LTD - 11

Chapter 11

Ever since Luo Qingjia asked to borrow a shirt, Wen Chen had kept a hawk's eye on him, terrified that the moment he looked away, the boy would sneak off in his shirt to take spicy photos for an "outsider."

The man had even canceled his remote work setup, claiming he wasn't busy and had taken time off specifically to keep him company.

Luo Qingjia realized that no matter how much you like someone, being stuck together 24/7 could get tedious. The main issue was that they couldn't do the deed. It was pure torture, being able to look but not touch.

And "not touching" was an understatement. ever since the underwear incident, the man acted as if he was terrified of crossing a line, snatching his hand back even if they accidentally brushed against each other.

He had grown bored of all the island's usual amusements. The only thing that never got old was sneaking out to the perimeter to watch the bodyguards train.

A bunch of muscular men sweating shirtless was certainly eye candy, but that was only part of the appeal. More importantly, every time he sneaked out, Wen Chen would catch him and drag him back for a "disciplinary lesson."

Only when Wen Chen was driven mad with jealousy would he lose control and spank him.

He had to admit, the bodyguards had inadvertently become a part of their little game.

This morning, he had slipped away while Wen Chen was making breakfast. Not wan ting to be found so quickly this time, he picked a more concealed hiding spot.

He didn't expect his legs to fall asleep from crouching for so long. When Wen Chen’s deeply resentful voice suddenly echoed from behind, he tried to stand, lost his footing, and plopped right onto a patch of cacti.

"Wuwu! My butt has turned into a cactus! It must look so ugly. I’d rather die of the pain than let Uncle see my ugly butt!"

Luo Qingjia lay sprawled on the sofa, sobbing in hiccups, his small hand pressing down on Wen Chen's large one to stop him from pulling down his pants.

Because of his resistance, the man’s broad palm was pressed flat against his lower back. The scorching heat radiating through the man’s skin sent a shiver down his spine. The soft flesh of his own palms was pressed tightly against the back of Wen Chen’s hand. The feeling of the protruding knuckles and veins underneath teased him, prompting him to press down even harder.

Fine, he admitted he was being a little shameless.

Just now, when Wen Chen had tried to pull his pants down, the slightly calloused fingertips brushing against his lower back had made his heart flutter. He couldn’t help but pin Wen Chen’s hand down. His mouth was protesting, but in reality, he just wanted a little taste of the physical contact first.

He wasn't actually in that much pain. His usual frailty was mostly an act to win Wen Chen’s attention.

Thanks to the barrier of his clothes, only the finest needles had pierced his skin, creating a sensation that was more of an irritating itc h than a sharp pain. He could handle it. otherwise, he wouldn't be in the mood to pull these little stunts.

"It's not ugly at all. Be good, Jiajia. Let Uncle take a look."

Wen Chen’s gentle voice drifted into his ears, but the large hand resting on his lower back didn't retreat. Instead, it slid downward with an undeniable, forceful authority.

Luo Qingjia absolutely ate this up. The mix of tender coaxing and dominant force always made him fantasize about how Wen Chen would be in bed—relentlessly sweet-talking him without ever stopping his thrusts.

Whenever his mind wandered into this unmentionable territory, his brain would get foggy, dreamy, and slow. Not immediately registering what Wen Chen had said, he blankly asked, "What isn't ugly?"

Wen Chen assumed the little guy needed a clear reassurance to feel secure.

Desperate to tend to his baby's wounds quickly, he fought hard to suppress the heat rising in his face and stated in the most neutral tone possible, "Jiajia’s little butt isn't ugly."

As he spoke, he eased the pants down. His long knuckles inevitably grazed the skin just beneath the waistband.

Usually, Luo Qingjia would have trembled with excitement at the touch. But the moment he heard the word "little," he was deeply triggered, completely missing Wen Chen's slip of the hand.

To a glute-workout enthusiast, "little" was synonymous with "flat." How could his proud, perfectly sculpted peach be reduced to that in his crush's eyes?

"Hmph, my butt isn't small! I just have a small frame, okay? It's super fleshy. My hip measurement is over 100!" While defending his honor, he confidently arched his rear into the air.

