Chapter 52

Opening his eyes, he saw the tube of lubricant that Bi Yuan had casually left by the pillow. The scenes from last night, when he had mustered the courage to confess his feelings to Bi Yuan after drinking, flashed one by one through his mind.

Xu Yang vaguely remembered that he had drunk quite a bit at last night’s celebratory banquet. The alcohol had given him the courage to finally speak the words he had been holding back for days. Hearing Bi Yuan personally promise him that he wouldn’t film those videos or let them leak out, the weight on his heart finally lifted.

But how absurd was it to have actively confessed his feelings? Xu Yang felt embarrassed just thinking about it.

Drunkenness led to reckless behavior, and he even stayed overnight at someone else’s house, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky. Xu Yang lay back down on the bed, and when his head hit the pillow, the ceiling seemed to spin.

The scene before his eyes spun, and the person before him spun as well. His voice was hoarse from crying, and Xu Yang, like a lost child seeing the faintly lit village houses, couldn’t stop crying. With each kiss Zhaoyuan placed on him, his body trembled uncontrollably.

His eyelids were kissed by the gentle lips of the person beside him. The swollen eyelids, covered by a thick layer of tears, still sensed the warm touch of dry lips on them. Xu Yang was immersed in the tenderness and care the person beside him was giving him.

He was suddenly flipped over, his back colliding with the sofa back, his legs spread wide as he faced the closed gate. Looking at the shirt still hanging halfway off his arm, Xu Yang instinctively leaned his lips toward the closed gate. This was the first time Xu Yang had initiated a kiss with Bi Yuan. Bi Yuan was excited like a child tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, clutching Xu Yang’s waist tightly and sucking on his tongue, unwilling to let go.

Xu Yang could feel his joy; the hands holding him were trembling. It was a strange clumsiness—though he had brought Xu Yang to climax many times before, he was now overwhelmed with excitement from a single initiated kiss. The swollen member between his legs glistened with sticky fluid, slowly trickling down the rounded, fleshy head. The area below, partially obscured by the two scrotal sacs, had already been rubbed into a state of tension by Bi Yuan’s fingers.

Feeling the closed walls finally release their tight grip, Xu Yang opened his swollen eyelids and followed the closed walls downward. He saw him kneel between his legs, his fingers parting the sacs hanging between his legs, his gaze moving downward from the erect object, coming to rest on the gathered folds between his thighs.

He was looking at that! Just thinking about it made Xu Yang excited. It was a kind of pleasure from being watched, a feeling he couldn’t quite describe. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but Xu Yang found himself secretly hoping that Bi Yuan would do what he did the first time they made love…

“Mr. Bi!” A smooth tongue pressed against his perineum, tracing downward from there toward the warm, moist crevice. Xu Yang couldn’t help but gasp, his voice cracking as he called out, “Mr. Bi.”

The pleasure of being licked came in waves from his buttocks, and all the nerves in his body seemed to be concentrated in that small area. The sensation of the man’s tongue gliding over the folds was astonishingly vivid. His chest rose and fell uncontrollably, and he exhaled broken, ragged breaths. His throat had just cried, and now the moans he emitted were hoarse and low, yet incredibly sensual.

Frowning, he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. There was no light shining on it, just a gray haze, and the patterns on the ceiling were indistinct. His drunk mind was fuzzy, mixed with the pleasure coming from his buttocks, and everything in his line of sight was spinning and swaying.

He shamelessly spread his legs, feeling the wet, slippery sensation of the tongue licking his buttocks, moaning without shame.

He couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t endure this prolonged torment! The place being licked by the soft tongue yearned to be stretched open, filled, and penetrated by that fiery object!

Xu Yang pulled the man buried beneath his buttocks, who was working tirelessly, and before the man could react, he reached into the man’s already open pants, through the curly pubic hair, and gripped the fully erect, eager object, vigorously stroking it up and down. his eyes fixed on Bi Yuan’s lips, his mouth slightly parted, ready to lean in and kiss him fiercely.

He must be drunk; otherwise, how could he be so shameless in his advances… Xu Yang refused to acknowledge this fact, his mind scrambling to come up with ridiculous excuses. But before Xu Yang could think about whether this was shameful, Bi Yuan pressed his hips against him, the glans touching the soft crease of his buttocks. The sensation of the genitalia touching the buttocks sent a shiver through Xu Yang’s body, causing him to involuntarily focus all his attention on the spot being pressed against.

