GDRG CH29

The first time a few days ago, Shi Xueqing was drunk, with muscles relaxed. Both consciousness and body were soft like a puddle of water.

But this time was different. He was fully conscious throughout. Even though Xing Jun brought some baby oil bought from who knows where, Shi Xueqing still felt dizzy with pain for a moment.

The bent leg position really tested the ligaments. Shi Xueqing tilted his head to the left, and his head hit his own leg; tilting right was the same. Xing Jun also pinched his chin at this time to kiss him, teasing: “…Such good ligaments.”

Shi Xueqing’s vision went dark, thinking don’t bend anymore, can’t bend anymore.

Stars kept bursting before his eyes, each one flashing with questions.

How did I manage it before?

Even in the gap when Xing Jun stopped, he gasped for air and looked down to verify.

The verification result was also very despairing.

He and Xing Jun were really too mismatched!

Shi Xueqing thought his peek was flawless, but this small movement was captured by Xing Jun.

The tranquil and distant literary youth’s face no longer had the usual coolness, but was almost enchanted. He kept gasping, breathing intermittently, eyes wandering unable to focus. He even looked down with curiosity, both cautiously and involuntarily—and then, as if scalded, shrank back.

Xing Jun laughed lowly.

He reached out with a broad palm to caress Shi Xueqing’s flushed cheeks, lowering his head to enjoy the beautiful scene he created. The summer room, even with air conditioning, couldn’t stop the intense heat of two tightly pressed bodies. Moreover, Xing Jun had been impulsive for a long time, finally getting his wish fulfilled.

Sweat seeped from his forehead, flowing down his wheat-colored cheeks and chin, dripping onto Shi Xueqing’s collarbone. That collarbone skin should have been snow-white, but now it was also stained with intense red.

He could clearly feel Shi Xueqing shivering from this. As if what dripped on Shi Xueqing wasn’t his sweat, but candle wax.

Hot enough to make Shi Xueqing tremble.

So Xing Jun wanted to get more sweat all over Shi Xueqing’s body.

“Ah!”

Xing Jun pressed closer. The touching skin made Shi Xueqing more clearly feel the other’s abdominal muscles.

Hard as iron, as he exerted force, the twisted muscles contracted, hitting his body one after another.

Shi Xueqing finally couldn’t help wanting to cry. He had only heard of looking good but useless, but didn’t expect Xing Jun’s muscles to be both good-looking and useful, and overly useful.

In a trance, he thought he had become Xing Jun’s punching bag for boxing. The rich guy wearing red boxing gloves was avenging himself by hitting the sandbag hard and fast, making it bang loudly.

This association made him unable to hold back a cry, mournful and sensual.

Xing Jun’s movements stopped at this moment.

Sweaty hands caressed his face. Moisturized by sweat, the calluses from rock climbing no longer hurt the skin.

Shi Xueqing dimly saw Xing Jun seemed to have something to say, and nervously tensed up unconsciously.

Nervousness had consequences.

Then he screamed again.

“Feel good?” After that scream, Xing Jun continued to touch his face. “Want more?”

Xing Jun took the opportunity to adjust Shi Xueqing’s legs, wanting to change positions. But just as Shi Xueqing could hug his back with both hands, sudden pain came from his shoulder.

—Shi Xueqing bit him hard.

A bloody taste filled his teeth. Shi Xueqing was bullied unbearably, but because of this mouthful of blood, he temporarily remembered that Xing Jun was his sugar daddy. But compared to the fear of hurting the sugar daddy, what he thought of first was grief and indignation.

If it weren’t for that damned stepfather, he wouldn’t need to suffer this sore and swollen pain. Without the stepfather, his sister would have money to go to a good school, and he would have money to learn art. He wouldn’t need to work every day, pretending with a candle costing dozens of dollars more than ten times.

Thinking about it, he actually cried. Tears dripped one by one onto Xing Jun’s wound.

