A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH44

Chapter 44: My Baby Wife Grew Bold—He Actually Stripped My…

Without taking off his pants?

Feng Xun’s gaze shifted down to Jian Tang’s legs. “Did you injure your legs?”

“No.”

Feng Xun eyed him suspiciously.

Jian Tang blinked, radiating a sheer lack of confidence.

“I won’t take your pants off,” Feng Xun said flatly. “Just roll up the pant legs. Let me see.”

Jian Tang complied immediately. There was nothing wrong with his legs, so he had no fear of being inspected.

Feng Xun carefully checked the youth’s pale, straight legs but found absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

Which meant the problem lay either at the base of his thighs or his butt.

“See? No problems, right?” Jian Tang felt like he had successfully cleared the hurdle.

“Mm.” Feng Xun lowered his eyes, picking up a bottle of massage oil from the wooden crate. “But your muscles are a bit tense. You need a massage to relax. Lay flat.”

Jian Tang obediently lay flat.

Suddenly, the man rose. With lightning speed, he flipped the youth over and yanked down his sweatpants in one smooth motion.

Jian Tang: “Ahhhhhhh!!!”

My baby wife grew bold—he actually executed a sneak attack and stripped my pants!!!

Seeing the massive expanse of bruising before his eyes, Feng Xun drew in a sharp breath.

He pinned down the struggling Jian Tang and pulled his underwear down as well. The scene inside was an absolute wreck.

“You hid an injury this severe from me?!”

“It’s not an injury!” Jian Tang desperately tried to salvage his dignity. “It’s… it’s just temporary! It’ll be fine in a few days!”

“How on earth did this happen?” The more Feng Xun looked, the angrier he became—a volatile mix of fury and heartbreak. He genuinely wanted to drag the culprit out and slice them to pieces.

“Who beat you?” he asked.

“No one beat me.”

Feng Xun suppressed his rising temper. “Don’t be afraid. Tell me the truth. I won’t go looking for trouble with them.” I’ll just make them drop dead on the spot.

“Truly, no one beat me…” Jian Tang had no idea how to explain it, spinning a clumsy lie. “Actually, I don’t know what happened either. J-Just after returning from the water park, it turned into this… Maybe I accidentally bumped into something while playing on one of the attractions?”

“…”

Feng Xun closed his eyes, a wave of clarity hitting his heart.

He definitely hadn’t bumped into something while playing on ordinary attractions. With bruising this severe, how could he possibly fail to remember how he hit it? He had highly likely sustained this impact inside the water curtain space.

Perhaps it was an accident during the spatial teleportation, perhaps he had been assaulted by a crazed tourist before he arrived, or perhaps… it was the doing of that little vine monster that had fled into the light film.

Excellent. Once he captured that eerie monster, there would be another item added to his interrogation list.

“Do you truly have no recollection at all?” Feng Xun asked one last time. “Not a single shred of memory regarding it?”

Jian Tang bit his tongue, refusing to reveal the truth, and shook his head firmly. “None.”

…Well.

It looked like erasing memories too cleanly wasn’t entirely a good thing either.

Feng Xun pinched the bridge of his nose, running through the protocol for this scenario in his mind before standing up.

“Stay flat for now. Don’t move around.”

He returned to his bedroom, rummaging through his spatial inventory until he selected a potent medicinal oil specialized in repairing subcutaneous tissue damage. As long as it was applied evenly to the injury alongside a specific massage technique, it would heal significantly overnight.

In truth, there were more instantaneous oral potions available, but the efficacy was far too miraculous, vastly exceeding the medical standards of this plane. It would easily arouse the boy’s suspicion. It was safer to be conservative and low-key.

Jian Tang lay flat on the bed obediently. After waiting for five minutes, he saw his wife return carrying a glass bottle filled with a purple liquid.

“What’s this?”

“A secret family recipe handed down through generations,” his good wife sat down by the bedside, spinning a lie with a perfectly straight face. “A closely guarded secret, specialized in treating your exact condition. Once it’s cured, don’t go spreading it around outside. It’s a top-secret formula.”

Wow— that sounded incredibly impressive.

So impressive that Jian Tang felt a bit embarrassed. “Using something like this on me… isn’t it a bit of a waste? I feel like my butt isn’t that important. It doesn’t deserve such an impressive ancestral recipe.”

Feng Xun: “…”

Feng Xun: “Don’t sell yourself short, Little Tang. Your butt is very important, highly worth treating with absolute care.”

