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Editor: Junyans
A metallic tang of blood clung to the air. Flickering like a dying heartbeat, the old energy-saving bulb cast a sickly glow upon the shabby Lower City apartment. The two Killing Show celebrities, both covered in wounds, were tangled with each other. Their breaths were suppressed and the stillness was only broken by intermittent gasps.
Drugs had burned away their consciousness, yet the movements of the two warriors remained gentle and restrained.
Bai Jingan was completely exposed underneath him. Xia Tian was entering the man’s body, his hot insides enveloping his member completely. Even the slightest touch would send Bai Jingan into a profound convulsion, bringing him the utmost pleasure, as if his soul was getting sucked in.
Bai Jingan stared at him intently. This sensation must have felt very unfamiliar to him. He parted his lips as if trying to find oxygen but couldn’t. The sensation of intrusion in his lower body occupied everything.
Xia Tian paused for a moment, and then they both relaxed. Even at this point, they could still find the confirmation flashing in each other’s eyes, as if they were on the battlefield.
Xia Tian leaned forward, completely inserting himself.
Bai Jingan’s body was already as tense as it could be, but at this moment, he still shuddered. He arched his neck, his sensuality like a bowstring stretched to its limit, so much so that it seemed tragic.
His lower body was fully erect, a touch away from release. Xia Tian had never seen him like this. He was always distant, restrained, cold, and indifferent to sex.
But this was what those people wanted to see. They wanted him to spread out his body in front of the camera, show expressions of vulnerability and lust, be penetrated and torn apart by another man, and perform a dirty, pornographic scene.
Unconsciously, Bai Jingan reached out to touch his penis, when suddenly, a voice interrupted.
“Don’t let him touch himself.”
Both of them froze simultaneously, Bai Jingan’s eyes widened, consumed by animal passion, yet deep within his soul was a mix of resentment and coldness. The voice continued, “He must climax from behind.”
Bai Jingan suddenly looked at the camera—the person wasn’t talking to him, only to Xia Tian, as if he were just an object, a victim for entertainment. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was unkempt. He looked like a complete mess, yet there was something about him that was undeniably alluring. The raw anger and thirst for demolition in his eyes were on full display, yet they only served to make him more dangerous and desirable.
He was practically livid, and anyone who knew Bai Jingan wouldn’t take this as a weak, erotic, or amusing threat. He had a cold-blooded efficiency and careful consideration in his bones, and he would not mind if the world was destroyed.
He shifted his gaze back. Even though they were utterly humiliated, they were forced to continue this night-terror-like performance, all to entertain others. The drugs swirled through them, setting their bodies ablaze with arousal and trapping them in a feverish state of fleshly desire.
“Listen,” the person on the other end of the earbuds said, “you won’t want to come back for a second round.”
Bai Jingan froze. He swallowed and subtly moved his head. Despite the tremors caused by the drugs, this motion remained restrained, subdued, and tinged with a hint of despair, as he continued to strive for composure.
He lifted his hands, allowing Xia Tian to grab his wrists before pressing them against his head.
Even amidst such chaos, these comrades still moved with order. Their thirst for sex couldn’t suppress the resentment in their eyes, but their actions towards each other remained gentle.
Gripping the sharpened bed rail with his other hand, Xia Tian fought to keep his face neutral. Every muscle on his body was coiled like steel springs, as if in an attempt to hold himself back.
Bai Jingan looked up, the crimson blooming across Xia Tian’s hand catching his gaze. A flicker of tenderness, laced with a deep sorrow, swam in his eyes. Xia Tian didn’t make any more intimate movements. He simply met Bai Jingan’s gaze.
Under this light, his eyes were gloomy and anguished. Bai Jingan nodded, and Xia Tian slowly pulled out a little before pushing in with force.
Bai Jingan lurched, his entire frame wracking with tremors. His lips separated, but no sound escaped. His legs steadfastly wrapped around Xia Tian’s waist, accepting his member.
Xia Tian withdrew a bit, then bulldozed into his P-spot.
The scene was debauched, filled only with the sounds of panting and the impact of their bodies colliding. Both of them remained silent. This was supposed to be a wild lovemaking session, yet their actions were incredibly measured and deliberate.
Xia Tian’s long hair cascaded around his face, obscuring his expression. Only the power beneath his taut, sculpted physique was visible. He was craving to destroy something, but he held it in check using his iron will. The air crackled with the raw tension.
Bai Jingan’s anus clamped down around him, completely enveloping his member. The man’s battle-hardened muscles twitched and wavered under the storm-like deep thrusts. His legs were spread wide, knees drawn up, as he completely allowed the other person’s penis to repeatedly crush his sensitive spot inside. In fact, he had no other choice.
