Futile Devices Scans

Xia Liu Yi returned beneath the stars and moon, traveling through the night. The elevator doors slowly opened, and he stepped eagerly into the dark corridor. Yet when he saw the faint light leaking through the crack beneath his apartment door at the far end, his steps suddenly faltered, as though overcome by nerves at the very threshold of home.

He waved his bodyguards away and leaned against the gray wall outside the door, lowering his head in thought. He wanted a cigarette, but he still had to go inside and see He Chu San. How would he dare smoke now? All he could do was nervously rub a lollipop wrapper between his fingers.

Suddenly, He Chu San opened the door from inside. Seeing him, he smiled. “Why aren’t you coming in?”

Xia Liu Yi put away the wrapper. “How did you know I was back?”

“I heard the elevator.”

Xia Liu Yi could only walk inside. A stack of data sheets lay spread across the coffee table, and there was a clear indentation in the sofa. “You waited here all night?”

He Chu San closed the door, hugged him from behind, and rested his chin on Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder. “Not that long. I only just sobered up. I wanted to organize some documents, but I couldn’t read a thing. My head was full of you. Every word on the page looked like you. Reading one page was like looking through an entire photo book of you.”

By now, Xia Liu Yi was thoroughly accustomed to He Chu San’s ability to casually unload truckloads of sweet talk. Turning around, he tugged at his shamelessly thick cheek and said gently, “I’m going to take a shower.”

He Chu San refused to let him go. He buried his face against Xia Liu Yi’s neck, rubbing against him and breathing in the familiar scent of sweat before asking clingily, “You’re back for good this time, right?”

Xia Liu Yi’s gaze softened, but he did not answer. He merely kissed him once on the lips and repeated, “I’m going to take a shower.”

He showered carefully, washing away the sweat and the scent of blood that could never quite be concealed. He Chu San had surely smelled it just now, yet he had not asked a single question. The gears inside that brat’s precision-engineered brain were probably already clanking away. Halfway through washing, Xia Liu Yi found the thought amusing. He felt like some rich master whose lawful wife constantly suspected him of sneaking out to fool around.

But as he laughed, he sighed again. He had changed a great deal over the years. In front of He Chu San, that old ruthlessness—Quit your bullshit. If you’re unhappy, get lost—had long since disappeared. Now he second-guessed himself at every turn, constrained by one concern after another. He Chu San had already become his weak spot, and what frightened him even more was that he could not bear to cut that weakness away in the slightest.

He found it strange that He Chu San had not followed him into the bathroom to cling to him through a lovers’ bath. Only when he stepped outside did he discover what the brat had been up to. Every light in the apartment had been switched off. Two rows of little red candles flickered along a path stretching from the bathroom door to the bedroom, where more candlelight swayed warmly in the darkness.

He Chu San sat beside the bed wearing the white shirt Xia Liu Yi most loved seeing him in, waiting amid the shifting candlelight and planning to upgrade proposal night directly into their wedding night. He had not expected Xia Liu Yi to laugh from outside and ask in a rough voice, “What are you doing, filming a ghost movie? Making me walk the road to the underworld?”

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.” He Chu San was helpless against his gift for ruining the mood. “Brother Liu Yi, can’t you be a little romantic?”

“This is little-girl romance.” Wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, Xia Liu Yi strode over in wet slippers, the gust from his swaggering steps extinguishing several little candles. Folding his arms, he leaned against the bedroom door and grinned. “When we’ve got time, I’ll take you surfing in Hawaii and horseback riding across the grasslands. Then you’ll know what a man’s idea of romance is.”

He Chu San thought this had absolutely nothing to do with gender. He had seen plenty of girls surf brilliantly at the beach, and surely the peoples who rode horses across the grasslands had no shortage of girls either. Besides, he considered this gay romance. Unfortunately, the other gay man in the room was forever incapable of appreciating the mood.

All he could do was flop backward onto the bed and get straight to the point. “Boss, forget about men’s romance. Spring nights are short. Hurry up and come sleep with your man.”

Xia Liu Yi laughed softly. Swinging one long leg onto the bed, he climbed over He Chu San and straddled him. In one motion, he tore open the white shirt, pinned He Chu San’s wrists above his head, and kissed him like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey.

Struggling for breath, He Chu San slipped a hand beneath the bath towel. Naturally, Xia Liu Yi had nothing on underneath. The entrance that had only recently been opened up was soft and wet again—Xia Liu Yi had already used the little blue bottle on himself in the bathroom.

He Chu San’s breathing immediately quickened. Hooking two fingers into the little opening that clenched greedily around them, he searched for the sensitive spot inside. Xia Liu Yi finally released his lips and buried his face beside He Chu San’s head, panting in pleasure as the fingers moved inside him.

