Chapter 143
Editor: Sahloknir
Shi Qing took Song Xiabing straight to his room.
Of course, as the captain of the Blazing Thunder Company and a level seven ability user, his room was as luxurious as could be.
And his tastes were, well, very unique.
There was a picture of a soaring eagle from who knew where on the wall, and the floor was covered with a huge, single piece of tiger skin carpet.
Yes, just one piece.
Mutated animals generally became bigger. Following this logic, tigers, who were already pretty big to begin with, were now a terrifying size. Those who had special abilities were even more enormous.
The original host procured this skin after taking down a mutated beast with powers. He had it tanned and made into a carpet to serve as a trophy of sorts.
The original host was a lowly gangster who dropped out of school early on. He never made much of a name for himself, so he never had a chance to develop a sense of aesthetics. This was why there was also a leopard print blanket on the bed.
The chairs in the room were also cushioned with tiger skins.
As you could probably imagine, this room looked rather strange.
At least it was to Song Xiabing. He had never been here before. When he pushed the door in, he felt like he was at some gra.s.sland tribe instead of a post-apocalyptic world.
Even if he grew up neglected in the Song family, at least he had money to spend after growing up a bit. His sense of aesthetics was definitely online.
Now, Song Xiabing worried he might go blind from looking at the eye-watering decor here.
Yet the man who was strutting in front of him didn’t think there was anything wrong with his decorations. He kicked off his shoes before stepping onto the tiger skin carpet and taking off his jacket. As he walked forwards, he didn’t forget to turn and order Song Xiabing, “Take off your shoes. Don’t get my carpet dirty.”
Song Xiabing obediently took off his shoes and stepped on the tiger skin carpet. Only then did he realize that the fur on this carpet wasn’t smooth at all. The individual strands dug into his feet in a very uncomfortable way.
Song Xiabing had suffered a lot of hardship in the past so this was nothing to him.
However, for the sake of the handsome man quickly stripping down to a wife beater and flowery trousers that showed off his nice pecs and beautifully defined biceps, he took a step forward.
“Hiss!”
As if he couldn’t stand the pain, Song Xiabing let out a soft cry and backed off immediately.
“What’s wrong?”
As expected, Shi Qing turned to him after hearing his voice. He noticed that Song Xiabing’s expression was taut with pain as he looked down at his pale and tender foot. The man raised an eyebrow and became even more impatient.
“Why are you such a pain in the a.s.s? You’re as spoiled as a woman.”
Song Xiabing bowed his head to make himself appear pitiful. He carefully said, “Sorry Boss, I didn’t mean to—I, I won’t disturb you again…”
Then he stepped forward with a determined frown on his pretty face, carefully placing his foot down on the carpet like it was a minefield.
He took one step. Then another.
Judging by his expression alone, it was like he was stepping on knives instead of carpet.
Song Xiabing even cried out in pain from time to time, only to quickly m.u.f.fle himself after remembering he couldn’t disturb Shi Qing. Biting his lip, he continued to pitifully advance.
Shi Qing: Pei, pei, pei, pei.
This guy’s even better at pretending than him.
Song Xiabing’s efforts were not in vain. The man who was standing there watching him impatiently finally couldn’t stand it anymore. While cursing up a storm, Shi Qing bent down to put away his precious tiger skin carpet.
“How on earth did you survive until now? Are you the main character from the Princess and the Pea? You’re such a pain in the a.s.s.”
Song Xiabing remained where he was, observing the cursing man as he rolled up the carpet. One of his eyebrows slightly raised at an angle the other couldn’t see.
But his voice was timid. He tentatively said, “I’m sorry Boss. I didn’t do that on purpose.”
“If you did it on purpose, Laozi would definitely kill you.”
Shi Qing quickly reached his side and patted his calf. “Pei. Not only does your face look like a woman’s, even your feet look like women’s feet.”
Song Xiabing’s feet were indeed pale and tender, only, they weren’t like this before.
He looked down and saw that all the scars that used to line his calves were gone.
It seemed like all of his external and internal wounds had disappeared after his second ability awakening. His skin even lightened a few shades. As a result, he now looked like he had never done a hard day’s work in his life.
Song Xiabing wasn’t surprised though.
After all, there have been many examples of people becoming several times more beautiful after transforming into a b.e.a.s.t.i.a.l. Compared to that, all of his wounds healing during his ability evolution wasn’t a big deal.
Shi Qing carefully tucked his treasured tiger skin carpet away before taking a seat on his bed. Leaning back like a master waiting to be served, he waved at Song Xiabing.
“Come here.”
This gesture that one would use to call a kitten or a puppy over was enough to make Song Xiabing’s eyes darken. He showed a faint smile as he slowly approached.
The master leaned back comfortably on his leopard print blanket, his big, fiery red tail relaxing with its owner and swaying leisurely behind him.
Shi Qing moved his tail closer to Song Xiabing’s hand
“You can touch it now.”