Occasionally, he let out a desperate gasp, like the struggle of a dying man.
With each insertion from Xia Tian, one could see the unbridled euphoria of pleasure in his eyes, his fingers digging into his palm. The drug was ruthlessly effective, designed to smash even the most resolute will into smithereens.
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He twisted his hips, but he couldn’t tell whether it was from rejection or eagerness. Everything was blended together, yet he still remained stubbornly silent.
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Bai Jingan’s sexiness, that was usually hidden under his alienation and indifference, was all pulled out and exhibited under the camera.
The sex was was exhilarating, yet also depressing.
As Bai Jingan’s climax approached, both of them could feel it.
Agonizing pain and humiliation filled the man’s eyes, yet they were also consumed by burning biological urges. His last bit of strength was squeezed out of him as his anus contracted more and more, reaching a scorching point. It was a twisted and strange heat, igniting from the most shameful place. It was destroying him.
The world around them dissolved into a upside-down, hallucinatory landscape, where light and eyes seemed to pierce through them from every direction. Reality crumbled away, leaving them plummeting into an abyss that gaped like a ravenous maw, where it was scalding and obscene, with no end and meaning.
Bai Jingan’s lips were stained with blood, and his gray pupils were wide open and dilated. He was climbing towards climax or maybe falling towards hell. Despite feeling a sensation that was the epitome of pleasure, his gaze held the wildness of a beast aware of its impending demise.
He finally let out a groan tinged with a sob, his strong will finally torn apart into shreds. The sound was feeble, fitful, and desperate, like poison that corroded the bones, arousing people’s sadistic desires.
It made people want to crush him completely and turn him into lewd fragments beneath them, to make him scream and cry.
He was a top-notch commodity. The most elite warrior was now powerless, only able to be at the mercy of others. His body was highly sensitive, quivering at the slightest touch. His anus squeezed tightly around the invading penis, allowing the other party to gain the satisfaction of conquest.
Without even being touched in front, Bai Jingan climaxed under Xia Tian.
In the last moment, his lips opened and his eyes glazed over into a vacant stare. Xia Tian couldn’t decipher whether he was trying to say anything, but he knew he couldn’t make any requests. They had no rights.
The man could only let this humiliating climax happen, ejaculating under the intrusion of another man.
Xia Tian continued to hold onto the man’s hands, his shoulder blades pinched together, the muscles in his back flexed, and his body in a state of high tension. It was unclear whether he was experiencing pleasure or pain.
He did not ejaculate.
His lower body remained rock hard, craving to penetrate and attack, showing no sign of ejaculation. It was too early for that.
The drugs thundered through his body, igniting a wild fire within. For a moment, he felt willing to pay any price to tear apart anyone in front of him for pleasure.
Xia Tian forced himself to stop, giving Bai Jingan a moment to breathe.
The pain on his palm was excruciating, blood covering the bedside rail. The bleeding had stopped and wounds were healing, but the nanobots had not fully metabolized yet. Xia Tian pushed his palm against the sharpened bed rail coldly, once again tearing open the wound.
He exerted great force, almost piercing his palm, and only then did the pain begin to sober him up.
He could feel the burning sensation caused by the therapeutic nanomedicine as it mingled with the wounds on his body—the one on his hand, as well as the old wounds from the cage. On top of that, he also grappled with the sense of intense longing for violence and sex.
He could feel the raging drugs shrieking in his brain. They filled him with madness and malice, urging him to unleash a storm of devastation. Meanwhile, the nanomedicine robots swarmed towards his wounds, repairing the ravaged nerves.
Xia Tian raised his head. He was still pressing Bai Jingan’s hands, and he could see the blue cartoon hair tie on his wrist.
He took a breath, his eyes filled with a somber, murderous intent. He knew he had to continue.
“Xia… Tian…” The person below him whispered softly.
“I’m here,” Xia Tian said.
“These drugs are not quite right…” Bai Jingan said.
He looked at him. Xia Tian’s penis was still inside him, and his own lower body was rapidly becoming hard again, the drugs allowing no chance for respite.
His black hair was disheveled, and his eyes lacked focus for a while. His lower abdomen was sticky with his own semen, his posture provocative yet fragile, but his tone remained calm.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have a nervous breakdown,” he said.
He stared into Xia Tian’s eyes, and after a moment, his focus blurred once more. Reality seemed to melt before his eyes, and through the pale light, he could only see an inescapable, bottomless pit.
