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ICAWZ Chapter 63

ARC 2: Imperfect

The sensation on the tip of his tongue was incredibly soft and faint. For a moment, Han Yan thought he might be imagining things. He instinctively raised his eyes to look at Gaien, only to see that the female zerg had already taken a step back, creating distance. He remained silent, lowering his gaze, as if nothing had happened just now.

“…”

Han Yan lightly turned the silver ring on his ring finger and, in the end, said nothing.

After the ceremony, they descended from the wedding platform and proceeded to toast the guests at their tables. Han Yan had thoroughly investigated the backgrounds of all the guests in advance. Even if he hadn’t met them before, he could accurately call out their names based on facial features. He then skillfully filtered out connections that would be beneficial to him, engaging effortlessly in conversation to make strategic acquaintances.

For instance, the current guest, Prince Pei, though not directly in the royal line, held the highest business acumen among the Zerg royalty. He managed the industrial affairs of the Gohedra family privately, including the large shopping mall where Han Yan had previously purchased the wedding ring.

“Your Excellency Ashya, I wish you a joyful newlywed life. Gaien is a well-behaved child, and I hope you can take care of and tolerate him more in the future.”

Prince Pei is considered Gaien’s father’s distant cousin, and he usually shows great affection towards several princes. Given Gaien’s unique situation, it’s natural for him to receive a bit more attention.

Han Yan raised his wine glass and lightly clinked it with Prince Pei’s. He nodded with a faint smile at the words and, at the same time, reached out to embrace the slender female zerg beside him, who remained silent. The distinct joints of his fingertips rested on his lower back, then gradually tightened. A glint of light passed over the silver ring on his ring finger as he spoke, “Of course, he is my partner now.”

His voice was low, gentle, and seductive, captivating the heart.

Gaien felt the strength around his waist, and his body involuntarily trembled for a moment. Before he could gather his thoughts, Han Yan intimately pulled him into his arms, “If I ever bully you in the future, remember to complain to Uncle.”

Upon hearing the word “bully”, Gaien’s back stiffened for a moment, but he allowed Han Yan to embrace him, quiet and compliant, saying nothing.

Sensing his stiffness, Han Yan glanced at him with a hint of contemplation. For some reason, he then changed his tone, speaking softly, “Don’t worry, I won’t bully you.”

He forgot; in this world, male zergs tend to enjoy dominating female zergs. The word “bully” doesn’t sound too pleasant.

Gaien finally responded with a soft, low “Hmm.”

Prince Pei stood on the side, observing. Although Gaien had remained seemingly motionless, his fingertips quietly grasped the clothing of the male zerg beside him. This subtle gesture carried a sense of attachment, so delicate that even the usually perceptive Han Yan failed to notice.

Prince Pei, having immersed himself in the business world for many years, understood the situation well. With a meaningful tone, he said, “After all, it’s a matter between you two. I shouldn’t meddle too much. I trust that with Your Excellency’s character, you will treat Gaien well.”

Han Yan smiled slightly, “You are Gaien’s uncle, naturally, you are also my uncle. It is only proper for elders to guide the younger generation; how can it be considered meddling? I’ve heard of your extensive knowledge and talents. There is much I would like to learn from you, and I hope you won’t hesitate to impart your wisdom.”

His words were eloquent and graceful, and Prince Pei couldn’t help but ease his expression. Holding his wine glass, he chuckled, “It’s just a small business. Nothing worth advising on. In the future, you and Gaien are welcome to visit whenever there’s a chance.”

So, Han Yan understood that this “social network” had been established.

Several main tables were placed closely together, occupied by close relatives and prestigious guests. It was evident that Admon and Johnny did not share Han Yan’s “noble insight” into expanding their social circles. They were focused on indulging in the food, having spent some time with the mysterious cuisine and now, suddenly exposed to exquisite dishes and the banquet, they couldn’t help but salivate, feeling that missing even a single bite would be a regret.

They had to seize the opportunity to eat now; there might not be another chance later.