Song Xiabing continued to show a timid look on his face. He quietly asked, Boss, how many times do I have to touch it?”
“En? How many times, huh?”
Shi Qing’s big tail waved as he considered this. “Five times.”
“Just five should be good.”
Song Xiabing nodded and reached out a hand. But just as he was about to make contact with the tail, he stopped again and cautiously peeked at Shi Qing.
“If you can’t stand it later on and tell me to stop, should I stop or not?”
He deliberately used the words ‘can’t stand it’.
As expected, the man beside him raised his eyebrows in displeasure. His handsome face was filled with disdain. “Are you saying Laozi won’t be able to stand it?”
He knew it would be like this.
Song Xiabing was not at all surprised by Shi Qing’s reaction.
After all, this guy was a bad tempered brute with an inflated ego. How could he possibly admit that he might not be able to stand having his tail touched?
Even if he could do nothing but pant a short while ago.
Song Xiabing deliberately increased the amount of hesitation he showed. “But Boss, if I stop when you ask me to later, wouldn’t that impact how effective the training is?”
“How would Laozi know? Laozi’s never done this before.” Shi Qing grumbled as he rolled his eyes. He settled against the pillow with his back to Song Xiabing.
“Enough. Don’t stop even if I tell you to later. Hurry up and stop wasting time.”
After being given permission, Song Xiabing looked on from above at the man with his back to him.
Actually, he was about the same height as Shi Qing. Song Xiabing’s slight build just hid his abs better.
Shi Qing was the odd one here. He was a brawler who relied on brute force to make a living before the apocalypse, plus he liked to sunbathe. As a result, he was very tall and muscular.
Now that he was lying on his side, Song Xiabing could see how those long, strong legs were crossed. He could see those baggy flowery trousers and the section of Shi Qing’s honey-coloured waist exposed above by his slightly short wife beater.
And further down, that big, fiery red tail waved about with its fluffy fur shaking.
Shi Qing wasn’t some delicate beauty that made people want to treasure him.
Instead, his physique aroused within their hearts a deep desire to dominate.
Perhaps Song Xiabing had been staring too long without moving, for the man waiting for him impatiently turned his head. He spat out, “What are you dilly-dallying for?! Hurry up and…ah!!”
As Song Xiabing’s hand landed on the big, fiery red tail, Shi Qing’s words cut off abruptly.
Almost immediately, a faint blush rose on the handsome man’s honey-colored face.
His lips parted slightly as his eyes drifted into a momentary trance before sobering up again.
Song Xiabing deliberately touched the fur at the tip of the tail and nothing else.
He asked Shi Qing who quickly came back to his senses this time due to the minimized contact, “Boss, is it better this time?”
Despite being stimulated less than before, the stimulation that Shi Qing received made him unaware of Song Xiabing’s trick. When he realized that he recovered faster than earlier, a look of joy appeared on his face.
“I didn’t think it would really work.”
As he tried to twist around to take a look at his tail, Song Xiabing had already struck once more.
This time, his hand landed on the root of that tail.
And gripped it tightly.
“f.u.c.k me!!”
Shi Qing only had time to curse before he was too far gone to care about looking at his tail anymore.
Song Xiabing’s lips parted. His pleasant voice trickled out like a bubbling spring.
“That’s two.”
The man lying on his side with his tail fully exposed finally realised something. He subconsciously ordered,
“No, wait! At least let Laozi rest…urgh!”
The youth’s long, clean fingers trailed from the root of his tail all the way to the tip. He did so slowly before quickly stroking from the tip to the root.
The fluffy, fiery red fur skimmed over the tips of his pretty, white fingers.
He could clearly feel the whole tail shaking and trembling as it was skimmed over.
Song Xiabing: “That’s three.”
Shi Qing’s whole body was curled up, his hands clenching the leopard print blanket in a death grip. The veins in the back of his hand were bulging out, but he gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound.
Song Xiabing looked at the man who stubbornly refused to make a sound. His gaze swept over Shi Qing’s violently heaving chest before he struck again without mercy.
Only this time, he didn’t go from the root to the tip or from the tip to the root.
Instead, he squished that tail like he was ma.s.saging it again and again.
“No…wait…”
Shi Qing squeezed a word or two out through clenched teeth. As he opened his mouth to speak, he couldn’t help but start to pant heavily.
At the moment, he didn’t care about anything else.
His voice was trembling. It had almost taken on a pleading tone due maybe in part to the physical sensations he was experiencing. “I can’t take it anymore…stop.”
Song Xiabing looked down at him from above, the corners of his lips slightly raised. His voice was still as gentle as ever.
“Sorry Boss. You just told me I can’t stop.”
He watched as the sharpness in Shi Qing’s always irritated eyes gradually grew dull before stubbornly recollecting itself again.
Nonchalantly, he tightened his grip on that big fluffy tail.
With great speed, he violently jerked back from the tip to the root.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
The man uttered a primal scream. His pupils contracted sharply, and he clenched the blanket with so much force that the veins on the back of his hand were about to burst out.
