Futile Devices Scans

When Xie Jia Hua returned home in the middle of the night and found Lu Guang Ming lying blood-soaked and corpse-still on his bed, chaos naturally erupted. Lu Guang Ming was too groggy to pay him any attention and simply buried his head beneath the covers and slept. He did not wake until eleven or twelve the following day, when he discovered that he had been wrapped tightly in the quilt. He was drenched in sweat, unbearably hot, and dizzy.

He touched his forehead and felt that he had a fever. After spending an entire night soaking in the sea, who wouldn’t?

Heavy-headed and weak-legged, he staggered to the bathroom to take a piss. Only after crawling back into bed did he notice that Xie Jia Hua had left a glass of water and a box of fever medicine on the bedside table. He took the medicine, burrowed beneath the quilt again, and thought happily, Big Sweet Potato really is sweet after all. Then he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

He slept hazily until evening, when hunger finally woke him. Wrapped in the quilt, he rummaged through every corner of Xie Jia Hua’s apartment. He found nothing edible except instant noodles, but he did uncover something completely unexpected. Delighted, he sat on the sofa with the dry noodle block between his teeth, crunching away as he familiarly switched on the television.

The news was reporting his disappearance. The day before, he had specifically requested a vehicle from the ICAC under the pretext of carrying out an assignment. Early that morning, the car had been discovered on a secluded beach, with a suicide note apparently written in his handwriting left on the seat. His superior, Chief Investigator Xu, was interviewed outside ICAC headquarters and said that the incident was still under investigation, making it inconvenient to disclose further information.

On the screen, Chief Investigator Xu could barely conceal the grief in his expression. He clearly did not believe that Lu Guang Ming had killed himself and looked determined to uncover the truth and obtain justice for him. Lu Guang Ming estimated that five minutes after returning to his office, Chief Investigator Xu would discover the “fake-death leave note” he had left behind. I hope that miserable brat A’San works harder this time and gets some genuine evidence. Otherwise, once I go back, furious Chief Investigator Xu is probably going to beat me to death with a file folder.

He had crunched his way through half the noodle block when the front door creaked open and Xie Jia Hua returned. Lu Guang Ming’s heart leapt with joy, but he clutched the noodles and continued staring intently at the television.

Come over and worry about me. Hurry up, he screamed inwardly.

Xie Jia Hua truly did as he wished. He walked over and felt Lu Guang Ming’s forehead to check his temperature. “Did you take the medicine?”

Lu Guang Ming looked indifferent on the outside but was delighted within. “Mm.”

“Why didn’t you order takeout?”

“I didn’t bring any money.”

“What happened last night? Why are you hiding here instead of going back to your own home?”

“None of your business.”

“…” Xie Jia Hua began rolling up his sleeves.

Lu Guang Ming swiftly darted behind a sofa cushion with the noodle block still between his teeth. “Hey, I have a fever. Show some conscience. You’re not allowed to hit a sick person.”

“Once the fever’s gone, get the hell out!” Xie Jia Hua’s rebuke rang with imposing authority.

Lu Guang Ming had no idea where the sudden inspiration—or confidence—came from. He struggled to swallow the crumbs in his mouth, then boldly imitated He Chu San’s pure, wide-eyed expression, blinking innocently. “Brother Jia Hua, I’m so hungry. Could you order takeout for me? I want roast goose.”

“…”

He was still pinned facedown on the sofa and spanked. “Help! Police brutality!”

After the spanking, he still got his roast goose.

The two sat side by side on the sofa and ate. Lu Guang Ming remained bundled inside the quilt, his ass feeling horny—no, burning—as he cheerfully reached out one arm to pick up pieces of roast goose.

“Are you eating or not?” Xie Jia Hua finally could not stand watching him. “Why do you keep grinning? Did the fever fry your brain?”

Lu Guang Ming put down his chopsticks and pulled a large lunch box from beneath the coffee table. He had discovered it earlier while searching for instant noodles. It was a cheap plastic container that had clearly been used for years, its color almost completely worn away, yet it had been scrubbed spotlessly clean.

