He couldn’t voice more demands, only instinctively chasing Huo Boyan’s lips and tongue. The darkness further restricted his movements, but he finally touched Huo Boyan’s lips. He had just kissed once when Huo Boyan pulled away. Zhu Ran got a bit angry and leaned in again, only for Huo Boyan to nip him, still not kissing more.
Zhu Ran finally exploded and opened his mouth to curse: “Huo Boyan, don’t tease me on purp—mmph…”
His jaw was pinched, and a solid, deep kiss blocked his lips.
Zhu Ran was pressed onto the massage bed, Huo Boyan’s robust body pressing down, shaking the bed.
All of Zhu Ran’s anger dissolved in this dominant, intense kiss, his bluster turning into something sticky and gooey. The rhythm game’s progress bar soared higher and higher, turning all the gray and white into color.
“Huo Boyan… that’s enough…” Zhu Ran turned his head to end the kiss, only for Huo Boyan to bite his Adam’s apple.
When they finally stopped, the tie over Zhu Ran’s eyes had slipped to the side, revealing a pair of dazed eyes underneath. Zhu Ran lay on his side with his lower body to the left, his back still on the massage bed, lifting his head from the right to look at Huo Boyan’s face. His lips remained parted, as if still expecting more.
Huo Boyan’s breathing grew heavier. He pressed Zhu Ran’s nape and kissed down again.
The massage bed couldn’t withstand such forceful movements and creaked incessantly. It was too stimulating—Zhu Ran’s scalp tingled. He wanted to push away with his hands, but Huo Boyan suppressed him completely.
When it ended this time, even Zhu Ran’s gaze was scattered. He lay on the bed in a daze, clearly bullied badly—anyone could see it.
Zhu Ran took a full ten seconds to recover some sanity, propping up his barely exercised body with his arms.
The blanket slid off him like water, and the little pig poked out its pink head, challenging Huo Boyan’s self-control from all angles.
Huo Boyan looked for a few seconds, then calmly averted his gaze and dialed the phone, instructing: “Upgrade the next-door guests to a full SPA package.”
Zhu Ran and the others had originally booked a 2-hour basic package with just a full-body oil massage. The upgrade added facial SPA, head therapy, petal bath, full-body scrub—a whole set that took four or five hours.
The price doubled, and the service upgraded, so the two ladies naturally agreed.
Soon, Zhu Ran’s phone vibrated. Huo Boyan answered for him and held it to his ear: “Answer them.”
“Mom…” Zhu Ran’s body was still limp, his brain a mushy mess. Hearing Huo Boyan’s command, he subconsciously called out. His voice came out so sticky that Zhu Ran snapped back to reality in fright. He cleared his throat and feigned a just-woken-up tone: “What’s up? I was just falling asleep.”
Wang Ruyun finally relaxed and told Zhu Ran their SPA had been upgraded, asking if his had too.
Upgraded what? Zhu Ran looked up at Huo Boyan. Huo Boyan nodded at him, so Zhu Ran said yes.
Wang Ruyun then hung up and continued enjoying the massage with her sister.
On this side, Zhu Ran’s mind had fully cleared. He felt teased by Huo Boyan and, putting down the phone, wanted to settle accounts: “Huo Boyan, why did you upgrade ours?”
Huo Boyan’s gaze dropped, and he suddenly said, “Zhu Ran, do you need my help?”
Zhu Ran looked down—his brain boomed, and his entire face flushed red. He had never been so embarrassed. He frantically pulled the blanket to cover himself, barely maintaining his composure.
Huo Boyan asked again: “Do you need me to help you?”
Zhu Ran’s lips moved, but the refusal wouldn’t come out no matter what.
The music in the room had stopped at some point. Zhu Ran sat on the bed, hearing his own heart pounding wildly.
Then Huo Boyan leaned closer. Zhu Ran heard the rustle of clothing, and the hands that had once been coated in oil now made sticky sounds as the oil was pushed aside.
Zhu Ran bit his lip and tightly grabbed Huo Boyan’s wrist. Unfortunately, his strength was too small. Huo Boyan ate two or three times as much as him, was two sizes larger, and possessed a body tempered through aerobic and strength training—Thousand Hammers Hundred Temperings.
Zhu Ran’s bit of strength was like an ant trying to stop a car compared to Huo Boyan’s grip. For a moment, it wasn’t even clear if he was resisting or urging him on.
Zhu Ran’s strength grew weaker and weaker until he couldn’t even hold Huo Boyan’s wrist, leaving only his nails unconsciously scratching.
Then time seemed to freeze.
Huo Boyan stayed quiet for several seconds, looking down at his palm, then at Zhu Ran’s dazed expression.
Zhu Ran’s mind blanked for a full ten seconds. Then, seeing Huo Boyan’s movement, he instantly exploded: “Huo Boyan, what are you looking at?”
Huo Boyan freed his other hand to draw some tissues and slowly wiped his fingers, answering Zhu Ran: “I just didn’t expect you to be so…”
Zhu Ran interrupted immediately: “Don’t say it!”
“Thick.” Huo Boyan said.
Zhu Ran: “…”
In a way, this was even more shameful than “fast.” Zhu Ran retorted unconvinced: “Proves I’m pure.”
Huo Boyan laughed and pulled him into his arms, saying gently, “You’ve never done it yourself?”
Zhu Ran muttered: “I’m not like you…”
As he spoke, he suddenly realized he had touched something. His cheeks reddened. After a few seconds, he turned with a stiff upper lip to undo Huo Boyan’s buttons.
He had never done this before—his hands trembled, unable to manage it. In frustration, Huo Boyan pressed his wrist and shook his head lightly.
Zhu Ran bit his lower lip and insisted: “I can help you too…”
“No need.” Huo Boyan tightened his arms, resting his chin on Zhu Ran’s shoulder. “Just let me hold you like this. That’s enough.”
Zhu Ran didn’t insist anymore. A few minutes later, his face suddenly flushed, a delicious, knowing expression on his pretty face: “Since you don’t want it, can you help me once more?”
·
This SPA session lasted a full five hours, and by the end, it was almost dark.
Wang Ruyun and Wang Zhuoying emerged feeling utterly refreshed, as if their whole bodies had been marinated and their skin blooming.
Zhu Ran followed behind them, his legs weak and trembling between his thighs, as if a demon had sucked him dry of energy.
Wang Ruyun puzzledly looked at Zhu Ran and asked what was wrong.
Zhu Ran cleared his throat and said in a strong voice: “Slept too long. My head’s a bit dizzy.”
“You still can’t nap for too long,” Wang Zhuoying said. “I remember there’s something called nap syndrome. It says napping too long causes headaches and full-body fatigue.”
Zhu Ran nodded repeatedly. As he moved, his shirt and pants kept rubbing against his front and bottom, leaving him uncomfortable no matter what position he tried. His face darkened, and he mentally dragged out Huo Boyan, the chief culprit, to curse him once again.
