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The surroundings were quiet, and the light from the energy-saving bulb shone around them like thin ice.
The whole thing had a kind of surreal and absurd feeling, but both Xia Tian and Bai Jingan knew that it was not the case. An inexplicable horror would soon befall them.
Bai Jingan took a deep breath.
“It’s not a big deal,” he finally said.
He maintained a poker face as if the whole thing was a very simple matter, nothing to worry about, and could be done quickly.
Xia Tian nodded and looked up at him.
They all knew that nowadays, you couldn’t survive without destroying a part of yourself. You had to sell everything to get a little chance, but in the end, you might still get nothing.
Xia Tian remembered what Zhi Leng had said to him when he had first arrived in the Upper City. He didn’t think much of it. In the Lower City, his mother and sister had sold themselves, otherwise they couldn’t have survived. It was just that he held a gun for money.
He didn’t mind if there was blood or something else on the money. He just… felt angry. He could never forgive.
He leaned in slowly and kissed Bai Jingan’s lips. The kiss was very gentle, filled with warmth. He remembered kissing the man before, on the battlefield that was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as a very funny joke.
A voice came through the earbuds, “No.”
Both of them froze for a moment, and the voice continued, “Use your tongue. Kiss wetly.”
They realized who it was. It was the Chief Director, Jakowski, who had been brought in from the Killing Show. He was the best planner of the year, and he was the one who had come up with this compromise plan. His voice was indifferent, subdued, and absolutely drunk.
The world morphed into a nightmare around him. He felt like he was sinking, slipping further into the abyss. He felt like the whole world had fallen asleep and left him alone in the darkness.
Xia Tian wanted to step back, but Bai Jingan grabbed him.
They kissed again. Neither of them were strangers to sex—although Bai Jingan seemed uninterested in such matters—they knew how to kiss their bed partner, how to tease. Xia Tian was familiar with Bai Jingan, knew his style of attacking, his way of thinking, the angle at which he shot, and Bai Jingan was the same with him.
But this… this was definitely a part of each other they didn’t want to know.
Yet the kiss began, as if it was their first kiss. Bai Jingan cautiously licked Xia Tian’s lips. Xia Tian parted his lips before gently biting his tongue…
Xia Tian was not unfamiliar with this kind of playful flirting, but doing it with Bai Jingan felt like entering a strange territory. It made him extremely nervous and made his scalp tingle.
They exchanged a lingering, wet kiss. It began as a gentle exploration, but then grew more confident as they learned each other’s kissing style, the feel of each other’s lips and tongue, and the excessive intimacy.
Bai Jingan kissed like… Bai Jingan. Xia Tian didn’t have any words to describe it. The man was as tense and careful as him, as if he was walking on extremely thin ice.
They broke the kiss. Bai Jingan, with an impassive expression, dragged Xia Tian to the bed, the tingling sensation of the kiss still lingering on their lips.
Xia Tian took off his white T-shirt with cracked ice patterns on it, and Bai Jingan unbuttoned his ebony shirt. He still had a menacing, intimidating, and dangerous aura. His movements were steady, and he put on a look of being in control and behaving like everything was no big deal.
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Even when engaged in such activities, the two stars of the Killing Show still maintained a fierce and calculating demeanor. Their coldness and determination in action was something the porn stars couldn’t replicate—they knew which path to take and which consequences must absolutely not occur.
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With a frosty expression, Bai Jingan removed his shirt and threw it to the ground. He was the kind of person who dominated everything, his icy demeanor a mere mask for the simmering hostility that ran deep within him. He always walled himself off, convinced that the light, the air, and even people’s gazes were all enemies that would hurt him. Now Xia Tian knew, they indeed could.
Now he was exposed under the lights, scars etching a map of past battles across his body.
—They were all bite marks.
