Decayed Vulgarian chapter 51
Compensation
Liang Yan: “When did I say I’m not willing to go?”
Meng Yuan Ning replied, “But you didn’t really give a proper answer just now. It sounded more like you were making excuses.”
Liang Yan explained, “I feel that when your foot is healed, after the busiest time at the end of the year, and when the temperature rises to go mountain climbing, it will be a long time from now. I generally don’t plan things too far ahead for me.”
“Why?”
“I always feel there are too many variables in life. It might be better to take it step by step.”
Meng Yuan Ning lowered her gaze and thought for a few seconds, preparing to say something, but she suddenly heard Liang Yan’s voice by her ear, “We’re here.”
The scenery outside the car window slowed and stopped. She undid her seatbelt, and when she looked up, the car door beside her had already been opened. She turned her head and saw Liang Yan extending his hand towards her.
Shen Xun’s newly rented house was in Ze Lan Garden. Magnolias and crape myrtles stood tall in the wind and rain, while golden-edged boxwoods and red-flowered boxwood ran around the brick-red walls. The osmanthus flowers had just fallen, the plum blossoms had yet to bloom, and there were more plants; Meng Yuan Ning couldn’t recall their exact names, only knowing that the greenery here was indeed nice.
As they entered the hallway, much wider than Emerald Garden, they arrived at room 406 on the fourth floor and rang the bell.
The person who opened the door was Meng Yuan Cen, who asked, “You didn’t go home?”
Meng Yuan Ning was mentally prepared, blinked her eyes, and said, “I was curious about your new home.”
Seeing Meng Yuan Cen about to speak, Meng Yuan Ning quickly interjected, “I’ll just take a quick look and leave. It would be best for you to endure it.”
After saying this, she didn’t pay attention to Meng Yuan Cen’s reaction, and led Liang Yan inside the house. Despite her obvious limp, she exuded an unexplainable confidence.
Seeing Meng Yuan Ning’s retreating figure, Meng Yuan Cen couldn’t help but laugh. When did Meng Yuan Ning ever listen to him?
He returned to the bedroom to continue preparing the bed, the place where he and Shen Xun would sleep that night.
Meng Yuan Cen was bending down to spread the bedsheet when he felt a hand on his waist. He looked up and who else could it be but Shen Xun.
Meng Yuan Cen grabbed Shen Xun’s fingertips with his left hand, moved closer to him, and naturally slid his hand downwards – his actions indicating that all flirtation comes at a cost.
Shen Xun vaguely realized that if Meng Yuan Cen continued touching him this way, he would eventually be stripped. Since there were others at home, he promptly withdrew his hand.
Meng Yuan Cen felt his palm empty and smiled carelessly, then bent down again to press the edge of the bed sheet under the mattress without looking up, asking, “Did you finish tidying up the kitchen?”
“The kitchen and refrigerator are all done,” Shen Xun said as he picked up a pillowcase, but realized there was no pillow inside. “Where’s the pillow?”
“Right here,” Meng Yuan Cen said, tossing it towards Shen Xun. He used more force than intended and accidentally hit Shen Xun in the face, unable to contain a laugh.
Shen Xun picked up the pillow and threw it back, unfortunately missing the target and landing in the air, finally falling near Meng Yuan Cen’s feet.
At this point, Meng Yuan Cen could have chosen to stay silent, but he deliberately added, “I didn’t dodge.”
Shen Xun couldn’t stay still after hearing this and quickly jumped to Meng Yuan Cen, picking up the pillow from the ground and was about to strike it against Meng Yuan Cen’s head. But before he could strike, he was pinned down on the bed.
The fabric of Shen Xun’s trousers outlined the full curve of his ass, and Meng Yuan Cen lightly smacked him.
Meng Yuan Cen was very familiar with Shen Xun’s body, knowing the sensitive spots. His fingertips expertly touched a few areas, causing Shen Xun to shudder at the touches.
Due to Shen Xun’s heavy breathing, the lenses of his glasses fogged up. He was about to take them off when his rationality kicked in. Meng Yuan Cen paused for a moment and pushed the lenses up with his finger, saying, “I’ll let you off for now. We’ll settle the score tonight.”
Shen Xun didn’t bother to engage with him. Having been together for over a month, he knew Meng Yuan Cen’s tendency to turn any ordinary play into a form of punishment play. But who doesn’t have their own kinks?
He reluctantly decided to cooperate with him.
Suddenly, he remembered something, “Ze Lan Garden is close to the Yuhai Sub-bureau, but it seems quite far from Huada, doesn’t it?”
Meng Yuan Cen had put the pillowcases on the last two pillows, “It’s not that far.”
Shen Xun, half-believing, used his unprincipled map to search the distance from Huada to Ze Lan Garden. After checking, he held up the phone in front of Meng Yuan Cen, “Isn’t this far?”
Meng Yuan Cen: “But I certainly considered whether it’s convenient for you to get to work.”
Shen Xun was about to say something, but Meng Yuan Cen interrupted, “If you feel sorry, then you should compensate me properly.”
Lastly, he added in a relaxed manner, “It’s better if it’s a flesh repayment.”
Shen Xun: “……”
Meanwhile, Meng Yuan Ning finally arrived at the bedroom. She knew the young couple was being affectionate and had no intention of entering. She just glanced at the door and was drawn to the movable full-length mirror, “You guys even have a full-length mirror. Who thought of buying that?”
Meng Yuan Cen: “Me.”
Meng Yuan Ning was surprised, “Brother, I thought you don’t like looking at yourself in the mirror.”
Meng Yuan Cen chuckled, “It depends on when. Sometimes, looking at oneself in the mirror feels necessary.”
Meng Yuan Ning nodded in agreement, “Yes, for instance, when you need to attend an important event, it’s convenient to check your outfit in front of a full-length mirror before going out.”
Meng Yuan Cen smiled again but remained non-committal.
Shen Xun couldn’t bear it. He could bet his whole arm that Meng Yuan Cen’s words absolutely did not mean that!
He sneaked a glance at the mirror, as if seeing his past self from a few days ago—pressed against the mirror, unable to escape, with intermittent moans escaping from his throat and Meng Yuan Cen’s deep, slightly hoarse voice behind him, “What’s the name of your first love?”
“Song Wei…”
“Mm,” Meng Yuan Cen continued, “Is Song Wei as good as I am?”
The reflection in the mirror was trembling.
“Not… as…”
“Not as what Shen Xun?.”
Answering Meng Yuan Cen’s question wasn’t enough; under his intimidation and inducement, Shen Xun uttered many obscene phrases, repeatedly addressing him as Ge, teacher, husband. Practically anything that Meng Yuan Cen wanted to hear. However, Meng Yuan Cen didn’t easily let him off. Each time when Shen Xun felt exhausted and wanted to escape, Meng Yuan Cen would circle his waist with both hands and drag him back.
The full-length mirror caught every detail that day.
Thinking of this, his ears started to burn again. Shen Xun forcefully stopped this train of thought and sneaked into the living room to tidy up other things. After all, he couldn’t stay in that bedroom for a single moment longer.