Chapter 28

Translated by boilpoil Edited by boilpoil

Author’s pre-notes: [Christmas special extra]

TL’s pre-notes: Not canon . While it’s published after Chapter 27, read this after at least Chapter 21 . Also, it’s a pun in the title in case anyone can’t tell.

In any case, I’m treating this as Chapter 28 so that I don’t have to remember to minus 1 from all the chapter numbering of the author.

Bright got drugged, and everyone wants to help him.

The first one to figure that out is his roommate.

His roommate locks the door, then recites a famous quote from Dante’s ‘Divine Comedy,’ “Ah City , thou slave, hostel of woe, vessel without pilot in a mighty storm, no mistress of provinces, but a brothel!”

The show forbids fighting off-camera, Bright so recites a few times. Ignoring his roommate, who has transformed into a poet too passionate and invigorated in his purgatorial delusions, he walks into the bathroom for a quick cold shower, preparing to endure it through.

It’ll become a familiar sensation when it keeps being erect like this ╮(╯▽╰)╭

His roommate is very disapproving of this. Common sense dictates these kinds of drugs are usually lethal if you don’t do it. Also, the partner must be a man, and it must be done until he faints, because the antidote is the essence of life itself. Though there is confusion on how much antidote might be needed, was it 10 mL or 100 mL? Well, who cares, of course the more the better.

He thinks for a bit and then gives his conclusion, “Dante has the ancient Roman poet Virgil taking him through the nine circles of Hell and Purgatory, then there’s his true unrequited lover Beatrice guiding him through heaven. Virgil is definitely me. Then who would Beatrice be? Wait for me, I’ll go search for you.”

His voice does not pierce through the sound of water in the shower and Bright does not hear it at all. If he did, he would definitely have drowned his roommate in the bathtub to prevent all the troubles that were to follow.

His roommate first finds the blond Beauty. He always thought the Beauty and Bright make a nice couple, especially since Beauty is experienced in love, particularly suited to a newbie like Bright. He’ll be able to carry him, quickly raising his ranks from newbie to professional.

“Someone Bright has unrequited love for?” Beauty chuckles. He tilts his head and uses his fine fingers to play with his curly golden hair, and says, pitifully, “you’ve got the wrong one, I’m afraid. He doesn’t think much of me, remember? He’s seen my body in the first episode and listened to my moans, but he hasn’t shown any interest.”

“You were with Beast at the time. Maybe he didn’t want to interfere between the two of you.”

Those large eyes as big as those on SD dolls blink, some kind of hope visible in them, “you really think so?”

“That man is ultra-conservative, so it’s not weird he might think like, you can’t make a move on someone with a partner or something. He’s saved you too on stage, everyone saw that,” his roommate tries his best to convince him, “just try it, it’s not like you’ll lose anything.”

Beauty bites his lips, then does as he says.

They meet number 56 Piers on their way to the dormitory. He happened to be killing time screwing around with Ginger outside.

“Where are you all going in such a hurry?” Piers asks.

Piers has quite the standing among the contestants, and they didn’t dare oppose him. So the roommate answers in a murmur.

“Unrequited love? With him?” Piers slaps on Ginger, who is lying flat on the ground with his limbs sprawled, then smirks, “Bright’s goodwill towards Beauty is less than even this thing.” Ronald’s face then reddens to a shade like his hair.

Piers removes himself from inside Ginger, then pulls his pants up, “wait for me a bit, I need to see this. Drugged? Hahaha!”

Ronald looks in the direction of him leaving, and furrows his brows with worry. He walks behind with the other two people.

Though his roommate doesn’t like Ginger, but thinking about how much attention Bright gives to him behind everyone’s back, how the two might really have something going on, he doesn’t say anything.

Bright is currently in terrible shape. Cold water is completely unable to lower his body temperature. His little one is giving Bright the finger in dissatisfaction.

While he’s telling his little one off for being so hormonal, he hears Piers’ voice.

“You’re shutting yourself in, you can’t be thinking of doing it yourself to solve the problem? You shouldn’t do that. It might relieve it for a bit but it will come back even worse than before.”

“You have experience with this?” Bright’s voice is creaky. Piers has an itchy feeling, like that of a kitten pawing at his chest.

“Yeah, you can call it that,” Piers says casually, “open the door and I’ll tell you.”

This is a good opportunity. He’ll always get what he wants.

There’s the sound of the doorknob turning. The man walks outside with only a bath towel on him. A great big lump is visible down there.

“Talk.” Bright is irritated. In fact, nobody can stay calm when your mouth feels dry, your body feels hot, and your whole being close to exploding.

“You look like your head’s still working properly, then this stuff is high class. There are many types of this kind of drug, so I’ll need more to diagnose further. Give me some bodily fluid.” Piers says, slyly.

“Does sputum count?”

You’re messing about on purpose. Piers retorts in discontent, “do you want me to help or not?”

Then Bright bites his index finger, giving it to him.

Piers immediately opens his mouth and sucks on it like he is afraid of him regretting this. Bright feels a suction force, and furrows his brows while taking his finger back. Piers licks his lips as if reliving the experience. From the time when he saw the man at the celebration party of the first episode, he has wanted to do this.