On the opposite side sat Boya, the young master of the Durant family. His complexion was the least favorable, and his situation the most awkward. The emperor had previously arranged for Gaien to marry Boya’s older brother. However, the Durant family was unwilling to accept a cripple as part of their household. They had tried every means to annul the marriage. Although the Zerg Emperor had agreed, it was evident that dissatisfaction had already grown towards them.

Despite the fact that this wedding banquet had nothing to do with the Durant family, the royal court had, for some reason, sent them invitations, explicitly demanding their presence to offer congratulations.

Boya, hearing the praises surrounding Ashya’s elegance and outstanding qualities, which surpassed even his older brother’s, wore an extremely displeased expression. In a low, mocking tone, he said, “He’s nothing more than something the Durant family didn’t want.”

Johnny, having indulged in food and drink, was contemplating how to swallow the cake in front of him when he unexpectedly heard Boya’s words. He instinctively raised his eyes and looked over, asking, “What did you just say?”

Boya naturally dared not repeat his previous words. Even a prestigious male zerg needed to consider the royal court’s dignity. However, he deliberately aimed to cause trouble at this wedding, sarcastically remarking, “I said His Majesty almost arranged a marriage between the Eighth Prince and my brother. Haven’t you heard about it?”

Johnny shook his head honestly, “I haven’t heard about that.”

He continued, “I only heard that you lost a tooth at the military academy when the Seventh Prince, Yusto, beat you up. You ended up in the hospital, nearly turning into a vegetable zerg.”

As for why he was beaten up, it was probably related to Boya’s dissatisfaction with his older brother marrying a cripple. He had forcibly pressured the Eighth Prince, Gaien, to annul the marriage, kicking and injuring his leg in the process.

Boya’s face turned an instant shade of iron gray upon hearing this, choking on his breath with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. Laughter erupted from the surrounding guests.

Johnny had the utmost disdain for males who preyed on the weaker. He finished speaking and, with a fork, mashed the chocolate cake in front of him into a messy lump, implying something as he said, “What a pile of zerg shit!”

Boya, incensed, glared at him, demanding, “Who are you insulting?!”

Johnny made a mocking face and grinned, “Of course, I’m insulting the cake, Your Excellency Boya. Please don’t take it personally.”

Laughter escalated around them. After all, they were all nobles of similar status, not afraid of one another. Since the Durant family’s annulment, they had lost the favor of the emperor, leading to a significant decline in their status. Even the observant zergs knew that their family was now considered fallen.

Boya, already of an impulsive nature, trembled with anger at the remarks, almost slamming the table and standing up. Prince Pei, sitting beside them, whether or not he sensed the unusual atmosphere at the table, glanced over and subtly suggested, “Your Excellency Boya, although today is a wonderful day, if you’re feeling unwell, you can go home early and rest.”

The implicit message was clear: don’t spoil the atmosphere, and if you want to act crazy, do it at home.

The prince’s status still held some intimidation, causing Boya to freeze at the words. Seeing the mocking gazes of the surrounding guests, he felt a burning sensation on his face. Coldly uttering the words “excuse me”, he turned and left the banquet, sweeping his sleeves in departure.

Johnny, witnessing the scene, felt triumphant. He even made a mocking face towards Boya’s retreating figure. However, in an unexpected moment, he caught sight of Prince Pei observing him. His demeanor froze, embarrassed, and he lowered his head to continue eating.

Prince Pei shook his head with a smile at the scene, swirled the wine in his glass, and then withdrew his gaze.

Young people, unable to control their temper…

The wedding banquet continued into the evening. When the sky darkened, Han Yan and Gaien finally took a flying vehicle back home. The villa was empty, eerily quiet, with the silence so profound that you could hear a pin drop. Only when they returned did it finally regain a bit of vitality.

Han Yan had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol, yet there was no sign of intoxication. He draped his formal jacket over his arm and turned to see Gaien still standing at the doorway. In a low, commanding tone, he said, “Come over…”

Extending his hand to Gaien, Han Yan added, “Our room is upstairs.”

