The Tagalong if Route (06)

Lu Zhoucheng felt lightheaded all over.

After touching Song Xueci glanced at his arm.

It's obvious that his older brother is too old to satisfy him, and he prefers his younger body.

This somewhat ambiguous intimate contact made Lu Zhoucheng's heart pound, even faster than when he was sneaking a kiss on his sister-in-law's thigh.

He silently swallowed, accepting Lu Bo'an's cold gaze.

For some reason, when his brother saw him sitting so close to his sister-in-law, he didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed; instead, he felt a strange sense of pleasure.

He relaxed and rested his arm on the sofa behind Xue Ci.

They seem very close.

Xue Ci was unaware of the undercurrent between the two brothers. Lu Bo'an had been very rough last night, and he hadn't fully recovered his strength. He was huddled on the sofa, his gaze blank, his whole body slumped as if he had no bones.

What is this person made of? A marshmallow? Otherwise, how can it look so soft?

Lu Zhoucheng knew he was weak.

He secretly tried it; Song Xueci's legs could almost bend up to her ears.

His brother last night probably went even further than that.

It seems like they haven't done "that" for a month; his brother's face clearly shows he's sexually frustrated.

Lu Zhoucheng suppressed the slight irritation in his heart, cleared his throat, and suddenly leaned close to Song Xueci's ear. "Do you want me to massage your legs?"

Xue Ci was stunned.

When he usually ordered the other person around like this, the young master always had a humiliated expression on his face.

Why are you offering to help today?

Before he could think, his calf was grabbed and pulled away.

Her slender ankles were held by Lu Zhoucheng's hands, which had just finished military training and were still recovering, revealing a fragile paleness.

The protruding foot bone has a perfect curve, and upon closer inspection, you can see bluish-purple veins.

In short, it makes you want to lick it and take a bite.

Lu Zhoucheng carried Lu Bo'an on his back, his gaze intense.

He hasn't licked here yet; he'll lick here next time.

Once the idea came to him, he decided to implement it almost without hesitation.

Song Xueci's feet were even smaller than those of an average boy, fair and clean, without any calluses or rough skin.

Her toes were tender and plump, like pearls.

Lu Zhoucheng exerted force with his fingertips, his breathing became unsteady, and his peripheral vision followed Song Xueci's calf upwards.

Xue Ci wasn't very wary; at home, she always wore loose loungewear and shorts.

The fabric is hanging down like this, you can almost see down there.

Lu Zhoucheng felt that doing these things was more exciting with his brother present.

He was so hot that the veins on his arms were bulging, and his sister-in-law was still staring blankly at him, wondering if he was tired.

"Fine."

Lu Zhoucheng's expression was indifferent, which made it easier for others to feel guilty.

"I'll do it."

Lu Bo'an, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up.

Lu Zhoucheng glanced at Song Xueci, Xue Ci pouted but didn't reply or even look at him.

He was so happy he felt like he was on cloud nine.

"Brother, I'm not tired. It's my sister-in-law who looks a bit tired; I usually help her—"

Song Xueci covered his mouth, her eyes wide, afraid of revealing the fact that she usually bossed people around at will.

"Your mouth is a little dry, would you like some water? Or some fruit?"

He moved closer to Lu Zhoucheng, trying to change the subject.

Little did they know, when they got nervous, their eyelashes trembled violently.

... So beautiful.

The rich aroma assaulted Lu Zhoucheng's nostrils, and the boy lowered his eyes and nodded.

Xue Ci then let go.

He stared at the layer of moisture in his palm, looking somewhat disgusted.

I think I accidentally brushed against the other person's tongue just now.

Xue Ci ignored all of that; he was too lazy to get up, his legs still draped over Lu Zhoucheng. Only then did he reluctantly glance at Lu Bo'an.

The CEO may appear cold and aloof in public, but he's adept at reading people's expressions at home.

Lu Bo'an went to the kitchen and was distracted while washing the fruit, his mind filled with the intimate actions of Xue Ci and his brother earlier.

Even though they're all family and both men, there's always a need for the sister-in-law and brother to avoid any appearance of impropriety.

A man's intuition made him wary of his own younger brother.

*

After lunch, Lu Zhoucheng had to go back to school, Xue Ci took the opportunity to do her task.

In front of Lu Bo'an, he pretended to be a kind elder and packed some cakes and snacks for Lu Zhoucheng to take to school and share with his roommates.

Lu Zhoucheng gave a faint "oh" and stared at Xue Ci's lips, which were pink and plump with small, upturned corners, looking very inviting.

He hadn't kissed Song Xueci yet.

His malicious actions after the time stop were all for revenge; he just wanted to see Song Xueci unable to hold back her climax in front of him. How could he possibly kiss her?

But... Song Xueci's lips look so kissable.

