I’m the Useless Counterpart to an Overachieving Transmigrator

UCTOOT CH85.2

Shi Shu said awkwardly, “You can reject me, if you aren’t willing.”

Xie Wuchi said, “It is fine. A boyfriend can kiss and be intimate naturally, without needing excuses.”

Shi Shu knew that with Xie Wuchi’s intellect, the man had deduced everything long ago. He confirmed: “So we are officially in a romantic relationship now?”

Xie Wuchi: “Yes.”

Shi Shu asked, “Does this sort of thing require a witness? I’ve never made this kind of pact before.”

Xie Wuchi: “No need.”

“Why not? If we break up, couldn’t someone just pretend it never happened?”

Xie Wuchi remained silent.

While Shi Shu was still nervously clawing at his hair, Xie Wuchi said softly, “Come here.”

He was pulled into the hot spring. Before he knew it, Shi Shu ended up sitting across his lap, the hem of his clothes thoroughly soaked as he leaned in to press his lips against Xie Wuchi’s. The lips were warm; the second their mouths met, a delicious shiver raced across Shi Shu’s scalp, and he kissed him repeatedly. The concept of a “boyfriend” was hazy, but Shi Shu cupped his face and kissed his mouth, warm, slightly salty spring water swept inside by the tangle of their tongues.

Sitting across Xie Wuchi’s lap, Xie Wuchi’s hands barely moved, yet he cooperated seamlessly during the kiss. When Shi Shu touched him, he leaned into it with visible indulgence, hot breath spilling past their parted lips.

The water temperature was high, and their body heat soared in tandem. The springs murmured softly, billowing vapor veiling their overlapping silhouettes. Shi Shu kissed Xie Wuchi gently. Xie Wuchi’s eyes were usually crystalline and sharp, capable of piercing straight through human hearts with terrifying intellect.

Staring at him, Shi Shu noted that his skin was remarkably fine, his teeth straight and clean, the bone structure of his face sharply delineated. Shi Shu couldn’t stop studying his features; when his hand exerted pressure, Xie Wuchi’s brow shifted subtly.

An ascetic restraint shattered by helpless, agonizing arousal.

It was the first time Shi Shu had caught so many of his micro-expressions. He realized that no matter how unbothered Xie Wuchi acted, beneath the elegant mask of aristocratic elitism, the arrogance in his brow and that dismissive, contemptuous chill still surfaced from time to time.

With moist eyes, Shi Shu kept his gaze fixed on Xie Wuchi’s face. He tightened his grip, watching until Xie Wuchi’s pupils lost their focus, unraveling completely—like a soul plunged into the fires of Avici hell, thoroughly overtaken by raw desire. That dazed, helpless surrender sent a distinct tremor straight through Shi Shu’s heart.

Shi Shu licked his lips, vaguely recalling Xie Wuchi’s words.

If you want to understand him, don’t believe a single word—touching his body is best.

By the time Xie Wuchi’s gaze refocused, Shi Shu was already leaning against his chest, pressing a soft, peck of a kiss against the tip of his lips.

…

NSFW

Xie Wuchi opened his eyes.

Ripples swayed across the water. Shi Shu’s hands were submerged in the hot spring; his soaked clothes clung tightly between his legs, yet sitting on Xie Wuchi’s lap, he felt no chill at all.

The length Shi Shu held was thick and rigid, firm to the touch, and so hot against his palm it felt as if it were on fire. As Shi Shu held it, Xie Wuchi ran his distinct, slender fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back to reveal his sharply defined, striking features. Drops of water clung to the bridge of his nose; as his shaft was kneaded, a low gasp slipped from his lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed beneath beads of mist or sweat.

The shape shifted under his touch, the veins pulsing beneath the surface.

Shi Shu bit his lower lip. It had truly turned into him toying with Xie Wuchi’s manhood—and surprisingly, Xie Wuchi was being entirely cooperative, completely unlike the way he used to force him.

With one hand resting on Xie Wuchi’s shoulder and the other wrapped around him, Shi Shu hadn’t thought about bringing him pleasure; he was simply holding it out of curiosity. There was no technique or stroking to speak of—he merely kneaded it a few times in his palm, then brushed his thumb over the swollen, flushed glans. Moreover, he couldn’t help thinking: Xie Wuchi, this thing of yours really does look good.

Xie Wuchi clutched his hair tighter, his length occasionally breaking the water’s surface, held fast by those pale, slender fingers. Shi Shu didn’t know how to pleasure him properly, yet that clumsiness carried an entirely unique thrill.

