Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 12

“Cheers to new friends!”

The mess hall of the Lady of the Night was filled with laughter and merriment. The chefs served the most delicious food, steaming hot and fragrant, stretching from one end of the long table to the other. The captain brought out her prized private collection of fine wine for everyone to enjoy. (She had also locked Pavlov in a room to prevent it from being tempted by the feast. However, Leo later let it out, and now the dog lay sadly at the AI’s feet, watching “Debunking Pseudoscience” with him, Leo’s favorite show).

The party was to celebrate Joanna’s safe return and the addition of two new companions. People kept toasting Joanna, while Ibb Descartes was half-drunk, hiccupping beside the pirate lady. “You’ve struck gold, Captain, hic.”

“Ah, yes. Quite a surprise.” Joanna smiled, downing a glass of sherry, her eyes fixed on Alois Lagrange. He stayed close to Joshua Planck, as if afraid the assassin might get lost. Joshua, claiming low alcohol tolerance, politely declined the toasts, but the crew was so enthusiastic that Alois had to drink on his behalf. Eventually, he ended up being the one who got more drunk.

Joanna waved to Joshua. “Take him back to his room. I don’t want my crew dying of alcohol poisoning.”

With permission, the assassin immediately grabbed Alois by the shoulders, half-dragging and half-pulling him out of the mess hall. The latter part of the party turned into a free-for-all, with the revelers too caught up in their high spirits to notice the main guests’ absence.

“Such slackers!” Joanna shook her head, taking another swig of her drink.

Joshua dragged Alois toward the cabins. The drunken young man couldn’t keep up, almost falling several times, but Joshua quickly caught him each time.

Alois clung to the assassin’s arm, swaying unsteadily, his eyes hazy as if he might fall asleep at any moment. “Jos… Joshua…” he slurred, almost biting his tongue.

“What?”

“I… I beat Joanna…”

“Well, technically you didn’t win. It was at best a draw.”

“But I didn’t lose!” Alois leaned against the wall, barely managing to stand straight. “I… I want a reward…”

Joshua almost laughed. “You’re not a child. What reward do you want…” Before he could finish, he was suddenly pinned against the wall. Alois, with surprising strength, held him firmly, one hand on his shoulder and the other cradling his face.

“Joshua, I… I…” Alois murmured, leaning in to kiss his lips. It wasn’t deep—just a light, fleeting kiss. A quick peck, and then it was over.

The assassin hadn’t even had time to react before the kiss ended. He was surprised at his own slowness, perhaps the alcohol had dulled his senses, or maybe he hadn’t expected Alois to make such a move. Whenever he was around the young man, he let his guard down, vulnerable to sudden attacks. This was something that never would have happened before; as an assassin, he was always cautious, preemptively eliminating any threats. But ever since meeting Alois, he had undergone some subtle changes. Initially, he hadn’t noticed, but once he did, he felt uneasy and anxious. The Mourner was always a person who lacked a sense of security.

Before he could analyze his source of anxiety, there was a thud, and Alois collapsed to the ground.

The assassin really wanted to leave him there. But the drunken youth mumbled incoherently in his sleep, and when Joshua listened closely, he realized he was calling his name.

Sighing, the assassin crouched down and nudged Alois’s shoulder, but he lay there like a heap of mud, unmoving. “What a hassle.” He had no choice but to pick him up in his arms, grumbling about the weight as he carried him back to the cabin.

Alois had a wonderful dream.

He dreamt that Joshua approached him lovingly, inviting him to join him. He felt like he was floating on clouds, entering Joshua’s body, and sweating profusely. They tried several positions, with Joshua always cooperating gently. Finally, they reached a peak of joy together.

When Alois woke up, his head was splitting. The hangover left him groggy, and it took a while for him to realize where he was. He moved his limbs, confirming he was still intact, then slowly sat up and looked around. He was in his cabin, with only the dim light from the communication terminal’s screen. He winced at the bright light when he turned on the lamp, then quickly turned it off again.

He noticed he was only in his underwear, his clothes neatly folded at the bedside. His memory only went as far as being dragged out of the mess hall by Joshua, nothing after that. Someone must have brought him back and kindly helped him undress.

“Leonard!”

The AI’s voice came from the ceiling, “What?”

“Who brought me back?”

“Joshua, of course. Who else?” Leo’s voice sounded listless, “He even helped you shower. Do you need me to play the video?”

“No!” Alois rubbed his nose to hide his embarrassment. His ears felt hot, probably blushing. The thought of Joshua taking care of him made his heart race and filled him with a small joy.

And that dream… Joshua, tender and loving… Though it was impossible! Still, Alois dared to secretly fantasize about Joshua’s silky silver hair, Joshua’s supple waist, Joshua’s fair skin…

And then he shamefully got aroused.

He climbed back into bed, trying to relieve himself with his right hand, but to no avail. The hangover left him weak, and all his blood seemed to rush to his head, fueling his fantasies instead of going below.

Frustrated, Alois turned over several times, covering half his face with the blanket, and whispered, “Hey, Leo, do you… do you have any adult videos?”

The ceiling was silent.

After about a minute, Leo’s sly voice came from very close to Alois. “I do, actually. Don’t tell the captain. She’d burn my database.”

“I won’t say a word.” Alois felt like he was making a secret deal with a spy.

“Alright. What kind do you want?”

“Um…” Alois’s voice grew quieter. “I mean… is there any video where the main character… happens to look like Joshua?”

