Translator: ayszhang
Proofreaders: Artemis, Gwen, LSL, Luzo & Red
Read on to find out what happened after they got on the cab!
NSFW!
03
To
be honest, I wasn’t too surprised that Pokerface knew my address. With his
abilities, I reckon he could get the address of the American president if he
wanted to, let alone that tiny house of mine. What I was surprised about was
that I somehow had gotten stuck to him like a piece of caramel candy ever since
Fats started to go berserk, and the fact that he hadn’t flipped the table and
called it quits. He actually stayed until the end of the party and even got in
the car with me.
While
I was focused on this feeling of surprise, the cab driver slammed on the gas
and started racing down the street, fearless because there was no competition
on the streets this late at night. He practically drifted as he turned each
corner, making me bounce in between the car window and Pokerface. I was
petrified! What if we got into an accident?!
Pokerface
paid for the cab and got off when we finally made it home. The moment he
stepped out, he turned around to grab me by the shoulder and I got yanked out
by his incredibly powerful grasp. Just as I hit the ground, I took a few steps forward
to catch my balance and my head started spinning again. I could barely stand so
I quickly crouched down.
I heard the revving of an engine behind me and the cab left. I was balled
up like a mushroom on the side of the road with my knees tucked tightly in. I
was trying to wait for all my brain functions to recalibrate before standing up
again.
I heard footsteps passing by me and stopping in front. A sense of pressure
loomed down from above. It appeared that the person had crouched down as well
and put a hand on my back.
Pokerface? He hasn’t left yet?
I peeked out between my arms to see a pair of semi-worn Camper shoes. It
was his all right. I wanted to look up but my head felt so heavy so I kept
rubbing my forehead to alleviate the aching. However, at that moment, my
stomach churned, causing me much discomfort.
I was half-joking when I had said I’d never been drunk since university. I
had been drunk all right, but not once had I been as drunk as this time. At
least I had been able to walk by myself. Normally, the one passed out on the
ground wasn’t me and I often had to take care of the ones who were. Thus, I
completely understood how annoying and disgusting it was to take care of a
drunken bastard, yet I was that bastard. I was conscious but my limp hands and
feet just wouldn’t listen to me.
Pokerface didn’t rush me or push me but rather stroked my back with
unbelievable patience. I couldn’t help thinking that he must have had previous
experience taking care of drunk people.
Who was fortunate enough to have him
do that?
Fortunate. Hah, that was actually what I thought.
“Keys,” he said while tapping me after what seemed like a minute. Or maybe
it was an hour.
“Huh?” I looked up.
Keys? Oh right, keys. That’s how you
get the door open.
Without much more thinking, I started rifling through my pant pocket with
the astonishment of Columbus when he discovered the New World.
Keys, keys, keys. Where are you? I
hear you tinkling so why can’t I pull you out?!
He probably didn’t want to wait until the sun rose for me to find my keys
so he let out a quiet tsk and reached
into my pocket. In less than no time, he fished a string of keys out.
Once he got the keys, he got up and went to the door. I was still where I
had been, listening to him inserting the keys with precision and getting the
outer door and the inner door unlocked. The pair of Campers came back and then
I was lifted up under my arms and dragged towards the house.
Throughout the process, all I saw was the asphalt road, the doorstep, the
doormat, and then the wooden floor, and when this thing that was called a sofa
came into sight, my vision experienced a blackout. By the time I realised, I
was already lying flat on the sofa.
The metal door closed with a bang. The pitter-patter of Pokerface’s
footsteps resonated in the house. I thought he would just leave after tossing
me into my house. After all, his mission was complete. But it turned out that
Pokerface was a good person and it seemed he was determined to see the whole
thing through. His shadowy figure moved away and then approached. I felt my
limp self being pushed upright off of the sofa. I squinted at his face but it
was blurry.
“Water.” Something cold and hard was placed against my lips along with his
simple utterance.
I moved my gaze down. He had passed a glass of water to me. I didn’t think
too much since he was the one who gave it to me and tilted my head back with
the edge of the glass against my lips.
Once again, it turned out that it was hard being a good person.
The thought hadn’t even occurred to me when I was gulping down the water,
what devastating results would ensue drinking more liquids when your stomach is
already filled to the brim. By the time I realised this, the water had already
slid down my throat, and when I opened my mouth to say ‘No!’ I ended up making
an ‘urgh’ sound which was followed by a cascade of vomit.
