MVCFO CH19

Chapter 19: “Healing” Feels This Good

Kissing was something Lin Xiangqi had only seen on TV, and he wasn’t particularly interested.

Lin Xiangqi couldn’t wrap his head around why liking someone meant swapping saliva—it was enough to drive a germaphobe insane.

He wasn’t a germaphobe, but he was fastidious about cleanliness, especially with what went in his mouth.

Even Chen Qiutian, his close friend and desk mate, had never shared Lin Xiangqi’s water. Because everyone knew Lin Xiangqi wouldn’t share a bottle or chopsticks with anyone except Lu Cong.

Before today, Lin Xiangqi firmly believed that, no matter how much he liked someone in the future, he’d never want their saliva. At most, he’d tolerate a quick lip brush.

Why did love have to be expressed through physical contact?

During the time he thought he “liked” Shen Qiaolan, he had no desire for physical closeness, let alone kissing, hugging, or anything more intimate.

The mouth is sensitive, and Lin Xiangqi couldn’t stomach his tongue touching someone else’s.

It was just too rude!

Beyond not getting kissing, Lin Xiangqi had plenty of other confusions during his growth and development.

Perhaps tied to his stunted gland development, Lin Xiangqi matured sexually slower than most teens.

After their first puberty class, boys and girls split into groups during break, eagerly discussing blush-inducing topics.

Only Lin Xiangqi, looking glum with his textbook, sought out Lu Cong and asked, “Have you ever had a wet dream? Why haven’t I?”

Lu Cong gave him a bewildered look—maybe not a glare, but a startled expression that felt intense.

That’s when Lin Xiangqi realized he might be different.

Lu Cong hesitantly suggested a check-up, but Lin Xiangqi, still young and clueless, brushed it off. The teacher had said such things varied in timing, so he thought Lu Cong was overreacting and let it go.

With no adults at home to guide him, and his school physicals showing no issues, he stopped worrying.

But now, at his age, he hadn’t done things many peers had long since experienced, nor had his body ever “released” properly.

…

These factors made the usually sharp Lin Xiangqi remarkably obtuse in certain areas.

When Lu Cong kissed him into a haze, he didn’t understand the sour, swelling sensation in his lower abdomen or why he felt no repulsion doing the one thing he couldn’t comprehend—swapping saliva.

All he knew was Lu Cong’s large hand gripped his nape, pinning him in place. He could only tilt his neck under Lu Cong’s force, letting that aggressive tongue invade deeply.

His small mouth and shallow throat struggled. When Lu Cong got fiercer, delving deeper, it felt like too much to take. Lin Xiangqi arched his tongue root to fend off the onslaught.

No swords clashed, but Lin Xiangqi retreated steadily. His soft tongue, like him, shivered and withdrew to safety, yielding to the plunder.

In the vast, empty equipment room, the sticky, smacking sounds of their tangled tongues echoed loudly in Lin Xiangqi’s ears. He had no spare energy to care.

Perhaps due to their prior marking, his tolerance for Lu Cong’s pheromones had increased, preventing him from passing out at high doses.

But he wasn’t exactly lucid.

Lu Cong’s kiss scrambled his thoughts into mush. Lin Xiangqi could only muster enough clarity for two things:

First, staying alert for anyone nearing the equipment room door.

Second… clamping his legs together.

The odd sensation in his abdomen grew, reminiscent of the night he was marked.

When that reaction surfaced, Lin Xiangqi knew it wasn’t normal. Though his body lagged behind others, he had basic knowledge.

But he didn’t know why his body was reacting now.

From what he understood, such responses stemmed from shameful desires—a craving for pleasure or its pursuit, manifesting uncontrollably.

Yet, he and Lu Cong were kissing to access Lu Cong’s pheromones.

Pheromones were for pain relief and healing.

So, what they were doing was entirely justified and necessary.

“Healing” that felt this good…

Was that right???

Lin Xiangqi tried to stifle any sounds, but his body had already betrayed him.

As he secretly squeezed his thighs under Lu Cong, he cautiously arched his body, keeping a sliver of distance, hoping to go unnoticed.

Maybe luck was on his side. Lu Cong, kissing so fiercely, also kept a slight distance.

Both tacitly avoided pressing that area together.

When their lips parted, Lin Xiangqi’s wet lips were outrageously red, swollen soft and vivid, looking pitiful.

His clamped legs also eased slightly.

He thought it was over.

Until Lu Cong whispered something unexpected in his ear—

“…I want to kiss you like this, mark you, leave traces on you that scare you.”

So strange.

His foggy mind wondered: Is this something Lu Cong would say? Am I hallucinating?

No, wait.

Lu Cong had released so many pheromones; his head must be muddled. In that state, he’d say anything!

“…I’m going crazy holding back.”

The hoarse, restrained voice lingered by his ear, followed by a flurry of chaotic kisses.

This time, it wasn’t just his lips and tongue—Lu Cong kissed his trembling eyelashes, flushed cheeks, making it clear what he meant.

