Neck KissCh4 - Ostrich

Feng Zhi guessed correctly, the person had really just wanted to fuck with him.

In the early morning, when the eastern sky was tinted with a pale blue hue, Yang Huaijin finally returned to his own apartment. b824vX

The apartment remained unlit, and he didn’t bother turning on the lights. Luckily, the day had already begun to brighten up. His apartment, located on the top floor, was a high-end flat with ample natural light streaming in through large floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the windows were casting a dusky shade of blue in the early dawn light.

Yang Huaijin’s steps were somewhat unsteady; each step seemed laden with exhaustion. He walked alone through the spacious living room towards the bathroom. On his way back, he remotely activated the bathtub’s automatic filling function, giving himself at least something to look forward to after coming home. He planned to immerse himself in warm water, pretending it could wash away the fatigue and some other things.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

The bathroom was dimly lit, and he stood in front of the full-length mirror, observing himself. The shirt collar was impeccably fastened, made of high-quality fabric, and the trousers were neatly pressed, showing no apparent difference from his usual attire. However, his complexion was not great, unable to conceal his weariness. He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, his fingers showing signs of restlessness.

As the shirt came off, first revealing the various shades of bruised bite marks on his neck, then, as the body became exposed, swollen nipples, bite marks on the chest, and bruises around the waist all came into view. Moving downward, the pants revealed traces of bruises on his thighs. Stepping back, he frowned at his reflection in the mirror. With the movement, liquid slowly trickled down from his lower body, indicating the intense sex he had just experienced. ZifATK

Covered in a mess, Yang Huaijin stepped into the bathtub, submerging himself in warm water, feeling a bit more relieved.

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Feng Zhi, Feng Zhi…

In his early twenties, Yang Huaijin could imagine feeling wronged, angry, unwilling, and even shedding tears when thinking about the various things between him and this person. However, for the thirty-three-year-old Yang Huaijin, tears were no longer an option.

Ten years ago, Yang Huaijin graduated from A University, carrying the many honors of an outstanding graduate. Despite having the opportunity for direct admission and a promising future, he turned away from the path of light, entering the underworld. Starting as a small-time lackey responsible for collecting debts, he planted his roots in the Qingyan Gang amidst the disapproval and ridicule of others.

He was searching for someone, someone who had marked him for a lifetime. They had known each other for just over four months, but it was enough to leave a deep impression. Therefore, he willingly gave up everything to enter the entirely unfamiliar underworld, just to get some information about the other person. Regardless of life or death, he had to find that person. However, he had envisioned countless reunion scenes, and the only thing he hadn’t considered was that the other person had completely forgotten him. Feng Zhi had amnesia; he couldn’t remember anything before the age of eighteen. The person who appeared before Yang Huaijin was not the young man who had eyes only for him but the second-in-command of the Crimson Alliance Hall, known for his amorous affairs. They met after many years, but they were no longer familiar with each other.

When your former lover forgets all the memories of being with you, can they still be considered your lover? Moreover, after so many years apart, not only had Feng Zhi changed, but Yang Huaijin had also transformed. What was the point of desperately trying to retrieve the other person? It might be better not to meet. Mxlpvh

However, what bothered Yang Huaijin a bit was that he had some physiological issues that required the attention of an ‘Alpha who had marked him before.’ Since he found the person, maybe they could just be fuck buddies if not lovers! However, Feng Zhi, despite being a casual person, had a somewhat non-casual insistence — he only looked to engage with boys around the age of twenty. For him, Yang Huaijin was ‘too old,’ not even qualified to be a fuck buddy.

“Damn it, why didn’t you say you preferred younger boys when you were eighteen? What’s the point of staring at younger guys every day!” Yang Huaijin thought indignantly.

He rested one hand on the edge of the bathtub, burying his face in the crook of his arm, enduring the pain as he reached inside himself to clean up. The swollen entrance was coated with slick fluids, a lingering scent of another man, filled with possessiveness and aggression. Each time his fingertips delved deep into his body, Yang Huaijin couldn’t help but recall that pitch-black hotel room where he was ruthlessly dominated and played with by Feng Zhi. He remembered how he cried and pleaded beneath Feng Zhi, uttering the word “no,” and those submissive moans and desires consumed by lust.

This night was too shameful, even for a ‘mature man’ in his thirties. It was not only embarrassing but also foolish. It was laughable, and pitiable. WYFlR5

Wrapped in a bath towel, Yang Huaijin returned to the bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed and buried his face in the bedding, much like an ostrich, seeking refuge in the soft morning light.

The night had finally passed, and he desperately needed rest and a bit of escape.

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