Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
Lying on the bed with weak limbs, Wu Zimo stared blankly at the ceiling and conducting a self-examination in his heart. He would no longer call that guy, Rocard, the Emperor of Self-Destruction, because the real Emperor of Self-Destruction was himself!
Wah wah wah, although he didn't go all the way with Scott this time, it was even more exhilarating than going all the way, wasn't it?
The bathroom door of the bedroom swung open, and Wu Zimo, lying like a salted fish, turned his head to see Scott walking out while wrapped in a bath towel and his upper body bare. His silver hair, though not dripping, still clung damply to his head.
Seeing Scott's satisfied expression, as if he had just eaten and drunk his fill, Wu Zimo felt a twinge of jealousy again but in the end, just turned his head away while holding back his tears.
He had to face the consequences of his own actions...
"Still angry?"
Scott sat down at the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss the top of Wu Zimo's head. Looking at the flushed face of the boy on the bed, especially his supple body that was covered with ambiguous marks under the sheets, made Scott's silver eyes deepen with intensity.
Wu Zimo felt a chill run down his spine under Scott's gaze, and like a startled kitten, he quickly moved away from Scott.
"Not really angry." Once he confirmed his safety, Wu Zimo spoke in a muffled tone.
It was hard to say he was angry because being intimate with someone he liked was perfectly normal. Although Wu Zimo was submissive beneath Scott, he was still a man, and it was natural to have desires for Scott, who belonged to him.
However, he was frustrated because, just as Scott had said before, their pheromones mingled and the effect was truly comparable to a powerful aphrodisiac.
So, before Wu Zimo could do anything to Scott, his mind began to blur and in the end, he was completely consumed by the increasingly energetic Scott.
Indeed, Wu Zimo had been troubled by this issue, and of course, there was also the problem of the Marshal's equipment being too large.
"Scott, what time is it?" Being sulky was just sulking at his self.
"Almost dinner time." Scott glanced at the boy shifting around on the bed with a slight smile on his lips and his eyes filled with gentle indulgence.
The reason Wu Zimo hadn’t been completely devoured by Scott this time was that there wasn’t enough time, otherwise, with the Marshal's combat power and endurance, it would be strange if Wu Zimo could still lie there protesting.
"So soon? Then I should get up." He had promised to have dinner with Madam Alman, so upon hearing that it was almost time, Wu Zimo decided not to lie on the bed any longer.
However, just as he was about to get up, his weak limbs caused him to flop back onto the soft bed.
"Ugh... so sore."
Lying sprawled out on the bed, Wu Zimo felt quite pathetic seeing himself so 'weak.'
Scott suppressed the urge to laugh because if he really did, the boy on the bed would definitely make him pay for it.
With his evolved spiritual power activated, Wu Zimo soon felt a gentle force massaging his sore body.
Wu Zimo looked at Scott in surprise and said, "Scott, you can use your spiritual power like this?"
Scott's mental power was truly versatile. As it can be used on casual things like this and even for killing. This kind of spiritual massage was sharper than those advertised full-body massages.
"Yes."
At first, it was a bit difficult for Scott to control his rapidly growing spiritual power, but after a few days of practice, he could now manage it well.
If someone sees Scott control his spiritual power so finely to massage Wu Zimo's entire body and even showed that he could still chat with Wu Zimo while manipulating his spiritual power, they will definitely be impressed.
Only Wu Zimo, the novice, was unaware of how impressive Scott's control was.
After being thoroughly kneaded by Scott, Wu Zimo's sore limbs felt much better. At least when he sat up again, he wouldn't fall backward.
However, even without falling back, Wu Zimo didn't get up directly from the bed because he finally realized—he wasn't wearing any clothes!
"...Scott, where are my clothes?"
Although they hadn't gone all the way, the process had still been very intense. Otherwise, Wu Zimo wouldn't be in such a miserable state while lying on the bed with weak limbs, and having Scott take care of everything.
Scott had washed Wu Zimo until he smelled delightful before tucking him under the covers and then went to take care of himself. Because the Marshal's service was so attentive, Wu Zimo had forgotten that he was currently in a state of nakedness under the covers.
As he prepared to lift the covers and get out of bed, he suddenly felt a cool breeze and sensed someone's gaze becoming even more intense. Only then did Wu Zimo look down and see his own state. Although he didn't want to, he quickly pulled the covers tightly around himself and shot Scott a deadpan stare.
No wonder Rocard always looked down on Scott.
Because this guy, who they said was a big iceberg, was actually a bit lewd.