Perhaps due to the recent auction of most antiques, the interior of the villa was much emptier than Gaien had imagined, devoid of any connection to the word “luxury”. Gaien slowly regained his focus at the words, limping towards Han Yan. He gently held the offered hand, and together they ascended the stairs, preparing for the most crucial “ritual” that lay ahead.

The room remained unlit. After the sunset, it bathed in a dim twilight blue, quiet and tranquil as if submerged in the depths of the ocean.

Han Yan liked this quiet atmosphere, so he didn’t turn on the lights. After entering the room, he released Gaien’s hand, hung his jacket on a hanger, and then silently took a seat in the corner of the sofa. The tension that had gripped him throughout the day finally eased.

Gaien stood in place, quietly observing every move Han Yan made. However, the male zerg seemed to have no intention of possessing him.

Han Yan sat on the sofa, eyes closed, legs crossed. The black leather shoes on his feet gleamed faintly, displaying a cold and rigid tone in the dim blue light. His well-defined hands leisurely loosened the tie. The silver-gray fabric resembled a soft serpent, winding around his fingers with an affectionate reluctance to let go.

Gaien pondered over what he should do now. The knowledge his teacher had imparted resurfaced in his mind:

Entice the male zerg, display your body to spark their interest, and release pheromones.

Gaien wasn’t particularly skilled in this, but he limped towards Han Yan. Under the man’s silent gaze, he knelt on the cold floor—

This was a custom among the Zerg race. After marriage, a female zerg must serve his male lord in this manner, expressing submission and obedience.

Gaien, devoid of expression, lifted his head. His dense eyelashes quivered like butterfly wings, casting a thick shadow that partially concealed the slightly less prominent red mole at the end of his eye. His skin was pale and sickly, his facial features delicate and beautiful, but there was an eerie lifelessness that didn’t belong to his age, as if he had decayed long ago.

Han Yan paused briefly when he saw this. Behind the lenses, his gaze first fell on Gaien’s leg on the ground, then slowly moved up to the straight spine, and finally, to those eyes shrouded in darkness, and the lips tinged with a blood-red hue.

“…”

Han Yan remained motionless, curious about what Gaien would do.

The female zerg finally began to “entice” him.

Gaien’s chilly fingertips landed on Han Yan’s knee, then slowly moved over the fabric of the suit, awkwardly seductive. He made an effort to straighten his back, his expression numb as he planted a multitude of kisses on Han Yan’s face. In the collision, he touched the man’s cool glasses, just like their two indifferent hearts.

Han Yan spoke indifferently, “Is this how your teacher taught you?”

Gaien hesitated in his movements. After kneeling for so long, his figure subtly swayed at the words. He lowered his head, sinking into silence. After a while, he uttered a hoarse sentence, “Please punish me.”

The nighttime temperature dropped, and the floor was cold and rigid.

Han Yan lowered his gaze and silently observed him. The eyes behind the lenses revealed little, and after a moment, he extended a well-defined hand. The silver ring on his ring finger shone beautifully as he faintly spoke, “Come here.”

Gaien obediently held his hand, but just as their fingertips touched, Han Yan suddenly pulled him up from the floor, promptly enveloping him in a warm embrace.

Gaien instinctively struggled, but caught off guard, he met Han Yan’s smiling gray-blue eyes and gradually quieted down.

Han Yan had Gaien sit on his left leg. Delicate fingertips caressed the beautiful red mole at the end of the female zerg’s eye tail, and Han Yan softly remarked, “It seems he didn’t teach you well.”

Han Yan’s touch seemed to possess a magical effect, causing Gaien to soften at the slightest contact. He bowed his head to place a kiss on the red mole, the sensation warm and moist. Then, slowly descending, he kissed Gaien’s crimson lips, seeking the elusive glimpse of their intertwined tongues during the wedding kiss earlier in the day.

In a trance, Gaien seemed to catch a faint scent of Han Yan’s pheromones—subtle and cold…

Like a gentle drizzle falling in a deep mountain forest, mingling with the dampness of ancient wood and a faint bitterness. It was as if someone, carried by the windswept snow, came from a distance to finally embrace him.

