Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27.2

So, he really is in that line of work, right?

His calm, ripple-less heart felt as if it had been hit by a small stone, creating tiny ripples. Zhou Xinghui said, “If I hadn’t come, would you have just kept waiting here?”

“Yeah.” Fu Ling said righteously.

Zhou Xinghui said complexly, “What if I never came at all?”

Fu Ling: “Then I’d just keep waiting.”

He spoke so naturally and smoothly that it made Zhou Xinghui feel a bit at a loss. “…Isn’t it boring?”

Do fox spirits have nothing else to do besides sucking Yang energy?

“It’s not boring.” Fu Ling laughed cheerfully, revealing a pair of cute canine teeth.

“Whenever I think of you, I get so hard I can’t stand it!”

That hard, swollen, sore, and tart feeling was much more novel and fun than the previous ignorant and clueless sensations.

Looking at that sincere face that possessed such lethal beauty, and then hearing that wild yet slightly shy tone, Zhou Xinghui was instantly shocked and choked on his own saliva, coughing. “Cough, cough, cough…”

Fu Ling looked at him in confusion.

A fox spirit’s mating period is similar to what humans call “estrus.” Before this, foxes generally find a considerate partner and arrange in advance to spend it together. After most finish their mating period, they go their separate ways, and seeing each other again won’t be awkward.

But Fu Ling hadn’t picked a satisfactory one yet and didn’t know exactly how to resolve this mating period. He was miserable every day until he met Zhou Xinghui. Suddenly, Little Fu Ling had seemingly found an outlet for release.

Fu Ling had actually lied to the human. He followed behind Zhou Xinghui secretly every day, watching him work. Those thin clothes often couldn’t hide his full, impressive physique. The vigorous muscles gave Fu Ling a daily urge to madly suck his Yang energy.

He wanted to touch those chest muscles!

He wanted to f*ck his butt!

He wanted him to give birth to a litter of fox cubs!

Beasts in their mating period are just full of pornographic thoughts. Unfortunately, they were entirely masked by a face as beautiful as a flower and the moon. Fu Ling blinked his large eyes and patted Zhou Xinghui’s back. Waiting for him to recover, he asked unceremoniously:

“Can we go home and do ‘the business’ now?”

“N-no…” Zhou Xinghui waved his hands desperately, feeling his face burning with shame.

How could this fox spirit say such things so easily?

Fu Ling widened his eyes. “Why! Didn’t you just heroically save the beauty and buy me!”

He had even specifically led people over to bully him just for this!

Was Zhou Xinghui really that upright—not even wanting a fox spirit delivered to his door?

“I… no.” Zhou Xinghui didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth; the man who was just quite imposing had no idea where to put his hands or where to look when facing the fox spirit.

“I didn’t mean that. You can do whatever you want. I helped you, but not to possess you.”

Zhou Xinghui’s intention was upright and kind, but Fu Ling acted as if he had heard some unacceptable truth. “What!?”

A human saves a fox spirit who seduced him, and the purpose isn’t being greedy for the fox spirit’s beauty?

To a fox spirit, this was simply a monstrous insult!

If it were anyone else, Fu Ling wouldn’t care what they liked—he would have run off in a huff long ago. But now Zhou Xinghui was his mission target, and Fu Ling still had a scumbag’s task to do!

“What do you think I’m standing here for?” Fu Ling puffed out his cheeks. “I’m out here selling! If you won’t buy me, then go away. Don’t you dare affect my business.”

After speaking, regardless of Zhou Xinghui’s instantly tightening expression, he began to peddle in the empty alleyway: “Selling dick!”

The male fox spirit glanced at the human with eyes full of mist and continued to shout at the top of his lungs.

“Selling big and sweet dick—”

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

His face turned redder and redder. He quickly grabbed Fu Ling’s hand and gritted his teeth. “Stop shouting. I’ll take you back.”

Fu Ling’s expression changed instantly. “So you’ve agreed to buy my dick?”

…What the hell.

Fu Ling emphasized: “It’s big and sweet!”

Zhou Xinghui: “…That thing can’t even be stewed into soup… besides, whose… down there is sweet?”

“You can inspect the goods on the spot. If you don’t believe me, give it a try.”

Fu Ling was very generous and was about to prove it right then and there. His hands had just landed on his pants and he had only pulled them halfway down when Zhou Xinghui grabbed him.

The human was almost collapsing. “Stop! I believe you! I believe you!”

Fu Ling obediently stopped, gave a sweet smile, and while Zhou Xinghui wasn’t paying attention, quickly kissed him on the cheek.

