Futile Devices Scans

At the head of the bed, the little wooden sticks on the coconut-shell dolls were still trembling faintly. Xia Liu Yi knelt in the moonlight, eyes closed and head tipped back, his throat quivering as he slowly lowered himself. The foreign sensation was nothing like the touch of fingers—thick and scorching hot, filling him completely. It had only entered a little way, yet already it stretched him until his whole body went weak.

A strange wave of nausea rose in the darkness, and those revolting memories lurking in the deepest shadows surfaced before his eyes… He shook his head hard, opened his eyes, and stared straight at He Chu San.

He Chu San was already completely lost in desire, even more dazed and intoxicated than Xia Liu Yi. His dark eyes were filled with burning lust and intense love. A drop of sweat slid from the center of his pale forehead, following the contours of his brows and eyes, gliding down his straight nose and over his thin lips, which trembled faintly with his heavy breathing. He was clearly at the very limit of his restraint, yet he still refused to move recklessly. His hands gently stroked and kneaded Xia Liu Yi’s lower back and the insides of his thighs, helping him relax.

This little bastard loved him so cleanly, so purely, without doubt and without hiding any of it.

Breathing unsteadily, Xia Liu Yi reached out to him. He Chu San intertwined their fingers and drew Xia Liu Yi’s hand to his lips for a soft kiss. Warmth spread across his fingertips, and Xia Liu Yi’s heart trembled as he finally slid all the way down onto him. The hardness inside him abruptly reached the deepest point. Xia Liu Yi let out a sharp gasp, his breathing stopping altogether. After three or five seconds of complete stillness, a breath escaped through his nose that sounded almost like a sob. “Haa… A’San…”

Damn it, it feels like I’ve been skewered on the tip of a blade. I can’t move at all!

He Chu San heard the distress and silent plea for help in his voice. Propping himself up, he wrapped his arms around Xia Liu Yi’s trembling waist and gently withdrew. Then he pulled over two pillows and placed them beneath Xia Liu Yi’s waist, letting him lie down again. Xia Liu Yi scrunched up his face and sucked in cold breaths. He Chu San was both distressed and helpless. “Brother Liu Yi, you’re always acting rashly out of stubbornness. You can’t do it like that the first time.”

“Damn! You sure know a lot! When was your first time? Who was it with?” Xia Liu Yi cursed, eyes squeezed shut from the discomfort.

“Right now. With you.”

Xia Liu Yi opened his eyes and glared at him. “Then how the hell do you have the nerve to lecture me?”

Is that my fault? You’re my first love! I’ve waited until today to finally do this with you! And isn’t that because you’re ridiculously hard to deal with?! He Chu San looked utterly aggrieved but did not dare say a single word.

The two pitiful older virgins stared at each other. In the end, He Chu San was the first to give in. Hesitating, he said, “Otherwise… maybe next time?”

Xia Liu Yi cursed, grabbed the rock-hard He Chu Si, and snapped, “You can hold this in? Quit pretending!”

As the Boss, he naturally had to shoulder responsibility at a time like this. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped an arm around He Chu San’s neck, shut his eyes, steeled himself, and said, “Go on. Slowly!”

Once the diligent and studious Elite He regained control, the progress of this long-dragged-out affair finally sped up. He patiently stretched Xia Liu Yi a little more, poured out the entire little blue bottle until not a drop remained, found the right position, drew his sword and slid it into its sheath, going all the way in at once.

“Does it hurt, Brother Liu Yi?”

Brother Liu Yi gave a small grunt with his eyes closed. “It’s okay.”

“Then I’ll move?”

“Mm…”

He Chu San restrained himself and began moving gradually, working him in a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts to one deep, while freeing one hand to tend to one of Boss Xia’s sensitive little nipples. As always, Boss Xia thoroughly enjoyed this treatment. Before long, he had an arm over his face and was moaning aloud. “Bastard… lighter…”

“Lighter up top or lighter down below?”

“Damn it, shut up! Ah…”

His moans grew more and more unrestrained, and He Chu San understood that there was no need to go easy either above or below. His fingers wickedly tugged at Xia Liu Yi’s nipples and rubbed them hard, while below, his thrusts grew heavier and deeper, rubbing along the passage in search of that sensitive spot.

Xia Liu Yi suddenly shuddered and clung more tightly around He Chu San’s neck. His legs trembled and kicked slightly, his long toes curling against the rumpled sheets. This time He Chu San did not wait for him to curse before launching a fierce assault against that spot. Xia Liu Yi buried his face in He Chu San’s shoulder, his moans losing all shape.

When He Chu San abruptly pinched the swollen protrusions on his chest again, Xia Liu Yi released a heavy, drawn-out gasp. His inner walls convulsed, and a stream of milky fluid shot across both their chests.

