Ignoring every movement of the one in his arms, he simply leaned back lazily. One hand braced behind him on the grass while the other idly twirled a loose strand of his long hair.
One leg bent upright at the knee, the other stretched languidly across the ground.
“Only one of us enjoying himself is rather dull,” the man remarked.
As he spoke, his gaze flicked toward the figure still kneeling uncertainly between his legs, eyes misted with tears. The kneeling man trembled in sudden understanding and hurriedly shuffled backward a few steps while still on his knees. Then, with obedient reverence, he lowered himself before the man’s lap and bowed his head.
Meanwhile, behind the artificial hill, Ning Xuan—who had only meant to glance briefly—remained frozen in stunned disbelief.
His phoenix-shaped eyes were wide as bells, and his well-shaped crimson lips—naturally rosy without any adornment—had formed a perfect “O.” His mind had completely stalled, replaying only a single realization over and over again:
The delicate beauty in the man’s arms…
Flat-chested. And beneath the waist, something unmistakably male.
So he was a man.
The one sitting and holding him—though still clothed—had his chest half exposed. Also flat-chested.
Also a man.
Two men.
A man… and another man…
The realization struck Ning Xuan so forcefully that he felt dizzy.
After a long moment he desperately tried to comfort himself.
Maybe it’s an illusion… Maybe that beauty’s chest is just extremely small…
Clinging stubbornly to that flimsy explanation and refusing to think too deeply about it, Ning Xuan finally managed to regain a little composure.
But the scene before him escalated with alarming speed, and he nearly suffered a stroke from the shock.
At some point the man’s undergarments had been loosened slightly.
Under the pale moonlight, the aroused length beneath the cloth looked startlingly vivid.
The kneeling youth seemed utterly captivated by the sight. His pale body pressed low in the grass, half-hidden among the blades, while his exquisite face carried an expression of yearning reverence.
With both hands he caressed and stroked eagerly, warm breath spilling across the heated flesh. From time to time he extended the tip of his tongue, touching it lightly in tentative kisses.
The teasing contact gradually deepened the man’s breathing.
Encouraged, the youth grew even more diligent. His fingers brushed teasingly across the tip; his tongue occasionally flicked along the base.
At the moment the man’s hand came to rest upon the back of the head working so earnestly between his thighs, the youth suddenly took the thick tip fully into his mouth.
The warm, moist sensation made the man hum softly in satisfaction.
The youth gave a charming smile, glancing upward as he moved steadily, hoping to see the pleasure his efforts brought. His lips soon went numb from the effort, saliva slipping free to dampen the grass below.
His mouth felt stretched to its limit, yet his tongue continued its careful work—circling, licking, gliding from tip to shaft again and again.
The man could not restrain himself; his hips began to thrust forward. One hand pressed rhythmically against the back of the youth’s neck, guiding the pace.
The intense heat pushed deep into his throat.
For the youth, the pain now outweighed the pleasure, yet when he saw the satisfaction in the man’s expression, he lowered his gaze obediently and redoubled his efforts. Broken, helpless sounds escaped his throat, only further inflaming the man’s desire.
The thrusts grew faster, deeper, more forceful.
What kind of world is this?!
Ning Xuan’s thoughts erupted in chaos.
Was he simply too conservative, or had this world become outrageously open-minded?
He had fantasized more than once about someday sharing an intimate moment with a future girlfriend—though the relationship itself had not even begun yet.
And now?
Not only had he somehow transmigrated into another world, but within days he had stumbled straight into a live performance of… such things!
The protagonists being two men was already enough to send his mind spinning. Though it took him a while to process, he had eventually tried to treat it as a learning opportunity.
But who would have expected the lesson to begin at such an advanced level?!
For heaven’s sake—could you two at least start with something beginner-friendly?!
Ning Xuan’s inner universe exploded in brilliant chaos.
He suddenly felt something warm and sticky around his lips. Raising a hand to wipe it away, he glanced down under the moonlight and froze.
Red.
His nose tingled faintly, as though he had caught a cold.
At that moment he didn’t even have the strength left to panic. Instead he forced out a strained smile.
You’re kidding me.
I watched two men doing that… and I got a nosebleed?!
Immediately Ning Xuan clasped his hands together and dropped to his knees, praying devoutly toward the heavens.
Heavens above—please just send down a bolt of lightning and strike me dead!
The two men lost in their passion remained utterly unaware of the young servant behind the rockery whose sanity had already collapsed.
Their desire only continued to escalate.
The man lifted a hand and gently touched the youth’s chin, signaling him to raise his head.
“Come here. Sit.”
The soft murmur drifted through the quiet night. It reached not only the youth’s ears—but Ning Xuan’s as well.
Sit…?
By now Ning Xuan had reached a state of numb acceptance.
It’s just “sit,” right?
True, secretly listening to others in the middle of such an affair was hardly decent. But he comforted himself with a lofty justification:
He wasn’t merely eavesdropping.
He was observing with the spirit of inquiry—studying unknown matters with the earnest curiosity of a modern intellectual seeking knowledge.
Even if the method of learning was somewhat… unconventional.
Still—knowledge was knowledge!
As a progressive modern youth, the hope of the nation and pillar of the future, he ought to approach every unknown subject with humility and sincerity!
Repeating this justification over and over, Ning Xuan forced himself to continue his “studies.”
Meanwhile, the youth ceased his actions and rose to his feet.
He removed the final piece of clothing from his body.
Under the moonlight, his slender frame gleamed faintly silver. His graceful figure seemed almost unreal in its elegance. Whether from the cool night air or the agitation of desire, his body trembled slightly as he walked back toward the man.
Spreading his legs, he straddled the man’s lower abdomen.
Both hands pressed against the man’s partially exposed chest as his body slowly lowered. His chest rose and fell violently with each breath.
“Ah—! It’s… it’s too big…!”
The cry pierced the night—half pain, half pleasure—as heated breath spilled from his lips.
The man wrapped an arm around the youth’s narrow waist, which seemed slender enough to encircle with one hand. Following the youth’s descent, he thrust upward sharply, burying his hardened length fully into the warm, waiting heat.
“Too big?” the man said with a quiet laugh.
A mocking curve touched his lips. His dark eyes remained cold and detached—as though the one immersed in passion were someone else entirely.
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