Although the picture was blurry, he recognized it at a glance. Isn’t this the photo of Baby surrounded by those lowlifes this morning? That tiny little figure was squashed in the middle.
He clicked on it immediately, ready to start flaming.
There were quite a few comments, but they left Xu Chi feeling rather bewildered.
1st Comment: Teacher, Goddess, oh my god, this is absolutely insane. Do you see your own face? I cannot describe it in words. This princess is wearing a ballet outfit, pressing one leg against the barre, while the transfer student pinches his thigh and feeds him. Especially the sweat dripping down; it is serious. It even left a puddle. Let me drink it! [Heart-eyes, drooling]
2nd Comment: Wuu wuu, and the one where the kitty is being licked on the bottom by the tiger, that tongue is so huge it could swallow him whole, right? Is it? Yes! I am crying for the kitty’s butt. Stop licking! Stop licking! Let me lick. I am so anxious I am crying over here because I cannot lick it! [Crying, tears streaming down]
3rd Comment: Thankfully, the Goddess has great taste. She only finds miners like transfer students and honor students, not the tacky spirit boys in the photos. So, I accepted it in zero seconds and joined this family. I have photos of the little princess sleeping in class; I have posted them in the group. Everyone, please dig in, especially the princess’s cheek meat; it is super cute!
OP (Original Poster) replying to 3rd Comment: Please enjoy. The princess is meant to be paired with knight-miners! The transfer student and the honor student were both hand-picked by me to have CP chemistry with the princess. But I will never stop here; I am still looking for knights for our princess! I have just posted a photo of the princess in a maid outfit in the group. It is a video, warning: clothing being cut! You can see the, hehe, pink, bashful laugh.
Reply: Not a warning.
Reply: Not a warning [Drooling]
Reply: Not a warning [Licking lips]
Reply: Not a warning +576
376th Comment: Goddess, I DM’d you. Please let me into the group.
377th Comment: Goddess, I DM’d you too. Please, please, please add me to the group. My heart is crying with hunger!
567th Comment: Please, please, please [Crying]
OP (Pinned Comment): Please read the title clearly: “Princess-Nannies Only,” and it is limited to girls! You need a student ID to join! Only those who can accept this can enter! Stop coming here to steal pictures disguised as women, especially since some sisters have said their pictures were stolen and posted on some forum. I really do not want to talk about it. It is all search, search, search. It is full of cuckold fetishists! The thought of them fantasizing about the princess makes me want to vomit! Even though the princess is licked here and there until he is like a little wine glass, the princess is still a pure and cute little boy! Can’t you afford to eat? If no one is cooking for you, can’t you commission your own art? Poor, stingy, perverted men, get lost! My patience is limited [Smile].
768th Comment: I stumbled in here. Can someone explain to me what this riddle is? What do “princess,” “kitty,” and “tiger” mean? And what does “Nanny” mean?
769th Comment: Same question. I am very confused and do not understand. But you all look like you are having so much fun. Sharing the fun is better than having it alone; please explain.
Xu Chi almost commented on the “stumbled in” post asking for an explanation too. He had an intuition that “Princess” must refer to Yun Zhixue, and “Transfer Student” must refer to himself.
After all, Baby is his princess.
He looked at the first comment, imagined the scene, and his heart started racing as he felt his face heat up. He rubbed his nose. Good thing he did not get a nosebleed. He looked at the second comment again; if he were to lick his kitty Baby, he would probably hear him make meow sounds.
He silently switched apps to search for what “Nanny” meant.
Baidu Explanation: Nanny equals Shou (bottom) BL-oriented, pro-Shou, solo-fan, Shou-position. It usually refers to liking a character who is in the bottom position. Nannies are divided into clay-sculpting fans (who project their own personality onto the character) and rectification fans.
Xu Chi did not understand. He searched them one by one. He still did not get the BL/Shou terms, but he understood solo-fan, bottom-position, and clay-sculpting. He even felt as if he had awakened to something; he automatically identified as a clay-sculpting fan of his Baby.
He is Baby’s husband, and Baby is cute, pure, beautiful, delicate, exquisite, fragile, kind, and soft.
After understanding this, he read the post again. Hehehe. Baby, lick lick. The text alone was so delicious; he could not imagine seeing the photos and then practicing with Baby. Hehehe. Xu Chi gave an evil laugh and wiped away his drool.
