CH 59.1

First Time

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

“I suggest you bottom.”

“…”

“…”

“… Why?”

“… Murong, just think about it. Your technique is something really difficult to work with.”

Murong Jihua decides to very methodically analyse the prospects of him bottoming.

If we talk about the usual BL Top の characteristics –

Technique: He Jünle＞Murong Jihua

Strength: He Jünle＞Murong Jihua

Murong Jihua’s eyes are twitching.

Not that he doesn’t have any advantages to himself.

Richness: Murong Jihua＞He Jünle

Wealthiness: Murong Jihua＞He Jünle (definitely distinct from the previous stat)

Famousness: Murong Jihua＞He Jünle

Size of [REDACTED]: Murong Jihua＞He Jünle (ever so slightly; from instincts; it was embarrassing to compare in detail the last time they were in bed together)

So, after rounding, it means that Top の Potential: Murong Jihua＞He Jünle

And definitely…

CP supporters: Mu-He＞He-Mu

Murong Jihua firmly rejects the proposal with a “no way.”

He Jünle asks, “… why?”

Why?

Murong Jihua’s eyes meet with He Jünle’s from on top of him. These plastic bubbles keep rolling about the person under him. He still looks all calm and distant, despite the starry night buried in his eyes.

He is dazed.

Actually, you know what…

Murong Jihua doesn’t really mind being on the top or bottom anymore.

Like he said himself, top and bottom are bodily positions only. They’re both good men. Off the bed they’ll do what they’ll do, brawls or plays or whatever. What, you thought that once they established who’s the bottom that person gets to be hugged and embraced and spun in circles by the other, and patted and kissed and blablabla…?

Just imagining that scene is giving Murong Jihua goosebumps.

That said, when it comes to He Jünle, something makes him unwilling to concede.

He wants to have him all to himself.

Murong Jihua can’t help but suddenly recall a certain famous scene from a TV drama depicting the Qing Imperial Court…

Lady Hua said, “… but he has so many women. So much so that I’m angry.”

Now that he thinks about it, if he put Yan Jihua in the place of Lady Hua, then, he does seem to be in the same position as that Guifei (TL: A rank among the concubines of the Emperor) banished into the Cold Palace…? (TL: Cold Palace is where concubines of the Emperor go if they offend the Emperor somehow or just are no longer popular, cold referring to the lack of liveliness in the palace due to the Emperor no longer/never visiting)

But he has so many women. So much so that the shaoye is angry.

No way.

“No, just no.”

“…”

“…”

“… This shaoye will be really careful, so… we can do it slowly?

Technique can be trained. I——This shaoye can learn. Really. Anything. Classes, textbooks, whatever, so long as you… I… Shit.”

Murong Jihua loses confidence more and more as he continues speaking. His ears are burning red. While bullshitting, he couldn’t stop himself from being distracted with counting the eyelashes on the young man’s eyes.

After counting all the strands of eyelashes, Murong Jihua has run out of words to say.

“Never mind,”

He extends his hand to rub on He Jünle’s earlobes, adding,

“As long as you’re happy.”

“…”

He Jünle looks at how Murong Jihua’s face has gone through at least 36 distinct colour spectrums in just three minutes, and finally breaks into a chuckle.

He clamps down on the hand messing about his ear, and begins rubbing up and down his bony joints.

“…!”

Murong Jihua thinks, today, might be the day he completely surrenders his body to him.

The guy, he sure is, talented at anything and everything.

“Though I don’t know what that fuss was all about,”

He Jünle says with a magnetic and slightly hoarser tone than usual,

“If you really want to top, I’ll see what I can do to help.”

Murong Jihua immediately proclaims, “pinky promise!”

He Jünle “…”