“Ha…”

Shi Shu leaned in and kissed Xie Wuchi’s lips, his fingers giving a gentle tug. Xie Wuchi’s chest rose and fell, letting slip a low, raspy gasp.

Shi Shu licked his lips. Xie Wuchi clearly knew how to make it feel better, yet he was indulging Shi Shu’s clumsy fumbling—allowing him complete control over his body, desires, sensitive spots, and climax. This unfamiliar sensation—another person surrendering to him so completely—stirred a strange thrill within Shi Shu.

As Xie Wuchi breathed, the tight, sculpted muscles of his waist tensed and undulated. Shi Shu held his shaft—the place where his masculine desires were channeled, his most intimate spot. An act of outercourse, and Xie Wuchi was simply enduring it.

“Nngh…”

Caressed so awkwardly by Shi Shu, Xie Wuchi’s member pulsed in his palm, rigid and brimming with carnal heat. His dark eyes fixed intently on him as he breathed feverishly, “Shi Shu…”

In sexual intimacy, there was a practice called edging—controlling ejaculation. Shi Shu knew nothing of such terms, yet by granting Xie Wuchi pleasure only to pull back on a whim, dictating his arousal and release, he was doing precisely that.

Ever since the first time he had held him through a climax, it was as if some switch had been flipped. In a slightly shameless way, Shi Shu actually liked Xie Wuchi’s member—it was thick, hard, perfectly shaped, and holding it gave him an odd sense of security. Shi Shu flushed just thinking about it. Besides, the dazed, undone look on Xie Wuchi’s face when he was lost in pleasure was mesmerizing… only a little, though. Shi Shu wasn’t a total deviant.

Shi Shu hadn’t set out to control him; he genuinely wanted Xie Wuchi to feel good, he just didn’t really know how to stroke someone properly.

Shi Shu brought his other hand down, resting his palm against the tattoo at the base of Xie Wuchi’s thigh. It was too dark to see clearly, but the moment his skin touched it, Xie Wuchi drew in a sharp breath, and the shaft in Shi Shu’s grip went taut, almost trembling.

Staring at the rigid length, the sheer stimulation made Shi Shu’s head spin. He kneaded the sac below where the seed pooled; veins bulged and pulsed violently along Xie Wuchi’s forehead. His jaw clenched as he stared at Shi Shu, his face flickering with the raw torment of having his release reined in.

Blushing, Shi Shu asked in a small voice, “Does it feel good?” The moment the words left his mouth, he ducked his head.

Xie Wuchi: “You want to make me feel good?”

Shi Shu: “Just… just come, and it’ll be fine.”

Xie Wuchi: “Baby, you have to stroke up and down. The pleasure is much stronger that way.”

“Up and down…”

Shi Shu felt flustered. His pale fingers were covered as Xie Wuchi took his hand, guiding those clean, slender fingers along the vein-ridged shaft. The up-and-down motion gradually settled into a steady rhythm. Shi Shu finally caught on to the mechanics, his face burning crimson.

Such a crude, blunt motion—it had turned entirely into getting him off. Shi Shu had originally just wanted to touch him.

Shi Shu’s breathing quickened too. He stroked the shaft somewhat awkwardly, and Xie Wuchi let out a shuddering breath, looking dizzy with pleasure as his desires were fed: “Ha…”

Shi Shu suppressed his embarrassment and asked, “Does it feel that good?”

Xie Wuchi: “Incredible…”

Xie Wuchi’s voice was hoarse, sounding as though he were holding back filthy words just to answer Shi Shu. But the damp heat clinging to his ear sent blood rushing to Shi Shu’s face, flushing him red under the cover of the midnight mist rising from the hot spring.

Shi Shu kneaded his member; it felt rigid as an iron rod and grew hotter and hotter in his palm. The more he stroked, the more Xie Wuchi’s gasps and groans echoed through the open space around the spring, sounding obscenely clear and intimate.

“Ha… ah… ha-ah…”

Shi Shu bit his lip nervously. “Will someone see us?”

“No… no one comes here… ha…”

Shi Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Without realizing it, he deepened the rhythm of his strokes while stimulating the slick, swollen glans. Xie Wuchi gasped sharply and turned his face away, every muscle in his body tightening as the tendons and flesh along his inner thighs twitched.

“…Does it really feel that good?”

Xie Wuchi: “Yeah.”

