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

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: A Tender Trap

That afternoon, Dominic Vance returned home earlier than usual. Sometimes, Lucien thought it was quite fortunate that Dominic’s mother favored him. If her precious son kept continually skipping work to stay home or returning early like this, Lucien would surely be scolded severely by both of Dominic’s parents.

When the man arrived home, Lucien was sitting on the sofa in the living room. In the past, the original owner did not interact much with anyone, so after transmigrating, Lucien did not need to spend too much effort maintaining social relationships.

As for Lucien himself before transmigrating, due to his leg condition, he also rarely went out. Now, even though he could walk, Lucien was too lazy to go anywhere for fun. He just sat there on the sofa, curled up in a thin blanket, holding a book that he was not actually reading a single word of. He had bathed cleanly and was wearing a loose cream-colored sweater, his soft hair drooping down to cover half of his face. That appearance, whether intentional or not, looked both obedient and fragile, much like a little kitten waiting for its owner to return.

When the sound of the door opening rang out, Lucien looked up. To be honest, ever since seeing how Dominic Vance dressed when preparing for work, he became even more certain that this world was some kind of absurd domineering CEO novel.

The man was always dressed in a fully tucked-in suit, with his hair slicked back with gel to reveal his forehead. Lucien did not deny that the man looked very handsome, but that demeanor looked exactly like an insurance salesman, appearing as if he were about to scam someone.

However, no matter how much he inwardly disdained it, Lucien still had to perform his act fully. He placed the book down on the table and stood up: "You are back."

Lucien looked at the man, his two hands placed in front and slightly twisting together, looking as if he were anxious about something. Dominic Vance took a glance, then stepped in front of him, stroking the hair falling over Lucien’s forehead while asking, "What is wrong?"

"I..." Lucien mumbled softly, seemingly gathering all of his courage before suddenly hugging the man’s waist. He buried his face into the chest of Dominic Vance, and a tiny voice transmitted out, "Thank you... thank you so much..."

Dominic Vance paused for a second, as if not expecting him to be so proactive. But then the man also raised his hand, resting it lightly on his back, and slowly stroked down along Lucien’s spine.

"It is nothing. I already told you, I will handle it for you."

Lucien did not reply, but only buried himself into the man’s chest exactly like a little kitten acting spoiled. That demeanor truly made Dominic Vance very satisfied, while Lucien was secretly plotting.

When he first transmigrated here, he did not clearly grasp the situation of every person around, so he was still not very clear about the personality of Dominic Vance. However, after confirming that this world was definitely built upon this domineering CEO plotline, Lucien was very quickly able to find a direction for himself.

People like Dominic Vance liked to display their authority, and the weak appearance needing protection from Lucien was not only not a bother, but it also made the man feel amused.

Dominic Vance stroked his hair for a while longer, then gently untangled him. He bent down, looking directly into Lucien’s eyes. Lucien could not analyze the emotions hidden deep within those eyes, but he guessed perhaps the man was wanting to play the role of someone madly in love.

"You do not need to be afraid anymore, I am here."

Lucien tremblingly raised his head to look at him, his eyes sparkling as if he were about to cry: "I..."

Perhaps overwhelmed by too many emotions, he gave a soft hiccup: "Thank you very much, Dominic. Thank you... I..."

Tears, following the emotions of Lucien, gradually slipped down his fair, white cheeks. Dominic Vance sighed, carefully wiping the tears from his face: "Stop crying, why are you shedding tears again."

Then the man took the opportunity to embrace Lucien into his arms, gently coaxing him, just as if he were comforting a baby. Meanwhile, in an angle the man could not see, Lucien was secretly calculating all sorts of things.

"Dominic..." Lucien suddenly grabbed the hem of the suit jacket of Dominic Vance, pulling it lightly: "You came back so early today... do you want to eat anything? Let me... let me go to the kitchen and cook for you."

Dominic Vance raised an eyebrow slightly: "You know how to cook?"

"I... I learned a little." Lucien lowered his head, his earlobes turning bright red: "It is not as delicious as a chef’s, but I want to... want to do something for you. To thank you."

He looked at Lucien for a long time, and then the corners of his thin lips slightly curled up, forming a rare, faint smile.

"Alright."

That evening for dinner, Lucien prepared a table of simple dishes: stewed pork rib soup, steamed fish, stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of rolled omelet. Fine, a pampered young master like Lucien certainly did not have this kind of cooking ability. It was all thanks to the "system" cheating for him.

Having transmigrated for so long, this was the first time Lucien actually found this system to be useful. It was just that he also had to "exchange" a little something...

Lucien deliberately wore an apron, his sleeves rolled up high to reveal his fair wrists bearing a few faint hickeys from last night. Every time he bent over to pick up food for Dominic Vance, he would expose a patch of delicate skin at the back of his neck, where a dark red hickey sat, looking seemingly unintentional.

Dominic Vance did not say anything, but his gaze still tracked Lucien’s every movement. When Lucien picked up a piece of rolled omelet and placed it into his bowl, the man did not eat right away but picked up his chopsticks, saying slowly, "Are you seducing me?"

Lucien startled, his face blushing deeply: "N... no! I was just..."

"Just wanted to say thank you?" Dominic Vance interrupted, his tone full of teasing: "Thanking me by wearing a loose shirt to reveal your collarbones, intentionally bending down so I can see the hickey on the back of your neck, and then picking up food for me like a gentle little wife?"

The face of Lucien turned as red as a ripe gac fruit, acting just like a cat caught red-handed doing something bad.

The man let out a soft chuckle, then put down his chopsticks, stood up, walked around the table, and stood behind Lucien. His two hands rested on Lucien’s shoulders, gently massaging.

"You do not need to pull these little tricks." He bent down, whispering into the ear of Lucien, his hot breath blowing against the sensitive earlobe: "I know you are grateful. But do not try too hard, seeing you so clumsy like this only makes me want to eat you instead of the food."

Lucien trembled, turning his head to face the man’s darkened gaze at a dangerously close distance.

"Then... then what do you want to eat?" he asked, his voice as quiet as a mosquito’s hum, yet his eyes sparkled with profound implication.

Dominic Vance did not answer with words. The man bent down and scooped Lucien up effortlessly, just like carrying a child.

"Eat you."

This time, Lucien was significantly more proactive.

When placed on the bed, he did not lie still waiting like he usually did. Instead, he knelt up on the mattress, reached out to pull Dominic Vance down, and took the initiative to press a kiss against his lips.

Compared to last night, he was much more proactive, bringing about an even more peculiarly charming atmosphere.

No longer clumsy like the night before, this time he kissed deeper and more fiercely. His tongue boldly pried open the man’s teeth, slipping inside to entwine with Dominic’s tongue. It was just that his tiny hands still tightly gripped the hem of the shirt of Dominic Vance, trembling slightly.

Dominic Vance was initially a bit surprised, but very quickly reclaimed the dominant position. He pushed Lucien down onto the bed, one hand holding the back of Lucien’s neck, while the other hand slid inside his shirt, caressing the smooth skin at his waist.

But Lucien refused to back down. He wrapped his legs around the man’s hips, pulling their two bodies tightly together, letting the man feel the burning heat that had long surged in his lower body. His hands tremblingly undid each button of the man’s dress shirt, revealing a firm chest with perfectly sculpted muscle lines.

"Let me..." He whispered, his voice both trembling and urgent: "Today, let me... let me take care of you..."

Dominic Vance gave a soft chuckle, "Alright, as you wish."

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