to stop midway.

Hearing footsteps coming upstairs, Shen Que quickly resumed his earlier posture, lying down as if nothing had happened.

Chen Zui placed the ice on him, and Shen Que's muscles tensed from the cold. He hissed but finally felt relief from the burning sensation, wishing he could apply a whole ice pack there.

Chen Zui's fingertips pushed the ice across the swollen area, sliding it around. Soon, the ice began to melt into water, glistening under the light.

Chen Zui glided the ice cube over the skin, around and around.

Shen Que, who had been enjoying the sensation, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils trembling slightly—the ice had just slid over *there*!

*

He wondered if it was just his imagination.

Soon, the ice slid over that spot again. Before Shen Que could even turn his head, his hand shot out and grabbed Chen Zui’s arm. "Wait a moment," he said.

When he turned to look, he was met with Chen Zui’s puzzled, innocent expression.

Shen Que felt like he was on fire. Doctors really do see every part of the human body as the same! But he couldn’t handle it!

"Th-that area… let’s skip that part," he stammered, staring at Chen Zui, worried he might not understand. Fortunately, Chen Zui seemed to get it and nodded in understanding.

Shen Que breathed a sigh of relief, released his grip, and turned his head back around.

After being brushed by the ice twice, that sensitive spot was still tingling, contracting involuntarily.

Chen Zui continued cooling Shen Que with the ice for another 15 minutes before ending the evening’s massage therapy.

*

Despite the lingering discomfort, Shen Que forced himself to lie down and sleep.

——

Chen Zui was busy in his clinic when, close to noon, he saw Shen Que and a few of his underlings passing by. The underlings were carrying hoes and other tools, all wearing straw hats and moving with purpose.

He just managed to catch one of the underlings saying, "Boss, your butt is so perky it could hold up a bottle of mung bean water!" The guy even reached out as if to give it a slap.

Shen Que, in the middle of lighting a cigarette, paused and kicked the underling away. "Get lost," he grumbled.

The underling laughed. "How’d you get it like that, Boss?"

Shen Que took a drag of his cigarette and retorted irritably, "I’ll whip you a hundred times with a cane—guarantee you’ll have the perkiest ass in town."

Chen Zui averted his gaze. "Ao Tian, could you help me get a book?"

Ao Tian asked, "What book?"

...

Not long after dinner, darkness fell. Xiao Xu hurried to the clinic. "Doctor Chen, the boss sent me to ask you to come to the river."

Chen Zui had just returned from Xiao Wu’s place. "What’s it about?"

"Boss didn’t say."

"You’ll know when you get there."

"Alright."

"Then I’ll be off."

Xiao Xu glanced at Xiao Wu before leaving.

Chen Zui took off his white coat, picked up the book he’d been holding, and went upstairs to place it on his bedside table.

He headed out of town, exchanging casual greetings with people enjoying the cool evening air outside their homes. Once beyond the town, he followed the cement road eastward. The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the road. There were no lights out here, and the sliver of a moon in the sky provided little illumination—everything was pitch black.

Gradually, he began to hear the sound of water, and just the noise alone brought a sense of coolness.

Chen Zui glanced toward the river but saw no one. He continued upstream along the bank. At one point, his steps faltered almost imperceptibly, and his dark eyes shifted toward a row of trees to his left.

The path was narrow, so the trees were close. Suddenly, a figure wearing a mask and hat, completely concealed, leaped out from behind a tree. Chen Zui didn’t resist as the person grabbed him.

He let out a sharp cry.

The assailant pulled him close, covering his mouth and pressing a dagger against his throat.

Ao Tian: "Who is that? Chen Zui, now’s not the time to play weak!"

Chen Zui: "It’s Shen Que."

Ao Tian: "Huh?"

Ao Tian: "This guy is testing you again? Tsk tsk, he’s more cautious than I thought."

Chen Zui trembled uncontrollably, his breathing quickened. He leaned his head back, trying to put distance between his neck and the blade, muffled sounds escaping from behind the hand covering his mouth.

