Chapter 81 Bro, Perform for Me

## Chapter 81: Ge, Put on a Show for Me

Shi Zai mimicked Shu Yangkuo’s usual demeanor, lowering his eyes and sighing. He then heard the man cautiously ask:

“Hasn’t babe already…?”

“Ah, willing but unable… No, more like the desire’s there but not the will, ah—”

With two or three sighs, Shi Zai had Shu Yangkuo’s heart pounding, not daring to act recklessly. After a moment of difficult thought, Shu Yangkuo said:

“Whatever babe wants to play… Ge’ll play with you.”

“Hahahaha, I’ve been waiting for you to say that!”

“…”

Relieved, Shu Yangkuo leaned in to kiss him, only to hear the person in his arms blink and say:

“But tonight, Ge, you come up with how we play. Ge, you better please me right.”

“…”

“Hurry up and say something.”

“…Ge… I don’t know.”

“Hahahahahaha…”

His wife’s laughter made Shu Yangkuo’s ears flush. He kissed the corner of his wife’s mouth but still didn’t dare move recklessly, waiting for orders.

The person in his arms swung his crossed leg back and forth, smiling as he stared at him. Shu Yangkuo averted his gaze, took a deep breath, and said, “Ge was planning to take you out to relax next weekend.” Shi Zai let out an “oh,” unsurprised. Ever since he took on the main responsibility of interacting with the two little ones, this man never missed giving daily flowers, occasional gifts, or regular relaxation outings—he really knew how to pamper him.

It was just in this aspect that, although he took the initiative more often, he was still too shy to play those kinds of bedroom games with him and never made any requests. Of course, Shi Zai knew he had his own little ideas. The reasons he didn’t speak up were, first, out of respect, leaving everything to Shi Zai’s initiative—this man was afraid his own thoughts might come off as vulgar to him; and second, well, he liked it when Shi Zai took the initiative, especially when he guessed the man’s intentions and initiated play.

Tonight, Shi Zai just wanted to tease him. “Next weekend is next weekend, but don’t you wanna do anything tonight?” The man whispered in his ear, “I do.” Shi Zai threw his head back and laughed heartily. Seeing Shu Yangkuo flustered and at a loss, Shi Zai finally got up from the man’s embrace, took out the clothes he had prepared earlier from the cabinet, and turned on the main light. Hmph.

Shu Yangkuo took the clothes and asked:

“Does babe want to go out?”

“No, we’re staying home. Ge, put these on.”

“Wearing clothes…?”

Hearing a hint of disappointment in the man’s voice, tsk, his appetite had definitely been whetted. Shi Zai held back a laugh:

“Not wearing clothes to do me. Ge, you’re going to masturbate for me while wearing these clothes.”

“…?!!!”

“Hahahahahaha…”

Shu Yangkuo, who had been about to change into the trousers, froze upon hearing this. Under the bright light, the redness spreading from his ears to his neck was impossible to hide.

Shi Zai laughed for a long time before stopping, raising an eyebrow:

“What? Ge isn’t willing? I’ve performed properly to help Ge relax—don’t you wanna please me?”

“…No.”

“Then hurry up. Once Ge pleases me, I’ll reward you.”

Seeing the man still clutching the trousers shyly, refusing to change, Shi Zai secretly smiled and added, “Ge, I know you’ve been quietly thinking about this for a long time but never said anything. If you show me a good time tonight, I’ll play with you to your heart’s content. How about it?” The bastard actually shook his head and said, “There’s nothing I wanna play.” Shi Zai’s eyebrows shot up—did he really want to make this difficult? The night was short, so he simply said, “Ge, don’t make me count to three.”

As soon as the words were out, Shu Yangkuo steeled himself, acting like a marionette, and quickly changed into the clothes.

Shi Zai’s eyes lit up with excitement. He pushed the man, who had instantly taken on a debonair but debauched look, onto the sofa, pulled a chair to the center of the living room, sat on it backwards, and excitedly wiped his mouth. Heh heh, a man in a full suit was just too handsome.

