Chapter 12 Only Mr. He

Chapter 12 Only Mr. He

Chi Luoxi felt embarrassed by He Angxiao's warning not to tiptoe, so he let go of He Angxiao's neck and quickly moved his foot off the other's instep, stepping back.

He completely forgot he was still in the water, and that he was a complete non-swimmer.

So, under He Angxiao's slightly stunned gaze, Chi Luoxi proceeded to nearly drown himself right in front of him.

This was the deep end.

Chi Luoxi flailed his arms and legs haphazardly, letting out a short, watery gasp: "...Mr. He, save me! Sa—gulp..."

He Angxiao: "............"

The vein in He Angxiao's forehead jumped, and he reached out a long arm, grabbed Chi Luoxi's wrist, and with a slight pull, pulled him close, propping him up to resurface.

"Cough! Cough, cough, cough!" As soon as Chi Luoxi broke the surface, he lay in the crook of He Angxiao's arm, coughing violently. His pale cheeks flushed bright red from the choking and coughing, his chest heaving like a fish out of water.

He Angxiao half dragged, half carried him to the edge of the pool, letting him grip the smooth tiled rim to steady himself.

"Hold on tight. Don't let go." He Angxiao sighed, not immediately removing the hand supporting Chi Luoxi's waist until he was sure the man could hold himself up without slipping again.

Chi Luoxi lay against the pool edge, coughing for a good while longer before finally catching his breath.

His face was wet; he couldn't tell if it was pool water or tears from his choking fit.

He looked at He Angxiao pitifully, clearly not yet recovered from the sudden near-drowning.

Seeing him so miserable, He Angxiao's irritation at the romantic interruption began to fade.

"All right, learning to swim starts with the basics. First, practice holding your breath."

He Angxiao felt that if he ever had the misfortune of teaching Chi Luoxi, no matter the subject, he would be the most impatient teacher in the world.

"Listen, take a breath," He Angxiao demonstrated by inhaling deeply, his chest rising slightly, "then put your face in the water. Hold your breath underwater. Don't use your nose, or you'll choke. If you really can't hold it, exhale through your mouth. Got it?"

Chi Luoxi nodded uncertainly. Imitating He Angxiao, he took a deep breath, then, with an expression of grim determination, closed his eyes tight, pinched his nose, and plunged his face into the water.

Sure enough, after just two or three seconds, Chi Luoxi jerked his head up from the water, gasping for air and coughing violently, his face red again: "Cough... Mr. He... I... I think I breathed through my nose..."

He Angxiao pointed at the water: "Again. Don't pinch your nose. Relax. Breathe in through your mouth. Hold it."

Chi Luoxi obediently took another deep breath and put his face down again.

This time he remembered not to pinch his nose. He held it for about four seconds.

They repeated this several times. Chi Luoxi's best record was holding it for about five seconds.

He looked earnest but frustrated. He raised a wet hand, wiped the water from his face, took off his goggles, and looked at He Angxiao: "I'm sorry, Mr. He. I'm so stupid. Is there no other way to practice?"

He Angxiao drawled: "There is one more method. It's the way adults taught me to swim when I was a kid. Want to hear it?"

Chi Luoxi: "Yes."

He Angxiao said mischievously: "I could just throw you into the deep end right now. When people are terrified, on the brink of life and death, their survival instinct kicks in instantly. You'd learn without a teacher. Flail around a bit, and you might just teach yourself."

Chi Luoxi: "……!!!"

His expression instantly shifted from anticipation to terror. Clinging to the pool edge, he scrambled sideways a few steps, quickly gaining distance from He Angxiao.

Seeing him so scared, He Angxiao couldn't help letting out a low laugh.

"With that little courage, you want to learn to swim? Fine, just soak here for now, get used to the water temperature. I don't have any kiddie floats. I'm going to swim a few laps myself."

With that, he didn't look back at Chi Luoxi and dove into the water.

His athletic form sliced through the water, creating a smooth wake as he headed quickly to the other end of the pool.

He Angxiao needed to exercise, to burn off the surge of heat and impulse from the close contact and the little fool's teasing.

He needed to calm down, not let this Little Digger lead him by the nose, and certainly not make a fool of himself in front of such a silly little thing.

Chi Luoxi watched He Angxiao swim away like a fish, feeling competitive.

Mr. He underestimated him, thinking he couldn't learn.

Chi Luoxi pressed his lips together, climbed out of the water, and walked to the lounge chair. He typed into the search bar: how to practice holding your breath without going in water.

He would practice mornings and nights.

He refused to believe he couldn't learn.

