Toon Chapter 13

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Orange was begged from Old Lady Sun’s house, and it was entirely orange. When Lian Sheng had gone to Old Lady Sun’s house to look at the cat with a voice full of pity, Orange was still nursing under its mother’s belly, extending its paws to drink milk. By the time it could eat solid food, it was sitting in Zhou Lingchun’s large hand one noon, returning to their tiled-roof home.

Orange was already two months old. It wore a pink flea collar around its neck and had a well-proportioned body. Wherever it sat, it sat properly, head held high, exposing the patch of white fur that ran from its chin down to its chest.

Raised by Lian Sheng, its bad habits were all spoiled by Lian Sheng. For instance, it would jump onto the table and meow before the food was even served, and instead of sleeping in its own bed, it would burrow into Lian Sheng’s quilt. Its temper was also very similar to Lian Sheng’s; if Wang Cai snatched its food, it would immediately swipe a paw, regardless of whether it could win the fight. If Zhou Lingchun scolded it, it would quickly feign distress and hide in Lian Sheng’s arms.

Such a small cat, sitting there with its clear eyes open, looked like a little genius.

Before he could even say two sentences, Lian Sheng would rush to protect the kitten. As the old saying goes, a doting mother spoils the child. When Orange first arrived, it slept in its own bed, but now it was so spoiled that it wouldn’t sleep unless it was on the bed. If Lian Sheng were to raise a child, they would surely become the village’s spoiled darling, glutton, and little tyrant.

Zhou Lingchun glared at Lian Sheng and said, “Still small? It’s two months old. Other cats this size can catch big rats.”

“No way, it doesn’t know how to catch rats. Besides, we don’t have rats in our house, so it hasn’t seen any,” Lian Sheng replied.

Zhou Lingchun was unmoved: “I’m saying this one more time: you are not allowed to bring the cat onto the bed in the future. Everything else is negotiable, but not this!” Orange wasn’t human; it couldn’t be bathed every day. When it grew older, it would run around in the fields, bringing all sorts of unclean things onto the bed. Then Lian Sheng would surely complain about being itchy at night.

“I know, I know, honestly,” he said, looking down and playing with Orange’s little paws. He pinched his voice and spoke to the kitten, “Dad won’t let you sleep here, but later, when Mom has money, I’ll buy a big bed, and you can have half.”

“When you grow up, you must catch wild rabbits for Mom to eat every day, and don’t give him any!”

Zhou Lingchun couldn’t take it anymore. He reached out and tugged Lian Sheng’s cheek. Lian Sheng yelped and shot the man a glare. Zhou Lingchun then picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck and placed it on the floor. Orange wagged its tail, leaped onto the window, and then jumped outside.

Zhou Lingchun had already put rice porridge on the stove in the large pot; he just needed to stir-fry a few dishes when it was time to eat. Grandma was still shelling edamame outside. It was still early for dinner. Zhou Lingchun’s mood had been interrupted, but that didn’t stop him from picking it up again. The man reached out and pulled the curtain shut, then quickly stripped off both his and Lian Sheng’s clothes.

Lian Sheng had lost a little weight recently due to a cold, making his chin look sharp. Zhou Lingchun’s rough, working hands stroked Lian Sheng’s shoulder. Lian Sheng laughed and tried to dodge, saying the touch made him itchy. With a whoosh, the man sat on the bed and covered both of them with the quilt. They were instantly plunged into darkness. In the stuffy, airless confines of the quilt, he lowered his head to suck Lian Sheng’s nipples. The nipples swelled up from being suckled, becoming twice their original size.

This quilt was one Grandma had gotten made at the village head’s place; it was very thick and heavy, meant for winter, but they had taken it out early because Lian Sheng had a cold. The temperature inside the quilt soared. With Zhou Lingchun pressing the quilt down tightly, Lian Sheng couldn’t breathe fresh air. He hit Zhou Lingchun’s head and said, “Do what you want, but are you trying to suffocate me with this quilt?”

Zhou Lingchun said, “Just like this. Sweating will make you recover faster.”

Lian Sheng cursed angrily, “You brute! If you don’t get on the bed for a day, you’ll die, but why didn’t you say no to this if you were afraid I’d catch a cold?”

