The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Seeing that Yu Qing seemed unable to believe his eyes, the boy leaned forward cautiously as if to confirm something, only to recoil as if struck by an electric shock. His small face fell back into a state of extreme unease.

It was a very strange reaction. Even if it were the first time seeing another man’s body, one shouldn’t make such an expression. Whatever Xi Yue had, it wasn’t as if he lacked it himself.

And that question—”Why do you look like that?” They were both men; did that even need to be asked?

But why did Yu Qing look like that? He looked like he’d seen a ghost, as if he were genuinely terrified. Such an exaggerated, over-the-top reaction made it hard not to overthink things.

“Yours… isn’t like this?”

“Mine…”

Yu Qing instinctively started to answer, but it was as if a sore spot had been stepped on. He exploded like a reactive cat in a defensive stance, his eyes wide and strained. “None of your business! Anyway, it doesn’t look like yours!”

With that one sentence, the atmosphere fell into a dead silence. Neither side spoke again.

The ten-minute mute countdown ended, and 556 was automatically released from its small dark room. 556 hadn’t expected to be greeted by such an explosive scene the moment it came out. It couldn’t help but shout: 【Holy sh*t! Isn’t Xi Yue the ‘Shou’? How is he so… 666 (impressive) down there?】

No one answered.

【Baby? My precious baby, are you there? Hello?】

Yu Qing finally snapped out of his daze: “So scary…”

556 explained slowly: 【This is a “Strong-Strong” novel written from Xi Yue’s perspective. His future achievements won’t be inferior to Shang Ling’s. After studying abroad, he becomes a world-class artist, breaking auction records; he’s a master focused on by art critics. Therefore, his “hardware configuration” has to keep up.】

556 added a subtle reminder: 【Besides, you have one too.】

“But I…”

Yu Qing’s shoulders shook, his cold and beautiful face clouded with fear. He didn’t know how to put it into words. This was a world apart from the reality he knew, a complete upheaval—as if his world had been split open by the shock.

With a hint of a sob in his voice, he whispered, “But mine doesn’t look like that.”

【Hurry up and get up. If you back up any further, you’ll fall off the bed. Let Xi Yue help you.】

Yu Qing glanced at Xi Yue again. His habitually cold, beautiful eyes were full of mist. He didn’t realize how this look of his was stimulating Xi Yue, only making the other man’s reaction even more intense.

Yu Qing bit his lip, and then, he actually cried. He was scared to tears.

Yu Qing had never looked at anyone else’s “parts,” nor had he ever intended to. His knowledge of romance between men and women was a total blank, let alone romance between men. Xi Yue was supposed to be the “Protagonist Shou”—he looked so fair and clean, yet down there he was so fierce and terrifying that it made Yu Qing question the meaning of life.

He felt ashamed. What was there to cry about?

Yu Qing had been protected extremely well. The education he received was romanticized and idealized; even the books he read were modified by professionals to remove dark realities and focus on beauty. His understanding of the human body came from classical masterpieces, especially ancient Greek works pursuing the “Ideal Beauty.”

To the ancient Greeks, small and delicate features paired with a fit body represented “beauty,” “wisdom,” and “elegance”—an aesthetic that influenced the Renaissance. Like Michelangelo’s David.

While he understood that artists might intentionally downsize features to pursue an ideal, because he himself was like that, Yu Qing never thought there was anything wrong with it. His lack of sexual knowledge combined with an overly idealized education made the Little Master exceptionally naive—even ignorant—in certain areas.

The bedroom lights were bright, illuminating the small figure huddled at the edge of the bed. Even though Xi Yue was technically the one “kidnapped,” looking at Yu Qing’s pale face and the pitiful way he was curled into a ball hugging his knees and silently crying, it looked as if he were the one being coerced.

Yu Qing felt humiliated that just a look at Xi Yue had scared him like this. Seeing Xi Yue still daring to stare at him, he opened his eyes wide and glared back: “What are you looking at? Hurry up and cover yourself with the blanket!”

He snapped in a fit of shame-induced rage, “Are you a pervert? You didn’t even leave your pants on. Do you—do you have an exhibitionist streak?!”

As he spoke, he accidentally caught a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have again. He hurried to move his gaze away, as if afraid of being contaminated by something filthy.

Xi Yue tried to move, but the dosage had been controlled perfectly; the drug was still in effect. He wasn’t angry at being wrongly accused; instead, he explained calmly, “I was injected with a drug. I can’t move.”

“The clothes were also taken off by someone else.”

