The Cold Side Character from a Male-Lead Novel is Pregnant - Chapter 25.1

Chen Kan leaned in, skipping any further preamble. When his lips met his, Yan Yu felt as if the world was spinning.

Strictly speaking, it was not much of a kiss; it was more like a forceful suction intended to alleviate the physical symptoms. Yet, it caused Yan Yu’s tense spine to suddenly soften. Yan Yu gasped for air and turned his face away. His posture looked like avoidance, yet it also seemed as if he were proactively offering his cheek into the warmth of Chen Kan’s palm.

Chen Kan asked him how he felt, but he did not answer.

Yan Yu’s chest heaved as he tilted his head back. On that beautiful, narrow face, his usually cold peach-blossom eyes were startlingly bright, currently shimmering with a watery glaze. As Chen Kan’s suckling grew heavier, Yan Yu closed his eyes as if he could no longer endure it. He pressed the back of his hand firmly over his eyelids, his knuckles turning white from the force and his lower lip bitten pale.

He looked like someone who could endure a great deal of rough handling, and he was remarkably easy to kiss. Watching this, Chen Kan’s movements did not stop, and his gaze darkened several shades.

After a while, he adjusted his position slightly. With one hand supporting Yan Yu’s sagging waist, he used the other to soothe the sharpest point of pain. His fingertips intentionally or unintentionally pressed against Yan Yu’s aching Tanzhong point. The moment Yan Yu let out a muffled groan of suppressed pain, Chen Kan’s low, husky voice dropped simultaneously.

“Kneel properly.”

Yan Yu’s waist was collapsing, making him difficult to kiss, so Chen Kan instinctively used a commanding tone. In the past, when they were dating, Yan Yu would usually hesitate for a moment upon hearing such words while deciding whether to be offended or to comply. But now, as soon as Chen Kan spoke, Yan Yu knelt upright almost immediately. His back was held straight, and he even proactively nudged himself forward as if providing a reward.

Caught off guard by this sudden thrust, the darkness in Chen Kan’s eyes deepened, and the hand holding him grew more forceful. He felt as though this lifetime was finally worth it.

Consequently, the following kisses became urgent and fierce, brooking no refusal. Yan Yu’s neck stretched into a fragile arc, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly as if he were in extreme pleasure. Seeing this, Chen Kan’s movements intensified abruptly. The subsequent kisses were no longer about relief for Yan Yu; they were an act of plunder.

His suckling was skillful. He pressed against Yan Yu’s most uncomfortable spot and kissed down heavily. His hands coordinated with massage techniques based on Traditional Chinese Medicine theory, while the other hand, which had been resting on Yan Yu’s waist, suddenly pulled him in tight. Then, he gripped Yan Yu’s supple thighs and gave a forceful wrench.

The world spun. Before Yan Yu could even react, he was flipped over and pinned into the sofa. Chen Kan’s tall frame followed, his sturdy and long body completely overshadowing him.

“Ngh!” Yan Yu let out a short, startled gasp. His cold eyes widened suddenly as he pushed futilely against Chen Kan’s shoulders. “Wait a moment.”

Trapped within his inner demon, Yan Yu’s memory was stuffed with fictional tropes. He seemingly defaulted to the idea that Chen Kan pinning him down meant something sexual was about to happen, so he pushed back in dissatisfaction. But that was not the case. Chen Kan simply wanted to change positions to make it easier for Yan Yu to relax.

Meanwhile, Chen Kan did not give Yan Yu another chance to speak. With one hand, he pinned Yan Yu’s fluttering wrists above his head. Then, he used his knee to forcefully pry apart Yan Yu’s legs, which were attempting to close. He let his full weight sink down, completely imprisoning Yan Yu beneath him. Then, he leaned down and began to suckle again.

