The Hot-tempered Young Master and His Village Flower Child Bride - Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Jealousy Play (R-19)

The stage was completely dark, with a single spotlight relentlessly tracking Zhao Xunyu and making him the sole beacon in the shadowy world.

Unlike his casual, chatty, and endearing demeanor around Chu Zhi Lu, he appeared serious and composed on stage. Although he sang ‘I Only Care About You,’ he projected an air of detachment, making it seem impossible for him to ever connect with ordinary people.

Zhao Xunyu’s gaze remained fixed on her, the glow sticks around her waving so vigorously they nearly sparked. Chu Zhi Lu felt a strange disconnect, as if their intimate moments had never happened. She was just another faceless audience member, someone he didn’t truly see; his gaze merely drifted across the crowd without lingering on anyone in particular.

After the host announced Zhao Xunyu as the winner of the Top Ten Singers competition, Chu Zhi Lu quietly slipped out amidst the thunderous applause. On her way home, she texted him: Waiting for you at home.

Zhao Xunyu saw her message backstage after accepting his award. A pang of disappointment struck him. Didn’t the song he had dedicated to her deserve a big hug when he came offstage at least? They had planned a post-competition dinner, and he had wanted to introduce her to his friends and family.

He replied sullenly: …Alright, I’ll hang out with my friends first and be back soon

He sat down, ate a few bites, chatted briefly, and then announced that he was going to see his girlfriend. The others wouldn’t hear of it. As the champion, those who’d placed behind him weren’t about to let him off easy. “You can leave,” they insisted, “but you have to toast everyone first. If you don’t drink, you’re disrespecting my singing!”

Then there were his dorm mates, who had helped with everything from registration to campaigning. They were eager to meet Zhao Xunyu’s girlfriend—and let’s just say they were green with envy. ‘She’s not just over-Photoshopped!’ they exclaimed. ‘She’s just not photogenic. She’s way more vibrant and charismatic in person!’ It was normal for a stunning beauty to be aloof; she could skip the party, but Zhao Xunyu had to drink!

When Chu Zhi Lu’s name came up, Zhao Xunyu started chatting again. Before he knew it, more time had slipped by. On his way to the restroom, he noticed a message from Chu Zhi Lu sent five minutes earlier.

It contained two photos. In the first, she wore a tight, low-cut camisole dress that revealed half of her br*asts and created a deep cl*avage. Her ch*st glistened with some kind of gloss, resembling two plump dumplings clinging together in thick syrup. Cold light reflected off the slick surface, radiating a stark, glossy sheen.

“Hiss, fuck...” Zhao Xunyu gasped, and his small tent pitched instantly. His hand trembled as he clicked on the second image—

Her legs were spread wide, her w*t p*ssy cradling two slender fingers in an er*tic and decadent pose.

Zhao Xunyu stared for a long moment, muttering under his breath, “Little pervert.”

He texted Chu Zhi Lu back: Wait for me. I’ll be right there.

Once the desire surging through him had subsided slightly, he went outside, finished the wine on the table, and announced that his girlfriend was urging him to leave.

No one could stop him.

His ears and neck flushed crimson and he burned with heat. He couldn’t wait to get home and get straight to business.

He impatiently pressed his fingerprint to unlock the door. Before he could move, however, Chu Zhi Lu pounced, pinning him against the door and kissing him fiercely. Zhao Xunyu returned the kiss briefly before pulling away, breathless, and trying to shut the door. Chu Zhi Lu refused to budge, turning his face back to hers and continuing her passionate assault.

Her kisses were fiery, twisting and teasing, employing every technique she knew. Zhao Xunyu had never experienced such an aggressive onslaught from her before. Their breaths mingled, hot enough to melt each other. She pressed his hand to her heaving ch*st. As he caressed her br*ast, he managed to ask, “What did you put on your ch*st in the photos you sent me?”

The texture beneath his fingers was not the smooth, slippery sensation he’d imagined from the photos.