How did I not notice this thing the last time I stayed here? Hehehe. “What’s this, Inspector Xie? Why are you keeping it?”

Inspector Xie’s face turned slightly green, but he still maintained a thoroughly righteous expression. “I meant to return it to you. I forgot.”

“Were the scrambled eggs with milk from that restaurant good?”

“Too salty.”

Lu Guang Ming immediately abandoned his food, threw back the quilt, and pounced on Xie Jia Hua. The two of them became tangled inside the quilt and rolled into one enormous baguette. “What kind of madness is this?!” Xie Jia Hua’s head and arms remained outside, and he was still holding his chopsticks.

“If you eat breakfast bought by your fuck buddy, you have to repay your fuck buddy with a fuck.”

“Who the hell is your fuck buddy?!”

“Come on, Inspector. Have some fun with the common people. It’s been so long since you last had sex—aren’t you pent up? At worst, I’ll let you have me for another round today. After that, you owe me every time.”

His face still green, Xie Jia Hua struggled to tear away the quilt. “Get off me!”

Lu Guang Ming ducked his head, disappeared beneath the quilt, and took Xie Jia Hua’s cock into his mouth.

…

The roast goose was swept onto the floor, and the coffee table became a complete mess. One corner of the quilt drooped onto the ground, where it absorbed a broad stain of sauce. Breathing heavily, Xie Jia Hua frowned at the mess and thought, This little bastard! I’m definitely making him wash the quilt later! He’s eaten his fill and has nothing better to do, while I’ve been busy all day and barely managed a few bites of food!

As he was thinking, his head suddenly snapped back and a sharp, high gasp escaped him. Lu Guang Ming was lightly teasing the sensitive slit at the tip of his cock with his tongue. After so many days of abstinence, heat surged through Xie Jia Hua’s body like blazing fire. He threw back the quilt, grabbed Lu Guang Ming by the head, then turned and pinned him beneath him on the sofa.

Lu Guang Ming continued grinning and acting shamelessly even as his trousers were stripped away. They had barely been pulled down to his ankles when Inspector Xie’s cannon was already forcing its way inside. It rammed roughly against his entrance several times before being shoved halfway in.

“Fuck!” Lu Guang Ming let out a miserable cry. His thighs wrapped tightly around Xie Jia Hua’s waist and trembled, while both hands clawed viciously across his shoulders and back. “Are you trying to murder me on purpose, Inspector Xie?! Where’s the condom?”

“I don’t have anything like that in my house!”

“What about the lotion from last time? Hurry and get it, Brother Jia Hua. It hurts.”

The words Brother Jia Hua raised a line of goosebumps along Xie Jia Hua’s arm. Embarrassed and irritated, he ground out, “Shut up. Stop acting so slutty!” Keeping their bodies partially joined, he bent backward and reached into the drawer beneath the coffee table to search for the lotion. Lu Guang Ming stared at the firm waist still neatly wrapped in Xie Jia Hua’s shirt, his face heating and his heart pounding. Xie Jia Hua found the lotion, returned, and scooped some out to spread where their bodies were connected. When Lu Guang Ming saw the solid, smooth chest exposed by Xie Jia Hua’s open collar, his heart—and something lower—gave another excited leap. Unable to resist, Xie Jia Hua flicked the younger man’s swaying cock. “How can you be this shameless?!”

Lu Guang Ming shuddered pleasantly and deliberately wrapped his arms around Xie Jia Hua’s neck in a coquettish manner. “Because I want to fuck you, Brother Jia Hua—ah!”

“Who’s fucking whom?” Xie Jia Hua asked darkly, buried deep inside him.

“Either way is fine. Hurry and move… ah… ahhh…”

Xie Jia Hua casually tossed the lotion aside, pressed him against the sofa, lifted both his legs, and began fucking him hard. The stamina of the police station’s annual sanda champion was no joke. After only a few minutes of storm-like thrusting, Lu Guang Ming was already crying out miserably, several thin strands of prostatic fluid leaking from the slit of his cock.