Perhaps because of the previous experience, or perhaps because he felt Yan Yu should be used to it by now, Chen Kan did not bother slowing the pace this time. Without a moment of transition, the force of the suction was quite heavy. However, after the heavy kissing, Chen Kan’s teeth ground lightly against Yan Yu’s exceptionally sensitive skin. His tongue flicked out to give a sharp tug at that spot. Yan Yu’s body instinctively arched upward, only to be crushed back down firmly.

Yan Yu was in a daze. Chen Kan’s possessive treatment brought sharp pain, yet it surged into an even more overwhelming, shameful sense of relief, along with a bewildering feeling of love. It was as if something heavier than mere lust had settled between the two of them.

Yan Yu turned his face away. It felt nonsensical to him. Chen Kan was a tyrant drowned in desire, his head full of nothing but various ways to perform. How could he possibly feel love for him?

Thus, though Yan Yu’s entire body was flushed, his mind remained incredibly sharp as he analyzed the situation amidst the chaos, wanting to take the opportunity to test him.

“Chen Kan! Stop for a second.” He called out to Chen Kan in a small voice, like a kitten’s mewl, testing whether Chen Kan actually cared about his words.

As it turned out, while Chen Kan was gripping his waist and moving with focus, the sound of his swallowing was clearly audible from such a close distance. Yet the moment he heard Yan Yu call his name, he stopped instantly as if he had heard a safety word. Like a well-trained military dog, he possessed excellent self-management.

“Yes, what is wrong?” Chen Kan nonchalantly wiped the corner of his mouth, his voice dropping lower as he asked patiently, “Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

Yan Yu remained silent. To be honest, Yan Yu felt quite comfortable everywhere right now. But after a few futile struggles, he lowered his long, thick eyelashes and said to Chen Kan, “Stop doing it here. Let us go to your place.”

“My room? What is wrong with this room?”

“Nothing is wrong with this room. I just do not want to be here.”

Chen Kan did not move. Yan Yu then arched an eyebrow, pulling together his white shirt whose buttons had been torn open, and said with a slight touch of gravity, “What, am I still not worthy of entering your imperial bedchamber?”

Chen Kan was speechless. Only then did he remember that in the original novel, Survival Records of the Cold Prince Consort, the Lead Attacker was a gloomy, cautious tyrant who was constantly on guard against his political secrets being stolen. Consequently, every time he had sex with the protagonist, he would do it in all sorts of places, except his own bedchamber. Thus, the protagonist had always been curious about that room.

Chen Kan currently had no political secrets, but he did have personal territory. He really did not want to take Yan Yu to his room. After all, in his room, there was an adult toy sitting prominently on his nightstand, which he used very occasionally. The current Yan Yu might not understand, or even if he did, it might not matter, but the version of Yan Yu who would eventually wake up from this inner demon state was different.

Given Yan Yu’s cold personality, while he would not say anything, he would look at him with a knowing expression as if he were a man with insatiable desires. That was more painful than being scolded. But Chen Kan truly had no choice; after all, he had been celibate for years since he and Yan Yu broke up. Recently, he had been staying up all night researching the key chapters of the novel, reading them repeatedly to the point where he was running out of clean laundry. And since he had left for work in a hurry this morning, he had not changed last night’s bedsheets.

How could he take Yan Yu there?

“Let us just stay in the living room. We are almost done. Is this not fine?”

“Whether it is fine or not, why don’t you see for yourself?”

Yan Yu turned his head slightly, casting his gaze toward the living room floor behind Chen Kan. Following Yan Yu’s gaze, Chen Kan glimpsed a row of figures under the sofa. It was a row of kittens currently observing the strange behavior of the humans. The kittens scattered throughout the house had all been busy with their own business, but now they were sitting in a neat row, eyes clear and quiet, watching the two of them. Seeing the action stop, one even trotted over with a catwalk and let out a dainty, spoiled meow, acting like a little beggar.

Only the long-haired cat was hiding on the balcony, occupying the original dog bed area. Tucking its paws in and closing its eyes, it clearly found the scene too much to look at. Chen Kan withdrew his gaze, finally realizing why Yan Yu could not stand it. However, after thinking it over, Yan Yu’s room was currently housing a cage, so after weighing the options, he could only pick Yan Yu up and head to the bathroom.