It was as if he had once fallen into a monster’s cage and been eaten, broken into pieces, but barely pieced back together. His body was rigid and his breathing rapid, yet his muscles were full of strength. He held himself with a predator’s control, still capable of taking lives at any moment. This was the body of a warrior forged in the fires of suffering.
Now, the wounds and pain he had hidden were laid out for the scrutiny of the bigwigs. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his body, a cold dread radiating from his core.
The drug then began pulling him down and at this moment, he appeared extremely fragile, yet extremely sexy. becoming a luxury item for the elite consumers of the Upper City. He’d become a luxury item for the elite consumers of the Upper City, ultimately delivering the twisted thrill they craved for.
Xia Tian also tossed aside his T-shirt, his bare upper body exposed under the lights. His physique was close to the perfect golden ratio, with broad shoulders, slender arms, and a sudden tightening of the lines down to the waist. He was slim yet full of explosive power.
Compared to Bai Jingan, Xia Tian’s injection took a bit longer to take effect—his body was still a mishmash of healing potions—but it had already begun.
He could feel the stirring in his body, the urgent craving for something more primal.
He and Bai Jingan pressed their naked bodies together, exchanging kisses from time to time. Xia Tian didn’t know if those people would find this kind of scene erotic. They were both covered in wounds, typical bodies of warriors from the Killing Show. The physical contact and uncontrollable desires carried stiffness and despair. It felt almost incestuous.
Bai Jingan’s right hand strongly grasped Xia Tian’s shoulder, his nails digging into his skin, and his body was extremely tense, like a bowstring that could break at any moment.
Xia Tian reached for the blanket beside them, when suddenly a voice came through the earbuds, “Don’t use the blanket.”
Xia Tian’s movement froze for a moment, then slowly he let go of the blanket.
Bai Jingan raised his hand, touched Xia Tian’s hair, and pulled off his hair tie, which he then looped around his own wrist.
Xia Tian’s hair fell down, and he leaned in to kiss him, forming a small private space between them.
“I’m fine,” he said.
Xia Tian rubbed the tip of his nose against his face, seeking some kind of stability and comfort. The man’s fingers ran through his long hair, his movements very gentle.
He looked at the wound on Bai Jingan’s chest, which looked like it had come from a three-pointed claw, the deepest one almost slicing through the heart. He imagined that the attack must have been sudden enough to snatch life away in a blink, but Bai Jingan had reacted quickly, dodging at the critical moment, standing firm, and killing the opponent. He could picture his controlled and efficient movements, fueled by anger which he could not vent anywhere.
A soul trapped in the depths of hell by those monsters, he was bloodied and crippled, yet extremely restrained and tough. He had fallen to such a state, but he was still trying to comfort him.
Xia Tian wanted to kiss the wounds, unrealistically thinking that he could soothe them. He leaned over and licked them, and the man shivered.
But his fingers in his hair only tightened slightly for a moment before quickly loosening, as if afraid of hurting Xia Tian.
The person on the other side of the earbuds said, “Take off your clothes.”
The aging light bulb flickered, and the room plunged into an instant blackout, as if plummeting into the abyss from the real world.
Xia Tian was not unfamiliar with sex, but this was indeed his first time with a man—he was quite sure it was the same for Bai Jingan. They had never tangled with a naked person of the same sex nor had they thought about it, let alone penetration and ejaculation.
This was a perverted drama that only the highest echelons of the Upper City elite could concoct.
The two Killing Show stars were both in top physical condition. They were tall and long-legged, and their bodies were covered in scars from their battles. They had survived through blood and fire, and they were full of explosive power and hostility. Two such bodies entangled together under the thin, almost icy light, which was almost shocking.
The light barely became brighter but it didn’t return to its previous brightness, giving the entire space a sense of otherworldliness, as if it could rupture at any moment and then the darkness would bite people.
Xia Tian propped himself up and looked at Bai Jingan. His comrade-in-arms lay under the weak light, his hair soaked with sweat. He was naked, pale and fragile, as if he would shatter at any moment, yet he stubbornly maintained his objectivity.
