Chapter 3

Eating Cake Today


After recording, Jiang Suihe took a bath, and casually sat on the swivel chair with a towel drying his still dripping hair.

After a busy day, he finally had a moment to relax. He turned on his computer, clicked into the X site, and started flipping through aimlessly out of boredom. Suddenly, the cover of a live stream caught his attention.

It was a mukbang, and the cover, of course, featured food — a cake. However, this cake was very familiar to Jiang Suihe; it was the very one he had given to his neighbor the previous night.

Driven by curiosity, he clicked into the live stream room of the one called "Impoverished Mr. Song."

A comment floated by: "Eh? Did I enter the wrong room? Is this still Mr. Song's room?"

"You didn't enter the wrong room. Our boy is finally doing well!"

Boy? Jiang Suihe laughed out loud when he saw this term.

Mr. Song: "The cake was a gift from a neighbor..."

"So, are you so poor that you need charity from your neighbor?"

"I'm new here and don't know the rules, should I start crying immediately or follow the procedure first?"

Mr. Song: "It's not charity... the neighbor is very kind and brought the cake over for me to try."

The very neighbor who was praised as being very kind brushed through his wet hair, the interest in the live stream completely distracted him from drying his hair. Drops of water slid down his hair, over his clear collarbone, and quickly disappeared into his chest covered by his sleepwear.

"Mr. Song, could you ask your neighbor if they need more neighbors? Especially the kind who loves to eat?"

The person in the video sitting behind the table did not show their face, only revealing a slender chin and a mouth that curved slightly upwards at the corners.

Looking at the person in the video, Jiang Suihe recalled the look of shock and helplessness in the man's eyes when he delivered the cake last night. He unconsciously touched the small mole on his Adam's apple and couldn't help but chuckle quietly.

Ah, so it's him...


Jiang Suihe had a small mole on his Adam's apple. The color was very light, and whenever he felt pleased, he would instinctively touch it.

Mr. Song Luo in the video ate the cake bite by bite, the cream shimmering with a gentle gloss under the light. He dug a little with his spoon, the golden cake base was moist and soft, and the creamy white cream was thick and smooth. Occasionally, when cream got stuck at the corner of his mouth, he would stick out his tongue to roll it into his mouth.

Even though Jiang Suihe usually had no interest in mukbangs, he found this one surprisingly fascinating.

Suddenly, the phone next to the computer rang without any tact. Jiang Suihe glanced at the string of numbers displayed on the caller ID, furrowed his brow, and declined the call without any hesitation.

The phone fell silent for a moment, only to ring again, refusing to be ignored, but it was once again rejected by Jiang Suihe.

By the time the phone rang for the third time, he simply put it on silent mode and tossed it aside.

In the video, Song Luo was almost done eating the cake.

Mr. Song Luo: "I've finished eating."

"Was it tasty? Was it tasty?"

"For those asking if it was tasty, just compare his eating speed with yesterday's bread eating, and you'll understand!"

"Exactly! When Mr. Song eats cake, he seems reluctant to swallow, a stark contrast to how he gobbled down food yesterday!"

Mr. Song Luo: "The cake was very tasty. Thanks to the hospitality of my neighbor."

After typing this, Song Luo brought his hands together in a slight bow and then ended the broadcast.

Jiang Suihe touched the mole on his Adam's apple, chuckling softly, "Hmm, you're welcome..."

The person calling had not given up. The phone, set to silent mode, could not make any noise but sought presence by flashing its screen.

Jiang Suihe glanced at it, casually picked up the phone, and answered the call.

"Jiang Suihe!" A man's voice came through the phone, choked with tears, "You finally answered! I beg you... I beg you..."

"Mm, stop crying," Jiang Suihe gently soothed.

"Alright... I'll stop crying, I'll stop." The man on the other end of the line did his best to suppress his sobs, "So, can we not break up?"

"Break up?" Jiang Suihe echoed the question.

"Yes! Let's not break up! Never! Is that okay?"

Jiang Suihe's tone was gentle and polite, "I'm sorry, but I don't remember us ever dating."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before the man burst out screaming, "What do you mean by that? What do you mean you don't remember us dating? All those past memories, all our good times, have you... have you forgotten all of them?"

"Mr. Sun, I believe there might have been a misunderstanding." Jiang Suihe responded calmly and restrained in the face of the man's passionate emotions, "I thought you would understand the rules of the game in the adult world."

"A game? Our relationship was merely a game?" The man's voice on the phone trembled.

"I'm sorry. If you're willing to accept it, I can offer you some compensation within my capabilities."

The man was hysterical, "Jiang Suihe! Jiang Suihe!"

