Chapter 51: I Hate You

……Good.

Suddenly, only these two words remained in Wenren Sheng’s mind.

But the situation had already become so awkward that Wenren Sheng didn’t want to face reality. He even lightly moved his knee to confirm if his senses were malfunctioning.

“Uh…”

Good. No problem.

Wenren Sheng didn’t dare move anymore.

He also didn’t dare look into He Mu’s eyes. After that little movement just now, He Mu’s breathing had grown a bit heavier, so it seemed he hadn’t missed the small action.

He Mu said nothing, so Wenren Sheng could only keep holding this awkward position while his mind raced to think of what to say to explain that he hadn’t deliberately seduced him—it was all an accident.

And what was up with this Mountain God? He wasn’t a demon and didn’t have a heat period. They hadn’t even kissed just now, so how had it turned into this!

Not long after, Wenren Sheng felt his legs growing unbearably sore, making him want to rest a bit.

He hesitated for a moment, then fidgeted and moved again. Gathering his courage, he tried to stealthily straighten his leg by shifting his knee away.

However, before he could fully extend it, he felt his wrist released, followed by a force on his leg that perfectly pinned his knee bend.

Wenren Sheng pursed his lips and slowly raised his eyes to look at He Mu.

The composure and calm from before had vanished from He Mu’s expression. His palm pressed against Wenren Sheng’s skin as if he were desperately suppressing his breathing, but he still couldn’t control it much—his chest rose and fell obviously.

Wenren Sheng could even read a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He sighed. “……Are you still doing this?”

Hearing this, Wenren Sheng instantly realized what mischief he’d just done.

He hurriedly shook his head. Blush spread from his neck all the way to his ear roots, and even the corners of his eyes burned red from the shame.

“Sorry,” Wenren Sheng immediately drooped his ears in admission of fault. “I won’t move anymore, Brother.”

How could He Mu have the spare energy to be angry? A hard-to-bear heat surged through his body, and his mood refused to settle.

Besides, Wenren Sheng was lying right in front of him now, looking all pitiful and innocent with those wide eyes. Anyone would feel impulses—he was already enduring with the greatest effort.

He Mu took a deep breath and slid his hand down a bit further, gently prying Wenren Sheng’s leg outward.

“Bro,” Wenren Sheng jumped in fright and exclaimed, “what are you doing?”

“……What do you think?”

Wenren Sheng hurriedly pressed his legs together, trapping He Mu’s hand and not letting him continue groping around.

“No,” Wenren Sheng said anxiously. “We’re not married yet—we can’t do this!”

With that, he grabbed the bedding on the bed and draped it over himself, stammering, “H-How about this? We’ll cover up with the quilt and sleep. I’ll stay with you until you calm down, okay?”

He Mu tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Sleep?”

Wenren Sheng nodded repeatedly. “Yeah. Back when I had my heat period before, I didn’t know what to do either, so I just covered myself with the quilt and slept. When I woke up, my body was fine.”

Wenren Sheng wasn’t lying about this. He had just turned eighteen this year and was still a blank slate when it came to these matters. Although He Mu had helped him once before leaving Fragrant Ze Mountain, Wenren Sheng had been buried in He Mu’s arms back then, his head all dizzy, and hadn’t paid attention to how He Mu had relieved him.

He was clumsy at handling it himself and too embarrassed to mention it to Yi Jinxiang, so he could only cover his face with the cotton quilt and forcibly smother himself unconscious.

He Mu withdrew his hand and sat up straight, loosening the fastenings of his outer robe.

As he undid them, he said, “So before, you always got through it by sleeping it off yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Seeing him like this, Wenren Sheng thought he’d listened. He quickly set his own outer clothes aside and burrowed into the bedding. He even lifted a corner of the quilt enthusiastically, inviting He Mu to lie down together.

He Mu glanced at him but said nothing.

His movements in undressing were slow, as if he were thinking about something. Wenren Sheng couldn’t guess what, but he vaguely sensed that He Mu’s breathing wasn’t as chaotic anymore.

That probably meant… he’d calmed down, right?

Wenren Sheng pulled the quilt up to cover half his face, belatedly feeling a bit shy.

He hadn’t expected the Mountain God to have such thoughts about him. Just now, he’d been like a lustful rogue, nearly devouring him whole.

But…

Aside from the shame, it didn’t seem… all that unpleasant.

Wenren Sheng secretly touched his chest.

His heart was beating a little fast.

Once He Mu had stripped down to just his inner shirt, Wenren Sheng obediently scooted to the side, making space for him to sleep.

He planned to smother He Mu with the quilt in a bit, just like he’d done to himself before. Once the guy passed out, the physical reactions would subside quickly.

This time, He Mu didn’t tease Wenren Sheng anymore. As instructed, he lifted the quilt and lay down beside him, propping his head to look at him.

“Like this?” he said.

Wenren Sheng turned sideways to face him and nodded, his mood a bit excited.

Such a familiar feeling.

Just like when they were kids on Fragrant Ze Mountain—they’d lie on the same bed, listening to the wind and rain outside the window at night, cuddling each other to sleep without ever letting go all night long.

This happiness, though two years had passed, still filled Wenren Sheng with joy at the slightest similar trace.

For a moment, he forgot their earlier tussle and proactively hugged He Mu, happily wagging his tail.

“I like it so much,” he whispered.

He Mu’s heat hadn’t subsided at all. Instead, his heart grew even more restless, unable to calm for even a moment. Now with Wenren Sheng throwing himself into his arms, he felt a bit at a loss.

Their relationship hadn’t reached that step yet—he knew he couldn’t force it.

But this sliver of rationality was no match for his body’s instincts. Compared to taking it slow, he wanted to take Wenren Sheng right then and there.

