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05
I
clearly felt that Pokerface shuddered when he touched my erection. He looked at
me while I giggled back at him.
When
I think about it now after I have woken up, I wish I could have just hit my
head against the porcelain walls. They say that the tipsy world is the most
wonderful. What they mean is that while some sensations are impaired, others
are amplified.
For
instance, a person who is usually conservative would be more open when they are
tipsy, and even give in to their impulses. Self-restrain decreases and courage
increases while the feelings and desires stay intact. The only thing missing
completely is this thing called shame.
So
even though I now think that Pokerface was surely taken back by my shameless
behaviour, I thought at that time that it was only reasonable: we were two
naked adults with little distance between each other. Also, the body in front
of me was very attractive to me, so it was only normal that I had a biological
reaction.
However,
I had completely overlooked the fact that he was a man and I was also a man.
This was in and of itself not normal at all!
But,
Pokerface wrapped his hand around the place I signaled for him to touch and
narrowed his eyes as he watched me. He looked casual as if it were a natural
thing, but for some weird reason, I felt like a frog that had been targeted as
prey by a serpent.
Out
of nowhere, a strange thought popped in my head: Does he know how to? Or should
I say, does he know what this sort of reaction entails?
You must know that Pokerface was a man to me but also a man with many mysteries.
What I knew about him was as unclear as looking through a thick veil of fog. It
was like how I couldn’t picture him with modern technology such as cell phones.
Likewise, I couldn’t imagine him doing something any other adult man would do
on a daily basis—masturbating?
It
was absolutely astounding that I could actually process that many thoughts in
such a disconcerted state. It was almost like my soul escaped my body and
floated in midair, watching the two of us, analysing us and commentating?
But it
turned out that all my worries were unnecessary?
Pokerface
was a man and had the common sense of any other man. I discovered to my
surprise that he was superb whether he was doing it himself or to another
person?
First,
he tightened his grip around my waist before holding my erection and stroking
it up and down. I was a bit scared at first because it hurt a little when my
foreskin got pushed back. But very soon, the blood vessels inside seemed to
have gotten used to his grip and unfurled, an indescribable pleasure spreading
from them to the rest of my body.
I
hooked my arms around his neck, breathing a little hard. I kept rubbing my
lower half on him, yearning to go deeper into his palm, as if I wanted him to
know how badly I wanted to be intimate with him.
The
hair by his neck brushed softly on my face—it felt very
nice. Although I would count the strands of hair draping on his collar whenever
I had stood close behind him in the past, my attention would quickly go back to
what was ahead of us because a zongzi might just burst out from nowhere. Unlike
now, I couldn’t focus on smelling his scent. It wasn’t the dank smell of graves
but a light sort of smell—kind of like vanilla.
My breathing hastened and I couldn’t stand very well. Pokerface
seemed to have noticed too because he turned and pressed me against the other
end of the tub, cushioning my back and pushing my hips up with an arm.
With the wall for support, he put more effort into his stroking. Up,
down, up, down—he reached the base of my member several times, making me
shudder as if I were electrocuted.
“Ah, don’t.” I tried to stop his hand but it was absolutely
impossible. His movements were very powerful, not leaving me any chance to
escape. I couldn’t help but feel that I had it coming for myself.
So I did my best to shove back his looming shoulders with my head
lowered. I saw that the head of my member was getting flushed with blood and
leaking with white juices. At the same time, I discovered that his manhood was
the same as mine, already proud and erect. My immediate response was to grab it
but he acted before me, using his knee to constrain me so that I didn’t have
any room to move. Then he sped up with his hands.
I let out a moan as a needle seemed to pierce through my head and I
blacked out.
When blood started flowing to my brain once more, I was leaning on
Pokerface’s shoulder, panting as if I had just run a marathon. Cum was still
shooting out onto his abs and mine. The shower that we took completely went to
waste.
His erect rod was still poking me and half of my weight was still on
him, but another series of thoughts were going through in my head.
Wh-what the heck just happened?
It was as if all the fragmented memories were completely reshuffled
I remembered that I had just come out from the private room where
the family union was being held. I also remembered the license plate of the cab
that had driven me to Full Moon House. I had seen some people after I got
there. Four blurry faces surfaced in my head. They looked familiar but also
like strangers.
