When the Wild Beast is Trapped in the Nightmare Cycle (BL)
Chapter 258: Yes, Yes, Yes!

Chapter 258: Yes, Yes, Yes!

Shen Nianzu gazed at him in astonishment, his heart hammering so loudly that he could hear it beside his ears. His pupils trembled, and he did not even realize that he was holding his breath.

Never in a million dreams had he imagined that one day, he would hear such sweet and thoughtful words coming out of Jin Jiuchi’s mouth. T–This... this could be counted as a confession, right? Even though Jin Jiuchi had not uttered anything along the lines of ’like’ or ’love’, he clearly stated that he cared about Shen Nianzu’s opinion above all else. And honestly, coming from Jin Jiuchi – the lunatic, unpredictable and devil-may-care Jin Jiuchi – these words held a thousand times more weight than any flowery declaration of love could have.

The sheer impact of his words was so overwhelming that Shen Nianzu’s anger faded into oblivion, and the embarrassing recording slipped to the recesses of his mind. All he could do was stare at Jin Jiuchi in a daze, his thoughts in utter disarray.

Recalling something, Jin Jiuchi blinked and asked again, "Nian’er is fine with me, right? Right??"

Then without a warning, he abruptly dropped all of his body weight on Shen Nianzu, and it was so damn heavy that the breath was punched out of Shen Nianzu’s lungs, his body crushed under the pressure as if he were being flattened into a pancake. His face flushed red as he struggled to catch his breath, but Jin Jiuchi was determined to keep him pinned down, seemingly as if he could keep this position for eternity. With his face buried in the pillow, he exclaimed in a muffled voice, "I don’t want to know. Nian’er has taken so many of my kisses, so I will not accept ’no’ for an answer!"

Who the fuck wants to say no?!

Shen Nianzu’s mind screamed. At this rate, he’d suffocate to death before he could utter any form of rejection to Jin Jiuchi! "You..." he struggled to raise his hand and slapped Jin Jiuchi’s back repeatedly in protest. "Let go first! I can’t breathe, damn it!"

Jin Jiuchi demanded stubbornly, "So is that a yes or a no?!"

Shen Nianzu couldn’t even recall what the question was anymore for his head was growing lighter due to the lack of oxygen. With a surge of survival instinct, he blurted out, "Yes, yes, yes! My answer is yes, okay?! Fuck, get off me first!"

Finally satisfied with the response, Jin Jiuchi propped himself up, allowing air to rush back to Shen Nianzu’s aching lungs. He coughed and gasped for breath, his vision speckled with spots. For some inexplicable reason, the idiom ’to die under the peony flower[1]’ flashed through his mind and he shot an irritated glare at Jin Jiuchi. This man clearly looked nothing like a flower, yet Shen Nianzu had almost met his end beneath him! How dare he take things so literally!

Unbeknownst to Shen Nianzu, the earlier suffocation had caused his pale purple eyes to glisten with unshed tears, a faint crimson blush highlighting the corners. When he glared like this, instead of appearing intimidating, it looked more like a playful tease. Jin Jiuchi’s heart fluttered as though a hook had latched onto his heartstrings, and he couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

His eyes deepened in color, and his voice took on a raspy tone. "Nian’er, you promised to make me feel better in bed. Now that we’re here, why haven’t you done anything yet?"

Shen Nianzu’s eyes flew wide in shock, and the first thought that crossed his mind was, ’Damn it, this husky’s memory usually lasts only for three seconds at most, so how come he remembers this kind of thing very well?!’

But before Shen Nianzu could utter a word, Jin Jiuchi lowered himself and rested his head on his shoulder, peering up at him with a pitiful look. This time, though, he no longer bore his whole weight down, giving Shen Nianzu ample space to breathe. "Is Nian’er going back on his promise? You can’t do that. Only bad people break their promises and they get punished, you know?" As he spoke, he scooted closer and dropped a kiss right over the round teeth mark he’d left before. Against Shen Nianzu’s fair skin, the red bruise contrasted like a splotch of crimson ink on a pure canvas. A manic sense of delight and satisfaction flickered in Jin Jiuchi’s eyes as he took in the sight.

Unable to resist, he latched his lips on the tender flesh under Shen Nianzu’s ear and gently sucked, causing another conspicuous mark to bloom. He followed up with a lingering lick, relishing in the shivers that raced through Shen Nianzu’s body.

"W–Wait!" Shen Nianzu pressed his hands against Jin Jiuchi’s shoulders to push him away, flustered. "I–I have been running around all day and haven’t had the chance to change yet so..." let me take a shower first.

He had not even finished his sentence yet when Jin Jiuchi interrupted him, "It’s okay, I like it this way." As if to emphasize his point, he bent down and took another deep inhale, tearing out an audible gasp from Shen Nianzu’s lips. "Nian’er’s scent... draws me in. It turns me on so bad."

Shen Nianzu bit down a moan when he felt Jin Jiuchi’s tongue tracing its way along his neck, a place he knew must be slightly sweaty after his busy day. He internally cursed this damned husky for being so perverted. Alas, he couldn’t bring himself to deny that there was just something so primal and sensual about the brutal honesty that ignited a spark of desire within him. It made him feel so... desirable. Sexy. Provocative.

Within the confines of Jin Jiuchi’s fervent and powerful embrace, he suddenly recalled the sensation of being lost in pleasure before, only to be interrupted at the height of passion. Perhaps he had been holding it in for the whole day, but with Jin Jiuchi teasing him like this, the tension and arousal that had been simmering beneath the surface were now roaring back to life, igniting a blazing desire within him. He could feel himself growing hard and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. Subtly, he attempted to bend his legs so that Jin Jiuchi would not notice.

But when had Jin Jiuchi not?

He only needed one inhale to discern Shen Nianzu’s mood, and the corner of his lips hooked into predatory grin. There you go.

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[1] Chinese idiom 死在花下 can be translated as ’to die under the peony flower’. It is used to describe someone who indulges excessively in pleasure or luxury, often to the point of neglecting responsibilities and losing self-discipline.

A/N: am I dreaming? NovelFire finally doesn’t ban chinese words anymore asdfgajakak QAQ