Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 16

Mai Miao turned his face away, looking behind him.

His entire body was flushed red, his cheeks like ripe pink peaches.

—Can you understand?

Mai Miao often heard people ask him that. But Chen Li never did.

From the very first day they met, Chen Li treated him no differently than anyone else.

Well, that wasn't entirely true—it was actually very different.

Even a fool's heart was made of flesh. Of course he knew who truly cared for him. Like Aunt Liu and her family, the old women in the courtyard, Chief Li, and many others in the village.

But the way Chen Li treated him was completely unlike anyone else.

At first, Chen Li reminded him of his mother—they were both equally kind to him. But slowly, things began to change.

Later, Chen Li would hold him, kiss him, and...

Do those embarrassing things with him.

Mai Miao had originally wanted to say that he understood Chen Li's meaning.

But Chen Li hadn't asked if he understood. If he answered like that, it wouldn't be right.

People would laugh and call him a little fool.

So, Mai Miao didn't know what to say.

His eyes were damp and glistening—whether from struggle or shyness, it was hard to tell.

Slowly, he turned his face back, turning his back to Chen Li.

The pale nape of his neck was exposed to the man behind him, utterly defenseless.

No one had taught them this. For them, it was as natural as eating, drinking, or relieving themselves—an instinct they were born with.

Chen Li quietly stared at that spot, his gaze growing heavier.

Every companion had a private place at the back of their neck. In scientific terms, it was the location of the gland—the source of their allure to males.

This spot was like a companion's most intimate part, the most sensitive place on their body, not easily touched by others.

Even Mai Miao instinctively knew that if someone targeted this spot, he had to defend it with his life.

If he were bitten there... he didn't know what would happen.

Mai Miao felt a weight press against his back—the man's body.

It felt like Chen Li was about to crush him under his entire weight.

The man's body burned hot. Their kind had body temperatures one or two degrees higher than ordinary people, and when excited, they struggled to control their strength.

Mai Miao felt a tingling numbness at his neck—Chen Li was licking him there.

It was like a reverent kiss upon a sacred place, yet also like a lewd, wet play at his most private spot.

"Mmm..." Mai Miao let out an uncomfortable moan, his fingers twisting tightly together.

He was still afraid.

Chen Li placed his hand over Mai Miao's, threading their fingers together, holding him firmly.

The man's face was also flushed with a drunken red. His tongue teased that spot, as if each lick brought forth a cloyingly sweet taste, making it harder and harder for him to restrain himself. He arched his hips, thrusting wildly, his rough panting like that of a beast.

"Ngh—ah...!" Mai Miao nearly buried his face into the couch.

The force of those thrusts made the entire sofa shake exaggeratedly. His tender little bud rubbed against the white fabric, his buttocks reddened from the impact. His little hole felt like it was being ruined, the stretched flesh trembling lightly, his plump thighs quivering uncontrollably.

"—Ah!" A sudden, sharp pain struck like lightning. Mai Miao's entire body jerked, instinctively trying to struggle—but a hand clamped over his mouth.

Like a captured prey, his eyes widened as the man behind him pinned his limbs down forcefully. At the same time, the sharp pain in his neck deepened gradually—this kind of invasion was entirely different from carnal conquest.

This was marking—true possession.

The moment he was breached, an overwhelmingly rich scent seeped from the alpha's teeth, filling the room.

To prevent any more of that sweet fragrance from escaping, he sucked greedily at the marks he had left, licking away the honeyed fluid that oozed from the wound.

The moment the marking took hold, it was as if an aphrodisiac had been spilled over them both. Not just Mai Miao—even Chen Li was nearly driven into heat by the intoxicating aroma.

He lingered at the neck for a long while, until he heard faint sobs.

Mai Miao was truly suffering now. After the soul-shaking pain came tormenting desire. He whimpered softly, his damp lips parting and closing repeatedly.

Yet his body squirmed slightly, his ankles sliding faintly against the white sheets as if begging for something. His plump flower suddenly secreted more intoxicating nectar, and the tight passage contracted subtly.

All these changes were a silent plea to his man—an invitation for the strong alpha to mate.

Chen Li hastily stripped off his clothes and tossed them to the floor in frustration.

He flipped Mai Miao over, spreading his legs wide without a second thought for whether the slender body could endure it. Gripping his waist, he thrust in ruthlessly.

Mai Miao had never been taken so wildly before. The force of each thrust rocked his entire body, leaving him unable to even moan. He could only clutch at the sheets, barely managing to endure the storm of desire.

The looping music in the building reached its end.

"Alright, that's enough for now. Bring the band up next."

The crowd shifted, the wooden floor creaking underfoot.

At the far end of the corridor, increasingly ragged breaths echoed, the relentless slapping sounds reaching their peak.

Mai Miao's breath hitched. The sweet, cloying scent of arousal mingled with the musky tang of semen and a faint, lewd dampness. His dazed expression flickered with embarrassment as he shrank back slightly.

As if he had done something wrong, he whispered, "Dirty..."

Chen Li wiped away the mess roughly with his own shirt before pulling him close, showing no sign of disgust.