He only made it halfway up before Wen Chen firmly pressed him back down. "Don 't move around, or the needles will sink deeper." Saying this, he completely stripped off the restricting pants.

Luo Qingjia had no idea if the needles would sink deeper or not. All he knew was that Wen Chen’s fingers had dug into the soft flesh where his waist met his hips. A jolt of electricity shot up from his tailbone, causing him to involuntarily shudder and melt into a boneless puddle.

Wen Chen was momentarily blinded by the sight of the quivering flesh. He froze for a few seconds before frantically averting his gaze, silently cursing himself for being an animal.

Even amidst his overwhelming worry and heartache, he was actually harboring dirty thoughts about his pitiful little baby. Fortunately, his protective instincts reigned supreme, and he quickly forced the wicked fire down.

Wen Chen opened the medical kit, sterilized the tweezers, and crouched beside the sofa. He instructed softly, "Jiajia, Uncle is going to pull the needles out now. Cry out if it hurts, or pinch Uncle to distract yourself."

His scorching breath brushed against the perky, tofu-like softness, triggering another round of shivers.

The cactus needles embedded in the flesh bobbed along with the trembling of the "tofu," looking as if they had fused with it entirely. It seemed that removing them would surely peel a layer of skin off the tender flesh.

Wen Chen’s heart was utterly consumed by distress, throwing all boundaries between two men out the window.

He leaned in closer, pressing two fingers on either side of a needle to prevent pulling the surrounding tender flesh when extracting it.

"Mnn~" Luo Qingjia let out a soft whimper. It was hard to tell if it was an acknowledgment or an involuntary, breathy moan.

The tips of Wen Chen’s ears flushed red, his fingers unconsciously caressing the soft skin.

Because this particular needle was lodged shallowly, Luo Qingjia felt more ticklish than pained. Being fondled by Wen Chen made him hum in comfort, his waist and hips naturally undulating.

Thinking the little guy was writhing in pain, Wen Chen quickly lowered his head and gently blew on the skin his fingers had chafed red.

With that breath of air, the pale pink skin deepened into a flushed, ripe red. In the blink of an eye, the tender white tofu had transformed into a perfectly ripe peach—one that looked as if a single, gentle bite would burst it open, spilling sweet juice everywhere.

Wen Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. He leaned down, pressed his lips to the skin, and sucked the tiny needle out.

He pursed his lips and offered a deadly serious explanation: "This needle is too brittle. I was afraid the tweezers would snap it, so I had no choice but to resort to such an unorthodox method."

Luo Qingjia buried his face in the crook of his arm, his cheeks burning red—half from the heat of the moment, half from trying to suppress his laughter.

This fake righteous man. whenever he got shy, he started speaking in archaic idioms. 'Resort to such an unorthodox method. What an absolute scandal'... he was so old-fashioned it was adorable.

Last night, he'd been practicing his evening yoga in the room when Wen Chen came in to run his bathwater. The moment Wen Chen saw him in the big cat stretch pose, he'd blushed and scolded him for "impropriety."

He fully admitted he had done it on purpose.

He had intentionally timed his yoga for right before his bath. The moment he heard Wen Chen's footsteps, he smoothly transitioned his pose, putting his back to the door, his upper body flat against the mat, and his rear jutting high into the air.

He had deliberately worn a loose tank top and extremely short shorts. While holding the pose, a cool draft brushed over his lower back and exposed cheeks, but the moment Wen Chen appeared, his s corching gaze felt like it could cook them right through.

He knew Wen Chen had stood frozen in the doorway for quite a while before finally forcing out the words, "What impropriety," in a rigid voice.

But for all the old prude's big talk, the broad hand that had slapped his butt had been anything but proper.

If it had been a sharp, cold smack, he could have brushed it off as a strict, old-fashioned patriarch disciplining a misbehaving child.

But when the man slapped him, he had subconsciously squeezed. Even though the movement was incredibly restrained, the searing heat of his palm and his ragged, heavy breathing were completely devoid of any decency.

Tsk. The old prude sure loved to put on an act. Fine. Two could play at that game.