The search results popped up quickly, a mix of everything. Chi Luoxi scrolled down one by one.

He saw a question on a relationship forum that seemed to be: "My boyfriend can't swim. How do I teach him to hold his breath?"

The most upvoted answer was: Isn't that simple? Kiss him a few times, kiss him until he can't breathe, and he'll naturally learn to hold his breath. [Dog emoji]

Below that were a bunch of "Haha," "Girl knows what's up," "Learned it" replies.

So kissing could help you practice holding your breath?

Chi Luoxi's mind began to scheme.

He felt he was getting smarter every day. Indeed, watching less cartoons and using his brain more boosted his IQ.

Although the thought of kissing Mr. He still made his face burn and his heart race, and felt terribly shy, they had already hugged just now, hadn't they?

And Mr. He's body was really nice to hold.

Not as a Radish Spirit, but purely from the human aesthetic of someone who had been human for years—like He Angxiao, Mr. He's body was tall and healthy, with smooth, powerful muscles that made him want to get close.

If he asked Mr. He to help him practice, Mr. He probably wouldn't refuse. Even if he refused once, he wouldn't refuse a second time.

That was what Chi Luoxi believed from experience.

Naive Mr. He surely didn't know his real intention yet. He probably still thought Chi Luoxi genuinely wanted to learn to swim and practice holding his breath.

Mr. He definitely wouldn't expect that this mountain radish was already scheming to seduce him and take the next step in physical contact.

So it was this easy to turn bad, to become a scheming radish? A mixture of guilt and excitement dawned on Chi Luoxi.

He silently apologized to his grandfather back in Misty Mountain: Grandpa, I'm sorry. After this, I might really learn to be bad. But once I leave here, I will definitely reform and become a good, upright radish again!

After psyching himself up, Chi Luoxi padded back to the pool's edge.

In that short time, He Angxiao had already swum four laps at an astonishing speed.

The exercise had effectively calmed the uncontrollable heat and restlessness in his body. The blood seemed to have returned to where it belonged—to his brain.

He Angxiao felt like his sharp, level-headed brain was finally back.

Good. Now then,

No matter what tricks that little idiot pulled, he could handle them calmly and wouldn't let anything affect his judgment again.

He swam over to the edge of the pool, grabbed the handrails with both hands, and was about to climb out for a rest.

Just then, Chi Luoxi showed up, watching He Angxiao, who was pulling off his swim cap and goggles and shaking his wet hair.

"Mr. He, can I kiss you to practice holding my breath?"

He Angxiao: "…………"

His hand slipped on the handrail, and the step under his foot got super slick. His whole body tilted, and he toppled straight back with a huge splash, crashing heavily back into the water, kicking up a big, wild spray.

Chi Luoxi crouched by the pool, getting soaked from head to toe. He closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, He Angxiao shot up out of the water, quickly wiping his face and shaking his wet hair, trying to act cool.

"...I, uh, did that on purpose, just stretching out."

He couldn't believe his ears: "What did you just say?"

Chi Luoxi wiped the cold water off his face, leaned in, knelt at the edge of the pool, hands gripping the edge, leaning in a little.

"Mr. He, I just looked it up online. It says kissing can help you practice holding your breath. Can you help me?"

As he said this, he pouted his lips a little, which were extra red and full from the water. His lips parted just a bit, revealing white teeth and the tip of his tongue, like an invitation.

He Angxiao: "…………"

His eyes couldn't help but land on Chi Luoxi's lips—their shape, color, and how they were slightly parted.

He felt the heat the cold water had pushed down come roaring back ten times, a hundred times stronger.

He Angxiao: "...Why should I help you?"

Chi Luoxi put his hands together: "Because, Mr. He, you're a good guy. I like you."

He Angxiao wanted to punch the air.

He'd underestimated this Little Digger.

The next second, Chi Luoxi watched He Angxiao walk toward him, ripples spreading behind him, catching the golden sunlight.

He Angxiao was tall, but his eyes—Chi Luoxi couldn't really read them. They seemed deep and heavy, like the dark glimmer at the bottom of the pool.

But Chi Luoxi was secretly pleased, even a little smug.

See, Mr. He was so easy to trick. Other people overestimated Mr. He's smarts, thinking he was deep and hard to get close to, but to Chi Luoxi, he seemed to totally fall for this stuff?

Sure enough, he was the real monster! Humans were no match for him.

Chi Luoxi had picked up a new phrase since coming down the mountain: cunning as a demon.

Even though he was a useless Radish Spirit, handling a clean, seemingly simple good guy like Mr. He was more than enough.