Naked, Mai Miao sat on his lap, letting his older brother kiss him over and over—his cheeks, his lips, his neck.

Chen Li slid his fingers down, probing lightly. Despite how much he had spilled inside, only a little had leaked out. Aside from some swelling, there was no injury.

Chen Li knew he had lost control completely. He had never indulged like this before, and even he felt uncertain.

No matter how many times they did it, he always felt Mai Miao was still too delicate. Each time, he told himself he had to be gentler, but in the end, he couldn't hold back, growing rougher with every thrust.

Mai Miao stared at his older brother's face, his chest inexplicably filling with a sweet, syrupy warmth.

It was like unwrapping a White Rabbit candy after setting off firecrackers during the New Year—carefully peeling back the wrapper and letting it melt on his tongue.

Sweet.

Chen Li suddenly felt a nip on his nose. He looked up at Mai Miao.

Blinking slowly, he resembled a tamed tiger—ferocious yet oddly endearing.

Mai Miao tasted the sweetness and followed suit, burying his face in the hollow of Chen Li's neck, biting haphazardly without caring whether he found the right spot.

Chen Li shuddered from the bites.

Mai Miao lowered his head and lifted his hips slightly.

Sure enough, Chen Li's rod rose again—thick and hard, making Mai Miao's heart itch with desire.

He stroked the long, firm flesh with his hand, wanting to take it inside himself, but his entrance was still small and tight, making it difficult to align. He had to reach down with his own fingers, spreading the slightly swollen, pink folds under Chen Li's watchful gaze.

"..." Mai Miao bit his lip, his face glistening with sweat, his expression a mix of innocent allure and raw lust.

One hand steadied Chen Li's erection while he opened himself wider, slowly sheathing his man inside.

"Mmm..." A soft moan escaped Mai Miao as he sank down gradually, beads of sweat dripping from his flushed face. When he reached a stubborn tightness, he whimpered in complaint, "So hard..."

Suddenly, Chen Li pulled him close, as if unsure how to cherish him enough, kissing and nibbling at him, panting roughly against his ear, "My little slut... Mmm! Such a wanton little thing...!"

Chen Li was utterly riled up, spouting filthy words he'd only say in bed, even pinching Mai Miao's cheek before leaning in to suck at his neck.

Mai Miao pushed weakly at him, pleading in a soft voice, "Be gentler..."

Around the fierce bite marks were scattered bruises from kisses.

***

A knock sounded at the door.

Chen Li pushed it open and stepped inside. Director Yu turned from the window.

Seeing who it was, he didn't rush to stub out his cigarette, merely tilting his chin up and saying, "Sit."

Chen Li took a seat in the chair before the desk.

The owner of this desk was clearly a meticulous man—everything on it was arranged with precision.

After finishing his smoke, Director Yu walked over to his seat. He pulled out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, then slid the pack and matches toward Chen Li.

"Comrade Chen, there are no outsiders here," he exhaled smoke. "We're all on the same side."

Chen Li took a cigarette and lit one as well.

He smoked with an effortless grace, the curling white haze softening the restless, violent edge that usually lingered in his brow.

"Where's Old Feng?" Chen Li asked, glancing around the office with narrowed eyes.

Director Yu: "Director Feng was transferred to the capital last month." Leaning against the desk, he extended a hand. "Yu Shaotang." Chen Li shook it. "Comrade Yu, a pleasure."

***

In the dance class, a female student pulled over a chair. "It's fine, you can sit here and watch."

Mai Miao clutched his satchel, giving her a grateful smile before carefully taking a seat.

"Aren't you hot...?" the girl muttered under her breath, puzzled.

In this sweltering heat, why was he wearing a scarf around his neck? Wasn't he worried about heat rash?

Mai Miao didn't hear her—his eyes were fixed on the young men and women dancing ahead, filled with longing.

***

Director Yu slid a sheet of paper and a fountain pen toward Chen Li. At the top of the page were bold red characters: Spouse Registration Application Form.

"Once you've filled this out, go to the window downstairs to update your household register," Director Yu said.

Chen Li picked up the pen and began writing swiftly without looking up. "No need. Just register him under my household."

After filling it out, Chen Li handed the application form back with both hands.

Director Yu took it, flipped through it briefly, then picked up the official seal on the desk and stamped several large red marks.

"Come back together in a couple of days to collect your spouse certificate," Director Yu said, handing one copy of the application to Chen Li. Chen Li carefully tucked away his copy, slipping it into his pocket as if this thin sheet of paper were as precious as his life.

Director Yu continued, "Regarding your unauthorized marking behavior, considering your past contributions, the organization has decided—for now—not to impose any disciplinary action."

"I appreciate the organization's understanding. As long as my wife and I aren't separated, I'm willing to accept any punishment from the organization." Chen Li's attitude in admitting fault was impeccable, though it was clear he had no real remorse.

Director Yu tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, pondering for a moment, but ultimately said nothing more and let him go without further fuss.

***

Director Yu: Damn lovebirds.

<<Chapter List