Widower If Route (End)

Xue Ci's fair and flat stomach was thus soiled.

He stood there stunned for a long while before looking down—and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

A thick liquid slowly trickled down his belly, itchy and dirty.

Without the slightest warning, Xue Ci's tears fell in a steady stream, wetting her thick eyelashes and making them stick together. She sobbed silently, looking pitiful.

Fu Chengsi, who was initially feeling incredibly pleasurable, was about to despise himself and accept the other man's mockery after realizing that he had been easily rubbed by the young male servant.

Instead of being mocked, the person sitting on him actually started crying.

Fu Chengsi never expected Song Xueci to cry. He knew this little servant was spoiled and pampered, a natural-born delicate type who always seemed prone to tears.

I never imagined I would cry at a time like this.

Her nose was red from crying, and her cheeks were wet, but she held her breath, not wanting anyone to notice.

The more I look at it, the more pitiful it seems.

Fu Chengsi ignored the pleasant sensation and the irritating sticky feeling he had just experienced.

He knew that if he didn't apologize...

Song Xueci will probably never speak to him again in her life.

"I was wrong."

Fu Chengsi's voice was hoarse, and if you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of satisfaction from an unprecedented experience.

He stared at the little boy's trembling shoulders, his heart melting.

"I was wrong, baby."

Fu Chengsi couldn't help but add a title.

He had never called anyone that before. He had once heard Lu Min call Song Xueci that, and he felt disgusted and embarrassed at the time. But now that it was his turn to say it, he felt that it was a perfect match for the handsome boy in front of him.

It's a treasure.

They can't stand even the slightest grievance.

They need to be coaxed, praised, and loved.

His way of admitting his mistake was very effective; Song Xueci indeed stopped crying.

But he stared at himself with an unusually horrified look.

"... What happened?" Fu Chengsi was unsure of himself, having been brought out so quickly just now. Xue Ci only gave him a look, and he began to explain to himself, "This is the first time I've been treated like this. It won't be this fast again."

But it seems only he cares about this.

Xue Ci pursed her lips, sniffed her reddened nose, and finally deigned to speak.

"Don't call me 'baby,' it sounds weird."

He paused, then added, "It's a bit disgusting."

Just as annoying as the stuff they put on him.

Fu Chengsi's expression was stiff, tinged with a hint of jealousy laced with resentment. "Calling you 'baby' makes you sick? Then why were you smiling and talking to Lu Min when he called you that? And that blond guy outside, does he often call you that too?"

Why are we bringing up Bill again?

Xue Ci discovered that Fu Chengsi really liked to mention Bill, as if he were about to be seduced by bad people.

He stopped crying, but he still sobbed uncontrollably when he spoke, which had no deterrent effect whatsoever.

Instead, she wants to act cute and affectionate with someone.

"That's exactly right."

Xue Ci had indeed been called "baby" or "darling" by many men. At first, she wasn't used to it, but she gradually got used to it after being called that so many times.

But when Fu Chengsi called him that, he felt awkward and strange, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

Don't call me that.

"Only those who like me can call me 'baby.' If you hate me, you're not allowed to call me that."

Xue Ci was at her most disliking Fu Chengsi, so her words were naturally more direct.

He is usually a very good-tempered and polite child.

"I hate you?" Fu Chengsi was so angry he laughed, his tone stiff. "If I hated you, would I get you four days off? Would I let you throw your underwear at me and not get angry? Would I proactively remind you when you're being bullied and you don't even realize it?"

Seeing Xue Ci turn her face away, looking confused, he became even more direct. "I'm paying so much attention to you, do you think I hate you or like you?"

"Or do you think that if you dislike someone, you'd buy them underwear? Give them money to buy things? And promise to help them find a new husband after they leave?"

"Of course, I don't want you to find a new husband. You're staying in my house, so you should be my wife by all accounts."

What... about wives...?

Xue Ci was completely overwhelmed by the other party's barrage of words.

But he vaguely sensed that Fu Chengsi seemed to be saying he liked him.

It's really hard to win over an elite man like that.

Xue Ci had absolutely no desire for Fu Chengsi to like her.

It's better to hate them, so he can have a legitimate reason to get angry with them.

Now that the other person has admitted to liking him, he's in a very difficult position.

Xue Ci pretended not to understand, ignored Fu Chengsi, and looked down at her stomach.

It took a little time, and part of it has already dried up.

It's wrinkled, hard, and dry; it's so uncomfortable.

It doesn't smell good either.

Xue Ci frowned, unwilling to give Fu Chengsi a friendly look.

His eyelids were swollen from crying, and only now did he remember to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

You're really terrible.

"My ex-husband would never have gotten me this dirty."

Xue Ci lied; those men also enjoyed seeing him sweat, making him all damp.

But he was not fully conscious at the time; by the time he came to his senses, he was fully alert.

Unlike just now, I actually watched helplessly...

Xue Ci didn't want to recall that explosive scene. He struggled to move both legs to the same side and got off the bed.

Fu Chengsi's burning gaze was right behind him.

Xue Ci steeled herself and quickened her pace to slip into the bathroom.