He regulated his breathing and looked at Xia Tian as if he was still the best comrade-in-arms, and he himself was still that tactical planner who controlled everything on the battlefield.
“I’m going to collapse in about three minutes,” he said. “I don’t know what’s going to happen next…”
He paused and gulped hard.
Then he continued, enunciating every word clearly, with a paranoid determination on his face.
“You take over. You have to end this, understand?” he said.
Xia Tian’s eyes remained focused on him.
“Okay.”
A faint, sad smile flickered in Bai Jingan’s eyes, like a weak light in the chasm, flashing for a moment and soon to be completely extinguished within three minutes.
They not only wanted sex and aphrodisiacs, but also complete breakdown and collapse of Bai Jingan.
Xia Tian was forced to watch in horror as his comrade crumpled right before his eyes, his once-unbreakable spirit fractured, his dignity ripped away for the world to see, all while he was dragged down by the relentless tide of lust—and he was that executioner!
A punishment tailored specifically for someone as controlling as Bai Jingan.
This was what those people wanted to see.
Xia Tian withdrew his blood-covered hand and ran it through his long, already messy hair, staining it with crimson before leaving streaks of red on his face. His hair, now matted with blood, framed a face twisted in gloom. In the dim light, he resembled a demon.
He pressed Bai Jingan firmly and showed no expression on the camera. He just pulled out his penis a little again before pushing it hard into the man’s body.
Bai Jingan gasped weakly and jerked slightly with each impact.
His judgment was correct. Xia Tian could feel his increasingly rapid breath, completely in disarray, unable to return to its former state. Something venomous and dark lurked in his blood, seizing him and dragging him towards a terrifying place.
Once he had fled from the Lower City, his hometown, only to return to seek refuge. Yet, beneath the familiar glow of energy-saving lights, he was once again pulled down from the stature of a dignified man by the assailants, his soul tumbling into a sweltering abyss.
His treasured rationality had now vanished. His body convulsed, and a violent struggle erupted from his core. He lashed out with unimaginable ferocity, drawing on every ounce of his strength.
Xia Tian pinned him down, his expression stony, and continued to fuck him. His demeanor was aggressive and yet, he exuded a strong sense of self-mastery.
The man’s struggles caused Xia Tian’s penis to slip out a bit, but he stabilized the other person, and the penis that had just slipped out returned to its original place. A hard shudder ran through Bai Jingan under the impact, his legs feebly embracing Xia Tian’s waist. He no longer had the strength to tighten them and could only weakly spread them.
The hidden depths of Bai Jingan’s soul, the fractured pieces he desperately tried to conceal, were ripped bare for all to see. His gray eyes, now devoid of reason, reflected only raw terror and madness. His body, that still remained in a “fully ripe” state, was forced to respond to each thrust, each prod triggering almost spasmodic contractions.
His defenses shattered, leaving him with no strength to hide. His moans, soaked with lust, ripped through the air, reaching everyone’s ears.
He was broken, yet enticing, all his stubbornness and pride reduced merely to exciting features in a carnal spectacle. He all but had a giant price tag slapped on him.
The air was filled with the scent of blood, sweat, and semen. In this erotic nightmare, Xia Tian realized Bai Jingan was saying something, but he couldn’t hear clearly. The man couldn’t speak clearly anymore, and could only cry out incoherently like a child who had lost his sanity.
He heard him calling out to someone named “Xiao Sang,” repeatedly pleading with the person not to die. Bai Jingan no longer knew what he was saying, but he just couldn’t stop.
Bai Jingan, who had once sealed off everything and exercised restraint, was now mutilated and in excruciating pain.
Xia Tian leaned down to kiss him, his long hair falling down and momentarily blocking his face. The thought of how many people were seeing Bai Jingan like this and what they were thinking when they saw him almost drove him mad.
His comrade had completely fallen apart, continuously calling out the names of the rotting corpses in the underworld and crying beneath him, with no regard for his own image.
Meanwhile, his body thrashed about in extreme pleasure as he enveloped another person’s penis. He sobbed and quaked with each invasion before slipping into the deepest depths of inferno, offering the perpetrators a glimpse of just how splintered his soul was.
Bai Jingan climaxed from behind again.
His anus tightened uncontrollably, and he came once again, the organ he had never used for intercourse bringing cosmic contentment. His physiological state had been thoroughly distorted.
For a moment, there was silence all around, with only the sounds of breathing and light whimpering filling the air. Then the obscene gazes seemed to turn into countless screams, making Xia Tian’s eyes red, drenched in the blood of his comrade.
He still didn’t cum.
