Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Hearing this, Wen Yu's expression indeed changed. He parted his lips: "Return the favor?"

Luo Qianyu gave an "Mm."

The young man's body stiffened slightly, as if he had sensed something. He froze for a moment, a faint blush instantly dusting his cheeks. He quickly lowered his voice and added, "...Except for going all the way."

"Everything else I did to you, you can do back to me... I permit it."

The Young Marquis hadn't made this decision on a whim. He had thought it through. Although he was straight, as long as they didn't go all the way, the rest was manageable... After all, when he was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, he had thoroughly had his way with the other person. Wen Yu, wary of his power and status, might not dare to demand compensation. So, it was better to take the initiative to sort it out himself, rather than letting it fester in his heart, stuck on this hurdle.

Besides, Wen Yu was the bottom. Even if he were allowed to do it back, what kind of storm could he possibly stir up?

Wen Yu was clearly stunned. His arm wrapped around his waist unconsciously tightened, and he turned his head away: "Young Master, please do not make fun of your subordinate."

The Young Marquis was startled. Instead, he propped himself up: "Who has nothing better to do than to make fun of you? This dilapidated temple is so cold... This could help warm us up. I am serious."

This time, Luo Qianyu saw clear astonishment, even a hint of bewilderment, in the bottom's eyes.

Then, however, he heard the Handsome Guard say: "This subordinate cannot overstep his bounds."

"..."

Luo Qianyu frowned slightly, cursing inwardly about this blockhead. He parted his lips and said: "You've overstepped bounds far more than this before. Only now do you remember your place? Besides, I said I'm helping you... At most, it's just using hands. This time, it's to make you feel good. Why are you still making excuses and refusing?"

Luo Qianyu paused, as if he had realized something.

A moment later, his voice grew quieter. "You refuse everything. Could it be there's something else going on?"

...

"Wen Yu, are you... not up to it?"

The reason the protagonist shou is the protagonist shou is, by definition, the one on the bottom. That is to say, his dick doesn't get much use. The book didn't go into such detail, but Wen Yu had been abstinent for so many years and was at an age full of vigor. Could it be that it wasn't due to his cold, aloof nature that kept people at a distance, but... another hidden problem?

No...

Impotent?

Luo Qianyu's Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze took on a trace of pity, and he shrank back slightly.

When it came down to it, the protagonist shou was also a man. What man could bear this? He was truly starting to feel sorry for Wen Yu.

...

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. The Young Marquis tightened his outer robe and was about to get up and walk around. But before he could even push himself up, a hand pulled him back.

The force was so strong that the next moment, he was sitting in Wen Yu's arms—or more accurately, he'd tumbled into them.

"...!"

His heart leaped into his throat.

One of his hands was grasped. The palm was slightly hot, the grip somewhat tight, making him unconsciously curl his fingers. Then, he heard Wen Yu's voice, right behind his ear: "...Then I must trouble Young Master to condescend and lend a helping hand."

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

The Young Marquis' eyelids fluttered.

Then he lowered his lashes and glanced sideways toward the wet sounds. But after just one look, he quickly averted his gaze.

He was actually touching Wen Yu's...

Damn it, he shouldn't have looked. Now it would be imprinted in his mind, unforgettable no matter how far he ran. However, that wasn't what drew his attention the most. Compared to the visual, the tactile sensation was even more vivid at this moment.

Especially when his fingertips touched the crown, when the tender part of his palm brushed against the thick, veined red jade, occasionally grazing against something, Wen Yu let out a muffled groan.

They were pressed too close, so every tiny sound was heard clearly.

Luo Qianyu's ears burned fiercely. He pressed his lips together tightly, suddenly feeling a bit of regret.

Wasn't he... impotent?

How could he be so capable, holding up for so long, and so hard?

And he was a protagonist shou. How could his equipment be bigger than his—a stock gong's—... and by so much?

Now, it was he who felt crushed.

Luo Qianyu stared at the corner, refusing to look at him, his mind wandering wildly with random thoughts. Suddenly, a mouth closed over his ear.

His pupils constricted. He barely managed to hold back, letting out only a small "Mm."

Forget it.

He had said it himself: everything he did to the Handsome Guard that night, the protagonist shou could do back. Since he had already agreed, he couldn't go back on his word. Otherwise, how would he face anyone in the future?

To put it bluntly, he wouldn't lose a piece of flesh.

So when his neck was kissed, the Young Marquis merely lowered his eyelashes and said nothing, allowing it to happen.

Nibbling ears, kissing necks—this level was nothing. Even if he couldn't remember, his body had the instincts of a buy-stock gong. It seemed like something he himself was capable of doing.

Not long after, a hand slipped under the hem of his clothes, gliding over the snowy skin and touching the pink cherry. Luo Qianyu shuddered violently, biting his lower lip. After a long while, he finally said: "Did I... did I touch here too?"

"Mm."

...

Alright.

It was just that he felt more and more that something was off.

He had thought it was his imagination before, but Wen Yu was behind him, he was sitting in that person's arms, and the protagonist shou leaned down, burying his nose in the crook of his neck, as if... he was inhaling his scent.

He hadn't noticed it earlier, but now, he distinctly heard the sound of inhalation.

He really was sniffing him!

Luo Qianyu was slightly stunned, only then realizing the truth.

He finally understood what was really going on.

The root cause of everything was himself.

By a twist of fate, he had spent a passionate night with Wen Yu, letting the protagonist shou taste intimacy for the first time, accidentally awakening his carnal desires... Now that his lust had been stirred, once he had tasted the flavor, he had become addicted to it.

In the books, isn't it always like this... once the protagonist shou breaks the taboo and has a taste of it, it becomes like a breached dam—unstoppable, exceptionally sensitive, and inevitably overwhelmed by intense craving, burning and impossible to conceal.

And this was just using his hands—he just gave him a hand, and Wen Yu was already like this, unable to bear it, at his limit, clutching him, kissing and biting, and even inhaling the scent of his neck... If it really came to the final step, what would happen then?

Such a fine, upright gentleman, the legendary "peerless in both civil and martial arts, a scholar as beautiful as jade," has now utterly fallen into a lust-addled mess.

Won't your book fans be disappointed?

...

He'd really done a number on the protagonist shou.

Luo Qianyu pursed his lips, feeling chagrined and unsettled. Since things had come to this, it was better to think about how to talk to Wen Yu later. Just as he was seriously thinking it over, his shoulder suddenly trembled—this time, Wen Yu bit the back of his neck. The Young Marquis flinched, his grip instinctively loosening, only for Wen Yu to take his hand from the outside and tighten it again.

...

The water clock in the corridor ticked, a steady drip.

Minute by minute, second by second.

Time seemed to blur.

The Young Marquis looked up—the rain was almost stopping, just a light drizzle.

Now, the sound of water in his palm became especially distinct. The Young Marquis turned his head away, his earlobes completely flushed red, gritting his teeth as he said, "How... is it *still* not done?"

"You pervert."

The only solution is castration.

Author's Note:

Whose little kitten got its scruff bitten by a beast? [Let me see]

Little Mermaid: You can call me heartless, but no need to call me a beast, right?

Abstinence Brother: ...