Decayed Vulgarian chapter 49

Action-Oriented

Meng Yuan Cen was someone who took action, and was highly efficient.

When he mentioned buying a mirror previously to Shen Xun, it wasn’t just talk. Shortly after he mentioned it, there appeared a rectangular floor mirror with wheels in the house, making it convenient for last-minute adjustments before going out.

So, Shen Xun used it quite a bit. Every time he stood in front of the mirror, the reflection silently reminded him to fulfill the promise made that night.

So, a few days ago, on the first Friday after his hand healed, Shen Xun, under Meng Yuan Cen’s coaxing and deceit, finally went to bed with him.

And then, he found that he had overestimated his own sense of shame.

Similarly in front of the mirror, Shen Xun didn’t even want to lift his head, feeling it was a sin to even glance at it. But Meng Yuan Cen couldn’t get enough, forcing Shen Xun to look with him as they had their intimate encounter. He enjoyed making lewd comments while they watched, full of vulgar language, turning the bed into a place of unspeakable decadence.

Shen Xun’s ears had burned intensely. He had kissed Meng Yuan Cen while pleading, “…Meng Yuan Cen, can you move the mirror?”

His eyes glistened, the corners reddening vividly, almost on the brink of tears in his pleading, subconsciously arching his neck when he was pleading. His neck’s curves lay bare in Meng Yuan Cen’s view, and thus, Meng Yuan Cen had leaned to kiss Shen Xun’s throat, agreeing, “Okay.”

He tended to make unreasonable requests when the other party relaxed, such as now, “I agreed to a condition for you, so you need to agree to one for me.”

At that moment, Shen Xun felt like he had fallen into a trap set by Meng Yuan Cen.

That night, the mirror was forced to take a back seat.

They indulged and enjoyed the whole night.

But it was tough on Shen Xun’s back. The next day, he was in severe pain, sleeping until late morning and even his walking was affected.

Yet, Meng Yuan Cen was in the kitchen, casually cooking. When he saw Shen Xun, he smiled and greeted, “Do you want porridge or noodles? I can make it for you now.”

Shen Xun replied off-topic, “Meng Yuan Cen, my back hurts.”

Meng Yuan Cen nodded, “Well it’s fortunate that you’re off work for the next two days. Rest well at home. If there’s anything, just let me know.”

Shen Xun had sensed an underlying message, sneered, and said, “No wonder you chose Friday. You had it all planned, didn’t you?”

Meng Yuan Cen adjusted his glasses, avoiding Shen Xun’s comments, instead asking, “How about I cook noodles for you and fry some river prawns? Or shall I make chili sauce?”

Shen Xun snorted and said, “Meng Yuan Cen, for these three days, you’re not allowed to sleep in my bedroom.”

Finishing his words, he walked back slowly. After a couple of steps, something came to his mind, so he turned back and said to Meng Yuan Cen’s back, “I want both the river prawns and the chili sauce.”

Meng Yuan Cen, with a low chuckle, replied, “Sure.”

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Likely due to the intense experience last time, it left an indelible impression on Shen Xun. This time, upon hearing Meng Yuan Cen’s desire for meat again, Shen Xun was neither lying down, sitting, nor standing. He was busy during Meng Yuan Cen’s shower, at times pulling the curtain, at others rummaging through the bedside table.

How did Meng Yuan Cen discover it? How did Meng Yuan Cen realize this was his first love? Why didn’t he think of lying and saying it belonged to his brother, Shen He? Shortly, he’d most likely have to submit to Meng Yuan Cen’s manipulation. Thinking of this, Shen Xun couldn’t help but feel remorseful. Just then, someone pushed open the bedroom door.

Meng Yuan Cen was draped in a loose white bathrobe, revealing part of his chest at the neckline. He was using a towel to dry his hair, the sleeve hanging in the bend of his arm, exposing half of his forearm, which still displayed muscular strength.

Seeing Shen Xun dazed, Meng Yuan Cen leisurely said, “Should we start directly? You don’t seem like you’re wanting a shower.”

Shen Xun was startled by his voice, grabbed a towel, and leapt off the bed like a gust of wind.

Meng Yuan Cen watched as Shen Xun hurried into the bathroom. Only after he’d disappeared from view, Meng Yuan Cen withdrew his gaze and casually placed the towel on the bedroom chair’s back, smirking to himself.

