Chapter 178

Chapter 178

Chen Zui managed a reluctant smile.

Seeing him smile, Shen Que stroked his cheek. "Good boy."

Never in his life had Chen Zui expected such an endearment.

Good boy.

Truly a good boy.

He leaned back fully against the chair, his cheek slipping from Shen Que’s palm. Tilting his head slightly, he rested it on his hand, propped on the armrest.

Perhaps because he had come to know the real Chen Zui, Shen Que felt this posture made him look like a true boss—the kind who remained calm and effortlessly in control of everything.

"Brother Shen."

"I’m a bit tired, so would you mind handling the rest of the massage therapy yourself?"

Shen Que didn’t quite grasp his meaning at first. Do the massage therapy himself?

How could he…

Then the penny dropped. Of course he could—after all, what was needed for the massage therapy was already right there.

Chen Zui’s hand, resting on his waist, drummed lightly on his side as if playing piano keys.

"Brother Shen, you control the angle, speed, and position. See what stimulates your condition best. It might be better than leaving it to me."

That made sense.

So Shen Que nodded. "Got it. You rest."

"Thank you, Brother Shen~"

"But I need to borrow your shoulders." Shen Que placed both his large hands on Chen Zui’s shoulders, using them for support as he began the massage therapy, now under his own direction.

He slowly rose.

His brows furrowed slightly—it still felt strange, and he needed time to adjust.

Chen Zui didn’t rush him. He did nothing, simply observing and admiring with eyes that reflected crescent moons under the light.

Whenever Shen Que met his gaze, he would quickly look away. This no-longer-straight straight man was clearly showing his shyness.

He sat back down.

He let out a shaky exhale.

After getting used to it for a while, Shen Que’s expression underwent a subtle change. The slight furrow in his brows no longer seemed like discomfort, and the rhythm of the massage quickened, as if he wanted to speed up the progress.

Straight men really go hard.

Chen Zui made this assessment in his heart.

He calmly and expressionlessly enjoyed the straight man’s dedicated efforts.

He let go of the hand on Shen Que’s waist—he could no longer hold on. Shen Que was like a bird frantically flapping; the harder he gripped Chen Zui’s shoulders, the more intense and rapturous Shen Que’s expression became. His lips parted, his white teeth biting his lower lip, occasionally releasing to let out hot, panting breaths.

His heavy-lidded eyes no longer met Chen Zui’s gaze, and he forgot all about shyness.

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More people were on night duty, and from time to time, the sounds of their patrols, footsteps, and conversations could be heard.

Some, still rattled from that intense night, simply couldn’t sleep and chatted outside, enjoying the autumn night breeze.

The night wasn’t particularly quiet.

Chen Zui shifted his gaze. The pillar had become slick with moisture, and the source of the moisture was obvious.

It wasn’t particularly quiet where he was, either. A ravenous straight man was feasting like his life depended on it, as if trying to stretch his stomach to its limits, to wring out every last bit from the feast and get his fill in one go.

He’d probably forgotten all about the treatment, only thinking about how to eat more, to eat more satisfyingly.

Fortunately, Shen Que had also gotten the hang of it. Originally, he had wanted to locate that ‘gland’ or whatever Chen Zui mentioned, but later he realized it was unnecessary.

After all, his massage partner was big enough—he didn’t need to do anything else.

He only needed to lose himself in it completely, to make complete use of his massage partner, and he could get what he wanted, even beyond his imagination.

In his swaying vision, he saw his problem area reaching new heights of stiffness!

Shen Que was so excited he almost shouted. Changing the massage therapy method really was effective for treating his condition—Chen Zui hadn’t lied to him at all!

He could even clearly feel something rushing to that sore spot inside him, a sensation that made his scalp tingle, made goosebumps break out all over, and made him tremble!

He loved this massage therapy to death!

Shen Que let out a deep groan, pounding even faster.

Fully immersed.

Chen Zui lifted the index finger of the hand propping his cheek and swept it over his brow.

Straight men are quite impressive.

Shen Que’s stamina was unreal. Anyone else would’ve given out by now, but this actually made things easier for Chen Zui—he didn’t have to do a thing.

This straight man was such a treat.

Shen Que felt it was almost there—his condition was almost cured.

"Boss!"

Someone suddenly called out to him from outside.

It startled Shen Que, freezing him in place, unsure what he was doing or what he should do.

Beads of sweat slid down his dazed eyes.

"Boss, are you asleep?"

It sounded like Xiao Xu. Shen Que snapped back to reality, full of regret—he was so damn close!

He had to end the massage therapy for now. Climbing off of Chen Zui, he stomped over irritably toward the window. The window was high up, and no one could see in from outside, so he didn't bother pulling his pants up.

He leaned against the windowsill and looked down: "What is it?"

Xiao Xu craned his neck: "Boss, you're still awake? I saw the light on, so I figured you weren't asleep yet."

From the look of him, it didn't seem like anything urgent.

Shen Que rested his arm on the windowsill: "Get to the point."

Chen Zui moved away from the armchair and glanced at the person behind the windowsill; the originally honey-colored butt had turned somewhat red.

As he walked over, he quietly removed the small garment from the *item* and slipped up behind Shen Que, placing one hand on his butt.

