Extra 3: Elite Pei × Mayor He (3)

Translator: Abo Dammen

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Extras 

After all, he was the Mayor, a man who had seen great winds and waves. He Yixun calmly pulled over a napkin and wiped the beer from his chin. “This ‘absorption’ you mentioned…”

It was truly difficult to imagine the process; he could only try to understand it in terms of medication. “Is it oral or topical?” 

Oral was bizarre enough, but topical was even more inconceivable. Could it mean… ejaculating onto the face?

Ahem. It wasn’t his fault for thinking something risqué.

“I told you our physical structures are different,” Xu Pei said, beating the egg mixture with his chopsticks as he patiently explained He Yixun’s doubts. “Inside my body, there’s a reproductive chamber. The mucosal lining of its inner wall can absorb seminal fluid, which helps stabilize my pheromone levels.”

Digesting this information was harder than working on the municipal budget. He Yixun maintained a calm facade as he drank his beer. “Is the reproductive chamber for having babies?” 

“Yes,” Xu Pei replied, pouring the egg mixture into the hot oil. The sizzle that erupted drowned out the sound of He Yixun’s mind internally exploding.

He had many questions he wanted to ask. For example, if you absorb seminal fluid, aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant? How much do you need to absorb to find relief? Extending from that, are babies viviparous or oviparous? If viviparous, how many months is the gestation period? If oviparous, how many eggs are laid at a time?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Mayor He, not wanting to seem unsophisticated, chose a brief one to ask, “Does it work with anyone’s seminal fluid?”

“Emotionally speaking, no one’s is acceptable,” Xu Pei said, turning off the heat and plating the food before bringing it to the dining table. “But entering a heat state causes a persistent high fever. If the fever doesn’t break, the worst-case scenario is multiple organ failure and death. So, from the perspective of my body’s needs, whose it is doesn’t matter.” 

The steaming hot food emitted a delicious aroma, stimulating He Yixun’s appetite. He picked up his bowl and chopsticks, paused for a moment, then reached out to serve himself some food. “I can help you.”

Offering help contained an element of impulsiveness, but the majority was rational thought—whether it was a massage wand or seminal fluid, he could provide it. Why look further out?

Ahem. Mayor He reiterates that he is a righteous gentleman.

Of course, compared to simply providing room and board, the situation was more complex and went beyond mere kindness. But as Xu Pei said, his physical condition was critical, so perhaps there was no need to overthink it. 

He had expected Xu Pei to hesitate, thinking that involving an acquaintance might be awkward. Instead, Xu Pei completely misunderstood He Yixun’s meaning. “You’ll help me contact a sperm bank?”

“No,” He Yixun said. “I’ll provide it for you.”

The anticipated hesitation never appeared. Xu Pei agreed very straightforwardly, with a hint of finally being able to relax. “Okay, then I’ll trouble you with that.”

This left He Yixun not knowing how to respond. He thought about saying “It’s nothing,” but felt that would be odd, so he settled for a polite, “No trouble at all.” 

After dinner, Xu Pei took the initiative to clear the table and wash the dishes. It wasn’t that He Yixun didn’t offer to help, but Xu Pei insisted that he owed He Yixun a favor, so it was only right that he do the washing up.

Although He Yixun didn’t understand how something that balanced things out between them counted as a favor owed, considering Xu Pei was from another world and his thought processes were different, he didn’t pay it much mind and went to take a shower.

When he came out, Xu Pei had just finished cleaning up and was drying his hands with a paper towel. He asked, “Are you ready?”

“I am. And you?” He Yixun asked. 

“I’m ready anytime,” Xu Pei said, going to the living room to pick up the cigarettes and lighter from the coffee table. “You can also order a delivery for a syringe.”

Having said that, he prepared to go outside to smoke.

—So “ready anytime” meant ready to make himself scarce?

He Yixun sensed something was off. “A syringe?” 

Xu Pei explained, “You can ejaculate into a container first, and later I can draw it up with a syringe.”

He Yixun tilted his head. “Why wouldn’t I just put it directly inside?”

The air instantly fell silent. A trace of stupefaction flashed behind the serious gold-rimmed glasses.

Realizing what He Yixun was implying, Xu Pei’s face flushed bright red. To conceal his awkward expression, he adjusted his glasses frame, frowned, and said, “I didn’t ask you to help me that way.” 

“From what I understood, your heat cycle is supposed to be relieved through sexual intercourse. Why go through such a roundabout process instead of using a real person?”

“Because the meaning is different,” Xu Pei’s frown deepened. “What I need is merely symptom relief, not sexual intercourse.”

“Oh.” He Yixun walked towards Xu Pei, his steps relentless. “I just opened my wardrobe and found someone had been messing with my suits. Are you sure you didn’t get up to anything bad alone at home?”

Xu Pei, looking panicked, retreated until he bumped against the sofa. Tense with guilt, he could no longer muster any assertiveness. His eyes, behind the lenses, darted away, and he muttered under his breath, “It wasn’t me.” 

