Chapter 356: Episode 33.7 Milkshake and Doughnut
"Guild Master? All squad leaders are already in the conference room." Assistant Su carefully peeked through the gap of the half-opened door.
Bai Tingfeng slouched in his chair, looking far more worn out than he should at ten in the morning. The rain-darkened skies outside his office window cast a dreary backdrop, only making his exhaustion more pronounced. And yet, somehow, his skin still seemed to glow.
A miserable Greek god—that was the only way Assistant Su could describe the scene before him.
"Would you like more time, Guild Master?" Assistant Su asked carefully, mindful of Bai Tingfeng’s obvious state.
"No need. I’m fine. Let’s settle the dungeon-clearing schedule for the coming months," Bai Tingfeng replied, voice firm. He rose with his usual commanding presence—but the illusion cracked the moment his knees buckled on his first step.
"Damn!"
"Guild Master! Are you alright?" Assistant Su rushed to his side, ready to catch him. But Bai Tingfeng was no ordinary man—an S-class swordmaster didn’t fall so easily. Though his legs faltered, he quickly righted himself, as if nothing had happened.
Still, the weakness was there.
"I’m fine. My legs must’ve gone numb from sitting too long," Bai Tingfeng dismissed smoothly, not a flicker of doubt crossing his face.
Assistant Su, unconvinced but tactful, simply nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. He had already noticed how distracted his boss had been since picking him up that morning.
Had Guild Master Bai left a conflict at home? Marital issues, perhaps?
Impossible. He had personally seen Master Shen kiss him goodbye—a sweet, customary display of affection that had long since become part of the morning routine.
Ting!
Assistant Su’s phone buzzed with an incoming call from the front desk.
"I’ll go ahead. Handle that before coming to the meeting," Bai Tingfeng instructed, striding out of his office with only the faintest, nearly imperceptible limp.
"Something is going on," Assistant Su whispered to himself as he looked at the disappearing back of his boss.
"Hello?" He then answered his phone, and a crease on his forehead immediately blossomed. "What a food delivery? Master Shen?"
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"We are minimizing the possibility of the Cardinals interfering with our dungeons. Starting next week, each site will be cleared twice as often as usual. Keep the mana levels low so none of them destabilize, even if those terrorists deploy their mana-diffusing devices." Bai Tingfeng’s voice carried through the conference room—calm, clear, and utterly authoritative.
He tapped the screen where the updated charts glowed. "Here is the revised schedule for the month. Follow it. No one gets sloppy. Watch each other’s backs. These are dangerous times."
"Understood, Guild Master!" the room chorused, their voices sharp with respect.
"Good. Now, let’s review the present status of all dungeons—"
The doors swung open with a sharp bang. All heads turned as Assistant Su strode in, a paper bag from a well-known café dangling from his hand.
"Assistant Su." Bai Tingfeng’s eyes narrowed, his tone clipped. "This is not the time for coffee runs. We’re in the middle of something important."
The towering alpha instantly deflated, scratching his head sheepishly. "Apologies, Guild Master... but this isn’t from me. It’s from Master Shen. For you."
For the first time that morning, Bai Tingfeng’s composure cracked.
"For... me?" He actually pointed to himself, like an idiot. A flush spread across his usually pale face, turning it a betraying shade of pink. The more he tried to keep his expression stern, the more obvious it became: he was touched. Overjoyed. Completely undone.
People can act carelessly and blindly. However, with such a blatant reaction, the other people in the conference can’t act like they don’t see their boss.
"Wow," one squad leader muttered under her breath, awed. "I heard the Guild Master was whipped, but this is the first time I’ve seen him this flustered."
Naturally, with his S-class senses, Bai Tingfeng heard it loud and clear. He sent her a glare sharp enough to silence the entire room. Not another word was breathed.
He needed the quiet anyway—his heart was already hammering, butterflies wreaking havoc in his chest. Against every protocol he set for himself, he fished his phone out of his pocket. And there it was, Shen Yuan’s message:
Yuan:I sent you some snacks to keep your energy up. I figured you’d need it... considering what we did.
Yuan:
Don’t forget to eat well, my sexy, sexy gong.Yuan:Looking forward to our next session tonight. (Kiss emoji) I missed your milkshake already (lip-bite emoji) (peach emoji)
"Ehem—!" Bai Tingfeng nearly choked on his own saliva. His face lit up crimson as he shoved the phone down, praying no one had caught a glimpse of his expression.
But even heaven knows that is impossible.
"Alright, give it here. Let’s continue." Bai Tingfeng forced his voice into its usual steady cadence, as if nothing had just rattled him.