Transforming into a director, he clapped his hands:

“Start by unbuckling your belt.”

“…”

Under the bright lights, the man wore a full suit impeccably—trousers, shirt, suit jacket, tie, and belt—as if he were in the middle of serious business. His expression was stern, almost imposing, exuding an air of dignified restraint. He sat upright, legs spread apart, with a commanding presence that made one imagine how dissolute he’d look with a cigarette in hand. Yet, his collar was buttoned to the top, and his tie was the most conservative, old-fashioned black, radiating an almost overwhelming aura of abstinence that was through the roof, making you want to tear his shirt open to see if he was as wild underneath.

Shi Zai felt it unfair—why was he, the spectator, heart pounding like thunder, nervous and expectant, while the man being watched remained so composed and unruffled? But then, from the slight turn of the man’s head, he caught sight of the redness spreading from his ears down to his neck. Hahaha!

The belt was thrown to the ground with a thud.

Good, he had disrupted some of the man’s dignified, abstinent aura. It felt satisfying.

Next command: “The zipper.”

Then, “Underwear,” with an added requirement: “Only reveal.”

The man paused for a moment before his large, veined hand, with distinct knuckles, moved downward. Shi Zai’s breath hitched as the ring on the man’s finger glinted under the light, and the visually striking cock was pointed straight at him.

Shi Zai swallowed, his voice slightly hoarse as he commanded, “Two strokes.”

Honestly, he had never seen Shu Yangkuo like this. Since their first time, when had they ever used their hands? In the beginning, he was still inexperienced and unsure, only nestling in the man’s arms, guided through it together or mutually, but he had never watched—and certainly not under such bright lights.

As he watched and thought, he heard the man’s voice grow even deeper and huskier: “Babe, turn off the light, please?” Shi Zai refused to soften at a time like this and shook his head decisively. Such a rare sight! He continued giving commands, purposely messing with him, alternating between “Three strokes,” “Two strokes,” and “Stop, not one more,” until the man’s eyes darkened with frustration, looking at him hungrily.

So much fun. Shi Zai was thoroughly amused. Tsk, this perspective was really satisfying.

Just as he was enjoying the view, knock knock—the door to the small living room sounded. Instantly, Shi Zai jumped up in panic, and Shu Yangkuo immediately tried to tuck himself back into his pants. The two exchanged a glance as the voice of their eldest came from the door: “Dad, what are you doing in the living room instead of sleeping?” Shi Zai suddenly felt like laughing but barely held it in. He told the still-disheveled man to wait, took a moment to compose himself, threw on the man’s oversized pajamas, and opened the door to step out.

It turned out Wang Wang had drunk too much water before bed and gotten up to pee. Finding neither his father nor dad in the bedroom, he noticed the living room lights were on and came to investigate. Thankfully, the door to the small living room was locked, or else… Ge would’ve died of embarrassment! Hahahaha!

Feeling guilty, Shi Zai soothed Wang Wang, “Go back to sleep. Dad is working overtime for a bit, and I’m keeping him company.” Wang Wang said, “Oh,” then asked, “Can’t he work overtime tomorrow?” Shi Zai immediately replied, “If he finishes tonight, he can spend the whole weekend with you properly.” Since starting kindergarten, Wang Wang had been eagerly looking forward to the weekends, so he obediently went back to bed. Unexpectedly, Zhaozhao seemed about to wake up too, so Shi Zai had to lie between them and tell a random story. Children sleep heavily at night, and they drifted off while listening, allowing Shi Zai to sneak away quickly.

Returning to the small living room, he found Shu Yangkuo already dressed and waiting for him. Shi Zai climbed onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck:

“Ge, to be honest, I really don’t have the energy to talk much more. I used to love talking, but now, dealing with those two, having to explain things over and over, comforting one and reasoning with the other—I’m talked completely out.”

