Chapter 50 - The Supporting Villain Is Raising a Cub Online

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At He Mingyu's Thursts, All He Felt was Friction.

 

 

Tan Qing rarely woke up naturally without being disturbed.

 

He sprawled out in all directions, groggily opening his eyes.

 

Then, reaching out, he pitifully rubbed his own sore bottom.

 

Ugh.

 

It hurt so much.

 

Tan Qing finally realized that he had been completely deceived by those shameless human writers.

 

During his time training in the old mountains, Tan Qing had read countless books that the other foxes had collected.

 

As times changed, those books disappeared, and he began reading popular human erotica.

 

In those stories, the protagonists always moaned with seductive tenderness, their inner feelings described as overwhelmingly pleasurable, like they couldn't get enough.

 

Talk of waves rising and falling, euphoric highs and lows, arrows hitting the target, and striking right to the heart.

 

Even moments where they felt so full that a blinding light flashed before their eyes.

 

Tan Qing didn't feel any of that.

 

All he felt was friction.

 

Endless friction.

 

With a pained and aggrieved heart, he rubbed his sore backside again.

 

He was utterly disillusioned with this cold, unfeeling, joyless world.

 

He lay there, completely flattened out like a lifeless fox pancake.

 

During his long years of training, where he wasn't allowed to indulge in any earthly desires, Tan Qing had fantasized about the joys of intimacy, secretly imagining how wonderful and pleasurable it would be.

 

After failing to ascend, he dreamed of experiencing human pleasure!

 

But now...

 

Hah.

 

Humans really were just a bunch of liars.

 

He swore he would never do this with a human again!

 

With a miserable expression, Tan Qing shifted his sore, aching waist.

 

He burrowed entirely into the blanket, sulking and whimpering softly.

 

He kept at it until He Mingyu came back into the room after feeding little Jiji some milk and a bowl of meat broth.

 

As soon as He Mingyu opened the door, he saw Tan Qing, who had wriggled from his pillow all the way to the center of their massive 2.5-meter bed, wrapping himself up like a little bundle.

 

He Mingyu sighed and walked over, pulling the blanket down slightly to reveal Tan Qing's face. "Awake?"

 

Tan Qing bared his little sharp teeth, warning him, "You! Keep two meters away from me right now!"

 

He Mingyu brought a cup of water from the nightstand, took a sip to check the temperature, and then brought it to Tan Qing's lips. "From now on, drink a glass of water every morning when you wake up. It's good for your body."

 

Tan Qing gulped down the water, licked his lips, and immediately started scolding He Mingyu: "Why didn't you stop last night when I kept saying to? Wouldn't that have been better for my body too? I told you to stop, stop, stop!"

 

He Mingyu placed the empty cup back on the nightstand and leaned down to kiss Tan Qing's moist lips. "Sorry, I was too focused last night and didn't hear you."

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

He hated this.

 

He even considered going back to the mountains to be the king of the hill again.

 

Still restless in He Mingyu's embrace, Tan Qing kept wriggling and twisting his worn-out waist, exhausted from the night before.

 

After a while, curiosity struck him. He arched his back and turned to glance at his backside.

 

Then he looked up at He Mingyu and asked, "Hey, where did all that stuff you put inside me last night go? The slippery stuff?"

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu quickly pulled the blanket over Tan Qing's pale bottom and held him close. "I gave you a bath while you were sleeping."

 

Tan Qing groggily nodded. "Oh… I thought maybe I absorbed it."

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

He Mingyu's expression grew complicated, and he held Tan Qing a little tighter before softly asking, "Tan Qing."

 

Tan Qing, still playing with his fingers, muttered, "Hmm?"

 

He Mingyu kissed the top of his head. "If one day we could have a little brother or sister for Jiji, would you want that?"

 

Tan Qing lazily yawned, "Nope."

 

He Mingyu paused. "Why not?"

 

Tan Qing turned around, frowning in confusion, and answered honestly, "Because doing that isn't fun at all, and I never want to do it again."

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

For once, He Mingyu was at a loss for words.

 

He instinctively hugged Tan Qing tighter, a bit nervously asking, "Did it really hurt that much?"

 

Tan Qing stopped fiddling with his fingers, flipped over, and sat on top of He Mingyu, staring wide-eyed and seriously nodding. "It did! He Mingyu, it hurt so much! I think Qingqing might be broken."

 

He Mingyu: "..."

 

Tan Qing's legs were now spread on either side of He Mingyu's waist.

 

Considering Tan Qing's slender and agile frame, this was not exactly a... harmonious position*.

 

[T/N: The word "和諧" (harmonious) in this context doesn't literally refer to a lack of harmony in the usual sense, but rather implies that the situation is sexually charged or inappropriate given the circumstances, making it "unharmonious" from a social or physical standpoint.]

 

With a straight face, He Mingyu shifted the corners of his hips upward slightly, taking advantage of Tan Qing's innocent lack of knowledge.

 

Then, softening his tone, he held Tan Qing's waist and coaxed, "You won't break. Let me put some ointment on it, okay?"

 

Tan Qing pouted, sliding off He Mingyu's lap and flopping back onto the bed. "Okay, but be gentle."

 

"Alright."

 

He Mingyu lifted the air conditioning blanket off Tan Qing, revealing the area that needed attention.

 

After glancing at it, He Mingyu awkwardly turned his head and coughed softly before leaning down to murmur in Tan Qing's ear, "It might take a while. Want to play with the iPad while you wait?"

 

Tan Qing swung his legs and bargained, "Does your iPad have Bronze Legends on it?"

 

He Mingyu opened the app store, found the game, and handed the iPad to Tan Qing. "It's downloading. It'll be ready soon."