What was wrong with using a ten-thousand-point medicinal oil on a valuable asset worth tens of millions of points? This was an honor for the medicinal oil.

The kind of honor that would bring glory to the oil’s lineage, worthy of being written into the family registry.

“Lay still.” Feng Xun uncorked the bottle, pouring the purple liquid directly over the boy’s bruised flesh. “It might feel a bit cool. Bear with it for a moment.”

Jian Tang didn’t feel cold at all; instead, he found the scent exceptionally pleasant. It felt as though even his tense nerves were being gently soothed.

If he had ever seen what top-tier medicinal oil looked like, he would have identified this scent as the fragrance of the “Sea Glass Flower.” They typically grew inside the siren caves of the Sea of Healing, blooming only once every few centuries—immensely rare and precious.

Few knew that this flower shared a symbiotic relationship with the eerie creatures known as “Sirens.” Compared to healing task-takers or humans, its curative effects on eerie creatures were significantly superior. It possessed miraculous efficacy, especially in regenerating severed limbs.

As a dirt-poor little monster, there was no way Jian Tang could afford a top-tier restoration potion worth tens of thousands of points. Naturally, he knew nothing of this, compliantly allowing his wife to handle him.

Feng Xun rubbed his hands together to warm them, slowly smoothing out the medicinal oil to ensure the Sea Glass Flower juice made full contact with the youth’s skin.

His technique was incredibly gentle. The purples and blues scattered across the youth’s rounded cheeks made the skin of his lower back and thighs look exceptionally delicate and pale. Yet Feng Xun harbored zero untoward thoughts, only wishing for the boy to recover quickly.

…Wait.

It seemed he had already recovered?

As the medicinal fluid absorbed into the skin, the bruising blanketing his buttocks faded at a visible rate. Aside from the darkest area at his tailbone, every stroke of a massage caused the bruising elsewhere to lighten a fraction. The efficacy was instantaneous… simply far too instantaneous!

Was it because an ordinary human body lacked tolerance?

Feng Xun’s expression turned a bit rigid.

Could he have poured too much, when in reality just a few drops would have sufficed?

While a speedy recovery was a good thing, this was simply way too fast. Even using the excuse of an “ancestral recipe,” it would be highly difficult to explain clearly.

After a brief hesitation, Feng Xun slightly increased the pressure of his massage.

A “miracle drug” was hard to explain, so he could only attribute it to his superb massage technique—a master physician reborn, curing ailments with a single touch.

The sensation of his body being healed was incredibly comfortable. Like a dozing kitten, Jian Tang closed his eyes in pure bliss.

He felt as though his buttocks were two pieces of plump, soft dough being rolled and kneaded by his wife. Even his lower back was taken care of, receiving a full-range massage and relaxation.

My wife is so good at this, he thought merrily.

His technique is excellent, it doesn’t hurt at all. It’s so comfortable it feels like my tail is about to grow back.

Just as he was basking in pure bliss, Jian Tang suddenly froze, his eyes snapping open.

Huh?

The back felt wonderfully comfortable, but the front… why did the front suddenly feel pressed and tight?

He reached down to touch it, giving it a light squeeze. A bizarre sensation rippled through his entire body, causing him to instantly freeze up.

It’s not pollination season right now. Wh-Why does it feel like I’m about to bloom??

There were thousands upon thousands of species of eerie creatures, each with their own reproductive habits and patterns. Generally, for plant-type little monsters, if they wished to pass on their lineage, they had to bloom during pollination season. Once the pollinated flowers dropped off, plump pods filled with tiny seeds would grow. Scattering those seeds into suitable soil would yield a massive crop of kinsmen the following year.

Jian Tang had never participated in pollination activities. Firstly, he was busy; secondly, he was poor; thirdly… he was a Remnant.

The tiny seeds inside the pods had to be scattered into the soil of their original world, receiving nourishment from the sunshine and dew of their native plane just like the main body, before they could gradually grow.

Jian Tang lacked an original world. Even if he pollinated, bloomed, and produced seeds, it would be entirely useless.

Although he hadn’t experienced it himself, Jian Tang had heard plant-type colleagues in the factory describe the sensation of blooming: a certain area of the body would first become rock-hard, and subsequently a tiny flower bud would breach out from the hardened spot, developing into a bud before finally unfurling into a gorgeous flower.

Right now, a certain area of Jian Tang’s body was exceptionally hard. He felt as though something was trying to breach out from within. Could I really be about to bloom??