Pokerface was quick to shrink back after grabbing the glass, but not quickly
enough: nearly half of the barf sprayed onto him. Even though I did my best to
cover my mouth, needless to say, the rest welled out of my mouth and dripped
onto my body.
Damn, I just changed the sofa cover last week! I cried in my mind.
However,
that wasn’t the most urgent thing at hand. Getting my own clothes dirty was
fine—it was my own damn fault—but Pokerface…he…
Honestly,
my head cleared up quite a bit after puking and I recognized what a stupid
thing I had done. I lowered my head while covering my mouth and stayed there in
fear of the aura of death that stood before me.
But
I couldn’t just keep it lowered. I mean, he brought me back home, paid for the
cab, poured water for me and even had such an atrocious thing done to him. I
had to apologize for my actions, right?
Tentatively,
I glanced up. Pokerface was standing upright, and surely, his white shirt had
become dark yellow. I was too afraid to look into his eyes because I was afraid
daggers would come flying out at me. First, I rehearsed my emotions and when I
lifted my face, I had a lost-puppy look on it. “Xiaoge, I-I’m so sorry.”
Only
the night light was on in the living room. In the dark, I saw his tightly
balled up fist by his leg. I felt grateful all of a sudden—all the incense I had burned for those bodhisattvas were worth
it—because he probably would have cut me in half if he had his black iron sword.
However, that hand disappeared from sight with a zoom and the next
second it grabbed me by the collar and I was dragged up from the sofa.
Pokerface
pulled me close to him. “Where is the bathroom?”
His
voice was one octave lower than usual which made me shudder. I pointed my shaky
hands towards the second floor. “In my room…there’s one.”
The
moment I finished enunciating ‘one,’ I felt this menacing force coming for me
and I closed my eyes instinctively as I thought it was a punch. However, my
body suddenly spun around and my feet left the ground. Accompanying the
overwhelming shock was the realisation that I was being carried horizontally!
Wh-wh-wh-what the hell?!
Pokerface
just carried me like he would a baby chick. He peered towards the second floor
and his feet quickly followed. My arms swung and dangled in the air.
I
was scared stiff, literally, and felt utterly embarrassed. He was taller than
me but if I took a picture with him, I would definitely take up more of it! It
wasn’t like I wanted a large frame. However, this contrast didn’t seem to
bother him. He practically fled up the stairs.
There
was only one room on the second floor. When we arrived at the door, it was
half-open but Pokerface kicked it open with a bang so loud that I thought my
door was probably broken. But rather than worrying about the door, it was a
better idea to worry about my fate.
He
scanned the room. The door to the bathroom was to the left hand side and he
found it very quickly. He first took a few steps in, stood me upright on the
floor and opened the bathroom door, shoving me in with a swipe of his arm. This
shove knocked me straight into the bathroom, making me trip over my own feet.
The bathtub suddenly enlarged before my eyes. My knees buckled and my body
limped over. I collapsed over the edge of the tub.
Sprawled out on the tub, my mind was still a mess and was not going
to settle down any time soon. As I was using my remaining bits of logic to
determine what to do next, the door behind me clicked open after being closed
for less than a minute.
Almost
instinctively, I turned to look. I could make out Pokerface coming towards me
through my blurry vision. He was almost nude, the only article of clothing left
being a pair of square-cut briefs.
He
drew closer and closer. My mind had cleared up quite a bit but I still wasn’t
sure how angry he was. Erring on the safe side, I slumped back onto the edge of
the tub, letting my arms go limp and closing my eyes to pretend to be a man on
his deathbed.
He
wouldn’t beat up an unconscious guy even if he was furious, would he? I kept
wishing in my head. Even though he usually looked very cold, I wanted to
believe that he had a compassionate heart.
He stopped beside me. I wondered what he had thought after seeing a
full-grown adult playing dead by a bathtub. However, he didn’t say much as he
lifted me up by the arm and turned me to face him.
I shut my eyelids but my eyeballs
wouldn’t stop pulsing. I hoped he didn’t notice.
