Chapter 86

Ye Chen forced himself to stay calm, rubbed his face hard, and with his messy bangs looking like a well-cooked shrimp that could walk, he quietly slipped back into his room. Using the faint light from his phone screen, he reached under his bed and pulled out a pot… of greens.

In this pot, clusters of green leafy plants grew, their appearance plain, resembling wild mountain herbs. Due to being secretly planted under his bed and severely lacking sunlight, the stems were frail, and each leaf gave off an air of quiet endurance.

Ye Chen parted the dense leaves, his fingers deftly picking through the gaps until he gathered a small handful of pea-sized, green fruits in his palm.

The fruits had thin, soft skins. Ye Chen pinched one, and with a soft pop, it burst, coating his hands in a slick juice. The juice had an oily texture, but thicker than oil, and it gave off a musky scent—a rich, slightly spicy, raw animalistic aroma that was almost blatantly alluring.

Ye Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he wiped the juice from his hands with a tissue. He poured the dozen or so small fruits into a storage bag, then headed out towards the courtyard gate.

After just a few steps, he felt a strange warmth building up in his right thumb and index finger, which had been most coated in the juice. They tingled with a faint itch, and he uneasily scratched at them.

This plant was called “Musk Green.” Its fruit oil was known for moisturizing skin, relaxing muscles, alleviating pain, and stimulating mucous membranes. It was pretty handy—and true to its name, it did have quite the musky scent. According to the Jing Ling records, there was a time in ancient history when a certain Realm Master considered Musk Green a veritable cash crop, cultivating it widely for public use. But then the next Realm Master was a rather chaste cultivator who found the plant’s suggestive reputation too indecent, and he set the Musk Green fields ablaze… leaving only a few plants in his own little garden.

Ye Chen had been cultivating this Musk Green for some time, hiding it under his bed to keep it from the divine beasts.

He had done some research online and knew that the first few times doing “that” were often very painful, especially considering Shen Mofeng’s… dimensions. But rush products weren’t safe for the body, and he dared not use them. Shen Mofeng probably wouldn’t let him use them either, so he’d looked up records in the Jing Ling database and actually found a hidden treasure.

I’m actually preparing this myself, even planning it long in advance… Isn’t that a bit too much? Too… too bold? Standing at Shen Mofeng’s gate, Ye Chen held his forehead, feeling hot all over, and the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he got, not daring to raise his hand to knock. He froze at the door, unmoving.

Suddenly, the door opened.

A warm, strong hand grabbed Ye Chen’s wrist and yanked him inside.

Shen Mofeng pulled him into his arms, slammed the door shut, locked it with one hand, and repeated with a faint smile, “Too bold?”

Ye Chen stammered, red-faced, “How come you… always…” always eavesdrop?

Shen Mofeng feigned curiosity, “What’s so bold?”

Ye Chen clutched the bag in his hand tightly: “…”

Fortunately, it was Shen Ting who used his listening powers regularly. Setting aside his scheming in business, Shen Ting was otherwise fairly principled in his personal life. If Shen Mofeng had truly inherited this power, combined with his acting skills, who knew what lengths he’d go to.

“Let’s discuss inside.” Shen Mofeng picked him up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom, gently laying him on the bed.

Ye Chen, dressed in an outfit full of youthful innocence, looked like a shy, young underclassman. Shen Mofeng gazed at him, his chest tingling not just because Ye Chen suited his taste, but because Ye Chen had thoughtfully dressed with his preferences in mind. Shen Mofeng held Ye Chen’s slender ankle in one hand, while helping him remove his shoes with the other. The canvas shoes were stark white, and his socks, fresh and new, still smelled faintly of laundry detergent.

“Chen Chen,” Shen Mofeng’s heart ached with warmth as he gave Ye Chen’s foot a light squeeze.

“I-I’ll take them off myself…” Ye Chen was half-lying on the bed, but as Shen Mofeng’s hand wrapped around his foot in that intimate way, his breath hitched. In a fluster, he bent down to take off the other shoe, but the moment he sat up, Shen Mofeng caught him and kissed him deeply.

