Ch60 - (II). Forced flirting

The hangover soup on the bedside coffee table had been mostly finished, leaving only a few remnants behind. Beside it lay an opened bottle of ointment for bruises.

The clothes scattered earlier had been picked up and neatly placed on a chair.

Although the quilt had been returned to the bed, it was carelessly tossed to the foot, left in a lonely heap, completely ignored.

“Mmm… ah…”

Soft, breathy moans drifted from the bedside, accompanied by wet, intimate sounds that filled the room with a decadent atmosphere.

Rong Jun’s fair, delicate body lay completely exposed, allowing the black wolf above him to do as it pleased.

“Mmm… Yan Chen…”

He cupped the wolf’s head, the soft fur beneath his palms soothing his restlessness beyond words. Unable to resist, he leaned in and licked at Yan Chen’s lips.

Compared to his own, the wolf’s tongue in its half-beast form felt small, almost insignificant.

But to Yan Chen, the sensation was intensely stimulating.

A low growl rumbled from his throat as his scarlet tongue flicked out, brushing lightly against Rong Jun’s. He seized Rong Jun’s wrist, licked his palm until it was damp, then pressed him back against the bed. His tongue traced down the slender line on Rong Jun’s neck, leaving damp trails across his skin, marking him with his scent.

The warm, wet sensation sent a shiver through Rong Jun’s body, like a faint electric current spreading beneath his skin.

“Mmm… that feels good…”

Yan Chen’s restraint had long since been worn thin. Desire twisted across his features, and in his half-beast state, Yan Chen’s presence became even more overwhelming, dangerous, almost out of control.

His breathing grew heavy as he tried to ease the tension building inside him, but it did little to help.

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But he had forgotten Rong Jun, when this man was drunk, he was anything but compliant.

“Why did you stop?” Rong Jun murmured, clearly enjoying the warmth and softness of Yan Chen, his fingers idly stroking through his hair.

“You shouldn’t push it.”

“You don’t have to hold back.”

“I’m not that far gone,” Yan Chen replied with a strained sigh. He couldn’t bring himself to take advantage of him like this.

Rong Jun, though still somewhat aware, felt unusually uninhibited. His thoughts were loose, his usual restraint gone, making it easy to act on impulses he would normally suppress and keep to himself.

Sensing Yan Chen’s struggle, he pushed himself upright. Naturally, the man above him followed what he was doing.

“Why are you sitting up?”

“I think… I’m losing control,” Rong Jun admitted softly.

His hand slid over Yan Chen’s chest, his fingers trailing downward until they reached his still-fastened belt. With ease, he loosened it.

Yan Chen caught his wrist and muttered in a warning tone. “If you keep this up, you’ll regret it tomorrow.”

“Isn’t it still night time?” Rong Jun replied, completely unfazed.

He pulled free, continuing what he was doing without hesitation.

Yan Chen’s breath hitched, he hadn’t expected things to go this far.

“Qingqing, you’re not seriously—”

Rong Jun hadn’t expected it either. But instead of embarrassment, there was a strange excitement brewing inside of him.

The closeness, the intensity, it all made his body burn. And this made him crave more and more.

“Why not?” he said, stubborn as ever.

Yan Chen’s control wavered further, tension mounting as conflicting thoughts clashed in his mind.

Yet Rong Jun’s lack of experience quickly became obvious, his movements were clumsy, unrefined, driven more by instinct than skill.

Even so, the sight alone was overwhelming for Yan Chen. It was always him making the first move, yet here was Rong Jun, offering himself to him.

“Qingqing…” Yan Chen’s voice dropped.

He wanted to guide him, to say more and put a stop to this, but he held himself back. He had already tried to stop things once, and it had only made Rong Jun more determined, so he guessed going with the flow is the right course of action.

Time passed, but nothing changed.

Rong Jun finally grew impatient, frowning slightly.

“…Are you incapable or something?”

Yan Chen’s expression darkened instantly, a vein pulsing at his temple.

“What did you just say?”

“You still haven’t… after all this? I’m tired. Why aren’t you doing anything?” Rong Jun flopped back onto the bed, completely blaming Yan Chen for his killing his mood.

That was the final push.

Yan Chen leaned over him, his gaze deep and dangerous.

“Qingqing… tomorrow, you’ll find out exactly whether I can or not.”

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Rong Jun showed no fear at all. Instead, he reached out, wrapping his arms around him lazily.

“Then you’d better prove it.”

Yan Chen immediately withdrew from his beast form, refusing to indulge him any further. Enduring the lingering discomfort, he dragged the neglected quilt over and lay down, pulling Rong Jun firmly into his arms.

“Don’t worry,” he muttered, still irritated. “You’ll remember.”

Rong Jun barely listened, squirming in dissatisfaction. “Why did you change back? I wanted to hold you…”

“I’m not letting you,” Yan Chen snapped, tightening his grip and refusing to let go despite his protests.

Eventually, Rong Jun tired himself out and fell asleep.

Yan Chen, however, lay awake the whole time, restless and tense, his thoughts anything but calm.

By the time sleep finally reached him, he had already made up his mind.

Tomorrow, he would make sure Rong Jun remembered everything very clearly, and perhaps punish this naughty peacock a little.