Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Sunlight crept up the window, casting a sliver of light through the gap in the curtains. Shen Que lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Chen Zui’s face.

He couldn’t get enough.

He had always thought Chen Zui was good-looking, but after realizing his feelings, he found Chen Zui even more captivating—so much so that he wanted to touch his thick eyebrows, pinch his cheeks, and brush his lips against Chen Zui's.

Shen Que’s eyes were filled with longing and desire, and he occasionally swallowed nervously.

How could he make Chen Zui fall for him?

He stared at those lips he had kissed before. Wait—before trying to win Chen Zui over, there was something important he had to do: he needed to put an end to those massage sessions for that other guy!

Though he felt guilty toward the other brother, Shen Que simply couldn’t accept it. He was willing to give everything, even his life, for the people of this town, but he would never sacrifice the person he loved.

His gaze shifted, landing on the familiar morning distraction he usually played with secretly.

He pursed his lips, suddenly feeling too shy to play with it now.

Chen Zui, still asleep, shifted and snuggled deeper into his embrace. Shen Que’s lips curled into a grin instantly, and he gazed down at the person in his arms with a foolish smile.

Just as he couldn’t resist reaching out to wrap his arm around Chen Zui’s waist—

Chen Zui’s eyes suddenly flew open.

Shen Que’s hand froze mid-air for a moment before he quickly brought it down to scratch his own hip.

Flustered and guilty, he said, “You’re awake? I just woke up too.”

Chen Zui still seemed a bit dazed. He let out a lazy hum and nuzzled his head, making Shen Que—this big straight man—break into a fond, doting smile.

He wanted to ruffle Chen Zui’s hair.

He wanted to pull him into his arms.

He wanted to kiss him.

He wanted to kiss him... kiss him... kiss him... kiss him... kiss him...

Chen Zui stretched and sat up, moving out of Shen Que’s embrace. If he hadn’t, Shen Que might have started drooling over him.

“Brother Shen, you’re up so early.”

Shen Que wiped his mouth and sat up against the headboard. “Just habit. Chen Zui, I want to talk to you about treating that other person.”

Chen Zui turned his head toward him.

Shen Que said, “Don’t treat him yourself. Tell him where to massage and let him do it on his own.”

“Why?”

Shen Que had thought hard to come up with a reason. “Think about it—you’d be kissing him and then kissing me. That’s unhygienic.”

“You’re a doctor; you know how important hygiene is. As for massaging other areas, he can handle those on his own. He doesn’t necessarily need your help.”

“Besides, helping both of us is too exhausting for you. There should be a pecking order—I should come first.”

Surprisingly, his reasons sounded quite reasonable.

Shen Que waited expectantly for Chen Zui’s response. He wanted Chen Zui to develop feelings for him during the treatment period and agree to be his boyfriend. That way, even after his treatment ended, Chen Zui wouldn’t use this method on anyone else.

Because by then, Chen Zui would have to honor his boyfriend duties and be faithful only to him.

Shen Que: Heh, what kind of leader would I be if I didn’t have some brains?

Chen Zui seemed to consider for a moment before saying, “Alright, Brother Shen, you make a fair point.”

Shen Que couldn’t help but smile.

Mission accomplished!

Sorry, whoever you are, other brother!

——

Chen Zui watched as Qiu Tong skillfully slid a needle into a patient’s vein. “Not bad.”

Praised, Qiu Tong stood taller with pride. The auntie who had come in for a shot due to a fever also praised her technique, making the young girl’s face turn redder and redder.

Just then, a flashy figure appeared at the doorway, drawing all eyes. All eyes popped open in shock, leaving everyone speechless.

Shen Que, standing at the entrance, wore a top covered in sequins that glittered under the light like a disco ball. He paired it with ankle-length wide-leg pants that tapered at the ankles and a floral scarf tied around his waist.

It was nothing like his usual sleeveless shirts and cargo pants.

Chen Zui’s brow furrowed uncontrollably—this was a style he simply couldn’t stomach.

Ao Tian commented, “If the top is bold, the bottom shouldn’t be. If the bottom is bold, the top should be understated…”

Ao Tian: “Trying to do too much just kills the style.”

After his sharp critique, Ao Tian broke into hysterics. “Hahaha—Is he dressed up like this to impress you? Hahaha—Straight men’s fashion sense should be a crime.”

Shen Que, with his hair heavily gelled and slicked back, crossed his arms and struck a pose against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on Chen Zui.

He was just about to launch into his cool-guy act—

Qiu Tong asked dead seriously, “Boss, have you lost your mind?”

Shen Que was stunned speechless.

Song Luo also wore a stern expression. “Maybe he’s sick. I’ll get a thermometer to check if the boss has a fever first.”

The patient auntie stared at Shen Que for a moment before saying, “Ugh…”

Everyone’s reaction was completely different from what Shen Que had imagined. He had thought he would make a dazzling entrance, earning praise from everyone for his style—especially from Chen Zui.

This outfit was something he had researched in books and had specially made. It had taken a full day to make.

He looked at Chen Zui—after all, his reaction mattered the most.

Song Luo reappeared with a thermometer. “Boss, let me check your temperature.”

Shen Que brushed him off impatiently. He saw no admiration in Chen Zui’s eyes—only a forced twitch at the corner of his lips. This plan had utterly failed.

"You guys go ahead, I'm heading upstairs first."

Shen Que went upstairs feeling frustrated. After a moment of silence, everyone quietly chuckled.