“I’ve touched you everywhere else,” Shen Mofeng murmured as he kissed him, toying with Ye Chen’s belt buckle, “so why is it that you’re still so sensitive when I touch your feet?”

Ye Chen couldn’t figure it out himself, only that it made him feel an unusual, deep-seated embarrassment.

Listening to his quickening heartbeat, Shen Mofeng went further, lifting Ye Chen’s leg and planting a light kiss on his ankle.

Ye Chen: “Ah…”

A brief silence followed.

“…Shen Mofeng,” he said, “should I worry about fungal infections on the feet?”

“No, no!” Ye Chen was nearly beside himself, “It’s just a random thought! I don’t have any foot issues! It’s just, that news report recently popped into my mind…”

Why can’t I control my brain?!

“Some people look all innocent and adorable on the outside,” Shen Mofeng’s lips curled up, “but who knows what they’re thinking inside.”

An unexpected thought popped into Ye Chen’s mind.

Maybe he could ask Di Ting to lend him his powers for seven days, just to read Shen Ge’s thoughts… No, no, I didn’t, I’m not thinking anything!

“Is that so?” Shen Mofeng drawled, “Then I’ll just have to make good use of the time we have left.”

He threw his belt aside, letting it drop to the floor, and with the deftness of a cat playing with a mouse, teased Ye Chen, brushing his fingers over the buttons. “What’s underneath?”

Ye Chen pressed his lips together in silence.

“Oh,” Shen Mofeng continued, “Mind describing it? Color, fabric, style?”

Ye Chen turned his head, tightly closing his eyes as his chest rose and fell at a pitiable pace.

Shen Mofeng bit his lip gently and chuckled, “…Such a bold choice?”

“Ge, could we…” Ye Chen’s voice trembled, “Could we start now?”

This slow, drawn-out teasing was utterly unbearable.

Shen Mofeng hovered above him, leaning in to kiss him. Their figures became entwined, filling the bedroom with soft sighs and muffled moans, the scattered clothing on the floor growing from just a few pieces to a messy heap—save for one pair of white socks.

The slender feet, wrapped in those white socks, paired with his youthful, slim yet strong calves…

And the slightly watery eyes, hazy with desire yet innocent, and those parted lips, bitten but unwilling to close, the tense posture, his hands gripping the bedsheet, the thin muscles taut with unease, the fine bones and veins on his hand…

All of it epitomized the perfect blend of purity and allure.

Shen Mofeng took his time, teasing and coaxing until Ye Chen was soft as melting ice cream, and only then did he reach for the small bag beside Ye Chen’s pillow, pulling out a Musk Green fruit and giving it a quick squeeze.

No side effects, and it would make him feel good, so why not?

The juice coated his hand.

A little while later, that juice found its way to exactly where it was needed.

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The next morning, Ye Chen was startled awake by the alarm clock.

By the end of the previous night, his mind was a blur. An old virgin eating meat for the first time after having maintained a vegetarian diet was too scary, and Ye Chen suspected he hadn’t simply fallen asleep but had actually passed out.

As he shifted, Shen Mofeng, who was seemingly oblivious to the alarm, woke up right after him.

Checking the time, Shen Mofeng tossed his phone aside, pulling Ye Chen’s slender waist close and gently massaging it with his warm palm. His voice was a bit hoarse from the morning, which made it even more alluring: “Anywhere feel uncomfortable, baby?”

Ye Chen took a silent inventory.

His body was fresh and clean, with some soreness in certain areas but nothing unbearable… Shen Mofeng had evidently taken care of him after he fell asleep, or passed out.

“No, I’m fine,” Ye Chen replied softly.

Shen Mofeng looked at him, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.

As their eyes met, a flood of unseemly memories rushed back into Ye Chen’s mind.

