The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Yu Qing was dazed, his chin slightly tilted upward, his eyes brimming with a pool of clear water.

Only a moment ago they were kissing, and now Xi Yue was calling him “baby.”

When Shang Ling called him that before, he had felt nothing but rage, viewing it as a sarcastic provocation. But why was Xi Yue calling him that now?

Yu Qing’s brow furrowed. His neck truly had no strength left; his head tilted to the side, resting obediently in Xi Yue’s palm.

This unconscious air of silliness was intoxicating to Xi Yue. It sparked a morbid sense of gratification within him. He wanted to lean down and kiss Yu Qing again, but his mouth was suddenly covered by a soft hand.

“No more kissing!”

The Little Master in his arms had been kissed into a stupor. His mouth was still aching and numb; even speaking caused a throbbing pain in his oral cavity.

He felt aggrieved. When has this pampered Little Master ever been bullied like this?

Eager to vent his frustration, Yu Qing threatened fiercely, “If you kiss me again, I’ll… I’ll…”

“I’ll sleep with you!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Xi Yue’s calm expression faltered. His brows knitted slightly, and he looked at Yu Qing with an incredibly bizarre expression.

Yu Qing was quite proud of himself. Scared you, didn’t I!

He was convinced that Xi Yue’s willingness to kiss him was out of necessity—constrained by the contract and a fear of Yu Qing’s bad temper.

Thinking he had reclaimed the upper hand, Yu Qing wrapped his pale pink arms around Xi Yue’s neck, hanging limply off the taller man. Combined with his “fierce” threat, he possessed absolutely zero deterrent power.

Instead, it looked like a flirtatious seduction.

In truth, Xi Yue sometimes struggled to understand Yu Qing’s thought process. Yu Qing loved throwing tantrums, but his “spoiledness” carried a certain clingy quality. When he glared and tried to look menacing, he was actually at his most adorable.

Perhaps in Yu Qing’s own eyes, he was a beast baring its fangs. But in the eyes of others, he was no different from a cub whose teeth hadn’t even finished growing.

However, if Yu Qing wanted to see Xi Yue show weakness, Xi Yue would provide it. He cooperatively assumed a fragile posture, putting on a shy and attentive face: “Little Master… here?”

“You’ll be uncomfortable. Let’s go back to the hotel.” Xi Yue pecked the corner of his mouth. “We’ll ‘sleep’ when we get back to the hotel.”

This kiss was infinitely gentle, like a post-coital caress between lovers, filled with a coaxing tone.

What confused Yu Qing most were Xi Yue’s words. He froze for a moment, then a look of bewildered terror washed over him. He pushed at Xi Yue, resisting any more affection.

Unfortunately, Yu Qing couldn’t even stand steadily. The deep kisses from before had stolen his oxygen and his strength. Trembling, he hung off Xi Yue, only to have his lips captured and his mouth invaded once more.

Yu Qing tried to lift a shaking leg to kick Xi Yue, but it only made things easier for the man. Xi Yue supported his waist with one hand and his hip with the other, lifting him directly into his arms.

The moment he was picked up, Yu Qing was pressed firmly against the wall. The wall was rough and uneven, painted with a simple coat. Fearing it would hurt him, Xi Yue immediately placed his hand behind Yu Qing’s back to shield him.

“You’ve learned how to breathe, haven’t you?”

“Wha—what?”

Yu Qing’s knuckles were buried in Xi Yue’s hair. Because he was being held, his legs were tightly wrapped around Xi Yue’s waist. Hearing Xi Yue speak, he tilted his chin up like something broken, his hair messy, his face beautiful and disoriented.

Xi Yue only moved a fraction closer, and Yu Qing instinctively tightened his legs around the man’s waist. His usually arrogant eyes were now a watery mess, silently pleading.

He… he really didn’t want to kiss anymore!

But Yu Qing was a slave to his pride. He refused to beg for mercy, instead trembling as his panicked face tried to talk tough: “Is… is this all you’ve got? Are you ‘done’ already?”

Xi Yue stared at him for a moment and couldn’t help but laugh.

Earlier, Yu Qing didn’t know how to breathe through a kiss, but practice makes perfect. Yu Qing seemed a bit more familiar with it now. Xi Yue had intended to say that if Yu Qing knew how to breathe, he would be a bit more “excessive.”

