When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 44

A Fight In Bed

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

The truth is that——

From home, to nation, the world affairs, if one remains entirely blind to them they will pay dearly.

CEO Murong quickly pays the price, for example, for his casual attitude keeping himself blind on purpose.

——Perhaps dissatisfied with how mild the taste of blood still is in their mouths, when Murong Jihua is sweeping his tongue across the young man’s teeth, He Jünle’s revenge was sudden and severe.

The sweetness is so intoxicating it is invasive.

Murong Jihua’s upper lips quickly falter.

It sure is problematic to lose the initiative.

The warning bells in Murong Jihua’s mind are ringing hard. If this continues, the scales of victory will be tilting against him soon enough.

That will not do.

He abruptly and fiercely pinches the waist of the young man looming over him, and successfully triggers muscular tension and disrupted breathing.

Seizing the opportunity, Murong Jihua swings his legs to switch their position around again.

He Jünle, now lying with his back on the bed, has blood oozing out of his blood. His short hair is messy now, and he is staring up at Murong Jihua with what resembles but does not feel like a smile.

Murong Jihua is definitely smiling, though, when he says,

“Oh? Are you not biting me anymore? Ha, didn’t think I’d see that the high and mighty leader of the Gang, the famous troublemaker of the North District looking like this,

——All scruffy from getting bullied in bed.”

He Jünle then turns his head away to pick his terminal back up, and opens the camera to self-portrait mode, pointing the screen at Murong Jihua’s direction, retorting,

“Why not look at yourself first instead?”

Now Murong Jihua understands what was with the smile-but-not-really expression He Jünle was making.

If He Jünle was ‘scruffy’ from the bullying, then he himself——

Could probably be described as ‘tattered.’

Both his upper and lower lips have been taken good care of by He Jünle’s teeth. They’re a mess, red and white all over; compared to how He Jünle’s longer bangs are sticking all over his forehead and his open collar revealing his prominent collarbones.

… Seriously, Murong Jihua thinks that’s a cool look.

‘Snap.’

And He Jünle has taken a photo of him, saying.

“Proof that I won this round.”

“… The night is long,” says Murong Jihua, winking, and concluding, “the battle has only just begun.”

“I remember the next day, when I wake up from my custom-made, soft fluffy Simmons bed, it is all luxurious extravagance as far as the eye can see;

the bedroom the size of a standard high-school basketball court is constructed of the most exquisite, aesthetically pleasing of materials, it is exorbitant but refined;

My company of maids has surrounded the bed to bow, led by my young butler who is himself holding up an opulent plate made of gold on which seven flawless coloured diamond rings have been placed;

He asks me with a bitter smile,

‘Boss, this morning, do you first plan to perform a complete body check along with your boyf… significant other, or to… sleep in?’

I thought I must be dreaming nonsense from being drunk,

Until my fingers could sense the cool skin of a certain other person in my bed; I remember everything.

… The way this story is going is worse than me just dreaming outright.”

——An excerpt from CEO Murong’s autobiography, published a number of years in the future.

CEO Murong’s autobiography is obviously not related to the current Murong Jihua at all, who only knows that, as butler Cui and the maids all looked like they really, really wanted to say something, he was given a mirror to look himself over, and can only conclude,

It sure was a sexy, passionate, wonderful night——

Haha. N・O・T.

God knows how he was wrestling hard with the mad stamina champion He Jünle to fight about their capabilities in bed!

And yes, it was literally a real・fight in bed (TL: ‘Fighting in bed’ is usually a pseudonym for sexual intercourse in Chinese contexts).

From biting, they began pushing and pulling on each other, then they started arm wrestling and snapping rubber bands on each other, they fought on almost everything up to but not including comparing sizes.

At that moment, Murong Jihua was seriously thinking something like ‘I wouldn’t end up in a mutually topping kind of relationship with He Jünle, would I.’

Of course not!

Butler Cui is avoiding looking at Murong Jihua directly, which makes Murong Jihua’s eyelids twitch.

Though he knows that the more they misunderstand, the more effective they will be at deceiving Dr Annoying and the massive shadowy backer behind him——Her Highness Elizabeth.

So he lets their imagination to their work.

“AH! Shaoye, your arm, did, did shao-furen punish you?”

“Mmhm, an SM roleplay involving a police interrogation.”

——That is, snapping rubber bands on each other.

“Balls! Shaoye, your mouth, he, how dare he he he…”

“It’s nothing. This is naturally how it was when we were highly engaged. As someone of an upper position, I could take it.”

——It hurts like hell. Was his zodiac animal the wolf or what?

“Woah! Shaoye, you, you you you… you love so… humbly… Oh, this humble servant, servant…”

“Just keep up your good work. He is tired now, so I’ll be sleeping in with him. Come back at noon.”

——They were pretty equal to each other in the end, right?

When butler Cui, with tears in his eyes, leaves with the cohort of maids, Murong Jihua heaves a weary sigh and raises his arm——

To smash right in a certain spot in his blankets.

Although the mentally prepared He Jünle has kept it pretty much harmless.

Murong Jihua says, “don’t act like you’re asleep anymore. I could sense your disrupted breathing since ten minutes ago. You’re itching my waist.”

A lighthearted chuckle later, He Jünle straightens himself up from the bed, saying,

“Your butler, he’s amazing, he’s really damned amazing, I tell you.”

“Are you sure you should be praising someone else in front of the shaoye himself?”

He Jünle says, “haha, knock it off.”

Murong Jihua raises his brow and says, “look at you, laughing heartily like that. I felt like asking ever since I met you, wasn’t it uncomfortable to always go ‘ho ho ho’ and drag your muscles into a smile?”

He Jünle ignores the question and begins changing clothes like nobody’s here, saying,

“I didn’t expect you to be that strong, though. Wanna brawl some time?”

“Haven’t you fought enough in bed last night?”

Murong Jihua, the male lead of an otome-oriented world, is not like a Gary Stu who is keen on fighting to ‘look cool.’

Though if he did ask…

“Another new day begins,”

Says He Jünle, opening the pristinely white blinds with golden fleece in front of the French window, and adds,

“Murong, I’ve got business at the Jünle Gang. Come with me.”

“To visit the parents?”

“…”