The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: The Canary in the Gilded Cage (3)

Meanwhile, at a private bar exclusive to the upper class.

A phone on the table lit up brightly. In the private group chat of the capital’s young masters, a secretly taken photo had just been sent, immediately triggering an explosion of rapidly popping messages.

In the photo taken from a distant side angle, the tall figure of Dominic Vance stood from behind, tightly embracing the waist of a slender youth. The charity auction bracelet worth tens of millions shone brightly on a fair wrist, while the usually cold CEO Vance was bowing his head, extremely patiently and gently adjusting the collar for the other person.

Accompanying the image was a message.

[Are the rumors that CEO Vance changed partners true?]

[What rumors?]

Another person quickly replied: [A few days ago, the paparazzi reported it, it seems Dominic Vance dumped Miles Sinclair and turned to choose Lucien Sinclair.]

[Damn, harem infighting, are biological brothers fighting over the same man?]

[Who knows.]

The group chat continued to scroll rapidly, as if ignoring the fact that one of the main characters they were discussing was right there in the group. Beside the glass table, Miles Sinclair lowered his head, staring intensely at the phone screen.

Crash.

In sheer frustration, he threw the glass of red wine in his hand; shards of glass shattered and scattered everywhere, and a piece even bounced back, slicing a gash across his hand. Drops of dark red blood oozed from the palm torn by the glass shard, dripping pit-a-pat onto the table, but Miles Sinclair felt absolutely no pain.

He continued to stare blankly at the photo on his phone screen.

The thing that made his stomach knot up, that made his sanity scream wildly, was not the glaring hickeys on Lucien’s neck, nor was it the exorbitant auction bracelet. It was the look in the eyes of Dominic Vance in the photo.

Too incredibly tender.

The patience and cherishing emanating from those lowered eyes adjusting the collar was something that Miles Sinclair had never once received. He realized that, from the very beginning, that man who always stood at the pinnacle of power had never once used such a gaze to look at him.

Twisted jealousy took root, creeping into every corner of his mind. Miles Sinclair tremblingly held the phone with his bloody hand and dialed the number of Dominic Vance.

Beep... Beep... The call was declined.

He gritted his teeth and continued to call back. This time, the other end of the line was nothing but long, lifeless tones. His number had been blocked.

Miles Sinclair’s pupils shrank. For the first time in his life, an ever-arrogant person like him truly tasted the bitter flavor of panic.

At the same time, the luxurious car had parked in front of the Vance family villa.

Luckily, upon arriving home, Dominic Vance did not carry Lucien inside anymore; otherwise, his body would have truly slipped into a state of full arousal. He tiredly threw himself onto the sofa; spending the entire day constantly touching Dominic Vance, coupled with the persistent side effects from the system, had dragged his body into a state of sheer exhaustion.

As soon as he leaned back, Dominic Vance naturally sat down beside him. He reached out, took off Lucien’s shoes, pulled the long, slender legs to rest upon his lap, and began to slowly massage them.

The man simply thought that Lucien was exhausted from walking too much.

The large hand of Dominic Vance held his ankle firmly, allowing no room for refusal. He used just the right amount of pressure to press on the aching pressure points, stating faintly: "Stay still for a moment."

Since he had said so, Lucien did not reject him anymore. Like he said before, lately, this man was acting as if he were insane, and there was no point in provoking his madness. Not only that, but recently, Dominic Vance seemed to be suffering from a kissing addiction.

It was not the kind of forceful, ravenous pinning down like when they were in bed, but rather a suffocatingly clingy behavior. When passing by each other, he would plant a kiss; when pulling Lucien into his arms, he had to kiss him; even when merely stroking his hair, he would lean down to brush his lips against the boy’s forehead.

Dominic Vance looked thoroughly delighted, but on the contrary, the one suffering the most was Lucien. The system’s side effects were acting up in a terrifying manner right now. With just a fleeting kiss across his nape, Lucien’s knees would instantly turn to jelly, his heartbeat erratic, his whole body flushing hot with intense desire.

Lucien felt incredibly frustrated. He despised the feeling of his own body ruthlessly betraying his reason.

Come evening time, right after Lucien finished showering and was standing in the bedroom changing his clothes, Dominic Vance walked in.

His gaze instantly froze, glued tightly to the dark red friction marks on Lucien’s waist and the few hickeys imprinted on his inner thighs. His brows furrowed deeply before he turned around to grab a tube of ointment, then walked straight toward Lucien.

Stripped of his usual aggressive demeanor, Dominic Vance sat completely down on the fluffy rug on the floor, wedging himself between Lucien’s legs. With one hand embracing the youth’s waist, the man used his other hand to take some ointment, patiently rubbing it evenly over the red scratches.

The atmosphere in the room instantly thickened with an ambiguous intimacy.

Once he finished applying the medicine, Dominic Vance was in no rush to let go. He lowered his head, planting a kiss on Lucien’s knee. His sharp teeth gently nibbled on the soft, tender flesh of the inner thigh, while his hands endlessly caressed and fondled.

Ambushed by this kind of stimulation, Lucien’s legs trembled violently. Unable to stand steadily, he had to cling tightly to the broad shoulders of Dominic Vance, his eye sockets involuntarily turning red as he let out wet, breathy pants.

And as Dominic Vance looked up, he was deeply, utterly intoxicated by this frail and dependent reaction from the youth.

Right at this moment, the screen of Lucien’s phone lying on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

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