Chapter 90: Lamb Stew with Radish

“Heave-ho, heave-ho…”

Liu Liwa chuckled as he busied himself. The texture in his hand was smooth and delicate. The Divine Weapon felt tight and dry, perhaps because it was too tense?

Liu Liwa did not think too much about it and continued working. Unintentionally, he knocked against the bed frame, making a creaking sound. Someone on the bed immediately woke up. Sleeping in the middle, Miss Liuyun, unfamiliar with the environment, was the easiest to rouse. She rubbed her eyes and looked toward the petrified Liu Liwa. The room was too dark for her to see anything clearly, but she could make out his silhouette. In a somewhat raspy voice, she asked, “Young Master Liu, what are you doing?”

As she spoke, Miss Liuyun sat up. Her movement woke the person beside her. The Little Loli rubbed her eyes and mumbled groggily, “Huh? Is it time to eat?”

On the outer edge, Qin Wan’er also sat up lazily. She turned over, lifted the pillow, and reached underneath to feel around. The Silver Notes and silver coins she had recently confiscated were still there. Relieved, she muttered sleepily, “What are you doing in the middle of the night?”

Liu Liwa faced them with his back to the window. Moonlight streamed in, casting him as a dark shadow to the three women on the bed. However, he could vaguely discern their states under the moonlight. The Little Loli sat leaning against the wall, Miss Liuyun propped herself up with one arm, and Qin Wan’er simply sat on the bed, carefully arranging her pillow before turning to look at him with her knees bent.

Qin Wan’er sat on the bed with her legs together and knees bent, while Liu Liwa stood beside the bed. Could such a position allow for intercourse? Yet Liu Liwa distinctly felt the sensation of flesh and blood connection.

Liu Liwa stood there dumbfounded. The atmosphere was eerie. Suddenly, the Little Loli jumped up and pointed at his nose, saying, “Oh, I get it, Brother Liu! You sneaked over to steal those two pieces of lamb, didn’t you?”

“That’s right, the lamb!” Qin Wan’er immediately flipped over and got up, moving quite nimbly. She rummaged under the blanket but found nothing. She yelled, “See! You really came to steal the lamb! I’m telling you, you can’t hog it! Everyone gets a share!”

Lamb? What lamb? Where did it come from? Where was the lamb now? Liu Liwa’s heart trembled violently, as if it were slowly breaking apart.

He maintained the “heave-ho” posture the whole time. The sensation of flesh and blood connection was still there, and the texture in his hand remained soft and smooth, like a young girl’s skin. Yet all three women—Qin Wan’er and the others—remained in positions on the bed that made any intimate activity impossible. Even the possibility of mistaking someone was shattered.

Liu Liwa’s heart grew cold with despair. Overwhelmed by emotion, he erupted.

The three women watched him intently as he trembled. In the darkness, they couldn’t clearly see what he was doing. Besides, he was wearing a long gown with only the hem lifted. They could vaguely make out his crossed hands. Their three pairs of bright eyes were fixed on him, or more accurately, on the two pieces of lamb he had supposedly stolen.

Liu Liwa’s tears flowed straight into his heart. Choking up, he said, “Don’t worry, I won’t hog these two pieces of lamb. I just added some ‘creamy essence’ to them…”

After saying this, Liu Liwa quickly turned away. If they saw him spending the latter half of the night holding two pieces of lamb for “self-amusement,” he would never be able to face the world again. Damn it! If there’s no inflatable doll, one could still use one’s hand! But what’s the deal with using two fresh pieces of meat? Trying to simulate reality?! In the past, people often cursed, “If you can’t afford a man, buy two pieces of meat and do it yourself!” Never did Liu Liwa imagine he would personally put this into practice. Fortunately, there was another curse: “Go home, drill a hole in the wall, and poke it!” At least Liu Liwa hadn’t reached that level!

Liu Liwa felt tormented and restless. He obediently slipped under the covers. By the moonlight, he saw the two pieces of lamb—streaked with red and white, both lean and fatty, full of meaty texture. They were wrapped in a layer of oiled paper, no wonder they felt so smooth and tender. Damn it!

Luckily, no one saw, or it would have been utterly humiliating. Even so, Liu Liwa couldn’t sleep all night. It was pure torture. He didn’t know how long he blushed or how many gray hairs he grew. Finally, daylight came. He could still see that the distinct “creamy” essence on the two pieces of lamb had disappeared, but a shiny liquid still coated them.

While everyone was still asleep, he hurried to fetch water to wash himself and then the meat. Just then, a soft knocking sound came. He opened the door to find Yang Xiaosi standing there with a smile, holding two radishes. “Oh, Xiao Qi, you’re up early! Yesterday, you were so busy I couldn’t hand over the fresh lamb I specially bought for you, so I brought it directly. Since you haven’t eaten yet, I brought two more radishes. Lamb stew with radishes—winter is coming, and this dish will strengthen your foundation.”

Damn it, you’re too late! Last night, these two pieces of lamb already got “stuffed with radish”!

Upon hearing this, Liu Liwa wanted to beat him into a radish. So the lamb was from this guy! But seeing how eager Yang Xiaosi looked, Liu Liwa restrained himself. He also noticed a change in Yang Xiaosi: whenever this guy got benefits, he immediately gave kickbacks to Liu Liwa. It showed his attitude was shifting, and Big Brother’s status was rising.

Liu Liwa took the radishes and glanced at the “essence” still clinging to the meat. He warmly invited, “I’ll cook it myself. Why don’t you stay and have some?”

“No, no,” Yang Xiaosi waved his hands repeatedly. “The guests from yesterday made a mess until late. The rooms are a disaster, and I have to take people to clean up. You enjoy your meal.”

With that, Yang Xiaosi left casually. Adhering to a thrifty and diligent spirit, Liu Liwa lit the fire, boiled water, and sang a Russian song: “Chop-chop the two radishes, toss in some lamb and let it simmer. If there’s no Sichuan pepper or spices, just drip a few drops of essence! Swallow it down in one sour gulp!”

Soon, steaming lamb stew with radishes was served. The girls woke up to the aroma. Qin Wan’er praised, “You’re quite decent, knowing to share the good stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah! The more we share, the more wonderful it is!” Liu Liwa said with a laugh.

Miss Liuyun and the Little Loli also bounded over. They grabbed the fragrant lamb with their hands, smacking their lips as they ate. They washed it down with the steaming lamb broth and refreshing radishes. All three women wore expressions of pure delight, patting their bellies and sighing, “So comfortable! Our bellies feel all warm, like there’s a little baby inside!”

Liu Liwa hid off to the side, snickering. Seeing them unknowingly swallowing the essence made last night’s humiliation worthwhile.

Watching Qin Wan’er swallow a piece of lamb in one gulp, Liu Liwa trembled with excitement, feeling as though he were experiencing deep-throat swallowing. Seeing Miss Liuyun chew slowly and delicately was like watching gentle licking, utterly intoxicating. As for the Little Loli… too evil, better not look!

Sometimes, spiritual satisfaction far outweighs physical pleasure. In other words, the power of imagination knows no bounds!