Futile Devices Scans

Xia Liu Yi confirmed that he had greeted and thanked every one of He Chu San’s friends. Then, taking He Chu San by the hand, he went over to exchange a few words with the Xin Xin family, who were picking at food at the buffet table, as well as Father He and Mother Wu. Xin Xin’s little daughter was hiding by her mother’s leg, looking at him shyly. Xia Liu Yi bent down, scooped her up, and spun her around in a circle. “The little angel is flying!”

The little angel giggled in the air, her fluffy little wings fluttering in the wind. She instantly lost all her shyness and shrieked, “MORE! MORE!”

Xia Liu Yi understood the word, so he swept her up and spun her around twice more, making the child beam with joy. “Uncle-daddy!” she called out with a smile.

Xia Liu Yi set her down and plucked a small flower to tuck into the floral crown on her head. “It’s Summer. He is Sam, and I am Summer.”

He then stood up and whispered a few instructions into Xin Xin’s ear. Xin Xin smiled and nodded. “Yes, yes, yes, I will host them well! Go on, hurry!”

Xia Liu Yi took He Chu San’s hand again and kept moving forward, gradually leaving the noisy crowd behind until they reached the edge of the garden. Beyond the fence, green trees met the beach, stretching toward the distant blue sea and sky. Seagulls soared freely, and the song of the waves accompanied the scent of the tide.

His hand was warm and powerful, gripping He Chu San’s tightly. His back was straight, his waist slender, and his legs long; his firm, rounded buttocks made He Chu San swallow a gulp of saliva. “What do you want to tell me?” He Chu San asked curiously.

“Who said I wanted to tell you anything?” Xia Liu Yi laughed. “I’m kidnapping you home!” With that, he swung his long legs over the fence, effortlessly crossing out of the garden. Looking back at the bustling crowd, he gave a cunning smile and dragged He Chu San over the fence as well.

The two wound their way along a path toward the car parked at the roadside. They started at a jog, then gradually broke into a sprint, diving into the car as quickly as if they were eloping.

After closing the car door, they looked at each other, both slightly out of breath. Xia Liu Yi, sitting in the passenger seat, made the first move; he pressed He Chu San into the seat and gave him a solid, heavy kiss. “Drive home quickly!”

He Chu San dawdled, saying, “Let’s go to the hospital first. I hired a doctor from the United States, and he said your right hand…”

His words were cut off by Xia Liu Yi biting down on them. Xia Liu Yi kissed him firmly again and bit his lip hard.

“You little bastard, are you trying to suffocate me? If you say one more word, I’ll strip you bare in the car and ride you myself! Why pick today of all days to see a doctor? Do you still want your lunchbox or not?”

He Chu San hurriedly fastened his seatbelt and grabbed the steering wheel. “I want it!!!”

The car gave a jolt and then sped off on the road toward the lunchbox.

From the moment they stepped out of the car and into the elevator, they began to embrace and kiss passionately. Xia Liu Yi was so impatient that he started peeling off He Chu San’s jacket; the parched field was even more anxious than the plow ox.

The elevator stopped at a middle floor, and a middle-aged woman who was about to enter let out a shriek. Xia Liu Yi snapped out of the heated kiss, turned sideways to block He Chu San’s face, and asked her, “Going up or down?”

“Down, down,” the woman said, dazed.

Xia Liu Yi reached out and pressed the “close door” button. “We’re going up.”

The elevator doors closed. He looked back at the blushing He Chu San and teased, “With skin as thick as yours, you’re still shy?”

He Chu San couldn’t be bothered to explain that it wasn’t a bashful blush, but rather caused by his kissing; he just pounced and kissed him again. The two big men collided against the elevator wall, causing the old elevator to shake. Only then did Xia Liu Yi come to his senses and look at the reopened elevator door, realizing this was a familiar floor—it was the small one-bedroom apartment He Chu San had previously rented in Tsim Sha Tsui.

It was hard to imagine that this industry leader, with a net worth of billions, still lived in an ordinary, thirty-something-year-old, aging apartment building.

