Chapter 27

Measures.

What did “measures” mean? Did sleeping together require precautions?

Luo Li was utterly baffled and hadn’t understood a thing.

He’d only suggested Fu Shiyue stay the night on a whim, without any real conviction behind it.

In truth, the moment he’d defied Agamemnon, regret had hit him hard. Now, he kept his eyes firmly averted, not daring to glance at the man’s expression.

But the man simply nodded.

“If Lili is willing, then I won’t say another word.”

With that, he rose from the table and left.

【? I thought he’d stab Fu Shiyue dead on the spot, but he just accepted the cuckold hat on his own head? Leader Boss is a total cuck slave?】

【What can you do? The kid wants to chow down on some fresh young meat—let him have it lol】

【Way too early to call it. Could be a trap—use Lili to drop Fu Shiyue’s guard, then strike.】

【Get real. He’s a classic fallback guy. Even if some wild dude knocks up his daughter, Daddy steps up to take the load.】

【Sounds like he’s the one hard done by. Hell, I’d love to take Lili’s load myself.】

Luo Li pushed open the door to his bedroom. He’d meant to find a change of clothes for Fu Shiyue, but the moment he stepped inside, he heard the door shut behind him.

Fu Shiyue locked it, a faint, barely perceptible smile crossing his face.

Luo Li felt an inexplicable tension but played it cool, casually sitting on the edge of the small bed.

Luo Li shifted uncomfortably and shoved at him. “You’re too close.”

“Oh? Looks like I got the wrong idea. I thought Lili letting me in meant you’d made up your mind.”

Fu Shiyue’s arm snaked around his waist.

“I’m your boyfriend, after all. We’ve even met the parents. Why are you still so shy?”

Luo Li had hoped Agamemnon would lose his temper.

But he’d never even considered this angle—after all, he’d never actually agreed that Fu Shiyue was his boyfriend.

It was all just the guy’s delusion.

“Met the parents…? “

Luo Li’s nerves were stretched to the breaking point. When Fu Shiyue undid the buckle of his belt, that final thread snapped.

Fuming with rage, the boy curled up his leg and slammed his foot into Fu Shiyue’s abdomen.

He kicked hard.

“Don’t touch me! Get out!”

The belt came loose with the kick, and his pants slipped down, exposing half of his slender, pale waist.

Like a cornered rabbit, he flailed futilely on the bed. Fu Shiyue was patient, grabbing his ankle and cradling the soft, limp little foot.

Luo Li’s almond-shaped eyes went wide, but he was already spent. Seeing this, Fu Shiyue peeled off his sock with deliberate slowness, like a taunt, and held it in his palm.

The cotton sock was warm from his body heat.

So clean—must get washed often.

With only him and Agamemnon living here, the pampered young master surely wouldn’t launder his own clothes.

So Agamemnon must wash his socks… and the underwear he changed out of every day…

Damn, it made him jealous.

“You’re trying to bait me here, aren’t you? Lure me in so Leader Boss Agamemnon can take me out.”

Fu Shiyue leaned down, pinning the boy’s slender wrists and trapping him beneath his weight.

“But Agamemnon doesn’t seem so easily provoked, Lili.”

“I was thrilled when you opened the door for me today. How about I help you out?”

Luo Li really didn’t understand men—let alone a soldier like Agamemnon, whose rationality far outweighed his emotions.

Without something blatant right in front of them, they wouldn’t strike rashly at an enemy.

Luo Li’s cheeks paled with fear. “You… what are you…”

He’d seen through Luo Li’s scheme, so why wasn’t he scared at all?

Fu Shiyue planted a kiss on the boy’s soft cheek.

Then, slowly, he lowered his toned hips.

A burning heat pressed against the boy’s inner thigh, and his delicate skin flushed deep crimson.

Fu Shiyue let out a low hum.

“We’ll go find him later.”

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The freshly brewed black tea gleamed with a clear, ruby hue. The floating leaves unfurled their curled buds, then gradually sank under the steady stirring.

The spoon clinked crisply against the cup’s rim. But in the thick, unbroken silence, the sound seemed to soak up the drinker’s pervasive melancholy, turning dull and sluggish.

Agamemnon took a sip of the black tea. The book on his lap had been open to the same page for half an hour; he’d read the same lines over and over, yet none of it stuck in his mind.

Whether from too much tea or something else, sleep was out of the question tonight.

Dark shadows seeped through the floorboards’ cracks, twisting the pristine tiles into fractures that mirrored his turbulent mood.

Everything on the top floor bent to his will—but only lifeless things.

The people living here? He was powerless over them.

Knock knock knock.

Someone rapped lightly on the door.

Agamemnon blanked for a split second. He sat motionless on the sofa. “Who is it?”

The small figure outside hesitated before speaking.

“It’s me. Lili.”

“It’s late. What is it?”

“My clothes are dirty. I need a change.”

The boy’s voice was low and hoarse. “I didn’t see any in the closet. Did you put them away?”

Agamemnon had stocked his closet with plenty of small clothes in every style—but no underwear.

Finally, Agamemnon stood and opened the door.

