Wheat Seedlings - Chapter 30

Mai Miao Parallel Side Story (11)

...He was... sick too?

For a moment, Chen Li didn't quite grasp what that meant.

Mai Miao hadn't been properly taught about these things, but fortunately, he had his own set of coherent theories.

When he had his episodes, he would also feel feverish all over, his lower half becoming hard and tense—just like the man before him now, looking utterly unwell.

Earlier, when he touched that part of Chen Li, he hadn't expected it to be so swollen—long and thick, frighteningly so.

Mai Miao had experienced his own episodes several times and knew the changes his body went through. But no matter how hard his own thing got, it had never grown as big as Chen Li's, like a thick rod. This must be a severe case of the illness...

The young man lifted his gaze, his eyes misty as he looked at the man, leaving Chen Li utterly bewildered.

Mai Miao was distressed. His chest felt tight, and he pitied Chen Li deeply.

He knew exactly how unbearable the illness could be—every time, it felt like he was going to die.

However, Mai Miao didn't stay troubled for long. He quickly remembered—this illness could actually be cured!

But... how?

Mai Miao bit his lip.

Though he wasn't the brightest, his heart was still made of flesh.

Chen Li had been so good to him—giving him a windmill, buying him delicious treats and fun toys. He never scolded or mocked him, never called him stupid or a fool.

And besides, they had even gotten their marriage certificate. From now on, the man before him was... Mai Miao's husband.

Chen Li watched as the young man's expression shifted in an instant. Then, as if having made up his mind, Mai Miao abruptly sat up and reached to pull down his own pants.

This sudden development stunned Chen Li. Instinctively, he grabbed Mai Miao's hands. "What are you doing?!"

Mai Miao looked up at him, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Curing you."

He shook off Chen Li's grip and, right in front of the man, pulled down his shorts and underwear in one swift motion.

Chen Li had originally thought it would take some coaxing and hadn't expected to get anywhere on the first night. Who knew that just when all seemed lost, his little partner would suddenly strip himself bare without warning?

Now naked, Mai Miao turned his attention to his husband. He reached for Chen Li's pants, but Chen Li grabbed his hands again.

The grown man was flushed red, his tongue stumbling over his words. "I—I'll do it, let me—"

Mai Miao pouted, looking slightly offended by Chen Li's reluctance. "Hurry up!" he urged. How could he dawdle when he was this sick?

Chen Li truly never imagined he'd be rushed by Mai Miao to take off his pants. He slapped his own face to confirm this wasn't a dream. Before Mai Miao could say another word, he yanked down his trousers and tossed them off the bed.

Now both completely bare, Mai Miao glanced down at Chen Li's lower half—only to see a thick patch of pubic hair. Before he could make out anything else, his cheeks inexplicably burned, and he quickly averted his gaze.

He didn't realize that while an omega's weak spot was the back of their neck, an alpha's glands were concentrated between their legs.

In the darkness, Chen Li's cock sprang free, hanging heavily between his muscular thighs, not yet fully erect but already exuding a strong scent.

The masculine aroma filled the entire room. Mai Miao inhaled deeply, his senses overwhelmed by the musky fragrance of a man's private parts, causing an odd sensation below his waist. He couldn't help but squeeze his thighs together.

In the shadows, the man shifted closer, like an unknown threat approaching.

Mai Miao's bravado diminished considerably, yet he forced himself to face Chen Li courageously.

After all, this man belonged to Miaomiao now. He couldn't abandon Chen Li—he had to properly help treat him.

Lost in these thoughts, the weight on his body grew heavier. Rough breathing brushed against his neck, followed by tender kisses like willow catkins grazing his face, each touch bringing a faint, ticklish sensation.

Simultaneously, the man's hands roamed his body again, sliding down to his waist and suddenly grasping something.

"..." Mai Miao's body stiffened.

Chen Li abruptly sat up. By the faint light filtering through the thin curtains, he gazed down at the naked body beneath him.

Between those pale thighs lay something unexpected—clean and smooth, with a small, undeveloped penis like a tender pink bud, delicate and soft.

Chen Li had seen other men naked before, but this was the first time he'd felt such an unusual reaction to another's manhood. He reached out.

The man's palm was rough with calluses. The moment he touched it, Mai Miao arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Mm...!"

Chen Li had initially restrained himself, afraid of being too rough. But now that he'd come this far, his broad hand enveloped the tiny bud entirely, pressing down slowly.

A wave of tingling pleasure surged through Mai Miao, his body trembling under the kneading touch, his breath ragged. Fortunately, Chen Li only touched him briefly before letting go. But before Mai Miao could recover, he felt Chen Li's hands parting his thighs, trying to spread him open.

Mai Miao's face burned again. If not for knowing this was part of the treatment... he wouldn't have allowed it.

Chen Li had never seen a companion's body before. Among men like them, this topic carried a secretive, ambiguous weight—a mystery rarely uncovered.

Unconsciously, the man's touch gentled, as if lifting a delicate veil. He spread those slender legs completely.

The companion's intimate area resembled that of a maiden's—a tender, pale petal nestled among vibrant peonies, rising and falling faintly with each breath, with a narrow slit at its center.

Now, it remained shyly closed, untouched yet exuding a mature, alluring fragrance, tempting the man to pluck the nectar from its hidden depths.

Mai Miao clutched his hands tightly to his chest, his entire body flushed with shame, his damp lips parting and closing restlessly. Slowly, he bit his lower lip.

The man's hand descended.

His fingers, darker in contrast to the pale flesh, traced the delicate seam with rough fingertips, as if measuring its length. Then, amidst trembling, he parted the shy little folds and slid a finger inside.

"...!" Mai Miao's body jerked violently, but Chen Li firmly pinned his leg down with one hand.

At first, he thought the young man would continue resisting, but instead, he trembled and endured, his moist eyes cast downward, filled with obvious struggle.

"You... hurry up," he said, both embarrassed and impatient. Was this illness going to be treated or not?

"You're too tight." The man hadn't expected his partner to be this eager. He was already sweating profusely from holding back, and his lower half had never been this hard in his life.

He stared at that tiny little opening—just two fingers had filled it up completely. How could it possibly take him?

If he forced it, he would definitely hurt his Mai Miao.

Mai Miao was utterly flustered. He had been lying there naked for so long and couldn't help but snap angrily, "If you don't want to... then forget the treatment!"

"I want to! I want to!"

At this critical moment, how could he refuse?

Chen Li didn't even dare get off the bed. He had never moved so quickly in his life, his hand darting under the pillow to fish out a small bottle.

It was a jar of imported Vaseline, a high-quality foreign product he had bought at the department store while Mai Miao wasn't looking. Chen Li had thought it would take a day or two before he'd get to use it—who knew it would come in handy so soon?

He twisted open the lid and scooped out a generous amount without hesitation, first using his fingers to smear it inside Mai Miao's entrance.

The cool, slippery sensation felt strange to Mai Miao. In the pitch-black darkness, he lowered his head, trying to see what Chen Li was up to now—only to suddenly catch sight of the man slathering the remaining ointment all over his own thick shaft.

Mai Miao was stunned. So this was what his man's... thing looked like...

Chen Li stroked himself vigorously with his hand, veins bulging at his temples, his entire length flushed a deep, angry red.

Once his cock was thoroughly slicked and gleaming, he used one arm to spread Mai Miao's legs apart while the other guided the tip, ready to go all in.

"Ah!" A sharp cry rang out.

Chen Li's shoulder throbbed in pain—Mai Miao had kicked him with all his strength, nearly sending him tumbling backward.

***

Chen Li: Completely caught off guard.

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