The attacker remained silent, dragging him toward the trees.

Chen Zui struggled, but he was just a weak man—easily overpowered. He tried to bite the hand covering his mouth but failed. He really was no good at fighting.

Pinned harshly against a tree trunk, his muffled cries shifted in tone, pain evident in his expression.

The assailant raised the dagger. Under the faint moonlight, the blade gleamed coldly as it thrust toward him.

This could be fatal.

Chen Zui’s reaction was to shrink back, closing his eyes and curling into himself as if trying to make his body as small as possible.

The dagger stopped just short of him.

Chen Zui’s body continued to shake uncontrollably.

The attacker stared at him for a moment, then released him and melted into the darkness.

After a while, Chen Zui slid weakly down the tree trunk, collapsing onto the ground in a disheveled heap. He gasped for air, his eyes dazed and filled with lingering fear.

The sound of running footsteps approached rapidly. Soon, an anxious Shen Que appeared before him. Shen Que crouched down, gripping his shoulders while scanning the surroundings warily.

"What happened? I heard a scream," Shen Que asked.

Chen Zui’s gaze shifted stiffly toward him. After staring for a couple of seconds, he threw himself into Shen Que’s arms. "Brother Shen, just now… someone tried to kill me…"

He trembled in Shen Que’s embrace, clearly terrified.

Shen Que patted his back reassuringly. "It’s alright, it’s alright. Brother Shen is here. Brother Shen will protect you."

Guilt was written all over Shen Que’s face. Hidden under his vest was a practice dagger with a blunted edge. Now he was finally certain—Chen Zui had no combat skills whatsoever. No one could fake their reaction when their life was on the line.

As the leader of East Town, he was responsible for the safety of everyone there. It was his duty to know each person’s background and capabilities.

Gradually, Chen Zui’s nerves settled under Shen Que’s comforting words. He pulled away from the embrace, still uneasy, and ventured a guess, "Was it someone from West Town? Does Liang Yingzhang have it out for me? Did he send someone to kill me?"

Shen Que nodded: "Exactly, it must be. That guy just won’t quit. Too bad we didn't catch him in the act—he’d never admit it anyway," he added.

He seamlessly pinned the blame on Liang Yingzhang, following Chen Zui’s lead.

"Brother Shen will find a chance to get him back for you later." He helped Chen Zui up from the ground and brushed off the dust from his clothes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Chen Zui shook his head: "Brother Shen, I'm fine. I'm just a little shaken up. But what’d you call me over for?"

"Ah, I just thought the river would be cool in the evening and wanted to ask you to join me for a dip. I didn’t expect something like this to happen. Let’s head back for today."

He supported Chen Zui: "Come on, take it slow."

Ao Tian: "How did you know it was Shen Que?"

Chen Zui: "From his build and his scent."

For a mercenary, this was a basic skill.

Ao Tian: "It seems he trusts you now after this incident. Let me check his favorability."

It was shocking once he checked.

Ao Tian: "It’s actually 48%!"

Ao Tian: "I haven’t checked in a few days, and it’s already risen this high."

But then it occurred to him—given the things Shen Que allowed Chen Zui to do to him, it would indeed be strange if the favorability were low.

It seems this world is still quite simple.

The two returned to the town. This time, Shen Que walked Chen Zui all the way upstairs: "I’m not going back to shower today. I’ll shower here after you, so don’t worry, take your time."

"Thank you, Brother Shen."

Chen Zui glanced at the book on the nightstand, then took a towel and went into the bathroom.

Shen Que, still in his clothes, not having showered, leaned against the bed and sat on the floor, recalling the earlier scene. Chen Zui had shown no fight in him.

Too weak.

He’d have to teach him some self-defense moves.

His eyes wandering idly, he noticed the book about to fall from the nightstand. He reached over and picked it up. When he saw the title, his eyes widened instantly.

*How Men Can Achieve Orgasm*

There’s even a book like this!

Other books Shen Que would’ve ignored, but this one he had to look into closely. He opened it and found notes scribbled by Chen Zui inside.