“This taste… Hmph, I’ve used it before, it’s top of the line stuff. Not even I’m willing to buy it for myself normally! You’ll have to fuck the one you want to fuck the most, or the side effect is that you’ll be hard for a whole month or longer.”

“What’s the theoretical requirement behind this? Is it mental satisfaction or is it the stuff from the other person’s body?”

Not the response he expected, Piers rolls his eyes, “god knows what.”

Then Bright shoos him out of the room. He shouts at the shut door in exasperation, “who would you want to fuck the most if not me!”

Bright is listing, Robert Downey Jr., Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Chris Evans, Tom Hiddleston… At the very least it’s not you! Hmph!

The show is never a place without gossip. Who’s the person Bright wants to sleep with the most has become a popular topic of discussion.

Bright hides in his room, not even heading to the training room. When Hopkin arrives, he’s doing push-ups.

“You’re here too.” Do Inner City aristocrats not have stuff to do?

“You saved me once, so I’ll help you this time. We’re even so that you don’t demand something more outrageous later. This deal is a good one.”

Bright stands up, then wipes his sweat with his towel. He looks with confusion at the gorgeous, arrogant member of high society, “from what I know, you don’t like people touching you.”

“Not exactly. Not just humans, but animals, insects, reptiles and any other creatures.”

“… What are you planning to do?”

Hopkin looks at him indifferently, then tells him the treatment method after analysing his condition, “to artificially produce fluids for a medicinal bath.”

Semen is made up of sperms and seminal fluids, with the latter making up over 90% of it. It is mainly a mixture produced by the prostate, including large amounts of water, fructose, glucose, proteins, inorganic salt, peptides and enzymes. It’s not difficult to assemble.

Bright also feels it’s reasonable, and so follows his advice.

Though the treatment ended up being extremely ineffective.

There’s an important competition a week later. Bright will be affected if the effects are not dispersed by then.

The doctor proposes a new treatment method, “he has some reluctance in him, so this will need to be taken care of psychologically.”

Hopkin furrows his elegant, long brows. He grows alert and probes Bright, “what makes you satisfied?”

“Freedom.” Bright just says without thinking.

Impossible. Hopkin repeats his question coldly, his eyes completely black, “I’ll give you another chance to answer the question.”

“That black and gold whip is nice.”

Bright knows that, as Hopkin has agreed to treat him already. Since he has rejected him once, he will try to satisfy his second demand as much as possible.

The quick-witted aristocrat narrows his eyes, “speaking of, you’ve never asked or investigated who drugged you in the first place.”

The slave chuckles, and looks into the pair of eyes as deep as black holes, insisting resolutely.

The aristocrat realises that he has lost this round. Since the moment he got the news and appeared in front of the slave, he has been trapped by the man.

“You’ll have to bite it firmly so that it doesn’t hurt your oral mucosa and tongue.”

“Relax a little, so that the rope bounds you tight enough that you don’t slide down in the middle and cause an accident.”

“Can you stand straight? You can’t. That’s right.”

“You appear to be in pain. Please excuse me as it is the first time I am using a weapon like this.”

“Is the electric current comfortable for you? I take you shaking your head to mean that it is not enough? I understand…”

People who think the man is quiet and taciturn can probably never picture how, when the man holds the whip, he uses his language that well to stimulate his nerves, play with his desires, making him feel so shameful and disgraceful.

Is this the real you? Hopkin is so excited he is shaking.

After tearing the skin of silence and tolerance away, he can see a treasure. A treasure filled with pain, vengefulness, fury, hatred, and sorrow. It is so vivid, so delectable, so amazing it is blowing his soul away.

The amber eyes, like a wild tiger, filled with restraint and calm. The man is as if performing a delicate experiment. Orderly and methodical, using all the different ways from all the perspectives to make his liquid in front of his eyes boil and sublimate.

His body succumbs to his physical reaction. Yet Hopkin is thinking happily, how similar they are in essence! This is amazing! He wants to see Bright controlled by his vengefulness, becoming a paranoid yet collected lunatic.

Come to my side, little tiger, we are the same.

He whispers in the cold, lonely darkness. To entice the big cat bathing in sunlight under the sun.

Stay with me a bit, in the deepest circle of Hell.

Hopkin feels he has been released. His consciousness is waning.

“ With weeping and with wailing, thou spirit maledict, do thou remain; for thee I know, though thou art all defiled. ” Bright recites Dante’s poem as he moves Hopkin’s bangs, joined together, dripping with sweat, away, re-exposing his foggy eyes. His hands are gentle as if they were a real couple.

“Now with this, we’re even.” The man goes back to his normal composition. Taciturn and calm, always collected. Hopkin feels as if he is leaving him far behind. An unspeakable horror grips his heart.

He opens his eyes with all the force he has left, though he can only see streaks of light and double images. If it were not for his arms which are both paralysed, he would have grabbed onto the man’s arm.

His tongue is all twisted as well, his voice unclear, “keep hating me, don’t…” Don’t forget about me. Don’t leave me.

The man seems to have understood, and appears to sigh, “you still owe me a lot.”

The aristocrat appears as if have heard some sweet-talk as sweet as honey or a promise as unwavering as the seas and the mountains, and then, at ease, faints.

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