There was still warmth lingering in the bathroom, as Meng Yuan Cen had recently used it. Shen Xun was involuntarily lost in thought while showering, not remembering if he’d already soaped himself, so he just did it again.

Returning to the bedroom, Shen Xun was inevitably anxious. This feeling peaked when he saw the mirror. He swallowed a few times, fell silent for a while, and then said to himself, “Why is the mirror in the bedroom… Let me move it away… It’s taking up some space…”

After saying this, he couldn’t resist looking at Meng Yuan Cen’s expression. However, he didn’t dare to move the mirror directly.

To his surprise, Meng Yuan Cen caught onto his little movements. Their eyes met, and Meng Yuan Cen, casually reclining at the bedside, chuckled, “I deliberately put it here, We’ll use it this time.”

Shen Xun pursed his lips and tried a soft tone, “Meng Yuan Cen…”

Unfortunately, this time, Meng Yuan Cen was indifferent, half-lifting his eyelids, and said, “You don’t have the right to bargain today.”

Then he took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, commanding Shen Xun in a deep voice, “Close the door.”

Shen Xun obediently went to close the door.

As the door closed, the bedroom turned into an enclosed private space. As he was about to turn, suddenly, a powerful force pressed him against the door from behind, rendering him motionless.

Meng Yuan Cen placed both hands on the door panel, confining Shen Xun within his embrace. He closed his eyes and bit Shen Xun’s snow-white nape, following it with a kiss, attempting to use the softness of his tongue to mitigate the pain of the bite marks.

He wanted to leave his mark in every place, proving that Shen Xun belonged only to him.

Meng Yuan Cen’s hands passed under Shen Xun’s arms, fingertips sliding along the edge of the collar, then inch by inch pressed over Shen Xun’s abdominal skin.

Shen Xun trembled, his breath grew erratic. He stammered, “…change places.”

Meng Yuan Cen chuckled and intensified his actions, “Can’t you take it here?”

Shen Xun shuddered, “let’s..change…places…”

“Then, you have to beg me.”

“Meng Yuan Cen….please…”

Meng Yuan Cen continued to push the boundaries, “I don’t like it when you use my surname when calling me.”

Shen Xun, more by instinct than anything else, softly pleaded, “Yuan Cen…”

“Say it again.”

“Yuan Cen…..”

At that moment, Meng Yuan Cen felt as if a tense string in his mind had snapped. He abruptly picked Shen Xun up and threw him onto the bed, then casually undid his bathrobe belt, revealing his eight-pack abs.

His fingerbone moved from the bed to a red rope, which had nine silver bells hanging from it. He touched Shen Xun’s collarbone and went down to the back of his neck, tying a knot.

Meng Yuan Cen looked at the result with satisfaction and then lowered his head to kiss Shen Xun’s neck. “Red really suits you.”

The icy metal touched his skin, and the nine silver bells jingled with his movements. After they jingled a few times, Shen Xun lowered his head and used his fingertips to tap them. The bells jingled again, making a faint echo against the walls.

Shen Xun’s expression was no longer very clear. He was murmuring questions while enduring Meng Yuan Cen’s affection and asked, “Where did these bells come from?”

“They came as a gift when I bought the mirror.”

“I don’t believe it… Why would they give bells when you buy a mirror?”

“Then, don’t ask if you already know.”

Meng Yuan Cen lifted his left hand, which was covered in lubricant, and slowly began to massage it, not missing any part, even the crevices between the fingers. He repeated the same actions with his right hand after his left, massaging Shen Xun’s abdomen inch by inch.

Then, he discarded the packaging carelessly. Once again, he leaned over and held the bells. Using his fingertips, he ran them over the gaps between the bells.

The silver bells trembled uncontrollably, ringing time and time again. The walls amplified the echo, and the entire bedroom was filled with the crisp sounds of the bells, sometimes rapid, sometimes gentle, with a faint underlying rhythm.

“It’s beautiful,” Meng Yuan Cen couldn’t help but exclaim.

Shen Xun, upon hearing this, blushed slightly at the corners of his eyes.

However, Meng Yuan Cen deliberately explained in a nasty tone, “I was talking about the bells.”

He used his palm to hold Shen Xun’s chin and, with his fingertips pressing on the surface of Shen Xun’s tongue, forced him to look into the mirror, tilting his head upward.

In the reflection, there was an overwhelming beauty.

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