The Assassin's Enemy Lover

Now he could envision in his mind where his member would be thrusting into. It seemed he had already assumed the position he would be taking in the matter. The only problem was would Zi Han be willing to you know.....

Meanwhile, Zi Han who fell asleep with Mr. Twiggles in his arms the previous night woke up with an uncomfortable feeling in his underwear. It seemed last night he had had a spring dream.

This had happened before but the dreams were usually vague and mysterious. It was nothing memorable if he was being honest.

But this time things were a little different. Maybe it was because of yesterday’s massage that he dreamt strong powerful hands kneading his body all over that he got a stiff boner down south. In the dream, the oily hands wrapped around his member and stroked it until he shot out a load.

“Ha,” he murmured as he looked down at his grey trunks that had conspicuous stains on them. His expression was so calm like you would think it was any regular day.

As usual, he took a shower and got dressed before going for breakfast. When he reached downstairs his mother was angrily jabbing at the prime ministers. It seemed they were trying to blame the recent attacks on the Bloodgarde in a sick attempt to strip them of every spaceship in their fleet.

“Those fuckin wine sacks and food bags who the fuck do they think they are? They are lucky I didn’t burn their entire shoddy government to the ground,” she said as Zi Han entered the kitchen.

“Good morning,” said Zi Han sitting next to his mother.

.....

Zi Xingxi pushed her plate of pancakes towards him. “Your grandpa made pancakes today. He must have something against me. He knows I hate pancakes,” she said but Zi Han was quite grateful.

He squeezed a whole lot of syrup on the fluffy pancakes while thanking his grandpa.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” said Zi Feiji while reaching over to ruffle Zi Han’s hair.

“Uh huh,” replied Zi Han his smile as bright as the morning sun.

“Anything good happen?” asked Zi Xingxi before taking a sip of black coffee.

Zi Han placed the fork in his mouth and smiled. Without words that smile was all telling. Zi Feiji stared at his daughter communicating with his eyes.

Zi Xingxi immediately understood so she took out a card from her pocket and gave it to Zi Han. “Your grandfather paid for a two hour massage session at the Opulent stars hotel spa. If you like it he will pay for a year’s worth of massages,” she said but Zi Feiji interjected,

“Three, three months. That shit is expensive.”

Zi Xingxi smiled stiffly and raised three fingers, “Three months membership. How about that?”

Zi Han who much preferred Yi Chen did it for him licked the syrup off his lips before saying, “Oh..... Thank you so much, grandpa.”

‘Well, that sounds insincere,’ thought Zi Xingxi but seeing his father smiling happily she didn’t say anything.

Zi Han gladly put away the card that he intended not to use at all in his interspatial storage. He meant for it to gather dust in there and forget it ever existed.

His happy mood extended all the way to class. He was so happy that he even messed with his deskmate before class. Shorty had colorful elastic bands on his wrist which he got from who knows where. Zi Han found it interesting thus he tugged at one of them and with a snap, Shorty cried out for his mother.

“How bad can it be that you had to cry out like that?” asked Zi Han only for Shorty to take out one of them and put it around Zi Han’s wrist before doing the exact same as Zi Han did to him.

With a loud snap, Zi Han yelped attracting a certain someone’s attention. Yi Chen who had been feeling awkward because of what he learnt last night made sure to avoid Zi Han for much of the morning.

The problem was he might ignore Zi Han but Zi Han was constantly in the back of his mind. This meant whatever Zi Han did or said he would pay attention to it at a conscious and subconscious level.

Zi Han who didn’t even know that his every action was being followed pulled at the elastic band on Shorty’s wrist but before he could pull it to its greatest capacity someone reached over to touch Mr. Twiggles without his permission.

He had left his shark plushy on his desk but if he had known someone would be interested in it he would have packed it away. He let go of the rubber band and smacked that hand away.

The culprit retracted their hand and asked, “Where did you buy this from? Can I buy it off of you?”

Zi Han’s lips twitched as he looked up to face Evan’s smug face. “It’s not for sa-,” he said before a dinging sound on his light brain drew his attention.

YC: Don’t let filthy hands touch Mr. Twiggles.

YC: Otherwise this week’s custody will be revoked.

Zi Han, “Fuck!”

With a rather stiff smile, Zi Han glared at Yi Chen before standing up on his chair and making an announcement.

“Attention everyone. I would like to inform you that this shark is of great importance to me. One can consider it my son so I would greatly appreciate it if everyone refrains from touching it..... or else,” he said only for the annoying red-head to ask,

“Or else what?”

“Or else I will send the class president to beat your ass up.”

Yi Chen, “...”

The entire class burst into laughter while Shaun poked Shorty’s back before asking, “Is he crazy?”

Shorty covered the side of his face with his hand and whispered, “He has always been crazy it’s just that it was mild but now I am not so sure.”

Zi Han who heard everything got off his chair and said, “You two do realize that I can hear you, right?”

Shaun, “...”

Shorty, “We are fucked.”