The sight of Luo Li made his breath catch.

The boy was decent enough from the waist up, still in his pajamas. But his shorts were gone. His soft, milky-white thighs were clamped tight, yet they couldn’t hide the glaring red welts on the inner skin.

He clutched the black rabbit plushie, walking with difficulty, his slim ankles trembling. His big, watery almond eyes brimmed with tears as he gazed pitifully up at the older officer.

It took Agamemnon a long moment to process the scene. He drew a deep breath, turned, and opened a cabinet. “It’s all in here. Help yourself.”

The cabinet held perfectly normal little clothes in plain view.

But when he pulled out the lower drawer and dumped the contents, Luo Li froze.

Mixed in with the regular underwear were several lace thong panties.

The sexy, feminine kind.

Identical to the one stolen from the dorm changing room before—clearly bought specially for him by Agamemnon.

Even though he’d long suspected the man’s intentions, seeing it so starkly still stirred a strange feeling in Luo Li’s chest.

He’d done this on purpose, to make sure Luo Li saw.

Betting he wouldn’t dare wear them?

007 watched him grip one lace edge, knuckles white.

These days, 007 had come to know Luo Li’s temperament well. The kid seemed obedient and timid, but he was stubborn as hell inside.

He’d sabotage things he disliked on purpose.

In his mind, Luo Li thought: I’m wearing this one.

Soon enough, the boy had changed.

Now, he wore only his pajamas, one corner rolled up, perched on the sofa’s edge with his legs pressed together, cheeks flushed.

The cotton underwear he’d just taken off was balled up and tossed deliberately at Agamemnon’s feet.

He had plenty of places to sit but curled up on the sofa instead, thighs squeezing the rabbit plushie. A few glistening drops of saliva dripped from the tip of his tongue as his breathing came in unsteady gasps.

…It hurt.

Wah… it dug in so deep.

Agamemnon held his book, never once glancing his way. Luo Li was dissatisfied but at a loss, so he squirmed on the sofa, swaying his slim waist to make some noise and draw the man’s attention.

But Agamemnon sat like an unmoving statue, silent as stone.

Luo Li was out of ideas.

He clenched his little fists, hugged the rabbit plushie, and stood to leave the room. Suddenly, Agamemnon’s voice stopped him.

“That one’s not right for you. Pick another.”

Luo Li halted.

“How’s it not right? It fits perfectly.”

He tugged teasingly at the lace riding his hip. “And it’s convenient. This is what I’m wearing.”

Convenient?

A dark undercurrent rippled around Agamemnon.

Seeing this, Luo Li pressed on. “Besides, if you think it’s not right for me, why buy it in the first place!”

Agamemnon looked up.

“Because I want to see it.”

“I want to see you in a little skirt, legs parted at the table—so when I glance down, there it is. If possible, that image becomes my dream fodder at night.”

“You’re the only color in my dull, gray life—that flush on your face. Get it now?”

Luo Li’s ears burned.

He fought it desperately, but his skin still bloomed pink.

“No goodnight kiss tonight, Lili?”

Luo Li tugged the rabbit’s ears, turning his back on Agamemnon, red lips bitten as he mumbled, “Don’t need yours. Fu Shiyue will give me one.”

The words hung in the air, and the room’s atmosphere froze solid.

As if sensing that something was terribly wrong, Luo Li turned his head with a tremble.

Agamemnon sat shrouded in pitch-black gloom, half of his handsome face engulfed by writhing black tentacles. He silently watched Luo Li’s back. A tentacle slithered out from somewhere, picking up the discarded cotton panties from the floor—the ones that were no longer pristine. It unfurled them before twisting them into shreds.

Cold sweat immediately beaded on Luo Li’s forehead. He clutched the plushie tightly to his chest and hurriedly grasped the door handle. But the moment his fingertips touched the door to Room 201, a tentacle coiled around his wrist.

The massive monster pressed up against him from behind. One hand lifted Luo Li’s snowy, delicate chin, forcing him to extend his crimson tongue.

Luo Li’s eyes lifted in terror, wide and glistening with moisture, as he watched Agamemnon take the tip of his tongue into his mouth and suck on it densely.

Tentacles wrapped around Luo Li’s entire body, and his soft tongue soon swelled, turning red and puffy.

At the same time, the uncomfortable sensation of lace rubbing and digging in grew even more pronounced.

The tip of a tentacle hooked the edge of the lace and yanked it down forcefully.

Unfortunately, that narrow strip of fabric was wedged too deeply. Even after repeated attempts, it remained stuck inside.

…

The fair, translucent boy wore thin pajamas and half-knelt in the embrace of the grotesque monster, a soft Black Rabbit Plushie cradled in the crook of his arm.

Where the rabbit ears obscured the view, the pure white lace was soaked through with vivid red, embedded so deeply that only a thin white line was visible.

As if sensing Agamemnon’s gaze, the boy’s body shuddered violently.

With a sharp snap, the yanked lace snapped back, striking the soft flesh.

Fluid splattered everywhere.

Luo Li’s eyes instantly rimmed with red.