He sounded so erotic. His voice was already naturally deep and magnetic, and now, steeped in lust, his unconscious gasps set Shi Shu’s ears ablaze and sent a throbbing ache between his own legs. Shi Shu gritted his teeth, thinking, Xie Wuchi, you really are a sex fiend. He truly could control Xie Wuchi’s expressions through this single point of contact—a slight increase in pressure made him furrow his brows, and a steady rhythm made his panting turn ragged. The man before him was robust, powerful, and impeccably built, his skin smooth and firm; sitting on his lap and toying with him felt surreal, almost like a dream.

Seeming undone by the torment of desire, Xie Wuchi looked so vulnerable that Shi Shu couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss his lips once more.

A deep kiss. Shi Shu licked his lips, and the moment he brushed against the tip of his tongue, Xie Wuchi responded—sliding hot and wet against him, offering his tongue for Shi Shu to taste while sweeping back against Shi Shu’s mouth. He lowered his eyes, water droplets beading along the bridge of his nose. He had every ability to take total control and ravish Shi Shu at will, yet he chose to sit right here, binding his own strength in invisible chains, surrendering his body, lips, and member to Shi Shu’s whims like a demon bewitching and stealing away a mortal’s soul.

Shi Shu increased the pressure of his strokes. Xie Wuchi’s gaze grew darker, glazed with lust. With just a slight reach of his hand, he could easily overpower Shi Shu, pin him down, and take him ruthlessly, driving into that peach-soft rear to satisfy his burning urge to plunge inside and grind against that tight, warm passage. Yet Xie Wuchi’s arms merely trembled, his knuckles flexing and clenching, keeping his legs parted to let Shi Shu play with him as he pleased.

“Ah…” Shi Shu’s thoughts scrambled. Hearing Xie Wuchi’s breathless groans of torment, his hands unconsciously quickened their pace. Xie Wuchi’s chest heaved, his voice growing raspier and more intoxicating. Shi Shu gripped him tightly, teasing his length while kissing his lips. Under the overwhelming barrage of sensation, Xie Wuchi let out a primal, animalistic gasp; his abdominal muscles contracted violently as his member surged into the involuntary throes of climax.

It jerked upward, twitching and pulsing.

Ribbons of cloudy white spilled into the hot spring pool, dispersing across the water. Shi Shu looked down to inspect him: the shaft remained straight and rigid; after releasing a generous amount, the spurts dwindled into smaller pulses. Xie Wuchi’s abdominal muscles contracted, his masculine frame heaving. Eyes half-closed, he turned his face away, yielding entirely to the release of pleasure until the crest of the climax slowly ebbed from his handsome features.

“…”

Breathing hard, Xie Wuchi watched a drop of water roll down the bridge of his nose; as clarity returned, an air of languid ease settled over him. His length remained hard, needing a few more releases before completely settling down, still retaining its striking shape.

Xie Wuchi spoke, his voice low and raspy, “Xiao Shu, I’ve come. Do you still want to play?”

Shi Shu panted, his gaze still fixed on the cloudy trails of fluid that had just escaped Xie Wuchi. Damn it, seriously! What’s so great about watching a guy come? Disgusting… how does Xie Wuchi manage to look so sensuous even at a time like this? Is it just because he’s that good-looking?

Shi Shu covered his face. “I—it’s not like I wanted to see you come…”

Xie Wuchi: “Hm? Still want to play?” His voice carried a post-climax calmness. “Go ahead. I can come again.”

What the hell! Out of his mind… Shi Shu thought. Had he really made it seem like he was only interested in the man’s lower half?

Shi Shu didn’t know what to say. He looked at Xie Wuchi’s still-erect member. Resting between his thighs, tanned to a sun-warmed wheat tone, thick, long, and curving upward, it made Shi Shu’s breath hitch. He felt a twinge of despair, yet his hand reached out and wrapped around it again uncontrollably.

…Just kill me now.

Caught once more in his grip, a flicker of desire passed through Xie Wuchi’s eyes. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he asked in a raspy murmur, “Still want to play with my dick?”

Shi Shu’s face burned crimson, his mouth completely dry, stumbling over his words: “I…”

Xie Wuchi: “Want to try something else?”

Shi Shu: “Huh?”

“It’s been all about me so far. Don’t you want to try?” Xie Wuchi straightened his posture, his voice right by Shi Shu’s ear. Damp and warm, it felt as though he were licking the inside of Shi Shu’s ear.

Shi Shu’s back stiffened, his entire body heating up. “H-how?”

