The Aphrodisiac-carrying Man - Chapter 2.2

warning: theres mentions of a private part but barely so dont get your hopes up,,,,,,

In one breath, Ling Mao Er drank all milk in the plate and was licking his lips stained with milk foam.

Mu Mu, who was sitting on the side, looked at the Siamese cat with favor. His hand was stroking the fur on its back.

Ling Mao Er felt that the places touched by Mu Mu was comfortable and couldn’t help but arch his back. Shaking in excitement, he chased Mu Mu’s hand back and forth with his tail high.

“Did you finish drinking?” Mu Mu took the excited Siamese cat to his bed. The cat laid on one side and allowed Mu Mu to hold its head with one hand and scratch its chin with another. It was obviously enjoying the petting, as the vocal cords deep in its throat trembled, sounding like it was being spoiled.

Ling Mao Er was so comfortable that every hair on his body stood on its end. The bed felt so soft like cotton candy or clouds that he couldn’t help but want to roll on it, and his waist was twisted into a variety of strange positions. Mu Mu used his fingers to draw a circle on top of Ling Mao Er’s head to tease him. Ling Mao Er saw the fingers as a b.u.t.terfly and used his front paws to pounce on it, but Mu Mu’s fingers drew back, and the b.u.t.terfly ran away.

The tingling sensation Ling Mao Er experienced before came surging back again, except stronger than in the daytime. It felt like fur was in his heart, blood vessels, and nerves, because how else would he feel so itchy? He unintentionally emitted a milk kitten’s soft cry which also made the listener experience a heartfelt love.*

(translation is probably wrong lol i just went with google translates here)

Mu Mu gently stroked the cat with a warm hand. If there was a slight sign of pulling away, the Siamese cat immediately grabbed Mu Mu’s hand with two front paws and led him in its direction. With the peculiar behaviors of a cat, the Siamese rubbed its cheeks on Mu Mu’s fingertips, leaving the smell of owners.h.i.+p over the human.

Mu Mu lingered over the cat’s chin for a moment, then with his fingers circling clockwise, he left traces of spiral marks on the fur of Siamese cat until he reached its small belly. He repeated the process again afterward.

Ling Mao Er was turned over and was lying on his back with his legs in the air. His hind legs were opened un.o.btrusively and his soft belly was exposed to Mu Mu.

Ling Mao Er’s body was quietly changing. He took the trouble to support his neck and discovered that his red chicken (his private part ohoho) was extended. Immediately, he flipped over and bent towards his waist to lick his private spot. His barbed tongue slid over the sensitive organs and his body trembled like there was an electric spot.

From above, he heard a gentle chuckle, and Ling Mao Er froze as if he was struck with lightning.

G.o.d, what did he just do? First, he rolled around and begged shamelessly for a man he met for the first time to pet his face; next, he revealed his belly, the most delicate part of his body, to the man; and now, he still dares to give himself a mouthful in front of the man? (you know what that means wink wonk)

If he wasn’t born with a black face (referring to the coloring of a Siamese cat), then right now, he would definitely have a red face.

Ling Mao Er desperately laid down on the bed and deeply buried his head in his paws. He thought that now, there was no meaning in life.

Mu Mu saw that the Siamese cat that was enjoying his petting was suddenly desolate and didn’t understand what occurred.

“What happened to you?” Mu Mu asked. He used three fingers to pinch the back of Ling Mao Er’s neck.

Leave me alone and let me die in shame, Ling Mao Er thought.

Mu Mu didn’t understand, so he continued to rub Ling Mao Er and attempted to attract the attention of Ling Mao Er three times. However, he saw that Ling Mao Er’s posture remained unchanged, and instead, heard the sound of snoring from the depth of Ling Mao Er’s throat.

Ling Mao Er snored for a long time before realizing that he was losing against his cat self. After battling with his inner cat, he smashed the pot to pieces because it was cracked.* Starting a new round of shamelessness, he turned over and hugged Mu Mu’s arm with his limbs. His self-esteem could go to h.e.l.l. After all, Mu Mu didn’t know who Ling Mao Er was in human form.

(a phrase i didn’t understand so i searched it up: to smash a pot to pieces just because its crackedwrite oneself off as hopeless and act recklessly. )

He indulged and nibbled on Mu Mu’s large knuckles. The smell from the man was so addictingly good that it made Ling Mao Er wonder if it was even possible for a man to smell that good.

Ling Mao Er unapologetically breathed in the scent of Mu Mu as his dignity befitting one of a royal, purebred cat was long thrown away.* He was so desperate to hold onto Mu Mu that even his tail was rolled around him. This was strange as the scene was of an erotic cat s.e.xually hara.s.sing an individual of a different species.

(there’s slang here i think but i’m not sure so i’m just going to leave it blank)

Mu Mu was relieved as he saw the cat return to its original behavior. He tolerated the cat who created trouble for Mu Mu with its tight hugging because it was an expected behavior after spoiling the cat for so long.

(LOL this sentence so choppy rip way to end the chapter //slaps myself again)

t/n:
hehe ling mao er is so cute and funny ^u^

heya im glad you made it this far ? hope you liking it !!

so apparently all the smexy scenes happen in the even-numbered chapters so um if my translating is subpar i apologize cough cough cough/

also this chapter is so long that i have to split it into three parts so youre going to have to stick with me until next week unless i can get my b.u.t.t up and translate faster LOL