Chapter 118 – Extra 10

Luo Chenzhou stared at the bathroom door that Caesar had just closed for a long time. He suddenly realized that the man had indeed just arrived in China from abroad, and this lifeless apartment was probably recently purchased—look, as the owner of this house, his big dog didn’t even know that the opacity of the bathroom door wasn’t as effective as he imagined. At least, for as long as he thought he was standing silently at the bathroom door after closing it, Luo Chenzhou had been staring at his reflection on the frosted glass door.

Leaning on the edge of the bathtub, Luo Chenzhou moved his swollen ankle, then gripped it with both hands. With a click, he expressionlessly reset the dislocated joint back into place.

The technique was clean and precise, taught to him personally by Caesar five hundred years ago.

It hurt so much that he almost wanted to smash his head into the edge of the bathtub, but when he thought about how Caesar had carried him back from school using various methods like carrying, hugging, and hoisting, Luo Chenzhou felt that this pain could be swallowed along with the mess in his mind.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he tilted his head back to let the hot water from the shower soak his face again. Amid the rising steam, the black-haired young man exhaled heavily and silently—

This impulse to hop on one foot and rush toward that broad, upright back, grab him, turn him around domineeringly, and immediately jump up to kiss him wildly—if he had to endure it a few more times, he might just suffocate.

……

Of course, this couldn’t be blamed on Luo Chenzhou.

In fact, before being separated by that cursed Land of Dawn and Dusk, Luo Chenzhou felt that he and Caesar had indeed reached a certain subtle relationship—well, to be specific, the atmosphere between them had shifted from “master and servant” to “vaguely unclear master and servant.” This probably started after they watched that live action film of Rick and the mermaid, and were forced to be welcomed and scrutinized by all the members of the Wind Fury early in the morning…

The specific manifestation was kissing whenever and wherever they wanted.

This spoke volumes.

At the very beginning, Luo Chenzhou found it harder to kiss than to climb the heavens… First, there had to be some atmosphere, then there couldn’t be anyone around, and finally, they had to check the weather and see if the Captain was in a good mood. Only when all the stars aligned did Luo Chenzhou have a chance to rub his hands together and take a bite of that cold and noble dog mouth.

Just one bite, and there was a time limit—some cursed, eternally single person had set the bizarre rule that the duration of the kiss was related to how much gold Caesar had earned in the last job. There was no lower limit, but the upper limit was no more than two minutes, and not a second more.

“Would it kill you to kiss me a little longer?”

“Would it kill you not to kiss?”

“Yes.”

“Well, the window’s over there, and outside is the vast blue sea. As an employee benefit, shall I see you off personally?”

“……”

The above was simply outrageous.

Luo Chenzhou had complained about this many times. At first, Caesar would pause his work and listen to him for a sentence or two, but after hearing it too often, the Captain developed an immune system. Over time, he either remained silent or at most gave him two words: “Heh heh.”

On that magical and logically bizarre morning, under the misunderstanding and blessings of all the crew members, Luo Chenzhou painfully walked down the maritime red carpet with his Captain—and from then on, Luo Chenzhou was pleasantly surprised to find that, regardless of whether it was stormy or sunny, whether the Wind Fury’s crew was around, whether Caesar was in a good mood, or whether the last job had earned a pittance or was even at a loss…

He and Caesar began rolling around together shamelessly anytime, anywhere, even if Rick was shouting about quitting.

The reason for kissing went from “the weather is so nice, there’s no one around, I can see from your eyes that you’re in a good mood today, and the last job got us a proper oil painting, so Captain, are you happy? If you’re happy, let’s do it” to—

“It’s Monday, come on, big dog, let’s kiss to celebrate.”

“It’s one hour until Tuesday, a joyous occasion, Captain, to commemorate this rare and unforgettable moment, shall we kiss to celebrate?”

“Tomorrow’s Wednesday, and this week is already halfway over, so happy. Let’s kiss to celebrate.”