With a “pop” sound, Zhou Xinghui stood dazed, clutching his face. He remembered he hadn’t washed his face yet, and it was covered in dust from the construction site, but the fox spirit didn’t care at all, smiling very enchantingly:

“Welcome to the service. No returns or exchanges.”

Fu Ling followed Zhou Xinghui to his home.

Zhou Xinghui lived in a village within the city, but the room was much larger than the place Fu Ling had lived in before, though it was still considered small. He didn’t mind. Seeing the large, worn-out sofa in the living room, his eyes lit up, and he lunged onto it, rolling around.

Zhou Xinghui was a bit embarrassed at first. He had no intention of dating for the time being, so the place he lived in was very low-spec. He originally thought Fu Ling would be disgusted, but instead, the fox wagged his tail excitedly:

“This sofa is even bigger than the bed I slept in before!”

Zhou Xinghui was stunned, his gaze suddenly becoming complex. “…You really haven’t had any other ‘sugar daddies’?”

Seeing the little fox spirit’s familiar and completely unconcerned attitude toward chastity, he thought…

“No, I don’t look highly upon anyone else.”

Fu Ling’s innocent gaze roamed non-innocently over Zhou Xinghui’s body, especially lingering on the outline of those large chest muscles and eight-pack abs. He licked his lower lip, hugged the worn-out throw pillow on the bed, and patted the sofa, urging:

“Hurry up and take a shower!”

Zhou Xinghui was also an adult and instantly understood the meaning in Fu Ling’s gaze and words. His expressionless face felt hot, almost scalding.

“I…” His lips moved slightly. “I never thought I would…”

“What, what? I can’t hear you.” Fu Ling acted shamelessly. “You said you’d buy me.”

Zhou Xinghui was silent for a while, then suddenly said seriously and solemnly: “I am a very traditional person.”

Therefore, he wouldn’t easily enter into a relationship.

And once a relationship began, it wouldn’t easily end.

Traditional?

Fu Ling tilted his head.

Oh, I get it. Turns out he likes traditional positions!

He also nodded seriously: “I understand!”

Fu Ling’s tail was already wagging in the air like a puppy’s propeller. Zhou Xinghui suspected he hadn’t heard clearly at all. “Do you really understand?”

“I know! I’ve been studying human knowledge for quite some time.” Fu Ling balled his fists. “I guarantee I’ll satisfy you!”

Zhou Xinghui pursed his lips, his ears also burning red, as he ran to the bathroom to shower as if escaping.

The sound of water pattered. Inside the small bathroom, Fu Ling’s words echoed in Zhou Xinghui’s mind. Transparent water droplets wound around the deep contours of his features, dripping from his chin.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth, looked to the side, and began to clean himself up.

Fu Ling said to System 005 in his mind:

“See, I told you it wouldn’t be a problem. I am a fox spirit, born with seductive bones. Seducing the protagonist shou is a piece of cake.”

“…” 005 was silent for a while. “Are you really going to mate with him?”

There was always a bad feeling.

It reminded it of the protagonist of the last world, who also said at first that they were only mating frequently with the mission target because of the task.

As for later.

The two were almost ready for a second child.

“Yeah. Since I have to stay by his side during this time, and I happen to be in my mating period, and he looks so handsome and ‘durable to f*ck,’ isn’t it just right?”

Fu Ling felt his plan was absolutely perfect.

005 suddenly let out a soulful sigh: “Good luck to you.”

Fu Ling was confused by its strange tone, but soon he didn’t need a brain anymore.

Zhou Xinghui came out of the bathroom.

He was wiping his wet, short hair, wrapped in a bath towel. The moment he saw Fu Ling, his thin lips pursed slightly.

He looked so soft, really good to kiss.

Such a thought surfaced in Fu Ling’s mind, and he openly stared at the pieces of beautiful and firm muscle on his body.

These were all developed through hard daily work; Zhou Xinghui was a very self-disciplined and industrious person.

Zhou Xinghui met Fu Ling’s high-spirited eyes and, inexplicably, his footsteps paused.

Fu Ling’s interested gaze made him shrink back a bit. He only now realized that he seemed to have truly invited an unknown spirit into his home.

Because he was a cute and innocent-looking fox spirit, he had subconsciously let down his guard.

“Come here, I’ll dry your hair.” Fu Ling said with a smile. The tail behind him moved to one side, clearing a space for him.

Zhou Xinghui lowered his eyelids, his body somewhat stiff as he walked over. He handed the towel to the other, feeling the other’s hands gently rubbing his head. The scent of geranium on the other’s body also drifted into his nose in faint glimpses.

He didn’t know if it was Zhou Xinghui’s illusion, but his hair dried exceptionally fast today.