Wenren Sheng hugged him for a while but only felt He Mu’s body temperature rising higher, nearly melting him.

He looked up at He Mu and said, “You’re so hot. Hurry and sleep, Brother.”

He Mu met his gaze and answered honestly, “I can’t sleep.”

Wenren Sheng looked shocked. “Why?”

He Mu gazed at him helplessly, then grabbed his wrist and pressed it to his lower abdomen.

—A few inches further down.

He held Wenren Sheng’s hand there and countered, “What do you think?”

The sudden touch made Wenren Sheng’s face flare red. He panicked and tried to pull his hand away.

But He Mu’s grip was frighteningly strong, clamping him in place.

He Mu pressed their foreheads together and murmured softly, “You don’t want to help me?”

Wenren Sheng’s voice pitched up. “I don’t know how to help you! I-I won’t, I’ve never even done my own…”

He paused, his face red as a peach.

“My first time… was you helping me…”

Hearing this, He Mu fell silent for a moment, released Wenren Sheng’s hand, and leaned close to his ear, lightly nipping his earlobe.

“That’s fine if you don’t help,” he said lowly. “Just watch me do it.”

Watch…

W-Watch what?

The atmosphere under the quilt grew even more ambiguous, the temperature hotter than before. Wenren Sheng’s mind was too fogged by the heat to think straight.

He pressed a hand to He Mu’s chest and struggled to force out words from his throat. “Why do I have to watch…”

He Mu’s breathing was heavy, his voice carrying scalding moisture as it brushed Wenren Sheng’s ear. “Being watched by you turns me on.”

With that, he couldn’t hold back and kissed the corner of Wenren Sheng’s lips, then captured his mouth for a shallow kiss.

Wenren Sheng felt his tongue tip licked, a numb sensation racing up his spine from his tailbone, making his body shudder.

He felt like kissing back and forth like this wasn’t quite right at a time like this, but they’d kissed often as kids—cheeks, lips, nothing major between him and the Mountain God.

With that self-deception, he hesitantly accepted He Mu’s kiss.

The kiss naturally deepened. Soon, He Mu pinned his nape, blocking his breath completely.

Wenren Sheng closed his eyes, praying He Mu would let him go after a bit, even as the overly aggressive lips and tongue left him breathless and gasping. Unknowingly, he’d been flipped over.

The surrounding air was hot and humid, dampening their hair.

He Mu braced against the bed, kissing Wenren Sheng while fumbling to undo his last layer of underclothing.

Wenren Sheng blocked him and hastily pulled away from the kiss.

“What are you doing?” Wenren Sheng said, face red and breathing ragged. “Why are you undressing me? Didn’t you say… watching is enough…”

He Mu clasped his hand and smiled. “You’re reacting too, Shengsheng. I want to help you.”

With that, he trailed down from Wenren Sheng’s collarbone, touching all the way.

His fingertips were scorching hot. Wenren Sheng was already dazed from the kisses and only let out a soft muffled hum.

In that moment, his mind wandered briefly, suddenly recalling that his birthday last year had passed two months ago.

On his fifteenth birthday, he’d had that mountain spring dream for the first time, shortly after.

Which meant spring had arrived.

This realization made Wenren Sheng feel a bit relieved instead.

In that case, even if he was a little shameless, a little greedy, he couldn’t be blamed—it was all the heat period’s fault.

And in their current situation, hiding under the quilt kissing and stripping bare, mutual help seemed perfectly logical.

Bolstered by reason after reason, Wenren Sheng looped his arms around He Mu’s neck, mustered his courage, and proactively kissed him.

“Teach me then,” he said shyly. “I’ll help you too, Brother.”

He Mu looked at him and took a deep breath.

Still saying he wasn’t seducing.

He Mu rested his forehead against Wenren Sheng’s. His ear was filled with He Mu’s hot, ragged breaths.

He tried to overcome his inner shyness, clumsily mimicking He Mu while endlessly coaxing himself in his mind.

Don’t be nervous. It’s just helping the Mountain God with this problem. The Mountain God helped him before too—nothing big.

Besides, he’d grown up now. Without anyone to teach him, he’d stay ignorant forever. He couldn’t keep smothering himself unconscious with a quilt every time, right?

……

Wenren Sheng tried to keep his breathing even. He didn’t know how much time passed before a numb sensation shot through his spine. Instinctively, he freed one hand to clutch He Mu’s shoulder.

“It feels like… uh…”

He Mu understood but wouldn’t let him. He even deliberately pressed his fingertip to block it while leaning down for a kiss, his voice urgent and hasty. “Shengsheng, hold on a bit longer. I want to come with you…”

The Mountain God was so mean.

Tears welled in Wenren Sheng’s eyes, but he obediently nodded.

……

After more than half a shichen of tossing, they finally managed to resolve the immediate crisis. Wenren Sheng didn’t even have time to fasten his clothes before collapsing back onto the bed, panting for breath.

He Mu, still lingering in the afterglow, kissed Wenren Sheng’s ears a couple times and groped to grasp his wrist.

“Shengsheng.”

“It’s everywhere.”

Everywhere what?

Wenren Sheng only felt unbearably hot and mumbled vaguely in response.

His upper shirt clung stickily to his skin. He looked down at his body, and his mind cleared a bit.

……

…Not only that—his tail on his back was also dirtied. Several tufts of gray fur were matted together in clumps.

This was because He Mu had flipped him over earlier and insisted on grinding against his tail root.

“…………”

Seeing this, Wenren Sheng pushed He Mu away and sat up, shooting him a resentful glare.

He angrily flung the messy tail in front of He Mu and said, “I hate you!”