Xing Jun didn’t expect Shi Xueqing to bite—and bite so hard. Even though his muscles were well-trained, he still felt very painful.

He was about to get angry, pull Shi Xueqing’s mouth open, and scold him a bit. But soon, he felt moisture on his shoulder.

He still pulled Shi Xueqing away, but to watch him cry. Shi Xueqing’s face was all messy from heat and sweat, lips bright red from being kissed, hair strands messily stuck to his skin. What a scene of debauchery.

But Shi Xueqing’s tears fell in strings, like heavy wisteria dropping to the ground.

Xing Jun, whose expression never changed even when the stock market crashed, was startled.

He didn’t know the real reason Shi Xueqing was crying, just wondering if his technique was that bad. But during the first time, didn’t Shi Xueqing seem very comfortable?

Xing Jun hurriedly checked. Shi Xueqing wasn’t bleeding, and he used plenty of oil. He thought, maybe Shi Xueqing hadn’t felt good for too long, so was worn down to tears by the continuous feelings.

Continuing at this time and sending Shi Xueqing up might be the qualified good choice. Xing Jun had no experience before and could only think this way.

But he really couldn’t stand seeing people younger than him cry, perhaps the fact that his parents didn’t care for him and his sister when they were young left a mark on his life.

At this moment, looking at Shi Xueqing’s face wet with tears, appearing more beautiful and able to arouse the desire to bully than usual, he suddenly remembered that Shi Xueqing was a full five years younger than him.

Xing Jun also stopped moving. He held Shi Xueqing and coaxed him softly, stroking his spine: “What’s wrong? Uncomfortable?”

“Want a kiss?”

The hot, broad hand on his back brought an illusion of being comforted and cared for. Being coaxed like this, Shi Xueqing cried even harder.

“Don’t cry anymore, your face is all wrinkled, like a little monkey.” Xing Jun said. “Do you know what sound a monkey makes?”

Shi Xueqing subconsciously caught the keywords. What monkey? Do I look ugly right now?

Green tea skills too ingrained in his bones, instinct preceding reason, made Shi Xueqing change his way of crying—in order to catch rich beauties, Shi Xueqing not only practiced a calm smile in front of the mirror but also practiced pretentious crying. Cry a bit, look once, hook once, inviting exploration while also inviting pity.

Overall, very affected.

Xing Jun was about to imitate a monkey call when he saw Shi Xueqing’s crying suddenly change, with overly obvious technique.

Xing Jun: …

Too green tea, too clumsy. But he immediately reacted to it.

Since can’t comfort anyway, might as well continue the activity. Xing Jun stopped consoling and decided to continue feeling good to achieve a win-win. Overall, he felt good, winning the first time. He made Shi Xueqing feel good too, winning the second time.

The storm came again, even more intense than before. Shi Xueqing’s vision went completely black. He sobbed a few sounds and heard Xing Jun press down, saying in his ear: “…So seductive, be good, I’ll make you feel amazing in a bit.”

Fuck.

Shi Xueqing’s vision was completely black, thinking he should have bitten Xing Jun’s artery just now.

But soon, Shi Xueqing horrifyingly discovered that besides pretend crying, he seemed really talented in other aspects. He started crying again, this time with more charm and sensuality in his voice, trembling, like flowers blooming after absorbing water in the rain.

This time Shi Xueqing’s vision went even darker.

He really wasn’t a straight man anymore. He would still keep long hair and wear clavicle chains, but no longer be a straight man.

Xing Jun watched Shi Xueqing’s hair shake, earrings flashing, very sensational. He sucked Shi Xueqing’s earlobe, biting that bit of starlight.

And was satisfied to feel Shi Xueqing’s whole body go weak, as if overstimulated.

The sea breeze of Hawaii was intoxicating. After finishing, Xing Jun opened the window a bit to let fresh air in.

Then he looked back at the bed. Shi Xueqing was lying on his stomach, eyes too tired to open.

