OHD Chapter 13: Horny, are you?

Chapter 13: Horny, are you?

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

The manager had to go into the kitchen for a quick errand and accidentally brushed against He Ye’s hand while grabbing something. Surprised, she exclaimed, “He Ye, what’s wrong? Why are your hands so cold?”

He Ye, who hadn’t been using the tongs, raised his hand to rub his face. He hadn’t noticed his hands felt cold. The manager, still concerned, reached out again to feel his hand to see if it was a trick of her senses. He Ye frowned and pulled his hand away, not allowing her to touch him. “I’m fine.”

The manager took a good look at his face and noticed his eyes were slightly red. She immediately thought of something and asked, “Are you running a fever?”

He Ye kept his lips pressed together and blinked his tired eyes.

After all, he’d taken a cold shower late at night, then sweated and walked in the chilly air. Catching a cold and getting a fever was only natural.

He Ye wasn’t one to fall ill often, and when he did, he never took it seriously. He rarely took medicine and just kept going about his business. Eventually, the sickness would pass.

The manager, however, felt that this wasn’t right and called someone in to take over He Ye’s shift, insisting that he go home and rest. He Ye refused, quickly packing up what he had finished making, irritated by the concern. “I told you, I’m fine.”

The manager, who had a soft spot for He Ye, didn’t take kindly to his dismissive tone. Frustrated by his attitude, she found herself unexpectedly upset. She glared at him, as if He Ye were the heartless person who had taken her for granted.

He Ye ignored her, though his frustration only grew. He didn’t understand emotions or love. All he cared about was making money to pay off his debts. He viewed the manager, who had always looked out for him, as nothing more than an employer. He never saw her in any other light. Her behavior now, however, was getting on his nerves. It felt like an unnecessary drama, something that he really didn’t want to deal with.

Nearby, the staff who had been called in to take over for He Ye looked at the situation with judgment, though they didn’t say anything for fear of He Ye’s wrath. They often talked about him in private, knowing he was not someone to mess with. They’d heard rumors that he had connections to the underworld and could be especially violent. They also gossiped about the relationship between He Ye and the manager, wondering why she would hire someone like him if their relationship wasn’t more than business.

Watching the manager nearly in tears, the staff exchanged glances. It was clear that there was something more going on here. They couldn’t help but wonder what exactly He Ye had done to her.

After a moment of tense silence, He Ye ripped off his face mask and removed his apron. The manager, seeing him act as if he was giving in, started to dry her tears and even forced a smile. She gestured to the staff, “It’s your turn to handle things now.”

The staff waved it off with a smile, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s just one night. No trouble at all.”

The staff member, while casually saying, “It’s fine,” couldn’t hide the disgust on their face as they watched the manager and He Ye leave the kitchen, one after the other. They muttered under their breath, “What a joke…”

The manager led He Ye into the small, cramped office, handing him some cold medicine and filling a cup with water, setting it next to the medication. She smiled sweetly, her eyes filled with affection, giving him the look of someone enamored—almost like a shy young girl gazing at her lover.

But He Ye was not her lover, and he would never be.

He Ye didn’t take the water or the medicine. Instead, he said bluntly, “I’m not coming back. You should hire someone else.”

The manager froze, the smile still lingering on her face, unable to comprehend what he was saying. “What?” she asked, her voice faltering.

He Ye, with an emotionless expression, repeated, “I’m quitting.”

The manager panicked, standing up from where she had just sat down. “Why suddenly out of nowhere?” She stared at him, seeing the firm resolve in his face. It wasn’t a joke; He Ye never joked. Her expression stiffened with realization.

After a long pause, she turned her gaze away awkwardly, biting her lip. “Is it… because of me liking you?”

He Ye didn’t deny it.

He was always decisive, and he didn’t have time for hesitation. Even though this job was good, once it involved something it shouldn’t have, He Ye had to choose. He believed unnecessary complications should be avoided, and if they couldn’t be avoided, they should be severed.