“Right there, right there,” he whimpered softly, his voice already carrying a sob. “I’m going to die. How is it happening so quickly? I’m going to die…”

“Stop acting so slutty!” Xie Jia Hua slapped his ass.

“Don’t hit me. It hurts.” Lu Guang Ming looked pitiful. “Touch me. Touch me, hurry.”

With a dark expression, Xie Jia Hua began stroking Lu Guang Ming’s already slick erection. Lu Guang Ming immediately released a delighted gasp and lifted his hips, thrusting his hard heat into Xie Jia Hua’s palm. His cock was not much smaller than Xie Jia Hua’s and filled the man’s entire hand, swollen and rigid as it thrust between his fingers. At the same time, the heated passage behind him trembled and clenched tightly around the intruder. Xie Jia Hua frowned from the pressure and involuntarily drove several more hard thrusts deep inside. Lu Guang Ming began screaming, then buried his face against Xie Jia Hua’s shoulder as though embarrassed, producing a string of muffled whimpers.

Seeing that Lu Guang Ming’s ears had flushed deep red from pleasure, Xie Jia Hua continued thrusting while feeling strangely dissatisfied. Why does it feel like this brat is using me as a fully automatic vibrator? Lu Guang Ming bit down on his shoulder, and the sharp sting pulled Xie Jia Hua back to his senses.

He turned them over and sat on the sofa, positioning Lu Guang Ming astride his waist. Lu Guang Ming braced both hands against the back of the sofa and, while panting, obediently began moving himself up and down. The shirt he wore belonged to Xie Jia Hua and was one size too large. It hung loosely over the place where their bodies joined and had become stained with sticky, cloudy fluid, while his lower body remained completely naked. His thighs were pale and slender, with several old cigarette-burn scars faintly visible near their roots. The sight made him look pitiful, yet with a faintly ravaged allure. Unable to resist, Xie Jia Hua gripped his waist with both hands and pressed him deeper onto his erection.

“Ah—! Ah! Ah!”

The position took him far too deep. Lu Guang Ming trembled and threw back his head as he cried out, though the sounds were not entirely caused by pain. His voice became increasingly drawn-out and shamelessly seductive. Xie Jia Hua slapped his ass twice. “Keep it down. The neighbors will hear.”

“Let them hear—ah, ah! What’s wrong with two adults having sex? Ah… you’re going to go through me… straight through me… you’re so big…”

Lu Guang Ming’s shameless words made Xie Jia Hua’s face burn. Unable to endure them, he covered Lu Guang Ming’s mouth with one hand. Lu Guang Ming stuck out his tongue and licked his palm, causing Xie Jia Hua to jerk his hand away as though he had touched poison. Panting, Lu Guang Ming followed him, kissing his shoulder first and then his forehead. His lips were soft and slightly cool, like the tentative kisses of a kitten just beginning to grow familiar with someone.

A restless itch stirred inside Xie Jia Hua’s heart. He shook his head and avoided Lu Guang Ming, then pushed him back onto the sofa before he could cling to him again and began thrusting with ruthless force. Lu Guang Ming gasped so violently that he could no longer spare any energy to tease him. He reached down to pleasure himself, only for Xie Jia Hua to catch both wrists and pin them above his head. Lu Guang Ming was driven to the edge of climax almost instantly, but Xie Jia Hua maliciously pressed a thumb over the pulsing slit at the tip of his cock.

“Ah, let—ah—let go. I’m going to die… ah… let go…”

“Stop acting up!”

“I’m going to die from how horny I am. Let go…”

You think I’m going to let you enjoy yourself? Looking at Lu Guang Ming’s wantonly flushed face, Xie Jia Hua felt a vicious impulse unlike anything he had experienced before. He grabbed the plastic bag that had held the takeout containers, twisted it into a strip, and tied it around Lu Guang Ming’s cock. Lu Guang Ming’s eyes widened as he struggled to rise, but Xie Jia Hua drove forward with a heavy thrust, making him scream and collapse again.

“Inspector, are you some kind of sadist…?” he cried pitifully.