“…”

Scooping the person in his arms up, Shu Yangkuo brought over the warm water he had prepared earlier and held it to his wife’s lips. After Shi Zai gulped it down, Shu Yangkuo shared his long-held perspective—that it’s normal for children to fight and quarrel. Those who suffer losses will learn to avoid them next time. If parents always mediate, what will happen when they grow up and face conflicts at school or work? Will parents need to step in and reason for them then? Obviously not. As long as parents provide equal love and necessities, how the children exchange, redistribute, or compete among themselves is fine—it’s even a form of training for “asserting their own rights.” Otherwise, if they wait for others to give them what they should fight for themselves, they’ll gradually become timid. Like when Wang Wang argued with a classmate at kindergarten that morning: the teacher, unaware of the context, simply made them shake hands and make up. It was only after Shu Yangkuo arrived that Wang Wang explained everything clearly, asking him to reassess the situation and hoping the other child would apologize. While they’re young, parents can still intervene, but as they grow older, they might start to swallow their pride.

Of course, this doesn’t mean completely ignoring them, but parents shouldn’t mediate every single issue. Like the incident that evening: Wang Wang would have stopped crying after a few sobs—after all, he’s over five years old and can understand why his brother kicked him. Even if he didn’t, at most they’d chase each other around for a bit and quickly forget about it, like falling down—once the pain is gone, it’s over. But if parents keep asking if it hurts, taking them to the doctor or buying treats to coddle, the child will start to see it as a huge injustice. Children need to learn to handle and resolve minor conflicts themselves; otherwise, they won’t be able to withstand any setbacks in the future. Moreover, if parents always mediate, the children will get used to it. If one time the parents don’t intervene, or mediate unfairly, that’s what the child will remember, even starting to feel “biased.” This is especially true for a reserved child like Zhaozhao, who can normally handle things himself. If the parents accidentally show bias, his resentment would magnify endlessly, which is why he ignored his brother that evening and was cooler than usual toward his dad until his dad set the skewed reasoning straight again.

As they talked slowly, Shi Zai felt countless emotions, suddenly feeling a great sense of relief. From now on, he’d mediate in moderation. Every day felt like working two shifts. The studio was manageable—with five people now, he was the boss and sometimes didn’t have to do the work himself. But coming home and immediately taking on the role of “referee” was exhausting. Monitoring every little thing, afraid he couldn’t explain things properly. Ai, children need room to grow.

He had originally thought that before age two or three, Shu Yangkuo would focus on their physical needs, and after that, he would handle their emotional well-being… But it seemed overprotecting them and micromanaging everything would rob them of the chance to grow independently. They needed to gradually develop the ability to resolve conflicts.

Feeling psychologically unburdened and light, Shi Zai laughed and sighed, suddenly feeling relieved.

“Ah, I feel like I’ve come back to life.”

“…Brother hasn’t even started.”

“????!!!!”

A thousand exclamation points raced through his mind, and Shi Zai burst into laughter—this bastard had been “wanting to do it” all this time but still hadn’t made a move.

Tsk, the things he says.

But it was all to help him relax, to ease the psychological pressure. He could even tease him with a straight face like this. Since that was the case—Shi Zai touched the man’s ear, which had turned red after his shameless remark, lifted his head, and slowly licked his Adam’s apple. “Brother, carry me to the home gym.”

!!

In the home gym, Shi Zai stood in a split on a stool, facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror—what kind of home gym has a mirror this big anyway?!

Ever since Shu Yangkuo had it installed two weeks ago, Shi Zai had been waiting for him to suggest playing around with it. In the end, he had to be the one to suggest this game. One in a full suit, the other… well, barely a stitch of clothing. From doing the splits to being held in a position to pee…

In the end, he really did pee. In his dazed state, Shi Zai remembered—that extremely full glass of water!!