Pitiful Widower (18)

Xue Ci's face was so hot that there was nowhere for it to dissipate.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on her delicate nose, as if she had been bullied badly, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly.

Seeing that Lucius was about to come closer to look, he immediately closed the diary.

"No, you're not allowed to look... It's wrong to look into other people's privacy."

Xue Ci was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say. After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to utter a sentence that sounded really silly.

He exhaled a puff of hot air, his eyelids drooping, his fingers pressing tightly against the book cover.

Lucius looked at the beautiful face—he didn't like Song Xueci speaking to him in a tone of elder, even though they weren't that many years apart in age.

It's just that his brother is too old.

Every time he came to the house and saw the two of them doing it, he felt that his brother was an old cow eating young grass.

Xue Ci bit her lip, her brows furrowed with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance. Although she was clearly in a bad mood, her face still looked so alluring that it seemed inviting to provoke her.

Even her temper tantrums sound like she's being affectionate.

No wonder his brother loves her so much.

Lucius held his breath and stepped back slightly. "I've been here a few times, and I've never looked through it. I only found out about it today when you came. I'm just here to wash the clothes in your closet."

Xue Ci seemed to see the man's tail wagging behind him.

One end, one end.

Is he waiting for praise?

Xue Ci tentatively said, "... Thank you."

He saw Lucius touch his nose, his ear tips turning slightly red.

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Lucius changed the subject. "Are you staying here tonight, or going back to your friend's?"

Before Xue Ci answer, he added, "It's best not to go back. That's a slum; all sorts of people live there. Just now, someone whistled at you when we left."

Each of them was tall and strong, a head taller than Xue Ci, and could be picked up with one hand, so they were bound to bully her quite often.

If he hadn't been there, they probably would have surrounded him immediately.

Lucius's eyes darkened, a bloodthirsty urge surging within him, which he suppressed with barely restraint. "Where have you been all this time? Have you had any money to spend?"

Xue Ci could feel Lucius's concern, and gently patted his arm. "Don't worry about me, I'm all grown up now, but I'll stay here tonight and tomorrow."

Lucius frowned. "Where to go next?"

Xue Ci: "Go back to work."

Seeing that Lucius was about to ask further, Xue Ci changed the subject. "Are there any blankets here?"

Lucius's lips curled into a cold smile; he was clearly unhappy about being asked to leave, but he still replied, "In another room."

"Can you take me there?"

The two went to the room next door, which was spacious and had all the items neatly arranged.

Xue Ci found the blanket and subconsciously bent down to smell it.

It seems Lucius not only comes back often to clean, but also airs out the blankets; there's not a trace of dampness or mustiness.

It's a bit heavy, though.

Xue Ci struggled to lift it, but the next second, her hand was empty.

Lucius had already taken the blanket and walked into the bedroom without saying a word.

Xue Ci smiled slightly from behind, "Thank you, little brother."

Lucius's straight back trembled slightly.

He couldn't understand why Song Xueci could make him do things willingly without saying a word.

Young noblemen rarely did these chores of serving others, so their movements were a little clumsy when making the bed, but it was nothing serious.

Xue Ci lay down on the bed and tried it out.

Neither hard nor soft.

The sheets smell nice too.

He looked up at Lucius: "Would you like to stay the night?"

Lucius's breath almost stopped. "... What?"

"It's already quite late." Xue Ci was actually a little scared of living in such a large house, especially since there were unknown creatures in this world. He subtly wanted to keep Lucius with him. "You used to stay here often, right? Is that your room across the street?"

Lucius didn't hesitate and said calmly, "Then I'll have to sleep on the floor in your room."

Xue Ci in confusion.

My room hasn't been cleaned; it's dusty.

Perhaps she was already tired, or perhaps she simply didn't care, but Xue Ci didn't suspect that Lucius only had people tidy up her and her husband's bedroom every time he came.

Lucius appeared aloof and unapproachable, but he was exceptionally conscientious in his work, quickly setting up the bedding and turning off the lights on the first floor and in the hallway. From the outside, the small villa, which hadn't been lit for a long time, reflected two figures of vastly different sizes in the windows.

Xue Ci didn't turn off the light immediately. He huddled under the thin blanket and flipped through the diary again, trying to find some clues.

Of course, there's no way to examine it closely.

I read it almost at a glance.

Even so, Xue Ci wanted to close the book several times during the process. The content was far too explicit and direct, detailing their lovemaking sessions.

Whether it was the first time they met, when they went straight to a small hotel and Erland held him and did it three times, eventually soaking the hotel sheets; or on their wedding day, when the ceremony left him exhausted and his husband still licked him until he came in the middle of the night.