He Chu San held back his own urge to come as Xia Liu Yi clenched around him, stopping his movements and stroking him a few more times. Xia Liu Yi bit down on his shoulder and came in two more broken spurts before finally ceasing to tremble, breathing long and deep.

He Chu San did not dare laugh at him for being fucked into coming so quickly, but inwardly he was indescribably delighted. That sense of accomplishment from finally taming a wild cat surged through him once more. Gently kissing Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-damp brow and temples, he patiently waited until his breathing had gradually steadied and his body had adjusted a little before beginning to move again.

That first release had been thorough enough to leave Xia Liu Yi’s body completely relaxed and his mind hazy. For a moment, he forgot to gather back up the dignity and pride of a Boss. As He Chu San’s thrusts grew increasingly intense, Xia Liu Yi opened his mouth and began letting out one uninhibited moan after another, each louder than the last.

At the head of the bed, the coconut-shell dolls knocked faintly against each other, the sound completely drowned out by the two men’s heavy breathing and the creaking bed frame. Their long little wooden sticks swung wildly through the air like helicopter blades, shaking without pause.

Both of Xia Liu Yi’s nipples had been rubbed red and purplish, nearly raw. His cock swelled hard for the third time, rubbing back and forth between their lower abdomens in time with He Chu San’s movements. Suddenly, He Chu San frowned tightly and withdrew the slick cock Xia Liu Yi’s inner walls seemed reluctant to release. He pressed their two cocks together and stroked them rapidly.

Xia Liu Yi wrapped his arms around He Chu San’s head, licking and kissing his lips amid their overlapping, ragged breaths. Together, they let out a long, low groan.

The little wooden sticks of the coconut-shell dolls swung more and more slowly until they finally came to rest. Then they suddenly trembled a few more times as He Chu San, having steadied his breathing, rolled off Xia Liu Yi. The two lay facing each other, holding one another and occasionally kissing each other’s noses, lips, and the faint stubble on their chins. Neither spoke for a long while.

After rehearsing the words in his head several times, He Chu San finally spoke, somewhat embarrassed. “Brother Liu Yi.”

Already drowsy, Xia Liu Yi answered lazily, “Mm?”

“I…” The palm around Xia Liu Yi’s waist began to sweat.

“What?”

“You asked earlier what was special about today.”

“What day is it?”

He Chu San took several deep breaths and quietly reached toward the little box hidden in the gap beside the bed. He was a hundred times more nervous than when he had sat the Advanced Level Examination. “I…”

Ring-ring-ring—!

The sudden ringing of the brick phone in the living room cut him off, painfully harsh in the silence of the late night. It was Xia Liu Yi’s ringtone.

Xia Liu Yi did not even glance toward the living room. He continued asking, “You what?”

“Uh… maybe you should answer the phone first?”

“How could a phone call be more important than you?” Xia Liu Yi frowned.

“…” He Chu San nearly got a nosebleed from the lazy, sexy expression on Xia Liu Yi’s face as he said it.

But saying something this important with a phone ringing relentlessly like someone’s life depended on it somehow felt terribly inauspicious. He Chu San hesitated again and again. There was no harm in waiting a little longer. “You should answer it first. Want me to get it for you?”

Xia Liu Yi pushed him back onto the bed just as he was about to rise. Anyone bold enough to disturb the Dragon Head at this hour was certainly not calling about anything ordinary. At such a sensitive time, Xia Liu Yi did not want He Chu San seeing the caller ID. Frowning, he climbed out of bed himself and walked out naked, his legs slightly apart, to answer the phone.

He Chu San secretly felt for the little box and tucked it into his palm. His heart pounded like thunder, his entire body cold with nerves as he lay on the bed waiting.

Less than twenty seconds later, Xia Liu Yi strode back in with a blank expression and went straight to the wardrobe for his clothes. “Something came up. I have to go out! You…”

Halfway through, he abruptly realized how badly he was handling this and how inconsiderate he was being toward He Chu San. Facing the wardrobe, he drew a deep breath and silently cursed himself. Then he turned, gave He Chu San an apologetic smile, walked over to the bed, bent down, and kissed him.

“I have something urgent to take care of. I have to go out. You go to sleep first, okay?”

He Chu San lifted his head and returned the kiss. “Mm. Be careful.”

Xia Liu Yi did not even have time to shower. He went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, hastily wiped himself down, pulled on his pants, threw on a thin shirt, and was about to leave when He Chu San chased after him and added a coat.

Moving somewhat stiffly and awkwardly, Xia Liu Yi went next door and knocked to summon two bodyguards on duty. Holding the coat draped over his shoulders with both hands, he turned back to look at He Chu San, who was still standing in the doorway watching him.