He was sinking, Xia Tian thought, falling towards the scorching, infernal purgatory before him.
He couldn’t hold onto him; he was falling too.
Their legs were intertwined, their penises were hard, and they began to rub against each other uncontrollably.
Xia Tian licked upwards along Bai Jingan’s wound, licked the small bump on the right side, and bit it.
Bai Jingan suddenly shuddered and almost jumped up. Xia Tian pressed him down, licking and biting repeatedly until the nipple on his left side was swollen and he could taste blood. He could feel the tremors emanating from the man’s body, as if they were about to shatter him.
But he still didn’t make a sound. Xia Tian heard his intermittent breathing, struggling to find a rhythm. Bai Jingan was still trying to control the situation at this moment, even though he couldn’t do it at all.
His fingers dug into Xia Tian’s shoulders, knuckles white, almost drawing blood.
Part of Xia Tian’s brain found this longing utterly disgusting, but he still wanted to kiss the man’s body, to touch and caress.
He couldn’t stand the scars all over his body, the silence he enforced upon himself, and the contours that restrained his every shiver. He wanted him to scream, open him up completely, crush him to pieces, and devour him.
Xia Tian’s nibbling continued down along the waistline, getting heavier and heavier. His hand gripped Bai Jingan’s waist, and the force of his grip left an angry mark on the man’s pale skin. Bai Jingan stared at the ceiling, his pupils dilated and his body vibrating all over.
“Xia Tian…” he said, squeezing out a few words, “Stop… biting…”
His voice was hoarse, as if scorched by fire. There was something in his voice that made people shudder and crave to destroy and tear him apart, to make him scream uncontrollably and submit.
Xia Tian lifted his head, his long hair disheveled and his pupils almost coal black. He resembled a wild leopard, incredibly sexy and exuding a sense of sexual aggression.
He parted Bai Jingan’s legs, licked the old scars on his calf, and looking into his eyes, he slowly bit down.
Bai Jingan flinched, his muscles clenching involuntarily. The drugs had ignited a wildfire in those indifferent, gray pupils. It was a scalding inferno of devastation, charring the part of his mind containing his rationality.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and inserted his fingers into Xia Tian’s mouth.
Xia Tian bit him. Bai Jingan widened his fingers and stroked his canine teeth, which numbed Xia Tian’s scalp. Bai Jingan’s movements were slow and deliberate, exuding a feeling of extreme danger, as if he was taking an inventory of his belongings.
Xia Tian bit a little harder, and the man’s fingers dug in mercilessly, full of belligerence and eroticism. Xia Tian retreated a little and emitted a soft nasal sound.
Bai Jingan glanced at the hidden camera gloomily—he accurately found its location—then suddenly pulled Xia Tian towards him, kissing his lips.
Xia Tian tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, unsure if he had bitten his tongue or if Bai Jingan had, but there was definitely blood.
Their blood and pain mixed together as they fell towards the abyss—a blank nightmare of fiery heat. The fall into that darkest and hottest of places was never-ending. All they could do was cling tightly to each other.
Even though it would only make them fall deeper.
Bai Jingan reached for the lubricant on the table Huitian had left behind. His hand slipped, unable to find a steady hold.
He clenched his fist, then released it, but it was no use.
Even when he was severely injured, his hands remained steady when he held a gun. Xia Tian knew how strong his control was. But now… the drugs dragged him down, turning such a powerful warrior into a commodity of erotica. He could only lie there, unable to even move his legs closer together.
He couldn’t control the stability of his hands, nor could he grasp a gun anymore.
He couldn’t even bruise Xia Tian again. His fingers barely had the strength to grip the bed sheets. He was “fully ripe,” responsive to any touch, offering himself up to be taken.
The dark red bottle fell onto the bed, like a piece of shrapnel ready to tear through the bed.
