I Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder, Only to be Desired by the Dragon King - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Playing “Horsie”?? — Shen Youqing clutched his head in despair, wailing…

Shen Youqing was curled up on the bed, his fingertips tightly gripping the Sea-Calling Conch.

The heat triggered by the Dragon Saliva’s “love poison” surged from his limbs to his bones, making his cheeks flush a deep crimson. Drops of sweat slid down his jawline and disappeared into his collar; his consciousness was beginning to blur.

He stared at the pitch-black night sky outside the window, cursing Feng Xiuyan eight hundred times in his heart.

“Feng Xiuyan, you promise-breaking bastard! You said you’d be here in half an hour, and it’s been nearly an hour!” he hissed through gritted teeth. The restlessness felt like it was seeping out of the marrow of his bones, making his fingertips tremble.

Shen Youqing kicked out in frustration, causing the thin quilt to slide to the floor. His bare calves pressed against the cool mattress, and that brief sensation of coldness made him let out a comfortable sigh.

But a second later, a more violent wave of heat returned, crawling up his spine and forcing him to instinctively squeeze his legs together and curl into a ball.

“Damn it,” Shen Youqing cursed softly.

Dragon Saliva Gu was the most agonizing kind. Unlike ordinary aphrodisiacs that were fierce and sudden, it amplified a person’s psychological dependence on their mate to the extreme—his mind was now entirely filled with Feng Xiuyan.

The internal fire brought by the love poison flooded his senses. Shen Youqing clenched his jaw to suppress the soft whimpers in his throat, but the scalding urge was too much; broken, damp gasps eventually leaked through his teeth.

“Crap,” he cursed again, finally reaching a trembling hand downward.

In the dim room, only a sliver of moonlight filtered in. The sound of faint, ragged breathing drifted through the air, carrying the restraint and longing born of the poison. It was enough to make anyone’s ears burn.

His hair was soaked with sweat, sticking messily to his flushed face. His eyes were misty, filled with a hazy, unbearable wetness. Soft, tearful gasps escaped him, occasionally mixed with sticky, sweet whispers, calling “Feng Xiuyan” over and over again with an addictive craving.

When Feng Xiuyan pushed the door open, this was the sight that greeted him. He froze instantly.

The room was filled with a cloyingly sweet, ambiguous atmosphere, mixed with Shen Youqing’s unique youthful scent and that heart-stopping aroma of a mate’s desperate need for him.

The youth on the bed trembled violently at the sound. He sat up abruptly, grabbing the fallen quilt to hug it tightly against his chest like a startled cub, his back rigid, his eyes still clouded with lingering haze.

Tears had already blurred his vision, making it impossible to see the newcomer clearly, but his nose was instantly filled with that familiar scent of ambergris—crisp yet warm, the one scent that could make him feel safe.

“Ugh… Feng Xiuyan… why did you take so long…” Shen Youqing’s voice was thick with tears, sounding incredibly aggrieved. The physical torment had long ago overridden the embarrassment of being caught. “I’m… I’m dying here…”

He was like an addict who couldn’t quit; only Feng Xiuyan’s touch could alleviate this bone-deep heat and itch.

“I’m sorry, I kept you waiting.” Feng Xiuyan’s heart jolted. The cold fury he had felt at the Dragon Palace vanished instantly, replaced by heartache and urgency.

He appeared at the bedside in a flash, carefully reaching out to pull the trembling youth into a tight embrace. His palms could clearly feel the boy’s scorching skin and violent tremors.

Shen Youqing’s fingertips shook uncontrollably as he hooked them around the man’s shoulders, burying his hot face into the cool fabric of his robes. His voice was as soft as a marshmallow, carrying a hint of a plea: “Feng Xiuyan… touch me, okay?”

That soft, sticky voice was like a spark that instantly incinerated Feng Xiuyan’s rationality.

His ears were filled only with the thunderous pounding of his own heart. His gaze darkened inch by inch, and Adam’s apple bobbed with suppressed roughness as he whispered a low response: “Okay.”

His palms covered the boy’s sweat-slicked back, and a cooling dragon aura was slowly funneled into him. Feeling the person in his arms relax and sigh with satisfaction, Feng Xiuyan’s eyes were filled with nothing but overflowing tenderness—his Qingqing had suffered.

…

The Morning After

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the window.

Shen Youqing moved his fingers, feeling his whole body so limp it was ridiculous. He didn’t even have the strength to rub his eyes. It felt more exhausting than running five kilometers.

“Awake?” A familiar low laugh came from beside him, carrying the slight hoarseness of morning. A cool hand reached over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

Feng Xiuyan was already dressed in his traveling robes. The black fabric accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

“What’s wrong with me?” Shen Youqing grumbled with half-closed eyes, his voice rasping. “I feel like I spent the whole night planting rice in a field. My waist is sore and my legs are weak.”

Feng Xiuyan chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “The Gu has just been suppressed. I used my dragon breath to soothe your meridians so you could sleep soundly.” He helped the boy sit up and placed a soft pillow behind his back. “Are you hungry? The kitchen has sweet porridge, and those sugar cakes the kids wanted.”