Xia Liu Yi stepped out of the elevator in surprise, looking around. The entire hallway had been repainted. Originally, two households lived there, but now both sides had been fitted with identical new doors, each hanging the same bright red “Double Happiness” character.

He Chu San stuffed a key into his hand. Xia Liu Yi walked familiarly to the door from back then, unlocked it, and pushed it open gently.

The room had been renovated; the walls were covered in a new type of paneling he didn’t recognize. The bulky television had become a thin flat-screen, and furniture like the sofa and cabinets had all been replaced, yet the layout remained almost exactly the same as it was back then. On the living room wall hung a music poster of Xiao Man, and the newly replaced window glass still bore the handmade New Year paper-cuts from Father He. On the coffee table sat that same coconut-shell bobblehead doll with the little stick, and a vase beside it was filled with lollipops.

Xia Liu Yi touched the smiling face of Xiao Man on the poster and walked slowly into the bedroom. The narrow little wardrobe from those days was still there. He pulled it open and saw his clothes from over a decade ago, still neatly hung inside. He reached out to touch them; the clothes had clearly been maintained and still looked as good as new.

Xia Liu Yi’s eyes instantly welled up. At that moment, He Chu San hugged him from behind.

“Elite He, after all these years, you still live in this dump of an apartment?” Xia Liu Yi said, his voice hoarse.

He Chu San pressed his face against the back of his neck. “Those first few years, you wouldn’t talk to me. I was afraid that if you didn’t talk to me for twenty years, and one day you finally came out and regretted it, you might want to find me but couldn’t. So I bought this place and kept living here. Every night when I came back, it felt like you were still at home.”

Xia Liu Yi turned around to hold He Chu San tightly; no amount of words could describe the pain of this moment. He kissed He Chu San devoutly, kissing the corners of his eyes that were rippling with emotion, and kissing his trembling lips. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I kept you waiting too long.”

He Chu San burst into tears. A thirty-nine-year-old man, weeping like a child.

They collapsed onto the bed, embracing each other. The bright red bedding wrapped around them—the color of blood and fire intermingled from those past years. He Chu San had been smiling all day, his face overflowing with joyful bliss, but at this moment, he buried his face in his shoulder and sobbed, as if trying to cry out all the grievances he had suffered over these years. As he wept, he bit down hard on Xia Liu Yi’s neck, drawing blood.

“I hate you so much. Every night during those years, I lay on this bed, thinking about how I could kill you, eat your flesh bite by bite, and drink your blood… I hate myself, why didn’t I stay by your side when you told me not to go? If I had stayed then, if I had…”

“Shh, shh,” Xia Liu Yi said, with two trails of tears, stroking him gently. “It’s all over, it’s all in the past. I’m here, we will never be separated again.”

He Chu San choked back sobs and gently licked the bloody tooth marks he had made. “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt as much as my heart hurts for you.”

He Chu San smiled through his tears. “Brother Liu Yi knows how to say romantic things now.”

“Didn’t I always know how?” Xia Liu Yi kissed him gently again. “Do you still want that lunchbox?”

“I do. But right now, I just want to hold you and sleep, I want to sleep with you.”

“Okay, then let’s sleep.”

“Aren’t you very ‘frustrated’?”

“I also want to sleep with you.” As Xia Liu Yi said this, he reached to pull the curtains. But He Chu San held him back and pressed a button on the headboard, and the curtains closed automatically.

It was midday, and outside the window, the sun was bright and the sky was clear. Yet, indoors, the two hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep. He Chu San had been so tense and excited for several days that he couldn’t sleep; now, his nerves, taut for over a decade, finally relaxed completely, and his eyelids felt heavy. He squinted his eyes, clutching Xia Liu Yi’s fingers clingily, “You are not allowed to leave before I wake up. Even if you go to the bathroom, you have to wake me up so we can go together.”

Xia Liu Yi kissed him again. “Okay, I will never leave.”

