The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 18

The man’s breath suddenly became scorching hot. He gazed at the face of the person in his arms, cheeks pale with a faint pink, lashes damp, and couldn’t resist wanting to kiss those enticing lips.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Shen Yanzhou turned his head away.

The man’s kiss landed on empty air, brushing past his cheek and burying itself in the soft pillow.

“Thirty million, I don’t want to kiss you.”

“Just get on with it.”

The man’s eyes showed some hurt, and he replied sullenly, “Alright, whatever the master says.”

He obediently turned his head, and his burning lips fell on Shen Yanzhou’s sensitive earlobe. He kissed with extreme patience, making Shen Yanzhou feel both tingly and itchy, occasionally grazing with his teeth.

Shen Yanzhou tried to dodge, but his wrist was caught by the man’s large hand.

The man guided his fragile hand to stroke his own sharply defined cheek. “Master, touch me too, will you?”

“No, just hurry up and hold me.”

“Right away.”

The man’s kisses grew increasingly fervent. Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, he mischievously extended his rough tongue, licking at the rim, completely different from what one might imagine. The man was extremely skilled, scratching and teasing, then wrapping around with broad, powerful movements, sucking, his tongue driving in without warning.

Shen Yanzhou couldn’t suppress the sounds escaping him, his waist arching up, fingers digging fiercely into the man’s hair.

This borderline teasing was far more addictive than actual sex.

But it wasn’t enough, nowhere near enough.

This scratching-the-surface comfort not only failed to relieve the heat inside him, but instead burned away all his reason.

Shen Yanzhou was in such agony he felt like tearing the man’s scalp off. He kneed the man’s shoulder hard.

“I told you, just give it to me now.”

The man suddenly smiled. He held the person in his arms, lips pressing against his sweat-damp temple, his voice low and magnetic, seductive: “So, is it here?”

He rubbed mischievously, his tone innocent and pure, as if he were truly a good student humbly seeking guidance:

“Master, is it here? Or did I find the wrong spot?”

“You…”

Shen Yanzhou’s face turned red from holding back. He wanted to make this dog shut up, but what came out when he opened his mouth was distorted panting. Clearly this dog was taught by him, so why was it even better at this than him? Where on earth did it learn all this?

He absolutely could not make a sound in front of this bought dog.

He bit down hard on his lower lip, his teeth sinking into the full, rosy flesh, with such force he nearly bit through the thin lips, drawing blood. He turned his head away, the corners of his eyes already glistening with tears from the torment of desire, yet his expression remained haughty and above it all.

So beautiful.

How could such beauty be allowed to be seen by others?

The man looked at his nearly bitten-through lips, the darkness in his eyes thick and indissoluble.

“Loosen your bite.”

He extended a rough thumb, forcefully wedging it between Shen Yanzhou’s teeth, rescuing the abused flesh, his fingertip rubbing sensually over it.

“Master, don’t bite your lips, they’ll break.”

The man turned sideways, offering his broad, firm shoulder to Shen Yanzhou’s mouth.

“Bite me.”

“If the master feels uncomfortable, feels pain… bite my shoulder,” he coaxed.

Shen Yanzhou was already driven to delirium by his torment. He opened his mouth and, following instinct, bit down hard on the man’s solid shoulder, until he drew blood.

Yet the fire burning in the man’s eyes only grew stronger, and he held him even tighter.

“Master, treat it as a dream.”

“In dreams, you don’t have to worry about anything, just let go of your desires.”

“Then, just give yourself completely to me.”

The storm over Victoria Harbour raged on endlessly. Inside the master bedroom of 7 Repulse Bay, the dim wall lamps flickered throughout the night.

A beast that had just tasted sweetness, how could it be willing to stop easily? Shen Yanzhou was shattered by the man’s scorching embrace, then pieced back together, again and again, until even the strength to cry out was drained from him, before he fell into a deep sleep in the rich scent of cedar…

The man leaned against the headboard, bare-chested, gazing greedily at the sleeping person beside him.