"I'll have someone contact you." After saying this, he hung up the phone neatly and dragged that number into his blacklist. He opened his contacts and sent a message to his assistant, Fang Ping, asking him to handle the aftermath.

Fang Ping responded with a cold ".", indicating he understood.




After ending his livestream, Song Luo patted his belly and let out a satisfied burp.

The neighbor called... Jiang Suihe, his cooking skills were too good! What kind of divine skills were these? Even though the cake had been in the fridge overnight, it was still so delicious! The cake was soft, and the cream was fragrant, unlike cakes bought from cake shops that were overly sweet. The subtle sweetness was not greasy on the palate, and there was a rich milk flavor between his lips and teeth.

Licking his lips, Song Luo savored the taste for a while before getting up to clean up.

Before bed, Song Luo typically checked the x-site to see if the retirement home's radio drama society had updated anything. When he saw the words "Hejing Radio Drama Society updated a video 24 minutes ago", he rolled excitedly on his bed.

However...

Song Luo frowned, noticing something unusual about today's update.

The video seemed like a normal one, but the description underneath it boldly stated: "Breaking news! Breaking news! The CEO remains firm, powerfully debunking the no-sexual ability rumors!"

...Um?

Song Luo went to the last video and clicked directly into the comment section.

Sure enough... His comment had been bumped up to the top by enthusiastic fans. Underneath his comment, there was a crowd of people who had just arrived to see the spectacle, typing: "You've been noticed by the official channel!"

This... this this this...

Song Luo, flushed with embarrassment, buried his face into his pillow, put on his headphones, and clicked on the new episode.

"Lick it."

The audio began with the CEO's deep voice, followed by the little white flower bottom's whimpering licking sounds.

It's here! Song Luo was too excited to care about his embarrassment, and changed to a more comfortable position to lie down.

"Sss—" The CEO sucked in a breath due to the pain, his voice deep as he said, "Did I teach you this way before?" He gave a cold huff, "I didn't plan to move this fast, but if your mouth can't satisfy me, then let's use the one below."

The little white flower trembled with fear, "No... Don't! Please!"

"Begging me now? It's too late!" His words were followed by the squelching sound of penetration.

"Ah! It hurts..." The little white flower gasped.

"Hurt?" The CEO showed no mercy, the "pap pap" sound of skin colliding and the squelching noises of friction mingling together. His voice was tinged with a hint of anger, "Do you think you're the only one in the world who can feel pain?"

"Ah... Ha... No... Not that!" The little white flower's moans were a mix of pain and pleasure, "Slow down, it hurts... Ah! Too... Mm... too fast..."

The sounds of thrusting slowed.

Choking back tears, the little white flower admitted his mistake, "I was wrong, I really was! Please don't continue, it hurts so much..."

"Heh..." A low chuckle from the CEO came through the headphones, "Hurt? Remember, in this world, only I can make you hurt!" Then came even more vigorous thrusting.

Perhaps because he was wearing headphones, the breaths in the audio seemed to be right next to Song Luo's ear. That deep and rapid panting, laden with desire, caused a tightness in his lower abdomen.

This is bad!

Song Luo reached down and touched his very lively little brother, his face showing horror.

Song Luo! You... you...

He hesitated for a while, but Song Luo couldn't bring himself to scold himself.

The lascivious panting from the audio made his little brother even harder. Song Luo couldn't help but reach out to touch, but he withdrew his hand as if he'd received an electric shock.

How could this be? That's the great personality Suihe in the audio! How could he listen to that voice and do... do that kind of thing!

However...

After several struggles, desire eventually won. Listening to the voices in the audio, Song Luo moved in the same rhythm.

Nobody knew him better than himself, knew how to bring himself pleasure. Song Luo curled his toes, rubbing restlessly against the bedsheet. He sped up his movements, his breathing becoming more and more erratic...

"Ah... mm..."

A wave of intense pleasure swept over him, a sour sensation at the tip, and hot, white liquid shot out. Panting heavily, Song Luo collapsed onto the bed.

Only when he regained his senses from the climax did he realize that the latest episode of the drama had long ended. He took off his headphones, cleaned himself up with a tissue, and lay stunned under the blanket.

Oh... my God!

The thought of what he had just done made Song Luo wish he could explode from embarrassment right then and there.

How was he going to face Suihe's voice in the future?

Wait... what was this episode about? Song Luo tried hard to recall, but he could only remember the enticing panting sounds, the plot... he couldn't remember at all!

Should... should he listen to it again?

Song Luo sneakily glanced at the cover of this episode, and his face turned red instantly. He quickly abandoned the idea. Normally he always left a comment after each update, but this time he didn't leave a comment. He awkwardly exited the page.