The next moment, Lin Xiangqi’s body, teetering on the edge, succumbed to a shattering tremor. His abdomen clenched with overwhelming sourness, followed by an inexplicable surge of heat. His body convulsed, waist arching, toes curling, and uncontainable sounds spilled from his breath…

After a sharp whimper and rapid gasps, his body went limp, his mind dizzy, ears ringing, vision blurred.

In the aftermath, Lin Xiangqi’s first reaction was to look at Lu Cong, bewildered, as if only he could explain.

But Lu Cong looked shocked too, clearly unprepared for his words to trigger such a response. Those dark eyes fixed on Lin Xiangqi, tracing from his swollen, wet lips downward, settling on the area hidden by his loose school uniform.

“Yanyan, did you just…” To confirm, Lu Cong gently lifted a corner of his uniform, intending to inspect.

Lin Xiangqi’s face exploded red. “N-no looking!”

At the worst possible moment, the equipment room door clinked with a key touching the lock.

Lin Xiangqi felt his life was over. Despite his thick winter uniform hiding his secret, he was mortified.

He was wrong, so wrong.

It wasn’t intentional, and he didn’t know why his delayed body chose this moment to miraculously mature.

He’d clean the equipment room for a week to atone, write a hundred apologies, or vow to bash his head in a deserted corner if he messed up again.

Anything, just please, don’t let anyone open that door… Please!

As if heaven heard his plea, the next moment, a complaint came from outside—

“What the hell? Who jammed the lock?”

“It’s definitely those delinquent slackers again. They’re always stealing equipment from here, and the school won’t even install cameras. We never catch them.”

“What do we do?”

“Let’s get a teacher. It doesn’t look too bad—probably just needs tweezers to clear it.”

The voices faded with their footsteps.

Lin Xiangqi, who hadn’t dared to breathe, clung to Lu Cong’s clothes, his racing heart finally settling.

But then Lu Cong chuckled softly.

“…What’s so funny? Don’t laugh!” Lin Xiangqi, fuming, swatted his shoulder. “It’s all your fault—your pheromones… I’ve never… ever…”

“My fault entirely,” Lu Cong accepted the blame without protest, confessing swiftly. “I’m sorry. Let me take care of it, okay?”

Lin Xiangqi bit his lip, silent. Moving even slightly felt uncomfortable.

If Lu Cong wanted to take responsibility, fine—let him.

So Lin Xiangqi left everything to Lu Cong.

He let Lu Cong wrap him in a school jacket, carrying him out of the equipment room when no one was around.

They didn’t return to class but went straight home.

At the school gate, when the guard asked why, Lu Cong deliberately released some pheromones, intimidating while offering a plausible excuse: “My pheromones leaked, causing this classmate to faint. I need to take him to the hospital now.”

The guard might’ve wanted to ask more, but under the pressure of Lu Cong’s pheromones, speaking was tough. He could only watch them leave in a taxi.

Lu Cong’s cleanup was flawless.

Not only did he shield Lin Xiangqi from school suspicion, bringing him home safely, but he also returned to school to request leave for him. He admitted to jamming the equipment room lock, using the same excuse: “My pheromones leaked, and I was worried classmates might get hurt if they got too close.”

The cost of a new lock was trivial to Lu Cong. With his earnest attitude and the unusual circumstances, the school didn’t pursue it.

Despite the teachers’ assurances that it wasn’t necessary, Lu Cong insisted on cleaning the equipment room himself, transforming the dusty, chaotic space into something pristine. The school ended up feeling awkward about accepting his payment for the lock.

Having handled everything, Lu Cong returned home.

He reported it all to Lin Xiangqi: “No one will know.”

Lin Xiangqi, buried in his blankets, mumbled after a long pause, “…Thanks.”

“I said it’s my fault. I’ll handle it.” Lu Cong sat by the bed, patting his back through the covers. “Where are the pants you changed out of? I’ll wash them.”

Lin Xiangqi didn’t respond. The blanket lump shifted toward the foot of the bed, away from Lu Cong.

Clearly resisting the question.

Lu Cong thought for a moment. “Threw them out?”

Still no answer.

“Yanyan, this is normal. Everyone has moments they can’t control. It was just my pheromones affecting you. There’s nothing wrong with you,” Lu Cong said, his voice calm and steady, soothingly reassuring.

Lin Xiangqi finally peeked out from the blanket’s edge, his round eyes cautiously meeting Lu Cong’s. “Can you forget it?”

Lu Cong leaned closer, but Lin Xiangqi shrank back.

After a moment, Lu Cong straightened, saying softly, “I can.”

“Forgetting means wiping it all out. Never mention it again,” Lin Xiangqi insisted. “Don’t tease me about it or try to comfort me. Just let it disappear completely… Can you?”

He was already so pitiful—how could Lu Cong refuse?

Though forgetting today’s events was a shame, Lu Cong agreed, “Okay.”

