“Cut!”
At the director’s command, the six actors finally ended their over-the-top performance. Ling Yi collapsed onto the sand, Lu Yuan flicked her ponytail triumphantly, and Jiang Miao’s braids came undone as she tried to re-braid them herself.
The moment the music stopped, Fang Juexia felt shame surge to his scalp—whether from the dancing or the embarrassment of his outfit, his face burned hotter than the sand beneath his feet.
The others were buzzing with excitement. Muscle-bound hottie He Ziyan dragged a sweaty, curly-haired Pei Tingsong—who looked like he was questioning his existence—to the camera. “Come on, come on! Let our Song sister say hi to everyone.”
[Hahaha Songmei!]
[Songmei is so gorgeous!]
Pei Tingsong shot He Zi’yan a deadpan look. “Sis Huo, your makeup’s smudged. It’s kinda scary.”
“Oh really? Did my mascara run?”
He Ziyan frantically searched for a mirror. “Sis, do you have a compact?”
[Hahahaha touching up makeup is so girly]
[Where did the stylist find this swimsuit? Hahahaha]
“Our stylist really went all out,” He Ziyan explained. “Even though it’s a bikini, they added skirts underneath to prevent any accidental exposure.”
After saying that, he even turned around to show off his skirt hem. “It might be custom-made, because they said they’d give it to us afterward.”
Pei Tingsong rolled his eyes. “Who else could possibly fit into that besides you? That’s not something they’d give you.”
Jiang Miao approached with her freshly braided pigtails, waving gently at the camera. “Don’t forget to tune in for Season 2 of our group variety show!”
[Can’t wait! Season 2 is when our rookie girl group Kaleido debuts!]
[Ahhhhhhh I just realized that “official rumored girlfriend” posted by PTS’s alt account is JXGG!]
Seeing this comment, Pei Tingsong couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across his face. “You just figured that out?”
[Deafened! Deafened! Deafened!]
[Juexia is so gorgeous! Even from afar, she’s a stunning beauty—truly the face of the group!]
Fang Juexia was watching Ling Yi in front of him when he suddenly noticed something crawling on his swimsuit.He moved closer behind him, reaching out to steady his shoulders. “Ling Yi, don’t move. There’s something on the back of your neck.”
“Huh?” Ling Yi jerked his neck back in fright, but couldn’t see anything. “What is it?”
Ling Yi’s swimsuit top was a halter-neck style, with lace-trimmed straps tied around his neck. The stylist had even tied a pretty little bow for him.
“A baby crab,” Fang Juexia observed carefully, reaching out to remove the tiny creature. But the moment his fingers pinched the sides of the crab, Ling Yi, realizing what was happening, bolted forward in terror. “Ah, a crab! What if it pinches my skin!” This sudden dash caused a major problem.
Fang Juexia’s hand held the little crab, whose claws clamped onto the ribbon at the back of Ling Yi’s neck.
And just like that, Ling Yi’s little bow tie came undone. With nothing holding the top half of his swimsuit in place, it flipped down completely, revealing his chest completely bare.
Pei Tingsong, glued to the livestream, nearly laughed his wig off at the sight. “Hahahahahaha! Ling Yi, you silly goose!”
[Grass Song, your deep laugh scared me!]
[Hahahahaha Ling Yiyi, you’re flashing!!!]
[I saw everything! You’re marrying me now!]
“Ah!” Ling Yi actually played along, covering his chest with his hands. His steps carried the flustered indignation of a young girl as he scurried to hide behind Jiang Miao. The only awkward figures left were Fang Juexia, still holding his hand up without lowering it, and the innocent little crab in his grasp.
Fang Juexia glanced at Ling Yi, then at the baby crab. Finally, he set the poor little creature back on the sand and walked behind Pei Tingsong. He’d intended to hide from the camera, but Pei Tingsong yanked him back to the front. “You haven’t greeted everyone yet.”
With no escape, Fang Juexia offered an awkward smile. “Hello, everyone.” He immediately darted behind the team captain, desperate to escape the camera, his mind racing to the end of the broadcast.
