It Turns out that I am Beautiful, Strong and Miserable [Quick Wear] - 126

 

ITOTIABSAM | Interstellar Orcs | 126

It tasted sweeter than anticipated.

Perhaps accustomed to being in control, the young man, though appearing delicate and frail, kissed with surprising dominance. Gu Cong, inexperienced and caught off guard, could only let the softness, cooler than his own body temperature, slowly sweep over his palate, marking him lightly yet boldly.

Their breaths intertwined, and Gu Cong suddenly felt a subtle pang of jealousy.

Who had taught Xie Ye? Who had taught him to kiss with such effortless skill?

As if testing the waters, Gu Cong’s hand that had been gripping the edge of the shoe cabinet gradually loosened, inch by inch, tracing up the casual white trousers, circling around the supple waist hidden beneath the shirt.

Xie Ye might have noticed, but he paid it no mind until the muscular arm around him tightened almost to the point of suffocation. With a flutter of his dark lashes, he opened his eyes, seeming both retaliatory and warning, and bit the man's lip.

In the dim light, Xie Ye's pupils contracted like a cat's, and large swathes of emerald green spread out, still exquisite but no longer the inorganic coldness, more like gemstones soaked in water.

"Xie Ye," his voice was low and hoarse, and for no reason at all, Gu Cong suddenly wanted to call the young man's name. In the moment when Xie Ye lazily glanced at him, Gu Cong pressed down on the hand that was encircling him and kissed those lips now shimmering with moisture once again.

Thud.

Subconsciously, Xie Ye's free hand braced against the shoe cabinet to steady himself.

However, like two armies in conflict, a mere momentary lapse was enough to shift the tide of battle. Gu Cong, with his strong learning ability, seized the opportunity when Xie Ye was momentarily distracted. He effortlessly opened the defenses, returned Xie Ye's previous "careful instruction" with interest, and even launched a more intense assault. Their throats were constricted, making it difficult for either of them to catch their breath.

In the end, it was Xie Ye, who exercised less regularly, who conceded defeat first, stepping back. However, he was immediately restrained by Gu Cong's iron-like arms, forcing him to end the overly prolonged kiss with a faint taste of rust by biting the other's lip.

The sensor light in the hallway remained on throughout, allowing Gu Cong to clearly outline the reddened corners of Xie Ye's eyes, pitiful yet adorable, as if he had been crying.

Following his instincts, Gu Cong raised his hand and gently touched the tempting crimson patch.

Of course, there were no traces of water as he had expected. A trace of disappointment inexplicably rose in Gu Cong's heart, but Xie Ye seemed to have read his thoughts. He squinted, raised his hand, and swiftly brushed away Gu Cong's index finger that had been rubbing back and forth.

However, the proud little cat forgot about his legs that had turned weak from lack of oxygen. The moment his hand left the shoe cabinet for support, he immediately lost control and toppled forward into Gu Cong's embrace.

...

With a low and contented chuckle, Gu Cong laughed.

His entire face buried into Xie Ye's shoulder, and Xie Ye's nose was bumped a bit painfully. Feeling the slight vibration of the man's chest, Xie Ye struggled slightly in annoyance, trying to sit up. However, he was gently restrained by Gu Cong, who soothingly pressed down on the back of his neck and kissed his earlobe.

Somewhat embarrassingly, Xie Ye obediently settled down.

In the presence of Gu Cong, he was always easily satisfied, easily pleased, chasing excitement yet craving warmth.

However, this time Gu Cong did not intend to take the gentle route.

The light kisses gradually turned into gentle bites with just the right amount of force, leaving teeth marks on Xie Ye's sensitive earlobes, leaving behind faint red marks.

"Don't move," his breath brushing against the side of his neck became more hurried, and slightly bending one leg, Gu Cong's muscles tensed, hinting at his intentions. "Or perhaps, does Mr. Xie want to... here?"

In response, he was met with a provocative kiss, lips pressing against his Adam's apple.

Gu Cong felt like he was losing his mind.

With no relationship established, without even having expressed their feelings to each other, they were like two freshly opened flintstones, seemingly cold and hard, yet any slight collision between them ignited a fierce blaze.

The area around the shoe cabinet was indeed a bit cramped for two adults. Fortunately, Gu Cong's long-standing commitment to running had paid off, allowing him to easily support the weight of the young man.

Despite the intermittent flickering of the sensor light in the foyer, the young man, with his shirt slipping down to his elbows, lay against Gu Cong's shoulder, his soft white hair soaked with sweat, sticking damply to the back of his neck.

Perhaps finally noticing the proximity of their position to the entrance, aside from some muffled syllables he couldn't suppress, the young man hadn't spoken for a long time. 

However, the more Xie Ye seemed to regain his composure, the more Gu Cong couldn't restrain the turmoil in his heart. Mischievously, he tilted him upwards.

"Ah!"

His work jacket had long since fallen to the ground, and through the fabric of his inner layer, he could still feel the young man's fingers suddenly tightening and the added stinging scratches on his back.

A warm drop soaked through the fabric, landing on Gu Cong's shoulder.

Slightly surprised, but gently, he shifted his position to make sure the other wasn't genuinely hurt before chuckling softly and lightly kissing the young man's moist eyelashes. "Mr. Xie."

"You're crying."

Then, that rare tenderness was shattered, breaking against the young man's choked sobs.

