For a while, he kept staring at his pet owner's lower body. Later, for some reason, Su Peisheng got punished. Then his classes got heavier, and he didn't have time to keep an eye on him anymore, so he gradually forgot about it.
I just sighed to myself, what a waste of such a great figure, it would have been better if it were on him.
Who knew? His owner's stamina was truly impressive; he could put him to sleep, then get back to work, then get back to sleep.
Anyway, he was in a daze all night and didn't know when his owner stopped. The only thing he was sure of was that it definitely took more than half a cup of tea to cook.
If the Fourth Prince knew, he would definitely cry foul. That time he went there, he just went in to chat, sat down for a while, and drank a cup of tea. But the concubine was too clumsy and even managed to wet his clothes while pouring tea for him, so he asked for water.
Somehow, the news eventually reached the ears of this little rascal, and if he were to do this, it would only take him half a cup of tea.
It infuriated him, but he couldn't openly tell his little darling about these things, so he could only secretly beat up that talkative Su Peisheng.
If he hadn't been talking about these things with his little ancestor all the time, that ancestor wouldn't have been staring at his lower body all the time during that period.
Duofu was still in a daze. He felt that everything today was so unreal, and that he might be dreaming.
He should go to sleep now; maybe when he wakes up, everything will be alright.
Duofu wanted to escape reality for a while, but the Fourth Prince's next words brought him back to reality: "Duoduo, is your back sore? Let me rub it for you so you can sleep well tonight."
Duofu hadn't felt much pain in his lower back before, but now that he'd been reminded, his lower back started attacking him for some reason. Duofu wanted to move his hips and twist his waist.
Before he could even twist twice, oh no, oh no, he couldn't twist anymore.
Duofu opened his big eyes, which were brimming with tears; his back ached.
What kind of heinous things are these?
Isn't it said that there are only oxen that are overworked, not land that is overworked?
Although he lacked experience in this area, he still possessed considerable knowledge and understanding of the subject. Even if he had never seen a pig run, he had at least eaten pork.
Why is he the one who suffers?
The storybooks he was reading actually betrayed him, saying that the lower part of the body felt very comfortable during such things.
Does that mean the one on top is the only comfortable one?
Duofu's eyes began to show doubt. If that was the case, then he couldn't be the one at the bottom; he had to be the one at the top.
Anyway, it's always the Fourth Prince who begs him for this kind of thing, so next time he'll ask him to be on top.
The one below is suffering too much; he can't bear the pain.
He should go and do his part up there!
When Duofu thought about that scene, he felt it wasn't entirely unacceptable; if he had the ability, he could pin his human down.
While thinking about something, Duofu started bargaining: "Fourth Brother, next time I want to be the one on top and you be the one on the bottom, only then will I agree to our relationship."
The one below is suffering terribly, its whole body aches. It seems that saying must be wrong: there are only fields that are over-plowed, not oxen that are over-plowed.
Duofu decided that next time he would still be the cow and work up a sweat, letting his human suffer from backache and butt pain; he didn't want to endure that hardship.
The Fourth Prince paused for a moment while massaging, then smiled and continued massaging with moderate pressure.
This little devil still wants to stay up there. It's not that he won't let him go up, but he didn't stay up there for very long last night!
Before he could even finish a cup of tea, he started complaining that he was tired and wanted to get down. When we tried to stop him, he started howling and screaming like a banshee.
The Fourth Prince had no idea where this little brat got the courage.
The Fourth Prince certainly didn't misunderstand. He could see the excitement in the little prince's eyes, the desire to pin him down. Even if he gave him the chance, with his thin arms, legs, and waist, did he have the strength?
The Fourth Prince smiled indulgently and said, "Alright, as long as my little darling doesn't complain of being tired, you can stay up there for as long as you want next time."
If he has the ability, why not let him take the lead once?
I'm afraid that if I give this little devil this opportunity, he won't be able to seize it.
The Fourth Prince's shallow eyes were full of joy. Sure enough, as long as you use the right method to coax her, there is no little darling that you can't coax back.
If he coaxes her more in the future, she will naturally get whatever she wants.
Duofu had no idea what the Fourth Prince was up to. While enjoying the Fourth Prince's attentive service, she started humming and making little noises.
She would sometimes order the massage to be lighter and sometimes heavier, and sometimes she would complain that the Fourth Prince's massage skills had deteriorated, as it was uncomfortable to massage his back because the pressure was too strong.
The Fourth Prince didn't really put in much effort. Perhaps this little darling was taken very hard last night and injured his waist a bit, which is why he started groaning and moaning after being pressed a couple of times.
Duofu is now wide awake, constantly thinking about how he needs to recover quickly so he can get back at his old age. He absolutely cannot let himself suffer this loss.
It would be best to get the Fourth Prince drunk, so he can make his move more easily.
Duofu thought about it and felt that it made a lot of sense. He had heard before that drunk people don't react and will never have any physiological or psychological reactions.
At that point, his pet owner will be completely under his control, unable to run away anywhere.
Duofu smiled happily whenever he thought of that place.
He'll spank his owner's bottom then and make them call him "brother."
Duofu was so happy he was dizzy. Just looking at his cat owner and thinking about that indifferent face calling him "brother" made him feel excited.
I never thought he would want to be an older brother so much. It feels great to be an older brother.
The Fourth Prince couldn't help but smile, wondering what wonderful thing his little darling was thinking, feeling like he was about to burst with joy.
Gone was the displeasure he had shown a moment before; instead, his face showed a hint of eagerness.
The Fourth Prince's gaze drifted towards Duofu's pert bottom. His little darling hadn't been eating meat for nothing all these years; he was growing quite well. He would have to eat more meat in the future, as he was still growing.
Duofu only felt pain in his buttocks. He didn't take off his pants to look in the mirror, otherwise he would have found that there was no good spot in his buttocks, like red plum blossoms in the snow drawn on a piece of pure white paper.
The more the Fourth Prince looked at him, the hotter he felt. He couldn't wait for his little darling to pin him down, and he would be more than happy to cooperate.
If this little devil tells him to go east, he will never go west; he will always obediently listen.
Duofu was really looking forward to it. Once he recovered and regained his strength, he would find a time to get the Fourth Prince drunk and let him do whatever he wanted.
The Fourth Prince was also looking forward to his little darling coming to him and being able to do whatever he wanted with her.
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