[This face is absolutely killer]
[Top-tier beauty truly defies gender boundaries]
[I kinda want that swimsuit Juexia’s wearing, but I’m not as fair or slim as him 😭]
[I’m obsessed with this face]
After dancing, strands of hair stuck to his face, making him uncomfortable. Seeing his frown, Pei Tingsong patiently reached out to smooth them away. This moment appeared only in a tiny corner of the live stream, yet it sent the auditory girls into a swoon.
This livestream was meant to be just a small trial run. After briefly discussing plans for the new season of the group variety show and the upcoming album, they bid farewell to their fans. After the stream ended, the staff wrapped up their tasks. Kaledo deliberately dressed in women’s clothing to bid farewell to everyone, creating a cheerful atmosphere.
As night fell, they watched the crew depart the island by speedboat. The six members finally regained their freedom. Pei Tingsong immediately rushed to Fang Juexia’s side, hugging him tightly.
“Yay! Finally get to rest!”
“I need a shower, I need sleep. All these water activities these past few days have left my heart feeling fragile.”
Ling Yi grabbed Fang Juexia’s arm, insisting on taking him to see his beach house. “I have an L-shaped swimming pool, the kind that wraps around the house!”
“Get lost,” Pei Tingsong tried to pull Ling Yi away. “Stop trying to steal my wife every day.”
Hearing the word “wife,” Fang Juexia suddenly felt embarrassed. He stiffened his neck and pushed Pei Tingsong away. “What nonsense are you talking about…”
And just like that, they were all dragged to Ling Yi and Lu Yuan’s luxurious beach villa. Pei Tingsong had been craving some alone time with Fang Juexia. These past two days, cameras followed them everywhere. They even slept separately—one on the first floor, the other on the second—leaving him nearly sleepless.
Now that the outsiders were gone, Fang Juexia had been snatched away again by Ling Yi, that inconsiderate guy.
“Check out our pool!” Ling Yi led everyone to his L-shaped pool. Lu Yuan sighed loudly, “Don’t embarrass us. Who brings a suitcase full of inflatable rubber ducks to the Maldives like you did?”
He was right. Fang Juexia saw the little yellow ducks floating in the pool and burst out laughing. He instinctively looked for Pei Tingsong, “Little Pei, look…” Only when he turned back did he notice Pei Tingsong leaning against the wall, his face clearly showing displeasure.
Fang Juexia walked over and tugged his arm, “What’s wrong? Feeling unwell?”
Pei Tingsong gave a half-hearted grunt, his eyelids drooping. “Unwell.”
“Where does it hurt?” Fang Juexia reached out to touch his forehead. “Maybe you’re getting heatstroke?”
Not at all.
“Hmm, maybe.” “ Pei Tingsong slid down the steps. ”I want to sleep.“ ”
“Then you should go back.” Lu Yuan, crouched by the pool, smiled at them. “Juexia, stay and play cards with us.”
Everyone else laughed along, making Pei Tingsong steam with frustration.
“I’ll take him back to rest. “Fang Juexia touched his forehead and neck again, feeling he was a bit warm, and couldn’t help but worry. ”You guys go ahead and play. We’ll join you once he feels better.”
Watching Fang Juexia lead Pei Tingsong away, He Ziyan dramatically twisted his long golden hair with his hands and sighed, “Once you leave, you won’t come back.”
The innocent Ling Yi was still playing with a pool full of little yellow rubber ducks. Lu Yuan and Jiang Miao started laughing the moment they heard He Ziyan’s words.
“Come on, let’s play cards.”
“Maldives is great for everything… except it doesn’t have mahjong.”
…
On the way to the water villa, Fang Juexia suddenly recalled fans in the live chat constantly mentioning something about Pei Tingsong’s secondary account. He wondered if the guy had posted something again. Logging in to search for his secondary account, he was shocked to find #PeiTingsongOfficialRumoredGirlfriend trending on the hot search list.
“What the hell…”
Pei Tingsong, walking beside him, heard the exclamation and stopped. “What?”
After saying that, he glanced again, his cheeks burning hot, his words stumbling out, “And… and what’s this about a rumored girlfriend… Who’s your girlfriend?”