 

Overjoyed, Tan Qing hugged the iPad and eagerly set out to find his equally clueless gaming partner.

 

The internet at home was always top-notch for He Mingyu's convenience at work.

 

Tan Qing logged into his game account smoothly, and upon seeing that Ji Yanxiu was online, they decided to team up and cause some trouble as their flashy noob duo.

 

Besides Ji Yanxiu and Tan Qing, they filled the remaining spots in the team with three random players.

 

Once the game began, one of the random players typed in the chat, "Turn on voice chat, I'll carry the team."

 

Tan Qing, not daring to use voice chat under He Mingyu's watchful eye, quickly typed a response in the team chat.

 

QingQing's a pro: "Wow, you're so cool! Please carry us! But my dad's home, so I can't use voice chat!"

 

QingQing's a pro: "Big shoutout to my handsome brother!"

 

The random player, clearly charmed by the enthusiastic "girl," typed back, "No problem, I'll carry you. Next time, when your dad's not home, turn on voice chat. I'll give you a one-on-one lesson."

 

QingQing's a pro: "Okay! Love you, handsome bro! Mwah!"

 

Just as Tan Qing finished typing, the system flashed a message.

 

Your teammate Ji was first-blooded* by the enemy.

 

[T/N: In gaming, "first blood" refers to the first kill in a match, especially in games like MOBA (Multiplayer Online Battle Arena) or first-person shooters. Achieving "first blood" typically grants a bonus to the player or team that gets the kill, giving them an early advantage. In this scene, Jì was killed first, meaning he gave the enemy team that crucial early-game boost.]

 

Ji: "Oops, my hand slipped."

 

By the time He Mingyu opened the jar of ointment and turned around, he saw the message on Tan Qing's screen.

 

Tan Qing, controlling his character with wild abandon, was completely unaware of the darkening gaze from He Mingyu beside him.

 

That gaze grew heavier.

 

But in the end...

 

He Mingyu reined in his simmering expression, scooped up some cool ointment with his fingers, and gently applied it to Tan Qing's entrance.

 

Tan Qing shivered at the cold sensation, instinctively curling up. "Mmm..."

 

"Don't move."

 

Effortlessly, He Mingyu grabbed hold of Tan Qing's slender ankle and pulled him back into place. He then started spreading the ointment.

 

"Does it hurt here?"

 

"No..."

 

"What about here?"

 

"…"

 

"Or here?"

 

Tan Qing's character was zigzagging across the screen like a confused snake.

 

After dying once more, Tan Qing turned to negotiate with He Mingyu, hoping to end this "medicine routine" soon.

 

However, at that exact moment, He Mingyu's fingers casually pressed a certain spot.

 

His cold voice followed: "Is it here?"

 

Tan Qing's body gave out, his waist collapsing under the sudden touch, and his elbows buckled beneath him on the bed.

 

This felt so strange.

 

He whimpered, the sensation becoming unbearable, and tried to kick He Mingyu away with his legs, only to be caught and pulled right back.

 

He Mingyu's voice remained calm and gentle, showing no trace of the darkness he'd exhibited earlier upon seeing Ji Yanxiu's name on the screen.

 

He leisurely pressed again. "It seems like this spot hurts. I need to apply more medicine here."

 

Tan Qing's eyes welled with tears from the pressure, having already forgotten all about his game. Sniffling, he tried to free himself. "No, no, not there. It doesn't hurt, wuwuwu..."

 

"Really?"

 

He Mingyu finally relented.

 

He got up, methodically wiped his fingers clean with a tissue, and retrieved the iPad that Tan Qing had accidentally exited during his struggles. "Alright, game time's over. Time to get up and eat."

 

Having narrowly escaped, Tan Qing clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture toward He Mingyu. "Just let me finish that one game, then I'll get up to eat!"

 

But He Mingyu simply powered off the iPad, turning back to look at Tan Qing. "No more games. But this morning, we have chicken congee and chicken sandwiches. Want some?"

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Defeated, Tan Qing shuffled out to the living room in his slippers.

 

The little one was playing with toy cars inside the large children's castle that He Mingyu had built for him, while the nanny, who had been absent the day before, was diligently keeping watch.

 

Clutching his growling stomach, Tan Qing slumped into a seat at the dining table.

 

It wasn't long before He Mingyu emerged from the kitchen, carrying a warm breakfast.

 

A soft-boiled egg with a runny yolk, a chicken salad sandwich, and a steaming bowl of chicken congee.

 

Tan Qing licked his lips and scooped a spoonful of the congee. "Wow, did you make this?"

 

He Mingyu nodded, pushing a glass of milk toward Tan Qing. "It seems the nutritionist's meal plan isn't suitable for you. If I'm not traveling for work, I'll take care of your meals from now on."

 

Tan Qing took a big bite of the egg, a bite of the sandwich, and downed a large gulp of milk, suddenly filled with excitement about every meal from now on. "Can I place orders for meals?"

 

He Mingyu: "No."

 

Tan Qing: "..."

 

Frustrated, Tan Qing stabbed at the egg with his fork and finished it in one bite. "Fine, fine. In a few days, I'll be back on set anyway. I can just order takeout!"

 

In contrast to Tan Qing's carefree dining style, He Mingyu's table manners were impeccable.

 

Setting his spoon back on the table, He Mingyu shook his head. "It seems you won't be able to order takeout anytime soon."

 

Tan Qing sucking on his spoon, asked: "Huh, why?"

 

He Mingyu replied, "This morning's news reported that Xuanwu's largest investor has suffered a financial collapse. The production has been temporarily suspended."

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