“You don’t need to use my suits,” He Yixun said, leaning forward slightly, placing his hands on the back of the sofa, effectively trapping Xu Pei between himself and the furniture. He leaned close to Xu Pei’s ear and whispered, “Try me.”

Xu Pei couldn’t quite explain why, but it seemed he naturally felt a certain fondness towards He Yixun.

Perhaps it was their childhood connection that made it hard for him to stay guarded, perhaps the Mayor’s identity was worthy of trust, or perhaps that faint scent of juniper had precisely hit his preference.

Xu Pei admitted he had done something improper at home, using He Yixun’s suit. 

After reaching climax several times, his body remained unsatisfied, urgently craving more stimulation.

The room was filled with He Yixun’s scent, and instinctively wanting more, Xu Pei had dug out He Yixun’s suit and held it in his arms. His body’s reaction was exceptionally intense.

He had tried his best to be careful not to let the “flood” he secreted soil the suit, but he hadn’t paid attention to the order in which the suits were hung, leaving a telltale sign when he put it back.

“Don’t come closer,” Xu Pei raised a hand to brace against He Yixun’s chest, completely lacking his usual composure, speaking without confidence. “I told you it wasn’t me.” 

“If you say it wasn’t, then it wasn’t,” He Yixun had no intention of embarrassing Xu Pei. He parted his lips slightly and gently took the nearby, pearl-like, perfectly round earlobe into his mouth.

Xu Pei shuddered all over, shrinking his neck, and looked at He Yixun in shock. But before he could speak, scorching lips descended, and a tongue tip probed into his mouth, carrying with it the dizzying scent of juniper.

“He Yixun…” Xu Pei disliked this state of being on the verge of losing control. He wanted to push the man away, but as he retreated backward, He Yixun instead domineeringly pressed the nape of his neck. The burning heat from the palm transmitted to his gland, intensifying the stimulation even more.

“Let me help you.” 

The soft whisper between lips and teeth seemed magical, dissolving Xu Pei’s defenses. He allowed He Yixun to carry him to the bedroom bed and remove the T-shirt from his body.

Skin against skin ignited a wave of heat. After a prolonged kiss, his Adam’s apple and collarbone received their share of attention.

However, just as He Yixun continued downward, his lips about to touch that pink blossom, Xu Pei, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, suddenly felt a change in his body. He patted He Yixun’s shoulder and said, “Your saliva seems to work too.”

He Yixun lifted his head reluctantly. “Hmm?” 

Xu Pei was very sensitive to his own pheromone levels, having once tested drugs on himself. He could clearly feel that his pheromone levels were no longer on the dangerous edge and had returned to a controllable range. Although still high, there was no longer a risk of heat.

Currently, his body still yearned for caresses. It was a reaction to He Yixun’s intimate actions, not influenced by pheromones.

In other words, he didn’t need an orgasm or to absorb seminal fluid. Just kissing alone could stabilize his pheromones.

This was absolutely fantastic news. 

It overshadowed the craving for caresses.

“I think I’m fine now,” Xu Pei sat up on the bed, moved his neck, and felt no swelling, pain, or tightness in the gland at his nape, confirming his guess.

“Fine?” He Yixun remained in his forward-leaning position.

“Yes. It seems saliva has a mitigating effect too,” Xu Pei adjusted his slightly askew glasses, returning to his unflappable demeanor, his tone even becoming somewhat polite. “Thank you.” 

He Yixun, sporting a tent in his pants: “……”

Xu Pei pulled on the T-shirt, rolled off the bed, and heard He Yixun take a deep breath. He turned back to ask him, “What’s wrong with you?”

Maintaining his mayoral demeanor, magnanimous and gentle, He Yixun smiled slightly and said, “It’s nothing.”

“Good that it’s nothing.” Having solved the most urgent problem, Xu Pei’s attention shifted to another issue. “Last time I went back, it was after falling asleep at night. But I slept normally last night and am still here this morning. I don’t know the reason.” 

To tease someone and then think about running away, he had never seen someone so outrageous.

He Yixun comforted himself that Xu Pei was just an alien so there was no need to take it personally. He tried to brush away the recent images, not thinking about how someone’s cheeks had flushed so charmingly. “There’s a very famous cosmologist here. If you want to meet him, I can take you to see him.”

“Okay,” Xu Pei said.

This time, there wasn’t even a “thank you” or “sorry for the trouble,” as if He Yixun were the protagonist of the movie ET, and sending the alien home was his duty. 

Whatever. Xu Pei wanted to go home, and He Yixun couldn’t very well keep him.

“That cosmologist is a bit difficult to meet. I need to arrange it first,” He Yixun said, sweeping a glance over Xu Pei’s two pale, bare legs, feeling irritated again, in every sense of the word, but immediately suppressed it. “Tomorrow, we’ll buy you some clothes first.”

Xu Pei said, “Okay.”