Zhu Ran and Huo Boyan, who claimed to be very traditional, returned to the bedroom. Huo Boyan was taking a shower in the bathroom while Zhu Ran sat on the two-meter-wide king-sized bed, looking left and right, so nervous that he didn’t know where to put his hands.
He sat there quietly for over a minute before he remembered to tidy up a bit. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, then returned to stand by the bed in self-imposed punishment.
After standing for a while, Zhu Ran suddenly rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a small box and a tube of something. He hid them under his clothes and sneaked them into the bedroom.
He had bought them during his lunch break, wearing a mask at a convenience store near the art gallery. At the time, Zhu Ran hadn’t dared to look closely. He had grabbed the items like he was robbing the place, checked out at the self-service machine, and hurriedly stuffed them into his pocket. He hadn’t expected them to have special features.
Zhu Ran’s face heated up. He thought, I’m already here, gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, and went all in, placing the items on the nightstand. But after glancing at them twice, he felt they were too obvious, so he swept them into the nightstand drawer—only to discover it was stocked full of similar products.
Zhu Ran’s face flushed bright red. Before he could close the drawer, Huo Boyan emerged from the shower.
The man’s arm, scented with body wash, reached past Zhu Ran’s body. He picked up the product Zhu Ran had bought and said, “So you prefer the cooling, stimulating kind?”
“No!” Zhu Ran snatched it back and shoved it into the drawer. He hurriedly added, “I grabbed it randomly. I didn’t know you bought these too.”
Huo Boyan hummed in acknowledgment and calmly said he understood.
Zhu Ran didn’t know how to respond and had zero experience handling such a scene. He lowered his head, ostrich-like, staring at his own toes. But soon, someone pinched his shoulders. Zhu Ran nervously lifted his head, and Huo Boyan’s damp lips descended.
Huo Boyan’s movements weren’t rough at all, but Zhu Ran was too tense, and his body trembled instinctively. Huo Boyan mistook it for fear and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss to soothe him. Only when Zhu Ran had a somewhat indecent reaction did Huo Boyan chuckle softly and push him into the soft, massive bed.
Zhu Ran’s entire face turned beet red. He buried half his face in the cool, silky satin sheets, shyly covering his eyes with the back of his hand—completely exposing his throat and the side of his neck without defense.
Huo Boyan’s fingers, roughened by calluses, gently caressed over them. Everywhere they touched, Zhu Ran’s thin skin flushed with a dreamy pink.
Zhu Ran couldn’t endure such torment. It felt like ants were crawling all over his body. He could no longer evade it and looked pleadingly into Huo Boyan’s eyes, as if begging him not to torture him like this anymore.
“You don’t like it?” Huo Boyan withdrew his right hand and wickedly misinterpreted Zhu Ran’s meaning.
Zhu Ran had sighed in relief at first, but then a greater emptiness rose from deep inside his body, urging him to continue. Yet he couldn’t say such words aloud and could only softly call Huo Boyan’s name.
Huo Boyan hummed in response but didn’t continue.
“Huo Boyan…!” Zhu Ran anxiously called out again, his voice soft and syrupy, carrying a hint of urging.
What followed had nothing to do with being smooth or practiced. The meticulously crafted process Huo Boyan had gleaned from watching countless films completely crumbled. At nearly thirty years old, he suddenly regressed into a hormonal teenage boy, unable to stay composed in front of the person he loved.
As Huo Boyan himself had said, he was indeed very traditional.
But his terrifying size and strength made any fancy techniques unnecessary.
Brute force conquered all. It was only in this moment that Zhu Ran truly understood how fearsome the tabloids’ “Godzilla” was.
Though he had mentally prepared himself, when it actually happened, it still hurt terribly. He was too slender, with only a thin layer over his abdomen—one touch and it ached and swelled.
It didn’t take much effort before Huo Boyan, in the most traditional way possible, fucked Zhu Ran unconscious.
…
Zhu Ran woke up the next day at noon. He was awake, but his mind was still foggy, his body limp and his limbs so heavy he could barely move, unable to react at all. A few minutes after waking, he fell asleep again.
In a half-dreaming haze, he sensed someone wrapping an arm around his waist, drawing close from behind. Zhu Ran let out a muffled “mmph,” and the memories from before he slept resurflooded him.
But he was still sleeping now…
Zhu Ran really couldn’t stand Huo Boyan’s dominance. He struggled to evade, but his body was too limp to even voice a refusal.
His only resistance was crawling two centimeters across the bed before Huo Boyan grabbed his waist and yanked him back. His body and mouth emitted a bunch of sounds that would make one’s ears burn.
