Chapter 3158: My Wife and I Roleplay Daily Life 45

Chenshu returned to Myriad Phenomena Peak after noon had passed; He Yun had already gone to class training, and the sweeping disciples in the courtyard had not dared to approach for several days ever since Senior Martial Brother Jin Chen fell ill and took to resting—this courtyard had become the forbidden zone of the entire Myriad Phenomena Peak, no one dared to rashly enter, for fear of disturbing Senior Brother's rest.

Chenshu pushed the door open and saw Jin Chen reclining on the small cot by the window, holding a snow-white little fox in his arms; the fox slept soundly, its tail draped over Jin Chen's arm, and Jin Chen himself was half-asleep, eyes closed.

Chenshu stood at the doorway for a moment before stepping closer and asking in a low voice, 'Where did this fox come from?'

Jin Chen lifted his head, seeing him return, and said, 'Junior martial brother gave it to me, saying to let me keep it for a few days.'

He lifted the little fox to show Chenshu, 'Isn't it cute?'

Chenshu approached, 'Even while you're recuperating, you still have the energy to raise a fox?'

Who would have thought Jin Chen would place the little fox on the soft cushion and then fall silent, leaning against the cot with his gaze drifting out the window.

Chenshu raised an eyebrow, walked over, and naturally sat into his embrace, turning his face back from the window to face him directly, 'What's wrong now? You're already healed and still making a fuss?'

Jin Chen let out a long, soft sigh, 'Fine, important people are forgetful.'

'I'm fine, it's just that I waited one shichen and ended up waiting two; I have nothing else to do, anyway the fox keeps me company playing, and tonight I'll let this little fox sleep with me.'

Chenshu: '……'

He then recalled the promise of one shichen he had made before leaving, feeling a bit guilty, he pursed his lips, kissed Jin Chen's corner of the mouth, and coaxed, 'What should we do? Shall I make it up to you?'

He picked up the little fox from the soft cushion, placed it outside, then shut the door, monopolizing Jin Chen's embrace; he hooked his arms around Jin Chen's neck and initiated a kiss.

Jin Chen let him be affectionate for a while, then lifted a silver chain with his fingertips and swayed it before Chenshu's eyes.

He kissed Chenshu's ear and said, 'I've prepared some toys. Wife, will you compensate me for an afternoon?'

Jin Chen feared Chenshu might refuse, so while speaking he rubbed, his nose brushing against Chenshu's neck back and forth as if he could never get enough, 'Please, please.'

Chenshu felt half his body go numb from the rubbing; even if he were stone-hearted, he would have agreed now, especially since it was his husband's coquettishness—he was dazed from the kisses and immediately nodded assent, actually not having heard clearly what exactly the toys Jin Chen mentioned were.

Only when Jin Chen held him did they enter the Mustard Seed Space.

It was still the familiar courtyard they knew, but the scene had changed completely.

The courtyard walls vanished, replaced by a hazy white mist that sealed off the space from the outside; most importantly, no one would ever come to disturb them here.

In other words, everything here could be controlled by the owner of the mustard seed, namely Jin Chen.

Although Chenshu had entered already stark naked, while Jin Chen remained fully clothed, he sensed no danger; after kissing Jin Chen he relaxed a bit, casually glanced around, and his pupils contracted slightly.

In a corner of the courtyard, an extremely long agarwood vine sprouted from the ground, winding outward, about as thick as an adult's arm, extending from one end to the other and hovering in midair.

It was hard not to suspect that this was a manifestation of part of Jin Chen's true form… its aura and texture were unmistakably a fragment of the Agarwood Divine Tree.

And on the vine were many protrusions resembling flower buds; the buds varied in size, some slightly opened to reveal a tender pink core within, while others remained tightly closed like round, smooth beads.

Chenshu glanced at it once and seemed to understand exactly what Jin Chen meant by 'toys'.

He lowered his gaze and saw that Jin Chen had hung a new silver butterfly chain across his chest; this time the silver butterfly was more delicate, its wings inlaid with tiny spirit crystals that glittered in the faint light, and the chain's end bore several tiny silver bells that chimed with the slightest tremor.

'Jin Chen… you…' Chenshu felt a flush of embarrassment.

Jin Chen pressed his hand, then brought it to his lips for a kiss, saying, 'I know my limits, wife; trust me.'

Chenshu's eyelashes trembled, his expression gradually softened, his face slightly flushed, he wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck and gave a gentle nod.

The vine's height was exactly level with his waist; Jin Chen lifted him and placed him on the vine, Chenshu's feet left the ground, able only to tiptoe barely touching—this was when he realized… in this space controlled by Jin Chen, his spiritual power had actually been sealed away.

With the sensitivity of a mortal body, he felt the roughness of the vine and the sensation of the protruding buds lodged between his legs.

... How strange.

Chenshu closed his eyes, his lashes damp and hazy, he carefully balanced on his tiptoes, trying to find a stable point of support.