"His stomach always bulges out, like he's swallowed something terrible, and he often cries and begs me not to be so harsh, saying he'll get hurt."

"But I know that if I don't put in the effort, I won't satisfy Xiao Ci."

"If Xiao Ci isn't satisfied, she'll leave me."

Xue Ci bit her lip tightly, and thick steam rose from the gap, filling the entire quilt with his fragrance.

The diary entries reveal that at first, she couldn't accept her husband's fierceness and frequency. Their physical differences were already quite significant, and she would often faint from excessive vaginal discharge in the middle of the night.

But the succubus's constitution allowed him to recover quickly.

The husband, who was supposed to rest, thought he was not satisfied and would continue holding him.

Xue Ci through the pages quickly, her fingers trembling as she turned them.

"Xiao Ci is asking for it more and more often every day. If this continues, one day she will be consumed by desire."

"The fourth time tonight, he cried and peed on me."

We need to find a way to terminate the contract.

contract...

What contract?

Xue Ci couldn't remember anything, but he felt it must be related to the markings on his stomach.

Continue flipping through the pages.

The two must have had an argument at some point, as there was no entry in the diary for a week.

Later, he was captured by Erland in a rented room in the slums.

He was clutching the blanket tightly, the patterns on his lower abdomen glowing crimson, his face flushed, and he was almost unconscious.

After returning home, he didn't get out of bed for three days.

Xue Ci her head and lifted the corner of her clothes.

The stretch marks on my stomach haven't appeared yet, but it feels faintly hot.

Would you like to turn off the lights?

Lucius's low voice drifted through the blankets, somewhat muffled, making it difficult to discern the distance.

Xue Ci was startled, afraid that the other person would lift the blanket and discover what he was doing. Her thin red fingers clutched the corner of the blanket. "Wait, wait a minute, I'll turn it off... You rest."

He heard Lucius respond, followed by the sound of him lying down.

Relieved, Xue Ci quickly flipped to the last page and noticed that the date was May 27th.

She didn't even know when her husband had the accident.

Xue Ci felt a strange sense of loss. He hid his diary under his pillow and finally poked his head out from under the damp blanket.

A fine mist rose from his face, his eyebrows and eyes were wet, his eyelashes were damp, and a small curl of hair stood up at the back of his head.

Lucius couldn't take his eyes off him.

Even with the lights off, as an ancient nocturnal creature, he could still clearly see Xue Ci's every expression and movement.

Succubi have very poor eyesight.

Sure enough, Xue Ci couldn't see anything clearly, her expression was somewhat confused, and she carefully moved towards the bedside in small steps.

Getting closer and closer.

"Hmm..."

Xue Ci felt as if she had tripped over something.

Realizing he had fallen on Lucius, he quickly apologized and hurriedly scrambled to his feet.

Lucius must exercise regularly; he has a lot of solid muscles, and he gets harder the more you touch him.

Xue Ci felt a little uncomfortable from the pressure.

Finally back in bed, just as he was about to close his eyes, Lucius got up and left.

Xue Ci and ignored him, turning over and falling into a deep sleep.

In a daze, he felt a cold wind sneaking into the blankets, and then his fingers were firmly held, the icy coldness invading between his fingers.

Soon, he was tightly embraced by an invisible, tall figure, and the mattress beside him sank in.

Xue Ci had a very long dream.

It was less of a dream and more of a recollection of memories related to her husband.

This time he finally saw Erland's face clearly.

The man had the elegant, traditional features of a Europe nobleman: tall, with a gentle demeanor, yet exuding an unapproachable aloofness.

When Xue Ci's wrist was grabbed while she was stealing the wallet, she shuddered at the cold touch of the other person's fingers.

It was winter, and he was dressed lightly. His dirty cheeks were red from the wind, and his lips were tinged with grease.

"No, please don't take me to the police..."

Xue Ci's eyelashes trembled; she wanted to break free and run away.

The man didn't seem to be using any strength, yet he couldn't break free at all and was forced to drag himself forward, stumbling and falling like a helpless stray kitten.

Xue Ci had never been to a police station before. He subconsciously imagined that it was full of fierce and menacing bad people whose clothes were so dirty that they were invisible to the naked eye, and who smelled terrible.

As he drew closer to the nearby police officers on duty, he pleaded, his voice trembling with tears, "Sir... please don't..."

As if he had no other choice, he sniffed and blurted out, "I'm willing to do 'that' with you!"

"This is my first time..."

His voice was soft, yet it reached Erland's ears clearly.

The man, whose expression had been calm and composed, finally frowned slightly.

