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nEditor: Casey

nSo the man as straight as a steel rod, Shi Qing, lived a happy life.

nWell, for three days at least.

nHe had nothing to be embarrassed about.

nAfter all, he’s straight!

nWould a straight man think he should avoid contact with other men?

nOf course not!

nSome men who were in denial about their homosexuality may deliberately avoid contact with other men, but straight men wouldn’t do that.

nThat’s because straight men consider members of their same gender easier to get along with than women.

nAnd as the rampant and unrestrained boss of the Blazing Thunder Company, Shi Qing’s never been one to deny himself anything.

nIt felt good. That was more than enough reason to continue.

nThere was nothing wrong with this!

nAs a result, Song Xiabing was made to serve the man in bed for three days straight.

nHis original desire to make a fool of Shi Qing gradually disappeared.

nAs a rich second generation who has always pretended to be a womanizer while actually being a germaphobe virgin…

nSong Xiabing couldn’t quite understand Shi Qing’s reasons for doing this.

nHe was a homophobe who willingly let another man bring him pleasure.

n???

nDid he not count as a man to Shi Qing or something??

nWhen he thought of this possibility, Song Xiabing’s face turned green.

nHe had never been this stifled since he was six years old.

nEver since then, he’s played the fool while taking care of his enemies in secret.

nBut when he played the fool this time, his target actually took him for a fool and righteously asked him to ‘serve’ him in bed.

nThis was an insult no man could take lying down!

nSong Xiabing gradually began to change his plan.

nHe considered discarding this pawn and killing him off.

nNo, he had to teach Shi Qing a lesson before killing him.

n“Hey, what are you thinking about? You have such a gloomy expression on your face.”

nWhile Song Xiabing was staring intently at the soup Shi Qing sent him out to make, thinking about whether to kill or use him, a little brother came over.

nNone of the Blazing Thunder Company members thought much of Song Xiabing.

nAlthough they’ve been using him as a housekeeper, they used to hold their tongue and keep their distance due to his identity as the Song family’s eldest young master.

nBut all that changed after Shi Qing expressed his dislike for Song Xiabing.

nAfter all, how could we, as his little brothers like you if he doesn’t?

nSong Xiabing wasn’t as attractive as Zhou Xuanxuan either. Even if he’s pretty good-looking, the little brothers weren’t interested in him as a man.

nThe nail that sealed the coffin was when the Song family refused to pay his ransom. They’ve clearly left Song Xiabing to fend for himself. The little brothers who were originally wary of the Song family became even more confident.

nNow that Song Xiabing’s life was spared and he was also allowed to remain in the Blazing Thunder Company, the little brothers naturally treated him like he was at the bottom of the food chain.

nThey didn’t have many opportunities to make trouble for him in the past few days because Song Xiabing was mostly with the boss.

nBut things were different now.

nIt was rare to find an easy target for bullying in the company, so the little brothers had to show off their authority.

nSong Xiabing glanced at this little brother.

nA mere level two ability user.

nSong Xiabing’s patience wore thin after having to deal with all the harassment from Shi Qing. He was sick of pretending by now.

nShi Qing was a level seven ability user, someone he was evenly matched with. It made sense to pretend in front of him.

nBut this passerby A? Not a chance.

n“What are you looking at?!”

nEvidently, Song Xiabing’s chilling look had upset this little brother. He tried to kick Song Xiabing.

nThe youth swiftly maneuvered behind the pot of soup. There was still a smile in his voice, but the look in his eyes was nothing but cold.

n“Go ahead and kick the soup that Boss wants.”

nThe little brother: “……”

nHe could only put down his foot indignantly and stomp forward to grab Song Xiabing.

nBut for some reason, he wasn’t able to catch Song Xiabing, who everyone knew was a weakling, no matter how hard he tried.

nThis guy was as slippery as an eel, circling that pot and keeping just out of reach. The little brother was afraid of incurring his boss’ wrath if he spilled it, so he could only grit his teeth and continue this game of cat and mouse.

nFive minutes later…

nThe little brother was huffing and puffing despite not feeling like he had walked a lot.

n“You…You little…huff! You trash, how dare you…huff. How dare you dodge me.”

