The curtains in the bedroom were half-drawn. The wall clock read two in the morning. Bai Chunian lay face-down in his silk quilt, bare-chested, his long legs crossed. Lan Bo wore only a gray sleeveless tank top and lounge shorts. straddling his lower back. He scooped a blue-glow jellyfish out of the fish tank, squeezed a glob of viscous, blue-glowing liquid onto Bai Chunian’s back, then tossed the deflated jellyfish back into the tank. He rubbed his hands together and smoothed the jellyfish oil across Bai Chunian’s back.
Wang was actually giving a back rub to an ordinary little white lion; the fish and jellyfish in the tank were all stunned.
“Ugh… that hurts. Be gentler.” Bai Chunian grunted with his eyes closed.
Lan Bo eased up on the pressure, resting both hands on his shoulders and pressing gently. “It’s just taking out a bunch of drug dealers. Is it really that exhausting?” ”
“It is. Over a hundred of them. Two A3-level drug lords, and the rest were all M2s. I had to clear them all out before the police dared to storm in.”
Bai Chunian stretched lazily while lying face-down; the pink pads on the palms of his hands and the balls of his feet flashed briefly before disappearing.
“Payday. Twenty-five thousand, plus a three-and-a-half-million-yuan bonus.” Bai Chunian pulled out a card and handed it to Lan Bo. “Here, go buy some giant scallops at the aquarium. We’ve got a lot of work this month—enough to buy a few big ones. Remember to save me two hundred for cigarettes.”
“Got it.”
“What have you been up to these past few days? You haven’t replied to my messages.”
“I’ve been checking things out eastward from the Aphid Sea. Yan Yi sent a team out to join the Mad Shark Unit on a mission to inspect the residual effects of the deep-water submarine’s infection agent leak.”
“Huh? You weren’t home? Did everything go smoothly?”
“The R&D team developed a purification system. They pump the water in and out, which lowers the concentration of the infection agent significantly. But they’re so small—compared to the vast ocean, a few machines can’t save much. Honestly, if I just jumped in, the water would be clean.”
“Huh?” Bai Chunian rolled over, shifted closer to the headboard, sat up, and placed his hand on Lan Bo’s waist. “Don’t worry about it. We can handle this. Once the research institute gets shut down—and everyone from the boss to the researchers ends up behind bars—we’ll have them do hard labor on the ship: pumping water, changing water, and picking up trash.”
“I’m still going down.” Lan Bo smoothed out Bai Chunian’s bedhead. “I don’t want to take it out on IOA either. It’s been months, and they’ve been trying to fix things. Coastal fishermen have been praying at the statue of the Sea God, begging for the waters to be reopened. I’ve already forgiven them—for your sake.”
“So you’re going to clean up the submarine wreckage, then.” Bai Chunian sat up straight, wrapping his arms around Lan Bo’s lower back to keep him from falling backward. He pressed his nose close to him and sniffed, “Did you get hurt?”
“Here—it’s scraped.” Lan Bo pointed to his elbow.
His skin was smooth; even if he had a wound, it would have healed in an instant and wouldn’t have lasted until now.
“Let me give it a kiss, honey. It won’t hurt anymore.” Bai Chunian lifted his elbow and kissed it.
Lan Bo’s eyes lit up, then he pointed to a slight bulge on his left chest beneath the thin fabric of his vest: “This spot is injured too.”
Bai Chunian laughed out loud. “No way, how could you get hurt here? A fish bit you, didn’t it?”
Lan Bo nodded.
Bai Chunian leaned down and licked the spot through the fabric. A small patch of the gray tank top became damp. Lan Bo narrowed his eyes, and his breathing quickened.
“Thank you, honey… You’ve been through a lot.”
Bai Chunian pulled him close into his arms and murmured against his neck, “Our bet… shouldn’t we settle it now?”
Lan Bo tilted his head back slightly; his Adam’s apple bobbed gently on his pale neck.
“Masturbate for me, honey.” Bai Chunian hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of Lan Bo’s shorts and pulled them down. The already hard, swollen penis sprang out. Because his skin was so fair, even his penis was a delicate pink, yet its size was in no way inferior to that of an Alpha.
Lan Bo’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he turned his head away from him. “I’ve never done this before. No one has ever dared to ask me to do this.” “I’m not ‘no one’.” Bai Chunian took Lan Bo’s hand, guided it onto his own massive member, and helped him wrap his fingers around it one by one, then began stroking it up and down.
Lan Bo couldn’t resist him; he closed his eyes and began stroking it himself.
His ring finger wore a wedding band; his fingers were snow-white and slender, creating a stark contrast with his flushed member—the visual impact was intense.
Lan Bo tilted his head back, stroking himself until his desire became unbearable; moans of “mmh” and “ah” squeezed out from between his teeth.
Watching this, Bai Chunian felt as if his whole body were on fire.
He scooped Lan Bo up in his arms. Startled, Lan Bo was carried to the full-length mirror, where Bai Chunian knelt on the wool rug, resting his forearms on Lan Bo’s thighs and positioning him to face the mirror with his legs spread wide.