The manager was not ready to give up. She looked at him, “If you’re going to quit, you should have told me earlier. Now, how am I supposed to find someone else? And…”

Her intention was to delay, hoping that by keeping her feelings hidden, He Ye might change his mind. After all, He Ye needed the money, and this job was a good fit for him.

He Ye needed money, but he wasn’t stupid.

“This job is something a lot of people want. Even without posting ads, people ask about it. I don’t think it’ll be hard to find someone,” He Ye said indifferently. “Besides, the staff here is already redundant.”

The manager sat there, frowning with a troubled expression, unable to respond to the facts he had just laid out.

He Ye looked at her for a moment, then spoke, “It’s 9 PM now. Please pay me for these two hours.”

The manager, lost in her feelings for him, couldn’t believe her ears. She looked up at him as if seeing him for the first time.

He Ye smirked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his smile.

Look at that—falling for someone without even knowing them?

What a joke.

It was all fake.

Fake!

Only money, the money in hand, was real.

After leaving the store, He Ye shivered a few times, truly feeling the cold, his whole body chilled. His mind, blown by the wind, gradually calmed down. He looked up at the street scene, but his eyes always felt as if something was blocking them, making it hard to see clearly. They felt sticky and uncomfortable.

He rubbed his eyes and got on his bike, riding forward.

He didn’t stop until he got home. Upon entering the house, he noticed the windows weren’t open, and the air felt a little stuffy. He felt he had a sore throat, grabbed the kettle, and drank the last bit of cold water in it. After sitting in the chair for a while, he started to feel hot, but he wasn’t sweating.

It wasn’t until then that He Ye realized his cold and fever were getting a little severe. Holding his head, he stood up and went to the bathroom for a shower. He turned the water temperature up high, and his skin turned red from the heat.

After drying off, He Ye went to the balcony to collect the bed sheets and duvet covers, which had been blown into a pile by the wind. He haphazardly put them on the bed and crawled under the blanket.

He Ye couldn’t sleep well. His breath felt hot, and he sweated a little. He tossed and turned under the covers. At times, he felt like he was crawling through a desert in the daytime, so hot he had to kick the blanket off. But other times, it felt like he was on top of a snow-covered mountain, cold enough that he had to wrap himself up tightly.

He kept moving back and forth, feeling miserable.

The phone vibrated a few times in a row. Groggily, He Ye, breathing heavily, threw the blanket off his head, frowned, and reached for his phone. Looking at the time, it showed 11 PM. He Ye was confused. Only an hour had passed—was it really that unbearable? He thought it should’ve been around 1 or 2 in the morning by now.

When his eyes finally focused and he saw the number displayed on the WeChat icon, He Ye’s heart tightened. He swallowed dryly, his throat aching, and his breathing quickened.

Zhou Kai…

The name popped clearly into his mind. He Ye trembled as he tapped his phone to open WeChat.

As he had guessed, the message came from “Z,” who had sent four messages in a row.

He Ye pursed his lips, one hand pressed against his sweaty forehead, the other tapping on the chat interface. When he saw the four new photos, his grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white… His body tensed as well, every muscle clenching rapidly.

Panting heavily, He Ye opened the first received photo. His fiery eyes glared at the screen, his breath growing hotter and hotter, his body heating up as well. He was clamoring, excited, and desperately needed an outlet.

Zhou Kai was really daring.

The first photo was a full frontal shot of his chest. A slender neck, a prominent Adam’s apple, and deeply indented collarbones. His white skin was slightly flushed, and there were a few drops of water on the provocative snake-and-peony tattoo, deliberately splashed there. Below that were two symmetrical nipples. The areolas were red, and the nipples were a darker color, slightly swollen and erect from his own play. Further down was a not-so-obvious abdominal muscle, a thin layer of muscle that was just right and very attractive. Finally, there was the belly button, small and hollow. There was also water there.

Just looking at the first photo wasn’t enough. When he opened the second photo, He Ye gasped and couldn’t help but imagine pinning Zhou Kai against the wall in his mind… With hot breath spraying from his nose, he kicked his legs in frustration, cursing Zhou Kai in his mind for being a slut, deserving of punishment, and deserving of abuse, but his burning eyes were fixed on the photo.