The bed was messy, lighting ambiguous, various marks on Shi Xueqing’s jade-white flesh obvious, like flower petals falling on artwork.

This was their first time after establishing the relationship.

His long-cold conscience suddenly moved. Xing Jun carried the exhausted speechless Shi Xueqing to the bathtub to clean up. He made Shi Xueqing sit on him, turned on hot water to bathe and wash his hair, using body wash to make bubbles.

Snow-white bubbles piled on Shi Xueqing’s body. The literary youth half-closed his eyes like a powerless doll. Xing Jun carefully cleaned him, feeling a strange satisfaction in his heart.

The late-night beach no longer had noise. The whole world seemed to have only this one room left. Perhaps outside the room, there were many noisy late-night bars with many people dancing. But those scattered excitements that didn’t belong to them didn’t know that at this moment, he and Shi Xueqing were embracing in the bathtub.

This skin-to-skin, leaning heat, is this the feeling of keeping someone?

Keeping someone feels so good. Xing Jun thought. If I’d known, I should have gone to Xing Wei’s school earlier.

Met Shi Xueqing earlier.

Unlike his white classmates who ran to therapists every few days, Xing Jun refused psychological counseling but also wouldn’t establish normal intimate relationships.

He would only use money to buy—buy companies, buy patents, buy enemies’ downfalls.

Buy things he wanted to possess.

Moreover, he knew his kinks were excessive. As early as high school, he discovered he was very interested in bondage and control, different from normal people.

So very occasionally, he would feel developing intimate romantic relationships gave him some guilt.

Could someone like him developing intimate relationships really bring happiness to the other party? Or was it just one-sided sinful taking?

Fortunately, Shi Xueqing liked digging for his money. Shi Xueqing got happy seeing money.

So, doing Shi Xueqing brought him a mind-body unified satisfaction. Really want to do Shi Xueqing a few more times.

Thinking of this, he solved another impulse using Shi Xueqing’s thighs in the bathtub. Then, using a hairdryer to dry Shi Xueqing’s hair, he put Shi Xueqing back on the bed.

When going to the restroom himself, he saw the sample perfume on the sink. Xing Jun opened it and smelled it—it was the perfume Shi Xueqing wore today.

Actually, he didn’t like the smell of perfume. Just that Shi Xueqing pitifully buying a sample decant just to use a luxury brand’s scent made him feel it was pointless.

Thinking about it, he sent Shi Xueqing another 10000 dollars.

A tip.

Returning to bed, Xing Jun held Shi Xueqing to sleep. He felt warm all over. After boxing before, he would also have this feeling of vigorous blood flow, heat relaxing cells.

But never had the warmth of this moment.

And Shi Xueqing lay in his arms, dreaming. Hazily, he seemed to hear the mailbox “ding” once.

Hopefully not a bill, but someone sending me money.

Slowly, Xing Jun also got sleepy. His sleep had always been poor, but smelling Shi Xueqing’s scent, drowsiness actually surged up.

Perhaps because Shi Xueqing’s breathing when asleep was too even. He thought, what beautiful dream is Shi Xueqing having?

Is he dreaming of shopping in the mall?

And Shi Xueqing indeed dreamed. He dreamed he found someone to exchange currency and sent part of the money back.

Didn’t send it to the stepfather’s account, but his thirteen-year-old sister had a separate account at the bank.

His money was sent to that account.

…

The next morning, Shi Xueqing couldn’t get up again.

“I’ve never seen his health this bad before.” Xing Wei was very puzzled.

Xing Wei’s and Jason’s high school classmates happened to also be in Hawaii. They played together; today they split up activities. Xing Jun got some food in the restaurant, heated the milk, and brought things upstairs.

Shi Xueqing was still sleeping. He put things down; work information came on his phone.

Quite urgent, he’d have to work at the hotel all day today.