“Open your eyes and stroke yourself.” Bai Chunian pressed himself hotly against him from behind. “I want you to see just how slutty you are. You’re so beautiful—you look incredibly sexy when you’re masturbating.”
Lan Bo clenched his teeth and grabbed the collar around Bai Chunian’s neck, forcing the Alpha to lower his head. Though his legs were held apart—
—
—unable to close—his tone carried a hint of condescension: “Xiao Bai… Han Xingqian said that calling a respected elder ‘Daddy’ feels very intimate, doesn’t it?”
Bai Chunian’s eyes crinkled as he grinned and rubbed against him. “What, do you want to hear it?”
As he spoke, he tightened his grip, lifting Lan Bo slightly off the ground. He used his own swollen, crimson cock to part the other’s trembling buttocks, aiming it at the pink, pulsing opening.
Lan Bo’s expression changed when he saw the Alpha’s massive cock pressing against his back passage from below: “You… don’t use this position. No…”
Bai Chunian deliberately licked Lan Bo’s earlobe and whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Daddy, I’m going to start fucking you now.” He thrust his cock inside in one go, driving it straight to the deepest point.
Lan Bo cried out in pain, his entire body convulsing with sensitivity, a small stream of clear mucus oozing from the tip of his penis. Bai Chunian let him catch his breath for only a moment before he began thrusting his hips rapidly, pumping in and out.
Rambo was thrust deep inside time and again; the overwhelming pleasure quickly overshadowed the pain, leaving him unable to stay lucid. “Daddy, do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Bai Chunian’s tone was soft and sweet as he wrapped his arms around Rambo’s waist with adoration, yet his lower body was pounding away like a raging storm. Every time they made love, Lan Bo would tell him that he could enjoy his sexual desire—that it wasn’t a dirty thing, nor a shameful act of forced procreation. Bai Chunian was such a good boy, and this was his reward.
It was only then that Bai Chunian gradually dared to face his own desires. He truly loved making love; he craved the union of his body with his beloved omega. The immense physical and emotional satisfaction brought him a sense of security.
“Daddy, you said you like me, that you’ll never get tired of me, and that you’ll always love me.”
“Okay… always… love you…”
With a heavy thrust, Lan Bo let out a hoarse moan. Unable to keep his legs steady any longer, dense blue scales sprouted from them, and a stream of white, viscous fluid gushed from his lower body.
Some unfertilized, transparent fish eggs floated in the liquid, leaving Bai Chunian staring in astonishment.
“Did I fuck you so hard you spawned?” Bai Chunian pinched his buttocks and kissed his neck with intense excitement. “Daddy, does getting fucked by me feel this good? Didn’t you tell the little ones at IOA that you’re the top? Being on top really is comfortable, isn’t it? You love getting fucked by me—you’re so turned on you’re spawning.”
“Enough… Stop calling me that…” Lan Bo’s body went limp as a pool of water; he weakly raised his hand to cover his eyes. Having the child he’d raised watch him masturbate had already damaged his royal dignity; to be fucked into spawning like this was simply too humiliating.
“Not enough.” Bai Chunian was ecstatic. He’d never felt such satisfaction or a sense of accomplishment. He ravaged Lan Bo’s body like a madman, biting into the glands at the back of his neck, clamping his jaws around Lan Bo’s nape to shoot his entire load into that soft, intoxicating little hole. Then, using the barbed tongue of a feline, he licked up every drop of semen oozing from the pink orifice, The barbs on his tongue scraped against the folds of the anus. Tormented by a terrifying mix of pleasure and pain, Lan Bo ejaculated another stream of semen. His rear hole contracted rapidly, only to be cruelly licked open by Bai Chunian again. The tip of his tongue drilled inside, the fine barbs scraping against the intestinal walls within the opening.
“No… Xiao Bai…” Lan Bo clutched the carpet tightly; his arms were too weak to support his body, and he collapsed onto the carpet, conceding defeat.
Bai Chunian rinsed the drowsy Lan Bo clean in the fish tank, wrapped him in a towel, and carried him into bed.
The Alpha, having eaten his fill, collapsed, contentedly curling up against Lan Bo, wrapping his long limbs tightly around him.
Lan Bo tried several times to push himself up and give him a good beating, but each time his strength failed him and he collapsed back down. He raised his hand high, but when it landed on the Alpha’s head, it turned into a gentle pat, followed by a soft rub.
Bai Chunian snuggled into Lan Bo’s arms, his fluffy head pressed against his chest, emitting a soft, contented purr.
“Xiao Bai,” Lan Bo called softly.
Bai Chunian grunted in response: “My name isn’t Xiao Bai. Call me something nice.”
“……You went way too far just now. I’m not going to call you ‘husband,’ you naughty little rascal.”
Lan Bo was still holding a grudge over how that mischievous little lion had just been calling him “daddy” while tossing him around until he was nearly passed out.
“Then call me something else,” Bai Chunian mumbled, rubbing against him. “Brother Han calls Xiao Xun ‘Zhun-Zhun.’ I want that too.”