But looking at the current situation, Yu Qing seemed to have reached his limit. Xi Yue didn’t want to push him too far.

He kissed Yu Qing’s cheek and hummed, “I’m done. The Little Master is the amazing one, being able to last this long.”

Seeing that Xi Yue had no intention of continuing the kiss, Yu Qing finally let out a sigh of relief. Yet his body remained limp; it was a hard feeling to describe. It felt as if his very bone marrow had been turned to mush by the kiss, melting into his blood. His head was heavy, his soul drifting, his senses reduced to the tingling numbness between his lips and teeth.

Xi Yue held him against the wall. The flashing neon signs overhead illuminated Yu Qing’s features with a lush, vivid beauty. His face was naturally cold and glamorous, usually carrying a feigned malice, but now, bullied into a wet, flushed state, he possessed a different kind of allure.

Xi Yue held him with one arm and reached out with his other hand to touch Yu Qing’s face. Yu Qing flinched at the gesture, clamping his mouth shut and staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

Xi Yue couldn’t help but smile. “Little Master, your hair is a mess.”

“Don’t touch me!” Yu Qing slapped away Xi Yue’s hand, fuming. “I’ll fix it myself.”

He wouldn’t even allow a touch now.

Xi Yue wasn’t angry at being slapped; instead, Yu Qing’s little temper tantrum put him in a jovial mood. He loved it when Yu Qing lost his temper; these small bursts of emotion were all adorable to him.

Just as a sliver of joy surfaced, he glimpsed a shadow moving by the side of the long staircase in his peripheral vision. Seeing Xi Yue look over, the shadow moved a few more inches and finally vanished behind the cover of the trees.

…

The “Audience” in the Dark

Xi Yue and Yu Qing were in a small alleyway, flanked by a KTV and a barbershop. The neon signs lit the upper area brightly. Further down were the long stairs, where the trees on both sides blotted out the sky. There were no streetlights there; it was only lit by the glow from above. Without a flashlight, it was hard to see what was happening below from the top.

But looking up from the bottom was a different story.

Xi Yue didn’t know who that person was, yet he was certain of their identity. The person had been watching for who knows how long and had yet to leave, hiding in the shadows like a sewer rat.

“Little Master,” Xi Yue suddenly called out. Yu Qing looked up. Xi Yue specifically raised his voice so the third person could hear. “This was my first kiss.”

Yu Qing: “?”

Didn’t he say he’d done it many times? How is this his first kiss?

In the next second, Yu Qing’s face ignited with fury again. No wonder it was so uncomfortable! He really had been tricked. Xi Yue wasn’t a veteran; he was a total rookie!

Before he could throw a fit, he heard Xi Yue ask in an expectant, lingering tone: “Will you take responsibility for me?”

Yu Qing’s mouth was still burning with a dull ache, and here was Xi Yue talking nonsense. Enraged, he shoved Xi Yue away, but his legs were so weak that he collapsed, kneeling onto the ground.

Xi Yue was a step too slow to catch him. By the time he helped Yu Qing up, tears were already falling.

“It hurts!”

Xi Yue supported Yu Qing’s arms, letting him lean against the wall while he checked his knees. Fortunately, the ground was relatively flat. There was no blood, just a slight scrape, but because Yu Qing was so pale, the red mark looked horrifyingly vivid.

The pinkish knees were covered in dust. Xi Yue’s eyes narrowed; he was heartbroken. He knelt before Yu Qing, took a wet wipe from his pocket, and carefully wiped away the dirt.

The moment his fingertips touched the skin, Yu Qing flinched. Left with no choice, Xi Yue grabbed his calf and had Yu Qing step onto his own thigh as he knelt on the ground.

Xi Yue didn’t even realize he was getting his own pants dirty. He focused on cleaning the skin until it was spotless. Even clean, the scrape remained. He stared at the wound, his brow furrowed, looking quite upset.

Xi Yue didn’t want to see Yu Qing hurt. While he liked leaving his own marks on Yu Qing, he didn’t enjoy seeing him in actual pain.

As Xi Yue stood up, Yu Qing lunged into his arms. Xi Yue froze as he felt a sharp bite on his shoulder.

“Liar! It wasn’t comfortable at all!” Yu Qing sobbed.

