The Little Crybaby Continues to Court Death as a Cannon Fodder - Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Yu Qing froze completely, his breath seemingly on pause. He stared straight ahead, transfixed, while Cang He showed no intention of stopping.

Caught between sheer terror of discovery and the unrelenting sensations, the little Prince’s face flushed a deep crimson, and tears spilled uncontrollably from his eyes.

Hua Jingshi’s hand remained clamped around his ankle, unmoving. Yu Qing reasoned that if the man had truly awakened, he would have cast aside the silk quilt covering his face, rather than simply reaching out to grasp his foot.

While Yu Qing was paralyzed by fear, Cang He was exceptionally devoted to his “task,” acting as if he wanted to lose himself entirely in the act.

Both shamed and exasperated, Yu Qing reached out to push the shadow guard’s head away. He didn’t expect Cang He to refuse to let go; his teeth caught a small piece of tender flesh, pulling it taut before letting it snap back slowly.

A mixture of pain and numbness, like an electric current, surged through his body, making his scalp tingle. He looked down in a daze to find his skin marred by several damp, distinct tooth marks. It was clear just how much force Cang He was using.

Us specifically said no biting!

The defiant Prince pulled his lips into an angry pout. He looked up coldly, ready to reprimand the guard, when a wet, coarse sensation rasped against his ankle.

The bone of his ankle felt as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. The excessive roughness triggered a violent reflex; his whole body jerked, and he collapsed limply onto the couch.

His cheek pressed against his own pink-tinged arm, pushing up a bundle of soft cheek-flesh and causing his small mouth to pout into a tender, red O-shape.

“Is… is he awake yet?” the Prince whispered in a fragmented, airy voice.

Yu Qing couldn’t be sure. Although Hua Jingshi made no sound, the large hand beneath the quilt was very much alive. Even as he spoke, his small frame slid across the couch, and his foot landed in a region of strangely high temperature.

He didn’t even look back. He simply lay flat on the couch alongside the Prince to continue his work more easily. He checked and probed with slow, damp fingers; each time he pulled away, he encountered a lingering resistance, as if the flesh were loath to let him go.

“Your Highness, you seem to be in distress,” Cang He murmured. “This subordinate is willing to share your burden.”

Yu Qing’s mind went blank. His eyelashes fluttered and then lowered, veiling his moist eyes. He lay obediently on his arm, one foot still hidden beneath the quilt, while Cang He meticulously tidied the remaining mess. Save for the occasional moan that sounded like a sleep-talker’s whimper, the little Prince was incredibly submissive.

Once the air beneath the quilt grew heavy with moisture, the “sleeping” Hua Jingshi finally let out a muffled groan, as if he were about to wake.

Terrified, Yu Qing arched his back, silently urging Cang He to leave quickly so they wouldn’t be caught. He didn’t realize that this movement only delivered him more fully into Cang He’s reach. Cang He took a final, lingering taste before lifting his head, his handsome face damp and flushed.

Obeying the command, the shadow guard vanished.

Yu Qing scrambled to dive back under the covers, but his own quilt had been tossed aside by Cang He and was currently draped over Hua Jingshi’s face.

He glanced down at himself—he was a mess. Hardly an inch of him was untouched. Though the leaking had stopped, the peaks of his chest were pitifully swollen from being repeatedly pulled and kneaded, looking a vivid, blood-red color.

He hurriedly pulled Hua Jingshi’s thin blanket over himself. His feet felt damp from some unknown source, and the trapped heat under the blanket made his skin feel uncomfortably tacky.

As he shifted his shoulders in discomfort, his back pressed against a searingly hot embrace. Yu Qing stiffened and squeezed his eyes shut, feigning sleep.

He didn’t know if Hua Jingshi was truly awake. After that one groan, the man had been silent. Because of his “guilty” conscience, Yu Qing’s mind raced through the previous events. He had been quiet, right? He couldn’t have woken him…

While he continued his charade, Hua Jingshi seemed to stay asleep. However, for a man with “good sleep hygiene,” his inner robes had somehow become completely disarrayed. He was now holding the Prince from behind with absolutely no barriers between them.

