CATSR Chapter 103

 

His partner clutched his chest, rolling around on the bed as Jun Ye went into the bathroom to freshen up.

 

When Jun Ye came out, his partner was still holding his chest. If it weren’t for the look of pure joy on his face, Jun Ye might have thought he was having a heart attack.

 

Pythius looked up. “Say it again.”

 

Jun Ye: “Xiao Xiu.”

 

And so, Pythius continued his rolling.

 

Jun Ye sat by the bed and unwrapped the breakfast his partner had brought. It was still warm; the temperature of the soy milk hadn’t dropped at all.

 

Jun Ye glanced at his partner, who was rolling around on his bed. He couldn’t understand how Pythius managed to be so excited while using his powers to keep the breakfast warm.

 

When Pythius finally calmed down, Jun Ye had finished the custard bun his partner had brought and was about to open the soy milk to wash down the sweetness in his mouth.

 

“I want to drink too.” Pythius snuggled up to Jun Ye, leaning in for a kiss.

 

Jun Ye turned, holding the back of Pythius’s head, and passed a mouthful of soy milk to him.

 

That’s what you get for putting so much sugar in the soy milk!

 

“Mm! Mm…” Oh my god, he’s so sweet!

 

Pythius blushed, his breathing labored as he weakly pawed at Jun Ye’s shoulders and back.

 

After passing the soy milk over, Jun Ye pulled away. Pythius slumped against his shoulder, eyes misty, panting and coughing.

 

“If you’re so good at flirting, how come you don’t know how to kiss?” Jun Ye patted his back to help him breathe, noticing a white streak of soy milk at the corner of Pythius’s mouth. He grabbed a tissue and wiped it away.

 

Pythius blinked his misty eyes in protest, and once Jun Ye finished wiping his mouth, he turned his head and buried his face in Jun Ye’s shoulder.

 

His dominant persona was completely shattered…

 

He felt so wronged. Who knew there’d be such a big gap between theory and practice? Aren’t kisses just licking and sucking? No one mentioned anything about transferring soy milk…

 

Jun Ye still tasted the sweetness in his mouth, but seeing his partner looking so dejected, he didn’t have the heart to push him away. He ended up holding him while walking to the kitchen to find some water.

 

One arm around his partner, he used the other to fill a cup with water.

 

Pythius: “…”

 

— Ugh, I was wrong. I’m actually a submissive top.

 

— Weak, but still very capable!

 

After drinking half a cup of water, the sweetness in his mouth finally faded.

 

Jun Ye set the cup down and carried his partner to the sofa, laying him down gently. He reassured him, “It’s okay if you don’t know how. I’ll teach you. We’ve got plenty of time.”

 

“Why are you so good at this? How many tops did you hook up with before me?” Pythius huffed, lightly kicking Jun Ye’s leg with barely any force.

 

Jun Ye pinched his partner’s pouting cheeks, replying, “I’ve never dated a top before.” Sweetheart, you’ve never successfully topped me.

 

Pythius froze.

 

Never dated a top before? His kissing skills definitely couldn’t have been self-taught. How repressed would he have to be? Did he misjudge Jun Ye’s position?

 

Pythius glanced at Jun Ye, hesitating. “You… wouldn’t happen to be a top, would you?”

 

Jun Ye smirked, but before he could reply, his vision blurred.

 

[You are a bottom!!!]

 

The system screen, visible only to him, appeared between them. The bold red text was especially eye-catching, and Jun Ye could see his partner looking at him in confusion through the semi-transparent screen.

 

Pythius asked tentatively, “What’s wrong?”

 

Why did his expression suddenly freeze? Was someone contacting him, or was he under some kind of mental attack?

 

Jun Ye pulled his partner into a hug, his other hand trying to clear the annoying system screen.

 

Pythius pressed his lips together, not moving, but secretly spreading his mental awareness.

 

He had set up protective formations inside the apartment but had neglected the area outside. If someone with special abilities was telepathically coercing the officer into attacking him, he’d roast that person alive and turn them into an ice sculpture.

 

His bottom must have been bewitched or forced to act against him. Anyone in contact with his bottom must have bad intentions, and he would just have to clean those bad-intentioned people up.

 

Pythius furrowed his brows.

 

There was nothing…

 

In City C, there were fifteen psychics, two of them level three, three of them level two, and ten of them level one. None of them were suspicious.

 

Unconvinced, Pythius swept through all the psychics in City C with his mental senses again, scouring their mental domains, but still found nothing.

 

He expanded his search area.

 

“I’m a bottom.”

 

“Huh?” Pythius was mentally wreaking havoc on psychics a hundred miles away in the neighboring city when he heard those words and momentarily lost focus. His mental intrusion allowed the level-three psychic he was examining to notice his presence.

 

Pythius created an illusion in the psychic’s mental domain, retracted the rest of his mental energy, and looked up from Jun Ye’s embrace. “What did you say?”

 

Jun Ye removed his hand from the back of his partner’s head, his expression calm.

 

He had used his usual method to turn off the system screen, but in less than a second, it popped back up. This time, the text had turned green, displaying the words “I’m a bottom.”

 

Jun Ye was stunned by those four words. First, it said, “You are a bottom,” and now, “I am a bottom.” Was the system trying to develop some kind of bottom-to-bottom friendship?

 

It was ridiculous.

 

Jun Ye wasn’t sure what the system was trying to do, but he realized… he couldn’t close the system panel.

 

After fiddling with it for a while, he noticed a line of small red text appeared on the system panel.

 

[Please read the green text out loud!]