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Lin Xiangqi was careless.

He thought Lu Cong’s upright, noble, kind, and sincere character meant he’d keep his word…

And, to be fair, Lu Cong did.

From that day on, Lu Cong never mentioned anything about the “equipment room” or “soiled pants,” as if he’d truly forgotten that noon.

But… he found ways to make Lin Xiangqi relive it himself!

At first, Lin Xiangqi thought he was being petty, misjudging Lu Cong. But after too many instances, he had to reconsider.

Over the next week, Lu Cong kept finding ways to exchange bodily fluids with Lin Xiangqi for pheromone fusion.

In short, he kissed him at every chance.

He always had reasons, each sounding righteous.

Like:

“We’re out of suppressants at home, and I can’t mark you now. Can we use another method for today?”

“Dr. Tang said actively sensing and absorbing pheromones can stimulate gland activity and boost its pheromone secretion.”

“Tomorrow’s the monthly exam. I’m worried marking too late might affect you, so maybe—”

…

Initially, these reasons seemed legitimate to Lin Xiangqi. Though hesitant and resistant, he was swayed by Lu Cong’s earnest, sincere eyes.

But gradually, Lu Cong’s excuses got absurd.

Take this moment: Lin Xiangqi, chewing hard candy, accidentally bit his tongue, pain bringing tears to his eyes.

Lu Cong approached silently, fingers framing his cheeks, gently prying open his lips. His other hand slipped in without hesitation.

The soft, slick tongue, touched by his fingers, couldn’t retreat. A bead of blood from the tip stained Lu Cong’s fingertip.

Lin Xiangqi, with fingers in his mouth, mumbled incoherently, “Mmph mmph?” What are you doing?

Lu Cong stared at his lips for a long moment before saying gravely, “Pheromones can relieve pain and promote healing.”

Lin Xiangqi froze, then bit down hard, grinding Lu Cong’s knuckle.

Kissing for healing was understandable. Kissing to stimulate gland development—still understandable.

But kissing over a bleeding tongue? Who does that?

Lu Cong, unbothered by the bite, remained composed, his fingertip brushing Lin Xiangqi’s teeth.

Lin Xiangqi glared, biting again for satisfaction before letting go. “This tiny cut doesn’t need pheromones. It doesn’t even hurt.”

Lu Cong withdrew his hand, glancing at his saliva-dampened fingers. “It hurts me.”

Lin Xiangqi: “?”

Are you hearing yourself?

He’d only bitten lightly—okay, maybe not that lightly.

But it didn’t break the skin, just left a mark. What was Lu Cong hurting over?

If Lin Xiangqi didn’t realize Lu Cong was doing this on purpose, he’d be too naive.

Laughing in exasperation, Lin Xiangqi, barefoot, stomped on Lu Cong’s foot. “Then keep hurting.”

Like a sneaky cat after a successful pounce, he darted away.

But two steps out, Lu Cong scooped him back.

Lin Xiangqi’s feet dangled, flailing without leverage, swatting Lu Cong’s arms. “What’s this? Wanna fight? Put me down, I’ll tie one hand behind my back, and we’ll duel fair!”

Lu Cong gave a cryptic smile, setting him down—not on the floor, but on the dining table’s edge.

“Yanyan, there’s late-night snacks tonight. With a cut tongue, you can’t eat,” Lu Cong said, hands braced on either side of him, voice low. “One kiss, and it’ll heal fast, hm?”

“I…” Lin Xiangqi wanted to say he wasn’t that desperate for snacks, but the words felt off.

As Lu Cong leaned closer, Lin Xiangqi’s jumbled emotions made it hard to tell if he wanted to refuse.

His mind drifted back to that kiss in the equipment room.

Lin Xiangqi regretted ever agreeing to absorb pheromones this way.

It confused him, messed him up.

Lu Cong’s lips nearly brushed his nose, his voice so gentle it disarmed any tension:

“Yanyan, if you don’t want…”

Lin Xiangqi’s heart skipped. So familiar!

Wasn’t this a line from some drama or novel?

—If you don’t want, push me away.

Right.

Lu Cong was about to say that.

Lin Xiangqi raised his hands, ready to shove him off.

It wasn’t about wanting or not.

If Lu Cong hadn’t asked, a half-hearted, pheromone-fueled slip could be excused.

But asking meant he was lucid.

Lin Xiangqi couldn’t be the only one muddled.

But he didn’t get the chance to push.

Lu Cong easily caught his raised hands, and the rest of his words fell with the kiss, slipping into Lin Xiangqi’s ear:

“If you don’t want, close your eyes.”

Lin Xiangqi: “…?”

Is that how it works?!

Before he could process the logic, Lu Cong’s body pressed down.

His tongue, like a blade, breached Lin Xiangqi’s flimsy defenses, shattering his fragile pretense, striking deep, entwining fiercely. It overwhelmed him, lips parting wide, his hoarse, ambiguous whimpers laced with a soft reliance he couldn’t hide.