TYMIMA Chapter 160

Zhan Pingchuan and Lance returned to the room booked by High Tower Guild.

 

Upon entering, they found the specially tailored white suit lying neatly on the sofa, which couldn’t help but remind Zhan Pingchuan of that night’s negotiations.

 

He couldn’t help but smile inwardly. Who would have thought that the imposing White Pharaoh from that night was now drowsily lying in his arms?

 

He placed Lance on the bed and leaned down to ask: “Baby, shower first or sleep first?”

 

Lance hooked his neck and pulled him onto the bed, silently giving his answer.

 

Before long, they both fell into deep sleep.

 

They were truly exhausted. This crisis had come without warning, and since that dawn in Peach Blossom Spring Village, they hadn’t had a single complete night’s sleep.

 

The aftereffects of Zhan Pingchuan’s high-energy pheromone consumption also manifested. In this battle, he’d used fourth-tier abilities more than once and experienced a near-death crisis. Though his body was unharmed, the feeling had penetrated to his bones.

 

They slept until noon the next day before their strength finally recovered.

 

Lance lifted his head, looking at the sunlight filtering through the curtains with dry, aching eyes, finally having the energy to be disgusted by the traces of battle on his body.

 

Zhan Pingchuan kept his eyes closed and patted his back: “Awake?”

 

“Going to shower.” Lance sat up, picked up his clothes and sniffed them—it was a mixture of chaotic pheromones and bloody scents.

 

The two spent half an hour washing themselves thoroughly from head to toe, finally eliminating the strange odors.

 

The sheets and covers were also unusable, and changing them would be troublesome, so they went to Ghost Eye Guild’s suite instead.

 

Upon entering, Lance similarly noticed the black suit hanging on the rack—the one Zhan Pingchuan had worn that night.

 

He curved his lips slightly. It seemed time for settling accounts.

 

Zhan Pingchuan didn’t have any change of clothes, so he put on that suit.

 

He raised his hand to adjust his cufflinks, and when he turned around, he found Lance leaning against the sofa in a snow-white bathrobe, left leg crossed over right, watching him with an ambiguous smile.

 

Even in a bathrobe, Lance retained all of White Pharaoh’s imposing presence. Zhan Pingchuan raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

 

“I said I’d settle accounts with you when we got back, Young Master.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan walked over with long strides, standing in front of Lance so that Lance’s shoe tip pressed against his knee.

 

He deliberately moved forward an inch, forcing Lance’s toes back, feeling clear resistance from his knee.

 

“What a coincidence, Little Master. I also have accounts to settle.”

 

Lance glanced down at his left leg indifferently, then moved his gaze back to Zhan Pingchuan’s face.

 

“I won’t hold things from before our relationship against you, but when Dean Chu visited the school, you also had no intention of telling me the truth.” Lance narrowed his eyes as he spoke, his amber pupils flashing with dangerous light.

 

That day, Zhan Pingchuan’s acting had been spectacular—pretending not to know Chu Fu well, performing in front of him, enjoying his self-indulgent comfort, while also hinting at a marriage alliance with Ghost Eye.

 

Thinking back to that day now, Lance could laugh from anger.

 

Zhan Pingchuan was momentarily speechless.

 

But he wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he lifted his chin slightly, indicating Lance should go first: “You speak first.”

 

“Entering the restricted zone, you carried a mission, but unfortunately were assigned to District One. You deliberately came with me to deliver meals to scout the route to underground level three, didn’t you?”

 

“…I was also worried about you.”

 

Lance’s thinking was too sharp, his words too cutting. Zhan Pingchuan had to admit he’d indeed had that intention, since moving around under the pretext of delivering meals was the most legitimate excuse.

 

“Heh.” Lance chuckled lightly. “Saying goodnight to me every day, preparing me psychologically, but actually sneaking out for operations every night, right?”

 

“That goes both ways.” Zhan Pingchuan smiled pointedly. “White Pharaoh also coaxed his husband back to the room every night before sneaking out, and lied about sleeping well.”