Then he frowned. Who is this honor student? I am Baby’s husband, do you hear me? Stop trying to pair my wife with random husbands. You want more? He wanted to report the post again. He frowned and copied the comments into his notes.
“Little wine glass.” What does that mean? Another term? Xu Chi flashed to another app, searching and looking until he understood it with his natural talent for such things.
Xu Chi could not help but wonder if it was really possible. Can he really secrete that much sweet nectar? That is impossible, right? But maybe not. He had never seen anyone else who was pink and smooth there. Maybe Baby had a lot of sweet nectar. Even if he did not, if he licked him enough, he would.
He copied and pasted more into his notes.
He wanted to join the group to see Baby’s beautiful photos, but he needed a student ID, and it was for girls only. And Baby’s photos were being watched by so many people, talking about sweet things and wanting to lick. Is he your wife? Why are you licking him?
He felt annoyed.
He sent a private message directly to the OP, offering 100,000 to buy all of Baby’s photos, including mental damages for the OP to dissolve the group.
The OP happened to be online. She looked at the comments praising the princess, all lick lick, drool, “So cute, I want to bite,” and “I want to drink the princess’s nectar.” She laughed to herself. Then she saw the disgusting comments popping up, clearly men pretending to be women, and deleted them one by one.
She was an art student. She loved to draw during class. She did not like watching TV dramas or anime; she just liked reading novels. Every time a friend would show her a picture of some celebrity, saying how good-looking they were, trying to get her agreement, she would just smile and say nothing. She really could not get real-life 3D people.
Until this morning. She was going to school with her backpack as usual, but it did not contain books; it had breakfast for her classmates and a charged power bank. She had been carrying this breakfast and power bank since middle school, earning enough money to read her novels without spending her own. She had been doing this for years.
The path to school was exceptionally crowded and bustling. Because she stayed up late reading, she had dark circles under her eyes, her shoulders were slumped, and she was yawning. She was not in high spirits.
Until a commotion and panic broke out in the crowd behind her. It was exactly like the exaggerated, cliché perfect idol entrance in the novel she had dropped yesterday. Because it was too exaggerated, she had abandoned it, but this piqued her interest.
With just one glance, she suddenly understood: it was not that she did not like real people; she just had not met anyone beautiful enough to shatter the dimensional barrier. The person looked like they were sculpted from ice and snow, carved from jade, like the bright moon and pear blossoms.
One glance lasted a lifetime; it instantly struck her heart.
When she arrived at the classroom, she found there were many more people like her. She spent her class drawing. She loved Yun Zhixue, and of course, she hoped everyone would love him. She did not have restrictions on joining the group at first, until a sister DM’d her that someone was stealing pictures and sent her a link.
Following the sister’s instructions, after many twists and turns, she found her way in.
The forum was in complete chaos. “Wife, let me lick your [censored], wife, clamp tight, raise your little butt. Wife, sit on my face, wife, if the little thing is useless, lock it up and keep producing milk for me to drink. Wife, let me drink your nectar.” The nectar was fine, but holy water? That was too much. You guys are too greedy, drinking this and that. There were various photos; some commissioned, some stolen. The comments were a dance of demons, and there was even verbal abuse! She reported them one by one. Get lost, you foul-mouthed trash!
The key was that they were just talking big, but they actually wanted to do it! Who knew what they were doing with the photos? Look in the mirror; you would not even qualify to be cannon fodder number ten or eleven. This definitely would not do. She simply decided to ban them all.
She checked her DMs, sending out the group ID, and then saw a message offering 100,000 to buy out the photos.
She sneered; this was not the first person to talk big like this. She just needed to send the payment QR code and say, “Pay half first.” This person would naturally run away.
But she did not expect the Alipay to actually chime, a payment of 50,000. She froze, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
Wife, wuu wuu, do you know your husband is me? Thanks to you, I have made my first bucket of gold in life. As expected, those who love their wives prosper.
Sorry to the sisters in the group and the other husbands of the wife. But your big husband will continue to work hard.
She sent the photos over: swimsuits, kitties, ballet, maid outfits, cotton doll versions.
Xu Chi received the photos, putting his phone down and picking it up again. Clenching his fists, his face was beaming. So cute, I miss my wife. I can try this later, and this, and this. I want to try them all.
X: Remember to disband the group. Do not circulate the photos; this is a buyout. Delete the post too. I have sent the final payment.
