Becoming Puppet Emperor of a Paranoid Eunuch - Chapter 144

The large light in the hotel living room was turned off, leaving only a few dim, atmospheric lamps. Wu Jing, still in a simple and comfortable outfit of a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, wrapped himself in a small blanket on the sofa.

 

Ning Qinghong had changed into hotel loungewear. After taking a sip of the sweet milk tea the youth handed him, he subtly drank from a glass of water in the darkness.

 

Late at night, Wu Jing, afraid of horror movies, chose a foreign romance film instead. The cover alone exuded atmosphere, depicting a sincere and touching romance in youthful innocence.

 

Unlike domestic art films that often forcefully evoke emotions with illogical melodrama, this film was more genuine.

 

Overall, Wu Jing watched attentively, eating half of the fried chicken and fries before stopping, and drinking only water as the milk tea became a bit too sweet.

 

He shifted positions and continued to curl up, awkwardly covering his eyes and peeking through his fingers.

 

Ning Qinghong’s chuckle came from above his head. He sighed softly, “Why does Wu Wu cover his eyes for everything?” He said quietly, “Afraid of everything.”

 

The afternoon’s horror movie had been due to fear of ghosts, but now it was because of embarrassment.

 

The film’s protagonists were gazing into each other’s eyes deeply and slowly leaning in for a kiss, neither of them hesitating.

 

The backdrop was a sunset at twilight, and the warm light illuminated the screen.

 

Wu Jing looked up at Ning Qinghong, mumbling, “How can I watch this…”

 

Ning Qinghong shook his head with a low chuckle, “How can Wu Wu be shy every day when asking for kisses from his brother?”

 

Wu Jing turned his face away, his voice growing quieter, “It’s not the same.”

 

Ning Qinghong said, “Hmm?”

 

The soft voice was so close to Wu Jing’s ear that he instinctively tilted his head, trying to rub his ear but accidentally bumping into Ning Qinghong.

 

He tilted his face back, gazing at him blankly.

 

With the film’s beautiful background music playing and perhaps his imagination, Wu Jing even thought he could hear the subtle sounds of the protagonists kissing.

 

His ears turned red.

 

The young man, confused and shy, could not help but close his eyes slightly, straightened up, and tentatively leaned in to kiss Ning Qinghong. His face was flushed, and his breathing became heated, “Brother… I…”

 

His voice was barely audible. With a warm, soft face rubbing against Ning Qinghong’s cheek, he shyly said, “I want to kiss Brother.”

 

With extreme embarrassment and a tender, clingy gesture, the young man’s warm, soft body was slightly damp, and he looked at Ning Qinghong with longing.

 

Ning Qinghong leaned down, closed his eyes, and gave a gentle kiss.

 

Wu Jing was held by the nape of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head back.

 

The movie’s background sound continued, but no one watched it anymore.

 

The young man’s “moaning” breathing grew louder. His legs parted slightly, his feet softened from the kisses, and his lips became tender and moist. He obediently sat up with his lips in Ning Qinghong’s hand.

 

After some moisture was released, Ning Qinghong began to use his fingers to manipulate it.

 

The fabric was also inserted, and Wu Jing sighed in discomfort as the fabric left red marks on his legs.

 

The young man was now weakly kneeling, lying on Ning Qinghong’s shoulder, his tailbone slightly raised, and his arms hugging Ning Qinghong more tightly.

 

When he began to tremble all over, Ning Qinghong suddenly stopped.

 

He kissed Wu Jing and then reached for something.

 

Wu Jing, dazed, did not understand why he began to “moan” and nuzzle against Ning Qinghong, looking up for more kisses, “Brother… Brother.”

 

Ning Qinghong comforted him, “I’ll give Wu Wu more later.”

 

As he spoke, he pulled out the fabric, helping Wu Jing remove it.

 

He then searched for the bunny tail that had been thrown on the floor. It had been disinfected earlier but felt dirty again after being on the floor.