So, after the storm had passed, when Gu Cong carried Xie Ye into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, the awakened Xie Ye immediately "turned cold" and pushed him out of the door.

"Bang!"

The frosted glass door closed heavily, narrowly missing Gu Cong's nose. With a guilty cough, he knew he had gone too far. He quickly changed into some random clothes and went to tidy up the mess in the foyer.

After all, spontaneous intimacy without any preparation was troublesome from the start, and in the end, it was inevitable...

To be honest, he was really inexperienced in this regard. Fortunately, his innate instincts helped him hold the situation together. He quickly sorted everything out, quietly turned on his smart glasses, searched for information while heading into the kitchen, preparing some belated, simple, and suitable dinner for the current situation.

Two minutes later, his gaze paused slightly as his eyes were drawn to two bold words.

Knock, knock.

Raising his index finger, Gu Cong tapped on the misty frosted glass door. "Need any help?"

"Clean up."

The last two words were spoken slowly. Though the sound of water rushing may have drowned out his voice from inside, Gu Cong was patient. Leaning against the door, he raised his voice and repeated his offer.

Xie Ye, pretending to be deaf: ...

Well, he had to admit, he had indeed made quite a mess. But compared to that, letting someone in was the more dangerous thing to do.

Unfortunately, in his current state of mind, he had forgotten that this was Gu Cong's house to begin with.

Drip.

The iris unlocked, and after waiting patiently for two minutes, Gu Cong pushed open the door and walked in confidently.

As expected, Xie Ye completely missed dinner.

The shirt and trousers that had increased someone's sense of crisis had long been thrown away somewhere. He had changed back into his soft home outfit, perhaps due to the heat, with only the second-to-last button fastened, revealing a small section of collarbone marked with red imprints. Although it was a very simple and cold style, it somehow made him look three parts lazy.

His silver-tipped white hair was blow-dried delicately and left loose, not tied up again. As the bedroom door opened and closed, Gu Cong, who had ordered takeout, came in with a bowl. But the young man lying on the bed only fluttered his eyelashes, not even lifting his eyelids.

"My bad," Gu Cong apologized decisively, too aware of what the other person looked like when truly asleep. He placed the bowl on the bedside cabinet. "Have some porridge first to prevent stomachaches."

He swore he hadn't had any ulterior motives at first, but alas, familiarity breeds fondness, and Xie Ye, who was so obedient in the water, was practically no different from a fairy.

Moreover...

Bending down, he affectionately kissed the top of the young man's head and asked softly, "Does this mean we're officially together?"

Feigning sleep didn't work, and Xie Ye responded leisurely, "It depends on your performance."

Here it comes again.

That tone of casually mentioning giving him a cat.

"What performance? Like the one just now?" Gu Cong reached out and pulled Xie Ye out from under the blanket, pretending to lean in for a kiss. "It's okay. If Xie Ye isn't satisfied, I can keep trying."

Xie Ye, who had completely run out of energy to resist, opened his eyes:

"I want to eat."

User 1101, who was still probing frantically on the edge of the blackout room even after activating the privacy mode: Phew, that was close. Almost got shut out again.

This is so sudden.

There was no warning, no preparation. It just came out of nowhere. Right now, in Gu Cong's eyes, his own host seems to be a superficial playboy boss, rich and romantic, heartless when angered. Quite fitting for the usual domineering CEO trope.

But Gu Cong understood Xie Ye far better than User 1101 imagined.

Xie Ye was a very discerning person. Even if it was truly just the atmosphere, he wouldn't easily take a liking to just anyone.

Now looking back, the young man's "that's all" at the time seemed to carry a hint of resentment.

As the night fell quiet and with something in his stomach and a mouth rinsed, Xie Ye, exhausted from excessive physical exertion, closed his eyes and finally felt the drowsy fatigue settling in.

After some time, a hint of coolness crept in under the lifted blanket, followed by a warm hearth embracing him. Comfortingly, each touch along his nape soothed his tired muscles, affectionately, drawing him into a broad and secure embrace.

The fluctuating waves of his mind calmed down once again.

And on the same night, in the outskirts of the capital where the stars were relatively dim, a drunken man staggered along the road, his right hand clutching an unfinished bottle of cheap liquor. He muttered curses under his breath, his eyes bloodshot and filled with a network of fine lines, resembling spider webs, as if dripping with blood.

In the distance, a group of dirty stray cats gathered, emaciated and skeletal, much like him—trash, the dregs of the federation, unnoticed by anyone.

As if seeing his own future reflected in the other, the man, agitated, swung his arm and smashed the bottle forward.

"Meow!"

A piercing, hoarse cry echoed as the bottle shattered, scattering the cats like a tide fleeing from the shards. For a brief moment, the man's trampled dignity and vanity found satisfaction as he proudly took a few crooked steps forward, intending to transform into a beast and play with one of the fleeing cats. However, he suddenly caught a whiff of a foul odor.

The next moment, his clouded eyes fell upon a pile of rotting flesh.

Or rather, a corpse beyond recognition.

The clothes and skin were torn to shreds by the feral cats, but one could vaguely make out that they were once high-quality. As the night breeze blew by, a eyeball, already on the verge of falling out, rolled towards his feet with a faint green hue.

"A dead... a dead body!"

With a thud, the man, who moments ago wore a fierce expression, collapsed heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, emitting a scream more harrowing than that of the cats.

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