“Essential oil,” Chu Zhi Lu answered breathlessly. She pressed her lips against his again.

Zhao Xunyu pulled her back, holding her close, and closed the door behind them.

Chu Zhi Lu led him to the sofa and maneuvered him into lying down. She straddled him, bracing her hands against his ch*st. She gazed down at him with sultry, half-lidded eyes. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder, unzipped her dress, and let it slide down to just above her n*pples, which it barely covered like two small cherries.

Zhao Xunyu tilted his head back slightly, his hand sliding up from her lower half. “Let me apply some more essential oil for you.”

Chu Zhi Lu pressed him back down, her fingertips dancing across his taut muscles like piano keys. “No rush. Today, I’m serving you.”

She leaned down and tilted her head to rub her cheek against his ear. Then, she gently blew into it. Feeling Zhao Xunyu’s body tremble, she traced the rim of his ear with her tongue in a provocative caress.

Straddling his hips, she let him feel the warm, continuous flow of her arousal fl*id through the thin fabric of her panties. Her upper body pressed tightly against his, her full br*asts overflowing from the pressure. Her nimble, playful tongue slithered down his body, teasing him relentlessly without granting him release.

Zhao Xunyu groaned impatiently, wanting to pin her down and ravage her. Chu Zhi Lu’s eyes flashed a warning. “I said I’d serve you.”

‘What kind of service is this? It’s more like punishment.’

“Do it yourself if you want it so badly.”

Chu Zhi Lu tightened her grip on his throat, her voice a threat. “Not listening to me anymore?”

Her grip was surprisingly strong. Zhao Xunyu coughed a few times, guessing that she was angry. He raised his hands in surrender, admitting his mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come back so late. They kept dragging me back; I couldn’t get away.”

Chu Zhi Lu huffed twice, still refusing to let him move. She shifted away and stripped off his clothes. Cupping his throbbing er*ction in one hand, she began stroking it gently. The teasing, barely-there pressure drove Zhao Xunyu half-mad. Veins bulged on his neck. He said, “Hiss… Baby, use some force.”

Chu Zhi Lu deliberately ignored his plea, her hand moving with even lighter and slower strokes. Occasionally, she’d flick the tip of the glistening slit as if utterly oblivious to his desperate need and torment even though she faced his raging desire head-on. She brushed aside his reaching hand and asked, “Did you have a good day today?”

“No.”

“Why not? You won the championship, and there are so many little fangirls cheering you on.”

Zhao Xunyu began to sweat. “If you’re not happy, I’m not happy either.”

Chu Zhi Lu smiled and playfully shook his poor little member. “I’m happy too. My boyfriend sings beautifully, is handsome, and has irresistible charm. Seeing how much those girls adore you makes me so proud that I snatched you up first.”

Zhao Xunyu understood. His large hand pinched her delicate n*pple, his teeth grinding. “So jealous, Chu Zhizhi.”

Chu Zhi Lu flicked his sh*ft. “Who’s jealous?”

“Hiss… I—I’m jealous… I’m jealous, okay?”

Chu Zhi Lu pulled down her skirt and panties. She straddled Zhao Xunyu, kneeling above him. Her hips swayed, and her firm, soft br*asts swayed in rhythm. Zhao Xunyu’s eyes burned with desire as he arched his hips and pleaded, “Zhizhi, sit down.”

Chu Zhi Lu paused for a few seconds, then slowly lowered herself amidst his burning anticipation. Just as their bodies aligned perfectly and her flower parted to meet his fl*sh, and just as Zhao Xunyu thrust upward with all his might, she shifted aside.

Zhao Xunyu was on the verge of madness. “What’s wrong? Are you trying to kill me?”

Chu Zhi Lu’s slickness brushed against his inner thigh, but she calmly made her demand. “I want you to sing. Sing while we do it.”

“…” Sing what? If he didn’t act soon, someone would be singing his death song.

