Lin Min’s breath suddenly seized. He instinctively wanted to retreat as Xie Mingyuan’s chilling words slithered into his ears like venomous snakes. Every syllable carried a palpable killing intent, and he could feel the icy sensation coiling around his ankles beginning to tighten.
“Mingyuan, please do not,” Lin Min said.
The words slipped out of Lin Min’s mouth before he could stop them. In the next heartbeat, the ghost’s freezing fingertips were thrust into his mouth. His upturned eyes widened in terror, and his face turned deathly pale. He did not understand what Xie Mingyuan meant; his only instinct was to save the player’s life. He could not see the horrific expression on the ghost’s face.
“Why not?” Xie Mingyuan’s voice dropped even lower, his cold lips brushing against Lin Min’s sensitive ear and bringing a sudden shiver. “Does your heart ache for him, baby? Do you think he is better than your husband? Or do you think he can make you feel better?”
“My baby is so greedy,” the ghost sighed.
He had thought that after seeing the disgusting true nature of these men, his wife would hide in his arms out of fear. Yet, his treasure repeatedly tried to spare them. Xie Mingyuan’s pupils shrank to pinpricks as he stared at the disgusting pest in the illusion holding the bandages. With a single glance, he allowed the repulsive scene to be consumed by a sudden, roaring fire. Listening to the crackling of the flames, a smile finally appeared on his handsome, sinister face.
“No, it is not like that!” Lin Min shook his head frantically.
He did not know how Xie Mingyuan was doing it. Although Fu Chenyuan’s hand was still firmly covering his ears, the man seemed completely unaware of the anomaly occurring right beside him.
“I only love my husband. I only like you. I only want to be by you,” Lin Min whispered.
His lips trembled as he spoke, and his moist, beautiful eyes fluttered with a pitiful shiver. Fearing that Xie Mingyuan would truly snap and kill Wei Chi in a fit of rage, Lin Min hurriedly tilted his face up and parted his damp, red lips, trying to coax him as he had in the past. His face was the picture of innocence, yet his methods for soothing a man were practiced. As if anticipating what was to come, his gentle features showed a hint of fear; the slight furrow of his brow only made him look more like someone meant to be bullied.
The ghost’s hand suddenly gripped his jaw. Lin Min’s lips were rubbed until they ached. Then, a cold sneer came from behind him.
“You are about to swallow another man’s filth, yet you claim to love your husband most?” the ghost asked, his tone bone-chilling.
As he spoke, Xie Mingyuan’s arm tightened around him, nearly sinking into the soft flesh of Lin Min’s waist.
“You touch his abdominal muscles and let him smell your fragrance. You have him completely mesmerized,” Xie Mingyuan said, pinching his cheek and staring intently at his wife’s parted lips. “You did not even notice the man was so aroused by you that he was bulging.”
He truly wanted to kill that man, but his wife was gripping him tightly and refusing to let go. Xie Mingyuan’s unstable ghostly energy fluctuated again. He had only won out over his wife’s other dog-like suitors because he was younger back then. His treasure liked young bodies, and now there was a subordinate even younger than him. Would his treasure still choose him?
When Xie Mingyuan was emotionally unstable, Lin Min was the first to suffer. He was harassed by the damp ghostly energy until his mouth felt sore, yet he still had not received the husband’s cold kiss. He realized that Xie Mingyuan would be very difficult to coax this time.
Thinking of a solution, a blush spread from the corners of Lin Min’s eyes to his snowy earlobes. He bit his lip. Even though he knew Fu Chenyuan and the others could not hear him, he whispered softly, “Mingyuan, I will only ever like you. I only like yours. They are not nearly as impressive as my husband. Only you can make me feel good.”
He turned around and hugged the ghost’s waist. In an act of desperate resignation, he proactively offered his pale face, searching for the man’s lips. He kissed him obediently. His expression was one of intense shame, looking like someone who begged to be bullied further. The beautiful husband, who had been pampered for so long, remained oblivious to the effect he had. Seeing no response from the man, his eyes began to shimmer with a pitiful, wet redness.
The fingers on his chin grew heavier. Lin Min felt a sense of defeat. Just as he was about to withdraw from the husband’s arms, the ghost finally supported his waist and pulled him into a full embrace. His mood seemed to improve slightly, and his large, cold hand began to massage Lin Min’s lower back carelessly. It was just like before. If he acted pitiful, the man would give in.
Lin Min’s eyes lit up. Just as he was about to strike while the iron was hot, he felt an indicative rub downward. Cold fingertips roamed over his skin. It seemed that after becoming a ghost, one’s personality underwent a certain change. The husband who used to be completely submissive now leaned maliciously toward his ear.
“You like your husband? Then how about we play a game, baby? I need to check if you have been good. Endure for ten minutes, and I will promise to let them go,” the ghost said.
Following his husband’s raspy voice, Lin Min felt a chill at his ankle moving upward. His legs trembled, and his beautiful, sightless eyes snapped wide. He could barely stand. The only sound in his ears was Xie Mingyuan’s low chuckle, reminding him not to let the others notice.
Lin Min knew this was Xie Mingyuan’s compromise. Though he knew his role was to be bullied, he had not expected this kind of bullying. Xie Mingyuan had never been like this before. This must be a drunken dream, he thought.