 

Jun Ye: “…”

 

After reciting the green text, the system panel disappeared. Just before it vanished, Jun Ye noticed his points increased by “+10.”

 

Was this some kind of task now?

 

Now, facing Pythius’s surprised and delighted eyes, Jun Ye remained calm and unbothered. “I’ll teach you how to kiss.”

 

“Mm-hmm!” Pythius no longer cared if a psychic had bewitched his “bottom” or not. He was easily distracted, hooking his arms around Jun Ye’s neck and pressing his lips against his.

 

He thought to himself, the officer first said he was a bottom and then offered to teach him how to kiss. The implication couldn’t be clearer.

 

It was time for him, the top, to take the lead.

 

…

 

Jun Ye held back his partner, who was not at all focused on learning and was instead trying to ignite fires everywhere.

 

Since the topic had successfully been diverted, Jun Ye figured there was no need to rush into things. A little more kissing and cuddling wouldn’t hurt.

 

Pythius kissed the corner of Jun Ye’s mouth and said, “Don’t worry, I can use water-based magic for lubrication. You won’t get hurt. What temperature do you like?”

 

Jun Ye: “…” Is that even a thing?

 

In his past worlds, his partners could secrete their own lubrication, so it wasn’t necessary. But Jun Ye found this approach intriguing.

 

“How many different abilities do you have?” Jun Ye sighed, getting up to carry Pythius to the bedroom.

 

There was only a low wall and some glass separating the bedroom and the living room, so it wasn’t very private. But compared to the sofa, the bed offered a lot more space to move around.

 

“I’m a mage who can use all elements,” Pythius said, not minding being carried by his bottom again. He liked the openness of the space, which allowed him to clearly see his partner’s expressions and reactions.

 

He wasn’t just a master of elemental magic; he could also use mental, spatial, and transformation abilities. Perhaps his only weakness was that his physical strength couldn’t match those of body-enhancing ability users.

 

Among the countless beings in the world, he was definitely blessed by God. When God created him, he bestowed him with almost every talent, missing only a small branch of physical enhancement. Pythius didn’t see this as a problem, at least not until today.

 

“I want to see how your water-based lubrication works. Show me,” Jun Ye said, helpfully removing the obstacles—namely Pythius’s pants.

 

Pythius felt something was off. It felt… drafty.

 

“Do you like switching roles?” Pythius asked, surprised.

 

[Pure bottom]

 

Green text.

 

Jun Ye looked at the system panel that had appeared between his and Pythius’s legs. Internally rolling his eyes, he read out, “Pure bottom.”

 

The system panel disappeared, and the points increased by “+10.”

 

Why did the system think saying a few words would change his position?

 

Pythius was even more confused. You’re a pure bottom, but you want me to demonstrate?

 

It made sense, though. After all, he was asking someone to use their ability on a sensitive area. Being cautious was understandable.

 

Pythius hesitated for a moment but couldn’t resist the urge to be close to Jun Ye. He gritted his teeth and got into a position that would allow Jun Ye to see the process clearly, then began using his water-based magic.

 

[???]

 

[!!!]

 

This time, the symbols on the system panel were all red and bold. They disappeared without needing to be read out. Jun Ye turned off the system panel and focused on watching his partner play with water.

 

He actually had water abilities too. He wondered if this world’s version of his partner was still afraid of water.

 

The abilities activated.

 

“Mmm…” Pythius’s expression went blank for a moment, and a mist formed in his eyes.

 

So empty, he wanted it.

 

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

 

He was the top, and the officer said he was a pure bottom. How could he be fantasizing about being…

 

Pythius looked to Jun Ye for help. His vision was blurry; he couldn’t see Jun Ye’s expression clearly, only knowing that he was being watched.

 

Just being looked at like this made Pythius feel unbearably needy.

 

He reached out to grab Jun Ye’s sleeve, speaking with a mix of grievance and embarrassment, “How about we switch just this once? You can start with me, and then I’ll do you after…”

 

[No.]

 

Green text. Jun Ye didn’t give the system panel a chance to stay, quickly reading out, “No.”

 

Tears welled up in Pythius’s eyes. He had only meant to demonstrate. How was he to know his body would betray him like this? Just because the person he liked was watching? Finish the demonstration and then take control. Why did he want to be taken instead?

 

Pythius felt increasingly overwhelmed by the sensations, wanting to crawl into Jun Ye’s arms, to be taken hard, but he didn’t dare move.

 

He couldn’t go over there; he’d be rejected. The other person was a pure bottom and wouldn’t be interested in his backside.

 

Maybe Jun Ye already disliked him. He had bragged yesterday about lasting half an hour, but now he was like this… Would Jun Ye think he was lying, just to get laid?

 

Pythius felt himself being pulled into Jun Ye’s arms. Jun Ye gently wiped away the tears from his eyes and began… comforting him.

 

Was this… really not an illusion he had made up?

 

Didn’t he say no?

 

[Please stop what you’re doing immediately!]

 

[Take your hand away!]

 

[Switching roles will get you struck by lightning!!!]

 

Jun Ye: Ha.

 

His partner had never topped him; this hardly counted as switching roles.

 

Pythius was both touched and unsure, cautiously wrapping his arms around Jun Ye. “Just do a little, it’s okay if we don’t go all the way… Don’t feel pressured, I’ll make sure to take good care of you after. I’ll make you feel really good.”

 

Jun Ye chuckled, hugging his silly partner.

 

—Even if you want to switch roles with me, let’s see if you can actually get up first.

 

 

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Lmao I’m guessing our Xiao Xiu does have the remnants of the previous versions (?) of him if he’s so needy?

 

Thanks for reading!