บททั้งหมดของ No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

"Mm..." Dean let out a noncommittal hum, clearly finding the pressure quite relaxing. He reveled in the rare moment of peace, unable to resist closing his eyes. But soon, his curiosity stirred him awake. "How do you know this technique? It's actually pretty nice," he murmured, lifting his head slightly, and squinting as he tried to glimpse Chen, who sat at the edge of the bed. His tone was lazy, almost feline, like a contented cat basking in the warmth.Chen gently turned Dean's head back, slowly pressing him down again, urging him to relax and lie back. "I taught myself. When I had nothing to do before, I’d read a few books on massage and picked up a bit. If it makes you feel good, I’ll be happy to do this for you more often." His fingers, almost subconsciously, slid down to Dean's neck. "Your neck feels a bit stiff. Have you been feeling any discomfort? Does it hurt?"Dean felt the pressure on the two tendons beside his cervical vertebrae as Chen gently kneaded them. He let out a so

“Relax, it's coming,” Chen told Dean, his one hand seemed to help to support one side of Dean's hip, but in fact, it was a sinking opportunity to knead that softness, while the other hand aimed right at the center of the sensitive spot and began to press down on the protruding part on one side. When the space was made, his fingers eased deeper through that space.After a long ordeal, the void was finally filled. 'Urgh......' Dean's mind vanished the moment he was entered. His chin lifted slightly, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted slightly and his clean face was nothing but filled with a desperate thirst for desire. His waist twisted with great suppleness, tracing the entire upper half of his body in a tantalizing curve.To give Dean even more pleasure, Chen plunged his fingers deeper, with no longer hidden strength and ferocity, he went in straight and even deeper.'Umm ah ...... ah, slow down ......' Dean unconsciously let out a slightly annoyed moan, but he didn't know if it was

Dean took out his phone and gently swiped his finger across the screen, searching for a contact from the Dragon Gang. Each name that passed in front of his eyes made his heartbeat quicken a little more. Finally, he landed on a familiar name—Damon. At the sight of it, Dean’s heart skipped a beat, and his finger came to a halt. He hesitated, memories flooding back like a tidal wave, memories that were tangled and unresolved, ones that made him want to avoid Damon at all costs.He pulled the phone slightly away from his face, lost in thought. No, he couldn’t do this. After all the effort it took to escape from Damon’s grasp, seeking him out again would be like walking straight into a trap. Dean shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. He couldn’t do it—not now, not ever.Suddenly, his gaze landed on another name—Leo. Yes, Leo! A spark of relief flickered across Dean’s face, and his mood lightened a little. Leo was a trustworthy friend, and perhaps he could help. Without a seco

Damon walked unhesitatingly to a corner of the restaurant, choosing a seat with a clear view of Dean. What unsettled Dean the most was that Damon didn’t order anything. He rested his hands leisurely on the table, his eyes fixed unrelentingly on Dean. That gaze wasn’t hostile, nor was it provocative; it carried a deeper weight—an intense scrutiny mixed with an almost unsettling focus. The restaurant staff, clearly intimidated by Damon's commanding presence, kept their distance, none daring to approach or interrupt him.Dean’s mind raced, a torrent of thoughts flooding through him. He had no idea what Damon’s next move might be. Would he suddenly make a scene and forcibly drag Dean away? Or worse, was Leo somehow working with Damon and had lured him into a trap? The invisible pressure bore down on him, every muscle in his body taut with tension. But Dean knew he couldn’t afford to panic. He needed to stay composed and craft the perfect response, and quickly.Leo’s voice broke through hi

Hearing this, Damon turned to Leo, a flicker of puzzlement crossing his eyes. "You’re really hungry?" His tone carried a hint of impatience, as though Leo’s suggestion had disrupted the rhythm of his thoughts.Leo froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Just as he was about to speak, Damon cut him off, calling out to the waiter with a commanding voice: "Waiter, bring out all the cooked food you have. The kid’s starving." His words were blunt and forceful, radiating an unmistakable sense of authority that felt almost oppressive.Meanwhile, Chen wasn’t idle. Turning to the waiter, he said gently, "Could you please bring this gentleman a cup of hot chocolate?" His words, though brief, were imbued with warmth and genuine care. Dean, noticing Chen’s considerate gesture, felt a faint sense of comfort, though it starkly contrasted with Damon’s cold and domineering demeanor.As Chen’s quiet act of kindness played out, Damon’s expression darkened even further. His brows knitted tightly,