Lan Bo thought for a moment, licked his lips, and smiled. “Sticky.”
Bai Chunian fell silent.
Lan Bo saw his entire earlobe turn bright red, starting from the tip. He reached out and pinched it—it was burning hot.
“Shy?” Lan Bo rubbed his earlobe as he watched him.
Bai Chunian kept his eyes closed and said nothing, pressing his hand against Lan Bo’s stomach and starting to massage it.
Lan Bo was completely at a loss. He was such a little charmer—there was simply no resisting him.
Lan Bo ruffled his fuzzy, curly, tousled hair. He was both powerful and adorable. Thinking of how he defended and adored him without any limits, Lan Bo’s conquest instinct as the King was deeply satisfied.
One obvious benefit of the mimicry serum was that his skin no longer dried out easily; even after sleeping a whole night under a silk comforter, he didn’t feel hot or parched.
When Lan Bo woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, streaming through the curtains and onto the sheets.
He rubbed his eyes and tried to sit up, but a sudden wave of soreness swept through his lower body; his legs felt incredibly weak. The human body is so frail—it couldn’t even handle a few out-of-body experiences.
“Your Majesty—dinner is served.” Bai Chunian pushed the door open with his foot, carried a table directly into the room, and set a spread of seafood before Lan Bo: “I went to the market early this morning. I made you soy-sauce clams, spicy crab, glass noodle scallops, and steamed conch. Here, these are the dipping sauces. It’s been a while since you’ve had this, hasn’t it?”
Bai Chunian leaned over the bedside as if seeking praise, his white lion’s tail swishing back and forth in the air.
Lan Bo wasn’t at all bedridden; he was simply looking at the spread of food and the little white figure by the bed, whose eyes and heart were filled entirely with him. A faint ache tugged at his heart, yet it was so warm that he couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth turn up.
For Little Bai’s sake, he could reconcile with all of humanity. He could let go of all his past grievances and resentment toward humans, simply because the boy’s burning affection brought him comfort and made him lose himself in it. It was merely a leak of infectious agents from a submarine; Rambo chose to turn a blind eye and let it slide. But as for the oil floating on the ocean’s surface, the trash sinking to the seabed, and the filthy water seeping from human factories into the ground and eventually flowing into the sea—Rambo finally felt a surge of enthusiasm to clean it all up.
As long as his little kitten was happy, he could overlook anything.
Watching Bai Chunian’s tail curl up and sway, a mischievous thought suddenly crossed Rambo’s mind. He drew a strand of pitch-black, flowing rock from the Dead Sea Heartstone collar. The liquid rock took shape in his palm, eventually forming a crystal bell, which he tied to the tip of Bai Chunian’s lion’s tail.
Bai Chunian gave it a shake, but the bell was wrapped too tightly to come off. Yet whenever he moved his tail, the bell would jingle softly.
“Great! How am I supposed to show my face in public now?” Bai Chunian tried shaking it off again, but couldn’t get it loose with his hands. The jingling of the bell echoed endlessly throughout the room.
“I’ll take them off next time if you behave, Obe. But if you dare misbehave again, you’ll wear them for the rest of your life—on your chest, and down there too, with bells attached everywhere. Mermaids love to decorate their partners, you know.” Lan Bo rested her chin in one hand while picking at the clam meat with the other. She licked the sauce off her fingertip and gave Bai Chunian a faint smile.
In the late afternoon, Bai Chunian received an email from the head of the Special Operations Unit, stating that the Technology Department was currently unable to track the Puppet Master’s movements and asking Bai Chunian to keep a close eye on the situation. Chairman Yan had already left for a meeting that was expected to last at least ten days, so the unit head was now overseeing the progress of all departments at IOA headquarters.
Bai Chunian took a clean combat uniform out of the dryer and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his pants.
Lan Bo leaned against the back of a chair, his gaze fixed on the beautiful muscles of Alpha’s waist and abdomen.
“If you’ve got nothing better to do, come with me. It’s fun to pick on Eris.” Bai Chunian bent down to tighten the gun belt around his leg and checked his gear.
“Tomorrow morning, the IOA ship will head out to sea to inspect the spread of pollution. It’s going to rain tomorrow, and that area will be swarming with highly toxic jellyfish. I’m going to take a look.”
“Is that so? Did you check the weather forecast?”
“I can sense the low-pressure system.”
“Alright then, I’m off. Take your phone with you—I want to text you when I miss you.” Bai Chunian slung his gear bag over one shoulder, opened the door, and walked out.
“Mm-hmm.” Lan Bo lay sprawled on the bed, idly tapping the phone screen with his index finger to open the photo album. It was filled with over nine hundred candid shots taken from various angles: Bai Chunian’s fangs peeking out as he yawned, the pink pads of his feet emerging as he stretched in pure bliss, and his tail adorned with a bell, among others.
He pored over them for a while, finally settling on a shot of the little Alpha sleeping in his arms with his ears peeking out. He replaced the previous shoulder-marking photo with this new one as his wallpaper.
The Joys of Cat Ownership.