Zhou Kai was really slutty in the second photo. He was so slutty that he put a black collar around his neck. The collar had two silver chains that split apart, with a small clip on each chain. Zhou Kai clipped the clip to the hard nipple he had played with, and there were two white feathers hanging down.

He pressed the shutter and took the photo, then sent it over.

The third photo was really bold. It was a butt, a bare butt… Well, not completely bare, if you count the rope wedged in the gap between the two cheeks as a cover.

He Ye turned over and lay on the bed, ignoring the hard bulge pressing against him. He let out a long breath and buried his face in the pillow. After a while, the hand that wasn’t holding the phone clenched into a fist and pounded the bedboard hard, then he suddenly raised his head, his expression fierce as he clicked on the last photo.

As soon as the photo entered his eyes, He Ye was completely defeated. The hand holding the phone trembled, and his lips trembled too, opening and closing as he cursed, “Fuck you… Zhou Kai, fuck you!”

His hand moved uncontrollably downward, reaching into his pants and grasping the ugly thing that had been hard and clamoring for attention since he saw the thumbnails of the four photos. He roughly and wildly stroked and rubbed it, as if trying to spark a fire.

He Ye’s eyes were wild, and he stared at the photo on the phone with overwhelming aggression.

The photo wasn’t a GIF, so naturally it couldn’t move, but He Ye made it move in his mind – kneeling with his butt sticking up. The white shirt was caught on his arm, revealing his shoulder and chest, and the hem slid down to his lower back, covering the front but exposing the back, a plump, white, and perky butt that swayed back and forth, waiting for something. It was a side shot, and the protruding nipple that was being clamped was highlighted, with the feather below swaying gently. The silver chain jingled softly, one after another…

There was no sound, he couldn’t imagine the sound… How would he call out, fuck him… how would he sound?

He Ye panted and raged, his hands moving faster, up and down, up and down, until the straight and hard cock was slick with moisture, and the horse’s eye at the tip of the glans was dripping wet. With each stroke, there was a squeaking sound, all hidden under the covers. But he couldn’t cum, even though he was so hard, he was missing something.

Sweat rolled into his eyes, burning. He Ye gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed the still-lit phone, tapped back to the chat interface, and continued to swipe up the screen. Looking at the video he had never dared to click on, he let out a low, agitated growl. This time, without hesitation, he clicked on it under the burning sensation.

A small black snake curled up on a snow-white chest, as if it had crawled out of the tattoo on his chest. His chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing, and the little black snake, feeling the vibration, began to move, bending its body and slowly crawling, as if curious about how a small bulge had appeared on the flat surface. The black snake stuck out its tongue and began to sniff, winding its way around. Until the red snake’s tongue extended just to the red nipple, the video shook suddenly, accompanied by a light male voice exclaiming, “Mm… don’t… it tickles…”

Before the video ended, two white, thin fingers covered the nipple that had been repeatedly licked by the snake’s tongue.

How did he call out? That’s how he called out.

He Ye swallowed the low, hoarse growl deep in his throat. He grabbed his glans with his five fingers and rubbed it, his waist and thigh muscles trembling instantly. He came, shooting all of it into his palm, but some of it dripped onto the freshly washed sheets. The pungent smell of male semen instantly filled the entire bed, making anyone who smelled it blush.

Panting, his chest heaving, He Ye turned over and lay flat on the bed. He didn’t look at the phone whose screen had gone dark after the video finished playing, but instead pulled his hand out from under the covers.

Looking at the slippery mucus on his hand, He Ye smiled, angrily snatched a piece of paper from the bedside table, wiped it casually, and then lifted the covers to wipe the sheets as well.

His body, exhausted from the cold, fever, and release, felt anything but relaxed. He Ye threw the crumpled paper under the bed and lay back down, pulling the covers over him.

As he closed his eyes, He Ye gritted his teeth and thought:

I told you not to mess with a crazy person, but you wouldn’t listen.

Horny, are you? Deserve to be fucked, huh?

Zhou Kai, this is what you forced me to do.