Fu Ling didn’t have much patience, he secretly used fox fire to help Zhou Xinghui dry his hair. Then, he pulled the man and, before he could react, pried the human’s two long legs apart and pinned him to the bed. His eyes were bright:

“We can start now!”

Zhou Xinghui’s whole body was stiff. “Wait a moment… um…”

His mouth was blocked by Fu Ling.

The fox spirit kissed his mouth haphazardly, without much technique, relying entirely on a rush of recklessness.

Zhou Xinghui instinctively responded to him, and Fu Ling’s tongue instantly poked inside. Zhou Xinghui was kissed until his head tilted back, his mouth instantly filled with the sweet fragrance of the fox spirit.

“So sweet.” Fu Ling satisfy-edly sighed while kissing him. “The Yang energy smells so good… I like it so much…”

The two firm long legs were lifted. The fox’s fluffy white tail wickedly swept across Zhou Xinghui’s front. The soft fur pricked his skin. He shivered, and his eyes instantly turned red.

“N-no…”

Threatened by the ‘lethal weapon,’ he shook his head instinctively. Only then did he begin to clearly realize what was about to happen. His mind, which had been dazed by the fox spirit’s seduction, suddenly had a moment of clarity. Zhou Xinghui tearfully tried to crawl away but was dragged back without any leverage.

“Why are you suddenly afraid?” Fu Ling was a bit dissatisfied. Seeing Zhou Xinghui’s red and fearful eyes, the displeasure of being rejected in his heart quietly dissipated.

But he was miserable too.

Fu Ling thought for a while, then placed his large tail into Zhou Xinghui’s hand, letting him hold it. “Do you like it? You can hold it. My tail is the most beautiful in the fox tribe.”

There was quite a bit of pride in his words, containing the intent to show off to a partner. Zhou Xinghui looked at him, trembling as he pulled Fu Ling’s tail into his arms. The tip of the tail didn’t stay still, moving bit by bit, teasing him intentionally or unintentionally, yet he could only hold onto this one and only point of support.

Zhou Xinghui arched his neck. Fu Ling buried himself in the crook of his neck, sniffing the fragrance of the body wash on him, satisfy-edly saying: “So full…”

The human’s insteps were tensed, his body covered in sweat. His soul floated out in a daze. He heard the beautiful fox spirit rub against his ear and say in a sticky voice:

“Give me a litter of little foxes, okay?”

“Uh, no…”

Fu Ling actually did imagine that scene. He curled his lips and looked at Zhou Xinghui’s nearly collapsing face: “At that time, a bunch of little foxes will all have white tails, huddled in a ball like several big fur scarves, calling you Daddy. How cute.”

Zhou Xinghui shook his head desperately. The cold and hard-looking man was now crying even harder.

“Don’t you like little foxes?”

Fu Ling mischievously stuffed his tail into his mouth. Saliva made the fur wet, dripping from the corner of his cheek. Zhou Xinghui “wu wu” struggled, unable to speak complete words.

“Please… don’t say…”

Both knew this was of course just dirty talk. After all, how could a male fox and a man have little cubs?

Fu Ling actually felt a bit of pity. After all, just by saying it, the human became so ashamed, wrapping him even tighter. If this really happened, wouldn’t it be even cuter?

Just like this, after a while, Fu Ling found it hard to move a single inch.

Zhou Xinghui stared at the ceiling, his gaze hollow, his lower lip already bitten through by himself.

Fu Ling suddenly felt guilty. Knowing he had teased too hard, he softened his voice and acted spoiled, calling out a string of names: “Kiss, baby, wife, master… relax.”

He didn’t know which phrase it was, but it successfully made Zhou Xinghui let out a muffled groan. The whole man, like an uncontrollable beast, bounced upward. Fu Ling felt his tail being held tightly.

Then came the Yang energy—fresh Yang energy, overflowing completely.

So much!

After a while, taking advantage of Zhou Xinghui’s daze, Fu Ling tentatively lifted the hair stuck to his cheek, lowered his body, and whispered in a breathy voice to test: “Kiss?”

Zhou Xinghui shivered.

Fu Ling tested again: “Baby?”

Zhou Xinghui looked at him pleadingly with red eyes.

Fu Ling thought thoughtfully: “Wife?”

Zhou Xinghui reacted and began to struggle.

Why does everything have an effect on him?

So innocent.

Fu Ling felt he was so bad, but he couldn’t control himself, and didn’t want to control himself: “Master?”

Zhou Xinghui shivered violently, covering his mouth with both hands, gritting his teeth and shedding tears. The tall man in his arms was like paper soaked in water, almost about to break, and said almost piteously:

“I beg you… I beg you… don’t say it anymore…”