The two of them fooled around wildly several times, and Su Yu was so exhausted he fell asleep right away.
Qin Shou, looking completely satisfied, carried him to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
When Su Yu woke up the next day, he felt nice and refreshed.
But his waist felt like it was about to snap.
Thinking back on what happened last night, Su Yu’s face gradually turned red.
He reached out to rub his waist, silently grumbling to himself—Qin Shou really lives up to his name when it comes to stamina.
Old Yellow Ox!
The smell of food drifted from the kitchen—a faint scent of rice porridge, making Su Yu’s stomach rumble.
After being pinned down all night, his belly was empty, and just the aroma made his mouth water uncontrollably.
Slurping his drool, Su Yu rubbed his waist and tried to get up, but he clearly overestimated his own strength.
The moment he moved, his waist ached so badly he went limp, collapsing back onto the bed.
Even that unspeakable place was feeling a dull ache.
Su Yu felt a little wronged. Being on the bottom is just too damn much suffering.
Even if it felt good.
Hearing movement, Qin Shou came over and saw Su Yu half-leaning against the headboard, looking at him with a pitiful expression.
Qin Shou rubbed his nose, feeling a little guilty—he knew he might’ve gone overboard last night.
It was all Little Fishy’s fault, calling him “Papa” in such a seductive way.
Qin Shou pressed a hand to his lips and coughed, trying to stop his thoughts from wandering into even dirtier territory.
“Awake? I made you some porridge. It’ll be ready soon.”
Su Yu glared at him, cheeks puffed out in frustration, but Qin Shou remained unfazed.
“Does it hurt?”
Su Yu instantly deflated like a pricked balloon, wilting, his face flushing red.
Qin Shou couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he looked.
“I’ve seen every part of you—what’s there to be shy about? Does it hurt?”
Su Yu tried to glare at him, but it was totally unconvincing.
Awkwardly, he nodded.
Of course it hurts.
His waist was nearly broken.
Seeing Su Yu’s embarrassment, Qin Shou stopped teasing him.
His little lover was thin-skinned—if he pushed too far, Su Yu would really get mad.
He pulled Su Yu into his arms and, following tips he found online, started massaging his little lover.
Qin Shou’s pressure was just right.
At first, Su Yu still felt a bit sore, but as the knots loosened, it just felt good. He melted into Qin Shou’s embrace, letting out little moans.
Qin Shou’s forehead veins bulged, and he gave Su Yu’s plump butt a squeeze.
“If you keep making those sounds, you’re going to get me hard again.”
Su Yu immediately shut up, staring at him like he was some kind of beast. He couldn’t understand how this man could get hard so easily.
Was he a balloon or something?
Just say it and it stands up—wasn’t he afraid of bursting?
Qin Shou was so exasperated by this brat his liver hurt. He decided to ignore him and focused on massaging his waist.
Who could understand the pain of a late-blooming mage who just lost his virginity?
His soul felt aged.
When Qin Shou finished the massage, Su Yu tried moving a bit, and sure enough, his waist didn’t feel so sore anymore.
Happy, he rewarded Qin Shou with a kiss.
Then Su Yu got up and headed straight for the kitchen—his stomach had been growling for ages, he was starving.
But he clearly forgot one thing—
His waist didn’t hurt anymore, but his ravaged chrysanthemum definitely hadn’t recovered.
The moment he raised his leg to hurry off, Su Yu felt a sharp pain down below and clamped his legs tightly together, shooting Qin Shou another glare over his shoulder.
Su Yu huffed and waddled out with his legs squeezed together like a duck, making Qin Shou laugh and cry at the same time.
He stepped forward and scooped Su Yu up in his arms.
Su Yu puffed out his cheeks but relaxed, letting the man carry him out—walking on his own was just too painful.
A ruined chrysanthemum, wounds all over.
Qin Shou gently set Su Yu down by the dining table.
The seat was soft and cushioned thickly, making things much more comfortable.
Su Yu picked up his bowl of porridge and started slurping it down.
Qin Shou watched him wolf down the food, thinking he was unbearably cute.
My wife is just too adorable.
After three bowls of porridge, Su Yu still wanted more, but Qin Shou refused to let him eat any extra.
He carried the unhappy Su Yu back to the bedroom, then dug out a bottle of ointment from the cabinet.
Qin Shou smiled, “Come here, let me put on some medicine for you.”
Su Yu’s face filled with horror.
He remembered those novels where the top would gently apply ointment for the bottom after sex—wasn’t that just too embarrassing?
Su Yu almost couldn’t stop himself from covering his own chrysanthemum.
It was way too shameful—absolutely not.
Qin Shou had no choice but to pull him out from under the covers and pin him down on his lap.
“If you don’t use the medicine, it’ll hurt, and it’s bad for your health.”
Su Yu, like a turtle, was pinned helplessly on Qin Shou’s lap, flailing his limbs in vain.
Qin Shou struggled to pull down his pants, then gave his pale, plump butt a light smack.
“Be good, don’t move.”
Su Yu immediately went quiet, his face red enough to smoke.
Qin Shou pulled down his underwear too, then looked at the slightly reddened spot and carefully applied the ointment with his finger, gently working it inside.
The coolness of the ointment on his inner walls eased the discomfort a lot.