Shen Que flinched. Before he could turn around, he heard Xiao Xu say with a grin: "Doctor Chen, you're still awake too."

Chen Zui's other hand gripped Shen Que's massage tool, pushing forward as he replied to Xiao Xu with a smile: "Yeah, not asleep yet. Are you on night duty tonight?"

Shen Que couldn't turn his head back. The current situation made his head spin—Xiao Xu was downstairs, and behind him was Chen Zui, who was still treating him at this very moment!

No.

I mean, does the treatment really have to be this urgent?

Shen Que went rigid against the windowsill.

Xiao Xu looked up at the two behind the window: "Yeah, I'm on night duty tonight. Wow, Doctor Chen, you’re in such great shape!"

His eyes sparkled with envy.

Chen Zui was in a good mood tonight and felt like chatting more: "Not bad, just exercise regularly."

Xiao Xu: "What exercises do you do? I want to do it too!"

Chen Zui: "It's pretty simple. I focus on working my waist, like this, moving back…"

As he spoke, he leaned back.

"And then forward."

He lunged forward sharply, with a powerful thrust: "Do this every day, and at least your waist won’t have any flab."

He smiled.

Xiao Xu looked as if he’d learned something valuable, completely unaware that his boss was now fully pressed against the windowsill and hadn’t spoken for a while.

Xiao Xu: "Doctor Chen, can you do a few more reps so I can see the speed? That way I can practice when I get back."

"Sure," Chen Zui agreed readily.

"Start with a warm-up, you don’t need to go too fast. At a pace like mine—about one, two, three—"

As he spoke, Chen Zui slowly moved back and forth, teaching Xiao Xu the proper exercise method, playing the helpful guy.

Shen Que pursed his lips, feeling that something wasn’t quite right—it felt less smooth but hotter.

Xiao Xu watched with intense focus but noticed a problem: "Boss, can you move aside? I want to see more clearly."

Shen Que gritted his teeth: "Do you have to be so nosy!"

Xiao Xu pouted; the boss was being really irritable tonight.

Chen Zui: "After warming up, we speed up."

He braced one hand on the windowsill: "At this stage, do as many as you can in a minute, and then try to extend the duration at that pace."

After explaining, he began demonstrating for Xiao Xu.

Xiao Xu’s jaw gradually dropped. Wow—Doctor Chen was incredible, so fast that his eyes could barely keep up. But the boss was really in the way—did he have to stand right in front of Doctor Chen?

Shen Que’s fists couldn’t even clench properly; he was going insane. Didn’t Chen Zui say he was tired? And even though this was for treatment, doing it right in front of Xiao Xu was just way over the top!

Yet it was also even more stimulating.

His sore spot rubbed against the wall, feeling burning.

Xiao Xu roughly counted and felt that Doctor Chen must have done about a hundred reps in that minute.

That was insane.

Doctor Chen is a beast! The boss is such a nuisance!

Chen Zui looked down; Shen Que’s muscular legs were trembling, sweat dripping. He continued to Xiao Xu: "This is roughly how I usually exercise. You can try it too, but don’t rush at first—take it slow."

Xiao Xu nodded earnestly; he got it.

After discussing exercise, he remembered his actual business upon seeing the head slumped against the windowsill: "Boss!"

As Shen Que lifted his head, he wiped drool from the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t just been drooling—he also needed to pee…

His eyes were red, and Xiao Xu’s face appeared blurry to him. Chen Zui was still exercising diligently; his upper body was far away, so Xiao Xu had no idea they were tightly connected.

And all of this happened because of Xiao Xu!

He snapped irritably: "What?"

His voice shook at the end.

Xiao Xu beamed: "Meng Meng accepted my confession!"

He nearly jumped for joy—after Meng Meng accepted his confession, he really had jumped around like a fool.

"I thought I should tell you, boss." The boss would definitely be happy for him.

Shen Que did smile, but then quickly stopped, nearly crying out.

"Th-that’s great... congratulations... to you."

His words were broken.

Xiao Xu, having received his boss’s blessing, was even happier. He knew the boss would congratulate him on his successful confession.

With the good news shared, he glanced at Doctor Chen, who was still working hard, and compared to him, the boss just lying there seemed pretty lazy.

"Well, boss, I’ll continue my patrol. You should exercise too, or Doctor Chen will show you up."

In his heart, he still firmly believed the boss was number one!

Shen Que: ...

Xiao Xu waved his hand and skipped off.

Shen Que couldn't hold on any longer either, grabbing blindly behind him for Chen Zui: "Stop... I gotta pee."

Chen Zui: "Perhaps, Brother Shen, what you're feeling might not be the need to pee."

Shen Que was puzzled—what else could this feeling be if not the need to pee?

Chen Zui continued: "Brother Shen, you can try letting go. It's alright. Even if you do end up peeing, I'll clean it up for you."

His low voice was almost hypnotic, and his words made Shen Que flush with humiliation. He was way too old to be peeing himself randomly, and have Chen Zui clean up after him!

He had some dignity!

Chen Zui: "Trust me, Brother Shen."

Those words seemed to carry some kind of magic, making Shen Que want to believe him.

So he decided to trust him.

Shen Que, thinking this, relaxed.