🔞WARNING:🔞 Though with not much detail, there'll still be a bit of sexually related description in the content below. Readers who aren't comfortable with such a thing, please consider before proceeding.

🔞WARNING:🔞 Although with not much detail, there'll still be a bit of sexually related description in the content below. Readers who aren't comfortable with such a thing, please consider before proceeding.

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Compatible with his towering figure, Yibo's weight was obviously a hard rock on Zhan's small frame. Being pinned on the cold ground by a beastly instinct emanating from the elf king made the poor human boy shiver from head to toe.

"W-what are you doing?" The quaver in his voice sounded seducing to Yibo's ears.

"Punishment," replied Yibo with a croaky voice.

Widening his eyes, Zhan tilted his head up to look at his weak, immobile wrists to see if there was any chance of escape. However, Yibo's grasp was firm enough to rivet him to the spot. After a few tries and still failed to get away, his head slumped back to the floor in disappointment.

Poor Zhan. His initial intention was to wriggle his way out from the beast atop him. But unbeknownst to him that the movement he made just now brought him to the point of no return. The friction caused by his wriggling brushed against the already hard shaft of someone, blowing away the last bits of sanity left in the elf king.

"Yi一, I mean, your majesty, please forgive this servant for whatever he'd done. Okay?" said Zhan in a cute voice, hoping to have mercy granted by the cuteness.

Unfortunately, Yibo's ears were already buzzed by adrenaline. Not a single word of Zhan could penetrate his eardrums, for his whole attention was on something else.

"Let go of me, and we'll talk this out, alright? We can sort一" Zhan was cut off with a gasp. His head was thrown back on the cold, marble floor.

"Good. It's quieter now," remarked Yibo.

Zhan was lost for words. His brain could no longer process anything. A place no one had ever touched before, not even himself, was now being teased and fondled so intimately. It was hard to believe that a pretty boy like Zhan was a virgin. But he really was. His youthful days consisted of earning money and studying that he had no time dating. Nevermind other intense things.

"Your body is quite sensitive. Is this your first time?" Yibo's big palm strokes Zhan's private part over the layer of his pants.

What's he doing? And what's this feeling I feel? Zhan thought to himself. The innocent guy couldn't register the strange feeling that crept up to every inch of his body, making his toes curl.

"Yi-Yibo, s-stop. M-my b-body f-feels w-weird."

Each word, competing with his breath, came out a struggle from Zhan's lips.

"Don't worry. You'll feel good soon."

Before Zhan could ask what exactly did Yibo refer to, he heard the sound of his pants unzipping, exposing his little brother to a waft of cold air. But it didn't take long before the warmth of a big hand shielding it from the coldness.

"Yi- Yibo?"

"Ssh. I'll take care of that weirdness for you."

Why are you taking care of me when it's yours that needed caring?! Though Zhan wanted to scream those words out loud, he had no energy left to do so.

Under Yibo's skillful fingers that went from light to heavy, then switched back from heavy to light from time to time, not to mention the occasional squeeze that was perfectly executed; he was lost in a pleasurable sensation that made his head spin. Seeing how useless it was to resist, Zhan squeezed his eyes shut and allowed his body to be led by whatever it took.

Seeing the one under him finally get to relax, Yibo simpered, looking pleased. He continued doing the task with his hand satisfactorily. In a blink of an eye, Zhan's breath became shallow, and his eyebrows twitched. His mouth was left ajar in a small o-shaped to allow the passage of air to flow in and out, for he found it too hard to breathe exclusively through his nostrils. Giving the experiences he gained as a king, Yibo knew it was time to finalize the moment. He increased the pace of his hand, which subsequently produced a moaning mess out of Zhan.

"Ah!"

With this one word, the big hand was coated with liquidy warmth that was recently ejaculated. The arching hip went lifeless and dropped back to the floor after the exclaim.

"You're forgiven," said Yibo as he got up and released Zhan from his grasp.

"Forgiven my a**. I didn't even ask for an apology."

Though breathless in the afterglow effect, Zhan managed to shout while still lying on the floor, too weak to move.

With a smirk, Yibo walked away and off to the bathroom, probably to go and help his little brother from misery.

LAN YIBO, I'LL BE SURE TO GET BACK TO YOU ONE DAY! MARK MY WORD, YOU PERVERTED ELF KING! Zhan shouted a promise at the back of his head.