Glass after glass of an orangey-yellow foamy liquid had been pushed
in front of me. I had no recollection as to how and how much I had gotten into
my stomach. I had probably fallen asleep and woken back up several times. Also,
there had been a warm body beside me the whole time, keeping me from falling
over my seat.
Is the source of that warmth
still here?
I had been sitting in the speeding cab, being knocked around. It was
not there when I hit the cold car window, but it was back when I fell to the
other side.
I had a delusion at one point that I had been alone at home after
getting off the cab and returning home. I had drunk some cold water and puked
all over the sofa chair, which was all fine because no one else had seen the
embarrassment.
However, the person in front of me started moving once more. He was
holding me with his arm. I recalled the force that had dragged me into the
house and up to my room. I couldn’t have done that by myself.
Then, my chin was lifted up. A pair of black eyes and furrowed brows
was looking at me straight ahead. Oh, it was him all right. He had shown the
same expression when I threw up on him and when I tripped in the tub.
I started giggling again. Judging from his expression, he was
probably thinking, this guy must be losing his mind. I reached out and hugged
him tightly.
The release just now made everything feel so unrealistic. I closed
my eyes, thinking that all this was an illusion. I reopened them to find that
he was still in my arms. My passion was dripping down his body and the sight
was just so satisfying.
I asked myself, what could I do to ensure that this satisfying
feeling doesn’t disappear? You must know, he could disappear from right under
you even if you were no less than ten inches away from him. This had been the
case in the tunnel leading into the palace of doom.
I
was really afraid that the next time I reached out I would get nothing but thin
air again. This fear enveloped me while his hard member was still flanked
against me. It made me truly feel his existence.
My knees buckled in, but I knew it wasn’t from spaghetti legs. He
wanted to bend down too but I stopped him. I held onto his muscular thighs and
knelt down to the ground. His meaty pillar towered before my eyes.
This is…because of me?
Reaching that realisation, my heart filled with joy—I can’t think of
a better way to put it. I didn’t think too much as I faced the muscle that had
swollen up because of me, opened my mouth and took it in.
Kylin: No sex? Is it that time of the month?
Wu Xie: Wh-what the hell are you talking about? I... I hurt my hip. And it was all your damn fault!
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06
My
teeth had just scraped him when I heard a grunt from above. Then, I was pulled
back by the hair.
“Wu
Xie.” Pokerface’s voice was full of restraint. I hadn’t heard this tone very
often. “No teeth.”
I
looked up after pausing in confusion to find him watching me. It hit me that
our situation was extremely awkward: I still had his erection in my mouth and I
couldn’t go anywhere. Additionally, I realised that he was completely right
about it.
My
teeth were sunken into his meat. I doubt any man would want to have his private
part chewed on like a wiener. It would hurt more than anything in the world! I
suspected that my IQ had taken a fall when I fell in the tub.
Yet,
I had no idea what to do and just froze in place while my head tried to
operate. I couldn’t help but exclaim at times like this that being inexperienced
is such a sad thing.
I
heard Pokerface sigh. First, he moved my head so that my mouth left him, and
then he bent his knees and crouched down in front of me.
I
must have caused him a lot of pain just now and this made it hard to look him
in the eyes. I had thought that he was going to blame me but while I was still
fretting, he took my right hand and held the index and middle fingers.
I
gazed at him, puzzled as to what he was trying to do. I watched as he lifted,
pulled and stuck my two fingers into his mouth. I did a double take and something
went zoom in my spinning head. I felt
as though I had a fever. His soft lips were puckered around my fingers,
shielding his teeth, and I even touched his squishy tongue.
Instantaneously,
a light bulb seemed to have lit up above my head. He kept sucking my fingers
for a couple more seconds before his eyes opened fully. He took my fingers out
and looked at me as if to say ‘Now, do you get it?’
Afterwards,
he stood up and backed up to the edge of the tub, taking a seat. I was strung
along in the same direction by the arm, forced to crawl on my knees to where he
was sitting.
Suddenly,
I felt like backing out when I was faced with his erection again. I thought to
myself, that was merely impulse just now; I didn’t evaluate the situation at
all. I was definitely going to choke if I tried to fit that sizable thing in my
mouth.
However,
Pokerface didn’t give me time to have second thoughts. Seeing his member with
its head held high, I knew he was most likely at his limit. He reached out for
my head, opened his legs and pressed my head straight down towards his groin
without hesitation.