If his wife discovered he could bloom, would he… figure out that he wasn’t a normal human?

The moment this possibility crossed his mind, Jian Tang drew in a sharp breath, hurriedly burying himself flat against the bed.

Simultaneously, he called an emergency halt: “Wife, no more, don’t rub anymore! Stop, stop, stop!”

Feng Xun stopped immediately, also sensing that Jian Tang’s body had suddenly turned incredibly rigid. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

“Y-You go out first,” Jian Tang didn’t dare lift his body off the mattress, frantically waving his hands like a little turtle pinned down by a heavy shell, his small hands flailing. “I want to be alone for a bit.”

“…”

There was an obvious problem; how could he possibly leave?

Feng Xun swept his gaze over, instantly spotting the anomaly. “What’s wrong with your stomach?”

“Nothing,” Jian Tang was highly defensive. “Wife, you aren’t allowed to flip me over… Ahhhhh, why are you doing this again!”

Just like when he stripped his pants earlier, despite Jian Tang’s frantic struggles, the man flipped him over as easily as flipping a pancake, instantly exposing the situation in front.

Because his pants had already been stripped during the massage, the front was entirely unobstructed. Although Jian Tang unleashed explosive hand speed to quickly yank the bedsheet over to cover himself, Feng Xun’s dynamic vision was vastly faster than his hand speed. What needed to be seen had already been seen.

Feng Xun: “…”

Jian Tang: “…”

At this moment, the entire bedroom fell into an absolute, dead silence.

Two silent individuals, two exploding hearts.

After a long while, Feng Xun let out a light cough, averting his gaze awkwardly.

“…You could have just said so.”

He hadn’t expected this to be the situation either. It was merely a normal physiological reaction; why did Little Tang look so panicked?

It had left him mistakenly under the impression that some life-threatening disaster had occurred.

His wife’s reaction left Jian Tang uncertain, and he asked tentatively.

“Wife, you… you saw it?”

“Mm.”

“Do you think… it’s very weird?”

Feng Xun was taken aback. “What’s weird about it?”

Now it was Jian Tang’s turn to be utterly dumbfounded. “Isn’t it weird?”

He had maintained his human form at high intensity for three consecutive years, and that area had always been entirely soft. A situation like this had never occurred before.

Not even once!

Feng Xun thought about it. “When you say weird, do you mean the shape is weird, the color is weird, or that having a reaction during a massage is weird?”

Ah? Jian Tang was completely dazed.

It’s just a flower bud, why on earth are there so many categories of classification?

However, catching the other party’s tone, Jian Tang also vaguely perceived that this situation didn’t seem entirely anti-human. His wife’s level of acceptance was excellent.

“Do you face this kind of situation too?” Jian Tang discreetly fished for intelligence from his human wife.

“Mm,” Feng Xun said. “It’s very normal. Every man is like this.”

Even without untoward thoughts, simple physical contact or external stimuli could lead to an uncontrollable physiological reaction. This scenario was highly common, completely nothing to throw a fit over.

“Oh…”

Jian Tang felt reassured.

He swiftly updated his human knowledge database, but there were still some aspects he didn’t quite grasp that needed to be clarified.

“Is it fine to just leave it alone?” Jian Tang asked.

Feng Xun blinked. “Did you use to just leave it alone in the past?”

The phrase “in the past” made Jian Tang realize that this situation truly was common among human males. He shouldn’t expose the fact that this was his very first time.

Thus, he let out a light cough, adopting a practiced air as he said, “I… I usually used to force it back down in the past.”

Even without participating in pollination season, driven by instinct, Jian Tang would occasionally feel a tiny urge to bloom. During those times, as long as he suppressed the impulse, the flower bud wouldn’t emerge.

Even someone as steady as Feng Xun was slightly shaken by the boy’s completely nonchalant tone. “You… can force it back down?”

“? You can’t?”

“…”

The two stared at each other blankly. After a long moment, Feng Xun spoke slowly.

“You don’t need to be so harsh on yourself… releasing it occasionally is actually beneficial for your body.”

Releasing? How do you release it?

Is it like his plant form, unfurling a flower or scattering tiny seeds?

Jian Tang was highly curious, finding himself wanting to give it a shot.

He felt the area growing increasingly uncomfortable. Perhaps, just as his wife said, directly letting the thing inside out would be much better.

“Th-Then I’ll try it myself,” he said in a small voice. “Wife, don’t look, okay?”