Song Xiabing remained where he was, watching Shi Qing slowly relax his hands after quite some time. All the tension seemed to drain from his body.
At this point, this man who always had a chip on his shoulder couldn’t even recall today’s date.
Both him and his clothes were drenched in sweat, not to mention his forehead, which was already covered in tiny beads of perspiration.
He was panting heavily, a blank look of confusion on his face.
Song Xiabing waited patiently.
He believed that Shi Qing would definitely blame him for not stopping.
But all he had to do in response to that was act weak and bring up Shi Qing’s previous order.
It took a full five minutes before the man who looked like he had just been pulled out of the water came to his senses.
He slowly sat up with his hands as support.
There was still some overstimulated confusion on his face, but his eyes had cleared up.
Shi Qing opened his mouth, “Just now…”
Song Xiabing immediately turned on his white lotus mode.
With a worried and pitiful expression on his face, his long fingers fiddled ‘uneasily’. As cautious as possible, he quietly spoke up for himself, “Sorry Boss, but you told me to not stop earlier. I didn’t dare to disobey you o-or else you’ll get angry at me when you come to your senses.”
He had basically pushed all the blame onto the other person.
Song Xiabing predicted that Shi Qing would respond with anger, but it’s not like he could eat his own words. He could only bear with this humiliation.
Unexpectedly, the recently recovered man actually smiled and patted Song Xiabing on the shoulder.
“You did the right thing. You were right to not listen to anything I said in a situation like that.”
With that, the man curiously embraced his big, fiery red tail with one arm while using the other to wipe at his sweaty face. He happily looked at the tail like he had discovered a new toy.
“That felt so good just now. d.a.m.n. Even Laozi’s left hand can’t compare to this.”
Song Xiabing: “…”
After expressing how he really felt, Shi Qing shook his hand out. Once the weakness in the limb subsided, he let go of his tail and patted his flowery trousers and then Song Xiabing’s shoulder.
“Your idea isn’t bad. If you think of it from a pleasure perspective, this tail isn’t so useless after all. Okay, from now on, whenever Laozi wants it, you’re to come over and serve me.”
Song Xiabing: “…”
Why did this sound so awkward to him?
The man on the bed clearly didn’t see anything wrong with what he just said. He got up straight away and ordered Song Xiabing, “Go outside and call a water ability user in to and fill my bathtub.”
With that, he swung his leg again, clearly throwing what just happened to the back of his mind.
“I haven’t felt this good in a long time. Time to wash up.”
What did feeling good have to do with washing?
The words just popped up in Song Xiabing’s mind when he suddenly realised something. His eyes fell incredulously on Shi Qing’s flowery trousers.
The man met his gaze without the slightest bit of shame. He snickered and swung his leg again. “So you noticed.”
Song Xiabing’s expression stiffened.
He slowly turned to look at the shoulder that Shi Qing just patted.
If he remembered correctly, Shi Qing seemed to have…touched his flowery trousers before patting him on the shoulder…
Song Xiabing’s face went green.
He’s made countless preparations, but…
But he never expected this guy Shi Qing to be so shameless!
He wasn’t ashamed at all now that things have come to this.
Song Xiabing reluctantly put on a mask of tentativeness. He softly comforted the man who was stretching, “Boss, don’t be too burdened by what just happened. Any other b.e.a.s.t.i.a.l would’ve reacted the same way.”
“What burden could Laozi have? Everything’s fine since we’re both men.”
It wasn’t like he lost face since the only one who saw what happened was Song Xiabing.
Shi Qing gave him a weird look. Peeling the wet wife beater off his body and strolling over to rummage through his wardrobe.
He found a black wife beater but threw it over his shoulder instead of putting it on. The man proudly lifted his chin with a big grin on his face.
“Now that I think about it, this tail’s really not so bad. A shame I can’t control it. If I could, it would really spice up my s.e.x life after I find a girlfriend.”
Shi Qing seemed to think of something that made a lewd smile appear on his handsome face. Without his looks, he would seem like a real creep from the way he was chuckling.
Song Xiabing, who was expecting Shi Qing to become angry out of embarra.s.sment or having his pride insulted: “…”
He refused to give up and reminded Shi Qing again, “But I’m a man.”
Shi Qing chuckled and raised a smug eyebrow at him. “Who isn’t here?”
He ordered Song Xiabing, “You’re not bad at serving. Come when I call for you from now on. I’ll reward you if you get me off.”
Song Xiabing: “…”
This att.i.tude of outright inviting someone to ‘serve’ like it was normal…
Fine, whatever.
He’s discovered something.
Shi Qing was indeed as straight as an iron rod.
Rain
Song Xiabing: Hehehe my evil plan is coming together! Now question your orientation!!
Shi Qing: *casually walks off* No h.o.m.o.
Song Xiabing: (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Sahl
*Giggles at Rain’s mini theatre*