“Too big?” The man gave a low laugh, his lips curving mockingly. His cold, ink-dark eyes held not the slightest warmth, as though someone else entirely were immersed in passion at that moment.
Hidden beneath the moonlight was an icy chill. Laughing softly in his deep voice, the man savored the slick passage enveloping his desire—its warmth and the way it contracted tightly around him as though it could never be satisfied. “From what I can see, you’re enjoying it very much.”
With that, he began moving without the slightest hesitation. Watching the beautiful man above him sob and moan helplessly, he seemed to reward him with several sudden, forceful thrusts.
“Ah! No more!… Mm—ah!… Too fast… ah… so good… ah!”
Wave after wave of sharp, frenzied pleasure surged from where their bodies were joined. The desire exposed to the air rubbed against the fine fabric of the man’s clothing. Neither the cool touch of silk nor the night breeze could extinguish the mounting heat; instead, they only made it more excited and unbearable.
Experienced enough to find the most pleasurable angle, the man above rose and lowered himself in time with each of the other’s powerful thrusts. His waist swayed and circled like a boneless water snake. His head remained raised, shaking helplessly as though he could no longer endure the surging waves of desire. His waist-length black hair flew wildly around him, strikingly contrasted against his pale body, while his long neck arched into a graceful and seductive curve.
Wet sounds emerged from where they were joined, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping against rounded flesh. The two men were completely lost in each other, while behind the artificial rock, Ning Xuan—who had only just convinced himself to maintain a proper scholarly attitude and not entertain improper thoughts—had long since become as motionless as a wooden chicken.
Without warning, the man seized the other’s hips with both hands and lifted and lowered him in time with his thrusts.
“Mm—ah!… Too… too deep… ha!… So big… ngh!”
The impacts were so forceful that the man above sounded as though he could no longer withstand them. His hips moved without rhythm, seeming at once to flee and to press even closer.
“Ah—ah—ah!”
The thrusts grew faster and fiercer, as though they might send him flying, only for the man to drag him down with both hands, leaving him no room to retreat. Suddenly, the man drove upward and went rigid. The other released a piercing moan at the same moment, his body falling weakly backward as though unable to bear anything more. His chest arched forward, his slender waist curving like a full moon as his head tipped back and his hair scattered through the air.
No matter how beautiful the silhouette appeared beneath the moonlight, Ning Xuan genuinely could not endure any more.
Damn it! I’m still a virgin, all right?! I’ve only ever heard of porn and never even watched it. Who would have thought that after transmigrating all this way, not only would I be forced to attend a sex-education lesson, but they’d also screen a full-blown gay porn film for me!
Am I truly such an unforgivable sinner…?
Ning Xuan’s face crumpled miserably. He desperately wanted to return to his tiny room for comfort and use sleep to soothe his thoroughly defeated mood—and his poor little heart, which had nearly been frightened into stopping.
He had no idea whether those two still had further activities planned, nor whether his miserable retreat—practically rolling and crawling out of the bushes—had disturbed their pleasure. He had genuinely reached his limit…
Staggering like a drunkard, Ning Xuan reflected that he had gone out looking for food only to find such a spectacle instead. Just as he could no longer remember how he had reached that place, he stared at the familiar door before him in disbelief. Somehow, despite stumbling, swaying, and lurching the entire way, he had actually made it back!
He burst through the door without caring whether he might awaken Mo Qi, who remained asleep inside. Groping through the darkness, he grabbed the teapot from the table and poured himself a cup to calm his nerves.
The cold tea slid down his throat into his completely empty stomach, making Ning Xuan shudder, though it did restore a considerable amount of clarity. He collapsed beside the bed, intending to catch his breath before sleeping properly. But when he turned and saw Mo Qi lying peacefully on the inner side, sleeping so soundly that even thunder would not wake him, Ning Xuan’s final thread of anything that could be called reason snapped.
Why should Ning Xuan be frightened half to death and traumatized nearly beyond repair, forcibly enrolled in a live-action sex-education lesson without explanation or consent—a complete erotic performance, and a gay one in which he had not even managed to skip a single detail from beginning to end—while Mo Qi slept comfortably through the entire time? While Ning Xuan’s soul was being devastated and he was suffering a battle between Heaven and man, this bastard could sleep so soundly that he was even drooling! How could Ning Xuan possibly tolerate that?!
He grabbed the unsuspecting and entirely innocent Mo Qi from the inner side of the bed, climbed over him, and straddled his body. Turning all his resentment into physical force, Ning Xuan seized Mo Qi’s thin shoulders and shook him for all he was worth.
Mo Qi had been sleeping perfectly well when the sudden upheaval nearly made him nauseated. He opened his hazy eyes in confusion, and when he saw Ning Xuan looming over him with the face of a murderous fiend, he could not help looking pitifully aggrieved. He never wandered around at night or snored, and he rarely even turned over in his sleep. Such excellent sleeping habits should not have disturbed Ning Xuan in the slightest. Yet Ning Xuan looked as though Mo Qi had slaughtered his mother and violated his wife and children.
“What happened to you?” Although he knew perfectly well he had done nothing wrong, Mo Qi patiently asked in a pleasant tone, preferring to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Ning Xuan also knew the matter had nothing to do with Mo Qi. If anyone was to blame, it was his own wretched mouth and restless behavior. He had merely been hungry; had he endured it, dawn would eventually have arrived. Yet he had insisted upon searching for food. Even after doing so, he had somehow gotten lost. Once lost, he should have obediently returned, but his accursed legs had carried him toward the artificial rocks. And once he went over there…
“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep…” Ning Xuan took a deep breath and desperately attempted to calm his frenzied emotions.
But even the most patient person could hardly tolerate being awakened for no reason in the middle of the night, only to be casually dismissed and told to return to sleep.
Mo Qi was displeased as well, and his voice turned cool. “So you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night and decided to make me your entertainment?”
“No!” Hearing the displeasure in his voice, Ning Xuan immediately produced a placating smile. “I woke you up on impulse. Then I thought it wasn’t anything important and could wait until tomorrow. Heh-heh…”
“I’m already awake, so I won’t fall asleep again immediately.” Mo Qi sighed helplessly and kindly added, “Besides, if you keep everything bottled up, you won’t sleep properly either. Tomorrow, you’ll knock this over and smash that, and we’ll all have to bear the consequences. You might as well tell me. Consider it a bedtime story.”
“You… are you certain you want me to tell you?” Ning Xuan’s stomach was already full of words. He had only feared that bringing up such a thing while Mo Qi was angry would make him die even more miserably, so he had intended to force everything back down. But now that Mo Qi had spoken so understandingly, all the words in Ning Xuan’s heart and mind seemed to grow hands and poke their heads out, scratching him until he could hardly bear it. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”
Long since forced to grow accustomed to Ning Xuan’s excitable temperament, Mo Qi gave a sleepy grunt of assent. “Mm.”
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