CH 39

“Not that we can actually do anything for real.”

He Jünle sits back up from Murong Jihua’s legs and stretches himself on his seat,

“And you are going to dismiss Her Highness with that nonchalant excuse?”

Murong Jihua is rubbing on his feet that is numb from He Jünle, while feeling fortunate he didn’t touch his private parts. He is squeezing his nose bridge in irritation,

“Do not underestimate the obsessiveness some mentally challenged individuals might have. If she wants to contribute to humanity’s next evolution, then let her.

Your mission is to be a good CP partner with me. Remember at all times, the image you just built up in front of Her Highness…”

He Jünle shrugs and says,

“You should be the one watching out yourself. If the Princess decided to take me away no matter what to check and realise I’m just a normal, unsullied man, you’re in for big trouble.”

Murong Jihua freezes.

That, that, that makes sense!

Their anecdotal evidence isn’t enough. There must also be other types of proof, right?

You say that the two of you are working hard for successful insemination’s sake, but she could very well want to analyse it. Then why is there no sign of anything?

He’s only 20 for Christ’s sake! He’s a good, young virgin! How the fuck should he know that copulation would leave behind evidence, this isn’t punchcards or something.

So, as if pushed along by fate, he opens his mouth to say, “then, are you going to kiss me?”

Before his brain has reacted in shame to his abominable words, He Jünle is already striking him with a firm ‘no.’

“Don’t misunderstand,”

He Jünle rubs his own lips with his index finger, and continues,

“All that is left on the lips can be discounted entirely; we’re not women, so there isn’t even lipstick to think about, is there? You can say we’ve kissed, but there really isn’t any sign whether some lips have been kissed or not.”

“Oh, oh…”

How does it feel when two straight (maybe?) men are talking solemnly about what evidence is left behind when one applauds for love? (TL: Applaud for love is Chinese lingo for having sex)

Murong Jihua would like to say that… It seems slightly better than he’d imagined; if it’s him, he wouldn’t find it completely unacceptable (TL: OOOOH snap!).

“So, what do you propose we do?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll ask all my female friends who have experienced sex. There should be at least forty of them…”

“Never mind that, don’t ask them. We don’t have time, so instead, this shaoye will go to the Internet. Convenient.”

“It won’t take long, they’d all reply in a heartbeat. Here, see——”

“See mine first. I got results already.”

・

Common – Kiss marks, scratch marks;

Restricted – [REDACTED]

・

The redacted version had way too much high-class operations neither could understand properly, so they choose to tacitly ignore it——Instead, they decide to go for the common ones.

Murong Jihua’s face is reddened, He Jünle looks expressionless as always;

Murong Jihua is restless, He Jünle is motionless;

Murong Jihua elbows He Jünle, asking, “are we doing it?”

He Jünle nods with a poker face.

Murong Jihua heaves a weary sigh, saying, “then I’ll help you——Don’t move…”

He Jünle ignores him, and raises his arm towards his mouth——After some very suggestive sucking sounds, under Murong Jihua’s gaping maw, is the young man showing the row of brilliant red on the pale skin of his arm. He says,

“How is it? Nice strawberries I’ve planted, no?”

“…”

“What’s wrong? Why are you not sucking?”

“Oh, and leave the neck alone. A friend of mine once ended up in the ICU from the neck getting sucked. Just do it at other places that are highly visible.”

He can’t exactly just say he’s waiting for him to suck him now, can he!

What kind of hardcore operation is this?!

Some kind of abominably tedious segment you won’t even see in BL novels, would you?!

・

With a forced smile, Murong Jihua says,

“I’ll suck.”

Yan Jihua has been through many awkwardly embarrassing situations in his life.

Dying by otome games is one;

The girlfriend he picked up off the street thinking of him as her new fatherly figure is one;

Treating the rival in love who stole his first kiss as a woman and touching his manly extension is one;

Officially declaring his newly beloved to the nation wearing Peppa the Pig rings is one;

And using his own mouth, to suck on all his own skin that is visible outside, planting endless strawberries, is one.

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Murong Jihua, who is sucking his own arm while swallowing his own tears would happily accept losing all his five senses; the sound of the man sucking himself next to him is too loud for his eyes!

It must be He Jünle’s overly perverted voice, that is, affecting, his own, endocrine, hormonal, secretion….

——This is a thought from CEO Murong, who is trying to come up with an excuse for his increasingly hard ‘hardness,’ now flexing his legs as much as possible.

‘Aaaah Xiaomo, daddy would so much rather be by your side than madly spewing hormones next to your Le-gege!’

So Murong Jihua screams in silence.