"The boss's hair looks like it's been licked by a young calf."

"Why is the boss dressed like that?"

Chen Zui stayed out of the discussion. He went upstairs and found Shen Que had already taken off his clothes, sitting on the bed in just his underwear, looking frustrated. Shen Que glanced at him briefly before looking away.

"Brother Shen."

Shen Que didn’t respond.

Chen Zui walked over with a smile and sat down beside him. "Are you upset?"

"...No."

Shen Que just felt embarrassed in front of Chen Zui. He was trying to make a good impression in Chen Zui’s eyes.

He looked at Chen Zui and asked, "Was that outfit really that bad?"

"It’s not that it was bad, it just didn’t suit you, Brother Shen. You’re not the type for anything too flashy."

Shen Que nodded thoughtfully.

Then Chen Zui added, "Just being yourself is handsome enough. You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever seen."

Shen Que’s frustration instantly vanished; he was thrilled. He felt over the moon, floating on cloud nine from Chen Zui’s praise.

—

Shen Que hadn’t given up on trying to dress to impress him and seduce Chen Zui.

This time, he was confident he wouldn’t make a mistake because he believed he had figured out exactly what Chen Zui likes. Instead of relying on books, he decided to go with his gut.

Two nights later, as Chen Zui finished getting ready in the bathroom, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

Soon, he saw Shen Que. Chen Zui stopped walking toward the bed, his eyes lighting up in admiration.

Shen Que was wearing a dark gray suit that accentuated his well-built figure. The suit was left open, revealing a sexy see-through black shirt underneath.

He walked in wearing thin-soled black leather shoes, commanding attention.

Under the bright light, the outline of his well-defined muscles was faintly visible through the shirt. Though Chen Zui was already familiar with every inch of him, the added layer of clothing made it even more enticing.

Ao Tian: "This outfit actually makes him look presentable."

Shen Que placed a bottle of baijiu he was carrying on the table, acting casual. "I had to discuss winter plans with the people from West Town today, so I dressed more formally."

Inside, he was ecstatic!

This time, he’d definitely gotten it right!

He had thought about what style Chen Zui would like and figured a suit would work, so he got himself one immediately.

"Brother Shen, that suit looks great on you."

Shen Que smiled casually and sat down in a chair, crossing one long leg over the other. The fabric of his trousers stretched taut over his thighs, and the slightly raised cuffs revealed his well-defined ankles.

He opened the baijiu and poured two glasses. "Just something I threw on. This liquor is freshly made—have a taste."

He handed one glass to Chen Zui, who had sat down on the edge of the bed. Compared to his usual carefree demeanor, Shen Que now radiated a mature, cool vibe.

It was clear he had really went all out.

Chen Zui took the glass and first smelled it. "The aroma is very strong."

"Try it—it’s even better." Shen Que raised his glass to clink with Chen Zui’s. Every movement made it hard to look away from his sheer shirt, which, though black, shimmered under the light.

It was really hot.

After a sip, Chen Zui felt the drink burn his throat and stomach.

His body gradually started heating up.

Shen Que asked, "Were you busy today?"

Chen Zui replied, "Not too bad. Just a lot of people getting sick from the weather changing. Brother Shen, you should take care of yourself too."

Shen Que smiled at him. "With you around, I’ll be fine."

Ao Tian: "Oh wow, this straight guy's full of surprises. Where did he learn all this?"

Shen Que and Chen Zui chatted casually, but every gesture Shen Que made was meant to show off his charm.

For example, he casually unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt, turning it into a deep V-neck.

The baijiu was quite strong, and Chen Zui’s fair skin was already turning red.

Shen Que watched him, his heart feeling antsy with desire. Although his "problem" wasn’t fixed yet and wasn't working yet, he could still do other things to satisfy his cravings.

He set down his glass. "You’ve been treating me for so long. I’ve always wanted to really thank you."

Chen Zui said, "There’s no need. It’s what I should do."

Shen Que disagreed. "You’ve done more than enough. You deserve my gratitude."

"Alright then, how does Brother Shen plan to thank me?"

Shen Que traced the rim of his glass, trying to sound calm. "The best way to thank a single man is, of course…"

He glanced toward Chen Zui’s crotch.

As if discussing an everyday thing, he said, "If you don’t mind, I could suck you off as a thank-you gift."

He appeared calm, but he was so nervous that he stopped fidgeting with the glass. He added with a smile, "It could also count as a mouth massage. This kind of stimulation might even help my condition."

Ao Tian: "The straight guy’s approach is really blunt!"

"What do you think?"

"My mouth would please you more than my legs could."

Chen Zui seemed interested but shy. When their eyes met, his face turned even redder, but he kept glancing at Shen Que’s lips.

Shen Que noticed all these reactions, boosting his confidence. It seemed Chen Zui didn’t mind the idea.

"Brother Shen, you sure?"

Shen Que gave a casual smile: "You've helped me so much, I do have this much sincerity. Don't worry, I'm not lying to you."

He reached out to pull Chen Zui closer; this way he sat on the chair while Chen Zui stood at just the right height.

"Brother Shen, can I make a request?"

"Of course."

Chen Zui, bashfully and with his most innocent expression, said: "Brother Shen, can you kneel down?"

He pointed downward in front of himself: "Crawl over here on your knees."

Author's Note:

Kneeling while wearing formal attire—one of Chen Zui's kinks.