His entire body was vibrating. Beneath the light of the energy-saving bulb, he resembled an injured, irascible beast. His eyes were burning with fiery red hostility and murderous intent, but his appearance oozed with utmost seductiveness. Unable to reach orgasm, his sexual desire was charged with aggression and a desire for ruination. It was a lethal poison.
Suddenly, a hint of neon light seeped in through the curtain’s gap and cast a bleak crimson hue over the entire space, giving the impression that touching him would draw blood.
He firmly held Bai Jingan’s hands. He was pushed to the limit, yet he still controlled the rhythm.
He moved, and Bai Jingan’s lower body responded again. Xia Tian withdrew his penis slightly, only to forcefully shove it back into his prostate again.
Bai Jingan writhed and yelped once again.
He had lost all self-control, and there was a pleading cry in his voice, helpless and desperate, as if he was counting on the mercy of his abuser. He had been reduced to a small and bloody piece of wreckage, yet he was still being forced to burn.
“Xiao Sang…” He was delirious, crying like a child. “I… can’t… I can’t keep on living… Ah… Ah—”
Those tragic pleas fused with his moans, sobs, trembles, and sensual reactions during intercourse.
“I beg you…” He weeped. “It… hurts… so much…”
His voice was laced with such despair, it felt like even the slightest bit of strength would break him.
And broken he was. In the end, none of his pleas were answered. Everyone died and decayed before him, leaving him alone in that hell.
Xia Tian continued to have this harrowing sex with no expression on his face.
This was like an atrocity, a dismemberment, with the assailant composed, unfeeling and merciless, maintaining a steady rhythm and ruthless purpose. Only someone who had lost a part of their soul and undergone the most painful dismemberment could possess such terrifying rationality and cold calculation.
The lights in the apartment flickered, as if they were blocked by some force and couldn’t light up properly, casting eerie shadows throughout the room.
The God of War’s eyes were pools of inky blackness, and his face was smeared with blood. He looked strange and deadly, like a malevolent demon from the netherworld.
One of Bai Jingan’s hands slipped out of Xia Tian’s grasp and hugged Xia Tian with the last of his strength, as if he wanted to embed him in his body and never let him leave.
“I swear, I’ll kill them… kill them all,” he said, “I’ll never forgive…”
There was something in his tone that sent a visceral thrill through Xia Tian—the kind of destructive thrill that comes from intense hatred. It was a state where killing intent and loathing burned brightly within one’s body. Even just listening to him, Xia Tian could feel the smell of burning gunpowder searing into his bones.
He saw the world in Bai Jingan’s eyes—a part of his mind was as cold as ashes, thinking only one thing: How to destroy it all?
He pummeled into him faster and faster, and under this chilling intent to kill, orgasm was finally on the brink of arrival.
Only destruction can make him climax.
Bai Jingan cummed for the third time, while at the same time, Xia Tian finally ejaculated as well. Completely inside Bai Jingan’s body.
It was simply the ultimate fierce battle, gruesome and horrific. Dignity and part of their soul were dripping with blood. The stable ground they once stood on turned to ashes, no longer existent.
Xia Tian slumped onto Bai Jingan, and they hugged each other. Their bodies were covered with sticky sweat and semen, and they couldn’t move for a while.
The air hung heavy with the stench of blood and sex. In the dim light, the room resembled a tableau from hell.
With the last vestige of energy, Xia Tian grabbed the blanket beside him and covered both of them, completely wrapping himself and Bai Jingan.
A voice came through the earbuds, saying, “Guest Show is over.”
At a moment like this, even the person in charge sounded like he was on the verge of collapse, his voice unstable. “The drugs will wear off in half an hour. The cameras have been withdrawn. You can go home.”
Bai Jingan held onto Xia Tian tightly and remained motionless, still trembling. He had been used, destroyed, and consumed in the most disgusting way, and was reduced to nothing but debris.
Xia Tian’s penis was still inside him, and he tried to withdraw a bit, but the friction made him almost hard again.
“Lil’ Bai,” Xia Tian said, “It’s over. Let’s go home.”
No response came. Xia Tian kissed his hair, realizing he didn’t want to let go either, so he held onto Bai Jingan and just lay there, exhausted.
It felt oddly safe under the blanket, even though it was just a blanket. Mellow light filtered in from the outside, and the world seemed to be steady once more.
After a while, Xia Tian carefully smoothed Bai Jingan’s hair and leaned over to lick the blood off his shoulder. The drugs clouded his mind, and for a moment he just irrationally thought this about Bai Jingan: Mine. Nobody should see him. Nobody should touch him.
And he had another thought, this one clearer and unshakable.
Come hell or high water, I’ll make those people pay!
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