Chapter 203

“The Ninth District?”

Charlie lowered his glass, a disapproving expression on his face. “From what I know, that place has nothing but endless sand and useless metal ores. In my opinion, there’s no need to even bother.”

A few days ago, when Tianshu proposed going to the Ninth District first to gain support from the Ninth District Commander, Charlie voiced his objections.

To which Tianshu replied, “The more barren a place, the more likely it hides treasures.”

At that time, he had no idea he would end up in such a situation in the Ninth District.

The water had already stopped. Water resources in the Ninth District were scarce; each person had only three minutes for bathing time, and even with the commander’s special opening, once the three minutes were up, the hot water stopped.

The surrounding temperature, however, remained unchanged.

Tianshu was soaked through, a white mist enveloping both of them. He accepted Mo Yin’s fervent, somewhat assertive kiss. Following Mo Yin’s command, his arms firmly held him, his palms unconsciously slipping to leverage points, taut and elastic. Mo Yin looked pale and lean, yet that area was quite fleshy; Tianshu’s fingers almost sank into it.

Tianshu’s mind was almost blank, or rather, chaotic. Otherwise, he couldn’t explain why he responded to Mo Yin’s kiss with equal fervor.

Their tongues intertwined and moved like two armies in battle. The dominant collisions and subtle tugs were simply irresistible.

Without experiencing such a kiss firsthand, one couldn’t understand the intense throbbing it caused even when simply kissing someone.

Someone inexperienced in this regard would appear extremely awkward, relying solely on instinct and the guidance of the other. Water droplets or sweat dripped onto his forehead, stinging his eyes, stimulating even more fluid secretion.

The person he held clung to him like a snake, in this almost suffocating intimacy, kissing until everything spun around them.

Their water-stained skin stuck together, sticky as though they were going to merge but then quickly separated, creating a strangely intense rhythm in the spacious public bathhouse, echoing with satisfying slaps. Tianshu found himself instinctively following, coordinating with the crisp sounds flooding his ears, gradually synchronizing, boiling with the rhythm, lips moist enough to melt.

Mo Yin’s breath, the warmth from his skin, the tongue unrestrainedly rampaging in his mouth, the sensation of his hair swaying against the back of his hand… Tianshu had completely lost the ability to weigh pros and cons; his thoughts were controlled not by his brain but by other parts of his body.

After an unknown amount of time, Tianshu’s palm suddenly moved upward. As Mo Yin instinctively fell back, Tianshu’s hand firmly pressed against his spine.

An explosion like the sun burst in his mind; his breath was long and rapid, gasping for air, both of them were.

The violent rise and fall of their chests gradually calmed down. Mo Yin’s hands pressed against Tianshu’s shoulders, bowing his head, breathing spraying onto Tianshu’s collarbones. He curled up in his embrace, ankles crossing behind Tianshu’s back. He raised his head and gently kissed Tianshu again; those indifferent lips, after gently licking twice, suddenly kissed back passionately.

Mo Yin tilted his head slightly back; both hands grabbed Tianshu’s hair at the nape of his neck and tugged forcefully. The pain seemed to stimulate Tianshu; in one breath, he lifted Mo Yin and carried him to the wooden bench.

Mo Yin lay back; his pale face was finally suffused with a moist redness. His white hair spread behind him, wet and clinging to his skin. His hand pressed against Tianshu’s nape; without hesitation, he tilted his head up and took the initiative to meet Tianshu’s light kiss.

The bench was narrow; Mo Yin half lay on it sideways. His long, slender, well-proportioned left leg could only sway diagonally on the ground, leaving the remaining space behind him for Tianshu.

Holding this cruel commander from behind, not needing to kiss, Tianshu finally managed to divert some attention. He squinted at Mo Yin; Mo Yin’s snow-white eyelashes were tightly closed, violently trembling fast and slow. Tianshu stared at his profile for a while, finally realizing that the rapid and slow trembling of those eyelashes was due to his actions.

What was he doing? Why was his heart beating so fast, as if it was about to burst?

He had to find a way to relieve this almost agonizing “pain.”

Tianshu lowered his head; his lips pressed against those snow-white eyelashes.

Ticklish and damp.

He kissed them, unconsciously and inexplicably moving down to Mo Yin’s slightly parted lips.

An irrepressible chaos ensued.

Tianshu had completely forgotten everything. When Mo Yin pushed his chest with the back of his elbow, he almost naturally lay down, allowing Mo Yin to sit up. Mo Yin looked down at him, his snow-white eyelashes fluttering open, his purple eyes seemingly about to overflow with substantive colors, smiling—a satisfied, pleasant smile.

Mo Yin’s fingers interlaced one by one with his through his hand gaps. Tilting his head slightly, his white hair jumped along, dizzying and enchanting.

In such a completely explosive impact, not inferior to their first encounter, Tianshu lost himself.

When everything finally quieted down, Mo Yin lay somewhat tiredly on Tianshu. Tianshu hugged his shoulder with one hand and still held his hand with the other, his mind ablaze with brilliant colors, still in the heat of the moment. So when Mo Yin withdrew his hand from their interlocked fingers, Tianshu subconsciously tightened his grip, pulling him towards his side, as if to detain him. When their eyes met, Tianshu realized what he had done, his Adam’s apple rolling quickly; he let go of his hand.