 

In the past, palace servants kept the floors immaculate, but here, Ning Qinghong wiped it with alcohol and comforted the person still cuddling him, kissing the young man’s ear and neck while reassembling the two items.

 

Wu Jing had not yet reacted when he suddenly cried out, then his cries gradually turned into small whimpers.

 

The cold, lifeless object had stopped moving.

 

Ning Qinghong’s fingers toyed with the bunny tail, round and short. After briefly playing with it, the fluffy, soft ball became damp.

 

Wu Jing was turned over to face the TV, still dazed.

 

“Wu Wu isn’t clinging to Brother to watch a movie. This film hasn’t ended yet, why is Wu Wu begging for kisses?” Ning Qinghong said with a faint smile, “Just an hour more.”

 

“Wu Wu should finish watching first, then play with Brother.”

 

He made a low “hmm?” sound.

 

Wu Jing cried, shaking his head, his legs kicking randomly. He felt unbearable discomfort and desperately kissed Ning Qinghong, pleading for him not to turn away, gripping Ning Qinghong’s thin, slim wrists tightly.

 

Ning Qinghong let him endure the ambiguous sensation.

 

Wu Jing had to grind against Ning Qinghong, tears streaming down his face, crying out, “Wuw… It’s hard, it’s uncomfortable, Brother…”

 

He arched his neck, his whimpers persistent.

 

How could he be so… so cruel,

 

… deliberately, so unfair…

 

Ning Qinghong remained unmoved, his expression calm, even commenting on the film, “Wu Wu chose this film, which is much more interesting than a book. It has kept me engrossed and distracted from other things.”

 

He held the young man’s hand, letting his slender fingers touch the small, fluffy ball.

 

Wu Jing didn’t even know what had been inserted into him until he groggily tried to pull it out and look. He had hit himself hard, and upon realizing it, he attempted to pull it closer to see.

 

A sudden cry of despair came from Ning Qinghong’s arms as Wu Jing yanked at it, making Ning Qinghong’s palm wet with the youth’s tears.

 

Flustered and helpless, Wu Jing quickly retracted his hand and buried his face into Ning Qinghong’s chest, not daring to look at anything.

 

Ning Qinghong chuckled softly, “How about Wu Wu try showing Brother something more interesting?” His tone was calm and gentle.

 

Wu Jing shook his head vigorously.

 

Ning Qinghong sighed with regret, lifting his gaze to the movie screen with an indifferent expression, “Then Brother will continue watching.” Meanwhile, his hand continued to play with the object.

 

Occasionally he gently toyed with the fluffy ball, sometimes shaking it lightly, and at other times, when in the mood, he would torment Wu Jing with a teasing touch.

 

Wu Jing cried out loudly at times, and at others, he whimpered softly. Just as he was about to reach his breaking point, Ning Qinghong would slow down, leaving Wu Jing in a state of confusion and torment.

 

After several cycles of this,

 

The youth had lost track of everything.

 

Wu Jing desperately groped for the fluffy ball, gasping and whining as he tried to pull at it. When he almost reached the point, Ning Qinghong would pull it away again.

 

Struggling helplessly, Wu Jing eventually broke down into a loud cry, pleading, “Please… let go.”

 

Mumbling incoherently and sniffling, he cried out in desperation.

 

Ning Qinghong sighed, “What did Brother say?”

 

Wu Jing could only shake his head, unable to speak through his tears.

 

Ning Qinghong released his hold on Wu Jing and, without warning, turned on the main lights in the living room.

 

The glaring incandescent light exposed everything that had been hidden in the dimness, and Wu Jing, suddenly sober, hid even further into Ning Qinghong’s embrace, wanting to be covered.

 

In the process, he continued to gasp with discomfort.

 

Ning Qinghong said softly, “Brother said he wanted Wu Wu to show him.” He smiled as he prompted.

