Feng Zhi followed Yang Huaijin back to his penthouse apartment.
The apartment was decorated in a very minimalist style, with mostly gray, white, and black marble colors, along with some wooden decorations. Yang Huaijin often stayed here, but his personal traces were few and far between, giving the place a cold and uninhabited feel. Only some Chinese-style ornaments added a bit of liveliness, it can be seen that the owner often took care of these plants.
Of course, this was something he noticed later.
The moment they entered the apartment, Feng Zhi couldn’t wait to press Yang Huaijin against the door and start kissing him. They entangled each other all the way, tearing at each other’s clothes and stumbling into the bathroom.
Soft lights illuminated the bathroom, and the warm water cascaded down from the huge showerhead fixed to the ceiling. Yang Huaijin’s chestnut hair became dampened by the water, appearing darker, and his facial skin seemed even fairer.
Feng Zhi helped Yang Huaijin push back the damp hair sticking to his face, feeling that he liked the way he looked even more now. He said, “Dark hair suits you better.”
Yang Huaijin was taken aback, tilting his face up to accept the flow of water, as if asking casually, “Why do you say that?”
“Nothing, just suddenly felt that black hair might suit you better.”
“Mm.” Yang Huaijin pushed Feng Zhi away slightly. “Got tired of black hair, so I changed it.”
In fact, he had only dyed his hair for the first time five years ago, also because of Feng Zhi. The chaotic reunion five years ago made him feel extremely embarrassed. He didn’t want Feng Zhi to associate him with the ‘escort boy’ from their one-night stand, so he changed his appearance. Fortunately, at that time, Crimson Alliance Hall had not yet grown stronger, and he had very few opportunities to meet Feng Zhi. Plus, he deliberately avoided him. In the following two or three years, they never met again.
“What’s wrong?” Feng Zhi hugged him from behind, his embrace carrying a faint scent of pheromones.
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Feng Zhi’s pheromones had a tobacco scent, not the stale odor lingering on smokers, but the natural fragrance of the plant itself. Every time Yang Huaijin smelled it, he felt like he understood those addicted to smoking, as it was indeed quite addictive.
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It was so intriguing. Yang Huaijin was prone to going into heat, yet he wasn’t marked. Was it related to his damaged gland? Who had damaged it?
Reaching out, Feng Zhi touched the flame tattoo. “How did….. you get this here?”
The person in his embrace tensed up, shooting him a sharp glance. “Things that are none of your business, shouldn’t be asked.”
“…”
Who was it that said that Master Jin had a good temper?
“My bad. I crossed the line,” Feng Zhi sighed inwardly, wondering why he suddenly felt sorry for someone else. He smiled and embraced the person in his arms, exhaling into their ear. “Can I apologize?”
Feng Zhi’s hand ventured towards Yang Huaijin’s lower body, where his arousal had long since risen. As Feng Zhi’s hand grasped it, Yang Huaijin trembled slightly. Feng Zhi’s actions didn’t cease; he pressed the person against the wall. Yang Huaijin, already weakened by Feng Zhi’s touch, could only support himself with his arms, enduring the sensations coursing through his body and the wet, erotic licking and kisses on his ear.
Feng Zhi’s deep voice echoed in his ear, “Master Jin seems quite innocent in this aspect…”
“Ah…” Suddenly, his rear entrance was invaded as Feng Zhi inserted a finger into the narrow opening.
“I’ll help Master Jin clean up.”
Feng Zhi said, “I never serve my bed partners like this, but Master Jin is different.” He licked and nibbled on Yang Huaijin’s earlobe, his fingers freely exploring the other’s body, quickly inserting a second one. “Why bother yourself with these things? I’ll take care of everything and perform well!” This guy deserved a beating; he clearly remembered Yang Huaijin’s remark, ‘I hope you behave better this time,’ and was now returning the favor with vengeance.