Last night, he’d been so stirred up that he’d lost all sense of reason. With the added effect of the musk green fruit’s slight aphrodisiac quality, he’d gone from shy to as uninhibited as Shen Mofeng himself, saying all sorts of shameless things under Shen Mofeng’s coaxing, agreeing to things he never thought he would. The bed sheets had suffered just as much, a stark testament to the night’s activities…

He reached over to touch the sheets. They were dry, smelling faintly of laundry detergent—clearly changed.

Noticing something, Shen Mofeng let out a low chuckle.

“Ge, don’t you… don’t you need to get up early today?” Ye Chen, finally coming to from his sleepy haze, remembered the events of the previous night and felt a sudden urge to hide from the world.

While he’d braced himself for this, Ye Chen hadn’t imagined the “first time” would be quite this intense. He’d assumed the initial experiences would be more… gentle and tender.

Damn it, he thought, what a shameless old rogue!

Shen Mofeng raised an eyebrow, “Shameless old rogue?”

“No, no, you heard wrong,” Ye Chen stammered, his marked-up skin visibly flushing as he tried to cover his embarrassment by gathering his scattered clothes off the floor. “I’ll, I’ll make breakfast for you, okay? I made some congee last night, so I can just whip up a simple dish…” His voice came out in a steady stream to mask his shame. “What would you like? We have all kinds of vegetables in the garden…”

But Shen Mofeng got up, caught his little escape artist, pulled him back onto the bed, and pressed him down, giving him a gentle kiss. “I set the alarm early; there’s no rush.”

It’s not about rushing—it’s about not wanting to look at you right now! Ye Chen buried his face in Shen Mofeng’s chest, cutting off eye contact completely.

“Too embarrassed to look at me?” Shen Mofeng asked, gently nudging Ye Chen’s head, forcing him to look up, and asked knowingly, “Why?”

Ye Chen quickly buried his face again: “…”

…Damn, this chest is just too comfortable.

Shen Mofeng chuckled, “…‘Damn, this chest is just too comfortable’?”

Ye Chen’s brain was practically melting: “…”

Ahhhhh!!

Please just let me go make breakfast!

“Baby,” Shen Mofeng wrapped him even tighter, with a teasing tone, “Are you really going to just put your pants on and leave… acting like a scoundrel?”

“No!” Ye Chen defended himself with conviction, “I’m not putting my pants on to leave, I’m putting them on to make breakfast! Ge, stop touching me… don’t tease me like that anymore, my heart’s racing too fast… Ge, I really can’t take it, if you keep this up, I might just drop dead!”

It seemed that last night Shen Mofeng had put his strength into it, leaving the usually obedient Ye Chen in a defiant mood.

Yet, in contrast, the formerly restrained “first-timer” had developed an insatiable level of affection toward Ye Chen, clinging to him persistently like an overgrown puppy, refusing to let him go.

Ten minutes later…

“Could you give me a break… Just a break! I’m serious, you might not believe it,” Ye Chen, half delirious from the teasing, blurted out, “but these two parts down here… they’re called my buttocks.”

Shen Mofeng burst out laughing.

Ye Chen: “They’re not decorative walnuts^[1]Alluding to the playing technique involving holding a pair of walnuts in one hand and repeatedly rotating and rubbing them. Over time, the walnuts absorb the natural oils from the hands, making them … Continue reading!”

Shen Mofeng: “And so?”

Ye Chen, voice faint: “Stop polishing them, they’re practically shining…”

Why hasn’t Shen Ge’s assistant come to rescue him yet?!

The author has something to say:

Considering that Shen Ge is a person who cares about appearances, for the part with the lightning, I generously gave him three ellipses…  

For most people, I would give just one line, you know. 【doge】  

Guys, don’t say I don’t love you.

Eh, it’ll be up in three days~ But I’ll add it slowly after the main text is done. Things have been busy lately, IQ -1, IQ -1, IQ -1… hhhh, can’t write much at the moment _(:з」∠)_

I’ve been biding my time and planning for many years, and I finally wrote the “walnut” joke I first posted on Weibo… (._.)