This sleep was warm and long. A long time later, Xia Liu Yi woke up and found himself in total darkness.

He became alert instantly. He subconsciously wanted to push aside the blindfold on his face, only to find that his hands and feet were locked to the bed, spread out in a “大” shape, and even his neck had a collar on it. He struggled hard, and the iron chains clattered. Every hair on his body stood up; he seemed to have been stripped naked, leaving only his underwear.

“A’San? A’San?” he called out urgently.

He Chu San’s low laughter suddenly rang in his ear. “I said I was going to lock you up for a lifetime, do you remember? ‘When you come out, I will use a dog chain to lock you by my side, lock you until you’re eighty, a hundred years old, even when you die, you will be locked together with me.’”

Xia Liu Yi relaxed the moment he heard his voice. Knowing that He Chu San was just acting like a movie star, he let out a wry, helpless smile in his heart: Fine, if he likes to act, I’ll play along.

He became compliant. He Chu San, however, was not satisfied, and he tugged at his little sensitive tip. “Speak.”

Xia Liu Yi couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth. “Say what?”

“Tell me to let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go. I want to be locked on your bed for a lifetime, until I’m eighty, a hundred years old, until I die.”

A suppressed, heavy breath sounded by his ear. A heavy body pressed down on him, and He Chu San panted in his ear, “Brother Liu Yi, are you doing this on purpose?”

Xia Liu Yi turned his head and blew a provocative breath onto his face.

He Chu San let out a nose sound of patience and annoyance, his palm sliding down his naked skin, plunging into the space between their overlapped bellies, fondling and rubbing maliciously. Xia Liu Yi immediately emitted a stifled gasp as well. It was as if his switch had been unlocked by the world’s only unique fingerprint; his body flushed red, his waist and hips couldn’t help but sway, and he spontaneously began to rub his lower body against He Chu San’s hardness.

He felt He Chu San kneeling over him, his Adam’s apple being kissed warmly, his collarbone being licked wetly, and his sensitive tip being viciously bitten and sucked. That tender protrusion, so out of place with the owner’s outward style, rapidly turned red and swollen. This was Xia Liu Yi’s most sensitive spot, and he twisted more violently, the iron chains clanging. The parched field was itching painfully; he couldn’t help but spread his legs and wrap them around He Chu San’s waist, gasping in his breathing, “Faster… you little bastard…”

He heard He Chu San’s evil, chuckling laugh. “It’s not that fast. This is to punish you for ignoring me for 1,482 days; I’ve kept track of every single one.”

His underwear was slowly pulled down, and his erect lower body sprang out, only to be taken into a warm mouth, sucked and toyed with. Xia Liu Yi stretched his legs and feet in agony, the iron chains clanging again. However, just as he was on the verge of climax, the gaping opening was viciously blocked, and he felt a cold object slowly probing into his urethra.

“Ah, ah!” he couldn’t help but call out lightly.

“Shh, be good,” He Chu San coaxed.

“What is that… ah, be gentle, it hurts…” Xia Liu Yi frowned, rubbing his face hard against the pillow and the blindfold, wanting to see what it was. But He Chu San maliciously pinched his nipple, earning a muffled groan. His sensitive tip was pinched until it was crimson and beautiful, as if it were about to drip water. He arched his back in agony, unable to worry about the slight pain between his legs.

He Chu San carefully pushed a urethral probe all the way in. Xia Liu Yi shivered in pain and nudged him with his knee, but he took the opportunity to grab his knee and spread his legs wide. His rear entrance tightened, and a syringe-like cylindrical object was pushed in, injecting cold liquid into his body.

“Fuck,” Xia Liu Yi couldn’t help but swear. “What the hell are you doing… ah…”

He Chu San’s evil laughter wouldn’t stop. “Hehehehe, I’ve thought about this day for a long time. I have to say, the feeling of having my wish fulfilled is absolutely wonderful. Do you know how beautiful you look right now? I almost want to brand a stamp here.” As he spoke, he touched the edge of Xia Liu Yi’s rear hole—Xia Liu Yi still had the syringe inside, and a small amount of transparent mucus overflowed, making it hypersensitive to the slightest touch.