Yang Huaijin, was ‘served’ in the front and softened in the rear, barely enduring it. In the bathroom, amidst the sound of water and his own breath, there seemed to be another sticky sound. As Feng Zhi’s fingers moved, more liquid was expelled from his rear, making the sound even clearer.
Yang Huaijin had never been toyed like this before; in fact, his sexual experiences throughout his life were few and far between. Being played with both front and back simultaneously was… so stimulating. He tried to close his legs, but Feng Zhi used his long legs to entwine one, forcing it apart. Now completely exposed, he was at the mercy of Feng Zhi.
“No… don’t…”
“Darling, I always ignore the word ‘no’ during lovemaking. Because those who say it often talk out of their ass.”
Feng Zhi turned off the water and carried Yang Huaijin to the vanity table, gripping his ankles and spreading apart his beautiful, long legs that were desperately trying to stay together. He leaned down and kissed Yang Huaijin’s tip, taking it into his mouth.
“Mmm… don’t… I’m about to cum, don’t…” Yang Huaijin pushed Feng Zhi away.
Feng Zhi lifted his head between Yang Huaijin’s legs, sensually licking his member. “If you cum, I’ll bite you.”
Yang Huaijin’s cheeks flushed crimson, and even leaning against the cold mirror behind him couldn’t cool down the heat on his body. His head was spinning, unsure whether to resist or go along with it. This version of Feng Zhi… it felt insane.
His legs were pulled too wide apart, causing spasms in his thighs. His hands trembled as he lifted them and then let them fall, his fingers curling and uncurling, ultimately resting on Feng Zhi’s shoulders. He said, “Let go… I’m uncomfortable.”
Feng Zhi released Yang Huaijin’s ankles, his palm caressing up his thigh, as he sucked on him and inserted his fingers into Yang Huaijin’s rear entrance.
“No, I can’t… I really can’t… you… bastard, Feng Zhi…”
Finally, Feng Zhi released Yang Huaijin, but in the next moment, he forcefully thrust his erection into Yang Huaijin’s wet and soft entrance, sealing his lips with a kiss and invading his mouth with his tongue, which carried the taste of Yang Huaijin. Fen Zhi’s actions stifled the sounds that Yang Huaijin couldn’t restrain due to ejaculation between their lips.
In the bathroom, Yang Huaijin’s panting sounded like the desperate cry of a dying animal. He felt that at the moment he ejaculated, his voice and soul were devoured by this man named Feng Zhi.
Despite his own shortness of breath, Feng Zhi still had the leisure to tease him, wickedly whispering against his lips, “Darling, you’re so tight!”
Yang Huaijin was somewhat absent-minded. Every sexual experience in his life had been with this man, and each time felt like a storm that drained his soul. In contrast, those futile acts of masturbation during estrus seemed ridiculous and pitiful. He even thought of this man when he masturbated. Yet when they were truly naked and face to face, they were just fuck buddies, satisfying each other’s needs.
As Feng Zhi met Yang Huaijin’s gaze, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He didn’t understand why, but at that moment, he had a strong urge to embrace and comfort the person in front of him. He kissed his lips gently, caressing the cold back that leaned against the wall with care. He moved his body slowly, tenderly pleasuring Yang Huaijin.
Desire quickly reignited, and their bodies intertwined with renewed heat. Yang Huaijin murmured softly, burying his face in Feng Zhi’s neck, as if pretending they were lovers, perhaps anywhere else… At least for this moment, let him deceive himself.
He knew he couldn’t get involved with Feng Zhi anymore, just this once, indulging himself for the last time. It would be best not to see him again in the future.
This man was forever deadly to him.
Author's Note
For some reason,why does chapter 16 and onward not show up on the chapter list and instead replace chapters 1? Thanks for the update though 🩷
Nvm it got patched up, lol 😂
You’re so consistent in updating the chapters. We’re your spoiled readers. Thank you so much. ☺️
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Yeah I see that A-jin wants to stay delulu as us
thanks for the chapter!
Im not ready for the angst.