Pei Tingsong hadn’t expected to trend either, but since it happened, he could only put on a dead pig fearing no boiling water expression. “It was just a joke. What’s the matter? You don’t like it?”
Like what? Like being his girlfriend?
The night breeze swept across the beach, carrying the dampness of the sea. The fine white sand had lost its scorching heat from the day. Fang Juexia stood there blankly, unable to utter a word.
“Not talking again.” Recalling what had just happened, Pei Tingsong felt wronged once more. This guy really was made of ice, he thought. “It’s just a photo, right?”
“Then delete it.” Dressing up as a girl was embarrassing enough for Fang Juexia. Now it was trending online? The thought alone made his scalp tingle.
“I’ll delete it later.” Pei Tingsong turned away. The waterfront cabins were only a few steps away. He walked toward them alone. “You wanted to hang out with them, right? You go back.”
Only then did Fang Juexia realize Pei Tingsong was genuinely upset. Confused, he stared blankly at Pei Tingsong’s retreating back for a moment. But within ten seconds, he snapped out of it, caught up to Pei Tingsong, and followed him back to the water house.
“Pei Tingsong? Little Pei?” Fang Juexia followed him into the room, quickening his pace to intercept him at the bathroom door before he could enter. He looked up at him. “You’re angry.”
“No.” “Pei Tingsong knew himself that getting upset over such a minor thing made him seem petty and overly jealous, so he didn’t want to admit it.
“You are.” Fang Juexia stretched his arms to grip both door frames, blocking his entry.
Seeing him like this, acting like a child, Pei Tingsong forgot all about his anger. “No.”
“Yes, you are.”
He simply couldn’t win against him. Pei Tingsong conceded, “I admit it. I am angry with you.”
He adopted a stance ready for a proper argument, mentally preparing himself. This time, he would stand firm, be a bit fierce, and say everything he needed to say. “Fang Juexia, do you know…”
But before Pei Tingsong could finish, Fang Juexia suddenly embraced him, holding him tightly. Burying his face in the crook of Pei’s neck, he kissed his side, his usually cool, youthful voice suddenly softening to a sweet, sticky tone. “Don’t be angry, okay?” The trailing “hmm” was pure, spoiled-child whine, like a small animal nuzzling against his chest with a pouty sniffle.
This was the first time Fang Juexia had ever thrown himself into his arms so willingly, consciously acting spoiled.
Pei Tingsong’s heart was instantly knocked off balance.
Forget about being angry or arguing—he couldn’t even control the wild grin spreading across his face.
Oh no, oh no. He was so skilled at flirting, yet why was he so easily flustered?
Hearing no response from Pei Tingsong, Fang Juexia lifted his head to look at him again. In that split second, Pei Tingsong scrambled to compose his expression, stifling his uncontrollable smile with a flustered cough.
Seeing Pei Tingsong’s cold face, Fang Juexia pursed his lips. Then, as if gathering immense courage, he leaned in and kissed him.
This move was an absolute knockout.
Just moments ago, Pei Tingsong had been consumed by thoughts like [Only I think about Fang Juexia. Fang Juexia doesn’t like me at all. He wouldn’t think about me. He wouldn’t initiate alone time with me]. Now, he’d completely lost his composure, covering his face as he crouched down.
This sudden crouching made Fang Juexia feel a bit uneasy, wondering if he’d done something wrong. “Little Pei…” Before he could ask, Pei Tingsong, still crouched on the ground, flopped flat onto his back, kicking his legs in the air. His face was lit up with a silly, blissful smile.
Seeing Pei Tingsong like this, Fang Juexia couldn’t help but laugh too. He crouched down, took Pei Tingsong’s hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
He really was the easiest little devil to please in the world.
This reaction gave Fang Juexia immense confidence. He was usually extremely passive socially, with everyone. But seeing Pei Tingsong so delighted by just one proactive kiss from him made Fang Juexia’s heart feel light and airy.
So Fang Juexia leaned down and kissed him on the cheek again. “Ah, lipstick mark.”
Pei Tingsong died again.