“You little bastard, hah-ah!” Xia Liu Yi twisted his hips against the sheets in agony. He could guess what He Chu San had injected him with—it was making him itch like crazy inside!

“How dare you use this stuff on me, take it out… ah!”

He Chu San turned a deaf ear, laughing as he kissed his crimson earlobe. “Don’t call me a little bastard, call me husband.”

“Husband your head,” Xia Liu Yi turned back, his face flushed red as he cursed. “I think you’ve become a middle-aged pervert, hah-ah. If you want to fuck, then fuck, don’t do these things… ah—! You’re still, you’re still pushing it in!”

The entire syringe, along with the aphrodisiac lubricating fluid, had been squeezed into his body. His butt felt both numb and itchy, his whole body burning like fire, and his erect penis was blocked by the urethral probe, unable to find release at all.

That middle-aged pervert, the King of Foxes, became even more daring, giggling in his ear, “Don’t you want to know what the dolls are? Let me show you how I spent those years.”

He Chu San climbed over him. Soon, the blindfold on his face was untied. With his forehead covered in sweat, he looked to the side in a daze—a doll as tall as he was lay beside him. He Chu San pinched the doll’s chin and turned it toward him; the features and expression on that silicone face were exactly the same as his younger self, even the subtle curve of his thin lips was imitated to perfection.

It was too eerie! Xia Liu Yi instantly got goosebumps! “Take it away, take it away!”

“Why take it away?” He Chu San wore a perverted smile. “Didn’t you not want to see me? Then I had to play with it instead. Oh, actually, this one isn’t the original ‘it’. The original one didn’t look much like you, and the quality wasn’t good, so it broke after a few years of playing. Later, I replaced it twice. This current one looks the most like you. Do you know what I’ve done to them all these years? I can mimic some of those movements for you.”

As he spoke, he actually lifted the doll’s long legs and pressed them to its shoulders, folding the entire body almost in half. Then he pulled out two leather ropes and tied the doll’s thighs to its upper arms, forming a large “M” shape.

“I would fuck it like this, fuck the little mouth above first, then the one below. Sometimes I would tie it to the head of the bed, sometimes I would hang it up to fuck it—see that hook on the ceiling? That’s what I used to hang it. The newest one is very advanced; if you fuck it hard enough, it will scream like this…”

He Chu San toyed with the doll, and at this point, in front of Xia Liu Yi, he smiled and inserted his finger into the doll’s soft rear opening, stirring wetly inside to ensure Xia Liu Yi heard those sticky sounds, before thrusting deep inside.

“Hus… band, fas… ter, fuck… me.” The doll suddenly groaned.

“…” Xia Liu Yi.

This sounds exactly like me!

“I recorded what you said in the visiting room and edited it,” He Chu San smiled. “And there’s this one too.”

He poked from another angle, and the doll groaned again, “Hus… band, I… am, so, itchy, ah, faster, please.”

Xia Liu Yi couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled the iron chains and roared, “Ah ah ah, He Chu San, I know you’ve been pent up to the point of perversion all these years! It’s my fault, it’s all my fault! Stop playing with it, hurry up and throw it away! Hurry up and fuck me, okay!!! I’m really, really itchy!!”

“Not quite yet,” his perverted husband said, “I want you to lie here and watch me fuck it.” As he spoke, he pried open the depths of the doll’s opening, posing as if he were about to thrust his sword into its sheath.

“You dare!!” Xia Liu Yi roared. “You little bastard, if you dare to fuck someone… or something other than me! I’ll peel your skin off!”

He Chu San laughed out loud, extremely gratified by this possessive roar. He threw the doll aside and pounced on him. “Really?”

Xia Liu Yi was panting with the itch; every inch of skin in contact with him was burning, and every cell in his body was screaming to be fucked. He gasped and continued to curse, “Peel your skin, pull out your tendons, chop off your dick to dry and make into a specimen…”

“Hehe, there are all kinds of preservation technologies now; it can be kept looking just like it’s fresh.”