Mo Yin smiled, hooking his lips, lifted Tianshu’s chin with his finger, and leaned down to gently kiss him. “You worked hard.” He then stood up, residual pink of emotions on his skin, his well-toned back elegantly tight, his white hair disheveled, and faint red marks faintly visible, probably from Tianshu’s grip. The white hair tips swayed on his bent waist, downward, deeply flushed, overlapping with fingerprints.

Tianshu wanted to look away, but it was like he hadn’t completely regained control of his body and kept his eyes tightly on Mo Yin’s figure. He watched Mo Yin leisurely walk to the wall, hot water flowing down. Mo Yin swept his long hair to one side, leaning against his legs. The snow-white long hair faded like a color, not the color on his head.

“Come wash up,” Mo Yin leaned against the wall, lazily telling Tianshu, who still sat on the bench, “Don’t expect me to spoil you too much.”

Tianshu slowly stood up, bare feet on the ground. He felt a surreal sense of absurdity, silently standing next to Mo Yin, his gaze lingering on Mo Yin’s undulating figure.

“Commander…”

Tianshu opened his mouth, and water flowed into his mouth, tasting of metallic bitterness.

Mo Yin completely ignored him. He efficiently cleaned himself, his movements practiced. Only after finishing did he casually respond with a “Hmm?”

Tianshu slowly closed his mouth.

His clothes were slightly damp with moisture. The commander dressed without any hesitation, putting on all his clothes, finally wearing gloves. Turning around, he saw Tianshu, unusually slow in action, still buckling his belt. He stepped forward, taking the belt from Tianshu’s hand.

Tianshu lowered his head slightly, watching the commander deftly and meticulously fasten his belt.

“From today onwards, you’ll sleep in my room. When I don’t need you, stay in the room and don’t wander around. The mental strength of citizens in the Ninth District is entirely under my control; every one of them is my eyes. So you better behave,” the belt fastened, Mo Yin picked up Tianshu’s coat from his arm and draped it over him. His movements were gentle, as if he were treating a beloved lover. After everything was in order, he looked up at Tianshu. “Hide away those unrealistic ideas in your head.”

The air still carried the warmth and scent of their intimacy, but the commander’s attitude seemed to have completely withdrawn from it.

Tianshu’s fingers trembled slightly, a faint smile on his face. “Got it.”

After saying that, his cheek was lightly patted, with the force similar to an affectionate caress. His tone was gentle, but the words were cold, “I’ve told you many times already, don’t smile like that. I don’t like it.”

The smile on Tianshu’s face slowly faded.

Even when he had no expression, he didn’t seem particularly indifferent. He looked refined and elegant, somewhat reminiscent of Li Xiu. Mo Yin glanced at him a few more times; Tianshu’s complexion darkened, hinting at shades of Randes. Mo Yin saw him trying to restrain an eruption, and there was a bit of Pei Qing’s shadow. The smile on his face became even more indulgent. “This is fine.”

*

The commander’s room wasn’t particularly spacious or privileged. Tianshu received a new set of clothes that looked like military uniforms from the Ninth District. He wanted civilian clothes, but clearly had no choice in selecting them himself. Moreover, there was another possibility—that there were no civilians in the Ninth District at all.

The military uniform felt unfamiliar to Tianshu. The more affluent the area, the more casual and loose the clothing style. Being tightly bound by the military uniform instantly made his body feel oppressed. Even though it was just clothing, it seemed to be entwined with the shadow of that person.

Thinking of the way Mo Yin looked at him and smiled, Tianshu’s breathing began to feel somewhat constrained.

As a commander of District One, Tianshu had never experienced such humiliation throughout the entire Alliance.

It could be said that from the moment he set foot in District Nine, he had been continuously subjected to setbacks and frustrations, as if he had taken the wrong path of destiny.

Tianshu lowered his head to adjust his sleeve cuffs, a self-deprecating smile mixed with a hint of determination appearing on his face. His expression gradually became relaxed and open. A new experience was not necessarily a bad thing.

There was a faint tingling sensation on his back, not just from the scars left by the whip, but also some less prominent pain, delayed by the deep digging of hard nails into his muscles.

His fingers paused on the sleeve cuff, and Tianshu couldn’t help but drift away, memories instantly invading his mind, his temples throbbing.

It might be laughed at if spoken aloud, but the fact was that his “innocence” had also been lost here.

Tianshu’s face showed a myriad of emotions, from hindsight to the back of his ears and neck, turning a deep red.

The other party was obviously exceptionally experienced.

Someone who seemed so cruel and crazy in appearance actually possessed an extraordinary charm in this respect. So where did this charm come from? And who was he looking at through him?

Tianshu continued to straighten his sleeves until they were neat and obedient.

Regardless of who that person was, he didn’t care.

His fingers pressed down on the metal button, the pressure gradually increasing. He released it with a suddenness. Tianshu walked to the door, opened it, and saw many others dressed in military uniforms hurriedly coming and going outside. Among them were many tall and upright young men emitting a similar icy demeanor to their leader.

There was no objection from any of them to Tianshu suddenly staying in the commander’s room. The stern expression of the warrior who brought him back to the room was serious, showing no trace of frivolous scrutiny, and his attitude towards Tianshu was very respectful.

This made Tianshu feel a little cold.

Respect for the commander’s “pet” was so respectful. This could indicate two things: firstly, the commander’s authority had reached near-divine levels, and secondly, someone like him was already accustomed to such existence.

Tianshu calmly analyzed, examining his situation without any emotional color. He became increasingly calm and peaceful, even having the leisure to stroll around Mo Yin’s room. In his mind, he silently counted the time, and after about four hours, Mo Yin finally returned.