Futile Devices Scans

Xia Liu Yi stood in front of the bathroom mirror, not even bothering to dry the water from his body. With his hair sticking out in every direction, he narrowed his eyes and carefully raised a pair of scissors, trying to trim his own bangs.

Cui Dong Dong had just returned from fishing. Humming a song, she pushed open the bathroom door to wash her hands—and immediately caught sight of the Boss’s bare ass. She let out a shriek. Xia Liu Yi’s hand jerked, and with one huge snip! he cut a deep inverted notch into his bangs.

“…”

“…”

Xiao Ma was in the kitchen, expertly tossing food in a wok, while Xiao Luo stood beside the cutting board helping chop vegetables. Suddenly, a noisy argument erupted outside. Xiao Luo rolled her eyes impatiently and nudged Xiao Ma. Xiao Ma turned off the stove and ran out to look—only to find the Boss with a bath towel wrapped around his waist and a mushroom cut with a huge inverted notch in front, brandishing a pair of scissors as he furiously chased Big Sister around the sofa. Big Sister fled in circles while shouting back, “You didn’t lock the door! How was I supposed to know you were in there?! Dinner’s almost ready—why were you taking a bath now?! You’re still chasing me?! Your towel’s about to fall off!”

“Boss, Boss, forget it, forget it!” Xiao Ma hurried over to break up the fight. “A harmonious family prospers in all things! A harmonious family prospers in all things!”

“Forget it, my ass! Look at my head! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!” Xia Liu Yi roared.

“Why were you standing in front of the mirror preening and cutting it yourself anyway? Go find Uncle Wang at the village entrance tomorrow and ask him to fix it,” Big Sister said.

“Fix it, my ass!” Xia Liu Yi’s eyes were red with anxiety. Xiao Ma hurriedly pulled Big Sister aside and whispered a few words to her. Big Sister went, “Oh??” and then, “Oh!!” She shrugged at the Boss and apologized with utmost sincerity. “Boss, I was wrong! Sorry! I just got back and didn’t know you were going out to meet your lover tonight. But, ahem, you really shouldn’t have cut it yourself. With your skills…”

Xia Liu Yi glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, then glared at her, furious and anxious. Hitching his bath towel back up from where it had slipped to his hips, he strode into the bathroom again. Cui Dong Dong followed and knocked on the door, desperately trying to salvage their crumbling friendship. “Boss, don’t panic! Put some pants on and come out. I’ll cut it for you. I used to trim the bangs for all those pretty girls at Taan Heung Pavilion…”

Only after quite some time did the door open again. Xia Liu Yi emerged in a neat set of casual clothes, his figure handsome, his haircut ridiculous, and his face black as charcoal. “Really?”

Cui Dong Dong swore solemnly, “Really.”

…

At sunset, on a secluded little beach in the south of Hong Kong Island, the shore was narrow and nearly deserted. As night approached, the sea wind blew in even more fiercely, and the tide surged higher with every wave, crashing whoosh—whoosh— against the rocks on either side of the beach.

The scattered tourists could not withstand the strong wind and rough tide and gradually left. Beside the now-empty beach, only a Jeep remained parked quietly by the road. There was just one person inside: the driver, dressed so thoroughly that he looked like a secret agent—black shirt, black gloves, black mask, sunglasses perched on his nose. He reclined against the seat with his face toward the sky, seemingly asleep.

The final couple left the beach hand in hand. The driver sat upright, removed his sunglasses and mask, then pulled off his leather gloves. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror. His slightly pale, haggard face could not conceal his eagerness and anticipation. Vast fiery clouds burned across the horizon, their brilliant colors reflected in his dark eyes.

Someone outside went knock, knock against the window. He turned to look and immediately smiled even more brilliantly than the burning sunset.

He unlocked the door. Xia Liu Yi yanked it open and, trailing the glow of the evening sky behind him, crashed straight into He Chu San’s smile, pressing him back into the seat as their lips met in an impatient kiss.

While kissing him, He Chu San stroked Xia Liu Yi’s face. His fingers encountered the baseball cap on Xia Liu Yi’s head, and he could not help laughing. Brother Liu Yi was wearing a flashy casual outfit in loud colors tonight, with a baseball cap turned backward. He looked like some hip-hop idol singer—ridiculously handsome and adorable.

The laugh escaped him. Xia Liu Yi abruptly covered his eyes. Apparently deciding that was not secure enough, he pulled a necktie he had prepared beforehand from his pocket and tied it directly behind He Chu San’s head.

“Brother Liu Yi?”

“Don’t move.”

“Are you hurt?” He Chu San’s sensitive mind immediately started running in the wrong direction, and he reached out blindly to feel around. Xia Liu Yi caught both his wrists and pulled out another necktie, binding them together.

“Brother Liu Yi? What are you doing?” Xia Liu Yi tugged him out of the driver’s seat by the tie around his wrists and pushed him into the back seat. The door shut behind them. He Chu San was pressed down onto the seat without the slightest trace of vigilance, still bewilderedly nagging him. “Did something happen to you—”

Xia Liu Yi bit down on his Adam’s apple, cutting him off, then forced the rest of his words back down with a long, scorching kiss. Caught off guard, He Chu San was kissed breathless. Then he heard Xia Liu Yi murmur beside his ear, “Silly boy. I’m not hurt.”

“I want to see you. It’s been so long.”

“After we’re done.”

“Done? Huh?” Only then did He Chu San suddenly realize that his trousers had already been pulled down. “T-too fast, isn’t it? B-Brother Liu Yi—ah!”