The
round, smooth tip hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t stop myself from dry
coughing but my mouth was stuffed and there was no room for me to breathe.
Immediately, several tear drops rolled down my face.
I
quickly pushed at his legs, trying to put some distance between us and not be
completely submissive. He was well aware of my intentions and instead of
releasing his grip on the back of my head, he started to manoeuvre me between
his legs at a steady rhythm—in, out, in, out…
Under
such a forceful pressure, my body was tense and didn’t listen to me at all. In
the beginning, I scraped his meat very hard several times with my teeth. He has
amazing pain-tolerance, I thought. It was painful just from thinking about it.
But, his hands didn’t stop. There was nothing else I could do so I closed my
eyes and did my best to imitate his puckered lips, sealing my lips around his
member and making sure they were the only things sliding around it.
Gradually,
he got used to it and I relaxed a bit. His grunts had been suppressed so that I
could barely hear it, but by now they were leaking out, sounding more like
light panting. Hearing it made me feel itchy, restless and aroused.
But
I had to remain in a kneeling position and the hard rod kept assaulting my
mouth, making my facial muscles extremely sore. I tried to pull away several
times to catch my breath but the grip on my head was relentless and didn’t
release me.
Every
time it pushed me forward, my eyes would flutter open to see the dark area
between his legs. I then shut my eyes for good. I felt that the ramming attack
was getting stronger and stronger. I didn’t think I was going to last much
longer and started making whining sounds with my vocal chords.
Then,
there were not one but two hands on my head clutching onto my hair. I felt as
though my scalp was going to get uprooted. The strength of the ramming
increased to the point it was going to make a hole in my throat. Juices seeped
out from his tip—a bit bitter and a bit salty. My brows
were so tightly crinkled they could bleed. I squeezed his thighs with my hands,
praying it would be over soon.
Finally,
the two hands holding my head froze as he let out a nearly inaudible moan.
Everything around us stood still—except
for his cum. It burst into my mouth like a pizza pocket. Fluids gushed into my
mouth and completely stuffed it. However, he didn’t show any signs of letting
me go, so I was forced to swallow some.
The
moment he released his grip, I pushed and sent myself sprawling on the ground
coughing violently. The hand that had left my head was cupped before me and
scooped up whatever I hadn’t already swallowed.
The
amount that flowed out of my mouth was almost like half a quart of milk. It just
kept going…
I
wiped my mouth while feeling astonished for actually not choking to death. Only
then did I feel a bit sulky, thinking he should be satisfied by now, but when I
looked up, I almost had a heart attack.
Wh-what?
Why is it still standing proud? It doesn’t look like it’s going to go away.
It’s as if nothing happened just now!
I
even rubbed my eyes. A lot of foamy water had dripped
down my face so it might have been that. However, reality was right in front of
me: only the white froth still stuck to its tip proved of its recent release.
This dealt an even heavier blow to my esteem.
Any
man would know that it takes some buffering time to get another erection after
a climax. Even if you were a fucking sex god, you would still need at least
fifteen, twenty minutes. This is backed by medical evidence.
So
that’s why I took a glimpse at his buddy and then at mine who still wasn’t
showing signs of recovering from its release earlier—just
who was the abnormal one here?
Maybe
he was trying to stop me from making wild assumptions and hurting my
self-esteem again, because he suddenly grabbed me by the right arm and hoisted
me up from the tub. He then turned me around so that I was facing away from him
and pulled me back down.
A
string of question marks raced through my head like a stampede at a derby.
What is he trying to do?
But
this question was answered almost immediately. My spine seemed to freeze over
when my butt touched his rock hard member.
The
hand of his that was sticky with cum was also working away on my bottom. After
the sudden realisation, I was honestly more than half-way sober; it was more
effective than any hangover medication. Thus, knowledge in that area rushed
forth in one big wave. As my butt cheeks were spread apart and my hole got
wetter and wetter, the alarm bells blaring in my mind became louder and louder
as well.
Isn’t this something that should be done
between lovers? Okay, I admit my standpoint on these issues is pretty orthodox.
Although we jerked each other off just now but that was just giving vent to
lust. It’s not exactly the same as sticking yourself into another person, is
it?
I
had my back to Pokerface therefore I couldn’t see his expression at the time.