Xi Yue remained silent. He didn’t understand why Yu Qing found it uncomfortable; he himself had found it blissful. He assumed the feeling was mutual. But Xi Yue had clearly been overconfident and overestimated his skills.

Yu Qing continued to bite him, but soon his teeth felt sore. Because of the excessive kissing, his mouth and tongue were already numb; even biting with all his might wouldn’t draw blood.

“Pervert… pervert!” Yu Qing cursed.

Xi Yue let him curse, his palm patting Yu Qing’s lower back, slowly moving up to caress his shoulder blades.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s all my fault,” Xi Yue said, gently kissing Yu Qing’s earlobe. “Let’s go back. I’ll carry you, okay?”

Yu Qing was too angry to notice the change in address. He sniffled, his eyes still watery. Feeling embarrassed, he gave a soft huff and refused to speak. But he did climb onto Xi Yue’s back when the man knelt down.

…

The Performance for One

As they walked, Yu Qing grew drowsy on Xi Yue’s back. But as they descended the stairs, he felt a strange sensation. The stairs were uneven, and Xi Yue’s movements were slow. His strong palms supported Yu Qing’s hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Yu Qing’s “wound” on his chest was rubbing against Xi Yue’s back, and despite the cool night breeze, he felt a rising heat. As Xi Yue stepped off the last stair, Yu Qing suddenly tugged his hair and whispered in his ear, “Put me down.”

Xi Yue obeyed. The moment he was set down, Yu Qing hooked a finger into his and pulled him toward the shadow of some trees.

Yu Qing stood on his tiptoes and looked around, finding a perfect spot. A lush tree blocked most of the moonlight, and a black Maybach parked nearby obscured the view from the road.

Satisfied, Yu Qing beckoned Xi Yue closer. Yu Qing had recovered some of his strength; his mouth wasn’t as sore, and strangely, he found himself craving the sensation again.

He licked his lips. He didn’t understand his own psychology—it was painful while happening, but he wanted it when it stopped. Spoiled as he was, he never suppressed his desires. He tilted his pale face up and commanded coldly: “Kiss me.”

He frowned and added a condition: “Don’t be as forceful as before.”

Yu Qing thought that he had felt some pleasure, but Xi Yue had been too savage. If he were gentler, Yu Qing might like it more.

Xi Yue didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stared at Yu Qing with a very strange look. Then, he glanced at the car behind Yu Qing.

A Maybach. Just like Shang Ling’s.

When they passed by, Xi Yue checked the license plate. It was Shang Ling’s car.

Xi Yue didn’t know if Yu Qing knew whose car it was, but the request suggested he probably did. No wonder Yu Qing, who had been so resistant, suddenly dragged him here.

Is it to make Shang Ling see? To provoke his pride and possessiveness? Xi Yue didn’t mind being used, but the idea that Yu Qing’s physical closeness was solely to trigger a reaction from Shang Ling was hard to swallow.

Do you really like him that much?

Yu Qing lost patience. Just as he was about to blow up, his shoulder was pushed. He stumbled back against the car door and was immediately pinned as his lips were captured.

Xi Yue kissed him fiercely. It wasn’t gentle as requested; it was brutal, predatory, like a beast marking its mate.

Yu Qing’s soft inner cheek was sucked hard. His legs stiffened, his toes barely touching the ground. This kiss was even more intense than the first, yet Yu Qing undeniably felt a stronger surge of pleasure.

His soft arms instinctively wrapped around Xi Yue’s neck. This active participation chilled Xi Yue’s heart further, making his movements even more savage. He ground his teeth against Yu Qing’s lips, causing a tiny nick. Yu Qing tried to hide, but it only brought on more frantic sucking.

“Ah… mm…” All sounds were muffled, escaping only as kitten-like whimpers from his nose.

When Yu Qing was on the verge of passing out from lack of air, Xi Yue finally pulled back. A string of saliva connected their lips, trailing down Yu Qing’s chin.

Through his blurred, teary vision, Xi Yue kissed him again. This time, it was gentle, his tongue slowly tracing the walls of Yu Qing’s mouth.

But Yu Qing, having adapted to the painful pleasure of the savage kiss, wasn’t satisfied with this “tepid” affection. He mumbled through the exchange of saliva, “Deeper… more…”

“Little Master, didn’t you say it was uncomfortable?”

