Under the cover of the blanket, they moved slowly. Although the movements were not significant, the stimulation they brought was unprecedented.
Zhi Xian paused for a moment, removed the obstructing fabric, disdainfully tossing it under the bed. Embracing the body that brought him extreme comfort, the two of them nestled closely together, moving in sync as they kissed, intimately entwined.
After a while, with a forceful thrust, Zhi Xian finally entered completely.
“Ugh!” Tong Xiaosong couldn’t bear it and lifted his head, his slightly curled hair falling around, a few strands sticking to his sweaty cheeks, fragile as if he could break at any moment, crystalline tears sliding down his cheek.
Zhi Xian kissed away the tear, gently kissing the corner of Tong Xiaosong’s eye, softly saying, “Don’t cry, I love you, I want to become one with you.”
Tong Xiaosong sobbed, “I-I didn’t cry, Zhi Xian, it’s strange, my body is acting strangely, it’s not under my control anymore, I-I didn’t mean to cry, but you’re making me feel so comfortable, I’m happy…”
Zhi Xian took a deep breath, pulling Tong Xiaosong’s hand downward as he continued his movements, murmuring softly, “Touch yourself, have you ever touched yourself like this before?”
Tong Xiaosong’s hand lowered beneath him, feeling somewhat flustered and unsure of what to do. Instinctively, he grasped onto that thing, and with a slight movement, he was overwhelmed.
“No, never…” he cried.
Zhi Xian persisted, unwilling to let him off, pressing further, “Never even once?”
Tong Xiaosong, feeling ashamed, wished he could just die on the spot, pleading, “Please, please don’t ask…”
Even though the previous stimulation was intense, it felt incomparable to what was happening now. Despite his head spinning, he could still feel every movement of that foreign object.
***
Gradually finding pleasure, rhythmic sounds echoed beneath the covers.
Underneath the covers, Tong Xiaosong’s legs were entwined around Zhi Xian’s waist, his ass slightly lifted off the bed, round and firm, meeting upwards, while a large object thrust in and out with effort.
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Tong Xiaosong couldn’t control himself anymore and let out a louder cry, becoming increasingly unable to withstand it.
The large object continuously thrusts in and out between the soft buttocks, with the constant sound of collision echoing.
The hot and humid bodies, mixed with sweat, creating a scene of passionate entanglement, with the lower part drenched in a red and muddy mess.
Tong Xiaosong’s lips were half-opened, crying out in helplessness, as if he would lose consciousness under the intense stimulation in the next second.
Zhi Xian tightly pursed his lips, his expression becoming more serious, his movements growing larger and more forceful.
Suddenly, with a loud slap, the lower part thrust deeply, pressing tightly together.
Zhi Xian remained motionless, looking dignified and serious, as if he were doing the most serious thing in the world.
The large object pulsated twice within the soft passage, under the pressure of the flesh, fiercely releasing scorching substance.
Tong Xiaosong’s body convulsed, his cries elongated in tone, his legs trembling weakly, even the flesh on his ass quivering.
After two minutes, Zhi Xian took a heavy yet relieved breath, slightly relaxed. He looked down at the still connected parts of their bodies, then gently retreated, bringing out a cloudy fluid.
Tong Xiaosong felt as if he had experienced death, his entire body soaked in sweat, his limbs limp and sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath as if on the brink of death.
Zhi Xian smiled and pulled the blanket back over them.
He leaned over the soft body beneath him, lowering his head to gently kiss, his actions and gaze filled with tenderness, as if caressing his most cherished treasure.
After a moment of relief, Tong Xiaosong, with a tearful voice filled with doubt, tremulously asked, “Th-this, this is… the simplest?”
Zhi Xian couldn’t help but laugh, leaning affectionately over his lips and softly saying, “Yes, it’s the simplest.”
***
In the dorm room, Tong Xiaosong moved out, and a new roommate moved in.
Two days later, while eating at the school cafeteria, Wu Mabo complained about the new roommate with an unpleasant expression.
“Being messy is one thing, but stealing things! Even worse than Lei Haoyu!”
Wen Dong sighed, “We can only keep our own things safe.”
Tong Xiaosong pursed his lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed. After he left, Wu Mabo and Wen Dong were left to deal with the mess, while he enjoyed a carefree life every day.
Glancing at Zhi Xian, who smiled ambiguously at him, Tong Xiaosong hurriedly lowered his eyes, too embarrassed to look again.
Seeing this scene, which was already distressing enough, Wu Mabo couldn’t bear it and covered his heart, placing his hand on Wen Dong’s shoulder, feeling the need to calm down.
Wen Dong smiled and placed a piece of fish in Wu Mabo’s plate, implying something as he said, “Let’s encourage each other…”
Tong Xiaosong looked strangely at the two in front of him. “Encourage each other for what?”
Wen Dong smiled, “For studying. We need to study together and make progress.”
Tong Xiaosong: …?
***
With Zhi Xian around, each day seemed to get better than the last. His grades improved, and the school’s financial aid came through. Every day was carefree without any worries.
Tong Xiaosong divided the money, keeping some for his sister, some for living expenses, and another portion for buying gifts for Zhi Xian.
The few hundred yuan, not much, were carefully allocated by Tong Xiaosong.
At night, the two would cuddle under the covers, intimate as if there were only each other in the world.
Over time, Tong Xiaosong became less shy about intimate matters and instead began to look forward to being with Zhi Xian.
***
Tong Xiaosong and Zhi Xian still ate together with Wu Mabo and Wen Dong in the cafeteria.
Ke Lin returned for a few days and then left again, coming and going as he pleased.
One noon, when Wen Dong and Wu Mabo sat down, their faces looked grim.
Tong Xiaosong asked with concern, “What happened?”
Wu Mabo replied angrily, “Fuck, don’t mention it. That asshole who stole things is dead now, what bad luck.”
Tong Xiaosong’s heart skipped a beat, his face turning pale instantly, and he subconsciously looked at Zhi Xian.
Zhi Xian’s face flashed with surprise, and he quickly clarified, “This has nothing to do with us. How did he die?”
Wen Dong, chewing on a bun, frowned and said, “He stole things at an internet cafe off-campus and got beaten to death by some thugs.”
Zhi Xian responded, “…That’s purely his own fault.”
👀 That was quite the read this morning. Thanks for the chapters!!
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Ohhh finally
The intimate scenes are soo good
Thanks for giving 4 updates
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Those scenes were so good! Thank you for the chapters!!
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Poor wen dong and wu mabo seemed to be cursed with awful to worst roommates 😭 their peaceful lives are so fleeting
_(:3」∠)_ It’s like they spent all their roomie luck to get paired up with Ke Lin the House Deity and Tong Xiaosong the ghost magnet (and consequently Zhi Xian the ghost master)-
At least they’ve got life and death buddies out of it, even if the subsequent roomies are all awful. Literally.