Assistant Su obeyed, but true to his meticulous nature, he didn’t just hand over the bag. Instead, he unpacked it piece by piece, arranging the food neatly across the table as if he were presenting sacred offerings to a deity.
Scattered gasps immediately broke out.
"Whoa! Is that the famous peach doughnut?!" one guild member blurted, practically falling out of their chair. "That’s the one blowing up on social media! People line up for hours just to get a box!"
Another leaned forward, eyes wide with envy. "I’ve heard it’s not just delicious, but insanely pretty, too! Seeing it now, this doughnut surely lives up to the hype. I’ve never even managed to taste one... ugh, so unfair."
Then his gaze landed on the drink that came with it—and his expression darkened with even greater envy. "Wait... is that the café’s signature milkshake?!"
That was all it took. The squad leaders—alphas and betas alike—immediately started gushing like fangirls. All of them praise how good a husband Shen Yuan is.
"I swear, I’d die happy if I married someone as thoughtful as Master Shen!"
"Master Bai really hit the jackpot!"
Every new round of rainbow farts only deepened the rosy flush creeping up Bai Tingfeng’s face.
Of course, none of these clueless scoundrels had the faintest idea about the inside joke baked into this "sweet gesture."
That peach-shaped donut? Oh, Shen Yuan didn’t just buy it for its popularity—he bought it as a cheeky nod to his own round, pink, peachy ass. Subtle? Not at all. Suggestive? Absolutely.
And that milkshake? That was no innocent beverage. It was a reminder. A direct, filthy callback to last night, when after a mind-blowing, soul-sucking blowjob, they’d gone at it like rabid beasts.
Shen Yuan had wrung him dry, literally. Every last drop of his cum ended up in either his husband’s mouth or his womb.
"Mm, this has to be the thickest and freshest milkshake I’ve ever tasted," Shen Yuan struck his usual unhinged euphemism after swallowing a mouthful of semen, his lips red and glistening, white droplets smeared across them like artful sin.
The memory seared itself into Bai Tingfeng’s mind, and now it replayed in crystal clarity—every detail, every sound, every flash of that fox’s wicked grin.
No wonder he’d been so distracted all morning.
How was he supposed to function when his brain kept serving him smut reels on loop? Worse—his body kept responding, hardening every time the memory slipped in.
Bai Tingfeng dragged in a shaky breath, his composure hanging by a single thread. If Shen Yuan didn’t stop this nonsense soon, he was convinced he’d die—whether of heart attack or sheer, merciless blue balls.
He had no choice. He needed to finish this meeting fast before his "milkshake problem" finished him.
"Ehem! Is this a frat party? Why are you yapping like excited dogs?" Bai Tingfeng shut his crew up.
The lively noise instantly died down.
"We are in the middle of an important discussion. Let’s continue where we left off," Bai Tingfeng stirred the focus of the discussion to their original topic. This time, he looked more composed.
The squad leaders of the Baihu Guild made an affirmative response, sounding subservient. But deep inside, they knew that their guild master was speeding up the meeting because of his desire to go home quickly.
Who wouldn’t want to stay at home when the person waiting for them is as gorgeous and as caring as Shen Yuan?
After that meeting, whispers of Shen Yuan’s thoughtfulness and Bai Tingfeng’s endearing reaction spread silently in the guild like a sneaky fog during winter mornings.
Don’t assume that just because most of the guild are fighters or hunters, they’re all stiff, straight-faced, and military-like. In truth, these people love gossip as much as anyone else—maybe even more.
Soon enough, news of Shen Yuan and Bai Tingfeng’s love story reached the wrong set of ears.
"That’s his reaction, yet he didn’t even bother to send me a message? Hah. I suppose this is his way of begging for a beating." The celestial fox spirit lazily rolled his tongue after hearing Gu Jinpeng’s report.
At the time, he was in the library, watching his son carefully trace out his own name. With only a week left before school started, Yanyan needed every bit of practice he could get with his basic skills.
Shen Yuan took the pleasure of guiding his son. But for now, he let himself be distracted by his husband’s dorkiness.
He checked his phone. Still, no text from Bai Tingfeng.
"Why don’t I call him and tease him some more?" Shen Yuan said to himself, sporting a cunning smirk. He was about to call Bai Tingfeng when suddenly, his phone rang first, and an unfamiliar contact appeared on his screen.
"Hello? Who is this?" Shen Yuan asked straightforwardly upon answering. This is his personal phone, known only to a few people he personally knows. Whoever is calling him must be one of the few people he met before.
A cool, gentle voice responded. "Hello, Yuan. This is Director Song of Qilin Academy. I have some important matters to discuss with you. Are you free to talk?"
Surprised, Shen Yuan cocked his eyebrow. Okay, what on earth is going on?