But now, Xie Qingcheng was the one collapsed in front of him with no ability to fight back. He Yu could fuck him if he wanted! “Total manly man,” his ass. The “ideal top?” Wouldn’t he be no different from a woman once he got fucked? Then those idiots would realize, just like he had, that everything about Xie Qingcheng was an act! Xie Qingcheng would be nothing more than a “total manly man” who’d been fucked by another man…
The moment this thought popped into his head, He Yu was immediately and thoroughly disgusted by himself.
Absurd. Far too absurd. How could that have crossed his mind?
They were both men—straight men. He couldn’t do such a thing. Men were all disgusting… The bodies of his own sex…
But…
But was he supposed to just accept defeat and bow down to Xie Qingcheng with a downcast look on his face? He had spent so much time and effort pouring a whole bottle of Plum Fragrance 59 down Xie Qingcheng’s throat, yet he was still going to lose to Xie Qingcheng?
If he did, he would be nothing more than a dog to Xie Qingcheng for the rest of his life, unable to raise his head ever again. He was in too deep now. He didn’t expect that making Xie Qingcheng drink would be so easy, but that making him lose his composure would be so hard.
He Yu strode over to him and looked at this unsalvageable farce of a situation.
Xie Qingcheng was feeling extremely unwell. It was impossible for him not to give in to his desires tonight. But he was such a tough person that he’d rather be tortured to death himself than bully those pitiful women.
He Yu looked at his dazed face, his eyes clouded with lust, his parted, panting lips.
He Yu didn’t like men’s bodies, of course. But he was contemplating the only path left open to him, a path that might possibly end with Xie Qingcheng showing him weakness. Gazing at Xie Qingcheng’s current appearance, he realized that through this sequence of coincidences, he had found the answer to a question that had long plagued him.
What did Xie Qingcheng look like in bed?
This question had popped into his head in the past when he saw Li Ruoqiu and Xie Qingcheng’s marriage bed.
He Yu had never realized this himself, but no man who was genuinely as straight as an arrow would have wondered what another man would look like lost in the throes of passion. But he had wondered. Many, many times.
He thought that Xie Qingcheng was too cold, too stiff, too abstinent, so he couldn’t even imagine what he would look like intertwined with a woman.
It was only now that he finally got his answer. Now he could see Xie Qingcheng’s face, up close and personal, as he was tormented by desire, as his body was burned by aphrodisiac liquor. That was when he realized that, even though he found other men’s bodies repulsive…Xie Qingcheng was different, somehow, from what he assumed married men would be like. He was just too abstinent and restrained.
Sinful, yet alluring. Like a deity ensnared by a snake.
He Yu looked at this familiar-yet-unfamiliar body, at this man who had once been so imposing to him, and mulled numbly over his complicated emotions. He found that, more than anything else, he was filled to the brim with excitement at the novelty, and a sort of wild, vengeful exhilaration.
He had truly gone insane tonight. He had lost all reason. Everything in his past had been destroyed: Xie Xue was fake. The contract period was fake. Xie Qingcheng’s words were fake. Everything he thought he knew had been turned completely upside down.
In the past, He Yu might have held firm that, no matter what, men were not to be touched. Not for any reason.
But tonight…
Xie Qingcheng had destroyed eleven fucking years of his faith.
His whole world had been overturned.
What was the big deal?
What did sex matter?
He’d come here to cut loose. He was planning to do something that he never would’ve done before, something scandalous and shocking, to destroy the foolish He Yu that he had been before.
So, what would be more perverse than sleeping with women in a nightclub? The answer was already on the tip of his tongue.
The more He Yu thought about it, the stronger the thrill running through him became. This was the thrill of rejecting his past self, the thrill of destroying who he used to be.
He wanted to destroy himself.
And at the same time, he wanted to destroy the Xie Qingcheng who had deceived him and left him in such a miserable state.
As his eyes sought out Xie Qingcheng’s face, lust-filled yet restrained, the nature of his gaze began to shift, ever so slowly…
He Yu knew that it was disgusting for a man to fuck another man, but if he was the aggressor, that would make it different from the way he had been harassed by those men in the past… He would still be the one abiding by male instinct.
But Xie Qingcheng?
As a straight man, even if Xie Qingcheng had been unable to hold back and slept with a woman, he would have only been a little bothered and embarrassed by it. But if Xie Qingcheng really did get fucked by He Yu…
Then… Putting himself in the other’s shoes, to a manly man like Xie Qingcheng, wasn’t that a much greater blow?
Having come to this decision, He Yu felt enlightened. He had been foolish before. He was a freak, so, moving forward, he would become a freak through and through. It made perfect sense for him to resort to the most excessive, cruel means to destroy both himself and the target of his hatred. Why in the world should he settle for the well-traveled path of female temptation?
Xie Qingcheng was already engulfed by lust anyway.
If, during the process, he could arouse Xie Qingcheng, that would be even more hilarious—the mere idea of Xie Qingcheng wanting him, Xie Qingcheng wanting him with no regard for his own dignity… If word got out, it might even kill him!
He Yu had truly gone insane. So insane he trembled with it, so insane he would stop at nothing, so insane he disregarded the very idea of consequences.
With a slap of skin against skin, He Yu grabbed the wrist of the still-dazed Xie Qingcheng.
In the dimly lit private room, Xie Qingcheng heard He Yu’s low voice as the young man faced him with his back to the light, his figure tall and straight, his aura unspeakably, terrifyingly domineering.
“It’s too early for you to say whether I’ve lost right now.” He Yu leaned in, his breath gently brushing across Xie Qingcheng’s carotid artery as he murmured like a snake, dangerous yet enticing. “As for you and me, Xie-ge, let’s see where we stand after tonight.”