It wasn’t just his clothes. He had been forced to undergo an incense treatment, had his leg hair removed, and had body lotion applied. His tone was as flat as his expression, as if the person injected with muscle relaxants and treated like a wild animal wasn’t himself.

Yu Qing dazed for a moment, then quickly realized the reason. Uncle Lin and Old Master Yu pampered him. Since the “sponsorship” of Xi Yue had been so troublesome, and he had brought a man home today only to insist on separate rooms, they must have thought Xi Yue was being ungrateful and refusing to submit.

Yu Qing was frail and precious; they naturally wouldn’t let him be the one on the bottom, so they started with Xi Yue. Fearing Xi Yue might resist and hurt Yu Qing, they drugged him. This way, Xi Yue could remain conscious while the Little Master could do whatever he wanted.

Truly thoughtful. Thoughtful my foot!

With Xi Yue placed here, where was he supposed to sleep? And why did they strip him? How was he supposed to sleep like this!

Yu Qing gradually calmed down. He turned his head away, refusing to look at Xi Yue, and crawled off the bed as slowly as a kitten. He remembered there were spare blankets in the cabinet.

He pulled out a neatly folded blanket. Because of his weak constitution, his frame wasn’t sturdy; he cradled the blanket—which was wider than his shoulders—and shuffled back to the bed. After that bit of exertion, the pampered Little Master was a bit out of breath. The moment the blanket hit the bed, he rested a hand on it and leaned over, panting softly.

Once he caught his breath, he raised his still-rosy face and climbed back onto the bed. This time his movements were quick. Using his thumb and index finger, he pinched the corner of the quilt near Xi Yue’s thigh and pulled it up as if granting a favor.

After covering Xi Yue, he crawled over to his side, propping himself up with both hands on Xi Yue’s chest to check if the quilt was straight. As he looked down, a stray hair from behind his ear fell, swaying gently against his face. Along with it came the faint fragrance of shower gel.

Xi Yue had been looking up at him, but Yu Qing was displeased by the stare. He covered Xi Yue’s eyes and said fiercely, “Don’t look at me!”

After the warning, he curled into his own fluffy blanket, rolling into a snow-white ball and clutching the corners of the quilt with both hands. The blanket covered most of his face, leaving only his glamorous, upturned eyes. He closed them, then snapped them open again, giving a bossy command: “You can sleep here, but you have to be quiet. If you wake me up, I’ll…”

“I’ll sleep with you (have sex with you)!”

Xi Yue: “…”

I wonder who was just scared to tears a moment ago.

Yu Qing felt this threat was exceptionally cruel. Xi Yue was the protagonist; being “slept with” by a cannon fodder like him must be humiliating and degrading.

As expected, Xi Yue fell silent. Yu Qing thought he’d won this round. He closed his eyes comfortably, his long, thick black lashes casting dense shadows beneath his eyes. He soon fell asleep, his breathing even and slow, echoing softly in the quiet room.

The one who couldn’t sleep was Xi Yue.

He had originally thought this was Yu Qing’s arrangement, or at least that he was aware of it. But looking at Yu Qing’s reaction, he seemed to know nothing.

But why? Yu Qing spent so much money to sponsor him; he must want something. Yu Qing was clearly not interested in him—he even seemed repulsed. If he had no feelings for him, why spend so much money?

While someone of Yu Qing’s status didn’t need a motive, Xi Yue was a cautious man. He didn’t believe things were this simple.

And then there was what just happened. Yu Qing was truly strange. On one hand, he threatened to “sleep with” him, yet on the other, he was so scared that he cried. Every man had one—why was Yu Qing’s reaction so huge? Was there really a need to be so surprised? Why that confused and terrified expression?

Could it be that his… really didn’t look like that?

Xi Yue looked at that cold, arrogant, pampered face. The boy’s fingernails were pink, and the tip of his nose had been rubbed into a healthy pink by the blanket.

Could it really be different from mine? It couldn’t be… pink, could it?

Xi Yue thought to himself, feeling the idea was absurd. How could a person be pink? But what if? Looking at that reaction, it seemed truly unbelievable to the boy. Otherwise, since they were both men, he wouldn’t have been scared to that extent, right?

Could someone really be pink even there? Or perhaps not pink, but just with very little pigmentation—very tender, like the rest of his skin, resembling the delicate, translucent flesh of a lychee?

Is it really pink?

No, he had to stop thinking about it. He had to find a chance to confirm it, or he wouldn’t be able to rest easy.