Fang Juexia kept kissing his face over and over, covering Pei Tingsong’s entire face with lipstick marks before finally stopping.
Pei Tingsong writhed on the floor like an earthworm doused in sugar.
“You’re covered in it now. Let me help you remove your makeup.” Fang Juexia pulled the sugar-overloaded Pei Tingsong up, fetched makeup remover from the bathroom, and prepared to help him clean up.
He had never removed makeup for anyone before.
Pei Tingsong basked in the treatment, long having forgotten his earlier anger. If emotions could be visualized, he’d be covered in pink bubbles right now.
Kneeling halfway on the floor, Fang Juexia gently wiped the lipstick marks he’d left on Pei Tingsong’s face with a cotton pad. Suddenly remembering the near-argument moments ago, he offered an explanation first. “I… I was actually just embarrassed about wearing girls’ clothes, so when I saw your Weibo post…” He trailed off. “But I wasn’t upset. Seeing it actually made me really happy.”
“Being called ‘wife’ by you, or being labeled your rumored girlfriend—it’s all because I’m too sensitive.” Fang Juexia pressed his lips together, admitting honestly, “I actually really like it…”
“Really?” Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow.
Fang Juexia nodded earnestly, then quickly added, “But you can’t call me that often. It’s best to only use it when it’s just the two of us.” Hearing this, Pei Tingsong found him both adorable and heart-wrenching.
Seeing Fang Juexia kneeling on the floor below him, his reluctance deepened. He stood up abruptly and pulled Fang Juexia up with him. Settling into a chair, he let Fang Juexia sit on his lap before murmuring an apology, “I’m sorry. I snapped at you earlier.”
“No, you didn’t.” Fang Juexia gently removed his false eyelashes. “That wasn’t anger. You were only angry at yourself.” He placed a cotton pad over Pei Tingsong’s eyelids. “But I do wonder why you got upset. It’s not just curiosity. I must have done something to upset you. If you tell me this time, it won’t happen again.”
His tone was earnest, as the error-correction chain mechanism had kicked in once more. But Pei Tingsong didn’t want to say it outright—he felt a bit embarrassed.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” he tried to brush it off with a playful tone.
“Just tell me,” Fang Juexia slipped into his own version of pouting.
With no other choice, Pei Tingsong just spilled everything. After all, he had long since lost any sense of dignity in front of Fang Juexia. “I just feel like I want to stick to you every single day, wishing I could be by your side twenty-four hours a day. But you don’t feel the same way. After filming, I wanted to be alone with you, but Ling Yi said a few words and you ran off with him. Don’t you ever miss me? I miss you so, so much.”
Hearing him spill out a flood of complaints, Fang Juexia’s hands froze mid-motion.
Pei Tingsong’s eyes were stinging shut from the makeup remover. Worried his words might upset Fang Juexia, he wrapped his arms around his waist, about to say something, when Fang Juexia spoke.
“No, I miss you terribly.”
Fang Juexia set aside the now-stained cotton pad, took a fresh one, and pressed it over Pei Tingsong’s lips. “Last night, I couldn’t sleep until three in the morning because I missed you so much. With the cameras watching, I couldn’t come down to see you. I wanted to text you, but I was afraid of waking you.”
Pei Tingsong froze, struggling to open his eyes. Through blurry vision, he saw Fang Juexia’s flushed cheeks.
So when he couldn’t sleep, Fang Juexia felt the same way.
His tone softened. “Why didn’t you tell me you missed me?”
“I… I’m not very good at expressing myself,” Fang Juexia said earnestly, looking like a well-behaved student. “But I’ll change little by little. I can be proactive too.”
Hearing this, Pei Tingsong smiled. His hand on Fang Juexia’s lower back stroked gently, helping him relax.
“Thank you.”
Fang Juexia shook his head, suddenly realizing he’d blurted out things he’d never say to anyone else. His face flushed belatedly, and he silently removed the last traces of lipstick from Pei Tingsong’s lips. Using a cotton pad, he gently wiped his soft lips. Beneath the red lipstick, the familiar color of his lips gradually emerged.