"Mnn~" Luo Qingjia bit his lip, his voice dripping with seduction. "Then I'll have to trouble Uncle to suck out all the rest of these needles, too~"

Wen Chen: "..."

"Why isn't Uncle saying anything? Are you unwilling? I know it's asking a lot. After all, with a whole butt full of cactus needles, you might have to suck for a very long time..."

"But... it's not like I can just ask anyone else for help with this area. After all, not everyone can look at me with absolute purity and zero ulterior motives like you do, Uncle."

"Maybe the flesh here is just too tender, but having so many needles stuck in it really is agonizing. I have no choice but to inconvenience Uncle to help me out. Please?"

"Jiajia," Wen Chen managed to choke out. "The other needles don't look quite as brittle. We should be able to... use the tweezers."

"I don't want to!" Luo Qingjia snapped his head back, looking utterly wronged. "What if they snap? If only the heads are left buried in my skin, they won't even come out with a suction! What then?"

"If Uncle really doesn't want to do it, then I'll just have my boyfriend come do it."

Wen Chen: "Absolutely not!"

Luo Qingjia tugged at the cuff of Wen Chen’s rolled-up shirt sleeve, batting his big, watery doe eyes. "Then you have to help me! Please~ Please~"

Wen Chen tore his gaze away, refusing to look into those glistening eyes. He pressed his lips into a thin line, preparing to reject the pitiful little creature.

There had to be a bottom line to what he should and shouldn't do. He had already crossed a boundary once just now; he couldn't keep making mistake after mistake.

"Please~ Daddy~"

The moment those scandalously altered words hit Wen Chen's ears, the rejection died in his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed with immense difficulty, and finally, he forced out a single, raspy word: "Okay."

"Mnn~ Be gentle~ You're hurting me~"

The pitchy moans, the highly suggestive words, and the deeply erotic sounds of wet suction all tangled together, causing the temperature in the massive living room to skyrocket.

Wen Chen’s eyes were bloodshot, his movements growing increasingly brazen as the last shreds of his sanity evaporated.

The cactus needles were finally dealt with, leaving the plump curves as soft and smooth as before, glowing with a peachy, lustrous pi nk hue. The spots where the needles had pierced seemed to faintly exude a sweet, peachy aroma, luring him to bury his face and inhale deeply. The more he smelled, the more ravenous he felt, overwhelmed by an urge to take a massive bite and let the sweet juices burst over his tongue.

Just at that critical moment, a strange sensation bloomed across his chest. Wen Chen snapped back to his senses. Sitting bolt upright as if he’d been electrocuted, he caught the little hand wreaking havoc on his pectorals.

"Jiajia, what are you doing?" Wen Chen asked, only then realizing how dangerously hoarse and dry his throat had become.

Luo Qingjia blinked innocently. "You were making me feel so uncomfortable just now. The pain was secondary; it was mainly the itchiness. It was agonizing, tearing at my heart, so I had to play with a squishy toy to distract myself."

Wen Chen, whose blood had been boiling at the word "itchiness," finally processed the end of the sentence. The heat in his face vanished instantly. "A squishy toy?"

What did that mean? In his baby's eyes, was his chest just an inanimate object?

And here he had thought... his baby had been turned on, too.

"Yeah, I was just using Uncle's chest as a squishy toy. Uncle doesn't mind, does he?" Luo Qingjia tried his hardest to keep his voice completely steady, terrified of exposing how genuinely lost in the moment he had been just seconds prior.

You want to pretend? Let's see who can out-pretend who.

Luo Qingjia had finally figured it out. dealing with this kind of hypocritical, straight-laced man required covert baiting, not overt seduction.

Before the man was thoroughly hooked, he had to play hard to get, making it seem like he was teasing without even realizing it. He needed to give him a taste of sweetness, but not too much—and it had to be spiked with a healthy dose of jealousy.

"I get it. Uncle minds." Luo Qingjia forcefully yanked his captured hand back and muttered sulkily, "I'm sorry. I won't cross the line and offend Uncle like that again."

"I'll just pinch Yuan Ye's instead. He doesn't mind."