 

“That person who broke into underground level three late at night made me wary for a long time. I thought he might have discovered my actions and would threaten Black Lantern Society. I couldn’t sleep well for several nights because of it.” Lance said calmly. “I never expected it was you.”

 

If Zhan Pingchuan had been honest with him earlier, they wouldn’t have needed to hide their respective actions from each other, unnecessarily increasing exposure risks.

 

“I was cautious because Black Lantern Society was listed as an illegal organization by the Federation, not daring to expose myself. What about you, Young Master?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed quickly.

 

“I was afraid that if the operation failed, I’d implicate you.”

 

“Fine, let’s not talk about the restricted zone for now. Later, you came to High Tower as an intern under the pretext of going to my hometown to help my father drive tractors, but actually to investigate Black Lantern Society.”

 

“Oh right, the electric tricycle import-export business came so naturally. Even after your mission ended, you still planned to deceive me.”

 

“Ahem.” Zhan Pingchuan covered his mouth and coughed.

 

“Were you also planning to investigate Black Lantern Society while coordinating with Adrian to secure the Tasman contract too?” Lance pinched the bathrobe’s belt between two fingers, folding it slowly. “And I even abused my authority to send you on a sea vacation.”

 

“I should have known…” Zhan Pingchuan pinched his brow. A huge opportunity had suddenly fallen into his lap, forcing him to change plans and go to Tasman.

 

“Adrian also acted with you. When rescuing Chen Shun’an, Chu Fu’s pheromones came from you, didn’t they?” The more Lance recalled, the clearer it became. Everything on the Manxing Sea was vivid in his memory. “No wonder Adrian went to find you first thing.”

 

“Young Master, hearing me tell you over and over that I didn’t care about family background and preferred families where fathers collected garbage and mothers died early—that felt pretty good, didn’t it?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “.”

 

“Do you admit it?” Lance asked.

 

Zhan Pingchuan smiled: “Fine, I admit it.”

 

Regardless of his motives, he had indeed deceived his wife, and deceiving one’s wife in their family was a serious matter.

 

“I treated you like an impulsive, cheerful little wolf cub, but behind my back, you did many things that made me angry.” Lance’s voice suddenly became serious, the authority belonging to White Pharaoh displayed without concealment before Zhan Pingchuan. Even his damp hair and slightly open robe collar couldn’t diminish it in the slightest.

 

“We both concealed things from each other in our intimate relationship. We must resolve this today to wipe the slate clean and move forward without any grudges. Agreed?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan nodded, also putting away his playful expression. He knew the lesson was about to begin.

 

Lance’s shoe tip ground against Zhan Pingchuan’s knee, stopping between his legs.

 

Zhan Pingchuan had a very appealing physique. Though his muscles were well-trained and firm, his leg lines remained slender. His legs wrapped in neatly pressed suit pants had an especially enticing sexual tension that invited exploration.

 

Good-looking was good-looking, but he didn’t like the little wolf cub’s condescending standing position.

 

Lance kicked the inside of both knees: “Spread your legs.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan raised an eyebrow lightly, then obediently moved his legs apart to shoulder width.

 

He didn’t know what Lance planned to do.

 

Who would have thought the next request would be even more unexpected than he’d imagined? Lance examined the distance between his spread legs, seeming unsatisfied, so he frowned and kicked his legs further apart.

 

“Next, kneel at my feet.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s nerves jumped.

 

It wasn’t that he had any psychological barriers—after all, he’d seen this many times at home. It was mainly that White Pharaoh was more serious than he’d expected.

 

“Yes, baby.” Zhan Pingchuan bent one knee toward the floor, then placed his other knee down as well, maintaining the same distance between his legs.

 

The suit pants clung even more closely to his legs due to this position, creating several creases at the knee bends.

 

Lance’s pale fingers reached toward his belt.

 

Zhan Pingchuan had just gotten dressed, so the belt wasn’t fastened very securely. Lance easily unfastened it with just one hand.

 

The black leather belt with its gold-carved buckle was gripped in Lance’s hand, sliding inch by inch from Zhan Pingchuan’s suit pants.