Shen Yanzhou was truly exhausted. His silver hair lay tangled on the dark grey pillow, revealing traces of varying depths.

The man extended a finger, tracing his outline in the air, from brow bone to nose bridge, finally stopping at his lips.

Last night, no matter how he coaxed or seduced, Shen Yanzhou had stubbornly refused to kiss him.

“Is it because I’m not your type? So you hate kissing me that much?”

“But I really, really want to kiss you.”

Knowing that the already fast-asleep Shen Yanzhou couldn’t possibly answer his question, he still couldn’t help talking to himself.

He reluctantly extracted himself from the warm covers, picked up a bath towel from the floor and wrapped it casually around his waist, walking barefoot to the balcony. From an extremely hidden spot, he pulled out an old-fashioned mobile phone and dialed Jiang Xu’s number.

“Boss.”

“Mm, it’s me.”

“Boss, this move was absolutely brilliant! Things on the Kowloon Walled City side went pretty smoothly. Fu Sihan really took a massive hit.”

“Be specific.” The man tapped out a cigarette from the pack, lowered his head and held it between his lips. He didn’t particularly like smoking; he only did it to suppress the craving for Shen Yanzhou’s sweet pheromones rising from the back of his tongue.

“As the boss guessed, Fu Sihan is indeed in league with the United Association.” “Today, our mole A Ran, planted in the United Association, caused trouble in the underground of the Walled City according to your orders.”

Jiang Xu described it vividly, as if he had been there in person:

“A Ran that little rascal is quite the actor too. He deliberately dumped that batch of high-grade goods just shipped in from the Golden Triangle (highly concentrated addictive suppressants) right in front of several hall elders, claiming they were damp, substandard goods, and poured them straight down the sewer! That was goods worth several million! Those old bastards exploded on the spot, grabbing machetes ready to chop A Ran to pieces.”

The man listened, the corner of his mouth rising slightly.

Though his gaze rested on the distant harbour surface, his focus seemed to pierce through time and space, returning to the joyful bed from moments ago.

He savored Shen Yanzhou’s expression, savored how they had entangled like conjoined twins.

“Continue.” Thinking of this, the man’s voice grew somewhat hoarse.

Jiang Xu didn’t notice his boss’s distraction and continued reporting:

“Once the United Association side was in chaos, that idiot Lei Hu couldn’t hold the fort at all, and had to call Fu Sihan for help.”

“As soon as he stepped into the Kowloon Walled City, our hidden backup moved.”

“Inspector Li from the West Kowloon Serious Crimes Unit received our anonymous tip, saying there was a mass armed fight in the Walled City, involving large-scale illegal suppressant transactions. Fu Sihan’s front foot had just stepped into that basement when dozens of police officers surrounded the entire block with his back foot.”

“Tonight… tsk tsk tsk.” Jiang Xu exclaimed, “Police sirens blared all night. Although Fu Sihan wasn’t taken away on the spot, several of his hidden transfer warehouses deep in the Walled City were raided! Even his account books with the United Association were seized by the police.”

“Now the whole underworld is talking, saying that the Fu family’s eldest young master is incompetent, that he just returned from abroad and lost the old men’s life savings. I estimate the Fu Group’s stock price will drop at opening tomorrow.”

“This time the old man will probably be furious, and then he’ll start missing how good the boss was.”

“What about those two twins, were they sent abroad?” the man asked.

“Following the boss’s orders, they were safely sent out long ago. Not only can Fu Sihan not find them, but even Young Master Shen won’t be able to find them, and will never think this was the boss’s doing.”

The man listened to news that could shake Hong Kong’s business world, yet his expression showed no fluctuation whatsoever.

His mind was completely elsewhere, not on those dramatic stock prices.

He turned his head slightly, feeling the wind blow across his bare shoulder.

There, two rows of deep purple teeth marks burned with pain, reminding him how real tonight’s crazy sex had been.

“How long was Fu Sihan kept at the police station?” the man suddenly asked an unrelated question.