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It had been one week since that incident. Every time Zhan wanted to strangle Yibo to death, he thought better than crossing the line. Yibo, on the other hand, acted as if nothing happened and carried on his king's order, which involved bossing Zhan around.

Zhan had already given up on sending the elf king back to his home. After a thorough research week, only 'no result found' turned up on the name Aldous. He finally settled with the decision to take Yibo in to live with him. However, with two people, the expenses were getting higher, and Zhan had to find another job to get extra pay. Every night, he returned home late and fell asleep on either the floor or sofa. But one thing that occurred strange to him was that he always found himself tucked adequately in bed when he opened his eyes in the morning.

One Saturday morning, while having breakfast, Zhan choked and spat on his Tum-Yum flavor instant noodle when Yibo asked a question.

"Where can I find a job?"

"Excuse me?" asked Zhan after he managed to steady his breath after a few coughs.

"After staying for a week, plus, your help in explaining, I understand how to live a life here."

"O-okay?"

"You said that to live here, we need money, right? And to get money, we have to get a job."

"Your majesty. Is the noodle too hot and spicy for you?"

"No. I like it. Why?"

"I just thought the hotness and spiciness were burning your brain that made you blabber things."

Ignoring Zhan's sarcasm, Yibo continued. "It's not my style to live off someone."

"Wow. You learn fast."

"Of course. I'm a king, after all. My brain can catch up with everything."

Oh please, Zhan rolled his eyes discreetly.

"Besides, I see you've been having a hard time lately, trying to maintain the expenses for two. I figure I need to step in and help."

For some reason, Zhan felt touched at the thought. He had imagined Yibo as a spoiled king who liked to abuse his power. No one had thought that there was this sweet side of him too. It was totally unexpected. This seems to make something on the left side of Zhan's chest acting up.

"So, I see this restaurant here is recruiting. Help me apply for it." Yibo turned the newspaper he was holding to face Zhan and pointed at one of the job announcement sections.

"You? Working as a waiter?!" Zhan exclaimed.

"Em," replied Yibo. "It's the same as what you do, isn't it?"

Zhan couldn't help but let a few imaginations run wild in his head. Scenes where the elf king, Lan Yibo, became a waiter.

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Scene 1:

"Hey, you! Waiter with long blonde hair and silver robe, get me a menu," yelled grumpy customer one.

"How dare you use that tone towards me? Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Well, who are you then, pointed-ear boy?"

"I'm the king of the elf. Reigning over the Kingdom of Aldous, in the..."

As Yibo was making a self-introduction, the customer took out his phone and dialed a nearby psychiatric hospital.

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Zhan shook his head, trying to get the scene out of his head. However, with scene one disappeared, scene two arrived. This time it happened when he at least expected Yibo to understand his duty and stopped calling himself king.

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Scene 2:

"I want a big plate of fried rice, one seafood pasta, and a glass of orange juice," said customer one.

*Stared*

"Do you need me to repeat my order?"

*Stared*

"Um, why are you still standing here and staring at us instead of going to place the order?" asked customer two.

"I have no idea what you've just said. The only thing I know is fried rice."

Both customers: "Err..."

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When the scene dissipated from his head, Zhan sighed and muttered, "And then whoever is the boss will declare bankruptcy the next day." He shook his head vigorously. "I can't have that."

"Why are you talking to yourself like a lunatic?" asked Yibo.

The only lunatic here is you! Zhan thought but decided to keep the word to himself. After all, he didn't want to go through another punishment so soon.

"So, what should I do to get a job?" Yibo asked again, refusing to give up.

"You're not giving up, are you?"

"Giving up is never featured in a king's dictionary."

"Fine. I'll help you look and apply for a job. But under one condition."

Raising one of his eyebrows, Yibo stared at Zhan. "And that is?"

"Listen to my guidance." Zhan lifted his chin and stared back, clearly trying to show off who was in charge.

Leaning back with his arms folded, Yibo replied with a crooked smile that depicted how-hard-could-it-be look. "Fine."

Desperately and critically suppressing a wicked smile that was about to appear to the surface, Zhan tapped his fingers on his lap lightly under the table.

Lan Yibo. Welcome to chapter one of 'how to take revenge on the elf king 101', written by Xian Zhan.

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