“Go back inside. Don’t wait up.” He nodded to He Chu San, then turned and headed toward the elevator with the bodyguards. As they walked, he quietly instructed them, “Send a few more men to protect Mr. He.”

“Yes.”

He Chu San remained motionless in the doorway, watching Boss Xia and the bodyguards wait for the elevator at the far end of the corridor. His hand, tucked into the pocket of his robe, was still wrapped tightly around the little box. The night breeze was cool. There was no way he could claim he was not a little dejected. Tonight, it had clearly been Boss Xia who had “smoked” his cigarette, yet somehow He Chu San felt like a respectable woman who had been seduced and abandoned by an underworld man, standing at the doorway on the verge of turning into a stone statue waiting for her husband.

The arriving elevator gave a heavy clang, interrupting his miserable thoughts. He watched Xia Liu Yi disappear into the elevator, sighed deeply, and turned to go back inside and close the door.

Hurried footsteps abruptly stopped him. He looked up in surprise and confusion, only to be pinned against the door by Xia Liu Yi, who had rushed back out of the elevator. The two were nearly the same height, and Xia Liu Yi used the momentum of the collision to capture his lips for what must have been the countless time that night.

They kissed lingeringly for several seconds before Xia Liu Yi reluctantly released him. His eyes full of apology, he said again, “Sorry. I’ll try to come back early.”

“Okay.”

“What you were about to say earlier—you have to tell me when I get back.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going now.”

“Okay. Come back soon.”

This time, He Chu San escorted Xia Liu Yi all the way to the elevator. Xia Liu Yi tugged one corner of his mouth into a faint smile and waved, signaling for him to hurry back inside, then reached out and pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

…

The elevator slowly descended to the ground floor, and the curve at the corner of Xia Liu Yi’s mouth fell along with his expression until his face turned cold and grim.

Suppressing the slight discomfort between his legs, he strode quickly through the corridor and out onto the street. The frigid sea wind of the late night struck him head-on. As the cold air rushed into his lungs, a surge of dark fury suddenly exploded inside his chest. Twisted killing intent spread through his eyes, streaking them bloodshot.

—Boss, Jade Guanyin was stabbed by an assassin this afternoon. She only just regained consciousness. She says she has something to tell you—about Boss Azure Dragon’s death.

The car tore toward Xiao Ma’s residence near Hung Hom Pier. It was a remote seaside village house, a shabby two-story building that looked old and unremarkable from the outside. The first-floor living room was a wreck, furniture overturned everywhere. Two of Xiao Ma’s men were scrubbing bloodstains from the floor. When they saw the Boss stride in, they hurriedly greeted him and tactfully withdrew.

Xia Liu Yi went upstairs alone. A dim lamp burned in Xiao Ma’s bedroom. An IV drip hung beside the bed, and the air was thick with the sharp mingled smells of disinfectant and blood. Xia Liu Yi strode inside with an icy expression and grabbed Jade Guanyin from the bed—only for Xiao Ma to stop him this time. “Boss! The private doctor just left. He said her injuries are… pretty serious…”

“Get out,” Xia Liu Yi said expressionlessly.

Xiao Ma was afraid the Boss might get worked up and punch Jade Guanyin to death. He hesitated, not daring to move. Xia Liu Yi lifted his eyes and gave him one glance. Xiao Ma shuddered, then shot out of the room as though his backside were on fire, closing the door and pressing himself against it to listen.

After driving Xiao Ma away with a look sharp enough to cut, Xia Liu Yi shoved the pale-faced Jade Guanyin heavily back against the pillow. Jade Guanyin weakly returned his stare, her blurred vision gradually focusing on his cold expression. Then, unexpectedly, her lips curled into a smug smile.

Xia Liu Yi immediately slapped her hard. Jade Guanyin’s head slammed sideways into the pillow as she coughed up a mouthful of blood. Outside the room, Xiao Ma’s eyelid twitched as he listened, his anxiety rising.

“What do you know? How long have you known? Why are you only telling me now?” Xia Liu Yi’s calm, icy voice carried killing intent.

Jade Guanyin buried her face in the pillow and laughed hoarsely, her mouth full of blood, her words blurred.

“To… see the look on your face now. Really… cute…”

Xia Liu Yi grabbed her hair and hauled her head up, raising his hand as though to slap her again. Jade Guanyin coughed out a mouthful of bloody saliva and wiped her mouth. The madness in her eyes suddenly cleared for a moment, and her tone turned vicious. “I used to belong to Godfather. Why should I betray him to help you?”