After returning to his dorm, Lu Zhoucheng boasted to his roommates. Over the next few days, the thought of kissing Song Xueci gradually grew stronger, like a drop of water in the mist, until it became uncontrollable and turned into wanting to date Song Xueci.

What is he thinking?

Lu Zhoucheng opened his phone.

During this time, he couldn't help but want to contact Song Xueci.

The other party replies very slowly; the waiting time feels like an eternity.

When did Lu Zhoucheng, with his spoiled young master's temper, become so humble and wait for someone?

Just when he was at his most impatient, news from Song Xueci finally arrived.

He pretended to wait two minutes before opening the app, but after seeing a perfunctory "oh" in the chat box, Lu Zhoucheng was so angry that he wanted to stop time immediately, go find Song Xueci, and make him climax.

Fortunately, Song Xueci still had a conscience; after serving her for so long, she finally typed a little more. "[Are you coming back this weekend?]"

Lu Zhoucheng: [Busy.]

Song Xueci did not reply immediately.

Lu Zhoucheng sent a bunch of messages: [The basketball club is busy. They keep saying I'm strong and skilled, and that they can't win games without me.]

[I didn't hang out with any shady people.]

I usually spend time alone.

Xue Ci had just finished two classes and was stretching when her phone started lighting up non-stop.

Duan Zeran, reminded her, "You got a message on WeChat. Is your husband coming to pick you up from work again?"

Knowing that she and Lu Bo'an were always at odds, Xue Ci her head, her small face serious. "Leaving work now is considered absenteeism."

"..." Duan Zeran chuckled softly.

Xue Ci confused. She opened WeChat, and Lu Zhoucheng's message was still coming in: [You want me to go back this weekend?]

He casually scrolled through the previous messages, not understanding the other person's true meaning, and replied with the last sentence: [You forgot, you said you'd bring me the out-of-print comic book you bought last time.]

Besides doing the tasks, Xue Ci also really wanted to watch it.

[Are you lying to me on purpose? You didn't actually buy it.]

Less than a minute later, Lu Zhoucheng sent a photo. It was a picture of a comic book cover, but Chao Jue inadvertently revealed the veins on his arm.

He saw the trick online, which said that people who have strong fingers usually like this.

Unfortunately, Xue Ci's attention was focused on the comic book. Her eyes lit up: [Remember to come back!]

The other party kept sending messages, but Xue Ci was about to go help the PE teacher keep an eye on the students, so she didn't continue chatting.

Still not satisfied with loading the goods, he sent a message saying "whatever," and then scrolled through the chat box several times, as if doing a reading comprehension exercise.

As his heart tingled, Lu Zhoucheng felt as if something had appeared on his neck.

--Dog leash.

He's about to be completely seduce by Song Xueci.

*

stadium.

"Teacher Xiao Xue, could you come and help me?"

"Teacher, I also need your help here."

"Little teacher, weren't you supposed to help me stretch my legs?"

These high school students were at the age of rapid growth, and with their balanced nutrition and attention to exercise, almost everyone was a head taller than Xue Ci.

He ran around among the students, and all you could see were his fair arms and rosy cheeks.

Now we need to help a tall boy do sit-ups by pressing his legs down.

Perhaps she was feeling unwell, or perhaps the other person was too strong, Xue Ci couldn't hold him down with her hands at all.

The boy's voice was a little hoarse. "T-Teacher, how about you just sit on me?"

Xue Ci in confusion.

The boy looked away. "Well... I've seen other teachers do it this way too, it seems to save effort."

Their Teacher Xiao Xue, is so small; he can pick her up with one hand, and I bet even if someone sat on him, he couldn't weigh them down.

Xue Ci thought it made sense and immediately sat on his lap.

The boy was forced to sit up.

Actually, they had all stood up as soon as they smelled Xue Ci's scent, but their school sports uniforms were long and covered up the scent, so it was hard to notice even if they got close.

Seeing the boy being ridden by Xue Ci's legs looking like he was about to climax, the group of people became jealous and surrounded Xue Ci, all clamoring to have one too.

Riding on someone's leg, sitting on someone's back, keeping your back in an awkward position... Xue Ci found it all strange.

But he knew that wasn't what the students meant; they simply wanted to exercise.

Feeling really unwell, Xue Ci no choice but to ask the class monitor to look after her temporarily.

The class monitor's name is Yu Cheng. He's a tall boy who doesn't talk much and looks unapproachable, but he actually has a very good temper.

Xue Ci it, and while giving him instructions, she would occasionally bite her lip to avoid making strange noises.

Yu Cheng kept staring at him.

Xue Ci assumed he was listening attentively, patted him on the shoulder, told everyone to attend class obediently and listen to the class monitor, and then left.

The group of boys stared at that slender figure, each one looking like a starving wolf cub waiting to be nursed.