His eyes fixed on those lips, his heartbeat quickening. His Adam’s apple bobbed as Fang Juexia was overcome by a strange urge.
He wanted to kiss him.
So he did.
Not the playful, teasing kisses of moments before, but a deliberate press of his own lips against hers. Closing his eyes, he recalled the countless times Pei Tingsong had initiated their kisses. His tongue tentatively emerged like a hesitant fish, disoriented in the warm tide, able only to feel the undulating waves stirring beneath, chasing another fish in the wet, soft embrace. His movements were awkwardly clumsy, yet it was precisely this clumsiness that sent waves of heat coursing through Pei Tingsong’s body. The swimsuit clung too tightly, making him uncomfortable, so he lifted Fang Juexia by his hips, carrying him from the living room to the innermost bedroom and laying him on his bed.
“Don’t…” Fang Juexia hadn’t showered yet, his body still coated in sand, so he scrambled to his feet. “You’ll get my bed dirty.”
“It’s fine. We’ll sleep upstairs tonight.” Pei Tingsong stood beside the bed, stripping off Fang Juexia’s tight swimsuit and tossing it aside along with the long hair he’d pulled loose. He wrapped his arms around Fang Juexia’s waist. “I really like it when you take the initiative.”
The sudden confession made Fang Juexia’s heart leap. He dared not look down, pressing his face against Pei Tingsong’s chest instead. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head to kiss him. His tongue met Pei Tingsong’s, which enveloped it, wet and soft, tangling with his own. The kiss made his heart race faster, leaving him feeling hollow and empty, desperate to be filled.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, waves rolled in, drowning out the wet sounds of their kiss and their heavy breathing. Fang Juexia’s legs grew weak, and with a gentle push from Pei Tingsong, he collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath.
His bedroom featured floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean. Opposite the bed, an entire wall was a mirror. Fang Juexia turned his head and saw himself still clad in the women’s swimsuit. Instantly, shame washed over him, overwhelming him.
The sea beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lay eerily still, like a silent witness. The mirror before him reflected his own image—another pair of eyes.
Pei Tingsong retrieved the lubricant. Noticing Fang Juexia staring at his reflection, mischief stirred within him. He pulled Fang Juexia up, seating him at the foot of the bed facing the large mirror. He sat behind Fang Juexia, wrapping his arms around him from behind. Parting his long hair, he kissed him erotically yet tenderly from the nape of his neck to behind his ear. “Brother, wanna try dilating yourself?”
“Hmm… myself?” “ Fang Juexia, already hesitant to look at the mirror, felt his whole body tingle from the kisses. He turned his face sideways, wanting to kiss him back. Pei Tingsong lifted his hand, squeezing a generous amount of lubricant into his palm. Facing the mirror, Pei Tingsong studied Fang Juexia’s reflection intently. ”Brother looks so beautiful in this outfit. I almost don’t want to take it off.”
“But how can I fuck you if I don’t take it off…” He murmured as if to himself, then seemed to get an idea. He got off the bed, returned holding a pair of scissors, knelt at the foot of the bed, and spread Fang Juexia’s legs apart.
Seeing the scissors, Fang Juexia gasped in fright, his thighs trembling at the groin.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
Through the fabric, Pei Tingsong pressed his fingers until he found the yielding softness of the opening. Only then did he pull the fabric taut and cut a hole.
“Mm…” Pressed against his opening, Fang Juexia clamped his knees together, only to be forced apart again by Pei Tingsong. “Don’t be so impatient. I still need to cut another hole.” With that, his hand moved upward, cutting a larger opening to release Fang Juexia’s already half-erect penis.
“There.” Pei Tingsong lifted the skirt hem, lowered his head, and took Fang Juexia’s shaft into his mouth, his tongue teasing the tip.
“Mm… Tingsong…” Fang Juexia’s legs instinctively clamped around Pei Tingsong’s head. “No, don’t…”
Pei Tingsong lifted his head and stroked Fang Juexia’s cheek. “Right, I forgot. We agreed you’d take the lead today.”