 

Zhan Pingchuan felt his waist loosen and instinctively tensed his abdomen.

 

Lance took in all his reactions, then unhurriedly pulled his hands together and bound them with the belt.

 

Zhan Pingchuan looked down at his tightly restrained wrists and wanted to laugh.

 

Was the little fox planning to play with bondage? He’d thought Lance was going to whip him with the belt.

 

Then immediately after, Lance pushed his arms up over his head.

 

Under Zhan Pingchuan’s puzzled gaze, Lance even gently leaned over and kissed his lips.

 

“No matter what happens next, you’re not allowed to use your abilities to break the belt, and you’re not allowed to lower your hands. Understand?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan nodded.

 

Lance seemed somewhat satisfied, his furrowed brow relaxing, before he began unbuttoning Zhan Pingchuan’s shirt.

 

The buttons were dark green, finely polished like some kind of jade, cool between his fingers.

 

Lance twisted open each button, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin and a broad, warm chest.

 

As he’d expected, Zhan Pingchuan’s abdomen was tense, his abdominal muscles flowing smoothly. Placing a palm there, he could easily feel each defined ridge.

 

Lance’s fingers lingered on the abdomen for a while before finally pulling the shirt completely out from the suit pants.

 

So Zhan Pingchuan knelt before him disheveled.

 

Lance observed for a moment, hooking his index finger on the edge of the pants that had lost their belt: “Mm, much more convenient now.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

 

Lance’s fingers slipped inside easily.

 

When he was gripped, Zhan Pingchuan’s arms bent slightly. Lance’s gaze swept over, and he immediately straightened his arms again.

 

Just as he was about to remind Lance to be careful—this concerned a lifetime of sexual happiness—Lance’s fingers began moving.

 

The soft fingertips roughly brushed across the tip. Just once, and it made Zhan Pingchuan arch his body, making the belt creak.

 

Lance reminded: “Hands.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan took a deep breath and raised his hands back up.

 

Was the little fox going to give him a handjob? Wasn’t this supposed to be a reward?

 

However, he soon experienced firsthand that this was certainly not a reward.

 

With his most vulnerable and sensitive area controlled by his beloved, he had almost no self-control in his response. His breathing became rapid, his chest rising and falling quickly, making his black shirt sway and tremble.

 

But just at the critical moment, the exit was mercilessly blocked, and the gentle caressing became forceful pinching.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s entire body shook as if struck by electricity. Sweat covered his back almost instantly, his mind went blank, and he said hoarsely: “Baby, don’t!”

 

But Lance timely used his left hand to push against his elbow, keeping him in position: “Be careful, you’re about to break the belt.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s abdomen convulsed for several seconds before settling down. He panted heavily, sweat hanging from his temples, smiling helplessly: “Sorry.”

 

“Next time I won’t help you—you’ll have to control yourself.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan: “?” Next time?

 

Before he could react, Lance’s fingers began gently caressing and massaging again. This time the excited neurotransmitters spread even more rapidly.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s Adam’s apple rolled with difficulty as he endured painfully. He had to be pulled by expanding pleasure while constantly watching his raised hands.

 

Soon, the belt was unconsciously strained again, and his abdominal muscles began trembling.

 

Obviously, what followed was merciless prevention.

 

Zhan Pingchuan suddenly bent forward, sweat from his hair dripping onto the marble floor, red veins appearing in his eyes.

 

But this time he was mentally prepared. He gritted his teeth and held on, neither lowering his arms nor breaking the belt.

 

“Stop, please.” He pressed his ribs against Lance’s knee, breathing heavily like an anxious little wolf.

 

“Alright, stop acting spoiled.” Lance stroked Zhan Pingchuan’s sweat-dampened hair and helped him up. “We both need to have a deep impression of the consequences of deception to ensure we never do it again.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan wanted to say he already had a deep impression, but he still obediently straightened up, licked his dry lips, and asked: “You’ve aroused my interest—have you thought about what to do next?”

 

Lance wasn’t flustered, just smiled slyly: “Of course, but since you still have energy to think about ‘next,’ it means the punishment isn’t severe enough.”

 

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