“Huh?” Jiang Xu was stunned for a moment, flipping through the intelligence in his hand. “About… four hours? He was bailed out by his lawyer at two in the morning.”

Four hours.

Exactly the time from when he carried Shen Yanzhou to bed, until Shen Yanzhou finally cried and begged for mercy before passing out.

During these four hours.

Fu Sihan sat in a dim, damp interrogation room, facing harsh desk lamps and police questioning, utterly distressed and disheveled.

While he, Fu Sizhou. lay in a warm, luxurious bedroom, holding Fu Sihan’s nominal fiancé, making love frantically.

The man couldn’t help but smile lightly.

He recalled when Shen Yanzhou couldn’t take his torment anymore, his eyes brimming with physiological tears.

He knew that Shen Yanzhou didn’t like him, but when they were doing that kind of thing, his eyes held only him.

His body was hot and soft, clinging to him and refusing to let go.

And that maddening sense of envelopment…

The man’s fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he could still smell the lingering scent of cedar and white rose in the air.

“Boss? What are you laughing at?”

“Fu Sihan’s misfortune, and you’re this happy?”

“It has nothing to do with him.”

The man opened his eyes, and in those pitch-black pupils there was only pleasure:

“I’m laughing because… these four hours were truly worth it.”

“Right, there’s one more thing.” Jiang Xu’s tone grew serious. “Although we cut off Fu Sihan’s supply line in the Walled City this time, he still holds that Southeast Asian route. That old fox Lai Ye is wavering now. Although he’s afraid of trouble, he’s even more greedy for money.”

“To recover his losses, Fu Sihan will definitely pressure the Shen family to open that customs-exempt shipping route. If Young Master Shen refuses… I’m afraid he’ll do something desperate and harm Young Master Shen.”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

“You don’t need to worry about the shipping route.”

“If Fu Sihan loses the old man’s support, he urgently needs to recover capital. If he wants to move that special cargo, he must use the Shen family’s ships.”

“Young Master Shen can’t be persuaded here, so leak some information to Fu Sihan’s men, let them go find Mr. Shen’s useless younger brother, Shen Xiuming.”

“As for Shen Xiuming, find a way to leak some information to him too, let him lease the shipping route to Fu Sihan. Send someone to offer Shen Xiuming double the price, but Fu Sihan’s goods must be transferred in international waters.”

“International waters?” Jiang Xu exclaimed. “Boss, you want to… in international waters…”

“Black eats black.” The man coldly spat out three words.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, boss.”

The man couldn’t wait anymore, because he had thought of Shen Yanzhou’s murmuring voice in his arms.

That voice was soft and weak, like a cat’s paw, lightly scratching at the tip of his heart.

The fire he had just suppressed flared up again.

He found this blood-soaked, scheming phone call rather dull. Compared to discussing with Jiang Xu how to bring down Fu Sihan, he now wanted to return to that bed.

Return to that warm covers, holding that person whose body was covered in his bite marks and scent.

Or… while he was still asleep, secretly do something else.

“Alright, handle the rest yourself.”

The man interrupted Jiang Xu’s chatter somewhat impatiently. “Don’t call if there’s nothing important, it affects me doing serious business.”

“Serious business? Boss, are you going to personally check out Lai San’s territory?”

“No.”

“I’m going to…” The man hung up before finishing his sentence. The two words he didn’t say were:

Keeping the bed warm.

He turned off the phone, threw it back to its original spot, and nimbly pulled out a bottle of deodorizing spray from his pocket to mask the unpleasant smell of tobacco.

After doing all this, he lightened his footsteps and re-entered the bedroom.

Shen Yanzhou was probably hot, having kicked off the covers, revealing his slender neck and beautiful collarbones, covered densely in kiss marks.

“Mm…” Shen Yanzhou in his sleep seemed to sense the heat source beside him, instinctively nuzzling closer, like a small animal seeking warmth, burrowing fuzzily into his arms.