“Stop nagging!” He opened his eyes slightly, his chest heaving. He hooked a finger into Xi Yue’s collar. “Are you ‘done’ again? If you can’t do it, I’ll find someone else—”

“Mmgh…!”

In the next second, his mouth was filled. Xi Yue invaded his oral cavity like a battlefield. Yu Qing gripped his shoulders, feeling a mix of bliss and distress. He was starting to get the hang of it.

But it was too deep. He gave a small gag, like a reflexive wince from the intensity.

Xi Yue paused and looked at him deeply. Yu Qing was leaning back against the car; his hair was soaked with sweat, his face as vivid as a blooming begonia.

His eyes were pure, expressing only the most basic of desires. Xi Yue could see that he was enjoying the kiss. But Xi Yue felt like he was in an ice cellar. Is he enjoying it because Shang Ling is nearby?

Shang Ling. Why doesn’t he just die?

Xi Yue’s breathing quickened. He reached for Yu Qing’s waist, his fingers finding the waistband of his shorts.

“Little Master, does it feel good?”

Yu Qing’s face was beet red, his breath hitching.

Xi Yue smiled and leaned in, his nose brushing Yu Qing’s cheek. He licked away Yu Qing’s tears, making his face even messier. “Little Master, I can make you feel even better.”

His words were gentle, his pronunciation clear. But his eyes were ice-cold as they sliced toward the car window, as if he wanted to pierce the glass and tear the person inside to pieces.

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The Man in the Car

Inside the car, Shang Ling was paralyzed.

Half an hour ago, he had witnessed everything from the stairs like a voyeuristic stalker. He had heard Yu Qing ask, “Have you ever kissed anyone?” and “I don’t want to try with someone inexperienced.”

At that moment, Shang Ling felt like he was boiling alive. How can he say such things!

Then, he watched the kiss. He watched that beautiful face being cupped and partially obscured by another man.

Don’t… don’t kiss him.

Many times, Shang Ling almost charged out. He had never felt such intense negative emotion. His throat burned with rage, yet he couldn’t move. His limbs felt like lead.

He was forced to watch every second of it. He could see the tears at the corners of Yu Qing’s eyes and hear the small whimpers.

Shang Ling had fled to his car, parking in a corner to hide his shameful stalking. He sat there, his mind a chaotic mess. He was crying.

He had to admit it: Yu Qing really didn’t love him anymore. The clinginess Yu Qing once reserved for him could be given to anyone else now.

He had always ignored Yu Qing’s passion. Now that he realized his own feelings, he thought things would fall into place, but Yu Qing had already kicked him to the curb.

He had a “mental germaphobia.” He wanted a partner who was pure, whose firsts were all with him. But now, Yu Qing was kissing someone else—and doing it voluntarily.

…But he couldn’t let go.

In the dark, Shang Ling’s handsome face was a wreck. He was collapsing.

It’s okay. Yu Qing is young; it’s just a phase. He’ll come back to me eventually. He loved me for years; he can’t move on that easily. This is just a distraction.

He convinced himself. He cleared away all his previous standards for a partner. He didn’t care if Yu Qing had kissed someone else, or even slept with them. He was afraid of losing him more than anything.

It’s okay. As long as I stay pure… as long as I remain “whole” for our relationship… it doesn’t matter what Yu Qing does.

He sat in the car for a long time. Just as he was about to leave, Yu Qing and Xi Yue appeared again. They began kissing against his car.

His upbringing told him to look away, but he was transfixed. He watched the saliva, heard the wet sounds and the sweet whimpers.

He saw Yu Qing being lifted. He heard him ask for it to be deeper.

Shang Ling watched it all, his mind tearing between collapse and a strange, feverish excitement. He was hot.

When Yu Qing turned his face, his breath fogged the glass. His pale fingers clawed at the window.

Shang Ling reached out, his palm touching the glass where Yu Qing’s face was. He moved his hand slightly, carefully “wiping” the window so no dust would touch Yu Qing’s skin.

He looked like a dog begging for a scrap.

Outside, Xi Yue licked Yu Qing’s lips. Under Shang Ling’s devastated gaze, the hand on Yu Qing’s waist moved.

The buckle was undone. Then, long fingers quietly pried open the elastic.

Xi Yue kissed the corner of Yu Qing’s mouth and said, “Little Master, I’m going to make you feel even better.”