The same dampness, the same darkness,

Yet gradually warming in the end.

The man’s kiss was overwhelmingly gentle, and Gaien unconsciously closed his eyes, responding to the kiss with a deft and tender tongue. He wrapped his arms around Han Yan’s neck, leaving no gap. The usually silent throat couldn’t contain a low, subdued moan.

Han Yan gripped Gaien’s delicate ankle, then slid his hand under the pants, tracing the grotesque scar on his leg with his fingertips. Gaien was suddenly startled, instinctively wanting to pull his leg back. A hint of embarrassment and panic flashed in his eyes, but Han Yan firmly kept him from moving.

Gaien’s face turned deathly pale, and he struggled to force out a word, “No…”

He resisted this intensely, starting to thrash about. However, Han Yan simply laid him flat on the sofa, pulled Gaien’s pants down to his knees, and bent down to place a kiss on the grotesque scar, creating a startlingly moist and tingling sensation.

“No!”

Gaien’s pupils contracted suddenly. However, under the influence of the male pheromones, his body couldn’t muster any strength. He could only watch helplessly as Han Yan bent down to kiss his disabled leg. When the embarrassment became unbearable, he could only close his eyes in pain. In a daze, something hot trickled down from the corner of his eye, wetting his lashes.

His whole body trembled, and his fingertips dug deeply into his palms, leaving behind a mottled trail of blood.

This wedding night was far more painful and humiliating than Gaien had imagined…

Han Yan finally noticed something and gradually stopped his actions. He silently observed Gaien’s trembling and pained expression, eventually withdrawing his hand and pulling Gaien back into his embrace.

With slightly cool fingertips, Han Yan gently brushed over the corner of Gaien’s eye, looking at the salty liquid there with a faint raise of his eyebrow. He wiped it away and asked in a low, gentle voice, “Why are you crying?”

Gaien kept his eyes closed, silent, his face pale as paper.

Han Yan kissed away the tears at the corner of Gaien’s eye, and the lenses brushing against his skin created a slightly cool sensation. He smiled and said, “Don’t cry.”

Han Yan didn’t have any peculiar fetishes; he simply discovered that this area was more sensitive for the female zerg. He lowered his head again to kiss Gaien, gently parting his tensed lips and entwining their tongues. Little by little, he melted the ice in his hands until Gaien’s body stopped trembling.

Han Yan slowly opened Gaien’s tightly clenched hand, kissing the crescent-shaped bloodstain on it, and casually asked, “What else did your teacher teach you?”

Gaien hesitated.

The man’s eyes behind the lenses quietly stared at him, “Show me.”

Gaien, belatedly realizing that his “mission” had not been completed, reluctantly sat on Han Yan, continuing to lower his head and kiss him. He was concerned about the possibility of the male zerg touching his disabled right leg, so his body remained tense.

Han Yan, with closed eyes, found it amusing how living beings were far more interesting than lifeless objects. He embraced Gaien’s slender waist, the warmth of his palms gently wandering on the other’s back. Slowly, he spoke, “What are you afraid of?”

In a mysterious tone, Han Yan continued, “I like you, that’s why I’m kissing you.”

Although this fondness is akin to discovering a desired collectible, ordinary and widespread, Han Yan rarely encounters items that meet his preferences so well. Therefore, this liking can be considered special.

Upon hearing these words, Gaien paused, and in the darkness of the night, he asked in a low voice that revealed no discernible emotion, “Like…?”

The lighting was dim, and Han Yan did not notice the paranoia that appeared in the other’s eyes due to those words. He gently caressed Gaien’s small leg while kissing away the teardrops at the corner of his eyes, closing his eyes with a soft hum.

Gaien shivered for a moment.

Han Yan noticed that the other’s body seemed softer and more powerless, the kissing becoming increasingly suffocating and entwined. There was no longer any resistance to his touch on the right leg.

A well-behaved child, satisfying.

Han Yan remained true to himself. He obediently embraced the female zerg before him, responding with the utmost tenderness as the other entangled him with a mesmerizing gaze, tinged with a hint of madness.

