Chapter 58 Part 1

The Masked Man went downstairs and found the medicated oil in the Basic Medical Kit equipped in the Cabin. As he held it and prepared to go upstairs, Jie Jialiang called out to him.

The other man told him to pack up with Zhong Nian and hurry to the first floor to join everyone as soon as possible. For safety’s sake, they should avoid acting alone.

Whether he was truly concerned for their lives or not, the Masked Man paid no attention and ignored him.

He then heard the young man from the couple behind him quietly complaining to his girlfriend: “They’re even stickier than us. He has to accompany him even for a bath. Who knows what they were dawdling about upstairs doing—definitely—”

The rest of his malicious speculation caught in his throat, scared off by the chilling, sinister gaze from beneath the Masked Man’s hood.

When he went upstairs and entered the room, he saw the handsome profile of the young man sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. The coldness in his eyes melted away completely, softening.

He stepped forward: “I’m here.”

Zhong Nian turned his head at the sound: “Just rub it a bit, that’ll do.”

With that, he once again took the initiative to lift his shirt in front of the man, stood up, and turned his lower back toward him.

He was utterly frank, unaware that the man’s Adam’s apple bobbed repeatedly as he restrained his breathing.

“We’ll hug the quilts and go down to sleep on the floor later. The sofa’s too narrow and doesn’t have enough space. We can stay far from them, leaning against the wall together… uhmm.”

The tingling itch on his lower back changed Zhong Nian’s tone, making him forget his unfinished words.

He hadn’t known that rubbing in the medicated oil would be so hard to endure.

The man behind him had five fingers gripping his flexible waist, circling with his palm to apply the medicated oil, while his other hand pinched his waist side to gain better leverage.

The man’s palm was very rough; even the center had a layer of calluses. The friction was somewhat burning, especially as the medicated oil heated up under body temperature.

It was like fire teasing his lower back, scorching between the burns. Under the skilled technique, the bruise on his lower back ached with a slight pain amid the soreness.

The subtle sensation wasn’t exactly uncomfortable nor pleasurable; a numbing tingle spread across his entire back.

“You can… go a bit lighter… hnn…”

Zhong Nian’s waist went soft, and he could barely stand. He involuntarily bent forward. The hand gripping his waist immediately came around from behind to support his body.

With someone helping, Zhong Nian entrusted the full weight of his upper body to the man’s palm. He placed one hand on the man’s forearm at his waist for better stability and didn’t forget to hold his shirt hem properly.

“It has to be rubbed hard to be effective. Bear with it.”

The man’s voice came from behind, somehow unusually low and hoarse.

Zhong Nian softly acknowledged and bit his lower lip.

Afterward, the Masked Man continued rubbing with the same force, though he slowed the circling speed considerably.

This made Zhong Nian feel even stranger, like a low current continuously stimulating him.

That spot was also very close to his tailbone; he felt like his tail was about to emerge uncontrollably.

“No—”

When the sensation neared its limit, he pushed away the hand on his waist and dodged forward.

He had been standing at the edge of the bed while applying the medicine, with the Masked Man behind him blocking the way, so he could only fall backward onto the bed.

His soft body sank into the quilt, his flushed lips parting and closing: “Let me… catch my breath. I can’t take it anymore.”

The Masked Man stood at the bedside, watching him sprawl on the bed with flushed cheeks and panting lightly. His own breathing grew heavier unnoticed, his shoulders and back tensing in a coiled state, as if enduring something.

Zhong Nian had no attention to spare for the man’s changes. He closed his eyes and took quite a while to suppress the near-half-beastization.

He hesitantly murmured: “Do we have to continue… or maybe…”

He was a bit scared now.

It had only been a minor bruise to begin with; how had it become such a big deal?

But the Masked Man adopted the firm attitude he only had when they first met: “You can’t delay the injury. Don’t stop halfway.”

“Oh, alright…” Zhong Nian thought the man was doing it for his own good and couldn’t disappoint that kindness. He propped himself up.

The rubbing continued, and after just two strokes, he softened again, about to collapse.

This time, the Masked Man didn’t let go of his arm. He forcefully pulled him back up, not letting him escape.

In this state of total limpness, Zhong Nian couldn’t even hold his shirt hem and simply bit it in his mouth, which also vented some of that indescribable sensation.

Unknowingly, their posture became extremely intimate. The young man biting his shirt corner had reddened eye tails, his waist arched forward into an extreme curve. He couldn’t suppress the urge to dodge forward but was held firmly by the waist. His softest, roundest part pressed against the man’s abdomen.