At the mention of the “pups,” Shen Youqing snapped awake. As he prepared to toss the covers aside, Feng Xiuyan pressed his shoulder. “Drink some water first. You’re still weak.”

The word “weak” was like a lit firecracker in Shen Youqing’s brain.

His movements froze. The chaotic, blurry images of last night’s “Lust Gu” episode flooded back into his mind.

Damn it, that’s too humiliating!

Last night, he had lost his mind to that scorching heat. He had been like a piece of sticky candy, glued to Feng Xiuyan. He had pulled at the man’s robes, tilted his head up to seek his lips, and mumbled incoherent things like: Feng Xiuyan, touch me… Feng Xiuyan, I want to go to bed with you…

AAAH—All those shameful things, he had actually blurted them all out under the influence of the poison!!!!

The more he thought about it, the redder his face became, burning from his cheeks to his ear tips. He quickly looked away, not daring to meet Feng Xiuyan’s eyes. He had actually—actually almost pinned the most handsome Dragon King in existence to the bed and “done” him!

“What is it?” Feng Xiuyan saw him go rigid, his ears red enough to bleed. A playful glint appeared in his eyes as he leaned closer, his warm breath grazing the boy’s ear. “Thinking of something? Your face is so red.”

“No-Nothing!” Shen Youqing shoved the man’s face away, his voice shaking. “Water! Where’s my water? I’m thirsty!”

…

The “Horsie” Incident

Feng Xiuyan turned with a low laugh to fetch the cup. He knew exactly what the little guy was thinking.

Shen Youqing was still dazed until the cool rim of the cup touched his lips. He gulped the water down, trying to use the coldness to dampen the heat on his face. But when he looked up and met Feng Xiuyan’s smiling gaze, the temperature spiked again.

“What are you looking at!” Shen Youqing shook his fist at him with a fake-angry glare. With the redness still in his eyes, he didn’t look threatening at all; he looked like a bristling kitten.

“I was just remembering Qingqing last night…” Feng Xiuyan chuckled, intentionally trailing off. Before he could finish, Shen Youqing lunged at him and pinned him to the bed. The boy’s palms were hot, pressing against his chest with panicked strength.

“Ah! Shut up!” Shen Youqing’s face was fully cooked. This guy had already gotten the advantage, and now he dared to tease him? It was too much!

Just then, with a creak, the door was pushed open.

Shen Youqing and Feng Xiuyan froze. At this moment, Shen Youqing was straddling Feng Xiuyan’s lap/lower stomach, hands pinned to his chest, while Feng Xiuyan simply let himself be pressed down. They stayed in that position, motionless, as if the air had solidified.

“Qingqing, why aren’t you up yet…” Madam Shen’s voice stopped abruptly. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly covered the eyes of Little Black and Little Fu beside her, shouting, “Ah… Mother didn’t see anything! Carry on, carry on!”

She hurriedly pulled the two kids back while whispering loudly to herself, “I didn’t expect our Qingqing to be so fierce? Even daring to pin the Dragon King… Could it be that our Qingqing is actually the one on top?”

Shen Youqing: “…” I think my face could fry an egg right now.

“Grandma, why are you covering my eyes?” Little Fu pried her hand away and poked his head back, asking a soul-searching question: “Why is Daddy sitting on Father?”

Little Black immediately raised his hand to answer, looking like he knew everything. “I know! Daddy and Father must be playing horsie!”

“I want to play too!” Little Fu’s eyes lit up, tugging at Madam Shen’s sleeve.

Madam Shen’s face turned bright red at her grandsons’ antics. She covered their mouths. “Little kids aren’t allowed to ask! Come, Grandma will take you to the front yard to play on the wooden horses. It’s much more fun than playing ‘horsie’ here!”

“Yay!” The two kids cheered as they were dragged away.

The door closed, and the room fell silent again—but it was a silence thick enough with embarrassment to drown in.

Shen Youqing wanted to cry but had no tears. He had just wanted to cover Feng Xiuyan’s mouth, but his body was still weak, and his legs had given out, causing him to land right on top of the man. And of all people, the one who shouldn’t have seen it saw it all.

“Heh—” A very faint chuckle pulled him back.

Shen Youqing looked down and saw Feng Xiuyan looking at him, the laughter in his eyes nearly overflowing. He pushed off the man’s chest and retreated, fuming. “You’re still laughing! It’s all your fault, my mother misunderstood…” His reputation was in the trash!

Feng Xiuyan sat up and pulled the boy into his arms, his tone full of mock indulgence. “It’s fine. If Qingqing likes playing ‘horsie,’ I am willing to be your horse.”

“DON’T SAY ANOTHER WORD!” Shen Youqing roared, burying his face in his hands.

Feng Xiuyan couldn’t hold it back anymore; his hearty laughter filled the room.

Shen Youqing clutched his head in despair. “My reputation… my lifelong dignity… it’s all ruined!”