When the Wild Beast is Trapped in the Nightmare Cycle (BL)
Chapter 230: Not Enough

Chapter 230: Not Enough

"Nian’er~" Jin Jiuchi drawled on his words as he nuzzled his face against the jade doll’s neck like a spoiled child. He tried to inhale the scent he liked the most, but everything became diluted because of his runny nose. He couldn’t help but pout in annoyance.

To compensate for that, he hugged the jade doll tighter to himself to mend his broken heart. "Nian’er is so warm, feels good to hug. Are you feeling better now? I hate being sick like this. When will I be able to smell you again, Nian’er?" He gasped in horror when a horrifying thought crossed his mind. "What if my nose stays like this forever, and I can never smell you again?!"

Jin Jiuchi’s body temperature was already high to begin with. Now with fever, it felt as if he had turned into a walking kettle on the brink of boiling over. Being enclosed in his embrace was akin to being swathed in a sauna. In a blink of an eye, Shen Nianzu was already sweating buckets.

He patted Jin Jiuchi’s arm, feeling a little suffocated. "You... let go first!"

After Jin Jiuchi let go of him, he drew in large breaths of cooler air and only then could he process what the man had just said. Speechless, he remarked, "...Don’t worry, you will recover in two days at most. But why is your temperature so high?" Gently, he used the sleeve of his robe to dab the perspiration on Jin Jiuchi’s forehead. He cupped the man’s overheated face, distressed. "Have you measured your temperature? How high is it?"

Jin Jiuchi nestled his burning face against Shen Nianzu’s cold fingertips, his thoughts adrift. It seemed like since they returned from the Cycle— no, to be exact, since that last talk they had before boarding the bus, something had subtly shifted between them. If Jin Jiuchi had to describe it into words, then it felt like Shen Nianzu had turned into a piece of marshmallow; sweet, tender and soft. And more importantly, he no longer pushed Jin Jiuchi away!

Happiness came so suddenly that he was left light-headed. Though he had no idea what was running through Shen Nianzu’s mind, he would not take the risk to ask. What if Nian’er changed his mind and gave him the cold shoulder again? He would cry if it were to happen! Alas, being insatiable as he was, he couldn’t help but take a mile after being given an inch.

Putting on the most miserable look he could muster, he whimpered, "Nian’er, I feel so dizzy..."

As expected, concern immediately clouded Shen Nianzu’s features. His fingers moved to massage Jin Jiuchi’s temple gently, and it felt so comfortable that he almost melted into a puddle of goo. "Dizzy?" He asked, his tone tinged in deep concern. "Any headache? Nausea?"

Sensing an opening, Jin Jiuchi swiftly seized the opportunity to lean his head on the crook of Shen Nianzu’s neck, and he almost somersaulted in joy when the jade doll not only allowed it but also seemed to embrace the closeness. He wrapped his arms loosely around Shen Nianzu’s waist and sniffed his neck a few more times, "Nope, just dizzy. Hmm, I feel better with Nian’er here..."

His warm exhales brushed against Shen Nianzu’s skin, and he watched in fascination as a soft flush painted the otherwise pale complexion, akin to cherry blossom petals that drifted onto a snowy canvas. The color of Jin Jiuchi’s eyes deepened and without even thinking, his lips latched onto Shen Nianzu’s skin, sucking and biting on the area above the collarbones until a conspicuous mark blossomed.

Shen Nianzu’s hands instinctively went to grip Jin Jiuchi’s shoulders as a gasp escaped his lips. He shuddered at the feel of that hot and velvety tongue on his sensitive skin, "Jin Jiuchi—!" Didn’t the man say that he was dizzy?!

"Nian’er," his voice came out thick and raspy with want. He raised his head to peer into Shen Nianzu’s pale purple eyes, their warm breaths intertwining in the space between them. His stuffy nose notwithstanding, he seemed to be able to pick up the jade doll’s sweet scent that spiked in intensity, teasing and wrapping around him so tightly that his brain was rendered into mush. He could no longer think straight, and he could see that the same predicament was happening to Shen Nianzu too.

His eyes involuntarily dropped to Shen Nianzu’s pale pink lips, and fiery flame ignited in his heart as he witnessed the tantalizing sight of Shen Nianzu’s red tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail in its wake. "Nian’er, can I?" he inquired in a soft whisper.

With his back pressed against the headboard and Jin Jiuchi’s arms around him, Shen Nianzu could find no way to escape. Well, not that he wanted to. The heat was making his head swim and all he could focus on was the smoldering intensity of Jin Jiuchi’s gaze, as well as the curve of his perfect and beautiful lips.

Before he could even formulate a response, Jin Jiuchi swooped in and captured his lips in a fervent collision.

"Mmm!" A muffled groan echoed from Shen Nianzu’s throat as those scorching hot lips melded seamlessly with his own. His eyelids fluttered shut and his grip on Jin Jiuchi’s shoulders tightened, uncertain whether to push him away or to pull him close.

Jin Jiuchi was a natural fast learner. Guided by Shen Nianzu’s example from before and driven by his own instinct, he already knew to move, angle his head to deepen the kiss, and to suck and lick on Shen Nianzu’s lips. Furthermore, he kissed with his eyes open, unwilling to miss even the subtlest shift or change in Shen Nianzu’s face.

His large hand slid into Shen Nianzu’s silver hair, tangling in the strands and tugging him closer. With a light nip on Shen Nianzu’s plush bottom lip, he murmured dazedly, "So sweet..." their lips barely parted by a hair’s breadth before he dived in again, as if he was intent to savor every last drop of sweetness those lips had to offer.

He was akin to a large dog, sometimes sucking, sometimes biting. Shen Nianzu was kissed so much that his lips felt swollen and numb. The tip of Jin Jiuchi’s canines would graze against him once in while, sending a tiny jolt of pain that seemed to heighten the pleasure. Oh God... Jin Jiuchi was only kissing him, but he already felt the bones in his body melting into liquid!

Pleasure ebbed through his entire being and his lower abdomen coiled into knots, prompting his legs to tremble and his knees to bend involuntarily. His toes curled up, and an unbidden moan was torn out of his lips when Jin Jiuchi seized his lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it with an intensity that left a tingling ache behind, "Hurts..."

He had no idea how sultry that soft mewl was. It was akin to half a plea, half a complaint, sounding so coquettish that Jin Jiuchi felt like his soul was about to fly out of his body. His fist tightened, grabbing a handful of the silken silver hair, and his entire body felt like a live wire on the cusp of exploding.

He let go of Shen Nianzu’s bottom lip with a soft ’pop’ and pressed their foreheads together, his gaze meeting the sight before him— Shen Nianzu with his purple eyes glazed with mist, flushed cheeks and swollen lips in a vibrant shade of red. The sight of those lips parting in quick, uneven breaths was so destructive that Jin Jiuchi couldn’t suppress the deep, guttural groan that escaped him.

In his memory, Shen Nianzu had always been cold, aloof and haughty. But now under the onslaught of Jin Jiuchi’s kisses, his composure had shattered to reveal the vulnerability within, as though a proud feline had been coaxed to reveal his soft belly to rub. And the notion that he was the one who caused Shen Nianzu to unravel in such a manner was so intoxicating, it was like he had succeeded in drawing a pristine and pure God down from his altar.

"Nian’er... Nian’er..." his voice, low and laden with a primal growl, slipped through his teeth as he fought to restrain himself. "Nian’er, what should I do? It’s not enough at all. I want more... want to bite and kiss you from head to toe..."