Compared to the menacing air from
earlier, the Pokerface in front of me seemed to be gentler—although I
had my eyes shut and couldn’t see a thing. He let me lean on his shoulder while
he pushed my arms up high and then he reached for the bottom of my V-neck
shirt, pulling the garment all the way up.
I think it was tossed away after the
sleeves left my arms since I heard the shuffle of cloth against the ground. I
took this as the absence of danger so I opened my eyes a crack. He was very
close to me so I couldn’t tell if he was mad.
Then I felt his icy cold fingers
sliding down along my abdomen and unbuckling my belt.
Kylin: This is really the last time I'm doing this.
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04
I
was thinking that Pokerface didn’t seem to be able to stand these filthy
clothing staying a second longer either on me or on him. That was why his anger
decreased by half when he got rid of his. Thus, I didn’t make any delays and
just stood there compliantly as he took off my pants along with my belt and
dropped it on the floor with a clank.
But
I could no longer stay quiet once he started to pull on my underwear.
“Erm,
Xiaoge?” I grabbed his wrist alarmingly and asked nervously. What was he doing?
He
still kept a straight face while tugging on the waistband with a finger. “You
want to shower with it on?”
Ohhh. A shower! I see now! I must be really
out of it right now.
I
couldn’t help reprimanding myself in my head.
Wu Xie, oh Wu Xie, why were you measuring his
corn with your bushel? Why was I so nervous just now and why am I so relieved
now?
We
were just two fellows so it wasn’t a big deal to show a little skin. Also, it
wasn’t like we hadn’t before—we did in the undersea grave, although we didn’t show nearly as much as this time. Therefore,
I still pushed on his hand, indicating that I could do it myself. I held on to
his shoulder with one hand and clumsily pulled my underwear down my leg to my
ankles with my other before kicking it aside.
I was completely naked by the time I stood up straight again. I had
no idea what to do with my hands and where to look, but Pokerface didn’t waste
any time. He turned me around and led me to step in the tub.
I felt like he was my own designated handicap railing, standing
there for me to hold on to while I cautiously stuck out my feet one at a time
and stepped into the tub.
The surface was a bit wet and the pools of moisture were cool to the
touch. I had just found my footing in the tub when my mind split into two. I
tried to reach for the shower head with one hand while turning to look at
Pokerface because I was wondering why he was still standing outside. Through
this pull and push, my body started tilting in a weird angle. My feet
slipped—bam!
For
a moment, the world was black. When light returned to my eyes, what I saw were
the light bulbs attached to the ceiling flashing and twinkling, while I was on
my butt in the tub and my spine ached immensely.
My
first reaction was to turn to look at Pokerface. I saw him massaging his
temples, seemingly at his limit. I thought, if I were him I probably would have
butchered me. I mean what a troublesome person!
I
struggled to get up but Pokerface lowered his hands and took his briefs off
without hesitation. Next, he stepped into tub and looked down from above.
The
view was quite, uh, majestic.
While
my mind was wandering, Pokerface had already hauled me up. I came up too quickly
which made me feel lightheaded and lose my centre of gravity so I fell on him.
He
held me up with one arm and did something else behind me with the other. I
heard the shower head being picked up and placed into its holder that was
screwed into the wall.
The
shower was turned on too—splash—and water started
pouring out onto us.
“Stand properly,” he commanded.
I had been leaning lazily on him but once I heard him, I quickly
straightened my posture as though every cell in my body felt danger, and became
stiff like a plank even though I was still feeling extremely dizzy.
My
hair soaked up the water very quickly and hung down in front of my face. I
watched Pokerface through them. His face was covered by strands of hair too.
Water droplets hung off of the ends and made him look not angry but as if he
was saying ‘What am I going to do with you?’.
He
reached under my arm with one arm to work on something. I glanced over to find
that his hand was full of shampoo and it came back to rub the shampoo into my
hair.
I
had thought that the shampoo was for him so I didn’t expect him to wash my hair
first. Habitually, I closed my eyes, if not it would have hurt a lot if the
water and lather went into my eyes.
Pokerface
began to massage my scalp with such even pressure I almost fell asleep. However,
his hands moved down towards my temples. He applied a bit more pressure and
drew circles around them. A very soothing feeling washed over my mind and
helped to sober me up.
As he massaged me, I thought to
myself, from what I have seen through our interactions, he doesn’t
seem like the type to know how to care for others. At least he doesn’t know how to take
care of himself, does he?