Xing Jun felt a bit regretful. He finally glanced at the slender figure in the blanket, was about to return to his room for a meeting, but heard rustling behind him when turning.

Shi Xueqing seemed to have woken up.

“I have meetings at the hotel today. What are your plans?”

After saying this, Xing Jun felt that as the sugar daddy, he didn’t need to say the first half.

As if reporting to Shi Xueqing.

“…Tired.” He heard Shi Xueqing say vaguely. “I’ll sleep a bit more…”

Shi Xueqing turned over and went back to sleep. The literary youth seemed exhausted, without the strength to lift a finger.

Xing Jun unconsciously hooked up the corners of his lips. He left Shi Xueqing’s room and returned to his own living room to work.

His pleasure was probably because he discovered his bedroom skills were quite good.

Male prowess was proven.

While in meetings, Xing Jun thought this way.

Shi Xueqing’s crying from last night unconsciously echoed in his ears, and his body seemed to still have the tactile sensation of Shi Xueqing’s body. After the meeting, Xing Jun found he had reacted again.

Indeed insatiable.

Before the next meeting, he went to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Water flow, white, fabric—everything made him think of Shi Xueqing.

After Shi Xueqing wakes up, if he can still walk, he’ll probably go shopping. Xing Jun thought. Today Shi Xueqing’s account had an extra 20,000 dollars.

…

Shi Xueqing lay in the room without going out.

He was a bit too tired, body sore and swollen. So far, he felt he and Xing Jun still weren’t quite compatible.

Uncomfortable, and listless, feeling like never wanting to move again.

—Until seeing the bank account balance.

Why is there another 10000 dollars?

Shi Xueqing sat up at once, not even caring about being pulled internally. He looked repeatedly, confirming this 10000 dollars was sent by Xing Jun in the early morning—not a bank error.

“…Ah.”

Being kept by Xing Jun really had great prospects.

Shi Xueqing opened the Burberry official website, then closed the browser again.

He lay back on the bed listlessly. The money Xing Jun gave him was divided into three parts.

One part for next month’s rent, one part reserved in the savings account.

Another part was taken to exchange currency.

Twenty thousand RMB, but not planning to send it to the stepfather.

But to find a way to send it to his sister’s middle school homeroom teacher. Shi Xueqing felt he would definitely have a way.

Soon, his account started ringing again.

“What winter takes from here, spring will return to you.”*

Shi Xueqing randomly typed this line on the Moments posting page. Soon, he deleted them one by one.

What could he use as an accompanying picture? Couldn’t screenshot Xing Jun’s transfer record.

Shi Xueqing was slightly melancholic, but not much. Originally, he felt his butt hurt a bit. But now, this pain also carried happiness.

Twenty thousand dollars of happiness.

When getting 1000 dollars a week work-study wage at school, twenty thousand dollars was an astronomical figure. But now that twenty thousand dollars was in hand, Shi Xueqing felt unsatisfied again.

Money just arrived and was already empty-handed. In the end, he still couldn’t bear to buy that Burberry shawl.

Moreover, his tuition for one semester was fifty thousand dollars. The stepfather was increasingly shameless, even wanting to pry the scholarship from his hands.

What if next semester, the stepfather won’t even give tuition, what will I do?

Thinking of this, Shi Xueqing’s heart burned like fire, and he sat up at once. The twenty thousand just received, in his eyes, seemed to evaporate instantly.

Fortunately, there was good news.

“You can also find me if you want to sell secondhand bags.”

“I’ll give you a resale price at least higher than the market. But it has to be an authentic bag.”

Authentic bag.

Of course it’s real!

Shi Xueqing looked at the zeroed account, supporting his waist and standing up again.

The morning after tomorrow, they would return to school. Before then, he had to get his bag back.

Best if Xing Jun could send him another sum of money.

That evening, Shi Xueqing didn’t eat dinner together.