Xie Wuchi: “You could use your tongue. Licking the shaft, wrapping your mouth around it. It feels better than a hand. I could do it for you.”

Shi Shu: “No, absolutely not! That’s too dirty!”

Nervous and tight-chested, Shi Shu hastily refused.

“It isn’t dirty,” Xie Wuchi said, speaking as if merely stating a fact, though his deep tone was intensely suggestive. “Some people even like licking the rear. Once it’s washed clean, using the tongue on the opening feels incredible for the one receiving it. Do you want me to lick you there?”

Xie Wuchi’s voice was drenched in moisture, scraping at Shi Shu’s very bones. It felt as if he had already been licked all over, sending blood rushing straight to his head: “No, no, no!!! What on earth! That’s way too—no! You pervert, that’s completely…”

Xie Wuchi licked his lips. Hearing the slick, wet sound, Shi Shu’s mind dissolved into mush. Xie Wuchi was panting, and Shi Shu was still holding him, but now… Shi Shu was hard as well.

Xie Wuchi: “I’ll use my mouth on the front for you.”

Isn’t that just oral? Shi Shu: “I don’t want to!”

Xie Wuchi: “Then what? What do you want?”

Shi Shu didn’t know what he wanted either. Aware of his own erection, he kept his head down, not daring to look up. Completely ill at ease, he felt somehow subordinate to Xie Wuchi, despairing over how things had escalated to this point.

Xie Wuchi: “Then how about together? Stroking together. We’re both hard; rubbing them against each other will feel amazing.”

Blood surged to Shi Shu’s head. “I… I…” If only Xie Wuchi would simply strip off his pants and press against him, it would be over with, but Xie Wuchi stayed completely still, demanding that Shi Shu take all the initiative.

Shi Shu: “I… I… I…”

Shi Shu gripped his shoulders, his hands shaking constantly, reduced to a stuttering machine repeating “I.” Xie Wuchi could see right through his embarrassment: “Come on… do it with me.” Reaching out, Xie Wuchi untied Shi Shu’s water-soaked pants.

Pale, rounded contours were revealed. Shi Shu had thick hair on his head, but his body hair was very sparse, virtually bare between his legs; his skin was exceptionally fair, smooth, and healthy. The pants hung loosely around his thighs before Xie Wuchi pulled them down past the bend of his knees.

“Sit on my lap,” Xie Wuchi said.

Bare-bottomed, Shi Shu sat on his lap, coming into contact with his scalding skin. His clothes were peeled off by a single hand: “Don’t wear them when they’re wet, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Eh?” Shi Shu muttered. With the last shred of modesty stripped away, he and Xie Wuchi were completely bare. The youth’s body was fair and healthy, his shoulders and back lean and graceful, facing Xie Wuchi eye-to-eye across his parted thighs.

Chuu… Xie Wuchi leaned in and pressed a kiss to Shi Shu’s lips. The next second, the water lapped clearly with their movement as Shi Shu’s body shifted forward, bumping against the hard length, which was caught in another hand. Shi Shu gasped inwardly, but before his focus could drift downward, the wet glide of a tongue captured his thoughts. The light calluses on Xie Wuchi’s fingertips stroked Shi Shu’s jawline while his tongue sucked and kissed him wetly. Meanwhile, his other large hand gathered both shafts together, grinding them, slowly kneading and caressing.

Shi Shu was kissed into a haze of disorientation, panting, his calves trembling: “Ah… it feels so strange…”

Heat radiated outward from his core—an unfamiliar desire, a restless stirring. There was also the sheer intensity of pressing tight against another searing hardness, an overwhelming friction bordering on torment. Just as Shi Shu tried to pull away, he was kissed again, a tongue teasing him: “Mmh… good boy, have you ever masturbated?”

The pale skin behind Shi Shu’s ears flushed crimson in an instant: “I—!…”

“Ever humped a blanket?”

“Xie Wuchi!…”

Shi Shu’s face burned even hotter. He wanted to speak, wanted to pull away, but his tongue was being licked, slick, squelching sounds swallowing all his protests.

“Mmh… chuu… don’t be afraid, it’ll feel good.” No sooner had he murmured the words than Xie Wuchi deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing down toward the back of Shi Shu’s throat. Shi Shu was kissed breathless. As heat passed between their mouths, the pleasure below intensified. It was as if he were held tight in someone’s grasp, being stimulated, provoked, coaxing another soul entirely out of him.

“Xie Wuchi… so hot…”

Shi Shu: “You’re so hard…”

“Does the rubbing hurt?”