nSong Xiabing was still as pristine as ever with not a drop of sweat shed. He seemed very frail as he stood in place and looked at the little brother.

nHe was in a better mood after toying with this guy.

nThe little brother was still puffing and panting, too tired to stand up straight.

nSong Xiabing raised an eyebrow. “This is it? I haven’t even gotten serious yet. Aren’t you a level two?”

n“I…I…”

nThe little brother was so angry that he rushed forward for round two, only to almost crash headfirst into the pot after Song Xiabing sidestepped him.

nSince he couldn’t get his hands on this guy, the little brother started to run his mouth.

n“What are you so smug for, trash? You’d be nothing without that face of yours. If you ask me, instead of staying here in our company, you should just go and be a prostitute for men! That’s what your ma did for a living right, whore herself out? No wonder you’re so…”

nSong Xiabing’s good mood vanished in an instant after his mother was brought up.

nHis smiling face gradually darkened. A faint mist began to gather by his slender fingers.

n“Fuck you mother**er!”

nBefore he could make a move, Shi Qing had already kicked the little brother to the ground from behind.

nThe man had always been irritable, but never had his expression been this dark and sullen before.

n“You! Mother**er!! Do you ** through your mouth?!! Huh?!”

nEvery part was punctuated by a kick.

nHe didn’t use his ability, but the little brother didn’t dare resist anyway. He was completely caught off guard by the sudden appearance of his boss, quickly falling to the floor to take the punishment.

n“Boss, I was wrong, I was wrong! Don’t beat me anymore Boss, please!”

nActing domineering in front of the weak.

nActing pitiful and ingratiating in front of the strong.

nThis was how the majority of people conducted themselves after the apocalypse.

nBut Shi Qing had no intention of letting him off. He continued to kick with a fierce look in his eyes.

n“The next time Laozi hears this kind of ** spewing from that mouth of yours, you’ll be zombie food!”

nThen he stopped.

nThe little brother stumbled to his feet but didn’t dare to leave. Shi Qing’s expression twisted with rage as he sent another kick his way.

n“Scram already you **er! Do you want another beating or something?!”

n“Yes, yes, yes. I’m leaving right now Boss. Sorry.”

nThe little brother immediately ran for his life.

n“Wait!”

nThe tall man suddenly called out to him, scanned him up and down with disgust for a few moments, and suddenly changed his mind.

n“You like to show off and act tough, do you? Fine. We’ll be heading to the physical training ground later. I’ll fight you without using my ability. Laozi wants to see just how tough you think you are to make trouble for one of mine on my territory.”

nThe little brother was so scared that he wanted to die on the spot.

nAs his little brothers, they knew all too well how good a fighter Shi Qing was!

nHe quickly begged for mercy. “I was wrong, Boss. I won’t do it ever again. Please…”

n“Save it!”

nShi Qing sneered as he gave him another kick. Then he looked around at all the other little brothers. “All of you are real tough guys, huh? Standing around watching one of you beating up someone on your side.”

nAll of the people who were laughing before watching him chase Song Xiabing around jolted to attention. None of them dared to speak up, shrinking back and making themselves as small as possible.

nShi Qing glared menacingly at all of them.

n“Did Laozi recruit all of you to sit on your butts all day doing nothing? Are there not enough zombies to fight? Are the mutated beasts not strong enough? Do you want me to get you guys a mutated plant to fight everyday, huh?!”

nThe little brothers: Not daring to squeal.jpg

n“A bunch of old grandpas, that’s what you **ers are. Instead of training or going out to find yourself a **ing girlfriend, you lot sit around all day and gossip like old women in some village! Laozi would be dead already if I counted on you. Get the ** out and go fight zombies outside the base tomorrow!”

nThe little brothers recoiled even more. They ran out faster than rabbits.

nSong Xiabing was still where he was, looking at the tall, scowling man. A hint of interest welled up in his eyes as the dark mist surrounding his fingers gradually dispersed.

n“Boss.”

nShi Qing had just finished yelling at the little brothers when he heard Song Xiabing calling out to him.

nPei, pei, pei. His weak voice even contained a bit of admiration.

nWhen he turned around, he saw Song Xiabing looking at him with a grateful expression.

nShi Qing could almost imagine a little pure white lotus swaying in front of him.

