Chapter 11: It feels so hot, so painful

Hou Yizhen was only momentarily taken aback, but he was used to seeing the naked bodies of men. Although he felt uncomfortable, he composed himself again and pulled the boy up.

This guy is way too light, he thought. I should tell the others to feed him well.

The boy was easily pulled into the man’s embrace.

After steadying the boy, the man frowned when he saw that the boy was still in a daze, still not recovering from the shock.

Ugh, what a handful.

Hou Yizhen picked up the robe, then threw it over the glass shards, pulled the boy, and walked towards the closet. He opened the closet and picked out another clean robe, then he turned around and spread the robe out.

"Raise your arms."

Like a mannequin, the boy obediently put each of his arms into the holes of the robe’s sleeves.

Hou Yizhen tied the belt at the waist, hesitating for a moment, wondering if he had tied it too loosely because the boy’s waist seemed too thin. But if he tightened it a bit too much, he might accidentally break this thin waist.

Forget it. Loose it is.

Finally, Hou Yizhen pushed the boy onto the bed, picked up the thick blanket, and, in one smooth motion, flung it over the boy who had just landed on the bed.

"Alright, go to sleep. I’ll have the servants clean up the mess."

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Madam Lin was in a daze.

She was surprised by the man’s sudden entry into the room, but because she was used to sharing a room with him, it actually did not bother her much.

What shocked her was the crude words he had uttered.

He said, he said...

The boy buried his face under the blankets, the tips of his ears reddening and spreading to his neck.

Why is he so... so vulgar?

And yet, the moment Hou Yizhen said those words, it felt as if there was an electric shock that ran through her spine.

Madam Lin was embarrassed, yet at the same time, felt... strangely excited.

Oh heavens! How lowly she had become!

To think that she would feel so desperate that these crude words would actually... ah!

No longer daring to think further, Madam Lin turned and buried her face into the pillows, only to suddenly freeze.

There was a strange sensation around her lower body.

Feeling confused, Madam Lin pushed away the blankets and saw a small tent on the robe she was wearing.

"...."

Trembling, Madam Lin covered her mouth, stifling a scream. She was staring at that small tent in shock.

Then, as if sensing her terrified state, the small tent finally collapsed under her fearful gaze.

Everything was back to normal.

But Madam Lin was already scared out of her wits.

She... she actually...

Her current body actually had an erection!

The delicate heart of the soft and gentle beauty could not withstand this realization. Madam Lin moved back in fear, trying to crawl on her back, hoping to stay far away from that thing.

But it was on her body! It kept following!

The dignified Madam Lin finally burst into tears. This was an even stronger shock than waking up in this new body, seeing her husband, and realizing they could not be together.

No matter how much Madam Lin told herself that she would try her best to accept her new identity, the hurdle was still there. She was a man, with a male body, and she now possessed the instinctive reactions of a man.

That erection was an obvious sign of her dirty thoughts. She was not as clean and dignified as she believed herself to be. To think she had spontaneously formed a sexual desire for the man who clearly loathed her affections, even if that man had been her husband in the previous life.

It was a matter of self-respect.

And the fact that in the future, Madam Lin would have to face issues related to her sexuality, such as marriage, such as a bed partner.

She knew in her heart that she could not force herself to like women, no matter how appealing, beautiful, cute, or lovely they would appear.

Madam Lin felt as if she was falling into despair all over again because she knew that she could only fall in love with men.

That meant only one thing. In this world, she was bound to be what was called a homosexual.

She would have sexual activities with a man.

But how was that possible? Madam Lin’s attention suddenly got sidetracked. How did men even sleep together?

She could not help but think back to the nights she had spent with her husband. Ah, those were passionate nights. Her husband had a lot of energy and would keep tossing and turning her all night.

A night of red curtains and dim candles, with the wooden bed creaking against the wall, the curtains shaking, and a man’s muscular body galloping furiously between a pair of white legs, with groaning and moaning filling the air.