“This is bad, Boss,” He Chu San murmured. “You’re this thirsty. What if I can’t satisfy you?”

“If you can’t satisfy me… hah… then get lost.” Xia Liu Yi bit his ear and whispered, “I’ll find somebody else to serve me.”

He Chu San moved his fingers inside him, listening to the wet sounds they stirred up. Frowning, he asked, “Who do you want instead? Xiao Ma? Qin Hao?”

“Damn it, shut up. Don’t mention them.” Xia Liu Yi covered his mouth. “That’s disgusting. I’m going soft already.”

He Chu San laughed beneath his palm. His free hand moved downward and closed around Xia Liu Yi’s half-soft cock, teasing the slit with his fingertip as he stroked him. Boss only got hard for him. He wanted to write that in enormous characters and hang it outside headquarters—or put it on a folding fan and smack Qin Hao across the face with it.

Working quickly together, they stripped off He Chu San’s trousers. Holding Xia Liu Yi by the waist, He Chu San guided him slowly downward onto his hardness. The moment they were completely joined, both of them sighed. He Chu San’s eyes grew damp and flushed from the tightness gripping him. Holding back his breathing and the urge to move recklessly, he cupped Xia Liu Yi’s face and stroked him gently.

“Brother Liu Yi,” he murmured, instinctively wanting to say something sweet.

“What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and move.” Xia Liu Yi, straddling him from above, sounded impatient. He had only been opened up halfway, and the emptiness inside him was unbearably lonely.

…

Fine, fine. He’d fallen for a gangster who chopped people up like slicing melons. What was the point of talking about romance and moonlight? He Chu San abandoned all his sentimental hesitation, spread Xia Liu Yi’s ass apart, drove his hips upward, and thrust heavily into him.

The little wooden stick on the coconut-shell doll beside the bed shook wildly. The bedframe creaked beneath the endless moans. Xia Liu Yi had never been a restrained or reserved man to begin with. Now that He Chu San had broken through his final defenses and entered him completely—in body and in heart—once he discarded that last bit of awkward pride and stubbornness, he could become wanton enough to fill an entire Pacific Ocean.

He rode atop He Chu San’s increasingly solid abdominal muscles, his long legs braced on either side as his glistening ass rose and fell.

His little nipples, already bitten and sucked until swollen red, were damply exposed beneath the candlelight. Rising and sinking with every thrust, he frowned as his hands moved over He Chu San’s sweat-soaked chest and taut waist. Breathless moans spilled endlessly from his lips without the slightest restraint.

In Xia Liu Yi’s eyes, He Chu San had already become every bit a mature man. His features were open and handsome, his shoulders and back broad, and the arms gripping Xia Liu Yi’s waist were solid and powerful. As that thick, hard weapon churned and pierced inside him, waves of overwhelming pleasure came crashing over him. Remembering the skinny, immature little chick He Chu San had been when they first met, Xia Liu Yi could not help finding it funny. Over all these years, this brat really had done everything in his power to grow up.

Emotion stirred in his chest. His gaze toward He Chu San grew increasingly tender, and he bent down to kiss him again of his own accord. His fingertips followed the path of his kisses over He Chu San’s brows, eyes, nose, and lips. For the first time, he suddenly thought He Chu San was exceptionally handsome.

It was not that he had previously thought He Chu San ugly. He had simply never cared much about anyone’s appearance. He might notice whether someone was strong or weak, but whether they were beautiful or ugly had never meant much to him.

He Chu San’s cheeks grew hot beneath that intent gaze. His movements gradually slowed, and he kissed the corner of Xia Liu Yi’s lips. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Just thinking you’re handsome.”

He Chu San gave him a shy, bewildered smile. “Really? That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that to me.”

“How is that possible?” Xia Liu Yi tugged his cheek. “You’re this handsome and no girls ever chased you?”

He Chu San shook his head. “In middle school, they all thought I was skinny and weird. All I knew how to do was study, so they thought I was boring. Behind my back, they called me ‘Monkey San.’”

Xia Liu Yi cursed softly on his behalf. “So that’s why you started liking men?”

He Chu San shook his head again. “The boys said even worse things. They beat me and stole from me too.”

Xia Liu Yi frowned. “Where are those bastards now?”

He Chu San smiled. “You don’t need to avenge me. Later, I became class monitor. The principal and discipline director both liked me, so nobody dared bully me anymore. I tutored them, helped them write fake sick notes when they skipped class, and eventually they started treating me like a friend. They were always giving me snacks and comic books. But nobody ever chased me.”

“What about university?”