Both of them were focused on the act of penetration. Feeling his buttocks being forced apart by Bi Yuan’s member, his anus could even distinguish whether it was the head or the shaft being pushed in. Such a large object was slowly forcing its way into the fiery interior, the intestinal walls wrapping around it, his buttocks involuntarily contracting and sucking.

“I love you so much…” When he was fully inserted, Bi Yuan’s voice, filled with desire, murmured hoarsely in Xu Yang’s ear. But by then, Xu Yang had been overwhelmed by desire, desperately wanting Bi Yuan to thrust inside him. His brain had shut down from the heat, and he didn’t bother to think about what Bi Yuan had said; he just nodded randomly.

After coming to his senses, Xu Yang couldn’t help but think arrogantly: Was Mr. Bi confessing his feelings to him? But as soon as that thought formed in his mind, he shook his head vigorously in self-doubt.

Last night, Xu Yang and Bi Yuan were like two wild animals, engaging in primal copulation on the sofa, their lips and tongues intertwined, their lower bodies pressed tightly together in perfect harmony, their desires intertwined, and their inner longings overlapping. Heavy breathing rose and fell, tinged with a hint of unbearable pleasure.

Xu Yang could vaguely recall the sensation of being roughly penetrated by Bi Yuan, the friction against his prostate feeling like an electric shock, or like being thrust into the sky and then free-falling, leaving him unable to resist the urge to scream, wanting to cling to Bi Yuan and sink into the waves of desire together.

At the peak of ecstasy, his pores opened in bliss, his hair stood on end, and wave after wave of pleasure spread from their union throughout his body. The closed gate’s scalding semen shot into his body, like a declaration of ownership, giving Xu Yang a sense of both shame and lustful satisfaction.

It was the taste of being possessed.

The familiar “ding ding” sound rang out, pulling Xu Yang back to reality from last night’s sexual memories. Glancing at the thing that had already hardened just from recalling the act of lovemaking, Xu Yang felt an urge for the first time to make it go soft.

The phone was ringing, but the sound was faint and muffled, as if it had been covered by something and thrown far away. For a moment, Xu Yang couldn’t remember where his phone was. But even after the ringing stopped, Xu Yang couldn’t find his phone.

He had drunk a bit too much last night and vaguely remembered lying on the sofa with Bi Yuan, his pants already pulled down, but he couldn’t recall when his clothes had been removed. He could only assume that his phone had been left behind on the sofa along with his pants.

Getting out of bed naked, he saw the hangover remedy Biyuan had brought last night while looking for his slippers. A sticky note on it read, “Yangyang, remember to take the medicine when you wake up.” The crooked handwriting made Xu Yang chuckle. How could Mr. Biyuan’s handwriting be… so cute?

The phone was eventually found on the sofa. But what surprised Xu Yang was that the phone wasn’t found in his pants pocket, but stuck in the gap between the sofa cushion and the backrest.

The call that came in earlier was from a local number, but he hadn’t saved that number. Xu Yang guessed it might be a sales call or something else, so he didn’t call back. But when he unlocked the phone and opened the screen saver, the page that popped up wasn’t the usual music note background home screen, but the text message page.

There was an open dialogue box, and the unknown number from earlier had sent two text messages this morning at midnight. One was an address, and the other…

—Meet me at the address above at noon today. I have something of yours that you wouldn’t dare make public.

His naked body suddenly felt a chill, and Xu Yang couldn’t help but shiver. What did “something you wouldn’t dare make public” refer to? Xu Yang dared not think about it.

Just a few nights ago, during that chaotic and passionate night, he had just agreed to himthat those videos would never be filmed again or leaked. But now, how did this unknown number obtain the “work,” and who is this person holding his “leverage”?

Xu Yang’s hands trembled uncontrollably, shaking so violently that he nearly dropped his phone. Upon waking to such beautiful sunlight, he had thought all the darkness would be swept away, but at that very moment, an invisible hand pushed him into the icy sea.

He suddenly thought of Bi Yuan, the man who had led him astray yet was willing to pull him back halfway. He was like a lifeline, making Xu Yang want to keep swimming toward him, as if only by holding onto him could he find hope for survival.

The phone screen went black, and the page that had been open plunged into darkness. A sudden thought flashed through Xu Yang’s mind—when he had opened the phone screen earlier, the page displayed was the text message conversation window, and those two messages were marked as “read.” That meant…

Mr. Bi had seen those messages!

Where was Mr. Bi at that moment?