“Let us go to the bathroom. Is that okay?”

The bathroom in their home was not large, and with the bathtub installed, it felt even more cramped. The upside was that after recent rearrangements, the current atmosphere was fairly clean, which was just enough for them to engage in their activities. So, while Chen Kan appeared to be asking for Yan Yu’s opinion, they effectively had no other choice. Chen Kan had already carried Yan Yu to the door. Yan Yu, held horizontally in his arms, saw his previously softened expression darken by several degrees again.

Chen Kan did not know what he was thinking. But ever since he refused to take Yan Yu to his own room and opted for the bathroom instead, Yan Yu had put on a grumpy face. His previously submissive attitude of letting Chen Kan do anything had done a complete 180-degree turn. It was like a cat owner trying to trim a cat’s claws; the moment they touch the sensitive paws, the previously cute face turns into a stream of curses.

Fortunately, Yan Yu only had a sour face. His cold gaze scanned him like gamma rays, but he did not physically resist. Chen Kan sighed, gently and considerately placing the dazed Yan Yu onto the newly installed shower stool. After adjusting the hot water temperature and filling the tub, Chen Kan knelt by the edge of the bathtub. His fingers undid the remaining buttons of Yan Yu’s shirt.

The soaked fabric slid off his shoulders, revealing Yan Yu’s flat, tight abdomen. Chen Kan’s eyes darkened. He did not look for long, turning instead to unfasten the buttons of Yan Yu’s trousers. As they slid down, his palm brushed against the outside of Yan Yu’s thigh. There, the full, supple curve was bound tightly by black shirt stays. The elastic straps bit deep into the flesh, pressing reddish lines into his snowy skin. The lower ends of the shirt stays were clipped to his socks, pushing the thigh meat into a plump arc that trembled slightly with his breath.

Chen Kan’s hand paused for a moment without continuing. Yan Yu tilted his head and instinctively reached out a finger, poking the side of Chen Kan’s head with moderate force and lightly pushing it away. His cold voice sounded a bit impatient. “Hurry up. Have you not seen enough?”

Chen Kan did not move further. His gaze turned deep and dark. Feeling impatient, Yan Yu tilted his head again and reached out to push him away, only to have his wrist caught mid-air in a firm grip. The strength with which Chen Kan held him was not light, and his palm was scalding, carrying a sense of total control. Not only did he not retreat, but he also leaned in closer by half an inch, his nose nearly brushing against the skin reddened by the straps. His breath was hot, blowing entirely against that sensitive area.

He lifted his eyes. His gaze was like a physical hook slowly raking over Yan Yu’s face. His Adam’s apple rolled heavily before he spoke. Every word sounded as if it were being ground between his teeth.

“If you do not want to be intimate, then stop teasing me.”

Yan Yu was startled. After the words fell, Chen Kan paused for a moment before letting go of his hand, using both arms to steadily lift him. He reverted to his gentlemanly posture and carefully lowered Yan Yu into the bathtub.

“How is the water temperature?” Chen Kan finally backed away temporarily, turning his head to check the temperature on the water heater.

“It is fine.”

“Then, are you washing up, or shall we continue first?”

Yan Yu seemed a bit provoked by Chen Kan’s earlier remark. He lifted his face coldly, leaving only his flushed cheeks, moist eyes, and lips reddened from being bitten. After a long recovery, he sneered coldly. “There is still one side that has not been tended to. What do you think?”

Chen Kan understood and said no more. He turned to unbutton his own suit, neatly shedding his shirt. Under the warm yellow light, the steam billowed, and a thin sheen of moisture covered his skin. Chen Kan’s physique was exceptionally clear in the haze. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and clean, defined chest muscles. His tight abdomen and eight-pack abs constricted slightly as he leaned over, partially submerging into the water.