Chu Zhi Lu settled against his inner thigh, her w*t, slick body sliding up and down his leg. The sounds of her breathing and moaning echoed clearly.

“Are you going to sing or not?”

Zhao Xunyu’s jaw muscles tensed. “… I’ll sing.”

Chu Zhi Lu raised her hips again, holding his p*nis with one hand, waiting for the signal.

“Little white cabbage…”

Chu Zhi Lu clicked her tongue and probed his an*s as punishment. “‘I Only Care About You.’“

Zhao Xunyu’s lower abdomen throbbed with pain. Chu Zhizhi was really capable!

“Let time rush by… I only care about… you—” His voice wavered, the final note trembling and lacking the effortless grace and heartfelt resonance he usually displayed on stage.

Chu Zhi Lu slowly lowered herself onto his p*nis. This time, Zhao Xunyu wouldn’t let her tease him. The moment their fl*sh met, he thrust upward with force. Chu Zhi Lu gasped, her upper body arching forward as his p*nis sank completely inside her.

Zhao Xunyu threw that d*mn request out the window. He pinched her waist and thrust hard. The woman on top position was really deep. Chu Zhi Lu clamped her flower hole, feeling some discomfort.

Zhao Xunyu patted her b*tt*cks. “Baby, relax.”

Chu Zhi Lu braced herself against his abs. “Mmm... just… just one line… continue…”

Zhao Xunyu panted heavily. “Let’s finish first…”

Chu Zhi Lu’s lower abdomen tightened and her grip around him intensified. “Sing…”

“Sss… fuck…” Zhao Xunyu’s heart and p*nis throbbed with blood as he fought the urge to c*m.

D*mn it! I forgot a c*ndom!

“Don’t squeeze! I don’t have a c*ndom.”

Chu Zhi Lu ignored him, twisting and clenching. “Sing or not?”

Zhao Xunyu’s eyes reddened as he forced out the words, “Let… time rush by… uh…” He thrust deeply and pinched her waist, exerting force. “Flow away… I only care about…” Another thrust, determined to force open her stubborn hole. “Mmm…you…”

He drove his hips and waist upward, thrusting dozens of times before finishing the line. The wavering melody sounded less like singing and more like moaning.

Chu Zhi Lu’s br*asts ached and itched from being jostled. She had to cup them with her hands for relief. This made her unsteady, and Zhao Xunyu’s thrusts sent her trembling like a flower in a storm. Under his relentless assault, she quickly cl*max*d, collapsing limply against his ch*st with her head falling weakly against his.

The tables turned. Zhao Xunyu seized control, gripping her waist and flipping her beneath him. His thick p*nis ground against her sensitive fl*sh as he rolled her over, sending shudders through her body.

Now free to move with unrestrained force, Zhao Xunyu thrust deeply, releasing his pent-up frustration in a torrent of primal satisfaction. “Already giving up?” he taunted.

Chu Zhi Lu refused to yield, tightening her grip around him and sucking in her abdomen. Zhao Xunyu hissed and slapped her *ss with infuriating force as he quickened his pace. “Still not satisfied, huh?”

Their lovemaking became a fierce five-set match; each was determined to win. The stalemate dragged on until Chu Zhi Lu finally broke, surrendering to exhaustion.

Afterward, their bodies glistened with sweat as if they had just been pulled from a river.

Zhao Xunyu carried her to the shower, where they simply washed each other; they were too drained for anything more. Chu Zhi Lu’s v*lva was tender and swollen, and Zhao Xunyu’s p*nis throbbed faintly.

Chu Zhi Lu couldn’t stand on her own and relied entirely on Zhao Xunyu’s support. Leaning against his ch*st with her eyes half-closed and her voice hoarse, she remembered her words and said, “Keep singing. I want to hear more.”

Zhao Xunyu wasn’t in much better shape, carefully applying shower gel to her. “Didn’t I already sing?”

“Just one line, and it was off-key. That doesn’t count. You have to sing until I fall asleep.”

He grimaced. “Are you even tired?”

