DPM Chapter 18-Premeditated Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
The soldier’s eyes were half-closed, his body flushed with alcohol, face reddened, and lips slightly pouting.
Mozun bowed his head and considered the man in his arms, speaking in a subdued voice: “I know you’ve been coerced by me today, and I know even more that your heart isn’t glad at all.”
Raising his head, Mozun’s words drifted up towards the house in front of them. “But I assure you, you’ll be very……Happy tonight.”
Wu Xingyun muttered: “Sex won’t make people happy…”
Mozun smiled at that and didn’t answer. Keeping hold of Wu Xingyun, he continued onwards.
They went through the front door and into the courtyard, where a banner spelling out ‘Happiness’ twice had been hung. Then passing the living room, Mozun noticed pictures captured only that day already on the walls.
Going through the corridor, the light dimmed, dust dancing in the gloomy beams.
Upstairs, and finally at the bedroom, Mozun placed Wu Xingyun on a wide mattress, covered with crimson sheets.
Wu Xingyun tried to be vigilant, but his heart knew all the legalities were done. His mission completed.
His tautness eased away, his senses numb from the wine. He only felt tired and he didn’t want to stand up at all.
Mozun helped Wu Xingyun take off his shoes, then reached out for Wu Xingyun’s waistband.
Despite his stupor, Wu Xingyun tightly gripped his belt buckle.
Eyebrows raised, Mozun asked: “I thought we’d agreed to have sex tonight?”
Wu Xingyun nodded, shook his head, then nodded again, his expression confused. “I’ve complied with the most important part of the agreement. I hope you won’t violate it.”
Giving a slight laugh, Mozun said in an very low voice: “Alright. What I’ve said, I never go back on.”
Wu Xingyun’s hand on his belt loosened, his eyelids drooping down, trying to practice self-hypnotism. Thinking confusedly that soon he’d be fined two thousand sit-ups…Fortunately, he’d drunk wine, maybe things wouldn’t be painful for a while.
He’d heard a tremble in Mozun’s voice, but Mozun’s hands were unbuckling Wu Xingyun’s belt, pulling out shirttails, undoing buttons.
Then Wu Xingyun’s shirt was completely taken off.
Palms sweaty, Wu Xingyun felt he was sobering up, yet he understood he shouldn’t resist. Can’t resist.
Long, pale fingers undid Wu Xingyun’s pants. The cold metal buckle crossed over Wu Xingyun’s skin, leaving a trail of ice.
Then he felt his pants come down.
He couldn’t help his shaking, but clenched his teeth, trying to put himself in a trance. Telling himself to hold on, the female biologist was an alarmist…The Night Shard might be a premature ejaculator…It wouldn’t be that painful…Definitely not as painful as running ten kilometers cross-country, loaded down with equipment.
But imagined things didn’t happen. Instead, a soft, cozy quilt covered Wu Xingyun’s body.
Wu Xingyun opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, somewhat astonished.
That man stood impeccably dressed in his suit, not a single thread astray.
“No…Consummation?” Wu Xingyun, a tad confused and more than a little happy.
A melancholy expression on his face, Mozun replied: “I took off your clothes so you could rest more comfortably. As for the rest…”
Mozun’s voice became erratic again. “The night is young, there’s time.”
Wu Xingyun’s happiness faded at those words, yet for the time being there wasn’t a crisis. His mind relaxed.
Mozun sat down, poured a glass of water, then put it by the head of the bed. “I’m going back to the wedding party. Those people are my oldest friends, I can’t snub them. You take a break, you can be energetic later. If you get thirsty, drink this water. If you’re afraid I’ll plot against you, go ahead and boil it first.”
Peering at Mozun from under the quilt, Wu Xingyun wondered if Mozun really would try to take him out.
After thinking about it though, Wu Xingyun figured it that were the case, Mozun wouldn’t have bothered to superfluously undress him.
They were in Mozun’s territory, where Mozun had all the advantage and strength. He could do what he wanted, and who would stop him? Never mind if they were drunk or sober.
After using his foggy brain to reach such conclusions, Wu Xingyun closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Mozun continued sitting for a long time, staring blankly at Wu Xingyun.
Under the red bedding, the small, dark soldier was immersed in dreams. His face young, with a short haircut that looked awkwardly done.
Mozun sighed under his breath. “Unfortunately, what will happen tonight will only make you happy…You’ll be ecstatic…”
Wu Xingyun, long lost in slumber, didn’t register what Mozun said. He only unconsciously waved his hand twice, swatting away Mozun’s words like one would a mosquito.