nUnfortunately, he was supposed to be a straight man who didn’t know how to appreciate such things.

nSo he could only sigh regretfully on the inside while acting disgusted on the outside. “Can you not act so much like a woman all the time? It’s disgusting.”

nSong Xiabing “……”

nHe took a deep breath and put a slight smile on his face.

n“I wanted to thank Boss. If you hadn’t helped me just now, they might’ve beat me to death.”

nThe little brother detained by Shi Qing was stunned. He flushed with anxiety and tried to explain, “Boss, that’s not what happened! I didn’t even touch him! I–”

n“Sigh…”

nSong Xiabing sighed heavily and softly said, “Boss, you said you wanted to drink soup, so I didn’t run away. I could only stay where I was and let him hit me.”

nThe little brother: “???”

nThe little brother: “Boss, that’s not what happened! He didn’t stay where he was at all! He–”

nSong Xiabing’s expression was pained and pitiful. “How can you try to deceive Boss when he’s already seen what happened? I clearly could’ve run, but I stayed here for five whole minutes. Boss, don’t let him mislead you.”

nThe little brother was met with the unkind gaze in Shi Qing’s eyes.

nThe little brother: “……”

nThe little brother: “Yes he didn’t run away, Boss. But he–”

n“Cough cough cough…”

nSong Xiabing coughed violently, drawing Shi Qing’s attention back to him again. Concern flashed across the man’s originally scowling face. He subconsciously stepped forward a bit.

n“What’s wrong??”

nThe little brother’s jaw dropped as he looked at Song Xiabing. This guy wasn’t even panting or flushed a few moments ago, but now he looked like he was on the verge of death! He delicately and pitifully collapsed into the boss’ arms.

n“I, I might’ve been hit earlier…”

nThe little brother: “???”

nWho the hell hit you?!

nI didn’t even get to touch a single strand of fur, okay?!

nBesides!! You don’t even have any fur!!!

n“Boss, Boss! I really didn’t–”

nThe little brother called out cautiously, but Shi Qing glared him into submission. He lifted Song Xiabing into his arms. “What are you yelling for? Hurry up and call the doctor over!”

nThe little brother: “……”

nWuwuwuwuwu. I really didn’t do anything, ah.

nSong Xiabing was stunned by being carried.

nIt was the first time he had been picked up like this.

nAdditionally…

nHis thoughts became complicated as he took in the nervous look on Shi Qing’s face.

nShi Qing…was nervous for him?

nBut how could this be…

nHe had clearly tried to kill him earlier.

nIt’s only been three days since Song Xiabing left the water prison.

nSong Xiabing didn’t feel any shame in being held in a bridal carry by Shi Qing. He wasn’t one to care about face to begin with.

nHe only leaned into the man’s arms and sniffed gently.

nSmells pretty good.

nHe didn’t expect a big man like Shi Qing to be sophisticated enough to spray grass-scented perfume on himself.

nShi Qing practically flew out with Song Xiabing in his arms.

nZhou Xuanxuan opened the door and poked his head out, looking at their departing figures. He sniffed the air suspiciously.

n“Strange.”

nHe muttered to himself as he turned to look at his big tail. “Is there another phantom fox here?”

nSong Xiabing was carried by Shi Qing to his room at lightning speed.

nThud.

nThen he was thrown onto the leopard print blanket.

nFollowing that, he felt a pair of large, slender hands nervously patting him all over. The man‘s tone was very tense.

n“How’s that? Are you still in pain? Where are you hurt?? No internal injuries right??? Fuck!”

nThe man became even more anxious when he didn’t reply. “Say something for **’s sake! Are you mute?!”

nSong Xiabing looked up slightly. That was all he needed to see the genuine concern deep within Shi Qing’s eyes.

nThey were overflowing with pure and unadulterated emotions.

nAs far back as he could remember, only his mom would look at him like this.

nOnly his mom would care so much for him.

nSong Xiabing’s fingers twitched. There were complicated emotions in his eyes.

nShi Qing…

nFell in love with him?

nIn just three days??

nDing! Song Xiabing animosity value: 560

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nThe System: Host, um…does this count as going OOC?

nShi Qing: Don’t worry. It doesn’t count.

nHe seemed very certain.

nAt most, you could call it…a set up.

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