The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 75: Feverish Instincts

At that moment, a car was speeding toward the city center as if flying. Julian Sterling’s hands had already been hastily treated and bandaged by Ethan Caldwell using a first-aid kit. Julian sat in the back seat, burying himself deep into Ethan’s chest, his voice whining softly: "Ethan..."

His voice was limp and laced with a hint of grievance, the words slurring together stickily. It sounded both resentful and clinging. Whether due to his natural timbre or the drugs, the final syllable tilted upward, brushing against the heartstrings like a feather. It was as pitiful as it was seductive.

That voice was simply too provocative. It was enough to make Helen Lloyd, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, feel the urge to cover her ears.

Would she end up getting fired by the boss for listening to this later?

Helen stole a glance at the rearview mirror. Seeing the two people in the back practically melted into a single lump, she moved with lightning speed to press a button located on the side near the window. Immediately, a partition rose up, separating the front seats from the back.

Are you kidding? If she wasn’t quick enough and ended up seeing something she shouldn’t, Helen bet she wouldn’t just be fired. More likely, she would be disposed of until not even her bones remained, let alone a whole corpse.

Meanwhile, in the back seat, Ethan Caldwell seemed to have realized something was amiss. The body in his arms was burning up, forehead beaded with sweat, and even his breathing had become chaotic. Every breath Julian exhaled was scorching hot. His chest heaved, his flushed red lips parted slightly, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with crimson.

"What’s wrong? Are you okay?"

Julian buried his head in Ethan’s chest and shook his head. Too much time had passed. The drug was beginning to seep deep into his blood, rushing to his nervous system. Although he knew it wasn’t any decent kind of medication, the pharmacological effects still made his body grow increasingly dry and hot, his desire surging. This was the reason why Julian had been so easily subdued earlier.

Yet Julian said nothing, only instinctively burrowing into the man’s embrace. He felt that Ethan was cool to the touch, which could alleviate the unbearable heat radiating from his own body.

Vaguely, Julian seemed to hear Ethan say something, but he couldn’t hear clearly. The sounds around him began to blur, becoming indistinct. His whole body felt feverish, his head light and floating; he could no longer perceive anything with clarity, and the world seemed to start spinning. Julian could only let everything unfold according to his instincts.

He whimpered: "Kiss me..."

Ethan touched Julian’s neck with his hand. His hand was icy cool, like a block of ice bringing down the fever raging inside Julian, making him unable to resist nuzzling his face against Ethan’s hand. Then Julian looked at him with wet, glistening eyes, demanding a kiss. Ethan lowered his head, brushing his thin lips against Julian’s flushed red ones, feeling the scorching breath falling upon his face.

It seemed Julian was unsatisfied with this itching friction. He parted his mouth slightly, stuck out his tongue to lick the man’s lips, and then gave a soft grunt.

He wasn’t acting coquettishly like a girl, yet he was so soft and pliable that it made one’s heart tremble.

Ethan pulled him into his arms. Because of the heat, Julian tugged Ethan’s jacket down and even pulled at his own clothes, making his already disheveled attire look even more disastrous. Ethan had no other choice but to lift Julian’s entire body up, letting him lean against him to temporarily resolve that uncomfortable burning sensation.

Julian exhaled a breath, then turned to kiss his lips again. Their lips and tongues intertwined, the wet sounds emanating from them enough to make anyone blush to the roots of their ears.

"Mmm..."

Julian moaned softly from the kiss, but he was still not quite satisfied with the sensation. He ceaselessly squirmed his body, moving messily within Ethan’s embrace, wanting to find something to comfort himself. Ethan could feel that he was already hard.

He held the younger man down to stop Julian from thrashing about, then reached his hand inside Julian’s clothes, grasping the Little Jules that was standing at attention and screaming for relief.

Ethan seemed to hear his soft, adorable breathing.

It sounded like he was very satisfied.

But right now, he had no mind for romantic thoughts. The more uncomfortable Julian was, the more desire he showed, the more Ethan’s heart ached. Because Ethan knew Julian was being tortured by the drug, his whole body falling into a state of lost control.

No one liked this sort of thing.

Ethan pursed his lips tightly, his large, thick hand ceaselessly moving up and down to comfort Julian. At first, Julian felt quite relieved, but gradually, he frowned, his eyes brimming with tears, his moans hiding a suppressed agony.

"Uncomfortable..."

It was no longer the pleasurable sensation of lovemaking as usual. He was hard down below, wanting to release, yet his whole body felt empty and frustrated. The part below grew harder following Ethan’s movements, but there was no way to achieve release.

Julian was so uncomfortable that he kicked his legs and used his hands to push Ethan’s hand away.

He didn’t want this.

It was too uncomfortable!

"Hic..." Julian sobbed, tears falling continuously like a broken string of pearls.

Seeing this, Ethan felt endless heartache. He lowered his head to kiss Julian’s eyes, holding his entire body and stroking his back, coaxing him in a low voice: "Hang in there, we’ll be at the hospital room soon."

"Baby, don’t cry."

Julian didn’t know what was wrong with him either. Clearly, when he was captured, he hadn’t felt like this. Even when struggling with those two men, though the drug had started to take effect, he had still faced them with a posture of ’rather die than submit’.

But the moment Ethan Caldwell appeared, even the slightest discomfort became unbearable. He only needed to feel a little aggrieved for his eyes to redden and fill with tears.

Julian looked up at him, shook his head again, and then raised his hand to his mouth, biting down hard.

His reason was starting to vanish, and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

He didn’t know what kind of drug they had given him; Julian didn’t even know if he had been forced to drink it or if it had been injected into him.

What if it was a banned substance, or even something addictive?

Julian shuddered.