The hot air of the man’s breath puffed against the back of his neck. Yu Qing struggled to suppress the shivers and the whimpers threatening to spill out. Suddenly, Hua Jingshi tightened his grip, pulling him firmly into his chest.

“Mngh—!”

Yu Qing’s eyes flew open in shock. His muscles tensed as he tried to look back at the man’s face. Hua Jingshi’s eyes were tightly shut, his expression blank. Aside from slightly flushed skin, there was no sign of consciousness.

Is he… still asleep? But… how can he do… that… while sleeping?

“Ah…”

The Prince’s expression turned to one of horror. He covered his mouth with his hand, trembling with a mix of anger and bewilderment.

The man behind him suddenly went quiet again, as if he had drifted back into a deep slumber, completely unaware of the “wicked” thing he had just done. Yu Qing listened cautiously to the man’s steady breathing. Once he was sure it was stable, he began to edge his way out of the embrace.

It wasn’t easy. Because Cang He had “prepared” the way, Hua Jingshi had achieved his goal with effortless ease.

Yu Qing’s face was beet-red, his lashes fluttering with indignation. He tried to move away, but the slower he went, the tighter he pursed his lips in fear of discovery. Just as he reached the edge, his strength failed him. He lowered his head and took shallow breaths. But before he could finish his escape, the arm across his belly tightened, pinning him back into the embrace.

All his efforts were for naught.

At that moment, the little Prince couldn’t help but cry. The intense emotional surge and a strange sense of breathlessness made his vision go white. His eyes, nose, and mouth were all red, and his soft, intermittent sobs were heart-wrenchingly pitiful. Fearing he would wake Hua Jingshi, he stuffed his hand into his mouth, his shoulders shaking as he shielded his small belly, weeping silently.

Unfortunately, the little Prince had never learned to endure hardship. Eventually, he couldn’t hold back his cries any longer.

…

In the middle of the night, Yu Qing needed the latrine. Not wanting to disturb anyone, he tried to sneak out of bed.

This time, Hua Jingshi actually woke up.

Halfway through his exit, the Prince was pulled back. Hua Jingshi’s voice was raspy and full of dependence. “Your Highness… Jingshi just dreamed of you.”

Yu Qing, heart pounding with a thief’s guilt, was both startled and relieved. So he really wasn’t awake back then. But Hua Jingshi was still holding him, and it was uncomfortable.

“Is that so? What dream?”

“I dreamed…”

Hua Jingshi suddenly paused, a strange look crossing his face. Like a sleepwalker, he reached out to touch something, then pulled back as if burned. He hugged the Prince tight, then slowly loosened his grip, burying his face in the Prince’s warm neck, inhaling the sweet, milky scent.

“That wasn’t a dream?” Hua Jingshi’s voice was a mix of surprise and terror. “Your Highness, Jingshi did not intend to offend… I truly didn’t know… I don’t know why… how…”

He trailed off, his voice trembling with a well-practiced blend of fear and shyness.

Yu Qing’s waist was aching. He had intended to settle the score with Hua Jingshi, but seeing the man so “terrified,” he adopted a magnanimous tone. “It’s a small matter. Besides, you were… just like that. Us was also sleeping and didn’t wake up at all. I don’t feel much now, so don’t blame yourself.”

Hua Jingshi was silent for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. “Is that so, Your Highness? I am sorry I could not satisfy you. Jingshi will work harder to learn…”

“Stop talking!” The Prince’s face was burning. “We need to use the latrine!”

He was desperate, but Hua Jingshi wouldn’t let go. Taking advantage of the man’s momentary daze, Yu Qing slipped out of his arms like a fish.

As they separated, a wet, muffled sound echoed in the quiet night. A rhythmic pitter-patter like raindrops hit the floor. The moment the Prince’s toes touched the carpet, he realized his legs were completely numb. His face went pale, and with a thud, he collapsed onto his knees on the rug.

His head bowed to the floor, his body forming a curved line that emphasized his soft, rounded curves.

Hua Jingshi stared at the little Prince on the rug. His gaze was locked onto the mottled pink skin and the narrow, slightly parted area—opened by him—that was now exposed by the Prince’s kneeling posture.

He hadn’t had time to clean up, and the Prince had been in too much of a hurry. Thus, he could clearly see the traces of his own presence as they flowed and shimmered in the light.