Shut up! You weird things!
Wood could no longer tolerate the incessant chirping floating in his ears. While the Boss was focused on entering the password to lock the showroom's security door, Wood grabbed the quill that had been advising him to take the lewd route and stuffed it into the mouth of the Medusa head, which was also talking non-stop on the wall. At the same time, he lifted the Ancient Egyptian Cat Mummy, which was attempting to trip him with bandages once again, skillfully wrapped the bandages around its shriveled head.
(Finally—silence!)
Wood was gloating after finishing all of this.
—Cough, cough!
The Boss's cough sounded in his ear.
He looked toward the sound and saw the security door close. The handsome Boss leaned against the security door with his long legs crossed, his deep blue eyes watching him with great interest.
He lowered his head guiltily. The Ancient Egyptian Cat Mummy, which had been wriggling mischievously just a moment ago, had now completely lost all signs of life; it lay lifeless in his grasp, its shriveled head hanging naturally downward.
His gaze shifted slightly to the right—
The Medusa on the wall returned to its bronze texture and opened its hideous maw, as Shakespeare's favorite quill from his lifetime fell from its mouth with a "clatter."
In an instant, the joy of victory vanished, leaving nothing in Wood's heart but—
—Boss! I didn't damage your collection on purpose! They started it—
Put the items back exactly where they were immediately, then come to my office with me.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
..
Click—!
He had lost count of how many times he had walked into the Boss's office, yet Wood was still captivated by the exquisite luxury of the office that occupied an entire floor the moment he opened the door. He failed to notice the black oak door behind him had already been locked, nor did he notice the impeccably dressed Boss standing behind him, his left hand poised to fall upon him at any moment.
In fact, even if he had noticed, he—
You have been here for exactly five months.
Faint, fragmented sounds rang in his ears.
Yes, Boss.
Wood subconsciously tensed his back, not daring to look back.
It was 8:00 PM East Coast time.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling window that covered an entire wall, he could see not only the night view of New York, but also the Boss's handsome face, which was as exquisite as a work of art.
At this moment, the mortal Apollo was using a voice as soft as a lullaby to recount his "crimes."
In your first month on the job, you broke three pieces of porcelain from China, damaged a suit of samurai armor from Japan, stained two oil painting frames from the Renaissance..
Boss! I'm sorry! I will—
Pay to fix it?
The Boss asked back.
Wood fell silent instantly.
And then—
—the 'person' responsible for the Destruction of Museum Collections isn't me! It's your other collections! They stay quietly in their display cases during the day, but once the staff has all gone home at night, they..
What will they do? No one with even a shred of common sense would believe such nonsense, which sounds like a hallucination caused by drug abuse!
But, but.. Boss, I really didn't cause any Destruction of Museum Collections! I am innocent!
Wood was so anxious he was on the verge of tears.
Large tears rolled around his eye sockets, pleading for the Boss's leniency and understanding.
“Innocent?”
Yes! I am innocent!
Wood echoed frantically.
But the Boss—
He gave a cold laugh, then lightly bit his earlobe.
.. Guess.. why I only show up at the exhibition hall when you are on the night shift?
Because, because during work hours, I sneak into the exhibition hall to livestream the Boss's collections to earn some extra income, I forgot that you also follow my You Tube channel.. You're here to catch me.. catch me..
“Is that all?”
The Boss's voice was soft yet carried an undeniable strength. The scent radiating from him caused images of an ancient temple filled with white mist of myrrh and incense, the sounds of monks chanting devoutly, to involuntarily surface in Wood's mind. His consciousness grew hazy, as the Boss's whispers filled his ears, his own voice began to falter.
What are you thinking about?
I..
Have you put on some weight lately? Your old clothes are a bit tight on you, especially—
A scalding large hand landed on his waist, sliding toward the taut area.
As expected, after five months of careful feeding, you are no longer as skin and bones as when you first arrived; you're becoming more supple and fleshy to the touch.. Next week, I'll have the tailor take your measurements again and custom-make two suits for you.. How does that sound?
Boss..
Bathed in the Boss's undisguised gaze, Wood felt a strange ripple in his heart, his body swayed slightly of its own accord.
A suit is the standard formal wear for the modern man.. It is like the armor of ancient knights, the coronation robes of nobles.. It is something that must never be missing from a man's wardrobe..
