Chapter 20: Antidote

Chapter 20: The Antidote

"If I find out which bastard did this, I'll skin him alive, or my name isn't Zhou!"

Zhou Qian cursed furiously over the phone. No one's in a good mood when their birthday gets ruined by something like this.

"Fei Yu, please take care of A Ji for now. If it gets really bad, just tell him to take a cold shower."

Fei Yu answered, dazed: "Okay, okay."

Zhou Qian then said, "I've already called the doctor. When they arrive, please open the door."

There was a commotion in the background, and Zhou Qian hung up after hastily giving the instruction.

The line went dead, leaving just a dial tone.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the elevator.

A drug? Was it kicking in already?

Fei Yu stood frozen, then looked blankly at Song Ji.

The young man was slightly hunched, his chest heaving violently, his breath scorching hot, and the corners of his eyes were flushed red.

A sudden realization struck Fei Yu, and his gaze dropped.

Song Ji's normally crisp suit trousers now had a clear bulge.

So big!

Fei Yu's eyes went wide, his mouth falling open in surprise.

Is that size even humanly possible?

Song Ji's entire body tensed, and he abruptly turned his back. His earlobes were so red they looked like they'd bleed, and he wished he could just disappear into thin air.

To have such a reaction in front of the person he liked—Song Ji felt utterly mortified, as if he were already dying of embarrassment.

With a ding, the elevator reached the top-floor suite.

The drug was potent, and the heat quickly spread through his whole body, making even his fingertips burn and go numb.

Song Ji had never felt so humiliated and at a loss. He clenched his fists and stumbled into the bedroom.

A vein throbbed at his temple, and his voice was raw: "That's far enough—just leave me here."

But Fei Yu's eyes lit up, and before he could finish his sentence, he stepped inside.

"I'll take care of you."

By the Cat God, he'd been about to give up, but now Song Ji was drugged!

He had read human sex guides, and being drugged was the perfect time to do it.

How could he pass up such a golden opportunity? The heavens reward a determined cat!

Fei Yu's eyes were round and bright as he stared straight at Song Ji's crotch, a glint of excitement in them: "I'll help you!"

Song Ji:?!

Help? How? With what part?

His ears were ringing, and the drug shattered what little reason he had left.

He couldn't believe what he heard, but his body reacted even more violently to Fei Yu's words.

Splotches of light flashed before his eyes, and he felt hot enough to explode.

Song Ji's face was crimson, and he stammered, completely losing the ability to speak: "N-no— Mmmph!"

The next moment, in that most secret place, he felt a distinct, soft touch.

Fei Yu held it in his hand, as though inspecting an interesting toy, even giving it a little weigh.

It was heavy. Huh? It's even bigger now?

The boy's fingertips were slender and soft, radiating his body heat.

All the blood in his body rushed south. Song Ji's pupils shook, and a muffled groan escaped his throat.

He staggered backward a few steps, digging his nails into his palm to keep his wits about him, and rasped, "N-no need."

The clearer his feelings became, the more he cherished them.

How could he let Fei Yu do this before they even had a relationship status?

"Why?" Fei Yu looked up at him, his pitch-black pupils innocent and confused, his soft voice tinged with puzzlement. "Did I do it wrong?"

"Shouldn't friends help each other out?"

Friends?

Would you do this for other friends too?

Or am I a different kind of friend in your eyes?

Chaotic emotions raged inside him, desperate for some release.

The drug's effect intensified. Song Ji clenched his jaw, using all his strength to suppress the urge to lean in and kiss him.

He was about to stammer out an explanation—that not all men "helped" like that—when Fei Yu stepped two steps closer.

The boy's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and he reached out again, his fingernail gently pinching.

Doubt flickered in his dark eyes, and he muttered, "Does it work or not?"

Boom—

No guy wants his ability questioned by the one he loves.

Song Ji's already fraying sanity shattered completely. He heard the snap of a string in his head.

He leaned in and kissed the lips he'd been dreaming of night and day.

The cool lips pressed against Fei Yu's mouth, then the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping inside. Mixed with the smell of alcohol, their breaths mingled together.

Fei Yu's back suddenly relaxed, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around Song Ji's lean and powerful waist.

His long, thick lashes were damp, trembling as they lowered.

Everything that followed came naturally.

But at some point as things heated up, Fei Yu's dazed gaze suddenly cleared. He lifted his head in disbelief and blinked.

That's... that's it? Already?

Isn't that a bit too fast?!

Shouldn't it be tossing and turning, clouds and rain all night?

Fei Yu stared blankly at Song Ji, his beautiful eyes hazy with mist, lips red and glossy.

Their eyes met, and Song Ji's entire body stiffened, his face flushing with a mix of red and green, wishing he could just die on the spot.

Apparently, humans care a lot about this, so Fei Yu quickly comforted him: "That's already pretty impressive."

After all, us catfolk only last a few dozen seconds.

Feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over, Fei Yu pushed himself up on his elbows, ready to get up and take a shower.

Suddenly, an arm reached out from behind and pulled him back.

Fei Yu gave a small surprised cry as his back sank back into the soft bedding.

Song Ji looked down at him with a heavy gaze, like a deep, bottomless pool.

Because of the drug, his pupils were exceptionally dark, carrying a hint of aggression.

His smooth, muscular arms braced on either side of Fei Yu, his eight-pack abs tight and powerful, now marked with a few fresh scratch marks.

Fei Yu swallowed, feeling a rush of heat in his lower abdomen again.

Song Ji lowered his gaze, his low, husky voice slightly breathless, sounding incredibly sexy to him: "It seems the drug hasn't worn off yet."

Fine, Fei Yu thought indulgently, I'll help him out again then.

But soon, he regretted it.

Song Ji proved with his actions that he was more than capable.

"Has the drug... still not worn off yet?"

Fei Yu's vision was blurry, and he couldn't take it anymore, turning his head to ask haltingly, his eyes red.

"No."

The young man replied in a hoarse voice, his black hair sweat-soaked, drops falling one by one onto Fei Yu's soft, fair lower back.

"Mm..." Fei Yu whimpered softly.

When something touched a certain spot, he let out a low moan, and could no longer hold back—a pair of furry ears suddenly emerged from his hair.

The soft, white ears swayed left and right, the pink fuzz inside fully visible.

Song Ji froze, confusion flickering in his eyes, as if recognizing a familiar feeling, he murmured hesitantly, "...Ears?"

Fei Yu: !

He shot a hand up to cover Song Ji's eyes: "You're... you're drunk."

His thick lashes brushed against Fei Yu's palm like tiny brushes. Song Ji looked unconvinced, his thin lips parted slightly as if about to say something.

Panicking, Fei Yu lifted his head and kissed Song Ji on the lips.

The room filled with fragrance.

Author's note:

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Congrats to the Catfolk—finally got some!

See you tomorrow at 6 PM.