Mr. Dior - Chap 68
Lord Poseidon was both angry and embarrassed at the same time, and he ate up his little merman in the end. He overrode Jiao Qi’s protests and ejaculated the God of the Sea’s potent magic in between the little prince’s bound legs, and only untied him when the latter had stopped trembling.
Now that this sacred ritual had been performed, all he needed to do was put the little merman back into seawater, and his legs would turn back into a tail. After exerting themselves for practically half the night, Jiao Qi’s legs had pretty much given out, and Big Cock Zhang happily carried him to the bathroom to wash up. After they’d bathed, he coaxed him to sleep, telling him the tale of the “Husky Prince” in a loving voice.
Jiao Qi half-listened until Zhang Chenfei got to the part that said ‘the Husky Prince was too handsome, and many youths fought for his affections’. He fell asleep at that point. He was still completely tired out the next morning, but managed to force down a bit of breakfast before heading to work. He then fell asleep again in the car. The Maybach was driven in a very stable manner, and the only thing Jiao Qi felt was that Big Cock Zhang had touched him. The latter didn’t say anything when he did so, however.
Zhang Chenfei’s familiar presence always made Jiao Qi feel very safe, and he relaxed, falling into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was sitting in an aeroplane.
The entire passenger cabin of the spacious private jet was designed like a hotel suite. There was a bed, a sofa, and even a bar. Zhang Chenfei sat on the sofa, swirling a glass of red wine, looking at Jiao Qi in a calm and composed manner despite the sheer ridiculousness of the situation they were in.
Zhang Chenfei had bought this aeroplane a few years ago. Competition was stiff amongst the wealthy, and businessmen paid a lot of attention to their image, so Zhang Chenfei had followed the trend and bought it when everyone else was getting their private jets. However, he wasn’t the sole owner – Gao Shiqing was the other owner of the jet. The two brilliant Q University graduates had put their heads together, thought carefully about it, and decided that this was an item that they would only use once in a while, so there was therefore no need to buy one each. As such, they split the cost of the jet equally and paid for it in instalments.
“Big Cock Zhang! What on earth is going on?!” Jiao Qi exclaimed, sitting up and glaring at him coldly.
“You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to disturb you,” Zhang Chenfei said, smoothly avoiding the real question. He got up, went over to sit beside his little wife and reached out to caress Jiao Qi’s face, which was smooth and plump after the nap.
Jiao Qi had always been a light sleeper, actually. He’d just been too tired today, so much so that he didn’t even realise it when he was carried up a plane. He raised a hand, pulled off the noise-cancelling earphones on his head, and the roar of the jet’s engine filled his ears. He looked at a certain person’s triumphant face. It was obvious that Zhang Chenfei had done this deliberately!
A private jet’s airport clearances had to be obtained at least half a day in advance. That fellow had probably booked it the very day the commercial plane tickets had been cancelled. Only an idiot would believe that Zhang Chenfei hadn’t planned all this carefully beforehand.
“Today is a working day! Don’t you know the consequences will be dire if I just disappear without informing my office?”
“I’ve already informed Yu Yuan,” the fearless Lord Poseidon said nonchalantly, reaching out to wrap his arms around his huffy little wife. “If you’re still worried, then give him a call.”
The private jet had wifi on board. Jiao Qi had forgotten this in his annoyance. He looked out the window. They were thousands of miles high in the sky, and it was pointless for him to continue being angry. He pushed Zhang Chenfei aside and used the wifi to look at his mail.
Yu Yuan: CEO, these are today’s urgent matters – remember to have a look when you can. IVe rescheduled the meeting that was supposed to take place this afternoon to next week. Have a great mini-honeymoon, hehe!
A mini-honeymoon?
They’d been married for seven years now. What mini-honeymoon was he talking about?!
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He probably couldn’t get back to Chyna until at least two days later, so he might as well go along with Zhang Chenfei’s crazy scheme.
Chyna was already experiencing the chilly autumn season, but it was hot and sunny on the tropical island as always. The villa’s location was excellent – the open plan living room opened up right onto the beach. Warm sunlight, a gentle breeze and soft sand under Jiao Qi’s feet made his tension fade away in an instant.