Many young men and women in this area would solicit business on the roadside. Erland never let them get close, but unexpectedly, this little beggar also... did this kind of business.

He looks about the same age as Lucius, still in school.

Erland was not a cold person. He released Xue Ci and saw that her slender, fair wrist immediately turned red.

Her tone softened with pity. "Don't do that again."

Xue Ci: "Thank you, sir..."

His voice was muffled and he was listlessly preparing to leave when Erland suddenly handed him a wad of banknotes. "It's been very cold these past few days, don't go out anymore. If you want to go to school, you can come find me; I come to church often."

Erland's meaning was clear: he didn't want the young boy to go astray.

"I'm already twenty-one, I don't need to go to school anymore..."

Xue Ci something under her breath, then gratefully thanked her after taking the money.

The police were nearby, and as they got closer, he grabbed the money and left immediately.

That frail figure vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Erland looked down at his hands; the delicate touch remained.

He recalled the little beggar's red nose and thought that Lucius was still missing someone his own age, so perhaps he could take in this homeless kitten.

result.

He was fooled by the cat.

After searching two streets, he saw Xue Ci using the same trick to swindle a man out of his wallet, and she was squatting in a corner counting the banknotes.

"So little...?"

Xue Ci sighed.

His drooping eyelashes were thick and long, like those of a doll displayed in a shop window.

Just as I was about to get up, a shadow loomed over me.

Xue Ci raised her face.

A magnified, mature, and handsome face was very close.

The man had pale skin, a straight nose, thin lips, and pale blue pupils that gave him an aloof and indifferent air.

That face was expressionless, yet it sent chills down your spine.

Xue Ci reacted quickly and tried to run away, but was easily grabbed by the collar.

Didn't I already give you the money?

The man's voice was cold.

Xue Ci: "... I was just about to return it to him."

A liar who's always spouting lies.

Erland felt that he must have been bewitched by that pitiful and innocent face, so no matter what, he would never believe Xue Ci again when she said "I am willing to accompany him" and "It is the first time".

He asked in a cold voice, "If the owner of this wallet were to hand you over to the police, would you say the same thing to him?"

"Or have you said this to many men?"

His voice carried the oppressive aura of someone accustomed to a superior position, and Xue Ci felt she had no chance of escape this time, so she mustered all her strength to beg for mercy.

But there was nothing he could do; he was no match for his opponent's strength.

This time, we really have to hand him over to the police...

Xue Ci's eyelids twitched, her heart pounded, and before she could think, she blurted out the words—

"I'm very soft."

I haven't told anyone this.

"Sir, you are the first one."

"I'm willing to go with you, please..."

"No, don't do this..."

The final tone softened completely, and a rich aroma filled the mouth.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" The policeman was very perceptive. He could tell from Erland's clothes that he was a wealthy man, and he instinctively thought that Elland was being pestered by a beggar on the street.

After saying that, he finally turned his gaze to the little beggar's face, and couldn't help but gasp when he saw it.

He rarely saw such a beautiful Asian face.

The view was quickly blocked, and the elegant, aloof nobleman frowned at the policeman. "It's nothing."

The tension on the little beggar's face immediately eased a bit.

The police saw a tall man holding a handsome boy's hand as they walked towards another street.

*

"Sir, thank you... I really know I was wrong."

Xue Ci didn't understand why Erland suddenly changed his mind, but it was clear that the other party had no intention of letting him off the hook.

"Sir, where are you taking me?"

Xue Ci was scared, so she could only obediently let him lead her forward.

Erland's jawline was very defined, and his profile exuded a captivating, aloof charm.

His shoulders were broad, Xue Ci could be completely held in his arms.

A few seconds later, the man finally spoke, "I hate it when people lie to me."

Xue Ci stammered, "I'm sorry..."

Erland tightened his grip. "You've already fooled me once, I won't fool me a second time."

I'm not lying to you anymore.

Xue Ci raised her face, looking at him with a mixture of nervousness and confusion.

"Am I the first man you've ever invited like this?" Erland suddenly asked.

Such a tone is completely unlike what two people would say to each other upon first meeting, especially since their acquaintance was anything but romantic.

On the contrary... there was a hint of jealousy.

Xue Ci cautiously, "I've never said that to any other man."

Yeah, right.

That's what he used to get Bill to take him home.

Xue Ci was truly incapable of lying, and feeling guilty, she watched Erland's reaction.

Erland's face remained expressionless, and his tone was indifferent.

But what he said was completely different.

I don't like being lied to.

"So this time, I will inspect it myself."

Author's Note:

Tomorrow I'll write about my baby's first time with the real deadbeat and Bill [poor][poor][poor] Waaah, my little mouth is going to be so busy!