Inspector Xie ignored him completely. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!

“I’m going to die! Ahhh, I’m really going to die…” Lu Guang Ming began crying.

“Still want to have sex?” Xie Jia Hua asked.

“No more… sob… I don’t want it anymore…”

“Last night—hah—you tormented me until I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been busy all day and haven’t even had time to eat, yet you came to provoke me again. Tell me yourself—hah—aren’t you asking to die?”

“Yes, yes… I’m dying from how good it feels… ah! Ah! No, ahh… no, no, I was wrong. I was wrong… you’re going to thrust straight through me…”

“Stop being shameless!”

“I’m not… sob… you really are going to go through me…”

Lu Guang Ming’s face was soaked with tears, yet Inspector Xie’s hips remained powerful, as though he would not stop until he had fucked him to death. Lu Guang Ming truly felt as though he were about to die from arousal. Every cell in his body screamed to come. Xie Jia Hua’s burning hardness remained buried inside him, rubbing across his sensitive spot with every thrust before ramming into his deepest reaches. Dull pain mingled with overwhelming waves of pleasure. It was as though he had been swallowed by blazing sunlight, his entire body burning until he nearly caught fire.

“Mm… mm…” Completely senseless, he cried and wrapped his arms around Xie Jia Hua’s neck, shamelessly beginning to plead. “Kiss me… mm… I’m going to die. Kiss me…”

Xie Jia Hua twisted his head aside to avoid the kiss. Lu Guang Ming stubbornly chased his chin and continued begging. “Fuck buddies kiss too… mm… kiss me once…”

He finally managed to catch Xie Jia Hua’s lips, exchanging a brief breath that was wet, hot, and warm. The impact deep inside him soon forced his head backward again, and he clutched the sofa with a miserable cry. I’m going to die. I’m really going to die, he thought. White light had already begun appearing before his eyes.

Within that white light, warm lips covered his again. Their tongues tangled, and the restraint around his cock was released. His cries were swallowed into Xie Jia Hua’s throat. Whimpering, he came in repeated spurts, soaking the borrowed shirt against his body. Xie Jia Hua withdrew his burning cock from inside him and likewise released several heavy spurts of cloudy fluid across Lu Guang Ming’s lower abdomen.

…

Lu Guang Ming lay sprawled across the sofa and could not recover for a long time. Only twenty minutes had passed, yet he had been fucked into a complete mess, as though an entire century had gone by. His lower body was naked, sticky traces of their encounter smeared between his thighs. Several bright red handprints marked his ass, his entrance was wet and swollen, the shirt on his body was filthy and disordered, and even his mouth had been bitten swollen by Xie Jia Hua.

Meanwhile, Xie Jia Hua had done nothing more than open his zipper throughout the entire encounter. He had not even taken off his suit jacket. Calmly pulling the zipper closed again, he took a tissue and wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his bowl, and continued eating the other two dishes that had survived on the coffee table.

Lu Guang Ming weakly kicked his legs and cried, “Are you some kind of beast? You’re still eating?!”

“I haven’t eaten all day. Mind your own business. Rest for five minutes, then wash the quilt yourself. There’s a dryer on the balcony.”

“I don’t want to!”

“Then you won’t have a quilt tonight.”

“I’ll share yours!”

“Impossible. Get lost.”

…

In the end, they still shared the same quilt that night. Lu Guang Ming had completely seen through Xie Jia Hua as someone with a fierce exterior and a soft heart. He clung to him, groped around beneath the covers, and continued courting death.

“Are you going to let me sleep or not?!” Xie Jia Hua roared. “You slept all day. I didn’t!”

“But you still owe me three turns…”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing! If you don’t sleep, I’m throwing you outside!”

“Don’t get mad, Brother Jia Hua. Anger makes people age faster. At worst, I’ll get up early tomorrow and buy you scrambled eggs with milk.”

“Don’t call me Brother Jia Hua!”

“Handsome Brother, I’ll sing ‘Handsome Young Man’ for you…”

“Get lost—!”

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