Thursday celebrated the arrival of Friday, Friday celebrated finally being off.

As for Saturday and Sunday? Being off, of course, they had to celebrate even more seriously and vigorously.

Until everyone got used to the Captain transforming from a cold, noble, abstinent, and expressionless Captain to a cold, noble, expressionless but ready to grab the Captain’s man and go at it in front of everyone—

Luo Chenzhou had once been dumbfounded by Caesar’s sudden openness.

He even began to worry that Big Dog might become too open and completely lose his dignity—kissing was one thing, but Luo Chenzhou felt he didn’t have the awareness to lift his hips and welcome the crowd in public.

However, it was clear he was overthinking it. Before the Wind Fury’s navigator’s worries could become reality, the Captain went off to guard some gate in the Land of Dawn and Dusk.

They hadn’t even had a proper roll in the sheets yet.

…Damn, thinking about it now is just too depressing. Leaning on the edge of the bathtub and summarizing the first half of his life, Luo Chenzhou let out a painful sigh, unable to understand why two adult men with normal sexual needs and perfectly aligned sexual orientations had ended up in a platonic relationship.

This isn’t scientific!

Holding up his swollen foot, Luo Chenzhou propped his head up with one hand and leaned against the edge of the bathtub, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle with Lin Daiyu-level melancholy—so when Caesar pushed open the bathroom door with new toothbrushes, cups, and towels, the first thing he saw was this terrifying sight.

The man couldn’t help but pause, his expression stiffening for a moment before he quickly drew on his vast experience. When he spoke again, his tone was as natural and calm as could be: “Could you not press that terrifying face against my bathtub? It’s new, and I haven’t used it much.”

Luo Chenzhou expressionlessly looked at him: “…”

Caesar expressionlessly added: “The bathtub might crack from the scare.”

Luo Chenzhou raised an eyebrow coldly: “Not funny.”

Caesar smiled: “Funny? I’ve never been more serious.”

Luo Chenzhou lay on the edge of the bathtub, one leg hanging inelegantly over the white edge. His body was completely submerged in the tub, and the abundant foam seemed to barely cover anything inappropriate. However, that wet, blood-congested, white-turning-red foot hanging over the edge looked like a pig’s trotter under the dim orange bathroom light—and it was strangely enticing.

Caesar’s peripheral vision took all of this in.

Yet, at this moment, even the air in the bathroom would think that the man was solely focused on meticulously placing each item in his hands onto the sink with utmost seriousness and gravity.

Caesar felt as if he had seen this not particularly attractive leg—so different from a woman’s slender, smooth legs—somewhere before.

Startled by his own thoughts, the man casually hung the towel on the metal rack above and turned around. When he looked at the black-haired young man soaking in the bathtub, staring at him with dark eyes, he blurted out the second sentence that shocked even himself—

“You don’t shave your leg hair?”

This sentence completely escaped Caesar’s mouth without control.

Luo Chenzhou was stunned.

Caesar was also stunned.

“Professor, that’s verbal harassment.”

“You’re lying naked in your professor’s bathtub, with a hairy leg hanging out in the open. What ground do you have to say that?”

“Yours is the hairy one.”

“Have you seen it?”

“Haha, haven’t I? I can tell you exactly how long it takes for you to go from 15 degrees to 45 degrees when you’re excited—fifteen minutes, right? The margin of error is no more than thirty seconds.”

“…”

“…”

“Kid, that’s verbal harassment.”

When the man stood by the bathtub, his lips curving into a half-smirk as he said this, only a god could calmly describe how handsome, sexy, and dashing he looked at that moment.

Thus, the black-haired young man, whose resistance was already hanging by a thread and barely in the single digits, simply lay back, stretched his neck, closed his eyes, and let his rationality and moral bottom line plummet to negative infinity—

“I solemnly declare that I grant you permission to harass me back… Oh, and by the way, welcome.”