CHAPTER 116: PERVERT

"Ugh..."

Henry furrowed his brows tightly. The axe blade was practically right in front of his eyes, resting against the bridge of his nose — as if just one more inch forward would split his head in half.

But it couldn’t move any further, because both of Henry’s hands were gripping the handle of the axe. Veins bulged across his forearms, throbbing violently, as if they might burst at any second.

The man holding the axe growled, and the strength in his arms suddenly increased.

Henry clenched his teeth. Cold sweat rolled down his forehead — then, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. In the next instant, his leg shot up, kicking straight toward the masked man’s face!

As expected, the man’s head snapped backward instantly. Seizing the opportunity, Henry twisted his body and spun, landing a powerful roundhouse kick to the man’s chest. Though his opponent wasn’t huge, the blow sent him flying backward.

Click.

The sound of a gun being cocked echoed. Henry aimed his pistol at the axe-wielding man, though he didn’t immediately pull the trigger. Frowning, he clutched at his chest — just moments ago, a sharp pain had shot through it, as if he himself had been struck with a powerful kick.

But how could that be? The one who got kicked was clearly the man wielding the axe. Could this be some kind of dark sorcery?

Henry hadn’t forgotten how that man had just dodged a bullet from point-blank range. His speed was far beyond that of any human.

Just who on earth did this guy work for?

The axe-wielding man sat unsteadily on the floor of the vehicle, lifting his head to look at Henry. He wasn’t panicking; instead, he tightened his grip on the axe, as if waiting for Henry to make a move — to use that as a cue to unleash his inhuman speed again.

The standoff dragged on. The air grew heavier, colder, and suffocating. The metallic scent of blood and gunpowder spread through the space.

Then, suddenly, a ringtone shattered the tense silence, so abruptly it felt almost absurd.

It was a choppy, mechanical tune, but any Joshua fan would have recognized it instantly: it was the first song Joshua had ever performed publicly. The debut had been far from spectacular, but the goofy charm of that moment had unexpectedly made him famous.

Both the axe-wielding man and Henry froze for a moment.

Then, in a blur, the masked man vanished completely into the shadows of the vehicle, leaving behind only the traces of a fierce struggle — like a fleeting, unreal dream. Only the dull ache in Henry’s chest and the frantic pounding of his heart proved that it had truly happened.

Henry pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen was pitch black — no missed calls. For a brief second, he had genuinely thought Joshua was calling him, because that ringtone... was precisely the one he’d set for Joshua’s number.

If the ringing sound didn’t come from his phone, then... did it belong to that other person?

This thought made Henry’s already cold expression even more frighteningly gloomy.

He touched his chest. That spot was calm, yet the bone-deep ache still hadn’t vanished.

Too many strange things happened in one night.

"Joshua, you actually know how to call me?!" Nine’s voice was agitated. The trembling sound and hurried breaths transmitted through the phone made Joshua furrow his brow slightly.

He sat up in bed and asked, "Where did you go? And what’s wrong with you?"

Even without seeing him, Joshua could feel that Nine’s current state was anything but normal.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Are you in bed?"

Nine seemed to know what Joshua was thinking. He growled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "I will never get into bed with anyone. Not even you!"

Joshua: "..."

Before Joshua could say anything, the intermittent moaning sound of Nine, along with the ceaseless friction of fabric against skin, echoed from the other end of the line.

"Joshua, that’s your shirt, Joshua. I’m wearing your shirt, ugh, hah..."

Nine’s breathing became increasingly rapid and feverish. The light rain seemed unable to lower his temperature.

He was hiding in an unpopulated corner, his body drenched in blood. Listening to Joshua’s voice, he rubbed his lower body with Joshua’s shirt, imagining the look on Joshua’s face while pleasuring himself that day.

Joshua was truly clumsy, truly naive, haha. If only those beautiful hands were covering him...

No, no, Nine would never let Joshua touch this body! This body was not his. It was not allowed to defile Joshua!

"Joshua, hah, ugh, Joshua, Joshua."

The intermittent sound mixed with the endured moans made Joshua’s entire face burn red. He definitely knew what Nine was doing.

Why was he doing this while on the phone?

Besides, his shirt? Did he have a sweater at Nine’s place? What was Nine doing with his shirt? Thinking of the sound of fabric rubbing and Nine’s impatient, hot gasping, Joshua felt both embarrassed and angry.

"Pervert!"

Joshua cursed, then immediately hung up the phone and blacklisted Nine.

But Joshua had no idea that Nine, on the other end of the line, hearing Joshua’s chaotic voice, trembled all over, instantly climaxing into his palm, wetting the shirt wrapped around his lower body.

"Hah hah... hah... Joshua, I soiled your shirt. Haha, Joshua."

Nine savored the climax, then recalled Joshua’s angry tone just now. He trembled, and the little brother downstairs immediately went straight again.

It was an absurd night for many people.

Joshua did not feel that Nine liked him. After all, he had been a madman with strange obsessions from the start. Nine simply did not want Joshua to go beyond his control, that was all.

The next morning, Joshua woke up and immediately noticed his phone flashing incessantly.

He initially thought it was Nine starting another spamming frenzy until he saw different messages on his phone.

Luther asked him to come over to his house to play. Leonard said he wanted Joshua to watch him race, and Justin, he invited Joshua to hang out.

Joshua looked at Luther’s suggestion, considering that Luther had indeed been a bit too clingy lately.

[I want to eat cake], Joshua replied.

Luther replied almost instantly: [Why don’t you come to my house, huh? Why??????]

Shuaa: [Why should I go to your house? It’s not a special occasion or anything.]

Joshua’s bestie: [...]

Joshua’s bestie: [T.T]

Shuaa: [Let’s go eat cake. I’ll treat you.]

Joshua’s bestie: [Treat me with the card I gave you, right?]

Joshua: "..." Haha ha, it sounded unreasonable, but how could Joshua possibly lose?

Shuaa: [If you don’t go, I’ll go with Justin.]

Joshua’s bestie: [...]

In any case, Luther couldn’t have won against Joshua.

Joshua responded to Justin and Leonard’s messages in turn. When the two heard Joshua was going out with Luther, they immediately dropped everything. Justin was free anyway, and Leonard stopped racing.

Forty minutes later...

Joshua looked at the three people standing in front of him, each holding a bouquet of Tweedia, with a slightly deadpan expression.

He was used to Leonard doing this, but why did Luther and Justin also start carrying flowers?