Facing Wu Zimo's deadpan stare, Scott showed no signs of embarrassment. After admiring the beautiful view before him, he leisurely handed a set of clothes to Wu Zimo on the bed.
Taking the clothes, Wu Zimo first put on the important piece of underwear under the covers before lifting the covers and generously allowed the lewd guy to watch him get dressed.
Even though his body had already been seen clearly, and even his private parts, Wu Zimo still felt a sense of calm with his underwear on.
Wu Zimo quickly dressed, only to see Scott still wrapped in a bath towel around his waist and his upper body bare while sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed and his silver eyes fixed on him.
Now fully dressed, Wu Zimo looked at Scott speechlessly and said, "Darling, although I know your physique is very attractive, do you really want to go out like this to have dinner with Auntie like that?"
Hearing Wu Zimo's teasing, Scott's long legs shifted, and he stood up from the sofa before walking over to Wu Zimo to wrap his arms around him and leaning down to take a deep breath of his hair, "Do you like it?"
Wu Zimo rolled his eyes; of course, he liked it! Although his liking had two meanings, the Marshal's muscular body was indeed very attractive.
Noticing Wu Zimo's thoughts, Scott chuckled and gripped the back of his neck to force him to look up, and then he pressed his lips down heavily onto Wu Zimo's lips that had been enticing him.
"Mm..."
This kiss carried a hint of punishment from Scott, making it more intense, but it also easily ignited both of their reactions.
As the atmosphere grew increasingly heated, Scott used his powerful willpower to control himself and finally released Wu Zimo, whose lips were red and swollen, as if they were about to bleed.
"Auntie?"
In a daze, Wu Zimo could only rely on Scott's hand around his waist to support him as he heard Scott's hoarse voice whisper in his ear, leaving him momentarily speechless.
So this time, was it his own doing again?
But he couldn't help it because teasing Scott was one thing, but addressing this issue was a bit difficult for him to turn around on the spot.
Scott knew that Wu Zimo couldn't change his way of thinking immediately, especially since Wu Zimo wasn't familiar with his family yet, but Scott didn't mind using this method to punish the boy in his arms.
"One wrong call is one punishment." Scott gently stroked Wu Zimo's red, swollen lips with his finger.
Wu Zimo knew that Scott was not joking with this statement, especially as a Marshal and Commander, he was serious about enforcing rules. But what Wu Zimo felt more was—
Was his Marshal possessed by some strange thing? Otherwise, how could he understand such flirting techniques!
While Scott and Wu Zimo were lingering in the room, the bedroom door was knocked on, before they heard the voice of Housekeeper Finn coming through the door.
"Young Master, Young Mistress, may I ask if you are up?"
Wu Zimo, already speechless from Scott's antics, didn't care about the title of Young Mistress anymore. As for Scott, after giving Housekeeper Finn a positive response, he finally stopped running around naked with just a bath towel.
However, the process of the Marshal getting dressed made Wu Zimo feel that he was definitely doing it on purpose.
He saw the Marshal directly pull off the bath towel wrapped around his waist in front of Wu Zimo and boldly exposed an item that was very much out of proportion to Wu Zimo's eyes.
It wasn't soft, perhaps due to the recent stimulation, as it was in a semi-erect state.
"...... Darling, even if we are registered, I can still accuse you of being a pervert!"
"So, quick and put on your clothes!"
"Okay."
This time, Scott finally behaved and dressed properly in front of Wu Zimo. But to be honest, handsome guys always had a special charm that even the process of getting dressed was simply stunning.
Once Scott was fully dressed, Wu Zimo finally asked, "Scott, have you been watching something strange lately?" Otherwise, how could his upright and serious Marshal suddenly act like a rogue!
"No." Scott lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"Really?"
No? But it was extremely suspicious!
"It was the truth and besides, it's unnecessary."
Scott had always been a very independent person, and his powerful spiritual power required him to learn self-control. He also understood his position, so he already had an arrangement in his heart on how he should treat the outsiders, friends, and family.
As for lovers, they were originally not in his plans because he could never have imagined that someone would appear beside him who could make him disregard even his own life and responsibilities.
But then Wu Zimo appeared.
When Scott first met Wu Zimo, he felt he was just a stranger. However, Caesar was different. His beastly instincts made him single out Wu Zimo from the crowd at first glance.
It was also because of Caesar's unusual behavior that Scott began to pay attention to Wu Zimo, and from there, the development of their relationship flowed naturally into what it was now.
Wu Zimo sensed the meaning behind Scott's words and felt even more speechless. So, Scott had figured it out on his own. Speaking of which, the direction he figured out was not just a bit off; it was very off!