Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 160: Slight NSFW

King Luo couldn’t deny the beauty of the man’s back. It was entrancing and well-defined, a testament to his beauty.

However, the sight of the burn mark caused his admiration to quickly turn into worry. The angry red skin seemed to stand out even more against the sun rays that bathed the room. King Luo knew that this had to be from the troll king. It seemed Eling couldnt reach his back. It was only after Eling’s figure disappeared behind the folding screen did he come back to himself.

He was thinking of getting Boran to help Eling apply healing elixir to the wound when he realised that something was up. Attached to this collar was a bloodstone infused with restorative magic.

It was then he realised that Eling did it for him. Whatever deal he made with that celestial also included him getting this for him. Though this person had betrayed him the fact that he was doing something nice for him stirred his heart a little but soon the spark dimmed when he recalled how that blade cut off his dragon scales. This wasnt Eling being nice but trying to make up for the sin he committed.

Qie Xieling had no idea some little rascal was hating on him. He was lying in the steaming bath his mind in a misty haze. Thinking his current discomfort had something to do with the unease he had been enduring this entire time, he ignored it. Eling had an extreme addiction to wine and he had undoubtedly inherited that disease but he hadn’t taken it seriously.

By the time he left the wooden tub, Qie Xieling was drowsy. He looked around the room as he pulled on a robe nearby but King Luo was no longer there.

Qie Xieling sneered as he lay flat on the bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose while mumbling something softly.

In his daze Qie Xieling vaguely remembered seeing a figure standing by his bed a figure he was all too familiar with. At that moment he actually thought it was Luo Muchen.

It turns out Qie Xieling wasn’t hallucinating. That person was indeed, Luo Muchen. This bloodstone Sol gave to her was no ordinary thing.

It temporarily tricked King Luo’s body into thinking that its dragonheart scales had been restored. While Eling was taking a bath he suddenly felt like his entire body was being gnarled by ants. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable thus he left. Before he knew it he was standing in the other room naked. Boran wasn’t there so no one witnessed his transformation.

After putting on some clothes he came back to ask Eling what this thing was but when he entered the room he was surprised by the image of the man lying on the bed with a flushed face, half exposed body and an intoxicated expression.

When he stood by the end of his bed, Eling smiled softly at him and called out, "Mu Mu."

His brows creased wondering who this person was that he was happily calling for. He gently loosened his clenched fist seeing the burn marks partially exposed.

Justifying this as him preserving Eling’s life so he could punish him when all of this is over, he opened Eling’s holding bag looking for the healing elixir. When he opened it he found those explicit books right at the top. His lips twitched before he directly threw them out of the window.

The books happened to land on top of the head of an unsuspecting victim in the busy street. They looked up while cursing to the high heavens and from where King Luo was he could hear them.

Soon he found the healing elixir and half knelt next to the sleeping Eling. King Luo reached out carefully, his fingers grazing the edges of the burn mark. Eling winced, but King Luo didn’t retract his touch. Instead, he let his concern speak volumes as he examined the wound with gentle fingertips.

He slowly pulled away the untied robe as his throat bobbed. With the healing elixir at the tips of his fingers he moved them deftly and delicately.

Eling mumbled something in comfort and with a stern face King Luo glanced at the man. Due to their closeness the warmth in the room seemed to intensify. He couldnt help but wonder if Eling never betrayed him would he have remained the loyal subordinate beside him for the rest of his life? Would they have remained close?

As his thoughts strayed so did his fingers. He went beyond the wound his fingers sliding towards the man’s nipple.

"Mmm," hummed Eling, his body twisting uncomfortably. As though burnt by lava, King Luo retracted his hand but Eling who had also been exposed to the aphrodisiac that he gave Sol, wouldn’t let him go.

The effects weren’t as bad as it was on Yunning but it was enough for him to grab King Luo’s wrist and pull him down.

For a person who had no magic, Qie Xieling’s grip was still so strong. In the blink of an eye, King Luo found himself lying next to Eling. The person audaciously put his leg over his while calling out sweetly. "Mu Mu, I am so uncomfortable," his lips brushing against his cheek.

King Luo, "..."

If this was the end of it then the situation would be salvageable but of course, it wasn’t.

Eling proceeded to rub himself up against him like a dog in heat. When he tried to move away, Eling embraced him tightly and called out softly in his ear, "Mu Mu just let me... please."

King Luo froze his mind blown to bits. He wanted to push him away and punch his face but that lingering scent on Eling’s body was very persuasive.

He found himself so entranced that he couldn’t help but take a whiff. While he was being distracted, Eling was greedily grinding his lower half up against him while releasing soft gasps and low groans.

Qie Xieling thought he was dreaming. Lucky for him this game, unlike his Dad’s prototype, had better censorship. This meant that he didn’t soil the AI system’s innocent eyes.

Qie Xieling clasped the fabric of the person’s garments tightly while thrusting his hips greedily to ease his discomfort. He wanted more than just this but when he tried to pull the person’s clothes off he would be blocked.

The person seemed dissatisfied with his action so he restrained both his arms above his head. "Don’t move," said a deep charming voice but Qie Xieling felt aggrieved.

His throat felt sour, like he was going to cry. "Mu Mu, it’s just a dream. Help me, please... it hurts."

AN: Hehe