He Chu San’s smile became even shyer. “At university, I fell in love with you.” His whole heart had been fixed on Xia Liu Yi. How could he possibly have noticed whether anyone else was pursuing him? Xia Liu Yi’s handsome face heated again, and he leaned down to kiss him. They kissed lingeringly for a long while. The scorching hardness buried inside him made his entire body itch unbearably, as though tiny insects were crawling beneath his skin. Finally unable to stand it, he muttered, “Keep moving.”

“Mmm?” He Chu San was already dazed from the kisses.

Xia Liu Yi leaned against his ear and breathed out in a low, sensual gasp, “Handsome boy, keep fucking me.”

He Chu San’s thrusts immediately turned fierce again, drawing broken, drawn-out moans from Xia Liu Yi that almost sounded like sobbing. Sharp slapping sounds rang out where their bodies met. The swollen entrance, slick with frothy white fluid, had been fucked into an obscene, muddled mess.

His cock stood fully erect without needing to be touched, rubbing between their stomachs as sticky fluid seeped from the tip. Noticing how unusually hot and aroused he was, He Chu San pinched his swollen, sensitive nipple while thrusting. “Does your handsome boy fuck you good, Brother Liu Yi?”

“So good… ah… faster…”

Without warning, He Chu San stopped. Xia Liu Yi continued panting helplessly, unable to stop himself, and opened his eyes in confusion. Bracing himself against the bed, He Chu San sat up, flipped them over, and pressed Xia Liu Yi beneath him. He hoisted those long legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting even deeper and harder.

After more than a hundred relentless thrusts, Xia Liu Yi’s cries had grown higher and hoarser. His eyes clouded with desire as he stared up at He Chu San, one hand desperately clutching the sheets while the other instinctively reached down to pleasure himself.

The sight of Xia Liu Yi flushed from head to toe and looking utterly seductive made He Chu San grin wickedly. Cruelly, he seized Xia Liu Yi’s hand before he could relieve himself and forced it instead toward the place where their bodies were joined.

“Brother Liu Yi, feel it. The inside of you is my shape now.”

A breathless sound of humiliation escaped Xia Liu Yi. He looked ready to hit him and curse him out, but he was panting too hard to say a word.

He was already close to climaxing from both ends, yet it still felt as though he were pacing along the edge of a cliff without finding the place from which he could finally leap. He Chu San guided Xia Liu Yi’s index finger into his own entrance alongside him. Feeling He Chu San’s hard heat and the scorching, wet softness of his own body around them made Xia Liu Yi tremble violently. He shut his eyes, mortified beyond endurance.

“Feel that? You’re so hot inside. I’ve fucked you ripe.” He Chu San gently sucked his earlobe as he spoke.

“Keep me inside you like this for the rest of your life, okay?”

“Let me come inside you, okay? Then you’ll be full of me inside.”

“Y-you little bastard…” Xia Liu Yi moaned shakily. Suddenly, he clung tightly to He Chu San’s shoulders and back, locking his long legs around his waist as his insides convulsed violently. He Chu San let out a hoarse growl and drove as deep as he could before climaxing hard inside him.

It felt as though gunfire had exploded inside his body. Xia Liu Yi threw back his head, his entire body spasming violently, mouth open but unable to make a sound. A climax unlike anything he had experienced before swept through him. He clung to He Chu San as though drowning, spilling four or five spurts of white fluid while the fierce contractions inside him continued for nearly two or three full minutes.

Xia Liu Yi’s strange reaction terrified He Chu San. Panting, he stroked Xia Liu Yi’s burning face and called anxiously, “Brother Liu Yi? Are you all right?”

Xia Liu Yi kept his eyes closed and did not answer, breathing weakly and heavily through his nose. He Chu San tried to pull out, but Xia Liu Yi was still contracting around him in intermittent spasms. The slightest movement made his whole body tremble more violently and his breathing deepen.

He Chu San’s sexual experience was pitifully limited. He had never encountered anything like this. He did not realize Xia Liu Yi had simply been fucked senseless with pleasure; he thought he had fucked him broken. Thoroughly panicked, he kept calling Xia Liu Yi’s name while stroking his face.

At last, Xia Liu Yi gave a faint grunt through his nose and shifted slightly, swallowing hard.

“Are you okay? Say something.”

“Mmm… I’m fine…” Xia Liu Yi said softly. As the colorful fireworks in his mind gradually faded and he recovered a little clarity, he loosened the arms he had wrapped tightly around He Chu San.

“I’m sorry. I’ll never finish inside you again.” He Chu San sounded genuinely remorseful. Because it was their wedding night, he had boldly gone without a condom, planning simply to clean Xia Liu Yi up afterward.