She shook her head. “The thought of so many people wanting you makes me feel insecure. I’m too anxious to sleep.”

“… I specifically chose that song to sing for you.”

“Mm. I loved it. That’s why I want to fall asleep listening to it.”

“… I’ll just play it on repeat for you.”

Chu Zhi Lu bit his n*pple. “No, I want a live performance, just for me.”

“…”

Back at school on Monday, Yang Xiuzhu winked at him. “Running off so fast the other day—what were you doing with your girlfriend?”

Zhao Xunyu’s expression was indescribable. “Mind your own business.”

His voice was still hoarse.

Yang Xiuzhu caught on immediately, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. “See? We were right. Men need to maintain a position of power where women look up to them. Unleashing your masculine charm creates that sense of urgency and makes them value you more. You two must have had quite the fiery reunion, huh?”

Zhao Xunyu bristled at the mention of it. ‘Crisis of confidence? Those idiot dorm mates nearly got me killed!’

He’d never been interested in the Top Ten Singers competition. But his dorm mates pressured him to participate, arguing that his beautiful singing was a waste if it was only heard by his girlfriend. They said it was like a common frog croaking on a summer night—normal and unremarkable.

They insisted that if his voice won widespread acclaim, his girlfriend would realize that she had actually captured a nightingale. She would bask in the envious gazes of others, feeling smugly proud of her excellent taste. Then, when he declared his unwavering devotion—‘Among a thousand waters, I’ll only drink from your cup’—she’d be utterly moved by his sincerity.

Ah, the beauty of imagination!

On Friday night, he sang the song on loop for two hours. His girlfriend’s gaze remained clear and unwavering, tinged with a predatory hunger that made him feel as if she wanted to devour him whole.

Even when his voice cracked from exhaustion, she showed no mercy, urging him to keep singing.

This so-called ‘crisis of confidence’ nearly sent him to an early grave. Now, he has PTSD from that d*mn song.

In truth, Yang Xiuzhu and his dorm mates had good intentions. They believed that a romantic relationship couldn’t thrive on constant flattery. While outsiders might admire such devotion, the other partner would only see you as a pathetic, clingy person who could never let go.

True, lasting happiness required genuine personal charm and mutual attraction.

Yang Xiuzhu and his friends were confident in their approach. Their strategy of radiating charisma while demonstrating unwavering loyalty usually worked, especially since Zhao Xunyu had performed brilliantly at the finals, earning thunderous applause. His girlfriend’s vanity must have been bursting at the seams.

He flattered her out of love, not because he lacked the ability or worth to find someone else.

Zhao Xunyu rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Just because my singing got so much attention, my girlfriend almost cut my vocal cords.”

Yang Xiuzhu stared blankly for a moment before dramatically exclaiming, “Huh?!“

Zhao Xunyu sighed and shook his head. “You don’t understand. My girlfriend is incredibly possessive.”

“…” Heh, he can still laugh. Yang Xiuzhu saw how much he was enjoying himself and how he thought it was something to brag about.

Yang Xiuzhu flipped a chair around and sat down, his expression serious. “Dude, hold on. Are you being PUA’d[1]? I’m serious; your symptoms are pretty severe.”

She treated him like a lapdog, resented his charisma, denied his worth, crushed his confidence, clipped his wings, and ultimately reduced his self-esteem so much that he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

The thought sent a chill down Yang Xiuzhu’s spine.

“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Zhao Xunyu asked.

“Emmm… not exactly a genius either.”

T/N:

1. 1. In Chinese, ‘PUA’ primarily refers to ‘pick-up artist,’ but it has also come to denote manipulative or emotionally abusive behavior. This behavior is often described as psychological manipulation or gaslighting. It’s used in contexts like romantic relationships and workplaces to describe someone who uses manipulative tactics to control or deceive another person.

                    – PUA initially stood for ‘Pick-up Artist,’ referring to individuals who study and practice techniques to attract romantic partners.