When He Angxiao stood in front of him, all wet and imposing, Chi Luoxi clumsily leaned into his face.

Target: his lips.

He was about on target.

Chi Luoxi felt his lips brush against a patch of cool, damp skin.

He'd made contact.

He'd kissed Mr. He. Was this what kissing was supposed to be? It didn't seem like a big deal—just lips touching lips, cool and soft...

But Chi Luoxi soon learned what it meant to run out of air.

Because Mr. He was about to eat him alive.

The second Chi Luoxi's lips touched his, the last string in He Angxiao's mind snapped with a sharp "twang," clean and final.

This Little Digger actually had the nerve.

Over and over, pushing his limits, messing with his already shaky self-control.

All the restraint, patience, and careful planning were replaced by a desire to conquer.

He Angxiao took control. He grabbed the back of Chi Luoxi's head firmly, not gently, pinning him in place.

Chi Luoxi's lips were softer than he imagined, like glutinous rice cakes, tempting him to swallow them whole.

He Angxiao pried open Chi Luoxi's teeth, acting on instinct, plunging in to conquer, tangling with the soft tongue that was frozen in shock, entwining and grinding.

Chi Luoxi had made bold claims, but when it came to the real thing, he was completely stunned. He didn't know where to put his hands or feet, his mind blank, leaving only the sensation and warmth from their lips and teeth, and the intense suffocation that seemed to suck out his soul.

Chi Luoxi felt as if he had been dragged into deep water, unable to breathe or think, passively enduring this fierce, violent storm.

He Angxiao half-dragged, half-carried him into the water, pressing him firmly between the pool wall and his own body.

Chi Luoxi's back was against the cold tiles, his front against He Angxiao's hot, solid chest. His lips and tongue were completely occupied, his nose filled with the other's scent.

The radish was trapped in this small space, nowhere to escape. If the ground were soil, he could burrow, but it was concrete.

Chi Luoxi felt all the air and moisture in his mouth being sucked dry.

He Angxiao had transformed into someone else, with a violent intensity that wanted to tear him apart, mixed with a dizzying, numbing pleasure of conquest.

Chi Luoxi instinctively wanted to breathe, but his limbs were too weak, and he could only let out vague, tearful whimpers.

Just as Chi Luoxi felt he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, He Angxiao finally pulled back slightly, giving him a moment to breathe.

But only a few seconds.

Fresh air rushed into his lungs. Chi Luoxi gasped heavily, his eyes unfocused, his cheeks and neck flushed abnormally, his lips swollen and glistening, slightly parted like a fish out of water.

He Angxiao's breathing was also ragged, his chest heaving. He didn't fully let go of Chi Luoxi, instead pinching his chin, his thumb stroking the delicate skin, holding him firmly in place with an overwhelming sense of control.

The man's eyes were deep, with a storm still raging inside, and a dark, unsettling intensity, locked onto Chi Luoxi's dazed, watery eyes.

Chi Luoxi stared at him blankly, his mind a mess.

What the internet said about kissing until you can't breathe—it was true. But now he really felt like he was drowning, about to die.

He was about to suffocate to death.

And it wasn't just the suffocation; Chi Luoxi's whole body was numb, as if electrified, from his lips to his tongue to every limb, leaving him without even the strength to move a finger.

His heart was racing and pounding wildly.

A kid from the mountains—how could he have ever experienced something like this?

Compared to this, those light, pecking kisses on TV were like a small stream versus a massive tsunami.

Chi Luoxi had no experience at all; he had no idea how to breathe, respond, or protect himself in this relentless assault.

Most of the time, he was in a completely passive, dazed state, his expression vacant, as if his soul had been sucked away by the kiss.

So what was originally planned as a swimming lesson turned into an entire afternoon of learning to hold his breath.

And both the instructor and the student had completely lost sight of the original goal.

In the end, Chi Luoxi really couldn't take it anymore.

He felt that his tongue was no longer his own, his lips numb and swollen. Clinging to He Angxiao, he pleaded in a barely audible voice, "...Mr. He, I think... we can stop here for today... right? My, my tongue... is all numb..."

He Angxiao looked down at him and pressed his thumb onto the tip of Chi Luoxi's tongue, which was slightly protruding.

"Is that so?" He Angxiao leaned in. "Open your mouth, let me see."

At that moment, Chi Luoxi was instinctively obedient. He obediently opened his mouth a little and let out a small "ah."

Sure enough, his tongue was a bit swollen, redder than usual, with a pitiful yet tempting gloss from being thoroughly ravished.

