CHAPTER 63: A GLOOMY REPTILE

Joshua’s silence was truly too loud. Nine couldn’t help but pause for a moment, weighing his words before speaking: [You are 17. It’s normal to have a wet dream at this age; there’s no need to panic.]

Joshua was still submerged in shock. When he was this age, the apocalypse had already begun in his past life. A year later, he was locked up in the laboratory. For those three years, he never saw himself having any reaction. He didn’t pay much attention, honestly. At that time, surviving was impossible, dying was impossible; no one had the luxury to care about such things. If it failed to function, then so be it.

It was just his first time experiencing this, and Joshua couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. He hesitated, asking: "If I just leave it alone, will it go down?"

This time, Nine honestly doubted whether Joshua was actually just a NEET who only knew how to hide at home with his secret 24GB file folder.

Nine felt he should retrieve some self-help data for Joshua, but that didn’t felt very kind to Joshua’s eyes...

But Joshua didn’t pay much attention to that. He had already picked up his phone. Anything he didn’t know, he’d search on the internet. Too simple.

Nine roared: [Remember to turn on incognito mode!]

Joshua jumped, obediently doing as he was told. He felt intensely hot right now, his hands were slightly burning, and that area was so uncomfortable. The previously uncomfortable pain, the hot breath, the urgent sensation of wanting release—it all felt so strange.

The feeling of having nothing before was better.

Joshua frowned, quickly starting his search.

"Joshua, wake up."

Just then, Luther’s voice suddenly rang out. Joshua flinched, his phone falling onto the bed mattress. Why did he suddenly feel guilty, as if he had been doing something bad?! Even though he told himself this was normal, Joshua’s face flushed red and hot. He felt as if all his blood was rushing to his face and that difficult-to-mention spot.

At the same time, Luther, by habit, pulled Joshua’s blanket down, his cool hand pinching Joshua’s cheek. He frowned: "Joshua, why are you so hot? Are you sick?"

Joshua shot up, shaking his head: "No, I’m fine."

[Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal. Just remember that Luther has already compared dicks with his friends.] Nine consoles.

Joshua: "...I’m not Luther."

Luther looked at Joshua’s flushed face, raising an eyebrow: "Were you doing something bad hiding under the blanket?"

Joshua closed his lips, wanting to use duct tape to seal Luther’s mouth.

Justin looked worriedly at Joshua and asked, "Joshua, are you feeling unwell?"

Joshua shook his head, then nodded forcefully: "You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up later."

Luther squinted his eyes at Joshua. Joshua truly wanted to cry. Henry’s cold voice suddenly rang out: "Let’s go." With that, he took the lead and walked out.

Luther looked seriously at Joshua: "If you don’t feel well, remember to call me."

Joshua nodded frantically. It wasn’t until the dorm door closed again that Joshua finally let out a breath and sprinted into the bathroom at his fastest speed.

But there was still one more problem.

"Nine, why are you still here?" Joshua mumbled. By now, he had steeled himself and grabbed that thing of his. The corners of his eyes were red, coupled with his moist eyes, making him look honestly on the verge of tears.

Nine couldn’t help but clear his throat: [Everything from the neck down is mosaic-ed. You don’t need to worry.]

Joshua felt this whole thing was strange: "Go surf the net."

Nine: [...]

Joshua heard the familiar sound of a chair scraping. Only then did he clamp his lips shut, looking seriously at his lower body as his hand began to move.

In reality, Nine hadn’t left at all. He felt there was no reason to. Firstly, everything was already mosaic-ed, and he didn’t need to do anything online right now. Above all, they were both men—what was there to look at!

Nine thought to himself, yet still couldn’t resist glancing at Joshua.

Joshua was so pale that even his joints were pinkish. That area... would that area be pink too?

Unfortunately, everything was mosaic-ed; he couldn’t see anything.

All he saw was Joshua frowning, sweat running down his face, his eyes vague, uncomfortable, and ecstatic.

This was the first time Joshua had tasted this sensation. His expression was still so naive, so awkward, so pitiful.

Joshua, you’d better not make that face before anyone else.

"Ah... hah... hah..."

Suddenly, Joshua let out a slight moan. His whole body trembled, and a tear escaped, rolling down to his chin.

Joshua felt his hand had gone completely numb. He stood up, his legs trembling slightly, and awkwardly washed everything clean.

Nine witnessed everything like a dark, shadowy creature, watching Joshua’s face flush red with embarrassment, dizzy with pleasure. He was the first person to witness all of this!

But then Nine suddenly realized something: [Joshua, so who did you dream about last night?]

The first dream related to Joshua’s lust—who did Joshua dream of?

Joshua had now reached the practice room. After taking a cold shower, he felt much more normal.

Hearing the question, he couldn’t help but frown. A face flickered in his mind, but he shook his head: "Don’t remember anything."

[Really?] Nine expressed his disbelief.

Joshua couldn’t help but say, "Why do you care? I didn’t dream about you, so don’t worry."

Nine only felt annoyed. He repeated himself: [You are not allowed to date, okay? You have to be an idol!]

Joshua was irritated by Nine’s nagging: "I’ve already given you the answer to all that before. I won’t change my mind."

Nine recalled that Joshua had previously said he wouldn’t hide it if he met someone he liked.

This frustrated Nine, and he spoke without restraint: [If you dare to date and let it affect your work, I will kill you!]

He immediately kicked his chair and left.

Joshua frowned, finding Nine increasingly incomprehensible, but it didn’t matter. He hadn’t expected anything from Nine in the first place.

Their practice session concluded smoothly, except the others knew Joshua painted his nails, and the whole group gathered around, demanding that Joshua paint theirs too.

Joshua didn’t mind and painted everyone’s nails in turn.

Looking at his ten fingernails, Will blinked and said, "I want to wear my earrings again."

Joshua heard this and nodded: "That would be very cool."

Leonard looked at his nails, not understanding what was cool about this, but Joshua seemed to like it anyway.

In the following days, their training continued normally. They also met Atlanta, although only three of the seven members showed up.

Time passed quickly. After another episode aired, the live performance was quickly approaching.

Throughout this period, Joshua’s family points increased to over 100,000, meaning he was more than halfway through the mission.

Nine was extremely excited: [Your reputation is increasing steadily. After you make it to the final round, there will be other activities, and everything will be smoother. This life of daily practice and performing is about to end!]

"When I debut, I’ll still have to practice and perform though..."

[Of course not, you idiot! By then, there will be game shows, brand endorsement deals, and other work.]

"You seem pretty confident that things will go smoothly for me, huh?" Joshua adjusted his outfit slightly, smiling as he spoke.

[What do you think?] Nine grumbled.

"I think it’s great. Let’s go."

Just then, Justin appeared. He smiled and said something, looking extremely cheerful. He grabbed Joshua’s wrist and pulled him out of the dressing room. Their stage was ready to shine!