Still mindful of Yan Yu’s body and emotions, Chen Kan did not immediately resume the kissing. He knelt beside Yan Yu, adjusting his posture so Yan Yu could lean comfortably without sliding into the water. He turned the water temperature up a bit more. The hot water made Yan Yu’s skin flush slightly, and his tense nerves relaxed, but the spots on his body that had been kissed until they were swollen felt slightly cool in the air.

Chen Kan already had a physical reaction and did not quite dare to look. So, he simply draped his arm across Yan Yu’s chest to hold him steady. His palm was flush against the skin of his ribs, and his warmth transferred through the water. Chen Kan spoke softly, his voice a bit blurry in the steam.

“Lean back and stay steady.”

Then he lowered his head again, finding the side that had been neglected before to finish the task. Yan Yu tilted his head back, his throat swallowing twice, no longer protesting or stifling his sounds. He simply leaned back in Chen Kan’s arms with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slightly with the movements.

Chen Kan acted even more like a professional doctor than in recent days. His palm supported him, and his thumb unconsciously rubbed the aching skin while he gave commands on how to move with overbearing authority. The sound of the water drowned out some of the more embarrassing noises, yet it made the sensations even clearer.

“Lift your waist a little. Open up more. Do not move.” He then asked, “How does this feel? Sharp pain or an aching bloat? Feel it; is there still more inside?”

Initially, Yan Yu forced himself to cooperate with the questioning, but eventually, he could not be bothered to answer. He did not know what he was thinking, daring to defy a cold-blooded tyrant, but he instinctively delivered a rap on the head to Chen Kan, hitting him with moderate force.

“Do you have to talk so much? Can even eating not shut your mouth?”

Chen Kan replied, “I am afraid you are uncomfortable.”

“It has been many years. Why act so considerate now?” Yan Yu’s brow was coldly locked, and his tone was irritable. Every sound was kept behind his teeth, and his breath was short and clearly audible in the narrow bathroom. Chen Kan had no way of dealing with him, so he could only carefully massage him while trying his best not to get distracted or have an impolite reaction to his ex-boyfriend.

As Chen Kan’s mind wandered, he thought back to three years ago. Back then, when they first got together, they shared a nearly brutal physiological attraction. They were both young and dared to try anything. So, this truly was not the first time he had treated Yan Yu like this. When they were dating, they had various sessions every two or three days and had used all sorts of accessories. So Yan Yu was not wrong; there really was no need for such excessive caution.

But then again, even if they had played before, he had never truly experienced anything like this. It truly could not be compared. And since Yan Yu broke up with him, he had been very deliberately keeping his distance. His whole persona had become colder than before, as if they really were just strangers in the same workplace. Even when he asked for help, it was done reluctantly.

For example, during the last inner demon episode, Yan Yu had only instinctively guided his hand into the blanket. Once he regained clarity, he felt ashamed for a long time, even clumsily pretending to have amnesia. So this time, he estimated that once Yan Yu wakes up, he will try every possible way to run away again.

What should he do?

While Chen Kan continued his meticulous movements, he let his mind wander. If he and Yan Yu could truly return to their former relationship, even if it remained a bit estranged or a front on the surface, Yan Yu might not feel too humiliated when he woke up from the inner demon. After all, it could not be denied that the boundaries between their bodies were already extremely blurred. They arguably knew each other’s bodies better than their own.

So, today’s event might become more like reliving an old dream. Moreover, when Yan Yu was lucid, he had already promised to pursue him again. If they could improve their relationship while he was in this inner demon state, it might be more beneficial for discovering what exactly Yan Yu’s inner demon was.

Chen Kan accumulated reasons in his heart one by one until he finally convinced himself. So, he used his free hand to stroke Yan Yu’s cheek, his thumb forcefully wiping away the moisture at the corner of his eye. After a long while, Chen Kan finally figured out how to speak, softly calling out, “Yan Yu.”

It was incredibly gentle. Yan Yu lazily lifted his eyelids. “Yes?”

He heard Chen Kan ask, “You said before that you were going to pursue me again. Do you still remember that?”

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