He gasped sharply in the darkness as a warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

His brows drew together as he instinctively lowered his head, only to see nothing. In the darkness, he sank into the mire of desire, pleasure winding around him like waterweed. Helpless breaths that sounded almost coquettish escaped him, and he hurriedly covered his mouth with the back of his hand while one thought went round and round in his head: Next time I’ll do this to Brother Liu Yi too. Mm. Blindfold him, pin him against a mirror, and have my way with him there.

The sucking and caressing below him was eager, tender, and urgent, driving him into helpless arousal in very little time. He imagined Xia Liu Yi with both hands tied, eyes blindfolded, bent over against a mirror and fucked until he was dripping wet… Before long, He Chu San clamped a hand over his mouth and came with a muffled growl.

Xia Liu Yi remained between his thighs without moving for a while. He Chu San groped for his face and felt the wetness at the corner of his mouth. “Hurry and spit it out.”

“Swallowed it.”

“What?”

“Let you taste it too.”

The kiss that followed carried a faint bitterness and briny tang. They urgently stroked each other’s bodies. He Chu San still tried to lift the necktie covering his eyes, but Xia Liu Yi pinned his hands beneath him while eagerly stroking and playing with his freshly spent “equipment.” He Chu San moaned softly, thinking that Brother Liu Yi really did look like he was forcing himself on an innocent man. If Dad saw the two of them like this, who knew how many legs he would break between them.

“Pay attention.” Xia Liu Yi bit his earlobe.

“I want to see you.”

“After we’re done.”

“Wh— I haven’t even—ah…” A moment later, he was being ridden again.

He Chu San’s bound hands were pinned above his head as he twisted his waist and allowed Xia Liu Yi to take what he wanted. That long-missed, wet, tight passage wrapped and squeezed around him while He Chu San breathed in tormented bliss. God, he’s so wet. Brother Liu Yi used the little blue bottle on himself before he came, didn’t he? Wouldn’t it have leaked into his underwear on the way here? His ass must’ve been clenched tight the whole way.

Xia Liu Yi, riding above him, suddenly felt He Chu San swell even larger inside him. Unable to suppress a low gasp, he bent forward and braced his hands beside He Chu San’s head, moving over him in short, shallow strokes. Through his rough breathing, He Chu San heard him say, “Little bastard… even drove a Jeep… hah… big back seat too. You got this thing just for that?”

“No… mm…”

“No?”

Xia Liu Yi clenched hard around him, nearly making He Chu San come on the spot. His face flushing scarlet, He Chu San felt blindly over Xia Liu Yi’s chest and stammered out an admission. “Y-yes… yes, but I didn’t… didn’t expect it this soon…”

“Hehehe.” Xia Liu Yi gave a smug little laugh, the enclosed vehicle making the sound seem especially low and seductive. He untied the necktie around He Chu San’s wrists. He Chu San immediately began touching him in the darkness, feeling the damp, trembling area between his thighs and his lean, powerful waist, then gripping that waist and pressing him downward. Xia Liu Yi followed the force of his hands and sank fully onto him. The instant they fitted together at the deepest point, both men shuddered as though struck by electricity and instinctively wrapped their arms around each other.

He Chu San thrust hard dozens of times before withdrawing with a gasp and rolling Xia Liu Yi beneath him. The movement knocked the baseball cap from Xia Liu Yi’s head. It landed with a soft pat. He Chu San instinctively reached for the necktie over his eyes again, only for Xia Liu Yi to stop him. “No. You don’t get to look until we’re finished.”

He Chu San did not understand why, but he still smiled obediently. That long-absent shy innocence made Xia Liu Yi’s face heat and his lower body go rigid. Unable to bear it, he covered his face with one hand, yet could not resist peering through his fingers as He Chu San lifted one of his legs onto his shoulder and leaned down toward him with a smile. Years of martial arts had left Xia Liu Yi flexible enough to take the position without difficulty. He parted his lips slightly to receive He Chu San’s kiss. Scorching heat plunged into his body at the same time, touching the softest part of his soul and drawing a low, hoarse sigh from deep in his throat…

The fiery clouds along the horizon gradually faded. Moonlight emerged faintly from the opposite direction, pale gold washing across the deep blue night sky. The tide continued crashing against the beach in wave after wave, surging forward and sweeping back. Beneath the faint moonlight, the Jeep beside the shore rocked in quick, shallow motions, the creaking of its tires swallowed by the roar of the sea.

The two clung to each other, breathing hard. The night wind howled against the windows. Afraid Xia Liu Yi would get cold, He Chu San pushed himself up and reached for a blanket in the rear compartment. Naturally, he reached for the necktie over his eyes again.

“Don’t…” Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-damp arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him back down. He Chu San laughed softly and dodged his kiss. “Wait. I’ll get the blanket. It’s cold.”

“Don’t go.” Handsome Xia was clingier than He Chu San had ever seen him, still trying to deploy his beauty trap. He Chu San finally realized something was wrong and caught Xia Liu Yi’s wrist instead. “What exactly happened to you? Did you hurt your head?”

“No!” Xia Liu Yi denied it with great seriousness. But before he could say anything more, He Chu San suddenly used more strength, pinning him down so he could not resist, and ripped the necktie from his own eyes.

“…”

Pfft.

“Don’t laugh!”

“No—hahahahaha! You look so handsome! Hahahahaha…”

“If I look handsome, why the hell are you laughing?!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

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