All Chapters of No Way ! Mafia Again ?!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Leo let out a deep breath before answering, his tone carrying a hint of something complex, perhaps even unease. "Chen carried you back to your room," he said, his words weighed down by the emotion in his voice. Noticing the confused look still on Dean’s face, Leo continued, his voice a little more tentative. "I was worried that Chen might take advantage of the situation, so I followed him, just to see if he’d do anything strange."A faint, awkward smile appeared on Leo's face as if he were trying to justify his actions. But the smile quickly faded as he became serious again. "But when I saw him, he just made sure you were settled and then left your room almost immediately. He didn’t do anything. So, I went back to my room and went to sleep, relieved."Dean listened carefully to Leo’s explanation, trying to piece together the fragments of his own memories from the night before. Chen carried him back to his room. He couldn’t remember that at all. But, from Leo’s description, and the fac

Damon's transformation was unmistakable. His touch no longer carried the forceful urgency it once did. Instead, a newfound gentleness and patience were imbued with a warmth that surprised Dean. It reminded him of Chen—steady, soothing, and disarmingly calm. For a fleeting moment, Dean felt disoriented, as though the Damon before him wasn’t the same person he had known. The soft glide of Damon’s fingers along his cheek seemed to seek something unspoken, a subtle response. His deep voice murmured close to Dean’s ear, "I can really change for you." The words sent Dean’s heartbeat into an erratic rhythm, a strange warmth swelling in his chest.But then, the kiss began to shift. The earlier tenderness gave way to a growing intensity, each touch of Damon’s lips deepening with unspoken longing. Dean could feel the heat radiating from him, the soft graze of hands on his back becoming more deliberate, more searching. Damon’s actions hinted at a growing hunger, his body pressing closer, the spa

Dean frowned deeply, his thoughts churning with confusion and anger. He couldn’t simply let this matter slide; it gnawed at him like an unresolved knot. Determined to get to the bottom of it, he strode out of the room, his steps brisk and purposeful, the weight of unease pressing heavily on his chest. Without hesitation, he headed straight to find Chen.As he reached the living room, his eyes immediately fell upon Chen standing there, calm and composed, as if utterly unaffected by what had just transpired. His expression was unreadable, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Dean.“Chen!” Dean called out, his voice sharp and laced with restrained fury. “Leo said you hit him—is that true?”Chen turned his gaze toward Dean, his demeanor unruffled, showing neither guilt nor concern. With a deliberate nod, he admitted his actions without a hint of remorse. “Yes,” he said plainly. “I had someone teach him a lesson.” His tone was so casual, so matter-of-fact, that it felt as though

Chen finally spoke, his tone shifting from playful to more sincere, his voice carrying a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. "At first, I punished Leo simply because I was afraid, he might take you away from me. Then I saw you get angry, and I realized how much you care about him as a friend. I was scared you’d leave with him, so I tried to get him to join the Cobra Gang. That way, you both could stay here, and I wouldn’t have to fear you leaving. But I never expected Leo to refuse."His voice became rougher, the glass in his hand slowly emptying. He lifted his gaze to meet Dean’s, eyes filled with confusion as if struggling to distinguish between what was real and what wasn’t. "If you really want to go back to the Dragon Gang......, could you at least be open to something? I don’t mind having an affair, as long as I can still have some connection with you. That would be enough for me."Dean froze. He had never seen this side of Chen before—so raw and filled with insecurity.

Chen's words left Dean stunned. It felt as though his throat had been tightly constricted, and for a long while, he couldn't find the words to respond. His mind was a swirl of emotions—touched, yet overwhelmed by a complex mix of feelings he couldn’t quite name. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in reply, but found himself utterly lost for words.It seemed Chen didn’t wish to linger on the subject any longer. With a soft sigh, he spoke again, "Let's leave it at that. I want to sleep." His voice carried a trace of fatigue, and his eyes drifted closed, signaling that he no longer wished to discuss anything further.But Dean didn’t back down. His voice, gentle yet persistent, filled the quiet room. "How about... you turn over for a moment? No, wait, you can’t press on the wound... I’ll just gently wipe your hands and feet, I won’t disturb you, it’ll be quick." His tone was filled with both care and resolve as if he were terrified that Chen might refuse.Chen remained silent f