Endless tenderness and madness welled up in the man’s eyes. He lifted a corner of the covers and held him, doing it again and again.

Shen Yanzhou woke when Typhoon Signal Number Eight was passing through.

His whole body ached. He struggled with extreme difficulty to pry open his heavy eyelids, but what greeted him was a dark grey pillow.

Lying face down?

He was actually sleeping face down?

He had known since childhood that sleeping face down easily compresses the heart, and the sleeping posture is extremely ungraceful. Even when sleeping, his posture was properly lying flat on his back.

Unless…

Unless there were certain special reasons that made it impossible for him to lie flat.

He remembered that yesterday his fiancé had returned from abroad, and they had gone to a teahouse. Because of that madman’s influence, he had been forced into pseudo-heat, and then he had actively pulled his dog into bed, asking him to top him.

As a result, this dog not only thoroughly topped him, but also played particularly wild.

As for why he was sleeping face down, it was entirely because this dog actually dared… actually dared to do it from behind…!

Where was he?

Where did that dog go?

Rage burned through his sense of shame.

“Thirty million!”

“Get over here!” He struggled to squeeze out a furious growl from his dry, hoarse throat.

Not long after the sound fell, the bedroom door was gently pushed open.

The man was wearing a dark grey apron, with a little bear pattern in the center, holding a spatula in his hand, looking domestic and virtuous, completely different from the beast on the bed last night that had been fierce enough to eat someone.

“Master?”

The man walked over quickly, his dark puppy eyes full of worry and innocence, completely unaware of what had happened: “You’re awake? Why such a temper? Is something uncomfortable?”

He walked to the bedside, wanting to reach out to help Shen Yanzhou, but was fiercely swatted away.

“Kneel!” Shen Yanzhou propped himself up on his arms, struggling to sit up, and commanded.

Although the man didn’t know why he was so angry, hearing the order, he obediently put down the spatula and knelt. Both hands placed properly on his knees, though his eyes kept secretly glancing at Shen Yanzhou.

Shen Yanzhou leaned against the headboard, coldly sizing up the man kneeling before him. Thinking of how yesterday he hadn’t been like a pile driver going at it mechanically, but rather nine shallow and one deep, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, finding the exact right spots, he knew this dog was pretending.

“You’d better come clean with me.”

“Did you secretly play with my feet while I was asleep before?”

That feeling in the dream of being wrapped and toyed with by burning palms was too real, so real that his soles still felt hot now.

The man kneeling on the ground looked up, his puppy eyes quickly glancing at Shen Yanzhou before immediately lowering his head again, his fingers fidgeting with the apron edge, his voice muffled:

“No… I didn’t play.”

“Then what was it?!”

“It was that night…” The man pursed his lips, seeming somewhat embarrassed to say, “When the master stepped on my shoulder, I felt the master’s feet were cold.”

“So I thought… I’d use my hands to warm them for the master. Really just warming them, I didn’t dare have any other thoughts.”

“Hah, warm them?” Shen Yanzhou laughed in anger, his fingertip pointing at his chest covered in red marks, “Then what about my chest? That day you made me drink ginger milk, and when I woke up I found I’d been bitten by a poisonous mosquito.”

“Was this also to warm me up?”

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled, his gaze involuntarily falling on his snowy chest, his mind flashing with last night’s crazy scenes, and that rainy night when red wine spilled on his fair skin.

“That night, I saw the master was asleep, and the red wine spilled on it… afraid it would stain the clothes and not wash out, so I…”

“So what?”

“So… I helped the master lick it clean.” After saying this, the man’s ears were even red, as if the pervert who took advantage of someone in their sleep wasn’t him at all.

“You!” Shen Yanzhou was stunned by his shameless excuse. Lick it clean?

“Also…” Shen Yanzhou took a deep breath, “You really have guts, actually daring to play with my legs while I was sleeping.”

In that dream, the feeling of being rubbed back and forth by the man’s rough large hands, combined with all the things this man had done to him last night, he was almost completely certain there was no such thing as a wet dream, it was his dog climbing into his bed while he slept.

