Chapter 72 Hot Spring Fun and Games

Chapter 72 Hot Spring Fun and Games

Leaning against the pool wall was a tall, formidable man, while standing on the stones was a slender, fair-skinned, lively young man.

Shi Zai was kissed breathless. He finally managed to gasp for air, taking several deep breaths before prying loose the man’s tightening grip:

“Babe, let’s play a little. Let me help you unwind.”

“……”

“No need to be shy, no one’s watching. This place is very secluded, and don’t worry about Wang Wang, I’ve arranged everything…”

As he spoke, Shi Zai deliberately leaned close to the man’s ear, murmuring:

“Whatever's on your mind, babe, you can try it out…”

“……Nothing.”

“Oh? Then who was it that just ripped my pants open and— mmph!”

Some things were better done than said. Shu Yangkuo, his ears red, covered the mouth of the person in his arms, releasing him a second later. His lover began to murmur temptingly again. Shu Yangkuo closed his eyes briefly, then scooped the man out of the water and placed him on the edge of the pool beside him.

He looked away—mainly because his lover was too enticing. The knee-length robe, thin as cicada wings, clung wetly to his body. Despite this, the belt was tied tightly, hiding everything while suggesting what was underneath.

Shi Zai giggled quietly, splashing water with his foot before dragging it up the man’s chest to his chin, forcing him to look:

“Boss, what do you want me to do—”

“……”

“Seems like you only like my calves? Don’t you want to see anything else?”

“……You do it.”

Hearing this, Shi Zai swallowed back a burst of laughter. This damn man really knew how to fantasize.

Still, teasing was one thing, but being stared at so intently by the man made Shi Zai a bit shy. The man’s gaze was too invasive, as if he were already tearing him apart, yet he wanted Shi Zai to do it himself… Shameless!

Gently untying the sash, he tossed it onto Shu Yangkuo’s face. Shi Zai’s ears were as red as the man’s, and he bit back his embarrassment, letting out occasional soft moans. Seeing the man’s breathing grow heavier, Shi Zai rubbed his foot against the man’s abs and pulled his large hand into his robe:

“Answer the question first, then you can look—”

“……Wh-what?”

“What're you touching, Boss?”

“……”

Swallowing hard, Shu Yangkuo felt his neck flush red. He forced his gaze back, trying to speak as elegantly as possible:

“So pink, so cute.”

“Further back… What about now?”

“……Soft.”

“And?”

“……D-don’t bite.”

The words alone made Shi Zai want to blush, but he was thick-skinned. With one hand, he tilted Shu Yangkuo’s face to make him look, while the other swiftly lifted the hem of his robe. At the sight, he really did blush—he seemed… a bit too greedy, already wet without much stimulation…

Just as he pushed the man’s hand away, Shi Zai’s own fingers were grasped. In the next moment, his face flushed bright red.

He remembered when he first learned to write—how he held the pen while Shu Yangkuo stood behind him, guiding his hand. This felt similar. After a while, a few characters were written. He guessed they were “Ge loves you so much.” Just those words made Shi Zai moan softly. But before he could fully enjoy it, the pen was gone, though his hand wasn’t released. Instead, a finger became the pen, tracing indecent, shameful words where the man stared, finally sinking in.

Two words. Begging for it.

Shi Zai shivered intensely. He loved it when Shu Yangkuo talked dirty like this, but the man was usually too reserved, too shy to be vulgar unless pushed to the brink, when he’d whisper a few words in his ear.

He wanted to push him to the edge, to make him let go completely and indulge in pleasure without restraint.

Shi Zai withdrew his foot from the man’s chest, placing it on the stone ledge, while his other hand spread the “paper” wider. But as he pressed down on one side, the man pulled his finger out. Shi Zai gasped softly, and then his mouth was bitten and licked.

The mouth that had just been the “paper.”

Moaning uncontrollably, Shi Zai felt the back of his knees gripped tightly, followed by a sharp thrust into the mouth that had served as the paper, stinging with pain.

Looking down, Shi Zai squeezed his eyes shut and bit his own finger. His “paper” was too fragile—how could it withstand such a thick “pen” slamming into it? In just a few strokes, the ink splattered wildly, more turbulent than the water in the hot spring.

This damn man was so fierce today—he loved it.

As the movements suddenly stopped, Shi Zai gasped. Seeing the man about to break character, he continued to tease:

“Boss, what did you just hit me with? So scary, so good…”

“……”

“Say it, or I won’t let you look.”

No sooner had he spoken than Shi Zai’s earlobe was bitten, followed by two extremely vulgar words. It was the first time he’d heard them, and the first time the man had said them. Shi Zai shivered, feeling his “ink” flow even more freely. But the man asked, “Do you like it?”

Shi Zai nodded repeatedly:

“Yes, I love it. I’ve seen wooden sticks, popsicles, but never one this big— mmph!”

“……”

Feeling like he’d lost his mind, Shu Yangkuo wanted to knock himself out. He’d been possessed, gone mad, truly insane.

The person in front of him was a mess—clothes, everything. Shu Yangkuo cupped the back of his head and kissed him, so aroused he wanted to ruin him, not daring to look anywhere else. Just as he was about to begin, he was pushed away again.

Seeing the man’s red-eyed, predatory gaze, Shi Zai shivered. He hadn’t had enough fun yet.

He scrambled backward but was abruptly pulled back. Shi Zai chuckled inwardly—it was the first time he’d seen the man so desperate. Turning his head, he blinked and hummed, “Boss, there’s still a little surprise,” before continuing to crawl behind the small rockery.

As he moved, he felt himself dripping under the man’s intense stare. Tsk, he was just as eager.