DPM Chapter 18-Premeditated Part 2
Translated by Snowfall77
The soldier’s eyes were half-closed, his body flushed with alcohol, face reddened, and lips slightly pouting.
Mozun bowed his head and considered the man in his arms, speaking in a subdued voice: “I know you’ve been coerced by me today, and I know even more that your heart isn’t glad at all.”
Raising his head, Mozun’s words drifted up towards the house in front of them. “But I assure you, you’ll be very……Happy tonight.”
Wu Xingyun muttered: “Sex won’t make people happy…”
Mozun smiled at that and didn’t answer. Keeping hold of Wu Xingyun, he continued onwards.
They went through the front door and into the courtyard, where a banner spelling out ‘Happiness’ twice had been hung. Then passing the living room, Mozun noticed pictures captured only that day already on the walls.
Going through the corridor, the light dimmed, dust dancing in the gloomy beams.
Upstairs, and finally at the bedroom, Mozun placed Wu Xingyun on a wide mattress, covered with crimson sheets.
Wu Xingyun tried to be vigilant, but his heart knew all the legalities were done. His mission completed.
His tautness eased away, his senses numb from the wine. He only felt tired and he didn’t want to stand up at all.
Mozun helped Wu Xingyun take off his shoes, then reached out for Wu Xingyun’s waistband.
Despite his stupor, Wu Xingyun tightly gripped his belt buckle.
Eyebrows raised, Mozun asked: “I thought we’d agreed to have sex tonight?”
Wu Xingyun nodded, shook his head, then nodded again, his expression confused. “I’ve complied with the most important part of the agreement. I hope you won’t violate it.”
Giving a slight laugh, Mozun said in an very low voice: “Alright. What I’ve said, I never go back on.”
Wu Xingyun’s hand on his belt loosened, his eyelids drooping down, trying to practice self-hypnotism. Thinking confusedly that soon he’d be fined two thousand sit-ups…Fortunately, he’d drunk wine, maybe things wouldn’t be painful for a while.
He’d heard a tremble in Mozun’s voice, but Mozun’s hands were unbuckling Wu Xingyun’s belt, pulling out shirttails, undoing buttons.
Then Wu Xingyun’s shirt was completely taken off.
Palms sweaty, Wu Xingyun felt he was sobering up, yet he understood he shouldn’t resist. Can’t resist.
Long, pale fingers undid Wu Xingyun’s pants. The cold metal buckle crossed over Wu Xingyun’s skin, leaving a trail of ice.
Then he felt his pants come down.
He couldn’t help his shaking, but clenched his teeth, trying to put himself in a trance. Telling himself to hold on, the female biologist was an alarmist…The Night Shard might be a premature ejaculator…It wouldn’t be that painful…Definitely not as painful as running ten kilometers cross-country, loaded down with equipment.
But imagined things didn’t happen. Instead, a soft, cozy quilt covered Wu Xingyun’s body.
Wu Xingyun opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, somewhat astonished.
That man stood impeccably dressed in his suit, not a single thread astray.
“No…Consummation?” Wu Xingyun, a tad confused and more than a little happy.
A melancholy expression on his face, Mozun replied: “I took off your clothes so you could rest more comfortably. As for the rest…”
Mozun’s voice became erratic again. “The night is young, there’s time.”
Wu Xingyun’s happiness faded at those words, yet for the time being there wasn’t a crisis. His mind relaxed.
Mozun sat down, poured a glass of water, then put it by the head of the bed. “I’m going back to the wedding party. Those people are my oldest friends, I can’t snub them. You take a break, you can be energetic later. If you get thirsty, drink this water. If you’re afraid I’ll plot against you, go ahead and boil it first.”
Peering at Mozun from under the quilt, Wu Xingyun wondered if Mozun really would try to take him out.
After thinking about it though, Wu Xingyun figured it that were the case, Mozun wouldn’t have bothered to superfluously undress him.
They were in Mozun’s territory, where Mozun had all the advantage and strength. He could do what he wanted, and who would stop him? Never mind if they were drunk or sober.
After using his foggy brain to reach such conclusions, Wu Xingyun closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Mozun continued sitting for a long time, staring blankly at Wu Xingyun.
Under the red bedding, the small, dark soldier was immersed in dreams. His face young, with a short haircut that looked awkwardly done.
Mozun sighed under his breath. “Unfortunately, what will happen tonight will only make you happy…You’ll be ecstatic…”
Wu Xingyun, long lost in slumber, didn’t register what Mozun said. He only unconsciously waved his hand twice, swatting away Mozun’s words like one would a mosquito.