Feeling uncomfortable, Chi Luoxi instinctively pushed his tongue against He Angxiao's finger, trying to nudge away the slightly rough sensation.

He Angxiao's gaze instantly turned even darker, as if a hidden fire was flickering deep in his eyes.

"How about," he stared at Chi Luoxi's lips, "we practice once more to reinforce it?"

Upon hearing this, Chi Luoxi was so frightened that he immediately shook his head vigorously. He thrashed with his arms and legs to break free from He Angxiao's grip.

He Angxiao didn't seem to be really trying to hold him back.

Chi Luoxi, like a startled rabbit, his pert bottom in swim trunks, scrambled out of the pool in a panic, grabbed a towel from the lounge chair, wrapped himself haphazardly, and ran off toward the locker room with a slap-slap of his feet, as if fleeing.

He Angxiao stood in the water, watching his fleeing figure, but did not pursue.

He raised his hand and gently licked the inside of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

He had kissed too fiercely just now; he seemed to have bitten himself a little inside, and He Angxiao tasted a faint metallic taste.

He watched the locker room door close, his gaze deep, like a hunter witnessing prey flee back to its den, yet fully aware it had nowhere to escape—the calm anticipation of having everything under control.

A feast, of course, shouldn't be rushed—you don't take the first bite too soon.

Take it slowly, be patient, and wait until the prey completely lets down its guard, is most cooperative, obedient, and even offers itself up willingly—only then will it taste the most delicious, with an endless aftertaste.

He Angxiao dropped Chi Luoxi off at the staff dormitory building of the club. They were silent the whole way.

Chi Luoxi kept his head down, like a quail, wishing he could curl himself into a ball.

He Angxiao also stayed silent; he just tapped his fingers on the steering wheel idly at red lights, his gaze occasionally drifting over Chi Luoxi's still-swollen lips.

The moment they parted, Chi Luoxi said "Goodbye, Mr. He" and dashed upstairs to hide in his small room.

He closed the door, touched his numb, swollen, and stinging lips, and couldn't help letting out a hiss.

He Angxiao said he didn't like eating radish, but this was practically treating him like a tonic.

Although the process was completely different from what Chi Luoxi had imagined—thrilling and nearly deadly—the result was good.

The next step was to make Mr. He get used to him and become dependent on him, and then he could make his request for Mr. He to help him leave this place.

Chi Luoxi clenched his fist, feeling victory was within reach.

Meanwhile, He Angxiao returned to his usual apartment, took a shower, finished his work, and late that night, he lay on the large, soft bed but couldn't fall asleep.

In his mind, the scenes from the afternoon at the poolside kept replaying uncontrollably.

Chi Luoxi's wet eyes, swollen lips, soft waistline, and that raw, completely passive yet unexpectedly seductive reaction...

Somehow, these images gradually twisted, deformed, and merged into a deeper dream.

In the dream, it was still by that pool.

Chi Luoxi was facing away from him, kneeling and lying on that white lounge chair. He was still wearing that damn swimsuit from today.

The warm afternoon sun shone on him, making that fair skin almost translucent.

.........

He Angxiao saw a string of black cursive English tattoo, elegant in font but oozing obscene implications everywhere.

Only Mr. He entered.

And there was a small, delicate black arrow pointing to a more forbidden, hidden place.

In the dream, He Angxiao's breath suddenly caught.

Then he woke up with a start from the dream, sitting up abruptly. The room was pitch dark, and He Angxiao's whole body was burning hot.

He Angxiao roughly wiped his face and forcefully squeezed out a curse through his teeth.

"F*ck!"

Author's note:

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This pair really has a lot of games, because both sides want to play. Little Radish is bold because of his skill, truly natural, while Peacock He is simply perverted.

The swim trunks are not like the school swimsuit type; otherwise, it would be too much, and Peacock He wouldn't be able to stand it. They are still shorts, but not too short, that's right.

When I wrote "Only Mr. He entered," I even hesitated over the grammar. Past, present, and future continuous—should it be present perfect continuous? But our Little Radish's butt is only that big, hahaha.

Next chapter will be V-locked. Tomorrow will still update at 18:00. The next chapter will officially enter the young couple mode, the beginning of the formal method. There will be a ten-thousand-word update. After the next chapter goes V, there will be a two-day break. Thank you, darlings, for your support! This story had poor early exposure; I'm afraid it will die on the promotion shelf, so I had to settle for maintaining a thousand-word update. I hope the ranking on the shelf can be a bit higher. On the shelf day at 23:00, there will be a big long chapter (three-in-one) to make up for the previous two days' missed updates. Thanks for the support! Muah.