With a sneer on his lips, He Yu closely examined Xie Qingcheng’s pale face.
“A man who’s been fucked by a student from a neighboring university? When the time comes, I doubt I’ll be the only one they see as a psycho.”
Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.
“I’m a very reasonable person. I’m giving you a choice. The phone is right here. Whether you use it is up to you.”
Xie Qingcheng said nothing.
He Yu knew that he was trapped. Even a man like him was helpless sometimes. He stared at Xie Qingcheng for a while longer, as if trying to engrave the man’s current appearance deep into his mind.
Xie Qingcheng had witnessed his stupidity for years without telling him a thing. Now it was He Yu’s turn—he wanted his own chance to watch Xie Qingcheng lose his composure. And, as it turned out, this course of action would give him everything he wanted.
This thought made him even more excited, so he went to kiss Xie Qingcheng’s lips again, indulging in that soft flesh.
Even though Xie Qingcheng didn’t call anyone to save him, and even as the torment of Plum Fragrance 59 gnawed at him like a thousand ants chewing at his insides, he endured and did not react at all to He Yu’s kiss. His peach-blossom eyes had frozen into ice, while his lashes seemed to have frosted over. And so, after a momentary entanglement, He Yu’s initial satisfaction began to wear off.
It was like kissing an ice statue. No matter what he did, no matter how he provoked or degraded him, Xie Qingcheng remained silent.
How cold. So cold it infuriated He Yu. But it also made him feel the urgent need to shatter this rigid layer of ice, like ice-fishing in winter. He wanted to break Xie Qingcheng open, gouge him apart, and pierce him through. To reach the yielding, bountiful water underneath.
As this whim flashed through his head, He Yu’s greedy ambition swelled even further. The desire to bore through the ice in search of water became terrifyingly urgent. Although Xie Qingcheng could no doubt sense it, his hands had been bound and his whole body was limp from the strong liquor he’d drunk, so he couldn’t break free. All he could do was stare at He Yu viciously through bloodshot eyes.
He Yu’s hands roamed beneath the loosened shirt. After finishing up some sort of exploration, he looked up to meet Xie Qingcheng’s eyes. Eventually, as if provoked by Xie Qingcheng’s misty yet still viciously frigid gaze, the youth’s blood started to burn. Even the shirt that barely covered Xie Qingcheng’s body presented too much of an obstruction to him.
If Xie Qingcheng was trying to be all neat and ascetic, then He Yu just had to turn him into a complete wreck and feast upon the sight.
He Yu looked at the man in his arms. Xie Qingcheng’s shirt had long since slipped down to his elbows, his broad, sturdy chest fully exposed to the young man’s eyes. It was even covered in the faint red marks He Yu had left with his lips and teeth.
He Yu gazed darkly at the man in front of him for a long time. Xie Qingcheng used to be a piece of cake he couldn’t afford, someone he couldn’t manage to keep. He’d even tried to make his own sister stay away from He Yu.
Very well… Very well.
Then he’d just make Xie Qingcheng reap what he sowed and repay him with his own body!
He Yu was painfully hard and swollen. He didn’t want to wait anymore, and his madness surged through the last of his reservations. He picked Xie Qingcheng up, his hands digging into his waist as he carried him deeper into the inner chamber of the private room.
“He Yu! Let go! Put me down!”
The inner chamber was a lounge room, and it was decorated suggestively, with dim lighting and even rose petals scattered on the bed. He Yu scoffed out loud at the sight before tossing Xie Qingcheng directly onto the bed and pinning him down with his own tall, heavy body before Xie Qingcheng had the chance to struggle upright.
By this point, no matter how straight Xie Qingcheng was, he truly did believe that He Yu was going to follow through on his threat. The tendons of Xie Qingcheng’s bound hands bulged as his nails sank into his palms, and he trembled violently.
“You…” he rasped with bloodshot eyes, “You fucker, if you dare do this to me… Just wait and see…how I’ll deal with you!”
He Yu didn’t waste any breath on him whatsoever. He’d also had some liquor, and Xie Qingcheng’s appearance had riled him up so much that he felt like his brain was on fire. He yanked open the bedside drawer without a word. Digging through it hastily, he found a box of condoms, which he tore apart. Then, right there before Xie Qingcheng’s bloodless face, he unzipped his jeans and pushed down his underwear.
When the young man’s dick sprang out, even the habitually composed Xie Qingcheng felt his mind go blank. His lust-flushed face was overtaken by a terror so great that it even took the edge off his drug-induced desire.
It was too terrifying. The events that were transpiring and the youth’s size—both were far too horrifying.
He Yu looked up. His eyes were so twisted they no longer resembled those of an ordinary human. He knelt beside Xie Qingcheng, and that thick, veiny cock gave off a faintly musky scent as he shoved it in Xie Qingcheng’s face.
Xie Qingcheng’s voice shook. “He Yu… You motherfucker…”
In the dim light, He Yu took out a condom with one hand and quickly slipped it over his hard, scalding length. He didn’t care how Xie Qingcheng cursed him. He didn’t plan to waste breath on Xie Qingcheng at all. His eyes were already blazing red, completely absent of rationality. All he wanted was to fuck the man in front of him.
Grabbing Xie Qingcheng by the waist and lifting his long legs, He Yu lined himself up and tried to shove his way in.
Xie Qingcheng already found sleeping with another man absolutely unacceptable, but it looked like He Yu wanted to go all the way to home base. He didn’t think kissing, groping, or using hands or mouths was enough—he wanted to go inside on his first try!
Xie Qingcheng broke down completely. “Fuck off! Get the fuck off! He Yu, you’re fucking insane! What’s wrong with you?!”
In response, He Yu only manhandled his legs even more savagely, forcing him to wrap them around his waist. He Yu turned to press a kiss to the side of Xie Qingcheng’s leg, sending another irrepressible thrill of satisfaction through Xie Qingcheng amidst his immense terror and fury.
After kissing him, He Yu tried to push into Xie Qingcheng once more.
This truly was something that only a virgin could have done—and a straight virgin at that. Frowning, He Yu took a few tries to line himself up properly, but by the time he’d painstakingly pressed the searing tip of his cock to Xie Qingcheng’s entrance, he found it was so tight that he couldn’t thrust in at all.
He Yu was deeply irritated, and his dick was achingly hot and hard; his hunger to be inside Xie Qingcheng was driving him insane. He stared down at Xie Qingcheng with an unnatural bloody glint in his eyes.
“Why won’t it go in?” he demanded, panting as he continued trying to force it.
Xie Qingcheng was dazed and aching all over, countless impulses exploding through his mind. It was impossible for him to think straight through the extreme psychological humiliation and insane physiological stimulation.
Having run out of patience, He Yu grabbed Xie Qingcheng by the waist and dragged him closer. The youth’s hot sweat assaulted Xie Qingcheng’s senses, becoming an intense aphrodisiac. It dripped from He Yu’s body, landing on Xie Qingcheng’s sturdy chest as he bucked his hips forward, grinding and thrusting at him incessantly and roughly urging, “Let me in…”
Xie Qingcheng’s eyes were already scarlet. “Like hell I’d let you… Fuck off!”