Engulfed in Xie Wuchi’s lust, Shi Shu felt overwhelmed. Xie Wuchi was too large—an intensely masculine, imposing shaft—whereas Shi Shu’s was more delicate, subject to the friction and rough grazing of Xie Wuchi’s member. Shi Shu couldn’t take it; stripped of all security, he gasped, “Too hard… it’s too hard… no…”

Panting, Xie Wuchi halted the friction. “Does it hurt?”

Shi Shu: “It hurts…”

“Good baby,” Xie Wuchi kissed him, breath warm against his skin. “Straddle me and grind. Rub yours against mine; it won’t hurt.”

Shi Shu’s mind was in utter turmoil, his brows knitting helplessly. He yielded to the “baby” and “darling” Xie Wuchi called him in the heat of arousal. Slowly straightening his waist, he mirrored the motion, swaying his hips and rubbing against him. Searing hot, so hard… so thick… with a slight tackiness as skin met skin. Shi Shu rubbed against him, the friction mounting in pleasure, but after just two grinds, the shaft slipped sideways, rubbing against his abs instead.

Xie Wuchi straightened it back in place, letting Shi Shu grind slowly. Shi Shu moved his hips; from this posture, it looked almost as though he were straddling him, taking the shaft between his thighs and grinding against it.

Shi Shu was too embarrassed to grind too forcefully, yet the pleasure never seemed to reach a peak. After a hesitant pause, he muttered, “Why doesn’t it feel as good for me as it does for you…”

Xie Wuchi understood: “Want me to do it?”

Shi Shu: “Do what?”

“Make you feel good.”

Shi Shu only felt Xie Wuchi thrust his hips slightly before sitting upright, leaning his back against the cool wall of the hot spring pool, cradling Shi Shu’s bottom firmly against his waist. Shi Shu gripped his shoulders, barely having time to feel puzzled before a hand wrapped around his lower belly.

Stroking the shaft with illicit precision, Xie Wuchi caressed, rubbed, and toyed with him, squeezing the sac beneath. Burning at his core, his chest heaving, Shi Shu collapsed against Xie Wuchi with a cry: “Ah!…”

Under the intense stimulation, with Xie Wuchi stroking his member with one hand and caressing the back of his hand with the other, Shi Shu sat slightly higher, his chest pressed near Xie Wuchi’s face. Hot breath washed over his collarbone as lightly calloused fingers rubbed the bud on his chest, then pinched it, rolling and kneading between his fingertips.

“Ah!…” Shi Shu’s waist arched sharply.

A jolt of electric numbness struck instantly. Shi Shu gasped sharply as his shaft was gripped and stroked, stimulated mercilessly to the tip. Before he could even register what was happening, a blank expanse engulfed his mind.

“Nngh… ah… ha-ah… Xie Wuchi…”

It was the first time Shi Shu had ever experienced such overwhelming stimulation, and to his chagrin, he came immediately. His chest heaved as he panted; even after he released, Xie Wuchi’s palm, slick with semen, continued to caress his length to prolong the pleasure. Shi Shu clutched at Xie Wuchi’s hair while his nipple was toyed with by a large hand, swollen in no time.

In the haze of post-orgasmic blankness, his swollen nipple was lightly flicked by the tip of a tongue, then taken into Xie Wuchi’s mouth.

“Ha…” Shi Shu went completely limp. It took a while for his vision to refocus, his chest already licked red. Looking down, his desire was stirred once more. Gasping, Shi Shu pushed at him: “Xie Wuchi, stop licking.”

“Did it feel good?”

Shi Shu nodded in confusion. “B-but…” His chest was taken into Xie Wuchi’s mouth again, feeling the firm, supple grind of his tongue: “…Xie Wuchi… you…”

Author’s Note:

Saw a meme the other day:

Person A: The UK has entered winter time.

Person A: Will you come see me for Christmas?

Person B: What are you saying? Can’t read this.

Person B: I’m going to feed the chickens now.

I feel like this fits Xie Wuchi and Shi Shu so well.

What Xie Wuchi imagines defining their relationship looks like: A luxury cruise ship sailing across a turbulent gray sea until the waters turn blue; reciting a grand poetic monologue amid the seagulls and wind, confessing his feelings, embracing and kissing, maybe even a diamond ring that is the only one of its kind in the entire world.

What it’s actually like, courtesy of Xiao Shubao (Shi Shu): “Uh… wanna date?”

UCTOOT CH85.2

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