Learning To Live As A Cultivator 110 Chapter One Hundred And Ten - Was That Supposed To Be A Punishment?

"I was p-planning on sp-speaking to the chef ab-ab-about the f-food," he mumbled in complaint.  "W-wanted the recipes."

"Oh, so now you wish to speak with other men, do you?" Jin Li's eyes narrowed as he closed the door behind them without looking away from the small alchemist in front of him.

Leon frowned slightly, his brows disappearing behind the thick lenses.  "W-What are you s-saying?" He questioned, turning around to glance at the angered youth staring at him.  "The chef c-c-could b-be a woman."

The scowl on Jin Li's face intensified.  "So you wish to speak with women," Jin Li stated, his voice deepening with his ire.  He stepped forward a pace, his dark aura spreading out and even Leon could not stay unaware of it.  The older boy took a step backward as Jin Li continued.  "And I favour that you had quite the time travelling here with two young women, who I hear are quite lovely."

"M-m-Maimai offered t-t-to t-t-t-take m-me into t-t-town," Leon stuttered, his steps backward coinciding with Jin Li's paces forward.  "She w-w-was j-just b-being n-n-nice t-to m-me."  Leon stumbled backward as his retreat lead him into an obstacle that was the bed.

"Oh, is that so," Jin Li replied.  He recalled pa.s.sing a few woman down in the dining area and suggested aloud; "Perhaps if I go and speak to the females in the tavern, they will be nice to me and offer me things.  What do you think?"  He turned around as if he intended to do just that and Leon couldn't stop himself from grabbing a handful of Jin Li's robe.

"No!" He blurted out clearly with not a hint of his stammer blocking the word from escaping freely.  And then he recalled, Jin Li was a straight man, not interested in a Male like him except in the capacity of a servant or purse to aid him back to his own realm.  Leon's feelings were one sided and Jin Li had every right to pursue a woman that was to his taste.  His hands loosened and the fabric of the robe fell from his grip, but not before Jin Li turned to face him once more.

"Why not?" Jin Li asked, staring down at the top of the alchemists downcast head.  Leon didn't answer him at first so he repeated his words.  "Well?  Why is it you wish for this Lord to stay?"  He grabbed Leon's chin forcing his face to tilt upwards.  His skin was so smooth, Jin Li noticed, not a hint of thickening hair upon his chin and despite the time spent beneath the sun, it was also close to being as pale as snow.

"N-n-no reason," Leon whispered, his vision blurring slightly, but the water filling his eyes could not quite be seen behind his spectacles. 

"That's not an answer," Jin Li told him, but Leon had nothing more that he felt he could say.  Jin Li clicked his tongue crossly before releasing Leon's face from his grip.  His fingers tingled as if unable to let go of the feeling of Leon's flesh beneath them.  He stepped back a pace then began; "What is it you recall of the night of Breaking Curfew?"

Leon was startled by the sudden question then tried to think back. "W-was d-drinking with you, Sun and seniors," Leon replied in murmur. "Um, n-n-needed t-to use the ch-chamber p-p-pot. Everything after..." He could only recall that things were blurry for a while and nothing came to mind after. He had stopped attempting to remember more seeing as each time he tried he drew a blank.

"There was a senior that fancied taking you to bed," Jin Li stated coldly. "He was not above taking advantage of you in your inebriated state. I rescued you and was forced to take care of the drunk you." He did not concern himself to add that he had had to wash vomit out of his long lengths of hair, nor that he also combed it until it fell like silk down Leon's small back. And that it spilled all over the pillow when Leon collapsed into bed like a halo of black and white.

"You d-d-did?" Leon flushed with embarra.s.sment, but he also felt grat.i.tude and decided to express this. "Th-thank you."

"You thanked me then as well," Jin Li leered, leaning over Leon until he fell completely back onto the firm mattress and was shadowed by the other man.

"J-J-Jin Li?" Leon questioned.

"Sullying my face with your lips," he taunted, delighting in the red colour that began to fill the youth's pale cheeks. "So how should this matter be dealt with?" Leon gulped, the gem in his throat bobbing up and down, catching Jin Li's eye, but not as much as the pink lips that parted, nor the tip of the fleshy tongue that peeped out between them to moisten them. Jin Li still hadn't decided on a punishment to that point, his mind had been unable to stop racing around the sensation of that mouth upon his cheek and now, no thoughts were making themselves known, his entire focus stolen.

His mouth covered Leon's pressing lips against lips, tasting flesh against flesh. The kiss was suddenly ended as suddenly as it began and Leon could only lie there holding his breath in surprise.

Jin Li was also startled by his own reaction, but rose to his feet as if it mattered not and left with the parting words; "Try to forget the kiss this time!"