“Stop talking nonsense and fuck me already!” Xia Liu Yi’s eyes were bloodshot with urgency!

He Chu San pulled out the syringe, pried open his firm buttocks, and surged into his body in one go. Pierced instantly by the burning hot weapon, Xia Liu Yi closed his eyes and trembled violently; in an instant, he reached a climax! The metal rod blocked the exit, preventing the hot fluid from escaping; the backflow made him feel painful but even more uncontrollably excited! He roared intermittently, his waist and hips trembling non-stop, his consciousness dissolving into thin air along with the fireworks bursting in his nerves…

The dry climax lasted for a long time, so long that his soul seemed to leave his body, and he didn’t respond to He Chu San’s repeated calls.

He Chu San stopped moving and observed him cautiously. After a while, Xia Liu Yi finally stopped trembling and let out a relaxed breath through his nostrils.

He Chu San knew that he was experiencing pleasure, but he still touched his face and asked, “Are you okay?”

He slowly opened his eyes to look at He Chu San, like a satiated and exhausted big cat. He turned his head and rubbed his sweat-dampened cheek against He Chu San’s palm, his voice hoarse, “Don’t use those things in the future, I wanted you all along…”

After saying this, he frowned again. “Fuck! It’s still so itchy, fuck me faster, harder… uh-ah—!”

He buried his face in He Chu San’s palm and groaned loudly without restraint. The scorching hot meat rod moved in and out of him quickly, filling every furrow and every gap of the parched field; spring water seeped out from the depths of the field, and a fine rain nourished the earth. All the absurd and obscene dreams of thousands of nights of separation turned into reality at this moment. He lifted his legs to clamp around He Chu San’s lean and powerful waist; the weapon continued to swell inside him, drawing tears from his eyes.

The iron chains jingled, and he struggled with his wrists in agony, calling out amidst the continuous, raging impact, “A’San, ah, A’San, let go of my hands, I want to hold you…”

“No,” He Chu San bit his lip. “This is your punishment.”

“There is no punishment, ah, ah, so comfortable, right there, ah… Then let me go, let me go, let me down, I want to cum, ah…”

“Call me husband, and I’ll let you cum.”

“Screw you, ah…”

Xia Liu Yi was flushed bright red from being fucked and truly couldn’t bring himself to say it, so he coaxed him in a soft voice, “Mr. He, be a good man, let me go.”

“No, my wife isn’t being obedient.”

“Who is your wife… mm-ah… I am your husband, if anyone is going to call anyone that, you should be the one to start…”

He Chu San followed the flow, the words rolling off his tongue with ease, “Husband, my good husband Liu Yi, hurry up and say ‘Husband San San, I’m so itchy, faster’.”

Xia Liu Yi kicked his legs in anger. He Chu San thrust his waist forward, burying his thick member to the base, and slammed into him forcefully several more times. Xia Liu Yi’s sensitive core was stirred into a frenzy, his waist went numb, and he clutched the chains at his wrists, shouting in shame and resentment, “Husband! Husband! That’s enough!”

“You have absolutely no romantic flair in the way you say it.”

“Did you find out only today that I have no flair?” Xia Liu Yi was about to go crazy from being pent up, and he had no choice but to take the offensive, tightening his rear opening to clamp down on him. “Hurry up and release your husband, your husband wants to cum… mm…”

He Chu San had also been holding back for too long, and caught off guard, he was instantly defeated by the clamping, thrusting into the deepest part of him with a low growl as he ejaculated. Xia Liu Yi panted, scalded by the hot semen shot deep inside him. He thought He Chu San would release him at this moment so he could also enjoy himself, but who knew He Chu San was so wicked—he continued to ejaculate inside him for a while, and while gasping for air, he retaliated by pinching both of Xia Liu Yi’s sensitive tips, deliberately preventing him from cumming.