He had already become wet below. In the darkness, the man relied on familiarity to extend his tongue and lick that tender spot. Like a hungry wolf catching fragrant meat, he was reluctant to swallow it in one bite, only extending his tongue to lick back and forth, wetting everything with moisture, like scratching an itch through a boot. Lian Sheng didn’t know how the man was managing to hold the quilt down; no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free. He started sweating all over, and the quilt became damp from his breath. He felt like he was about to suffocate, not to mention having someone pressing his legs and attending to him below.

Small trickles of fluid surged out, all being swept away by the tongue below. Lian Sheng spread his legs wider and wider, pleading with the person below, “Husband, suck it, please, I feel so uncomfortable…”

The person between his legs quickly answered his plea, taking the tip of his bud into his mouth and sucking hard. Lian Sheng cried out, “Ah, ah, ah!” The fluid in his passage practically sprayed out, covering the man’s chin and entire chest. White light flashed before his eyes, like layers of fireworks exploding. He thought Zhou Lingchun had lifted the quilt and gasped for air, but he couldn’t inhale any, instead showing signs of oxygen deprivation. He cried out, “Zhou Lingchun, I’m going to die! What if I can’t breathe?”

The quilt was yanked, and a sliver of light appeared in the dim space, revealing Lian Sheng’s face. His entire face was wet, flushed crimson, and his hair clung to him damply. Tears streamed from his almond eyes, and his crimson lips gasped for fresh air, saliva dripping out uncontrollably.

His thigh was grasped and folded up to his chest. The man was sprawled between them, his broad back propping up the quilt, creating a hill-like bulge on the bed. Zhou Lingchun ignored Lian Sheng’s pleas, his powerful tongue fiercely licking the moist, soft folds several times. Then, he thrust his tongue into the opening and vigorously churned it, sucking at the wet passage. He, too, was close to oxygen deprivation, but the pleasure mixed with licking him made his scalp tingle with ecstasy. His manhood below had long since swollen high, making him wish he could die in this tender haven.

Lian Sheng struggled wildly, his calves wrapped around the man’s neck, unsure what to do. His passage continuously contracted. He felt the area below was going numb, and the numbness spread throughout his body, as if a swarm of insects had crawled in through the entrance below and spread all over him. The man’s face was flushed red from Lian Sheng’s legs constricting his neck. Hearing Lian Sheng scream for him to let go, the moment he released his mouth, fluid immediately began to trickle out from the erect shaft and urethra opening, spraying unexpectedly onto the man’s face.

This seemed different from usual. It felt… more like urine.

Zhou Lingchun wiped his face with his hand in the darkness. He hadn’t expected Lian Sheng to be so fragile this time. He threw back the quilt and crawled out, using the clothes he had casually tossed aside to wipe his wet face and chest, then leaned down, wanting to continue. Lian Sheng refused now. He clearly realized that this substance was different. He wrapped himself in the quilt and cried out in shame, saying, “It’s all your fault, all your fault! You had to be so rough, I couldn’t hold it in. How embarrassing!”

No matter how intense things had been before, he had never been incontinent, let alone peed on the man’s face.

Lian Sheng cared about his reputation, and he absolutely could not accept being made incontinent by Zhou Lingchun.

Zhou Lingchun didn’t think anything of it. He scooped up the man and the quilt with his muscular arm, comforting the still-shaking person, “It’s not embarrassing. You’ll get used to it if we do it a few more times.”

“Don’t you dare lick that spot of mine again! I don’t want to be with you anymore!”

Hearing this, Zhou Lingchun realized the problem was serious. He spoke lewdly without blushing, “No way, I don’t find it embarrassing. You can pee on my face as many times as you want.”

Teary-eyed Lian Sheng immediately hammered Zhou Lingchun’s chest twice, saying, “Dream on!”

He was furious: “Why didn’t I realize you were such a pervert before!”

Zhou Lingchun laughed heartily a few times. The usual sharpness in his eyes softened into a look of ease and indulgence, and he gradually began to press the man down again.

Lian Sheng refused to continue, twisting around like a cocoon. “I want to take a bath! I want to take a bath! You’re filthy!”

After calling for a bath several times, Zhou Lingchun, who was usually deaf to such things, finally seemed to hear. He seemed displeased but eventually went out to fetch hot water.

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Contains incontinence plot, proceed with caution!