Xia Tian picked it up and unscrewed the cap. His hand also slipped, spilling half of the liquid.
The light red liquid fell on his hand, exuding a sweet smell that reminded him of champagne.
He felt like he was falling downward, into a realm that emitted the sickly sweet smell of decayed fruit, but also carried the bloody scent of primal instincts. It was pitch black here, where only lust itself existed, wild and immense, with everything else being insignificant.
He spread Bai Jingan’s legs wider—the man’s breathing tightened slightly, but he offered no resistance, as he had no strength. His fingers, tainted with the sweet scent, found his anus and mercilessly plunged in.
Bai Jingan gasped sharply, his breath coming in short, helpless gasps. He couldn’t control it, it was like a crack finally forming in the heavy ice.
His body was burning hot, the flames of the drugs melting him. His detachment and restraint were forcefully torn apart. He obediently spread himself using his own hands, exposing his most vulnerable parts for anyone to play with.
Xia Tian slid his finger in and out a few times before squeezing in the second finger. He knew how to do this kind of thing—you always knew such things in the Upper City. His movements were cruel and efficient, purely predatory.
He inserted a third finger and began to thrust, his movements getting vigorous, accompanied by lewd sounds.
Bai Jingan’s fingertips only twitched slightly, but he still just lay quietly, staring at the ceiling and breathing intermittently. He was only capable of enduring, which aroused sadistic desires in people.
The different effects of the drugs injected into Xia Tian and Bai Jingan became apparent. What burned inside Xia Tian’s bones was a strong impulse to invade and destroy, to gradually break down the other person’s will and suck it dry. His bone marrow was filled with the taste of blood and violence.
He roughly curled his fingers—the person below him held his breath, but still made no sound—and put his head on Bai Jingan’s shoulder. Driven crazy by such a violent desire, he didn’t know what to do.
Suddenly, Xia Tian fiercely bit down on Bai Jingan’s shoulder.
Bai Jingan’s body stiffened to the extreme, and he gripped the other person’s hair firmly. Xia Tian knew Bai Jingan had put a lot of power into that grip, and yet he could only weakly tug at his hair.
Xia Tian tasted the blood, salty and stimulating. He bit deeper, refusing to let go. Under the influence of the drugs, his behavior regressed, and he acted as if the other person was his prey whom he couldn’t let go even in death.
The man was in so much pain that he was shaking, but he still didn’t make a sound, as if he were in a contest with the pain to see who could last longer.
Xia Tian thought to himself, this person would eventually scream, he would make him scream. The top-notch drugs in the Upper City could make people do anything to satisfy their “pleasure”—
Suddenly, Xia Tian remembered overhearing some elites chatting once. They were mentioning someone being “fully ripe.” Their tone carried malice and obscenity, as if that was the meaning of that person’s entire existence.
And that’s exactly what Bai Jingan was now. Perhaps those people were discussing him like that right now, as if they were just fruits on a dining table, ripe and sweet for consumption.
Xia Tian suddenly lifted his head. For a moment, his pupils seemed to lose focus entirely. With his hair disheveled and every muscle straining, he looked extremely sexy yet extremely dangerously. Blood smeared on his lips, he resembled a predator hunting, eager to destroy something, eager to draw blood.
He withdrew the hand that was tormenting Bai Jingan, picked up the Marshmallow next to him expressionlessly, switched to the single-molecule function, and sliced open the metallic bedside railing with it.
He reached out and grabbed the bed railing. The sharp edges pierced his palms, blood flowed out along the bed railing, and he took a breath.
Bai Jingan was no longer responsive. Xia Tian leaned in to kiss him, his movements as gentle as possible, as if he had finally found a thin sheet of ice to stand stably on in this fall towards the abyss.
He gripped the bed rail securely with one hand and slid his palm forward. The sharp metal pierced into it, cutting a long gash. Blood continuously flowed, soaking the sheets.
Pain always helped.