“You little bastard…” Xia Liu Yi was left limp by the pinching, his chest thrusting forward toward his fingertips. His solid pectoral muscles were swollen, kneaded by He Chu San into supple waves. He Chu San mounted his chest, pressing his slightly softened member between his two breasts, signaling him to take it into his mouth.

“Bread sandwiching the ‘sausage’, remember? Do it yourself, eat faster, eat it until it’s hard.”

“How can I eat it if you don’t release my hands!” Xia Liu Yi glared at him.

He Chu San fished a remote control out of the nightstand and pressed a button. With a squeaking noise, the length of the iron chains on Xia Liu Yi’s hands and feet loosened slightly. Xia Liu Yi glared at him hatefully again, brought his hands to his chest, used his pectoral muscles to clamp onto his member, lifted his head to take a small bite of it, and mumbled around the glans, “Let me cum when you’re done.”

“I never said that,” He Chu San looked down from above, smiling, “If you dare to bite me, I’ll never let you cum for the rest of your life.” With that, he cupped his head and slammed himself inside.

Caught off guard, he was stuffed to the back of his throat by He Chu San, and in his anger, he let go of his hands and slapped He Chu San’s buttock. He Chu San retaliated by thrusting deeper, and suddenly, even breathing became a struggle for him. The saliva he couldn’t hold back flowed down the corners of his mouth, dripping wetly onto his bulging pectorals. He Chu San began thrusting back and forth; his two sensitive little tips rubbed violently against He Chu San’s thighs, the soreness becoming even more unbearable, and he couldn’t help but let out “Mmm—mmm—” moans from his throat.

He Chu San finally, before choking him to death, withdrew his wet and thick ‘sausage’ from deep in his throat, took his hand, pulled him off the bed, and made him stand with his back against the wall.

Xia Liu Yi turned his head and panted heavily, his jaw feeling like it was about to dislocate from the insertion. Lustful fluids and the previously injected semen dripped steadily from his rear opening, flowing slowly down the wall to the floor. He felt He Chu San fumbling around on the wall, and out of curiosity, he wanted to look up, but He Chu San covered him with a blindfold again.

“What are you doing? I’d say you’re quite capable of playing games for someone your age.” Xia Liu Yi couldn’t help but mumble. He heard the creaking of gears turning in the room; the small bedroom had been modified like a hidden weapon room.

“A man is a flower at forty,” He Chu San chuckled low in his ear, “Your man is thirty-nine, exactly at the age where he is like a wolf or a tiger. Do you want to touch my ‘bullet muscles’? I can fuck you for three hours without needing a break.”

Xia Liu Yi actually reached out to touch them, and as he touched, he laughed, “Did you practice this at the gym? You must have been ‘worked’ pretty hard, right?”

Elio’s notes: Xia Liu Yi is deliberately twisting the meaning of 操 (cāo), which can mean both: to train / work on and slang for having sex. He’s teasing He Chu San by pretending to misunderstand. He’s implying “you’ve been getting ‘worked over’ (sexually) a lot.”

Although he knew this ‘fuck’ was not that ‘fuck’, He Chu San was still hit in a sore spot. Annoyed, he bit him on the neck, upheld his dignity as a husband, and commanded, “Lift your leg!”

Xia Liu Yi lifted one leg and propped it on his waist; he didn’t expect He Chu San to pinch his buttock again, “The other leg too.”

“I’m so heavy, can you handle it?”

“You’ll know once you’re up.”

Xia Liu Yi was wearing a blindfold and couldn’t see anything. In the darkness, he wrapped his arms around his neck, tentatively gave a little jump, and sat cross-legged on his waist. He Chu San supported his butt with both arms, holding him steadily.

Only then did Xia Liu Yi react, clutching his neck and laughing, “Is this the ‘lunchbox’? Eating while holding?”

“That’s right.”

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this for years and couldn’t figure it out, hahaha, isn’t this the ‘Carnal Prayer Mat’?”