It was just that, with my cognition back in full throttle, I still didn’t think
he was the type to be so loose and careless. He was something that almost equaled
abstinence in my mind.
Let’s just say the previous bit was solely on
me.
On
the other hand, the blunt pain coming from my behind started spreading—he was really going for it!
The pain is
not what I need to consider presently, although it is important, but could it
be that his actions mean he…
Want me?
Honestly
speaking, I don’t remember whether I only thought this in my head
or actually said it out loud. I heard a soft chuckle nearby as one of his arms
reached around my waist while the other rested on my shoulder.
He was breathing really close to me. Each inhale and exhale kept tickling
my neck. I remember that he nibbled lightly on my earlobe before tightening his
grip on my shoulder and waist and pressing me down towards him.
“Owwwwwww!”
This was the last thing that I remember saying. It was so ear-splitting
that I was grateful I lived in a single house, or else my neighbours would have
called the police when they heard me.
Afterwards, darkness swallowed me, kind of like after a fuse blows in the
electrical box.
Then, when I came to again, I had somehow been transported to my bed from
the bathroom and was sitting on Pokerface with a dumb look on my face.
But ;) I knew you guys wouldn't be satisfied...
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07
“So…”
I swallowed my saliva that tasted like minty toothpaste.
I thought, maybe he brushed my
teeth, too? But if that was the case, why did I still taste him
in my mouth?
“So
did we…?”
My
voice became quieter near the end as my face shrunk back
into the blanket. Pokerface still had his arm behind him like a pillow while watching me steadily. He shook his head in a peculiar
angle.
So that means, no? I let out the
breath that I had been holding.
I
flexed my muscles down there and surely, it did not feel like they had been
split into two, although the entrance felt a bit swollen.
It
appeared that he was telling the truth. But how was
that possible?
“You
fainted.” I
fainted.
His
expression didn’t change much when he said this but I turned to face the nearby
window after quietly processing these two words and slapping myself a hundred
times in my head. I knew I shouldn’t have chosen to live in a single house.
Just looking at this height, even if I jumped, the most I would get is
paralysis—it wasn’t enough.
How
should I put my feelings? I was not exactly sure whether my urges to
jump were from having gone the whole way or not having gone the whole way.
Pokerface was, as expected, a gentleman and wouldn’t take advantage of others.
So shouldn’t I feel grateful from the bottom of my heart?
Yet, as soon as I recalled everything from the previous night—people often say that memory is like a scrolling LED sign: a long
tale can be told in a few seconds—I wished I didn’t have such a brilliant
memory. But for some
reason, I could still remember all the details even though I had been the one
who was roaring drunk, so he must have remembered it
too.
Oh right. I think Pokerface
once said he has a bad memory and would forget things too far back in the past.
So maybe I can…
Then,
I was hoisted up by the waist from the awkward spot I was in to another spot
that was even more awkward.
My
eyes flickered all over the place as I lay on top of him. He had one hand on
my waist as he asked flatly, “Something on your mind?”
Erm, why would he ask that?
Warily,
I glimpsed at him, thinking that he couldn’t have seen that I was searching for
a way to erase his memory, could he?
“You
were very drunk yesterday.”
After
a pause, I let out an ‘Ah!’ of realisation. He had meant the drinking.
However,
my brain went blank at his question and I couldn’t come up with any good
reason. After all, I led an eat-and-sleep kind of lifestyle and was far from
needing to escape reality with alcohol.
My
eyes flickered some more before falling on the edge of my bedside table. There
were many pictures, laid out in a fan shape.
Aren’t
those the matchmaker pictures that my relatives forced on me yesterday? I
wondered. Why are they here?
I
lifted my head to discover that Pokerface was looking at them, too. I mauled it
over in my head and reached a conclusion: they must’ve fallen out of my pocket
when he took my clothes off yesterday.
What
should I say about Pokerface? Normally, he would not even give two shits if the
sky was falling down but he could be meticulous and find your vulnerability
without much effort.
If
it were any other occasion, say the pictures had fallen out when I was walking
and he asked if anything was on my mind after picking it up for me, I would
surely say, ‘Oh you know, it’s just the elders trying to get me married. Same
old annoying shit.’
But
not even I could convince myself with a weak response like this. I couldn’t
just act like we were acquaintances who bumped into each other on the streets.
