When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 54

You Won’t Escape

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

Context – A sugar daddy you don’t really dislike asked you a question you don’t know how to answer.

Question – How do you answer?

Answer – The damned context said I don’t know how to answer, what the Murong Jihua am I supposed to answer?!

He Jünle’s mind is drifting. There have been countless similar scenes in his memories; countless people have once asked this question to him with a serious look on their faces, but… they were all different.

At least, their genders were all different.

When it was the girls, if he felt a little something something for her too, then he could show her a casual smile to answer, “sure, I do.”

——A gentle, ambiguous answer that would protect their soft, fragile hearts.

And for those rare times when he didn’t even feel a little something for them, He Jünle would put his hand out to ruffle their hair, saying, “you’re a good girl, I don’t deserve you…”

It is definitely the first time a man has asked him this, though.

So his usual poker face seems to have deteriorated a little. He is quietly staring into Murong Jihua’s eyes, smashing right into the tumbling waves inside.

Really, if Murong Jihua could telepathically read He Jünle’s mind, he would probably be irate,

Oh my Lele-gege, use that wise little brain of yours to recall, is it even the first time this shaoye has asked you this fucking question?!

Also, that way of treating girls is practically just keeping fish in your pond, aren’t you?! Drop you on Earth and they’ll drown you in a pig’s pen! (TL: Dynastic Chinese punishment for men and women found to be unfaithful)

Unfortunately, Murong Jihua cannot read minds;

He cannot read the girl, Su Xiaomo;

He cannot read the man before him;

He cannot even read his own self.

If this game system’s capture target really changed to He Jünle with preliminary difficulty of SSS,

Should he be despairing, resigning, panicking, or…

To be so, happy?

“You man, look at this shaoye at once!”

He Jünle’s eyes that were already 15° off to the left have fixated back onto Murong Jihua’s face again;

The man in question leans closer and closer, using his body to dispel the golden aura the sun has cast on He Jünle. Then, he breaks through layer upon layer of gold to finally cover the person in a shadow.

In return, the aura of gold is now on the both of them.

He Jünle’s eyes seem to be flickering in and out. He thinks, he should at least reject him——

“Once, just once, please let me. At least, don’t bite me, please?”

The man says with his deep, slightly gravelly voice. It is pretty pleasant to the ears.

And then, He Jünle can feel something soft sticking to his lips.

He Jünle swears that, he really didn’t plan to bite.

Yet, when he could feel Murong Jihua’s tongue prying at the space between his lips——

The instincts of a straight man in a passive position have caused him to reflexively retaliate –

By pushing it back with his own tongue!

The meaning is clear – I’ll be the one leading you on, dammit!

Murong Jihua “…”

No way!

So their tongues are going back and forth, pushing and dragging, and has mutually poked at each other for nigh-on ten minutes.

Not just Murong Jihua, but He Jünle is quite sure he is mad at this point.

“Wow~~~ Qué juegos is this?” (TL: Referring to juegos preliminares, or, in English, ‘foreplay’)

“!!!”

The pleasing jingles of a female voice suddenly ringing up behind them spook both Murong Jihua and He Jünle, who mutually give each other a playful bite of the tip of the tongue before separating like lightning.

Her Highness Elizabeth is currently crouched down in the corridor right outside the bedroom door, with her hands supporting her head as she observes the two of them, intrigued.

Behind them are the flushed and helpless Ni Haofan and Cui Guanshi.

Ignoring her pretty, elegant dress currently sweeping the floor like a rag and being trampled by her high-heels, she is laughing with a cackle while asking,

“Could it be——¿esto es foreplay?”

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

Then Her Highness turns to Ni Haofan to ask, “doctor Ni~ Is this the foreplay usted told me about?”

Ni Haofan “…”

Your Highness, please stop asking!

Murong Jihua first gives butler Cui a ‘you really are useless’ glance before clapping his hands together with a smile, saying,

“A little clever head you are, Your Highness. Yes, this is foreplay, a necessary activity before the procreation experiment can proceed.”

“Ah~ I see, this feels muy fascinating! Mu-dage, can yo also observe your and Mr He Lejün’s——”

“No. This is a distraction to our efforts! And his name is He Jünle, not He Lejün.”

“Disculpe Mu-dage, then can I at least taste, taste his tong——”

“No. You, who are not excellent enough, will taint his pure body!”

Murong Jihua, almost angry enough to smile, then slams the door shut and locks it, while issuing an ultimatum to butler Cui –

[Make her gone in three minutes, or the Cui family will no longer have to serve the Murong family anymore!]

While the corridor only calms down after a whole six minutes, Murong Jihua decides to mercifully grant butler Cui another chance.

Then, he turns back to He Jünle, who is now already sitting on the bed.

“Pretty wrathful today, huh? I’m not really cool with that,”

He Jünle puts one feet on top of the other while brushing the blood by his lips away with the back of his hand, then asks,

“Well, wanna keep going? Rock-paper-scissors? Kickboxing? Wrestling? Belt slapping? Even cockfighting? I’m down with anything.”

Murong Jihua raises his right brow, and is, for once, immune to He Jünle’s provocations. He answers,

“Now that’s boring.”

“He Jünle, you won’t escape.”

I, Murong Jihua, have made up my mind tonight.

One must strive to overcome their difficulties (TL: Written with the character for man instead, which has the same pinyin, same for the sentence following), to continue fighting the difficult currents; one must ascend in order to view the whole thousand li of scenery (TL: A sentence from the poem ‘Climbing White Stork Tower’ by Tang dynasty poet Wang Zhihuan).

I will top him.

He.

Jün.

Le.