Xia Liu Yi opened his eyes and looked at him. His gaze was still unfocused, and the intensity of his climax had left the corners of his eyes damp with tears. He pulled He Chu San’s head down and gently rubbed their cool noses together.

“Dummy, I’m fine. It felt really good,” he murmured, exhausted and relaxed.

He Chu San sighed in relief and kissed him. Just as he tried to withdraw, Xia Liu Yi pulled him back. “Don’t move. Stay like this and rest for a while.”

Still joined together, they embraced. Xia Liu Yi rubbed the sweat from his forehead against He Chu San’s shoulder and added hoarsely, “Rest a bit. I still want more.”

He Chu San turned his head to kiss his forehead and sweat-damp hair. “Mm. Okay.”

After resting for a while, they started again. Gripping the headboard, Xia Liu Yi knelt with his legs spread apart, letting He Chu San enter him from behind. Trapped between He Chu San’s legs, he was pinned in a position from which he could not escape—but he had no desire to escape at all. Tilting his head back against He Chu San’s shoulder, he moaned freely while one hand rubbed his lower abdomen, trying to feel He Chu San moving inside him. In his haze, it seemed as though his insides had already been stirred into mush by that weapon, as though it might pierce straight through his stomach.

In a commanding voice tinged with tears, he ordered He Chu San to come inside him again. The strange, unbearably shameful stimulation sent tremors through him as wave after wave of climax swept over him. Merely imagining that he possessed He Chu San completely—his body, his heart, even taking what He Chu San released into him deep inside his own body—was enough to drive Xia Liu Yi to the very height of arousal.

The candles around the room had long since burned out. Thin moonlight spilled through the windows, illuminating the floor littered with blood-red candle wax.

He Chu San leaned against the headboard while Xia Liu Yi sat half-asleep in his arms, eyes closed, his trembling legs unable even to come together.

After a while, he gradually woke beneath He Chu San’s deliberately gentle movements.

“Still want to do it?” he asked hoarsely without opening his eyes.

“I’m helping you clean it out,” He Chu San whispered, his fingers moving gently inside him. “We really can’t keep going. You’re all swollen.”

Xia Liu Yi still wanted more. He did not want He Chu San to leave his body at all, but he could not make that too obvious. He was afraid He Chu San would see his true feelings tonight—see how reluctant he was to let him go, how attached he had become. Though, truthfully, Xia Liu Yi suspected He Chu San had already seen straight through him.

Sometimes he felt completely transparent before He Chu San. No matter how carefully he disguised himself, that brat always seemed to notice. Yet whenever Xia Liu Yi looked at He Chu San, it felt like staring at a mountain hidden behind layers of cloud and mist.

Forget it. He was already all in anyway.

So Xia Liu Yi boldly turned his head and kissed He Chu San’s neck, rubbing contentedly against him when he felt He Chu San’s cannon load itself again.

But He Chu San immediately wrapped an arm around his waist and stopped him, laughing bitterly. “Brother Liu Yi, stop moving. You were way too fierce tonight. Even I can’t take any more. I admit defeat.”

Xia Liu Yi’s face flushed. Before he could think of a response, He Chu San spread a palmful of cloudy white fluid in front of him. “Look how wet you got.”

“Damn it!”

“Hahahaha—ow, ow, that hurts! Stop hitting me! I’ll carry you to the bath…”

When He Chu San said he would carry him to the bath, he really did. Standing beside the bed, he planted his feet in something resembling a martial-arts horse stance, gathered his strength, and lifted Xia Liu Yi horizontally into his arms in a single effort. Xia Liu Yi immediately remembered the disastrous princess carry from their first night in this apartment and nervously wrapped both arms around He Chu San’s neck. Fortunately, He Chu San had improved enormously since then. Gritting his teeth and moving with steady determination, he successfully carried Xia Liu Yi all the way into the bathroom.

Then he leaned against the wall, clutching his waist and panting for quite some time.

Seeing him gasping as though he might keel over at any moment, Xia Liu Yi found the sight hilarious. “Next time, should I carry you instead?”

He Chu San instinctively shook his head. After thinking about it, however, he nodded with sudden anticipation—and was promptly sprayed full in the face with the showerhead.

The two stood barefoot on the concrete floor and clingily showered together. Xia Liu Yi even tried sneaking a hand downward to tease the He family spear, only for its heir to stop him with extraordinary restraint. “We really can’t do it anymore. You’re already inflamed down there. I heard some people even get a fever and diarrhea afterward.”

“When has your Brother Liu Yi ever been that weak?” Xia Liu Yi splashed water over his head.

He Chu San laughed and hugged him. “The days ahead are still long.”

At those words, a moment of hesitation flickered through Xia Liu Yi’s heart. Then he smiled, leaned forward, and kissed him. “Mm.”