Chapter 84: Bought It Part 1

Fu Si Heng actually hadn’t had such a fetish before.

When Tao Zhi dressed up in women’s clothing for him to see, whether it was for photos or right in front of him, Fu Si Heng’s attention had mostly been focused on his fair skin, as well as his shy movements and expressions.

He thought Tao Zhi looked so cute like that.

Speaking to him while enduring the shame, while also minding the state of his skirt—shy yet beautiful, so his attention had naturally been drawn there.

At most, at most, when his gaze touched the chest area, Fu Si Heng felt a bit puzzled, and wondered why it was so flat and empty—Tao Zhi really should pad something there to cover it up.

Aside from that, there hadn’t been anything overly indecent on his mind.

He could even say that he was thinking of Tao Zhi.

Fu Si Heng considered himself quite upright.

Until Tao Zhi’s winter break ended, and on the day Fu Si Heng picked him up at the airport, in his own kitchen on the counter, when he deliberately teased Tao Zhi and cupped a small handful with his palm.

The delicate, soft skin—his palm could completely cover it, and with a slight squeeze, he could make the little guy’s flat chest puff up a bit.

The curve wasn’t large, but just thinking about how this was Tao Zhi’s male body made Fu Si Heng’s blood boil all over.

He’d clearly had no interest in such things before, but ever since that time, he seemed to have developed this fetish and couldn’t pull himself out of it.

The size when cupped was just right, and Fu Si Heng loved it—including yesterday, when he’d done the same.

When he removed the sponge from Tao Zhi’s chest, he could clearly see the scratch marks and bite marks, along with the slightly swollen skin—

“…Why are you looking at me like that?” Fu Si Heng’s gaze was so strange, his scorching stare seemed to materialize, enveloping him entirely and making his whole body heat up.

Tao Zhi lowered his eyes and pretended to be busy adjusting his clothes: “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Oh.” Fu Si Heng snapped back and responded carelessly: “I haven’t seen you wear something like this before.”

“This is my first time too.” Tao Zhi answered honestly.

Such a short skirt really was his first time.

Thin spaghetti straps, a hem that couldn’t cover his thighs.

Because the neckline was specially shaped like a bustier using crocodile-textured leather, he had to pad his chest accordingly. It didn’t need to be too thick—just enough curve to prop it up.

Tao Zhi had worn it during his last shoot too. He’d clearly overcome the shame of stuffing something in there, but now, in front of Fu Si Heng, he started feeling uncomfortable all over again.

He really shouldn’t have let Fu Si Heng come along.

Tao Zhi pursed his lips, his fingers twisting a corner of the skirt hem, utterly embarrassed.

“The waist chain isn’t fastened right.” Tao Zhi pretended to be busy, but Fu Si Heng spotted the mistake on him at a glance and naturally walked over to Tao Zhi, undoing it and refastening it for him.

After fastening it, he didn’t let go. Instead, he naturally toyed with the skirt hem with his fingers and asked: “How do you wear this outfit?”

Up close, Fu Si Heng realized the middle of the clothes wasn’t decoration—it was a real zipper.

Running vertically from the chest all the way down, the cool metal zipper could be pulled straight to the skirt’s end.

If he just pulled that zipper open like this, what difference would it make from peeling Tao Zhi open with his own hands?

Fu Si Heng’s gaze suddenly darkened.

He straightened up, fingers playing with the zipper pull, and asked in a low voice: “Here?”

“…Mm, right.” With Fu Si Heng’s look, Tao Zhi couldn’t pretend not to understand even if he wanted to.

It was too naked, too fiery, too obvious.

If this were before, two months ago, he definitely would’ve felt scared first, panicking in his mind about how to stop him.

Not now.

Now Tao Zhi was much calmer. If he didn’t like something, he just said so and stopped him.

In most cases, Fu Si Heng listened to him.

So Tao Zhi pursed his lips, raised his hand, and pressed down on Fu Si Heng.

His slender, pretty fingers pressed against the broad, rough palm—wheat-colored skin against snow-white, elongated fingers, the visual contrast stark.

Fu Si Heng looked down, the agitation in his heart growing even more pronounced, impossible to quell.

“Not here—this is someone else’s place.” Tao Zhi steeled himself to remind him: “It’d be so embarrassing if we got caught.”

Someone else’s place, door not even locked—anyone could walk in at any time.

Even if it were locked, no good.

Two men… no, a couple, holed up in a room with the door locked—what they might be doing would be way too obvious.

Getting caught would be humiliating.

Not getting caught would still be humiliating.

Fu Si Heng didn’t comment.

Tao Zhi tried to lift his palm away from the zipper at his chest.

It went smoothly.

Tao Zhi then gently guided Fu Si Heng’s hand down.

He needed both hands to grasp Fu Si Heng’s one, slowly lowering it to his side.

Just as he set it down, he heard Fu Si Heng’s voice.

“Not necessarily.”

“Huh?” Tao Zhi blankly lifted his eyes.

Tao Zhi had actually misunderstood Fu Si Heng.

Though he’d been acting a bit beastly and open lately, this was still someone else’s place—Fu Si Heng wouldn’t be that lacking in propriety.

That said, Fu Si Heng thought that boss seemed pretty sharp.