When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 67.2

Churning the clouds and blanketing rain, churning the rain and blanketing clouds;

Toppling the sky and rending the earth, toppling the earth and rending the sky;

Upending the mountains and collapsing the seas, upending the seas and collapsing mountains;

After so many years of human reproduction, the action really needs no further new description. As one of the male specimen of humanity, Murong Jihua is also the same.

Therefore, after two hours of diligent work seasoning and sautéing He Jünle, with his mind in the clouds, he leans over, playing with He Jünle’s earlobes using his tongue, and gives the very straight and unromantic three-hit-combo,

“Baby, was it big?”

“Was it awesome?”

“Was I amazing?”

“…”

The volcano in He Jünle threatens to blow up –

Do you have zero awareness of your own technique?!

Let’s put it this way, He Jünle barely still has the mind to count──Of thirty hard-working thrusts, Murong Jihua could be said to have massively improved if he could manage to hit him in the bullseye once or twice!

“…”

He Jünle’s face goes pale before going red, then goes pale again, and finally produces the standard straight (true love level) female’s three-hit-combo of lies comforting on the bed,

“It’s really big.”

“Super awesome.”

“So amaz…”

Before he can produce the ‘ing,’ He Jünle’s eyes that are pointed mindlessly upwards at the screen on the ceiling stops. His pupils narrow slightly. He looks slightly surprised,

“… As expected of the most ‘expensive’ couples room.”

Murong Jihua is unhappy with He Jünle’s attention drifting, so he punishingly bites the young man’s Adam’s apple, saying,

“Focus on me, don’t get distracted.”

“Jihua,”

He Jünle suddenly holds up Murong Jihua’s hand, revealing an out-of-character-ly gentle smile on his face, saying,

“Check it out. There’s a man even handsomer than you on-screen.”

Handsomer than this shaoye?

Murong Jihua could almost chuckle. He turns his head around dismissively, murmuring,

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just trying to get me to watch myself starring in a──”

?

?!

?!?!

!!!

It’s a jumpscare.

A ghost face full of blood, with darkness for eyes, bones poking through the head, a mouth split from ear to ear, with teeth as long as tusks.

Alongside Murong Jihua’s roaring ‘HOLY SHIT’──

Is a cold metallic voice coming from the room, saying,

Over two hours of physical activity has been detected. Love is all good, but please do not overindulge~

Safety system activated – Ultimate・Dehornification・Technique・’Ghost Face’~

Thank you for your purchase. Please continue to choose [The Most Ex-pensive Room, LOVE HOTEL Special Edition]~ (TL: Raws contained a pun where the Chinese characters for ‘ghost’ and ‘expensive’ were pronounced completely the same; in case you don’t get my own pun, pensive (adj.) To be engaged in serious thought or solemn reflection)

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

He Jünle picks up a Murong Jihua who was so shocked he fell off of him, and looks like he really wants to say something, before finally uttering,

“… You told the female owner, that you wanted the ‘Most Ex-/Expensive Room,

… Don’t be like this. Every mistake is like a lesson, you──”

His gaze peers downwards meaningfully,

“──Can still stand up, can’t you?”

Murong Jihua “…

Hand me my terminal.”

Murong Jihua calls butler Cui, as usual, pulling the poor butler up from his trip in dreamland, saying,

“hello? Can you hear me?

I want this LOVE HOTEL on the Entertainment Street in the North District demolished! Right now, immediately, this moment! Go arrange it, I want it gone tomorrow morning!

Why, you ask? Ho!

──He・Jün・Le・is・preg・nant! This damned hotel has spooked the elegant, cute and attractive shao-nainai (TL: Basically equivalent to shao-furen in this context)! That! Enough! Of! A! Reason! For! You?!”

After arranging everything, Murong Jihua, barely holding himself together from the discomfort in all layers of his head, looms over He Jünle again, saying,

“Never ask a man if he can still stand up!”

He Jünle chuckles, guiding Murong Jihua’s long, white fingers along with his own, putting it onto his stomach, saying, “tch, well──my fresh new daddy, do be careful now. You don’t want to ‘spook’ my good child because of your lust, mm?”

As expected, as the wee hours rolled around, He Jünle began having a fever.

Just like the last two times, he quickly loses consciousness.

Murong Jihua has changed clothes for them quickly, and grits the teeth in the back of his mouth.

He really isn’t sure whether he should praise the disease for coming on time as intended──Or to scold it for being helplessly severe anymore.

Watching He Jünle’s face lose its colour for real, turning pale, and then growing an unhealthy red, he realise he is more restless than he expected.

It’s painful to see.

The medical helicopter arranged ahead of time is already here by the window.

A voice keeps telling Murong Jihua to hold him tightly and put him on, and as planned, go to the hospital where they will fail in diagnosis, then he will call Princess Elizabeth to inform her of He Jünle’s pregnancy──

But Murong Jihua realises, that he is out of strength.