Seeing that she was finally willing to speak seriously, Xia Liu Yi threw her back onto the pillow and sneered. “Too bad you’re no longer Godfather’s precious darling. He wants you dead all over the world. Without me protecting you, you’ll end up a dead dog on the street.”

Jade Guanyin chuckled again. The hand with the IV needle pressed over her injured abdomen, and even laughing was becoming difficult. “Xiao Liu, little cutie, do you really think I came to Hong Kong to beg for your protection? Hahaha… Someone Godfather wants dead—how could you possibly protect them? You couldn’t even protect your own Boss! Hehehe… ugh!”

Xia Liu Yi grabbed her throat again, forcibly cutting off that mocking laughter. “What are you trying to imply? About Azure Dragon—how much do you actually know?”

Jade Guanyin coughed weakly in his grip. Xia Liu Yi loosened his hand slightly, and she laughed. “In the past few years, Godfather has only sent assassins to Hong Kong twice. Once was to kill me. The other was three years ago…”

“Nonsense! Azure Dragon died at Xu Ying’s hands!” Xia Liu Yi said coldly. “Jade Guanyin, I know exactly what game you’re playing! You offended Godfather and now have nowhere to go, so you want to drive a wedge between me and him and fish in troubled waters?”

Jade Guanyin coughed several more times. “Do you remember how Godfather once sent people to Hong Kong to investigate you? Later, you went to Thailand yourself and explained to him that you hadn’t killed your brother to seize his position, and only then did he continue cooperating with you… The truth is, those two men had already arrived in Hong Kong before anything happened to Azure Dragon. After Azure Dragon died, they remained there only to find out how much you, the new Dragon Head, knew—and whether you needed to be eliminated along with him. When you went to Thailand to see Godfather, there were several people lying in wait inside the room besides me and him. One look from Godfather and we would all have attacked you. After you left, Godfather said to me…”

She imitated Golden Maitreya’s genial yet chilling smile and repeated in Thai, “He’s so foolish it’s adorable.”

Xia Liu Yi’s breathing turned rapid and unsteady.

It was not that he had never suspected Golden Maitreya. Xu Ying’s strange dying words had made him suspect many people. But every previous clue had pointed toward Xu Ying, Fat Seven, and Inspector Hua, and none of those three had any connection to Golden Maitreya, who was far away in Thailand. If Azure Dragon needed to die, Xu Ying could have killed him himself. Why would he need outside help? Moreover, Azure Dragon’s father had shared a life-and-death friendship with Golden Maitreya, and Azure Dragon’s ten years of cooperation with him had brought enormous profits. What possible reason would Golden Maitreya have to eliminate Azure Dragon, his so-called “good nephew”?

A violent storm raged inside Xia Liu Yi, an icy wind cutting all the way into his bones.

“Why would Godfather want Azure Dragon dead?”

“I don’t know why. I only know that back then, he received a phone call from Hong Kong and then sent assassins. I’m just as curious as you are—what leverage Azure Dragon had over Godfather, and why Godfather wanted him dead.”

“I don’t believe you,” Xia Liu Yi said. “A few lines of nonsense from you don’t prove anything.”

Jade Guanyin turned her head and coughed up another mouthful of blood. After swallowing, she looked back. Her face was weak and deathly pale, yet cunning light gleamed in her eyes. “Believe me or don’t. As for ‘proof,’ you’ll have to come find it with me. I told you—I didn’t come to Hong Kong to beg you to protect me. Heh.”

She smiled smugly. “I came so you could capture me and take the credit.”

Xia Liu Yi remained at Xiao Ma’s village house for another half hour. The night was deep when he left Hung Hom Pier by car. About ten minutes into the drive, A’Mao, the bodyguard behind the wheel, spoke up. “Boss, there’s a car following us.”

Xia Liu Yi was preoccupied and barely reacted. “Cops? Lose them.”

“Doesn’t look like cops. There’s only one car, and it’s following very closely.”

Xia Liu Yi came back to himself and turned to look. The driver and front passenger of the trailing car were both dressed in black, with features that looked Southeast Asian. Their vehicle maintained an even speed as it followed closely behind—not making a move, not quite behaving like a normal tail either. It felt more like a warning.

They were Golden Maitreya’s people.

Xia Liu Yi frowned slightly and turned back. “Turn around. We’ll stay in Kowloon City tonight. A’Nan, send more bodyguards to Mr. He and Xiao Ma.”

“Yes.”

After giving the orders, Xia Liu Yi had a bodyguard take a brand-new brick phone from the car compartment. Expressionless, he entered a string of international numbers and pressed the call button. The instant the call connected, his face transformed into one of humble respect.

He spoke in Thai. “Hello? I have something urgent to discuss with Godfather. Has he retired for the night?”