I Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder, Only to be Desired by the Dragon King - Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Played by the Dragon Buff! (Minor Edit) — …

Before Shen Youqing could react, those cool, soft lips had already pressed against his own.

The crisp scent of dragon ambergris, wrapped in a faint warmth, spread across his lips. It was completely different from the bitter, medicinal taste in his dream; it was soft, warm, and made him want to drown in it.

Shen Youqing froze instantly, his eyes wide. Yet, that “hungry wolf” impulse that had been forcing him to seek intimacy vanished like a fire quenched by warm water. In its place was a numbing warmth that surged through his body—it was so comfortable he almost let out a sigh of relief.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Xiuyan slowly pulled back. His forehead rested against Shen Youqing’s, his breath a bit warm, his voice deep and tender: “Do you feel better now?”

Shen Youqing stared blankly at the handsome face so close to his. It took him a long while to realize that the uncontrollable craving really had disappeared! The internal heat was receding, leaving only a soft heart and a faint, fluttering sensation.

“Much… much better,” he answered instinctively, his cheeks still burning. “How did you know…?”

Feng Xiuyan looked at his dazed and slightly embarrassed expression. His own ear tips reddened as he spoke with a difficult-to-utter honesty: “It is because of me.”

Shen Youqing blinked, his brain not yet in gear. He frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Feng Xiuyan’s ears turned even redder. His gaze drifted toward the potted gardenia by the bed. After a pause, he spoke with effort: “That day, you were unconscious with a high fever. You couldn’t swallow the medicine. In my… in my desperation, I used the method of ‘transferring’ the medicine to feed you.”

“Trans-transferring?” Shen Youqing’s eyes widened. His face turned a deep crimson, and even his neck flushed pink. “Then, isn’t that…” Doesn’t that mean mouth-to-mouth feeding!?

“I apologize.” Feng Xiuyan’s ears were now scarlet. His voice carried genuine regret, but also a hidden trace of panic. “You were unconscious; I had no other choice.” Actually, besides the desperation, there had been a tiny bit of selfish desire at play.

Shen Youqing’s heart skipped several beats. So that bitter kiss in his dream wasn’t a dream—it was real… He had actually kissed Feng Xiuyan! (Wait, he had been kissed!)

He took a deep breath to steady his racing heart. “Then what do you mean by saying my current ‘abnormality’ is related to you?” Just because they shared a medicinal kiss doesn’t mean he developed skin hunger out of nowhere, right?

Feng Xiuyan explained patiently in a low voice: “A dragon’s saliva has a fatal attraction for their chosen mate, carrying a slight aphrodisiac effect. We also call it the ‘Lust Gu.’ It makes you instinctively want to be near me, seeking physical contact to soothe the restlessness… Seeing your state earlier, I guessed this was the reason.”

“…”

Shen Youqing was stunned. He stood there with his mouth open, unable to say a word.

Dragon saliva? Chosen mate? Aphrodisiac? Lust Gu??

This was too much information; his brain couldn’t process it! He had been wondering how a single kiss could cause such extreme physical dependency, but he never expected such a high-fantasy explanation!

No wonder he felt like a hungry wolf who’d never seen a handsome guy before, unable to stop himself from wanting to pounce. It turns out he was being played by a Dragon Race buff!

And… Feng Xiuyan said he was his “chosen mate”…

Shen Youqing’s face heated up again. He felt embarrassed, flustered, and a bit giddy. He had no idea how to respond.

Seeing that Shen Youqing wasn’t angry, Feng Xiuyan’s anxiety eased slightly, though his ears remained red. “This reaction may last for a month. The Lust Gu is powerful; only physical proximity or contact with me can soothe it… If you feel restless or find your impulses hard to control, you can tell me.”

He paused, then added: “I will stay by your side. I won’t let you endure this alone.”

Shen Youqing scratched his cheek. “So if I can’t sleep in the middle of the night and need you to ‘soothe’ me, you’ll come?”

It was a casual joke, but to his surprise, Feng Xiuyan nodded almost instantly. His tone was serious and steady: “I will.”

Shen Youqing was flustered by his earnestness. He stammered a rebuttal: “Who—who’s going to look for you in the middle of the night! I was just kidding, why are you taking it so seriously?”