He returned to embracing Fang Juexia from behind, gripping his thighs to spread his hips. “Brother, do it yourself.” Fang Juexia didn’t notice his own shoulders trembling slightly. Lubricant dripped from his palms like melted butter. Closing his eyes, he reached down, mimicking Pei Tingsong’s past movements, rubbing the opening below.
Seeing his intense trembling, Pei Tingsong whispered in his ear, “Brother, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love you so much.” Kissed on the ear, Fang Juexia dodged, ticklish, gasping for breath. As soon as one finger entered him, shame made him unable to lift his head, his mouth slurring Pei Tingsong’s name.
“I’m here,” Pei Tingsong murmured against his cheek. “How many fingers are in?”
“One… one finger…”
“At least three,” Pei Tingsong replied, deliberately rubbing his own lower body against Fang Juexia’s exposed lower back. “Otherwise, you won’t be able to take it.”
“Mm… I know…” Fang Juexia struggled to insert another finger. Two fingers stretched his sphincter, trying to relax the muscles, but the sensation was too bizarre. He was using his own fingers to open his own body. He dared not look at the mirror—even imagining the scene made Fang Juexia feel like he was burning up.
Too obscene.
“Baby, you’re so obedient.” Pei Tingsong couldn’t resist kissing him, his tongue teasing Fang Juexia’s soft palate stroke by stroke before withdrawing to entwine lasciviously with Fang Juexia’s tongue in the air. Only when Fang Juexia could only emit small, animalistic whimpers did he free one hand to reach down, seeking Fang Juexia’s obediently spread fingers. Amidst the wet slipperiness, he found Fang Juexia’s fingers—three already buried inside, only the knuckles remaining outside. “You should move,” he urged, guiding Fang Juexia’s hand. “Pull out a little, then push back in. Slowly. Remember how I usually enter you?”
Fang Juexia breathed heavily against his chest, unwilling to answer, simply letting Pei Tingsong guide his fingers in and out. He could feel himself gradually softening, becoming wet and sticky—not just down there, but his entire body.
“Tingsong…”
“What do you want?” Pei Tingsong kissed his lips. “Want it?” He withdrew Fang Juexia’s fingers and lowered his legs. “If you want it, take it yourself. You said you’d be proactive—no lying to me.”
Fang Juexia was dazed by desire, his mind fixated on the thought of being more proactive. The sea beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lay eerily still, a silent witness. The mirror before him reflected his own image, and the naked figure of Pei Tingsong.
He felt as if placed inside a completely transparent box, exposed for all to see his lust-driven state—visible to the waves, visible to the sky. Most crucially, his own eyes could not escape the sight.
He tried to embrace Pei Tingsong from the front, straddling him, but heard him say, “You have to watch yourself sit down.” This made Fang Juexia awkwardly turn around. Unable to see behind him, he was forced to lift his head, searching the mirror for Pei Tingsong’s position, for his already erect and swollen member, then tremblingly lowered himself onto it.
He watched himself swallow part of Pei Tingsong’s body whole, like a transparent wine bottle sealed with a cork. That instant of complete filling made both of them moan with pleasure.
“You’re so tight…” Pei Tingsong embraced him from behind, murmuring contented sighs into his ear. The sound was so intensely sensual it sent shivers through Fang Juexia’s body. He sat half-bent over, hands braced on his knees as he settled onto Pei Tingsong.
His hips seemed to defy reason, driven by primal instinct to writhe. The wet, yielding passage wrapped around the shaft, soft buttocks pressing against Pei Tingsong’s thigh muscles.
“Mmm… mmm…” Fang Juexia turned his head to kiss Pei Tingsong. The deeper the kiss, the faster his hips swayed. Pei Tingsong felt tingling sensations from the tightness below, pinching his chin to force him to look at his reflection in the mirror. “Look at yourself. Look.”
Fang Juexia opened his eyes to see himself dressed in women’s clothing, writhing atop Pei Tingsong’s lap like a white snake. He was almost unrecognizable from his usual self—the coldness and reserve crushed into nothingness, leaving only raw, honest desire. His breath quickened. The sight of their joined bodies in the mirror seemed to fuel a reckless abandon within him, and he writhed with renewed abandon, channeling the energy of a dancer.