He and I, we were completely naked and snuggled together under a blanket. I
still remembered very clearly the question last night that had wound itself
around my head like a hunting net and kept repeating itself as my glass got
filled and emptied again and again.
I must ask while the going is good.
I
moved my gaze back and my senses were coming to attention. Only then did
I notice just how cold he was. Could it be that he cooled down because I had
hogged the blanket to cover myself?
“The
moon cakes you brought yesterday, you said it was…you know…” I stuttered a bit.
I
let go of the blanket I had gripped tightly in my hands and clumsily wrapped my
arms around him.
“I
bought it,” he answered straightforwardly.
I
watched him in confusion. “But I thought you said-.”
“The
clerk didn’t take the money.”
He
sounded so matter-of-fact that I first gaped at him before exclaiming,
“Woooow.”
The
moment I understood what he had meant, I started to scream profanities in my
head.
S-O-B! That damn S-O-B!
I
immediately recalled a bet I had made with Fats. The basis was that we garnered
a lot of attention from most women—younger ones
mostly—who walked past us. Of course, we attracted attention because of the
bags and equipment we hauled around, but we also did when we went out for a simple
meal. Due to the fact that most of the looks were aimed in my direction, I had
thought that the ladies were looking at me. However, Fats was very insistent
that they were after Xiaoge, not me, and that it was only because I just so
happened to be standing near Xiaoge, so I shouldn’t take credit for someone
else’s work.
I refused to believe him, of course, thus I made a bet with him. One
time, when we were out buying coach tickets, I walked faster on purpose, leaving
Pokerface far behind. He just kept walking with his mind on some other planet
and even crashed straight into several ladies along the way. Still, their
smiles were plastered to his back, as though his confessions of love were
written on it. Consequently, I had to pay for a feast at Louwailou.
Now, this drunk scandal at Full Moon House…
I
wished I could have flipped the table last night or at least bit him harder.
Although, strictly speaking, he had not lied to me. He
had wanted to pay: he bought it. It was just that the clerk didn’t take the
money: it was a gift.
“So I suppose the clerk was-.” A
young lady or a mature obasan.
Before
I could get the rest of the sentence out, he pressed a finger to my lips.
As
my eyes followed his finger, I became cross-eyed. In one movement, he pried
open my lips and studied them. I couldn’t tell what he was contemplating about.
Just as I was about to ask, his fingers crawled up my cheeks like a daddy long
leg and pulled. Instantly, the distance between us went from a foot to zero.
I
gasped and the next moment his lips were against mine, preventing me from
breathing. My upper lip was sealed onto him while he sucked on my bottom lip.
The
only thing I felt was bewilderment but only for less than a second. He let go
of me for a fraction of a second before leaning in again. This time his tongue
wiggled in, too, and I couldn’t even object.
Fuck! Th-this is my first damn kiss!
I
screamed on the top of my lungs from the top of a mountain in my mind. I couldn’t
believe the first kiss that I had preserved for twenty-five years was taken
like this.
He did
not ask for my permission—I couldn’t even fathom an
accusation like that. Who was he? He was Pokerface, Kylin Zhang! He didn’t even
need to get checked for tickets to walk on the path of demon soldiers and enter
the gates of hell.
In the end, he had come back, alive and well, heart warm and
beating, and he was lying here, embracing me and kissing me.
Was I repelled? Not particularly. Was I delighted? Well, I didn’t
have enough brain juice to process that much. I didn’t even know how I should
react. This was a man who I thought couldn’t even dial a phone. He had such
soft, tender tongue and lips that tasted a bit like vanilla moon cake. It
appeared I had a lot to learn from him.
As for who taught him these things? It seemed that that was another
thing I needed to selectively forget. I moaned as I hooked my arms around his
shoulders. Was I going to let go? No, I didn’t want to. Was I going to let him
continue? It seemed I had no other choice. This willful attitude of mine had
been getting strong since last night under the influence of alcohol.
If there was a watch beside us, I would really like to know just how
long this kiss had been going for. By the time he remembered to release me, I
felt as if he had sucked away three-fourth of the oxygen in my brain.
I exhaled with my head tilted to the side, letting him prop my head
up with his hand. His hand was still ice cold. I wondered why it hadn’t been
melted by my forty-degree fever that had spread up from my groin.
He touched my hair. “Any more questions?”