Elio’s notes: Chinese erotic novel from 17th century. In modern or casual contexts, this is used jokingly to refer to sex-related positions or scenarios involving bodies pressed together or where someone is being used like a “cushion” or support during intimacy.

“Carnal what…” He Chu San frowned, “Did you often go to brothels when you were in the Walled City? Have you played with people like this?”

“I was the one running the brothel, okay?” Xia Liu Yi laughed heartily. If you haven’t eaten pork, you’ve at least seen pigs run!

Before the former brothel boss could finish laughing, his rear entrance tightened, the sword entered the sheath, and he hugged He Chu San tightly, left with nothing but moans.

Fuck! Carnal Prayer Mat truly deserves to be called Carnal Prayer Mat, this is too intense! He quickly thought.

Almost his entire weight was hung on He Chu San’s arms and his own thighs, and all the impacts were concentrated on the part where the two were connected. The member entered very deeply; under the fierce collisions, it felt several times like even his testicles were going to be smashed into his body. His insides were thoroughly stirred and opened, and the lustful water splashed wildly against the wall and the floor. Xia Liu Yi had no leisure to crack jokes with his husband anymore; he tilted his neck back and cried out until he was nearly hoarse, his entire body’s muscles tensed into silk-like, undulating arcs.

He was soon fucked until his whole body was limp, his entire focus solely on that member fiercely stabbing him. The arms holding He Chu San became increasingly weak, “A-San… mm-ah… too deep, too… ah-ah-ah…”

“Did I fuck your most itchy spot?” He Chu San panted heavily.

“You fucked it, ah-ah… stop, stop for a moment, I can’t hold on, ah…”

He Chu San didn’t know what he pressed on the wall, but the chains on his hands suddenly tightened, and he was hoisted toward the ceiling by hooks on the wall, lifting his entire limp body up again, “Ah-ah, ah…”

Damn it! This brat calculated everything!

Now that half the weight was relieved onto the hooks, He Chu San supported his butt and gave another fierce thrust. With his hands hoisted high and being impacted, he was flattened against the wall. The member slipped out a little, then was slammed fiercely back into his body by the impact against the wall. His rear opening burned with friction, and he panted hoarsely, “No, it’s really too deep…”

“Deep is right.” He Chu San panted and unleashed a flurry of fierce strikes. Hearing that Xia Liu Yi truly couldn’t take it anymore, he finally slowed down his movements a little, grinding against his sensitive spots, thrusting deep and shallow to tease him.

He was played by He Chu San until he was on the verge of death. His mind was befuddled as he endured He Chu San’s fierce kisses. The pain of his lips being bitten just brought him back to his senses a little, only to have his soul knocked away by another fierce jolt from the depths of his body. The ultimate pleasure of body and spirit made him feel as if he had fallen from the clouds. In that hazy, white-out moment before climax, He Chu San’s husky, magnetic voice was like a beam of light cutting through the fog: “Brother Liu Yi, I’m going to cum for you, make sure you catch it.”

He tightened his arms around He Chu San’s neck, bit down on the side of He Chu San’s neck, then kissed it cherishingly, and then submissively opened his body further. He Chu San surged into his soul, his scalding hot fluid filling his inside to the brim, melting them into one.

Xia Liu Yi whimpered against He Chu San’s shoulder, trembling violently from the intensity of the ejaculation. His own semen couldn’t force its way past the urethral probe, and the backflow forced tears from his eyes. After He Chu San finished, he withdrew from his body, knelt beneath him, carefully pulled out the urethral probe, and then took his organ into his mouth to lick, suck, and fondle. Xia Liu Yi quickly climaxed into his throat.

After the climax, Xia Liu Yi collapsed limply against the wall, gasping for air. His voice was raspy from the heavy breathing, his throat was swollen, and even swallowing saliva was a struggle. Between his legs, fluids dripped steadily, the lustful secretion constantly trickling onto the floor.

