After Transmigrating as the Northeast CEO's Pampered Little Husband - Chapter 21

Gu Jiao-yang leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the drunken Mr. Dai busy mixing the filling, and his heart couldn’t help but soften.

This man looks a bit cold and aloof, yet surprisingly, he’s a total domestic type at heart. He probably even does housework. Marrying him is quite the bargain.

“What exactly are you making? Dumplings?” Gu Jiao-yang leaned in, taking a sniff of the filling Mr. Dai had prepared. The aroma of soy sauce and sesame oil hit his nose, making his mouth water instantly.

Gu Jiao-yang was genuinely hungry, but Mr. Dai was so focused on his work that he didn’t respond, perhaps finding the boy too noisy.

“Honestly, my Darling Dai, I’m so bored when you don’t talk! Anyway, do you want my help?” Gu Jiao-yang helped Mr. Dai put away the chopping board and hang it up. Just as he turned around, the muddled, drunken Mr. Dai had already picked up the dough board and started kneading the dough.

Gu Jiao-yang grabbed a small handful of flour and drew six lines on Mr. Dai’s face. A large, whiskered black cat was instantly freshly produced.

“Mr. Dai, has anyone ever told you how incredibly adorable you are?”Dai Gu-can, whose face was unexpectedly smeared with flour, hugged the dough bowl and glared. But in Gu Jiao-yang’s eyes, he looked just like a newly born puppy that hadn’t learned to huff yet.

“Smack.” Utterly defeated by Mr. Dai’s drunken cuteness, Gu Jiao-yang seized the moment while the man was still confused. He pulled his collar, forcing him to bend down, and planted a loud, resounding kiss directly on Mr. Dai’s mouth.

After the kiss, he even smacked his lips, as if he’d just eaten the finest delicacy.

Dai Gu-can, still in a drunken haze from the surprise attack, blinked at the boy who had just ambushed him. His head buzzed for a moment. Suddenly, he threw the dough bowl aside, grabbed Gu Jiao-yang’s arm, and expertly twisted it behind his back. The speed was so fast that by the time Gu Jiao-yang realised what was happening, his two wrists were crossed and tightly gripped in Mr. Dai’s single palm behind his back.

“Mr. Dai? What are you doing? You’re hurting me!”

“Mr. Dai?… Mmph!”

Before Gu Jiao-yang could fully process the fact that he, a dignified cultivator, couldn’t even break free from the strength of an ordinary manMr. Dai held both his wrists with just one hand—his chin was pinched by Mr. Dai’s free hand, forcing his head up into a genuine kiss.

And this was a proper, full-on kiss. It was nothing like the disastrous, awkward accident in the restaurant men’s room, nor the quick, hit-and-run peck Gu Jiao-yang had stolen earlier. The position and angle were perfect. Mr. Dai had captured the little one’s mouth and was kissing him thoroughly.

It just goes to show that some people are naturally gifted in certain areas. Even if he’d been single for ages, Mr. Dai was no longer a total novice. Aside from the initial drunken mistake of nearly kissing the boy’s chin, once he precisely found the little one’s mouth, he began kissing him just like in the films.

Every step was breathtaking, marking him with Mr. Dai’s unique flavour.

Compared to the drunken Mr. Dai, Gu Jiao-yang, who boasted daily about wanting to sleep with handsome men, was just a complete newbie. He could talk the talk and flirt brazenly, but when it came to the real thing, he was no better than a truly innocent little schoolboy.

Gu Jiao-yang was locked in Mr. Dai’s embrace and kissed into self-imposed silence. Never mind that kissing can supposedly kill you; Mr. Dai’s intimate technique was so intense it felt like he was trying to drill into his mouth and merge with him, constantly crushing his nose and leaving him precious little time to breathe.

Furthermore, their difference in size was considerable, and Mr. Dai, drunk, gripped his chin and lifted his head without any sense of moderation, making it even harder for Gu Jiao-yang to breathe.