The short syllables knocked on my eardrums, making echoes. I was
still looking at him dumbly. Mint, vanilla, kind of bitter and kind of salty—an
indescribable taste mingled together in my mouth. I pressed my ear to his
chest, listening to his heartbeat. It seemed my heartbeat was twice as fast as
his.
Questions,
I did still have, but fewer than before.
He
combed through my hair with his long fingers, not getting caught once. It
seemed that the shampoo that had caused me so much trouble had been thoroughly
washed off by him. Just how did he manage to do it?
As
my head was filled with these random thoughts, my gaze fell on the blank
triangle where his neck met his collarbone. Immediately, another memory
fragment of my stupidity very rudely resurfaced from the bottom of my mind.
I know I’ve asked too many questions but…
“Did
I ask you anything stupid yesterday?”
The
atmosphere momentarily froze while I waited for the answer. I was not sure
whether I wanted to hear ‘Yes’ or ‘No,’ because the more I remember the better
and the more he forgets the better.
However,
Pokerface turned my shoulders straight and gave me an unrelated reply:
“How
many?” He stuck up four fingers in front of me.
I
was baffled but soon my memory told me that he had probably done this last
night and it was right after I had asked him something stupid. I really said and
did too much that I shouldn’t have. Perhaps he was implying a homonym of four?
Since
I was screwed either way, I decided to answer.
“Four,”
I said with a wavering voice.
“Okay.”
Okay
what?
I felt myself
getting flipped over like a patty doing a 180 on a barbeque grill. In a blink
of an eye, Pokerface whom I had been straddling was now on top of me.
I had no idea
how he moved. I stared at him looming above me, thinking to myself: Seeing the
fluidity and power in his movement, he could have thrown me off the bed a
million times over throughout the night, yet he bore with it.
His hair was
hanging from the pull of gravity and draping on my face. He was gazing at me
with his pupils that were like two black lakes when a gust of wind blew through,
rippling their surface. I could even see his inner eyelid folds now.
“You asked two
questions yesterday.”
As he said
this, that pale spot on his left shoulder drew near and almost blocked
everything else from my vision. Maybe I was seeing things or something, but I
could make out a few dark green lines rising from his blood vessels to the
surface of the skin to form a familiar design.
“And I’ll
answer them now.”
Something hard
but also familiar poked at me. His tip and my back door were both a wet mess
and I had no idea if it was his or mine.
My eyes went
wide and before I could react, the design and the scorching rod invaded me
simultaneously and conquered my very being in an instant.
Where’s the qilin?
Do you want me?
September 15th,
2008: full moon day of the eighth lunar month.
I will never
forget this day.
I didn’t see
Chang’e flying across the sky.
But the next
morning, a black qilin came riding on clouds and landed in my second-floor
bedroom.
END
Cosplay of the couple <3
_________________________In case you don't know, Kylin holds the key to the Green Bronze Gate which is said to hold behind it "Terminus." After a perilous journey deep beneath the ground and nearly getting eaten by man-sized birds, Wu Xie watches as a train of demon soldiers march towards the Gates and Kylin marching along with them! Kylin spots Wu Xie and mouthes the word "farewell" before stepping through the Gates to face "Terminus," whatever it may be... Below are fan depictions.
ayszhang says: Of course, I can't let this end on a sour note so... ;)
And as all Chinese fujoshi/fudanshi knows: 瓶邪王道 (Poker/Xie is the truth)
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ReplyDeletei'm the forth !!!!
ReplyDeleteHihi its so refreshing to read a BL novel in English after trying so hard to read ShunianxXieyan {the last chapters actually made me cry a bit which is a first for novels!! I'm so wimpy Xd} IDK why but I actually like love late better tho XD Thank you for this short? But awesome fanfiction XD they're both so cute >u<b
ReplyDeleteGratz! XDDD
ReplyDeleteI hope the translator for Force finds some time. it appears that she got a new job and things have been hectic. :s
^^ thank you for reading and commenting~ be sure to come back tmr for Love Late!