The bathroom was stocked with orange-scented shower gel and perfectly fitting yukatas.

After Xue Ci washed herself clean, she felt much better.

When he came out, he looked like a sweet little cake, while Fu Chengsi was still dirty.

He didn't want to touch it again.

He remained frozen on the edge of the bed, refusing to get up.

You smell so good, baby.

Fu Chengsi seemed to have gotten hooked on shouting, and this time he shouted much more fluently than before.

"You let me recover, I'll wash myself clean, and then I'll hold you and make love again."

"Let's do it a few more times, I actually last quite a while."

What else is there to say...?

Xue Ci's ears turned bright red, burning hot. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Seeing Fu Chengsi's bloodshot eyes, he was relieved that the other man was unable to move.

"I'm still dirty here, you probably won't like it. Let me go, and I'll agree to do anything you want to help you."

After seeing Xue Ci come out of the bathroom, Fu Chengsi's mind started to wander again.

However, he was very patient at this moment.

He knew that Xue Ci was now very wary of him.

Unfortunately Xue Ci decisively rejected him.

"Don't want."

Fu Chengsi's face darkened, like a wild beast that had failed in its attempt to seduce someone.

As the two were locked in a stalemate, the room's loudspeaker announced a time limit for the player "Xue Ci".

Fu Chengsi called out in a low, husky voice, "Baby, do you really want your fragrant body to be soiled?"

However, he knew that even if Xue Ci let him go and he cleaned himself up, as long as the two of them stayed close for a while, Xue Ci would be soiled by him again.

Fu Chengsi was still trying to figure out how to persuade this fool when he felt a pressure on his chest.

He froze, feeling that bit of strength gradually move from his chest down his neck, and then down...

As his pupils constricted, the dense, smooth sensation almost made him forget to breathe.

"You--"

This was the last syllable he could utter.

Then.

I don't want to hear it.

Xue Ci muttered something.

Fu Chengsi was plunged into darkness, his face constantly being squeezed.

After understanding what Xue Ci was doing, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

It was as if he had been drowning; he couldn't tell if it was from sweat or something else, but in the end, Fu Chengsi's hair was completely soaked.

Even in this near-suffocating state, he at least maintained control over his five senses.

The man began to feel fortunate that he had a high enough nose bridge.

Time flew by, and amidst the intoxicating sweet fragrance, Fu Chengsi seemed to have fallen into a gentle embrace.

Until I faintly heard the broadcast.

[Player Xue Ci, you have completed the task within the specified time limit and may leave the room.]

The soft sobbing slowly subsided.

The strength began to decrease.

It seems they're planning to leave.

As expected, he was just a tool to Song Xueci, devoid of any genuine feelings.

Don't go!

Fu Chengsi had never made a losing deal before, especially not one involving his own body.

Although he was nearly thirty, he had given many of his firsts to Song Xueci.

Before that, he never expected to be ridden on the face by a spoiled little boy.

What's frightening is that he actually ate with great relish.

Fu Chengsi didn't know where the strength came from, but he broke free from the effects of the drug, and with great effort, he raised his arms and placed them on Xue Ci's slender waist.

Complete confinement.

Then, he Song Xueci, who was about to leave, back down.

This time the force was much greater than the previous, more irritating sensation.

Song Xueci in fright.

She cried and said she needed to go to the toilet, begging me to let go.

How could it be loose?

He wanted nothing more than to kill the person.

Xue Ci left without paying any attention to the person in the bed.

It was completely dark outside, and the scene looked eerie and terrifying.

Ke Xue Ci didn't dare to linger.

He was afraid of being sucked back into this strange room; if that happened, Fu Chengsi wouldn't let him off the hook.

Thinking of the man's gradually recovering body, Xue Ci was so frightened that she quickened her pace, and even started jogging at the end.

He was terrified; he could hear his own heart pounding wildly.

Fortunately, the Fragment appeared quickly.

[Don't be afraid, baby, he can't move for now.]

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

With the moonlight shining down, the shadows of the surrounding trees were no longer gloomy, and weeds and vines cleared a path for him.

The familiar silhouette of an ancient castle can be seen not far away.

There are lights on.

It seems someone is still waiting for him.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief and slowed her pace.

He was conflicted: [Will Fu Chengsi come back tomorrow?]

Fragment: [Yes, baby, do you... care about him a lot?]

Xue Ci didn't detect any jealousy: [A little, I guess.]

He pursed his lips, the cool night breeze dissipating some of the heat from his cheeks.

[Actually, it's not entirely my fault.]

I already said I needed to go to the toilet.

He still wouldn't let me leave.

Despite her attempts to justify herself, Xue Ci still looked dejected.

He plucked a blade of grass and held it in his hand.

[I don't usually do that; he was just deliberately using his nose... like that.]

The Fragment kept echoing.

Xue Ci let out a sigh of relief.

In short, his feud with Fu Chengsi had intensified.

The other party will definitely not let go of someone who has a smear on their face.

Author's Note:

[Poor thing][Poor thing][Poor thing] What are they even writing in the extra chapters?!