He was entirely enveloped by Mr. Dai, who was pinching his chin and gripping his wrists, while a long leg was extended between his own for support. Unless he was emotionally stunted, this forceful kiss was bound to steal his soul, reducing him to a soft puddle of pink bubbly water.

In fact, Gu Jiao-yang was indeed dazed and captivated by Mr. Dai’s sudden display of dominance. The loud kissing sounds in the dimly lit kitchen were as clear as if they were in a recording studio. His mouth, unable to close because he was forced to tilt his head back, could only meekly accept the favour.

A tingling sensation shot from his lips, electrocuting his brain. It viciously scraped along the back of his spine and then quickly travelled all the way down to his heels, not stopping until his curled little toes were flushed red.

The kiss lasted for a long time. When Dai Gu-can finally pulled away, Gu Jiao-yang’s shoulders slumped. He let the man hold his chin as a point of support, too lazy to struggle, his eyes unfocused.

That was so bloody good.

Gasping for air through his mouth, Gu Jiao-yang relied on the support of Dai Gu-can’s pinching grip on his chin to avoid sitting down on the floor.

“Sweet.” After thoroughly kissing the little one, Mr. Dai still wasn’t sober. His eyes were shining as he stared at the boy’s lips, which were red and glossy from the kiss. Using the same posture, he curled a finger and rubbed the smooth skin below the boy’s chin.

“Mmm…” Gu Jiao-yang guessed it was the sweet he’d eaten in the living room to tide him over when he came downstairs. It must have been strawberry-flavoured.

Gu Jiao-yang was overcome by laziness again after the whole ordeal. He leaned limply against Dai Gu-can, barely stopping himself from giving a satisfied yawn.

A potential goldmine, indeed. He truly deserved to be the devoted secondary male lead with better stats than the protagonist. With skill like that, he could live like an immortal every day once he secured him.

During the kiss, Dai Gu-can was exceptionally forceful, and the height difference meant a lot of close contact. Consequently, Gu Jiao-yang got a rough idea of the man’s clearly defined, appropriately muscled physique, as well as the approximate size of that area. His heart gave a shudder upon contact.

The drunken Dai Gu-can was similarly affected. While his mind was a muddle, the physical sensations of their bodies pressing together were vividly clear: the wrists he could easily snap with a little pressure, and the captivating, perfectly escalating curve where the little one’s slender waist met his hip, which his hand brushed against unconsciously while gripping the wrists.

These sensations were intoxicating. The kissing was even more addictive. A small face he could cup in one palm, and soft, moist little lips once tasted, he wanted to hold them in his hand and enjoy them every day.

Moreover, the feeling of the slender body being completely encased in his embrace, as if the little thing could never run away, only stimulated Dai Gu-can to want to go even further.

Such a sweet and alluring little thing ought to be tethered to his side and taken everywhere.

So, the muddled Mr. Dai, acting on impulse, released his grip and started to loosen his own tie. He fumbled and tugged for ages before finally removing the now wrinkled, dark blue tie. He picked up one of the boy’s hands, threaded the tie between their wrists, and even in his drunken state, remembered to use the widest part to tie the boy’s wrist to prevent injury. Then, happily, he pulled the knot tight.

Apparently feeling it wasn’t secure enough, the muddled Mr. Dai stared at their bound hands for a long moment before moving to undo his belt, intending to use it as a rope. However, the belt buckle was locked onto his trousers. The drunken Mr. Dai had completely forgotten how to unfasten it. He grumbled and fiddled with it for a long time, but when he couldn’t get it open, he let go dejectedly. He glared at the belt, thinking, Which company made this? I swear, by the time I wake up tomorrow, I’ll make sure they go bankrupt before sunrise!

Gu Jiao-yang, who was resting against Dai Gu-can and recovering, watched the whole process. Staring at his wrist, which had been tied with a dead knot by Mr. Dai, and the belt that the man couldn’t undo, he fell into deep thought.

Could this Mr. Dai have some sort of unusual fetish?

Ewww! How exciting!

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