The butler was a local and spoke very good English. The first thing Jiao Qi did when he entered the house was to speak with the butler and tell him to ensure that a lifeguard was on site at all times.
“Please save me if my husband tosses me into the sea,” Jiao Qi said.
The butler was astonished by this and asked to confirm Jiao Qi’s instructions again. It was confirmed, and he looked at this young pair of husbands with a complicated look in his eyes. He’d been in this line for so long, but this was the first time he had a chance to witness the internal strife of the rich and powerful! At long last!
The butler was very professional, and he quickly found a lifeguard for Jiao Qi as instructed. He also dug out the life ring and life jackets, placing them in an easily accessible location.
After taking a short break, Jiao Qi climbed out of bed again to deal with work matters. He replied to all his emails and also dialled in for a video-conference. When that ended, it was already sunset.
Zhang Chenfei brought a pair of swimming trunks to Jiao Qi. “The sun is going to set soon. Swimming now won’t burn your fair, delicate skin. It’s an opportune time to return to the sea,” he said.
“I’m not going!”
Jiao Qi absolutely did not want to be tossed into the water, and he struggled hard. Lord Poseidon forcibly removed his clothing and pulled swimming trunks on for him, then carried him to the sea.
The extremely tanned lifeguard stood to one side, watching the pair like a hawk.
“Don’t struggle, baby. The ocean is where you’re meant to be,” Zhang Chenfei said, holding his little wife in his arms as he carried him into waist-deep water. He slowly put his little wife into the waves.
The clear blue waters gradually covered Jiao Qi’s pale legs, and the gentle waves lapped at them gently. Lord Poseidon was very reluctant to let go of his little wife, and he simply continued holding Jiao Qi, waiting for the miracle to happen.
A merman whose curse had been lifted would have his feet turned back into a tail once he came into contact with seawater. The cruel, evil world on land was not suitable for his little prince to live in. He should be free to swim around in the vast oceans, with his beautiful tail propelling him through the waves. One day, he would discover that Lord Poseidon had been gently watching over all this time, hiding behind a coral reef.
Ten minutes passed. The lifeguard was getting tired of watching them. The two were still in the exact same position they’d been in ten minutes earlier.
“Why haven’t your legs turned into a tail?” Zhang Chenfei asked, flabbergasted. He touched Jiao Qi’s long legs.
“I’ve already told you. It’s not going to work,” Jiao Qi said, kicking his legs playfully and splashing them both.
“I’ve got it.”
“Huh?”
“It’s the swimming trunks that are preventing your legs from coming together and turning into a tail.”
“Excuse me! We’re in a public place right now!” Jiao Qi yelled, doing his best to keep his swimming trunks on.
… …
In the end, the little prince’s legs didn’t turn into a tail, and Lord Poseidon was very upset. He sat on the bed with his little wife in his arms, staring blankly into space.
“I’ve booked a flight back the day after tomorrow,” Jiao Qi said, using his toes to scratch at his Laogong. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“Mm. Ok,” Mr Dior said, coming back to his senses. He got up and poured himself a glass of red wine, then stood at the floor-to-ceiling window and slowly sipped his drink in the moonlight. “I, Dior Atlantis Zhang, hereby swear to give up my status as the God of the Sea. I will remain forever on dry land.”
“You’re not returning to the sea anymore?” Jiao Qi asked, smiling as he looked at his husband.
“Nn,” Lord Poseidon said, putting down his wine glass and gathering his little prince into his arms. “An ocean without you is nothing but a dry and lonely desert.”
This might have been words from the story he was in, but it was somehow still very moving. Jiao Qi caressed Zhang Chenfei’s head.
“However, Atlantis cannot be without a ruler.”
“Huh?” Jiao Qi said, frowning.
“I have to pass it on to Guangzong ahead of time. I’m about to lose my only son.”
“… and so?”
“And so, you have to give birth to another one, no, give birth to another twenty or so children.”
“Scram!”