But at that moment Jin Chen released his hold, letting him sink heavily downward, suspending him just right in midair—his toes touched the ground but could not support his full weight, so most of the pressure fell onto that vine.

'…No…' Chenshu bit his lip hard, his legs growing weaker.

It was truly too much.

Jin Chen kissed the finely trembling Chenshu, soothed him for a while, then slowly walked to the vine's end, extended his hand toward Chenshu, full of allure, 'Come.'

Chenshu gritted his teeth and rebuked him, 'Jin Chen… how can you play this kind of…'

But he had no retreat; he braced his feet and trembled forward a step, the bud pressing against his groin, its rough texture transmitting through the thin skin, truly strange and unbearable, the breath in his chest disrupted by the sensation between his legs.

And merely thinking that this vine was a manifestation of Jin Chen's true form, with all his perceptions visible to Jin Chen, made Chenshu tremble even more.

Meaning… he was seen from inside out.

Without spiritual power to protect him, yet Chenshu's body was that of a body cultivator, extraordinarily resilient, and would not be ruined by this play.

He moved forward step by step; each step caused the buds to rub, sending a tingling shudder, the silver bells in front jingling with his motions.

Chenshu had moved about a third of the way when suddenly a warm palm covered his back, and a breath of air blew into his ear.

Chenshu's pupils quivered as he heard from behind the youthful voice of Jin Chen, like the cloying coaxing from that time in the divine hall.

'Master,' the youth embraced Chenshu's naked waist from behind, his arms loosely encircling his waist and abdomen, lowered his head to kiss his shoulder, lips brushing his earlobe, warm breath falling on his sensitive skin, 'Don't move recklessly, or you'll fall.'

Chenshu nearly went limp halfway; his waist was held by the youth, his chest caught by the silver butterfly's bell, his legs pressed by the vine's buds, his gaze instantly scattered, even his tongue could not retract.

'Xiao Chen…'

'It's me.' The youth rubbed his shoulder, gently fanning Chenshu's waist and abdomen that were about to spasm, then rubbed him some more.

Chenshu was leaned into the youth's palm by his rubbing; just as Chenshu did not want to move forward, about to lose himself in the youth's embrace, the vine's end transmitted Jin Chen's unexpected voice, together with the composed control that only comes with adulthood.

'Wife, aren't you supposed to come into my embrace? How can you stop.'

At that instant Chenshu's pupils dilated, the muddled cognition causing him to lose the ability to think momentarily.

He looked ahead—Jin Chen stood at the vine's end, leisurely observing him with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth; behind… the youth's embrace was warm and real, pressed against his back, breath blowing onto his neck.

Both were Jin Chen. Both were looking at him.

At that moment Chenshu's reason seemed to be torn apart from within, unable to control his expression, his whole self falling into chaos; there was a feeling of being seen through, an inexplicable sense of shame, his toes scraping on the blue bricks yet unable to find steady footing.

But… but they're both Jin Chen.

Chenshu bit his lip, feeling light-headed as if dazed among the clouds.

He clung to kissing the youth behind him, yet could not restrain himself from thinking of Jin Chen at the vine's end, utterly losing his reason.

'There are still thirty more.' Jin Chen's voice came from the vine's end.

Chenshu's face flushed, and he showed him a wronged expression full of affection; in that love that could be called obsessive, he acted cute and begged, "Hold me."

Jin Chen's tone lightly rose at the end, "Huh?"

The boy behind Chenshu tightened his hold, lowered his head and bit his earlobe, his voice sticky as it fell, "Master, can I not hold you?"

... What.

In the utmost chaos, Chenshu was so stimulated that he burst into tears; tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto the wood vine, making the wood vine and flower buds soggy, on the verge of utter collapse.

Those few flower buds, with such a body, could never be walked through no matter what.

The boy behind Chenshu had vanished at some point; he blearily lifted his gaze to see the figure at the end of the wood vine walking toward him, saw Jin Chen approach and extend his hand, and immediately reached out to his husband, wanting to embrace.

Jin Chen compassionately held him in his arms, yet he also supported Chenshu's lower back and placed him onto that flower bud behind.

Under the double overwhelming stimulation, Chenshu couldn't even cry out, instantly collapsing into Jin Chen's arms, trembling all over, unable to calm for a long time.

"Jin Chen... Xiao Chen..." he murmured indistinctly, unable to tell which one he was calling.

"I'm here." Jin Chen kissed his lips, "It's amazing, I can even feel it... Thank you, Master, for the gift."

What gift?

Chenshu looked down blankly and saw the wood vine absorbing those soggy drips, as if it had received some nourishment; that soggy moisture seeped along the wood vine's grain and would eventually return to Jin Chen's spiritual sense.

Chenshu suddenly understood, his face flushing with shame, yet at the same time he felt a gratifying desire akin to a dark delusion.

He completely gave himself over, sitting on the wood vine, begging Jin Chen for a kiss.

So happy...