The Boss's voice lingered in his ear, carrying a burning obsession that could turn clothes to ash.
A flush rose to Wood's face, his breathing began to grow ragged.
“Boss, I..”
.. What?
You know perfectly well that I don't have legal status and it's hard for me to find a decent job. I might never be able to pay back the debt.. You've given me so much, I.. how can I.. how can I.. ever..
Pay off your debts and leave me?
“..”
That sexy voice made Wood's body tremble uncontrollably. Gritting his teeth, he emphasized, "Boss, I don't like the feeling of working off a debt, my phone.. I just bought my new phone on an installment plan yesterday.."
“——!”
The man abandoned his previous tenderness; his left hand wrapped around the man's waist to grasp Wood's hand, while his right hand turned his face, forcing him to meet his deep, ocean-like blue eyes. "I made my requirements clear the very first time we met."
“..”
Even though you are an illegal immigrant whose origins cannot be traced, from the moment I chose you and brought you back from the streets to the Private Art Museum, you became my precious collection, just like everything else in this house.. I clean you and polish you just like a cultural relic, all I require is—
Unknowingly, the two of them moved to the side of the sofa.
The hint could not have been more obvious.
The Boss turned his face away at that moment, also releasing his grip on Wood.
He did not force him; he let Wood choose for himself.
—You can push me away, but once you walk out of this room, you can never come back.
Wood read his body language; a brief moment of hesitation surfaced on his cheeks, which were flushed from the previous ambiguity, then—
Can we change locations? The sofa is a bit cramped.
A narrow space lets us press closer together—or would you prefer the floor?
“..”
If you choose the sofa, I will pay the cleaning costs. If you choose the floor, you will be responsible for the subsequent carpet cleaning fees.
“I..”
After all, you make a mess of the scene every single time.
“..”
Having had his weakness struck, Wood's cheeks flushed red once more, he strained his neck as he argued, "It's not my fault! It's—"
“Is what?”
It's.. it's you.. You're too—mmph!
Wood was unable to say anything more.
Because his lips were sealed by a burning kiss.
Author's Note:
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Please provide the Chinese paragraph you would like me to translate.
Note 2: Not everything in the museum is a mystical object. Mystical items such as the Ancient Egyptian Cat Mummy and Shakespeare's Quill, as well as Medusa's Head, possess quantum-locked properties similar to the Weeping Angels from *Doctor Who*; they remain motionless when they are being monitored or observed (with the exception of the protagonist). Therefore, to ordinary employees, these collections just look a bit strange, they might even find them quite cute if they look at them for a while. The Boss, of course, knows the true nature of these fellows; they collude to bully the male lead, causing him to fall deeper and deeper into debt, leaving him with no choice but to repay it with his body~
Please provide the Chinese paragraph you would like me to translate.
I have personally designed the protagonist's appearance with pale golden hair approaching platinum blonde (his father is lightning, the flames produced by lightning are nearly white) and green eyes (his mother is the trees). He has thin lips and very fair skin due to low pigmentation; his cheeks turn pale pink when he is excited. Due to his amnesia, his exact age is unknown, though he is often thought to be around twenty. Once his face is washed clean, he is frequently approached by both men and women everywhere he goes. (However, the core reason the Boss keeps him is not because of his face.)
Chapter 2: Osiris's Seal (2) A new book has been released, so as per tradition, I'm giving everyone a red envelope. Mwah~
Chapter 2: Seal of Osiris (2)
Although it was an unequal relationship built on a foundation of half-blackmail and half-coercion, he repeatedly emphasized that the man was merely a precious and rare collectible in his eyes, claiming that frequently doing such things to him was a collector's affectionate care for his collection, but—
Deep down, Wood did not hate the Boss at all, nor did he reject doing these things with him.
Because Boss possessed a handsome face comparable to a deity, a physique more robust and beautiful than a Greek statue?
Or was it because Boss would always inspect and maintain his "collection" with such depth and meticulousness, bringing him ultimate pleasure and making him lose himself in it?
Perhaps, it was simply because Boss was the only person in this strange world willing to take him in and give him a sense of stability..
Wood thought to himself in a murmur, boldly embracing the Boss around his waist.
..