Another minute of silence passed.

“I understand, brother.” This time, Leo’s voice was filled with sympathy. “Poor guy. Let me find something for you… Ah, there actually is one! But I can’t guarantee they ‘look alike’, after all, AI aesthetics are a bit different from human aesthetics…”

“Stop rambling and show it to me!”

“I’ve sent it to your terminal,” Leo said. “Remember to delete it after you watch it. If someone else finds out, don’t you dare say I sent it to you! Don’t drag me into this!”

“You also can’t tell anyone I watched it. Especially not Joshua.”

“Of course, of course.” Thus, the two reached a secret agreement.

Alois happily picked up the communication terminal, where the screen indicated a movie had been transferred to it. He opened the adult film and settled into a comfortable position to watch.

After a lengthy copyright statement, a slender man appeared on the screen. He had light blonde, almost silver hair, and black eyes that, while lacking the golden rings, were somewhat similar in shape to Joshua’s. The man posed seductively for the camera. Alois thought he didn’t look nearly as good as Joshua, but human imagination is powerful. He silently imagined the blonde actor as Joshua and began his delightful fantasy.

He grasped his erect member and started stroking it slowly. As the film progressed, the blonde man was pinned down by several burly men, letting out helpless moans. Alois’s stroking sped up. The blonde actor was thrust into until he came, his hoarse cries irresistibly alluring. Alois quickened his pace, holding his breath, on the brink of climax. Then, out of nowhere, he remembered his first encounter with Joshua, when Joshua calmly serviced him, and then…

“Damn it!” The memory of that bone-deep pain made Alois immediately lose his erection. Frustrated, he turned off the terminal and punched the wall in anger.

“Don’t hit the wall! Don’t you think it hurts me too?!” Leo yelled. “Joshua is right next door. If you’re mad, go find him!”

“Do you think I won’t?” Alois quickly got dressed and headed straight to the next cabin. Any man would be extremely indignant upon discovering he had gone soft due to some psychological shadow, especially when that “shadow” was right next door.

“What’s wrong?” Inside the cabin, Joshua was playing with the cat. He had somehow gotten a cat teaser and was having a great time with Schrödinger. This contrasted sharply with Alois’s anger.

He snatched the cat teaser, threw it into a corner, then grabbed Joshua by the shoulders, eyes almost blazing, “It’s all your fault!” Alois yelled, “It’s all your fault! All your fault!”

The assassin looked at him innocently. “What’s wrong?” He tilted his head back. “Leo, tell me what happened.”

Leo appeared beside them. “Mr. Lagrange discovered he has erectile dysfunction while watching a film,” he stated matter-of-factly, like a seasoned doctor.

Alois glared at him, “Didn’t you promise not to tell?!” AI is truly untrustworthy!

Leo tossed his head. “I didn’t say the actor looked much like Joshua.” He blinked and immediately covered his mouth. “Oops, sorry. AI isn’t perfect either. Sometimes we slip up.” He disappeared before Alois’s anger could explode.

Joshua narrowed his eyes, looking at the young man with interest. “Erectile dysfunction, huh?”

Alois shivered. “Uh… I… I was just visiting…” He took a few steps back, ready to flee, but Joshua grabbed him, throwing him onto the bed. He tried to find an opening to escape, but the assassin pinned him down, leaving no room to struggle.

“Can’t get hard looking at my face?” Joshua pressed against his groin, massaging him with just the right amount of pressure. Alois’s hair stood on end, and he immediately stopped resisting, afraid the assassin might get too excited and crush his privates.

“Sorry, Joshua, I…” He racked his brain for an excuse, but no words came out. Finally, he shut his eyes and said resolutely, “Anyway, I just like you!”

Then he felt a chill at his waist as his pants were pulled down. “What are you doing?” He sat up, seeing the assassin lick his fingers, the other hand spreading his knees apart.

“Giving you a treatment.” Joshua’s fingers slid into his anus.

Alois screamed and fell back onto the bed. Although he had done it with men many times, he was always the top, and his small hole had never been penetrated. The sudden pain and discomfort made him moan. Joshua didn’t stop, his fingers exploring inside, pressing lightly and heavily against the walls.

“You’re pretty tight,” Joshua smirked. “Haven’t used this place before?”

“Of course not!” Alois arched his back in pain, trying to escape the assassin’s intrusion, only to be pinned back down.

“Stay still.” Joshua added another finger. The two fingers together expanded the narrow passage, their movements gentle like a caress. He must have hit a certain spot because a wave of pleasure shocked Alois, making him cry out. Joshua grinned, “Here it is.” He pressed heavily on that spot.

“No! Not there…”

“Does it feel uncomfortable?”

Alois wanted to protest, but the overwhelming pleasure turned his protest into a soft moan. Joshua skillfully massaged his prostate, occasionally squeezing his sacs. The pleasure from front and back made Alois whimper. His penis was already hard, its tip leaking sticky fluid, running down his legs. He had never thought the pleasure from the prostate could be so intense. His hole secreted liquid as Joshua’s fingers thrusted in and out, dripping down his legs, making a mess.

“Joshua… I… I’m going to…” Alois, near collapse, could barely complete a sentence.

“Then cum if you want to.” Joshua bent down, kissing his earlobe, whispering, “Alois…”

This was the first time Joshua had ever called him by name alone.

Alois bit his lip, climaxing.

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