Feng Xiuyan’s expression turned solemn. “Do not underestimate the power of this Gu. Without my presence to calm it, you truly will not be able to endure it. You felt that ‘uncontrollable’ sensation just now.”

Shen Youqing froze. Recalling that unbearable “hunger,” he felt uneasy. “Is there no other way? Like an antidote?”

“I am the antidote.” Feng Xiuyan looked at him, his gaze dead serious, without a hint of a joke.

Shen Youqing was speechless. He wanted to say that wasn’t what he meant, but the words died in his throat. Fine. According to Feng Xiuyan, this was basically like the “dependency period” after a “temporary marking” in the ABO novels he used to read.

Resistance was futile. He could only nod in resignation. “Got it.”

Seeing his “accepting defeat” expression, Feng Xiuyan couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. The sound was rich and warm, filled with clear indulgence, making Shen Youqing’s ears burn.

…

Two Days Later

After that day, Shen Youqing rested at the Shen estate for two days. He felt like he was about to grow mushrooms from staying in bed, but today he could finally walk around.

Over these two days, the Lust Gu’s effect hadn’t weakened at all. It hits like clockwork once a day. First, he’d feel a wave of heat, then his heart would race, and he’d feel like he’d been thrown into an oven. More ridiculously, he could only settle his mind by thinking of Feng Xiuyan.

On the first day it hit, Shen Youqing tried to tough it out with willpower. The result? He couldn’t hold out even a little bit. (╥﹏╥)

He huddled under his quilt, gritting his teeth and cursing the setting eight hundred times. It’s just some heat! I can handle it!

But within half an hour, his fingertips were trembling. All he could see was Feng Xiuyan’s handsome face—even the way his Adam’s apple moved when he talked was vivid in his mind!

“Dammit…” Shen Youqing’s eyes were red from the strain. The back of his neck was hot enough to fry an egg. The craving to pounce, kiss, and hold surged like a tide, making it hard to breathe.

Finally, curled in a heap with no strength left, he faced reality—Feng Xiuyan wasn’t bluffing. He really couldn’t handle it.

He fumbled for the Sea-Calling Conch by his pillow, pressed it to his lips, and whispered with his last breath: “Feng Xiuyan… help… save me…”

There was a brief silence on the other end, followed by a sharp “clatter”—the sound of porcelain breaking. Clearly, the other person had stood up so fast they swept things off their desk.

Then, Feng Xiuyan’s tense, trembling voice came through, accompanied by rapid footsteps: “What happened, Qingqing? Is it the Gu again?”

“I’m coming right now. Just hang on, okay?” His voice got closer, and the sound of rustling robes and whistling wind could be heard.

Shen Youqing’s eyes were moist from the discomfort. He could only manage a weak “Mhm.” He curled up on the bed, listening to the approaching presence, feeling both ashamed and comforted.

In less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the door was burst open. Feng Xiuyan rushed in, carrying the coolness of the night dew.

“Where is the discomfort?” Feng Xiuyan reached the bed. His cool hand had just touched Shen Youqing’s forehead when the boy grabbed it and pressed it against the back of his own neck.

The cool sensation was like life-saving rain. Shen Youqing let out a sigh of comfort and instinctively nuzzled closer, burying his face in the robes that smelled of dragon ambergris.

“Hot…” he mumbled, his fingers clutching Feng Xiuyan’s robes, refusing to let go.

Feng Xiuyan understood immediately. He slowed his movements, gently patting Shen Youqing’s back while channeling spiritual energy into him to cool his body.

“It’s alright. You’ll feel better in a moment.” He lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to the top of Shen Youqing’s head, his voice so tender it could melt.

Shen Youqing shook his head, his nose brushing the fabric of the robes. As the scent calmed him, the heat receded. Only then did shame catch up to him. He refused to lift his head from the dragon’s chest. “Am I… a lot of trouble?”

Feng Xiuyan laughed softly, brushing stray hair from his forehead. “You are like this because of me. This is what I should do. I do not find it troublesome.”

In fact, he liked it. Besides, once they were married, it would be his duty as a male dragon to soothe his mate.

These words made Shen Youqing’s face heat up again, but he didn’t argue. He just stayed in those arms until his breathing was finally steady.