“Xiao Shi said his leg hurts, doesn’t want to go out, ordered takeout himself.” Xing Wei was puzzled again. “Why has he been like Lin Daiyu these past few days?”

Xing Jun worked at the hotel room all day. After all, he was the CEO; even on vacation, he couldn’t be free all the time.

Work was too busy; he didn’t know what the other six were doing today.

As a result, at dinner time, from others’ mouths, Xing Jun learned Shi Xueqing didn’t go to the beach or go shopping.

Returning to the hotel, Xing Jun seemingly normally said goodbye to the others and returned to his room, but started pondering.

Did I exhaust him too much?

Did Shi Xueqing not get out of bed all day?

Xing Jun got up, about to go see Shi Xueqing and apply medicine for him.

Didn’t expect the doorbell to ring at this time.

Just once. The person outside seemed very well-mannered and patient. Unlike other kids who would anxiously keep pressing.

Late at night, who else could come find him? Xing Jun walked to the door, first leaning sideways, suspiciously looking through the peephole.

The beautiful scenery in the peephole stunned him.

First entering view was a silver-gray bathrobe. This color was very picky; with any mistake, it would make one look sallow and earthy.

But the person wearing the bathrobe had delicate white skin, almost with a transparent ice-snow texture. Exposing a bit of collarbone at the neckline, with two ambiguous kiss marks on it.

The bathrobe gap downward was tied with a belt. Looking very suggestive.

Shi Xueqing wore a bathrobe and actually came to the door himself.

Xing Jun opened the door, and Shi Xueqing slipped in like a cat. He even closed the door smoothly when entering, avoiding others discovering he entered Xing Jun’s room.

When he came in, what he brought wasn’t the heat wave of Hawaii outside.

But a mint-scented hair fragrance.

The smell of the shampoo Xing Jun used on him yesterday.

No extra perfume sprayed.

Xing Jun pulled the anti-theft chain. He glanced at what couldn’t be seen in the peephole—Shi Xueqing’s lower half.

Below the silver-gray bathrobe, his calves were straight, slender, and fair. Bone and muscle lines all graceful.

Just still with blue and purple marks.

Just after entering, Shi Xueqing casually scanned the living room. In a corner of the living room, several orange bags were piled there, the Hermès logo obvious.

He secretly sighed in relief.

Of course, Shi Xueqing didn’t proactively come to work. Who would be so dedicated after getting screwed? He just wanted to take back his Hermès bags after finishing—couldn’t expect the rich guy to remember to deliver the bags himself.

After all, the evening after tomorrow they’d be going back.

Wonder if there’s a way to slack off a bit tonight. Shi Xueqing thought in his heart.

He heard that being on top as the zero would be easier, though of course, only easier.

Before Shi Xueqing looked at Xing Jun to start commercial response, he first observed Xing Jun with peripheral vision.

But found Xing Jun staring at him, looking thoughtful.

Shi Xueqing: ?

What is Xing Jun thinking?

His heart unconsciously started drumming.

But Xing Jun knew nothing of Shi Xueqing’s psychological activity. He was just very puzzled and a bit shocked.

Shi Xueqing doesn’t look fully recovered yet. How did he come find him again? Couldn’t be because of dedication.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

A bit bizarrely delighted.

“Go to the bedroom.” Xing Jun said.

Xing Jun finally spoke. Shi Xueqing obediently walked ahead. Walking and walking, he felt a bit awkward, always feeling there was something between his legs.

He uncomfortably supported his waist, not noticing that due to green tea ingrained in his bones, this gesture of his was very alluring.

Xing Jun followed behind, not urging. He watched Shi Xueqing’s awkward walking posture, a hidden joy welling up in his heart.

Shi Xueqing looked reserved and affected, and in front of others, always had a tranquil cool appearance.

Didn’t expect after tasting meat, he’d be so proactive.

Body still not fully recovered, and without being asked, proactively came to the door, coming over wanting more.

And came to find him.

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