 

Wu Jing felt his entire body flush with heat. He whimpered and shook his head, his mind muddled, repeating dazedly, “Show… show—”

 

With the carpet on the floor, the resistant and disoriented youth was gently pushed to the ground. Wu Jing’s legs gave way, and he trembled as he knelt on the floor, instinctively lifting the part of him that was pressed down by the ground.

 

Ning Qinghong sat on the sofa, looking down with a calm demeanor, “Why is Wu Wu still sitting there?”

 

His gaze was as if looking from a higher perspective, his voice soft.

 

Wu Jing wanted to curl up entirely. He trembled slightly and slowly tried to rise, enduring extreme fear and embarrassment, and knelt down by Ning Qinghong’s legs, facing away.

 

His face pressed against the coat he had accidentally dropped earlier. He stared blankly for a moment, wondering if the coat was really his fault.

 

With another whimper, he turned around.

 

His soft face unconsciously rubbed against the coat on the ground, his tailbone raised, making it clear how the fluffy white ball wobbled against the soft flesh.

 

Wu Jing didn’t actually shake but trembled with fear, his tears flowing freely, and the area was embarrassingly tightening.

 

… So comfortable.

 

The gaze was as if tangible, with a gentle quality, sweeping over each spot. Wu Jing’s whimpering grew louder, and the fluffy ball trembled more vigorously, truly resembling a timid rabbit, its eyes red from crying.

 

He whined, curling his limbs, taking a long breath, and instinctively parted slightly. Under Ning Qinghong’s gaze, the bunny tail began to tremble violently, followed by a sudden release of moisture.

 

Wu Jing’s whimpers turned into cries, gasping and rolling his eyes. He suddenly heard a “click” sound and instinctively curled up, seeing a flash of white light.

 

The youth continued to tremble, crying endlessly, with blurred vision from tears, turning his head to see a black, shining lens.

 

Ning Qinghong’s soft voice said, “Brother recorded Wu Wu for a long time.” He smiled at the TV, which was still playing the movie, “Wu Wu looks so cute shaking, why not project it…”

 

“Let Wu Wu see it too.”

 

Wu Jing shivered with fear, crying out again, shaking and collapsing in despair, “No—Brother, don’t film, don’t film…”

 

He shook his head, uncontrollably gasping, his eyes rolling, feeling on the verge of losing consciousness but struggling and crying, “So embarrassing… don’t watch, Brother, ah—”

 

In the end, he covered his face and the soaked area, breaking down into tears and shivering on the carpet, trying to hide.

 

Ning Qinghong set the phone down, gently hugging the youth into his arms, and nonchalantly removed the bunny tail, allowing the trapped moisture to flow continuously.

 

Wu Jing cried out, still covering his face and trembling uncontrollably.

 

Ning Qinghong took the youth’s hand away, closed his eyes slightly, and kissed him softly, “Wu Wu is so cute, it’s not embarrassing.”

 

Wu Jing resisted, not wanting to be kissed, his voice hoarse from crying.

 

Ning Qinghong picked up the phone again and held it in front of Wu Jing, “Okay, Wu Wu, look at it yourself, stop crying?”

 

Wu Jing pushed it away, turning his face and shrinking back, shaking his head with closed eyes, “I don’t want to see, don’t want to… No—ah…”

 

Ning Qinghong kissed him and whispered softly, comforting him, “Brother was just teasing Wu Wu, didn’t record it, okay?”

 

Wu Jing’s sobbing paused suddenly as he cautiously opened his eyes, tears still falling, peeking at the screen.

 

In his blurred vision, the new phone’s photo album only showed a selfie angle with an empty background and no recordings or photos.

 

Ning Qinghong handed the phone to Wu Jing, “Wuwu check it yourself?”

 

Wu Jing, with tears still in his eyes, looked at the phone, and after a while, his emotions began to calm down as he wiped his tears.