The youth’s ears turned a bit red, likely out of embarrassment, yet his gaze remained so clear and clean—carrying a fraction of bewildered youthfulness and innocence, a purity that made one’s heart tremble.

Clearly knowing he ought to excuse himself, driven by some inexplicable impulse, Feng Xun didn’t leave.

“Do you know… how to do it?”

The other party didn’t speak, but from the youth’s bewildered gaze, Feng Xun already knew the answer.

He actually understood absolutely nothing about this.

Was it because he was an orphan, lacking parents and friends, with a highly limited scope of information regarding the outside world, that he didn’t understand?

Or perhaps… the system had intentionally wiped away this segment during the brainwashing, leaving behind a pure blank space, wanting him to personally initiate the boy?

Feng Xun suddenly felt his throat grow dry. Knowing he couldn’t let things proceed further, he turned to leave, but his wrist was grabbed.

“Wife, I truly am not very clear on how to do it,” Jian Tang said with a bit of distress. “How about… you teach me?”

He held onto his wife’s wrist, sensing the man’s skin was burning hot and his pulse was racing incredibly fast. Huh, is it too hot in the bedroom?

Amidst his confusion, he caught the man’s slightly raspy voice.

“Are you certain… you want me to teach you?”

“Mm, mm!” Jian Tang was highly certain. “Aside from you, wife, I can’t find anyone else to ask anyway.” He lacked human friends, so he had nowhere else to learn even if he wanted to.

Feng Xun’s throat bobbed. His chaotic, struggling thoughts finally found a thread of clear direction.

True enough.

An initiation like this was bound to happen sooner or later. It was vastly better for him to do it than anyone else.

If he ever found out that Jian Tang had asked someone else to teach him… just the thought alone made him want to kill someone.

“Alright.”

Feng Xun took a deep breath, turning around to sit back down.

“I’ll teach you.”

“Uh, I have one tiny request,” Jian Tang said sheepishly. “Wife, can you close your eyes? Don’t look.”

He was worried that his human form might display flaws. After all, he had never researched this segment before; if he let out something bizarre, it would be disastrous, and his wife would definitely be scared away.

Feng Xun stared at the youth fixedly for a long moment, lowering his eyes.

“Alright, I won’t look.”

He closed his eyes. In a world where vision was shut down, his other perceptions instantly sharpened several times over.

He caught the rustle of the bedsheets, caught a sweet and pleasant scent of fresh grass, and felt the youth gently lift his hand, placing it over his warm, smooth, and supple body.

“Wife,” the youth’s voice sounded as though it had been dipped in wine, carrying a fraction of a slightly intoxicated rasp that left one thoroughly enchanted.

“Let’s begin.”

…………
……

The afternoon passed quickly, and night gradually fell.

Having exhausted himself for the day, the youth finished his porridge and went to sleep early after turning off the lights. Although Feng Xun harbored zero desire to sleep, he lacked the mind to do anything else either, lying on the bed in his own room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The blue system panel suddenly popped up. Feng Xun cast a glance; it was a call request from He Mengxing.

He pressed accept, his gaze returning to the ceiling, his expression blank.

The time on the two planes wasn’t synchronized. When He Mengxing received the system’s new version details sent over by Feng Xun, he had just woken up.

After skimming the information, he woke up instantly. Without even brushing his teeth or washing his face, he hurriedly dialed Feng Xun’s number.

“Holy crap, holy crap! You’re already retired, yet your information is still this well-informed!” He Mengxing was highly excited. Over the past few days, he had also been gathering clues regarding the movements of the public dungeon BOSSes. Comparing those against the intelligence provided by Feng Xun essentially verified that the system truly was planning a massive movement next.

Change brought opportunity. The public dungeon BOSSes could obtain their long-coveted freedom. If task-takers also participated in a wilderness clearing like this, wouldn’t they also secure similarly lucrative rewards?

He Mengxing spoke a massive volume of words in high excitement, consisting of analyses of the current situation, outlooks for future prospects, and astonishment at Feng Xun’s information channels. It was only when his throat grew dry and he began to look for water to drink that he suddenly realized—

The entire time, he had been the only one machine-gunning output, while Feng Xun hadn’t let out a single syllable.

“Feng Xun, are you listening?”

No response.

“…”

Damn it! Don’t tell me everything I just said went completely down the drain? This guy fell asleep??

Just as He Mengxing was about to blow his top, he suddenly heard the person on the other end speak.

“He Mengxing.”

“Huh? You finally remembered I exist?”

“I think… I’ve become an absolute beast.”

“?”

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