He pressed his legs together in embarrassment, terrified of being discovered. He endured the sensation, unaware that all the men’s eyes were currently fixed on him, watching his pink-tinged cheeks and watery eyes.
Before he could react, the hand over his ear was suddenly yanked away with force. Then, a hot palm gripped Lin Min’s wrist. Zhou Jin’s voice, thick with gritted teeth, rang in his ear. “Your face is so red. Does it make you happy to hear a man panting while he smells you? Are you regretting that you did not knock on his door again to be fed that filth?”
Zhou Jin was nearly exploding with rage. Especially seeing that the little widower, while listening to a man fantasize about him and do such disgusting things, was not angry at all but was actually making that kind of face. Was he that starved for it? Did he not care if his belly was ruined?
Not just him, but even the usually composed Fu Chenyuan had dropped his customary gentle smile. An unreadable, dark gaze fell upon the husband’s flushed cheeks. Was any man good enough for him? Fu Chenyuan felt a wave of inexplicable emotion.
Lin Min’s lower abdomen felt heavy and aching. In his dazed state, he was solely focused on keeping his legs tight and had not heard a word Zhou Jin said. He was afraid of being found out but did not dare make his movements too obvious. If the players discovered him, especially Zhou Jin, they would certainly mock him for it.
But the man refused to let go, gripping his wrist relentlessly. Lin Min instinctively moved back to hide, and his back bumped into a firm, muscular chest. A scorching hand fell onto his slender waist to steady him.
Lin Min shuddered. He was in no state to be touched right now; the slightest contact caused an uncontrollable tremor. His eyes widened. Zhou Jin was in front of him holding his arm, and Fu Chenyuan was to his right. That meant the person behind him could only be Wei Chi.
Thinking of the heavy breathing he had just heard, Lin Min immediately wanted to push him away. However, the man released him first with perfect decorum. Then, Zhou Jin pulled him back by the wrist.
Looking at the vanished illusion and the suddenly appearing Wei Chi, Zhou Jin’s expression was one of pure irritation. “Why were you grabbing him? Since when were you gay? Did you not get enough of a thrill smelling the little widower’s things in his room?”
The thought of the man secretly using the widower’s belongings to satisfy himself disgusted him. Even though the little widower did smell incredibly sweet, Zhou Jin’s expression was awkward. He wanted to continue mocking Wei Chi, but he noticed that the little widower leaning against him truly looked unwell. He looked wilted, and his legs seemed unable to support him. The straight player, who claimed to know a lot but actually had zero experience, knit his brows and looked over.
Zhou Jin forgot about Wei Chi for a moment. His inexplicable anger vanished at the sight of the husband’s pitiful expression. He let Lin Min lean against his chest and asked with a frown, “What is wrong? Why is your body so hot? Are you sick?”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his surroundings. The little widower had come here with Fu Chenyuan, and that insidious hypocrite loved tricking people into his traps during a dungeon crawl.
Lin Min’s face turned even redder. He had no way of explaining the situation to these straight men; he wanted nothing more than to lower his head and bury his face in his own chest. “I am fine. My legs just hurt a little. Let us leave quickly.”
He tried to walk away, but Zhou Jin blocked him with a frown and reached down to squeeze his leg.
“Why did you not tell me your leg hurt? Was it from the corner of the table earlier?” Zhou Jin’s fingers sank into the soft flesh of the thigh before he suddenly realized what he was doing and yanked his hand back.
A scene flashed through his mind: the little widower being pressed onto a table by the ghost, his soft thighs rubbed red. He cursed the lecherous ghost under his breath, yet his Adam’s apple bobbed in spite of himself.
As if to cover his tracks, Zhou Jin crouched down with a forced tone of impatience. “Get on. Do not delay us finding a way out. Let us get this straight: I can carry you, but do not take this opportunity to crawl on my back and touch me secretly. I am not like those men you try to bait. I am straight.”
Despite his words, Zhou Jin remained crouched on the floor with no intention of getting up. His fingers rubbed together unconsciously, as if recalling the soft texture from a moment ago.
Lin Min bit his lip. He wanted to say he could walk on his own. His beautiful, empty eyes instinctively looked forward, hoping someone would speak up for him. But Lin Min had forgotten that standing in front of him was Wei Chi, the tall, taciturn man who had been silent since his appearance. Receiving the gaze directed at him, Wei Chi almost immediately misinterpreted the meaning. His gaze fell upon the soft, white flesh of the legs.
Wei Chi had not expected the beautiful husband to look at him like that after seeing the illusion. Did he like him that much?
Wei Chi’s throat moved. Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Jin shot him a wary look and hoisted the soft legs up.
Lin Min was startled by the sudden loss of weight. More importantly, because of the thing inside him, he knit his brows and instinctively clamped his legs together with a whimper. He struggled at first, but the hot-blooded young student easily lifted him onto his back.
It was almost…
Before he could process it, he felt the large hands holding him stiffen. Zhou Jin had been steadily supporting the crooks of Lin Min’s knees, but the heat emanating from there made his fingertips go numb. It was a delicate sensation unlike anything he had felt. The inexperienced student’s breathing grew ragged. However, as Zhou Jin hoisted him higher to ensure the little widower would not slide off, he clearly felt a dampness touch his fingers.
What was that?
Zhou Jin’s fingers instinctively tightened.