“That, that was because…” The man stammered, “I noticed the master’s legs seemed uncomfortable whenever it rained, and sometimes you’d frown even in sleep.”

“I thought I’d help relieve it for you, so I specially helped you rub them at night.”

“Just rubbing?” Shen Yanzhou clearly didn’t believe him.

The man nodded, looking completely upright: “Just rubbing.”

Then, as if remembering something, his voice became extremely small, almost inaudible if you didn’t listen carefully: “Then… I couldn’t quite hold back, and rubbed against it a couple of times.”

“Rubbed against it a couple of times?!”

“Then I couldn’t hold back, and came…”

Compared to last night when his body was nearly covered in bite marks from this dog, all these days while he was sleeping at home, this dog had not only licked him, played with his feet, but also rubbed against his legs?!

“Why did you do this?” Shen Yanzhou was so tormented by him that he had no strength left, unable to even speak loudly.

“Because when I’m too far from you, my heart can’t take it.”

“When I’m too close to you, my body can’t take it.” He replied sincerely, his gaze direct.

Shen Yanzhou looked at him, again remembering how last night this man had kept whispering love words in his ear, thinking to himself that this guy probably read nothing but romance novels from Duckling Street, and learned nothing but corny pickup lines from schoolboys.

“Crawl over here.”

The man obediently crawled over, looking like he wouldn’t hit back or talk back.

Shen Yanzhou lifted his long leg from under the velvet covers, wanting to kick him.

However, just as his thigh lifted and his muscles tensed

“Gurgle, gurgle…”

Something slowly flowed out.

Shen Yanzhou’s foot that was about to kick someone froze awkwardly in mid-air.

Kick or not kick, withdraw or not withdraw.

His face shifted from anger to embarrassment, glaring fiercely at the culprit before his eyes.

The man kneeling on the ground slowly raised his head, his eyes still innocent, only his gaze was no longer looking at his beautiful face, but had fallen on his flat lower abdomen.

“Thirty million, what exactly is going on.”

“Master, may I get up and get a notebook?” the man pleaded.

“What do you need a notebook for, keep kneeling.”

“Alright, I’ve memorized everything the master taught, I don’t need it anyway.” The man continued kneeling.

“Because the master wants to get pregnant, that’s why you bought me.” His tone began to show dilemma, gesturing with his hands, “But you won’t allow me to knot.”

“So, I thought of a way?”

“This way?!” Shen Yanzhou frowned.

The man nodded, helplessly saying: “I can only try to feed as much as possible, and see if they can swim over on their own.”

“You…”

Shen Yanzhou wanted to retort, but found this dog’s logic was actually damn airtight. Because he didn’t want to be marked by him, he could only rely on this… this primitive method to increase the chances of conception.

“Master…” The man kneeling on the ground saw him not speaking, thought he was uncomfortable, and crawled forward another half step on his knees, his voice lowering:

“Or… should I call Dr. Su over?”

“Call him for what?!” Shen Yanzhou asked coldly.

“Let him come check if I hurt you.”

He said this quite sincerely.

Shen Yanzhou was as delicate as a porcelain doll. Yesterday he had actually been very restrained, enduring and holding back the whole time, afraid of hurting him, afraid of breaking him.

“Dr. Su is a professional. If he checks, I can rest assured.”

“Shut your mouth.”

The man closed his mouth, thought about it, and opened it again.

“Then should we have the doctor check… if the master is pregnant?”

“I said, shut up.”

“I need to prepare the clothes for tonight’s charity dinner.” Shen Yanzhou coldly threw down the order:

“Before I come back, you stay right here, kneeling properly. Move one inch and I’ll break your dog legs.”

The man obediently complied.

Shen Yanzhou supported himself on the nightstand, casually grabbed a bathrobe to wrap around his disheveled body, only to realize he didn’t even have the strength to take a bath, and could only awkwardly turn his gaze to the man kneeling obediently.

“Carry me to the bath first.”