My thoughts started to wander and
for some reason I thought back to the carcass cave. I recalled
that after we had left the cave, Big Kui had fainted from fright while
Pokerface had, too, from the blood loss. I changed his bandage once while he had
been unconscious and when I had seen the wound I was stunned. The cut was so
deep that I could see the fat layer! He had been so reckless that it seemed as
though he had not been cutting himself but some other person. I wondered
whether he would even treat the injury or just let it flow freely and get
infected while being completely oblivious if no one had been there to look
after him.
My head was hanging low. I blinked
my eyes a few times and several drops of water got shaken off, allowing me to
see what was in front of me: Pokerface’s collarbone. There was a distinct dip
where the bone connected to his sternum.
A confusing image flashed through my
head. This area had once been dyed red with blood and also had a tattoo of what
might have been an animal. Although the tattoo hadn’t appeared for long, it had
left such a striking impression that I couldn’t forget about it even if I tried
to.
“Xiaoge,” I leaned my head against
the fair surface that had nothing on it so far. “Where’s the qilin?”
His hands stopped moving. “What?”
The water was still running. It
streamed through my hair and onto him, leaving lots of white lather.
Huh, what did I just say?
Drunk
people had horrible memory and would forget what was just said a second ago.
“Qi…Ki. Lin.” Cream?
I was fairly sure that I was spouting nonsense. My linguistic
capacities were a complete mess. But after I said it, I discovered that
Pokerface’s skin was indeed very smooth, kind of like cream. I nuzzled my face
in his neck and the fact that I was just being a nuisance did not even occur to
me.
Clunk. The water
stopped coming from behind. I felt Pokerface placing his hand on my waist after
turning the tap off.
Why? Why has he turned the water off? Is he
leaving?
He
held me by the waist with one hand and put the other up in front of my face,
sticking a few fingers up. “How many fingers, Wu Xie?”
I
squinted at his slender, long fingers, pressing my face closer and then drawing
it back. They became a few shadowy outlines in my dilated pupils. It looked
like there were four…or maybe only three? Then I blinked my eyes and it became
five, six, seven, eight…
This
made me even more confused, so I impatiently let out a ‘tsk’ and tackled his
hand.
“Kylin.”
Okay, I finally got it right.
That
was not what I had wanted to say but it was what I wanted to say then. Qilin,
cream, Kylin—I wondered if he ever noticed that his
name sounded like a lot of things.
With
his hand in grasp, I moved it downwards towards my stomach where my manhood was
just starting to awaken.
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For those who haven't read the original, here is the manhua depiction of the scene where Kylin cut his hand and used his blood to drive away the carcass bugs and overpower the female corpse, making it kneel down. This is the first scene where we witness the powers/abilities of Kylin and because of it Kylin also has the nickname of 'Bug Spray,' because bugs/evil critters are afraid of his blood.
Note: Wu Xie is the one with a band-aid on his cheek, Uncle Three is the one with the moustache and Panzi is the one with a bandage around his head. Also, remember to read from left to right!
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ayszhang says: The last chapters of this short story will be released tomorrow! ^o^ Thanks for reading and we look forward to your comments! <3
first ^-^
ReplyDeleteI'M FIRST XD
ReplyDeleteno no no, i beat you ;) you're just a minute late !
ReplyDeleteCongrats again ^^
ReplyDeleteAwww XD better luck next time hehe
ReplyDeletewoooow.. i'm starting to think that being drunk is awesome !!! (this gives me an idea..)
ReplyDeletehmmm.. can't wait to know what that hand going to do down stairs *wink wink*
ohhhh.. my pokerface is soo patient.. but thinkng of it in a different way, why would He of all people ( i don't really know him well, but from Wu Xie's point of view he looks more scary then nice well) act all kind like that.. there had to be an ulterior motive !!!
can't wait for the best part.. thanks for posting i'll see you tomorrow
XD Wu Xie is kinda oblivious. I remember in the first or second book, Fats asked Wu Xie privately, "Who is he to you?" In other words why does he treat you differently? Are you two friends or relatives or something? XD and so Fats also has the nickname "the King of Truth" bcuz he always points out the stuff that Wu Xie the narrator doesn't
ReplyDeleteAnywaysss ;DD tomorrow's the finale hehe...
i noticed when fats said that and i was like OMG their exposed!!!! the answere is just too obvious, i take off my hat in respect for fats, hold on i'm not wearing any.. actually i don't even own one !!! FATION DISASTER... NII_SAN HAS NO HATS, THE WORLD IS GONNA END !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteyep.. i'm dying to see the rest ^-^
And the fun starts~~ XD
ReplyDeleteReading this makes me a little bit scared of drinking.. I know I'm an adult but I never drink as much as 3ml of champagne or wine(the only alcohol I ever tasted, if that counts :D), and I feel dizzy already..