Xu Chi enjoyed them one by one. Although some were drawn incorrectly, just imagining these fantasies on his Baby made his blood surge and the veins in his arms bulge. He took out Baby’s underwear from the paper bag, the one he wore against his skin.
It was pure white with a bow.
It was such a tiny piece of fabric. He spread it out in his palm and could faintly smell the fragrance, especially from the center piece. Without hesitation, he placed the piece of fabric over his face, pressing the center against the tip of his nose. He took a deep breath.
His eyes, not covered by the fabric, showed visible intoxication, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He imagined himself kneeling like the photos, head tilted back, smothered in the fragrance.
He had no experience at first; Baby was too small and too tender; he would definitely be very careful. But gradually, he could not control himself, and the force increased, overwhelming him.
Yun Zhixue had one leg on the ballet barre, just supporting himself on one leg. Having no athletic foundation, Yun Zhixue would surely be trembling.
It was not until Yun Zhixue was about to collapse onto the floor that Xu Chi would pull Yun Zhixue’s waist and place it against his face.
The tiny piece of fabric was sucked into a distorted shape.
Just as Xu Chi was immersed in his fantasy, there was a knock on the door. The butler’s voice came through the door: “Second Young Master, the Eldest Young Master asks you to go to the study.”
Xu Chi frowned impatiently, quickly folding the fragrant piece of fabric and tucking it into his pocket. By the time he opened the door, his face had returned to his usual nonchalant expression. “Got it.”
In the study, Qi Qian was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door. Outside, the night was thick and impenetrable, making his silhouette appear even taller and colder. Hearing the movement, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over Xu Chi with no warmth.
“Sit.”
Xu Chi sat down on the sofa in a slovenly manner, one leg draped over the other. “If you have something to say, say it.” His fingers brushed his pocket unconsciously, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction curling at the corner of his mouth.
“What was going on between you and Yun Zhixue at the coffee shop today?” Qi Qian got straight to the point. His voice was flat, but his fingertips gripping the fountain pen turned slightly white.
Xu Chi sneered. “None of your damn business. What, envious and jealous? Little Xue and I are currently in love. Keep your old, dusty business to yourself and stop trying to disgust people.” He paused, deliberately emphasizing his tone. “Oh, by the way, tomorrow is Saturday. I am going on a date with Little Xue to officially confess my feelings.”
Qi Qian’s eyes turned sharp, Disgust plus five. Yun Zhixue, who was curled up on the sofa being coaxed by his brother to drink digestive soup, blinked in confusion. What happened now?
Yun Zhixue thought he could not drink anymore and asked softly, “Are you full, or does it taste bad?”
Yun Zhixue shook his head and said in a soft voice, “A little full, but I can drink a little more. It does not taste bad; it is delicious.” Then he lowered his head and continued drinking.
Qi Qian looked at his brother by blood, who was full of triumph at the prospect of being with his sweetheart. He did not speak; he just signaled for Xu Chi to leave.
What else could he say? Should he tell them not to be together? Would Xu Chi listen? And Yun Zhixue.
Qi Qian’s heart was in chaos now. He did not understand why he was suddenly so concerned about Yun Zhixue. Like him? That was impossible; Yun Zhixue’s despicable character had always ruled that out.
But if he did not like him, why was his mind full of Yun Zhixue’s image?
Even just saying the name caused a strange, burning, bitter sensation to roll over his heart.
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring into the distance. Whenever he was tired from work, looking at the scenery outside would calm him down. But today he stood for a long time, and his heart remained in turmoil.
He frowned in irritation, took out his phone from the desk, and opened a private album. It was the photo he had looked at countless times. It was the person in the photo wearing a pink camisole dress. Their eyes were pure and dazed, their skin white with pink cheeks, their lips red; it was a soft posture of complete defenselessness.
The moment he saw the photo, it felt as if his blood was flowing backward and his heart was racing. Qi Qian’s brows knit tighter. He suspected something was wrong with his body. He booked a full physical examination for himself, and then, hesitantly, he also booked an appointment with a psychologist. It was on Monday; he could not let it interfere with work.
Suddenly, a message notification popped up.
It was a photo sent by Yun Zhixue. It was even more revealing than the one from yesterday.
It caused Qi Qian’s pupils to earthquake, as if the sound of his own heartbeat could reach his eardrums.