"Am I just delirious from hunger? Why does Teacher Xiao Xue really smell like milk?"

"I smell it too."

"Of course he'd help me stretch my legs since you were so close!"

The photos had already been circulating in the group chat; they were photos of Xue Ci helping a boy stretch his legs. The camera zoomed in on his face, and even his somewhat restrained expression was clearly visible.

A group of people stared at their phones, completely silent, except for the sound of some people swallowing.

After everyone had saved their photos, someone suddenly blurted out, "Did he really have something stuck in his crotch? Otherwise, why is his face so red?"

"It might be hot."

"You guys should be a little more reserved, don't act like hungry wolves."

"I just zoomed in on the photo, and it looks a little wet and bulging in my chest area..."

"Damn! It really is!"

Xue Ci had no idea that the group of male high school students had already imagined him in every possible way.

He quickened his pace and went back to the restroom near the office.

The fabric at my chest felt cool and damp, and some of it had already seeped up.

Biting the hem of her clothes with her teeth, Xue Ci felt uncomfortable no matter how she tried to do it.

He could have done it himself, but after getting a husband, he became spoiled and only relied on men to help him suckle. Now his technique is rusty, and he not only failed for a long time, but also left red marks all over his skin.

He took a deep breath and mustered some strength in one go.

As a result, it got all over my face, clothes, and the floor of the cubicle.

Already feeling unwell, and with the sticky feeling all over him, Xue Ci's nose stung with tears. He lowered his eyes and went to open the door. But as soon as he turned the knob, he bumped right into Duan Zeran.

The other person's gaze lingered on him for a moment before settling on the ground.

Xue Ci a beat. He stared blankly at the ground, wondering what the other person was going to ask.

Duan Zeran simply wiped his face with a wet wipe.

A wave of grievance washed over her, Xue Ci's eyes reddened. She pitifully squeezed next to the man, looking completely dependent on him.

"Thank you..."

Seeing that Xue Ci's complexion had improved considerably, Duan Zeran asked, "What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Actually, he had guessed some of it.

However, he was curious to know what Xue Ci's embarrassed expression looked like.

Will it be too competitive?

Sure enough, he saw Xue Ci sniffle, looking like she was about to cry, "It's nothing..."

After a few seconds of silence, it was as if he had made up his mind.

"You're my best friend, I... I'll show you."

Duan Zeran smelled a very strong milky aroma.

It was mixed with Xue Ci's usual scent.

Suddenly, my vision went completely white, except for a small area that was pink.

"I... often... do that here." Xue Ci's ears burned, and after pondering for a long time, she could only manage to say this much.

Duan Zeran's voice was hoarse as he deliberately asked, "How?"

Xue Ci frowned, his alabaster cheeks flushing pink. He raised his voice, as if to cover up his embarrassment.

"Just... that one!"

Seeing that Duan Zeran didn't understand, he gritted his teeth and said, "The one that people can eat."

Her little face was clearly embarrassed, and her eyelashes were already wet with tears.

But Duan Zeran wanted to bully people.

When Xue Ci was at a loss, his fingers would unconsciously twist the hem of his clothes. His ears burned, and he tried to press the heat down with his palm, but then his breath hit them.

A low, husky voice came from beside my ear--

"Does your husband usually use his mouth to suck on you?"

Xue Ci was stunned, then pursed her lips and remained silent.

Duan Zeran didn't ask any further questions. He silently helped Xue Ci clean the floor, then took him to the lounge, gave him clean clothes, and told him to take a shower.

Everything was taken care of very well from beginning to end.

Xue Ci realized she had misunderstood the other person's good intentions. She shouldn't have kept it from them, so she told them everything about her strange illness.

"That's bad enough, but recently I kept getting red marks on my legs."

Xue Ci spoke of these things.

Duan Zeran almost certain that these things were man-made.

"I used to be a doctor for a while. If you don't mind, you can tell me about your intimate behavior with your husband, and I can try to look it up."

Xue Ci was initially embarrassed, but considering that Duan Zeran was her best friend and a doctor, she gritted her teeth and honestly told him everything.

But he didn't expect that he would have to answer questions like how many times he gets wet in one night.

His shoulders were trembling; he was actually quite ashamed, but he still tried to appear calm.

Two or three times, I guess.

"I was dizzy at the time, that's all I remember..."

The idiot didn't realize that Duan Zeran seen all his expressions as he said these things.

He even asked earnestly, "Can this be cured?"

Duan Zeran tidied the man's hair. "Having someone else eat it for you is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

Xue Ci hesitated, "Then..."

"You'll need to find someone who knows massage to help you relieve the blockage."

Author's Note:

Today's red envelopes are on the plate for the incredibly generous Young Master Duan! [doge emoji]