As if rewarding him, Pei Tingsong stroked Fang Juexia’s trembling penis. His voice thick with panting, he murmured, “How did I never notice before? My Juexia is so skilled at seduction.”
The member inside repeatedly ground against his most sensitive spot, sending shivers through Fang Juexia’s body. “Mmm… so good…”
Hearing his direct expression of pleasure filled Pei Tingsong with satisfaction. Watching his beloved sway his hips against him was exquisite, yet it tested his endurance. Pei Tingsong gripped his hips and stood up, using the thrusting motion to pull him forward step by step, like two animals inseparable.
“Ah… it hurts… Ting Song, stop moving…”
Fang Juexia’s plea carried a hint of tears, tinged with desperation. Yet this did not halt Pei Tingsong. As he walked forward, he thrust himself deep into his brother’s body, until Fang Juexia’s back pressed against the cold mirror surface.
“Want a closer look?” Pei Tingsong pressed him from behind like a rabid beast, thrusting upward with each stroke. Fang Juexia felt as if he would be split in two. His body convulsed, shoulders scraping against the smooth glass. The thin air forced him to gasp for breath through parted lips.
When he withdrew, his exhaled breath fogged the mirror. With each forceful thrust, he was pushed forward again, his lips brushing against the mist. Making love to Pei Tingsong while kissing his own reflection in the mirror—he was the most depraved person in the world.
Pei Tingsong nipped at his soft earlobe. “You know what suddenly occurred to me?”
“Mm… what…” Fang Juexia’s voice was already slurred.
“I remembered that time you were practicing dance with a blindfold on in the studio. You lifted your leg up to your shoulder, and your pants slid down your thigh like that. It nearly drove me wild. Then I secretly turned off the lights and pinned you against the mirror from behind, just like this.”
Pei Tingsong’s tongue traced the curve of his ear. “Good thing you weren’t aware back then. Otherwise, I would’ve fucked you senseless right there in the studio.”
Hearing his words, Fang Juexia found it harder to suppress his desire, rubbing himself against the mirror in arousal. He actually recalled that day—memories distorted by lust, no longer just a simple conversation, but being pinned against the mirror by Pei Tingsong and merging wildly, just like now.
He’d only meant to voice the thought aloud, never expecting Pei Tingsong to hear him. Softly, he asked, “Tingsong… do… do you want to try that?”
Pei Tingsong frowned in confusion, forcing himself to pull away. “What?”
Fang Juexia pressed himself against the mirror, struggling to control his ragged breaths. His limbs felt like jelly, making every movement difficult. Yet he forced himself to wrap his left arm around his own left leg. Years of practice allowed him to lift his slender, pale leg with relative ease, bending it until it formed a near-perfect straight line with the floor, his suppressed moans echoing in the air.
“Like this…” he gasped, resembling the exquisite ballerina on a music box—immersed in desire, pure yet wanton. Pei Tingsong had never witnessed such a sight. He embraced Fang Juexia from behind, guiding himself back into his body. This position allowed him to penetrate deepest.
Even now, the muscles in his legs remained taut, his suspended toes stretched into perfect points. To Pei Tingsong, it was a resilient eroticism.
“Ah…” Fang Juexia was thoroughly penetrated, poised like a dancer.
Dance was the most sacred thing to him, yet now he was being thrust into and ravaged by Pei Tingsong like a beast, releasing instinct and nature. He had truly fallen completely, and yet he was utterly blissful.
His legs gave way, and Pei Tingsong pinned him against the mirror from behind. Kissing his legs, he thrust deeper and fiercer, only then noticing Fang Juexia’s sole supporting leg trembling like a fragile flower stalk. His voice grew higher and sharper. A white haze blurred his vision—whether from his own breath or the distant sea mist, he couldn’t tell. Everything grew indistinct except the pleasure, sharpening, piercing through his body.
“I can’t… Ting Song, I can’t… I’m going to come…”
The liquid spurted out, flowing down the mirror. He saw it all clearly.