After changing into another outfit, Shi Zai knelt on the edge of the pool with his legs together. The man’s muscles were taut, his breathing heavy and rapid, his eyes dark with desire. Tilting his head, Shi Zai asked coyly:

“Boss, my clothes are soaked. Can I wear your shirt?”

“……Y-yes.”

Gritting his teeth, Shu Yangkuo forced out the words, turning his head to compose himself. He felt truly on the verge of losing control.

But the sight of the white shirt covering slender thighs, the pale legs, the flushed chest, the adorable pink tips, and the slowly parting… made him snap. He grabbed the man from behind, pressing him against the pool’s edge, and yanked open the white shirt his lover had secretly put on.

Afterwards, Shi Zai lay by the poolside, completely unable to move. Pleading for mercy was pointless; he'd already screamed himself hoarse the first time.

His voice was hoarse, but Shu Yangkuo was still burning with passion, relentless and fierce, lasting a long time.

By evening, vast stretches of sunset clouds spread across the sky, casting a lingering, tender glow over the rippling water. The orange-red hues of the setting sun fell upon their faces, yet even its brilliance paled in comparison to the flushed, radiant glow on their skin. Birds occasionally soared past, their cries echoing through the air, a stark contrast to the hoarse sounds below.

Shi Zai was carried in the man’s arms, wrapped in clothes as they made their way ashore. After fooling around all day, even he felt too embarrassed to face anyone. On the way back, he whispered in a breathy, broken voice, "Brother, sneak me into the room quietly. You handle the rest yourself, hehe," his laughter cracking and breathless.

Hmph, he only planned the fun part—he wasn’t going to deal with the aftermath.

Today, he had thoroughly pleased the grumpy man, calling him "Boss" and "my lord" alternately. He had been tossed around in the water and on the small hill until he was completely spent and empty... while the man, by contrast, seemed completely relaxed and satisfied, now full of vim and vigor.

Still, seeing the man so content and thoroughly pleased, Shi Zai felt happy and fulfilled inside.

Back in the room, Shu Yangkuo gently laid the half-asleep man on the bed and quickly opened the warm congee he had ordered earlier. Propping his wife’s head up slightly, he gently parted his dry, cracked lips with one hand while scooping congee with the other, slowly feeding him. His wife was exhausted today, too tired to even eat properly—each spoonful seemed to spill half out as he whimpered, wanting to sleep but unable to, in case he got too hungry.

After a moment’s thought, Shu Yangkuo took a spoonful into his own mouth, leaned down, and pressed his lips to his wife’s, gently pressing down on his tongue to feed him the congee properly.

After feeding him a full bowl, he noticed his wife smacking his lips and mumbling, unwilling to eat more. Shu Yangkuo tucked him into a thin blanket, letting him sleep soundly for a while before eating later. Gently closing the door behind him, he paused for a moment, staring at the room across the hall.

He'd never been in such an awkward situation in all his thirty years.

But he had no choice—he had to brace himself and go in.

As soon as he knocked and entered, Yang Yun pouted and snorted:

"Big brother, good evening. Had a great time today, didn’t you?"

"...Where’s Wang Wang?"

"Sipping on his 'happy drink'."

"..."

"Hehe, just kidding. I didn’t let him eat or drink anything weird. He’s just feeling a bit upset right now—go see for yourself. But don’t overthink it, big brother, or all of Shi Zai’s efforts today would be in vain. The little one was really well-behaved today—only started acting up in the evening..."

Listening to Yang Yun’s rambling, Shu Yangkuo strode into the living room. With just one glance, his heart ached.

The little one sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with a small toy car. His face was blank. He kept his head down, eyes red, lips occasionally trembling as he fought back tears. He ignored Qin Xihan, who was trying to comfort him.

Hearing his voice, Wang Wang suddenly lifted his little head. A tear rolled down his cheek. His lips began to quiver, and his small chest heaved with upset. Yet, when Shu Yangkuo reached out to hold him... the little one immediately turned around, facing away from him, his small shoulders trembling uncontrollably, refusing to acknowledge his father.

So upset.

Shu Yangkuo rubbed his eyes and reached out a finger, gently stroking Wang Wang’s little ear from behind:

"Wang Wang, it’s Daddy. Let Daddy hold you, okay?"

"Waa... waa..."

"Daddy missed Wang Wang so much. Today, Daddy went to buy sweeties for Wang Wang... Look—"

Only then did the little one turn around, reaching out to be held, bursting into loud sobs. From his eyes to his little nose and mouth, everything was red with hurt. He tilted his little face up, crying loudly—stupid Daddy, stupid Papa, why didn’t you take me to buy sweeties...

Sweeties? Wang Wang pouted and patted his father’s face as if to say, "Where's my candy?"

Shu Yangkuo scooped the little one into his arms, holding him tightly against his chest, soothing him softly again and again. His emotions were complicated. Just as his wife had said, how would he cope when Wang Wang started kindergarten? It had only been a day apart, yet his heart ached as if twisted into knots.

But he had no right to feel sorry for himself. He couldn’t let down his wife’s efforts either.

Forcing himself not to overthink, Shu Yangkuo settled Wang Wang in his arms. The little one glared at him with red eyes, still upset and hurt. Shu Yangkuo took Wang Wang’s small fist and kissed it gently, one kiss after another. Unexpectedly, Wang Wang burst into tears again.

Qin Xihan scratched his head, glanced at Yang Yun, and couldn’t help but remind him:

"Big brother, um... the sweeties."

"...Oh, right."

"Wang Wang was really well-behaved today. It’s just that in the evening, I told him Daddy would bring back sweeties when he returned. He’s been waiting anxiously, missing you and craving sweeties."

After speaking, Qin Xihan chuckled inwardly. In his eyes, the always dignified and composed big brother responded with an "Okay," his ears turning slightly red.