He Chu San unlocked the shackles on his wrists and ankles and carried him back to the bed. A faint sliver of moonlight leaked through the curtains; it seemed to be deep into the night. He Chu San pressed the button to open the curtains, and the gentle moonlight covered Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-dampened body. He looked at Xia Liu Yi with tender eyes: Xia Liu Yi was darker than before he went to prison, and leaner as well. His body, kept in shape by exercise, remained muscular, strong, and long, and the mottled marks of old scars all over his body had faded even more than they were a decade ago; moistened by sweat, they looked like faded totems. His features still retained that handsome and dashing look, though tiny, fine lines had appeared at the corners of his eyes and brows. He Chu San couldn’t help but lean down and gently kiss those marks left by the passage of time.

Xia Liu Yi lifted his head to kiss him back, his hands caressing his waist and abdomen, touching the scars left behind by his own ruthless self-stabbing all those years ago. He Chu San was exceptionally well-maintained; his gentle features looked exactly the same as they did a decade ago, perhaps even more elegant and handsome. He looked thin while clothed, but once the clothes were off, it was clear that his body was much sturdier and stronger, with his lower abdominal muscles stacked one by one—Xia Liu Yi touched and kneaded them one by one, and He Chu San even deliberately tensed his bullet muscles to show off to him.

Xia Liu Yi laughed out loud, “You’ve trained them to be this solid?”

“I had nothing to do usually, and no one to warm the bed at night, so I had to do something to vent my energy, right?”

“Don’t you still have those perverted dolls of yours?”

He Chu San leaned down, pressed his head against his chest, and while playing with a sensitive tip, sighed, “I was teasing you just now. I haven’t fucked them; I usually just use props to play with them. I tried it before, but as soon as I went in, I went soft. Thinking they were fake made me feel bad.”

Xia Liu Yi turned over and held him tightly, “You silly boy, you spent over ten years like this? You could hold back?”

“What about you? How did you spend your time?”

Xia Liu Yi leaned into his ear and whispered a few words. He Chu San’s breathing turned rough; he immediately flipped over, pinned him beneath him, and lifted his two legs onto his shoulders.

“Fuck, did you apply Indian miracle oil? You’re coming again?”

Elio’s notes: Topical oils or sprays marketed to enhance male sexual performance. This was a teasing remark from Liu Yi about Chu San’s unnatural stamina, not a serious question.

He Chu San panted with excitement and laughed, “What? Is Big Brother Xia getting old, can’t you take it after only two rounds?”

Big Brother Xia raised an eyebrow, wrapped his arms around his neck, and laughed, “Elite He, have you never heard the old saying, ‘There are no worn-out fields, only oxen that die of exhaustion’? You’d better have the guts to fuck me unconscious today, otherwise, watch out for your own essence being destroyed and your life ruined.”

He Chu San smiled as he kissed the corners of his lips, “Then let’s see who laughs until the end?” He said, and thrust his waist forward with effort.

“Uh-ah—!”

The moans in the bedroom lasted all night. When the sky turned cold and bright, suddenly there was a earth-shattering crash, and even the floorboards trembled. The coconut-shell bobblehead doll placed on the living room coffee table vibrated with it, the little stick that was sticking up swaying fiercely up and down.

He Chu San was covered in sweat, and with quite slow movements, he climbed up from the collapsed mattress. Xia Liu Yi was still sprawled in the deep, sunken pit beneath him, screaming incessantly with a voice as raspy as sandpaper, “My waist, my waist, it’s cramping, ah-ah! Why aren’t you pulling me up quickly!”

He Chu San had worked hard at plowing all night and was nearly exhausted to the point of collapse; he never expected that he would have the ability to collapse the bed. Holding his own waist, he crawled over and tried hard to pull Xia Liu Yi, “Wait, wait a moment, don’t be in such a hurry…” He pulled several times but couldn’t pull Xia Liu Yi out.

“Fuck, hurry up!” Xia Liu Yi’s vision went black from the cramps, “Were your bullet muscles drawn on?!”

“Cough, how did you know… they don’t look very obvious, just, just brushed a bit of powder…”

“Best—Actor—He—!!!”

Spring Radiance, END.

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