The content was related to treating his condition. Through the detailed notes, he could sense Chen Zui’s dedication to helping him.

From now on, he would trust Chen Zui completely.

Shen Que flipped to a dog-eared page. He unfolded it, frowned, and looked puzzled.

What's a prostate?

He leaned closer, studying the page intently. Though he didn’t recognize some characters, the book had illustrations. Even without reading the text, he understood from the diagrams.

*

He tensed.

That's actually in there?

Ao Tian: "He should be reading by now."

Ao Tian: "Do you think he’ll actively seek your help for treatment, or pretend he saw nothing?"

Chen Zui rinsed the shower gel off his head: "I’m not too sure either."

After dealing with Shen Que for so long, he had only one thought: a straight guy's thought process is hard to predict.

Both he and Ao Tian were looking forward to it.

Shen Que was totally engrossed in reading. The book said massaging this spot is most stimulating for a man, but Chen Zui had noted on this page: Brother Shen might not be willing...

The six dots showed he was conflicted too.

Shen Que became more aware of Chen Zui’s sincerity and dedication toward him. But Chen Zui wasn’t wrong—he really couldn’t accept it, even though they were both men, even if it was for treatment, even though he’d already lent his leg.

But this...

No, no.

Shen Que carefully took note of the steps. It seemed quite simple: just insert something, find the spot, and then poke it vigorously.

Hearing the shower turn off, Shen Que quickly folded that page back up and placed the book on the cabinet.

A moment later, Chen Zui came out, and it was Shen Que’s turn to shower. Standing under the spray, his mind was still full of the book’s contents. As he rubbed shower gel over his body, his hand unconsciously wandered down there.

Only when his fingertip touched the spot did he snap out of it.

He immediately pulled his hand away.

Tsk.

What was he doing in someone else’s bathroom!

Shen Que began to wash himself seriously and solemnly.

After his shower, thinking about Chen Zui’s rough experience that night, he said, "No treatment tonight. You should rest well."

Chen Zui didn’t say anything.

Ao Tian: "Looks like he's pretending he didn't notice anything."

Ao Tian: "As expected, no straight guy, no matter how dense, would be that careless."

——

Shen Que had that book on his mind all the time these past few days. Moreover, the medicine and treatment plan Chen Zui had given him, frankly, hadn't really been working. Maybe a more intense method was really needed.

He was going to Chen Zui’s place that evening, so he only had time to himself during the day. After a busy morning, Shen Que returned to his own place on his lunch break.

First, he took a shower. While washing, he gritted his teeth and tried putting his finger there.

He was awkward about it, mostly because it was too embarrassing. Realizing it wasn't really working standing up, he turned off the shower, dried himself, and went back to the bedroom, spreading his legs apart.

Recalling the book’s instructions, he remembered that the spot wasn't that far inside and would be pretty easy to find.

Shen Que thought to himself, determined to push through in one go... but his finger was rebuffed.

He had to start from the periphery, trying to soften this defensive area—even its owner wasn’t welcome. He worked in circular motions, rubbing and kneading.

But it still felt awkward.

After persistent effort, he managed to insert the tip of his finger just a little, but then made no further progress. Shen Que tsked in frustration—why was this so troublesome? The book made it sound so simple.

He considered being a bit more forceful.

But the pain was excruciating.

Shen Que’s first attempt ended in failure.

That evening, Chen Zui came as usual to give Shen Que a massage treatment and noticed that Shen Que was distracted.

He didn’t say anything.

After that, Shen Que tried two more times but still couldn’t manage it—he couldn’t even penetrate.

When it was time for Chen Zui to give him another massage treatment, Shen Que felt he had no choice but to ask for help.

He’d just ask; he’d still do it himself in the end.

“Chen Zui.”

Chen Zui, who was massaging him, looked over, waiting for him to continue.

Before speaking, Shen Que nervously licked his lips and gestured toward the book on the nightstand. “I’ve read this book.”

Chen Zui: “I found it while searching the storage room. There are quite a few useful books in there.”