If a miracle happens and I got drunk, I can't imagine what I'll be spewing out or doing XD Hmmmm... I better try it one of this days and record everything with a video cam for me to see when I'm sober~ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :D
I hope you guys have a higher tolerance than me! And I guess some of you had a remarkable experience being drunk \(>_<)/
I'll just lend you one of mine :D
ReplyDeleteI admit they look soooo cute together.. Wu Xie being oblivious <3
Awwww last chapter already? TT_TT would it be bad if I say I want more? Ehehehehehe
XDD we're such a friendly bunch <3
ReplyDeleteI knooow so slashable. I swear the author wrote it to be slashable XD he kind of admitted it too at a fan signing >u> I am a huge fan so I'm defs gonna translate some more fanfics of them ^_^/ next one I have in mind is much more NSFW than this one ;)
Aww :3 it's okay. You're not missing out on much. I mean most people don't drink cause they like the taste :s they just drink to get drunk and have a good(?) time.
ReplyDeleteXDD I kinda feel bad cuz there isn't as much "fun" as i would like but this story fit the theme for St Pattys so >_< i promise next one will have more "fun" hehehehe
I really like this, it's written in every detail and yeah Pokerface is a god! I want him for myself. ;)) His character design is really awesome~
ReplyDeleteWu Xie is cute calling him Kylin, I smiled all the way, the power of alcohol is really strong..hahah! yeah,so loving the aliases/nicknames..cool~
Hehe, if you're familiar with Asian culture you'd know only the closest of people call eachother by their name directly ;D when Wu Xie wasn't drunk he only called him Xiaoge (Pokerface is his secret nickname for Kylin cuz he's so quiet and emotionless XD ) but now he called him by his first name *gasp* it's about to go downnn!! \(>u<)/
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm really amazed on how much they manage to tolerate the taste :D
ReplyDeleteBut the event's is quite fun and hilarious in some way XD the way it describes how drunk and how PokerFace treated him...I can't help but smile (>_<)
The author's such a tease.. He knows we go crazy on those slashable parts XD
ReplyDeleteAyszhang!! Have I ever told you how much I love you?? With all these effort, translations and releases..I'm so happy I found this site <3 <3 <3
8D *catches all those hearts*
ReplyDeleteI'm happy as long as the readers are happy :D and ofc if I get comments and feedback <3<3<3
I knooow >.< alcohol brings out what's inside ;D and in this case Wu Xie's feelings for Kyling <3~
ReplyDeleteThis is so funny and adorable XD
ReplyDeleteI love to see the final post today hehehe :D
XD glad to hear that >u> Personally, I prefer more, uhm... explicit content (//o\\) so I'm really glad to hear that you like it~
ReplyDeleteThank you ^^...looking forward to the next one
ReplyDeleteWelcome~ OwOb See you tomorrow~
ReplyDeleteHmm.. I got a bit confused... is kylin, xiaoge's kind of english name or something else?
ReplyDeleteHis full name is 張起靈 (zhang qi ling) and it's been romanized as Kylin Zhang. His first name is a pun on the tattoo on his torso which is a mythical animal called 'qilin' http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qilin
ReplyDeleteAh! I see, pokerface has a lot of aliases in this novel so I got a bit confused at the beginning but thanks for clarifying :-)
ReplyDeleteThis author's work is absolutely good too! Kudos to the author ehehe
Oh my gosh! Yes please!!! I have to admit this fic is what got me into DMBJ in the first place :)
ReplyDeleteBtw have you watched the drama? It's really good!!
(Sad fate of people who can't read but can speak Chinese...)
OMG NOOOOOOOOOOO THE TV AND MOVIE IS NO GOOD D:!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSeriously... they added a new girl character!!! D:
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