Su Yu buried his face in the blanket, resigned to letting Qin Shou tend to him.
For the next few days, the two of them only dared to kiss and cuddle.
Qin Shou stuck to a scientific approach, applying medicine for Su Yu on schedule every day. Su Yu’s overworked chrysanthemum soon recovered.
But two newly initiated virgins couldn’t hold back for long—they soon ended up rolling around together again, going at it hard.
Su Yu’s days were going great.
Even his weight was shooting up.
The Luo family had long since accepted their relationship, so Su Yu stayed at Qin Shou’s place without a care, making Luo Xiaoman so mad she called him heartless.
Winter passed quickly, and flowers and grass started poking up by the roadside.
On a weekend with no classes, Su Yu lounged lazily on the balcony, soaking up the sun and scrolling through Weibo.
The little kitten was almost two months old.
Qin Shou had raised it well—it had gotten twice as plump, and when it curled up to sleep, it looked like a round, fluffy ball.
Su Yu gave it a name: Little Fishy.
Though Little Fishy himself wasn’t thrilled, Su Yu liked it, and that’s what mattered.
Qin Papa was definitely playing favorites.
Little Fishy nestled on the table with his paws tucked in, quietly watching the sky outside the window.
Su Yu snapped a picture of the scene.
Ever since he posted that set of photos of the kitten drinking milk, his followers had been steadily increasing.
At first, his followers all came from the Cat Star Alliance.
Later, as he occasionally posted more pictures of Little Fishy on Weibo, his follower count grew and grew.
Little Fishy∨ had become a minor internet celebrity.
Su Yu skillfully applied a filter to the photo, added some text, and posted it.
Little Fishy v: The owner’s not home.
His Majesty is unhappy and misses him.
[Pics 1, 2, 3, 4]
His Majesty’s fans replied in droves:
Oreo: Poor His Majesty, come snuggle in my arms.
Cuihua Loves Pickled Veggies: His Majesty seems to have gotten even fatter [doge]
Su Yu scrolled through the comments, delighted, when his phone suddenly chimed with a new notification.
He clicked it open.
Loves Eating Little Fishy v: Little Fishy v, I miss you too.
Su Yu felt a rush of sweetness in his heart and quickly typed a reply.
Little Fishy v: #shy Loves Eating Little Fishy v, come home soon.
The project in Hancheng had been underway for a while, and as the boss, Qin Shou naturally had to go inspect the site and boost morale.
Su Yu had classes, so he didn’t go along.
The two had been apart for three or four days, missing each other terribly.
Knowing Su Yu had become a minor internet celebrity on Weibo, the always-serious President Qin immediately registered an account and secretly followed Su Yu.
Unfortunately, President Qin wasn’t careful enough—he got caught red-handed by Su Yu while browsing Weibo, and his secret was blown in less than two days.
Normally, the two of them were glued together and barely interacted on Weibo.
Now that they’d been apart for four days, they couldn’t help themselves, openly feeding dog food to everyone on Weibo.
Su Yu’s followers, eating melons, were dumbfounded, and once they realized what was happening, they flooded the comments.
Big Cucumber: Little Fishy, you’ve changed.
You’re not the pure Little Fishy I used to know [manual goodbye]
Sunset West: Force-feeding dog food—I’ve reported you [smile]
Hahaha Mirror: Reported once [smile]
Single Dog Protection Association: The other party kicked over your dog food and spat at you.
After showing off their love on Weibo, Su Yu happily scooped up Little Fishy for some cuddles.
As for the angry single dogs in the comments—
Who cared?
Qin Shou would be away on this business trip for about half a month.
Su Yu, bored at home alone, decided to pack up Little Fishy and head back to the Luo family.
Unfortunately, Su Yu’s plan didn’t quite work out.
Luo Family.
Cui Mingbo and Luo Xiaoman were huddled together watching TV.
On the TV, a gentle, long-suffering wife was being confronted by a seductive mistress, sobbing miserably, while the scumbag husband watched coldly from the side.
Luo Xiaoman huffed, “Why’s she crying? She should fight back!”
Cui Mingbo: “Yeah, a scumbag like that deserves to be dumped.”
Su Yu, just walking in:
He felt like he’d picked the wrong time to come home.
Luo Xiaoman was totally absorbed in the show, but when she turned and saw her son had come back, her attention immediately shifted, and she pulled him over to fuss over him.
Su Yu patiently updated her on how things had been.
Luo Xiaoman looked at her son’s slightly chubbier face—she felt a little sour inside, but couldn’t find anything to complain about.
“Planning to stay home for a few days?”
“A week, I think.”
The owner’s not coming back for another week.
Luo Xiaoman was pleased and sent Cui Mingbo to the kitchen to bring out some fruit.
Su Yu winked mischievously, “Mom, you and…”
Luo Xiaoman tapped his forehead, exasperated, “Adults’ business—kids shouldn’t meddle.”
Su Yu grinned, still acting cheeky, and kept winking.
“I think Uncle Cui is pretty nice. If you find someone to keep you company, I’ll feel at ease too.”
Just as Luo Xiaoman was about to reply, Cui Mingbo came in with the fruit, so they dropped the subject and pretended nothing was out of the ordinary as they started chatting.
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