Madam Lin unconsciously rubbed her legs together and froze again.

It was that familiar hard and hot sensation around her crotch.

Stop!

Stop thinking about it!

She burst into tears once more.

Yet this time, the small tent no longer collapsed. Instead, as if mocking her, it kept twitching.

The more Madam Lin tried to stop the passionate and fiery memories of their bodies entangling with one another, the clearer they became instead.

The feeling of emptiness, the fullness of being penetrated, the shallow and then sudden deep thrusts, the climbing ecstasy, and white legs locking around a man’s strong waist.

Madam Lin felt her body grow hotter and hotter, her throat parched.

What torture is this... So uncomfortable.

For the first time since her transmigration, the poor Madam Lin finally realized how sensitive the bodies of young men could be.

Not knowing what to do to her body to calm it down, Madam Lin could only endure it... but failed terribly.

That part hurt so much!

She was squirming and crying, but unwilling to touch her... manhood.

Because Madam Lin felt that the moment she tried to relieve herself, she would lose a part of herself. She would no longer be that virtuous woman hailed by everyone. It was her last stand to retain her womanly instincts.

As long as she held on, she would still be that pure and virtuous Madam Lin in her heart, not a young man plagued by lust.

A broken sound came from under the blankets, followed by another, until the weeping sobs became apparent.

A male servant came in to clean the room after receiving the order from the master and heard the weeping coming from the bed.

The male servant almost had a heart attack, and then realized that the young master who had just arrived was crying.

"Young master? Young master, are you okay?" The male servant tried to pull the blankets away from the caterpillar wrapped on the bed, but failed to uncover the blankets.

Not knowing what else to do, the male servant could only run to the housekeeper, who, after receiving his report, went straight to the guest bedroom where the master was currently at.

Hou Yizhen was just finishing a glass of wine when he heard a knock on the door.

Frowning, he put down the glass on the table, picked up a remote, and tapped on a button. The sound of the door unlocking came. "Come in."

The door opened, and the housekeeper appeared, staying in the doorway. "Master Hou, the young master was crying in the master’s bedroom. He seemed to be unwell."

Tsk.

Hou Yizhen rubbed his temples. He was already very tired, it was late at night, and he still needed to come to the company early in the morning. He just wanted to rest, but the brat was so much of a handful.

As a man of his word, Hou Yizhen would not allow himself to regret any decision he had made. He had agreed to take responsibility, so he must see it through.

Back in the master’s bedroom, Hou Yizhen looked gloomily at the caterpillar, who had wrapped all the blankets around himself. Sobs kept coming from inside, along with endless squirming movements.

Even Hou Yizhen himself could sense that something was off. The housekeeper was right; the boy seemed to be in pain.

A pair of long legs stepped towards the bed, reaching the target in a few steps. A strong arm patted the caterpillar, and a deep male baritone sounded in the room.

"What is wrong with you? Do you need the doctor?"

The caterpillar’s sobs and squirming movements suddenly stopped. After a brief moment of silence, the squirming became even faster, as if crawling towards the far end of the bed, away from the man who had spoken.

"N-no, no need for a doctor. Please, don’t call a doctor," the boy’s nasal voice sounded, muffled by the thick blankets. "I-I don’t need anyone. Please leave."

A vein popped on Hou Yizhen’s temple. He snapped. "Then why are you crying? If you’re not unwell, why do you cry as if the entire house has bullied you?"

After saying this, Hou Yizhen finally remembered something. He instantly calmed down.

I see, so that’s how it is.

The boy must have missed his mother now that he was in the capital.

It seemed he had been a bit too harsh.

Sighing, Hou Yizhen stared at the caterpillar. He had never been a gentle person, so he had no idea what to do to comfort the boy.

But this could not continue. The boy would end up suffocating himself.

Hou Yizhen knelt on one knee on the bed and reached out his hand...