At the moment of release, the passage clenched violently, nearly squeezing Pei Tingsong out. Knowing he’d feel drained after ejaculating, he lowered the leg he’d been holding up, carried him back to the bed, and removed his swimsuit. The swimsuit’s edges had left red marks on Fang Juexia’s pale skin. Pei Tingsong traced those marks with his tongue, then took Fang Juexia’s already erect nipple into his mouth. He thrust himself deep inside Fang Juexia, each low groan sending shivers through Fang Juexia’s body.
His scrotum slapped against the entrance, the sound more intense than waves crashing against the shore. After climax, there was no respite. Pei Tingsong’s every thrust hammered his sensitive spot, leaving Fang Juexia gasping for breath. Fucked into incoherence, he had no idea what he was saying, his consciousness a blur. “Tingsong… Pei Tingsong, it feels so good… Don’t… Mmm…”
“Can’t you even speak anymore, baby?” Pei Tingsong thrust his hips, leaning down to kiss him. “Shall I teach you how to talk?” “Mm… Mm…”
Tears welled in Fang Juexia’s eyes as his trembling cock dripped thin, sticky fluid.
Pei Tingsong hooked his tongue, teaching him in a slurred kiss. “Say, ‘I’m the best at seducing you.’ Say it for me.”
Fang Juexia’s consciousness shattered with every thrust, his eyes veiled in a hazy mist. He could only follow Pei Tingsong’s lead. “I… I’m the best at seducing you…” “Good boy.”
As if encouraged by those words, Fang Juexia reached up to wrap his arms around Pei Tingsong’s neck, kissing him fiercely amidst the intense intercourse, kissing him with reckless abandon. He even found himself growing fond of this feeling of shedding shame and restraint, for he loved this man so deeply, craving every part of him.
“I love you, Pei Tingsong… I… I truly love you.”
Amidst Fang Juexia’s deep, passionate kisses and declarations of love, Pei Tingsong finally reached his limit. He withdrew and came onto Fang Juexia’s torn swimsuit. He lay on top of him, kissing him for a long time, sensing Fang Juexia was exhausted and not planning to continue.
As usual, Pei Tingsong filled the tub himself, then picked up his clean-obsessed little brother and carried him to the bathroom. Here too, the bathroom featured floor-to-ceiling transparent glass windows. He lowered Fang Juexia into the tub, slipped in after him, and let Fang Juexia lean lazily against his chest while he squeezed out shower gel to wash him.
The warm water gradually brought Fang Juexia back to his senses. He rested his head against Pei Tingsong’s chest, then lifted his face to kiss the side of his cheek, a smile playing on his own.
“What are you smiling about?” Pei Tingsong dabbed foam onto his nose.
Fang Juexia shook his head. He hadn’t intended to say anything, but in the end couldn’t resist. Turning from the water, he pressed his face against Pei Tingsong’s ear and whispered, “I was going to do something earlier, but I forgot.”
Pei Tingsong raised an eyebrow. “What was it?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Fang Juexia grabbed his hand, stuck out his tongue, and licked the spot between his thumb and index finger where he’d left a bite mark. His eyes met Pei Tingsong’s, bright and cat-like.
Pei Tingsong felt his temples throb. The resolve he’d just steeled himself with threatened to crumble instantly. “Fang Juexia…” “There’s one more thing.” Fang Juexia kissed his web of the hand again, then wrapped both arms around his neck. “I think you might like it, but I’m not sure…”
Pei Tingsong’s heart pounded wildly, yet he forced himself to appear composed as he awaited the surprise. “Whatever you do, I’ll like it. Go ahead, tell me what it is.”
“Because… every time you call me like that, I really like it. So I wanted to try calling you that way.”
Call him?
The next second, Fang Juexia pressed his flushed ear against Pei Tingsong’s, his voice soft and tentative as a feather, “Brother.”
“Brother Tingsong…”
“Ah, I’m going to lose my mind.” Pei Tingsong suddenly cursed, startling Fang Juexia. Just as he blinked in surprise, Pei Tingsong pressed him down. “This really isn’t my fault for being unable to resist temptation. If you’re going to blame anyone, blame yourself.” Another sleepless night.