In the embrace of Han Yan, Gaien gently nuzzled, displaying a sickly and infatuated expression, softly murmuring, “My lord…”

If that teacher could witness Gaien’s current demeanor, they would undoubtedly be very satisfied.

Han Yan patiently responded and, not wanting to dampen the sofa, directly lifted Gaien horizontally and headed towards the bed. As they fell onto the soft mattress, the female zerg immediately hooked onto his waist.

The outer corridor was quiet, and Johnny had been squatting at the door for several hours. He rubbed his numb legs, pressed his ears against the door gap, trying to find out whether Han Yan had gone to sleep. However, the restrained and enduring sobbing inside continued until the early hours of the morning, finally quieting down around 2 a.m.

The plan begins!

Johnny suppressed the pounding of his heart, quietly unlocking the door of Han Yan’s room. Then, he carefully opened a slit and crawled forward on the ground—

Since the last time he ordered takeout, Han Yan confiscated his star card. Tonight, he must retrieve it.

Johnny had attempted to execute his plan a few days ago but failed due to Han Yan’s high nocturnal vigilance and the fact that he rarely left his home during the day. Tonight, being the wedding night, Han Yan was likely exhausted and fast asleep, presenting the perfect opportunity. If not now, when!

The floor was covered with soft floral carpets, allowing Johnny to move silently. As he approached the desk, he noticed the bed was in disarray, with rumpled sheets and covers strewn across the floor. The newlywed couple seemed to be awake and active.

No way?! Hasn’t it been several hours already?!

Johnny’s gaze stared blankly at the bed, witnessing Han Yan holding Gaien in his arms. He lowered his eyes to gently kiss the teardrop mole at the corner of Gaien’s eye while caressing the delicate ankle in his hand.

Above that ankle, there was an extremely long scar extending all the way to the knee, appearing gruesomely hideous. Yet, against the pale and slender leg, it strangely exuded an eerie beauty.

The duvet was piled too thick, and Johnny could only see a tiny bit, but it wasn’t hard to imagine the mess the couple had made. Unable to resist his curiosity, Johnny looked towards Han Yan, only to see that the white shirt on him was slightly disheveled, the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose had slid down a bit, and a strand of blue hair hung quietly. However, this did not diminish the air of restraint and refinement that surrounded him.

That Ashya, the pervert, still looked so neatly dressed in bed. Stripping the female zerg naked while keeping himself properly clothed. Disgusting!

Johnny sneered, secretly disdainful of Han Yan, the beast in gentleman’s clothing. Taking advantage of the furniture for cover, he quickly crawled to the side of the desk, searching through the drawers as silently as possible. In the end, he finally found his star card hidden in a book.

You really know how to hide, tucked away inside a book!

After checking the star card under the moonlight to confirm its authenticity, Johnny planned to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible. However, in his haste, his movements were too clumsy. When he climbed out, he accidentally bumped into a cabinet, making a slight “bang” sound. His figure froze instantly.

Han Yan squinted slightly, seeming to sense something as he looked back. Bathed in the hazy moonlight, he saw Johnny awkwardly crouched at the door, holding a star card tightly in his hand.

“…”

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Seeing that Han Yan had noticed him, Johnny awkwardly raised his hand and greeted, “Hey…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a white pillow suddenly flew through the air, slamming into him and throwing him out of the room. Accompanying this, there was a cold and deep scolding, “Get lost!”

Johnny immediately crawled and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the corridor floor, still in shock, with only three glaring words echoing in his mind:

It’s all over!

Ashya would definitely kill him tomorrow!

Gaien, enveloped in the pheromones of the male zerg, had long lost his clear consciousness, acting purely on instinct. However, upon hearing Han Yan’s cold and slightly angry reprimand, he suddenly woke up and subconsciously looked at the other.

Han Yan noticed the pause in the zerg’s movements, and his slightly lowered gray-blue eyes spoke a cool calmness: “Not you.”

The man’s cold and calm voice, which was a bit hoarse at the moment, accompanied by the movement of the prominent Adam’s apple, uttered only shortly: “Continue.”

 

 


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