Shen Que wasn’t focused on that at the moment. Originally intending to avoid eye contact, he lowered his gaze and saw his nipple being pinched by Chen Zui.

He looked elsewhere and saw his buttocks being stroked by Chen Zui.

In the end, he could only stare at his own fingers.

“I also read the folded page.”

Chen Zui was silent for a moment before letting out an “Oh.” The atmosphere in the bedroom grew somewhat tense.

After a while, Chen Zui spoke again: “That’s also one of the treatment methods. Medical science was advanced back then, so it probably wasn’t fabricated. But it is a bit embarrassing, which is why I never brought it up to you, Brother Shen. As a doctor, I can accept it, but I also understand if you can’t.”

“It’s not that I can’t accept it.”

Chen Zui looked at Shen Que.

Shen Que lit a cigarette, trying hard to appear nonchalant. “I can massage it myself.”

Chen Zui: “Brother Shen, you’ve tried it?”

Shen Que coughed from the smoke—this guy’s mind was too sharp.

Ao Tian: “What!”

Ao Tian: “So the straightness is a closet lie!”

Chen Zui was also surprised—he’d always said straight men’s behavior was unpredictable.

Chen Zui asked again: “So how did it feel?”

Shen Que took a deep drag of his cigarette: “Well... to be honest, I couldn’t insert my fingers.”

“Why do you think that is?”

The two stared at each other.

Faced with the genuine curiosity and confusion in Shen Que’s eyes, Chen Zui slowly replied: “Because you’re too tight, Brother Shen.”

The cigarette in Shen Que’s mouth burned quietly, and he felt like he was flushing too. Chen Zui’s expression and tone were perfectly normal.

But why was his heart racing? He nervously took another puff. “Oh.”

After a moment of silence: “Then tell me what to do.”

Chen Zui thought for a moment: “But I don’t know how you did it, Brother Shen.”

“Can you demonstrate for me? That way, I can give you advice based on the actual situation.”

The cigarette fell from Shen Que’s mouth.

What the hell?

Chen Zui still wore a serious expression: “In medicine, we tailor treatment to the patient. The worst thing in treating an illness is making a diagnosis based on experience without examining the patient.”

Seeing that Shen Que still wasn’t speaking or moving, he blinked: “Brother Shen, are you shy?”

He smiled: “I thought a hardened man like you wouldn’t feel embarrassed about seeing a doctor.”

“Brother Shen, you’re actually kinda cute.”

Shen Que’s face flushed bright red from the remarks. He muttered, “Who’s cute? I’m not cute. Why would I be shy? I’m just worried about you...”

Who would want to look at another man’s parts?

Chen Zui’s smile faded: “Brother Shen, I’m a doctor. Don’t doubt my professionalism.”

Shen Que: “What professionalism? What does that mean?”

Chen Zui: “...Let’s get started.”

Shen Que took one last drag of his cigarette and slowly began to move, spreading his long legs—one to the left, one to the right.

Chen Zui, positioned directly in front of him, got the clear vantage point.

Shen Que: “This is how I...”

His hand moved toward the area.

Chen Zui watched, thinking to himself that this was more engaging than doing it himself. A man’s fingers were calloused and sturdy, but that area was delicate and tender.

Shen Que’s movements were awkward and rough.

“Brother Shen, take it slow. I need a better look.”

Chen Zui leaned in closer, his breath warming the area, then...

*

he pulled back a little.

Shen Que was sweating—honestly, he had no idea what he was doing anymore, his fingers moving in stiff, circular motions.

Chen Zui noticed that the folds would smooth out as his fingers moved over them.

"Brother Shen, this part is quite beautiful."

Shen Que was so embarrassed he nearly lost consciousness: "You... you..."

He had no idea what to say—this praise was completely unnecessary.

He quickly circled his fingers twice: "I just do it like this, and then..."

His fingers moved to the right spot, trying to push inward, and this time, surprisingly, he succeeded!

Shen Que was stunned!

What was going on?

Chen Zui: "Brother Shen, keep going, I'll observe a bit more."