XDDD <3
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome :3
ReplyDeleteIt's ok *pats on head* you got three firsts already :33
ReplyDeleteSetting aside the steamy scenes~ it was an adorable ending <3 <3 <3 I just got an overdose of sweetness to last me a lifetime XD And I can't help but blush and grin... Aaaawwww they're just sooo cute (>_<) what am I going to do? (hugging every person here and giggling non stop)
ReplyDelete\(^_^)/ hugs for everyone~~~
ReplyDeleteDid you like the level of steaminess? ;) or would you like to see more
Thank you...all the action that's lacking in cold sands is crammed in here....best one at the end of the post....love late...waaah...can't wait...(impromptu jig)..\(^o^)/
ReplyDelete;) Hehe love late is gonna be a NSFW one too~~~
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and commenting <3
OOOH ;qn . the elictricity was out right when i posted that i was the forth !! and i just read the chapters..
ReplyDeleteGod i can't believe he pased out !! well it was painfull on top of him being drunk.. i wonder how poker face delt with his erection when Wu Xie fainted? *imagining*... *nose bleed* !!!
i think i shouldn't imagine, cause you know, my young little mind can't take.. tooo much, woah i'm burning hot just thinking about him masterbating !! just like Wu Xie it's kinda impossible, but after what i read i don't even need to day anything !
the pictures are great.. that cosplay looks great.. and teh picture right before your note is sooo cuuute ^^ cheers to cute faces. (unlike mine ofc! i always stare at the mirror and think 'wooow i look sooo beautiful first thing when i wake up and late at night when i'm soo tired, but the rest of the day is better not being mentioned !!!!)
Hold on, did i just see a threesom!! ⊙o⊙ i'll go check my eyes just incase !!!
Oh my! I hope the power is okay now.
ReplyDeleteXDDD my guess is that he didn't and slept through it. cuz only Wu Xie can arouse him (//o\\)
Yeah a three-some >u> two Kylin X Wu Xie
*flips the table and sofa hard.
ReplyDeletehahahah...oh gosh,so intense but yeah,that ending..I love it. I even imagined it..sweet <3
thank you for the images too.you made my day :-)
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ReplyDeleteI loved the ending toooo <3
You're welcome:)
I can't describe it exactly but there's something in this level of steaminess that makes your heart pound and go 'awwww <3'. I guess this is what you call a perfect match?? ... And I don't mind seeing more (^_<) eheheheXD
ReplyDeleteYes! Who could've guess that a PokerFace can do something like that?? Silently doing those things, how lucky!!
And I'm telling you I woke up this morning smiling and giggling!
And oh, i wanna ask a question.... At the end, PokerFace answers two of Wu Xie's questions when he was drunk.
ReplyDelete'Where's the qilin'
I wanna know why he was asking about the 'qilin'??
P.s: I kinda remember seeing the scene where PokerFace offers his blood to the lady in the cave so that they could pass. But I can't remember where.. Is there a drama or a movie for the novel??
In the novel, there were several occasions when the qilin tattoo appeared. I explained it in the floating note in ch 5 (I think), that the tattoo appears only when Kylin's body temperature becomes higher than normal ranges. The first time the tattoo appears is in the first book after he killed a blood zombie. He was heavily wounded so it must have been a violent fight --> increased body temperature --> tattoo. In this case, it's implied that being sexually aroused makes the tattoo appear too XDD
ReplyDeleteYes, there's a movie AND drama in the works! Though I don't think either has been released yet.
it's hilarious when he passed out!! hahahaha XD but there wasn't enough smut for me lol
ReplyDeletei love the ending though, it's sweet <3 thankyou for posting some pictures, kinda hot *smirks
There wasn't enough for me either... >u> I chose this to go with the St. Patty's theme~
ReplyDelete<3 You're welcome (I know you right-click saved it, didnt you XD)
Pssss... the bomb detonated... because the deed was not done! Or rather wuxie was not done by pokerface! I was grinning like a fool when the shower scene was getting steamy, but the dream was cut short when wuxie fainted.. dang it! T^T
ReplyDeleteThe author sure is a big tease to the reader! It's like being given a strawberry shortcake but without the strawberry.
Still I really like this doujinshi novel. Wish it was longer because I really like the character of pokerface. And also wuxie ofc! They go well together XD
Thanks for another wonderful novel! Looking forward for more specials hehehe
XDD I wished there was more too but oh well I liked the way the story is laid out
ReplyDeleteI knoooow so cute >//o\\< but I didn't think it was enough ;D hehe I know you guys so welllll
DOn't worry, I'll be translating more of Kylin X Wuxie in the future :D
Thanks for reading and commentin <3
HAHAHA! Totally right!*blush BUT please~ I bet everyone here do the same thing XD
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