Futile Devices Scans

Xia Liu Yi made sure he had greeted and thanked every single one of He Chu San’s friends. Then, holding He Chu San’s hand, he went over to exchange a few pleasantries with Xin Xin and her family, as well as Mr. He and Mrs. Wu, who were selecting food at the buffet table. Xin Xin’s little daughter hid behind her mother’s legs, peeking shyly at him. Xia Liu Yi bent down, scooped her up, and spun her around in place. “The little angel is flying!”

The little angel burst into giggles midair, her fluffy wings fluttering up and down in the breeze. Instantly, she lost all her shyness and squealed, “MORE! MORE!”

Xia Liu Yi understood the word and spun her around twice more, making the child laugh uncontrollably. “Uncle-in-Law!” she called happily.

Xia Liu Yi set her down and picked a small flower, tucking it into her flower crown. “It’s Summer. He’s Sam, and I’m Summer.”

Then he leaned close to Xin Xin’s ear and quietly instructed her about something. Xin Xin nodded with a smile. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of everything! Go on, hurry!”

Taking He Chu San’s hand again, Xia Liu Yi led him forward, gradually leaving the lively crowd behind until they reached the edge of the garden. Beyond the fence, green shade stretched into a sandy beach, extending toward the distant blue sea and sky. Seagulls soared freely, and the sound of waves carried the scent of the tide.

His hand was warm and firm, gripping He Chu San’s tightly. His back was straight, his waist slim, his legs long, and his pert, rounded backside made He Chu San swallow unconsciously. “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 a long stride, he easily vaulted over the fence and out of the garden. Glancing back at the bustling crowd, he flashed a sly smile and pulled He Chu San over the fence as well.

The two of them followed a small path toward the car parked by the roadside—first jogging, then gradually breaking into a full sprint together, as if eloping in secret, before diving into the car.

After closing the door, they looked at each other, both slightly out of breath. Xia Liu Yi, seated in the passenger seat, made the first move—pressing He Chu San down against the seat and planting a firm kiss on him. “Hurry and drive home!”

But He Chu San hesitated. “Let’s go to the hospital first—I invited a doctor from the U.S., he said your right hand…”

His words were cut off as Xia Liu Yi bit them away—kissing him again hard, even biting down on his lips.

“Damn brat, are you trying to suffocate me? Say one more word and I’ll strip you naked right here in the car and ride you myself! Of all days, you had to pick today to see a doctor? Do you still want that lunchbox?”

He Chu San immediately fastened his seatbelt and gripped the steering wheel. “Yes!!!”

The car jolted like a beast coming alive, then sped off down the road toward their “lunchbox.”

From the moment they stepped out of the car and into the elevator, they were locked in a fierce kiss. Xia Liu Yi, even more impatient, began stripping off He Chu San’s coat, like parched land more desperate than the plowing ox.

The elevator stopped midway. An elderly woman about to enter let out a startled scream. Xia Liu Yi snapped back to his senses from the kiss, turned to shield He Chu San’s face, and asked, “Up or down?”

“D-down,” the woman stammered.

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

The doors shut. He turned back to look at He Chu San, whose face was flushed red, and laughed. “You’ve got such thick skin—still shy?”

He Chu San didn’t bother explaining that it wasn’t embarrassment but the redness from being kissed; he simply lunged forward and kissed him again. Their bodies collided against the elevator wall, causing the old lift to sway. Only then did Xia Liu Yi come back to his senses. Looking at the doors as they opened again, he realized this was a familiar floor—He Chu San’s old one-bedroom apartment in Tsim Sha Tsui.

It was hard to imagine that a leading figure worth billions still lived in an ordinary apartment building over thirty years old.

Xia Liu Yi stepped out in surprise, looking around. The entire hallway had been repainted. Where there had once been two households, both sides now had newly replaced doors, each adorned with identical bright red “double happiness” characters.

He Chu San placed a key into his hand. Xia Liu Yi, familiar with the place, walked straight to the door he had known years ago, unlocked it, and gently pushed it open.

Inside, the apartment had been renovated. All four walls were covered with new materials he didn’t recognize. The bulky old television had been replaced with a thin flat screen. The sofa, cabinets, and other furniture had all been changed, yet their arrangement remained almost exactly the same as before. On the living room wall hung Xiao Man’s album poster. The newly replaced window glass still bore the New Year paper cuttings made by Mr. He. On the coffee table sat the old coconut-shell bobblehead doll with its little protruding stick, and beside it, a vase filled with lollipops.

Xia Liu Yi reached out and touched Xiao Man’s smiling face on the poster, then slowly walked into the bedroom. The narrow old wardrobe from years ago was still there. He opened it and saw his clothes from more than a decade ago, all neatly hung inside. He touched them—clearly, they had been regularly maintained, still looking as good as new.

Xia Liu Yi’s eyes reddened instantly. At that moment, He Chu San came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him.

“Mr. Elite, after all these years, you’re still living in this rundown apartment?” Xia Liu Yi said hoarsely.

He Chu San pressed his face against the back of his neck. “In those early years, you wouldn’t respond to me. I was afraid you might ignore me for twenty years. I feared that one day when you got out, you might regret it, want to find me, and not be able to. So I bought this place and kept living here. Every night when I came home, it felt like you were still here.”

Xia Liu Yi turned and held him tightly. No words could fully express the pain he felt in that moment. He kissed He Chu San devoutly—kissing the faintly trembling corners of his eyes, kissing his quivering lips. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I made you wait too long.”

He Chu San broke into tears. A man of thirty-nine, crying like a child.

They held each other as they fell onto the bed, wrapped in bright red bedding—the color of blood and fire from the years they had endured. He Chu San had been smiling all day, radiating happiness, but now he buried his face in Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder and sobbed as if trying to release all the grievances he had carried for so many years. As he cried, he bit down hard on Xia Liu Yi’s neck, drawing blood.

“I hate you so much. Those years, every night I lay on this bed thinking about how I could kill you—bite by bite, eat your flesh, drink your blood… I hate myself even more. Why didn’t I stay when you told me not to leave? If I had stayed back then, if I…”

“Shh, shh,” Xia Liu Yi murmured, tears still streaking his face as he gently stroked him. “It’s all in the past, all in the past. I’m here now—we’ll never be apart again.”

Choking with emotion, He Chu San lightly licked the bloody bite mark he himself had made. “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t. Not as much as my heart aches for you.”

Through his tears, He Chu San smiled. “Brother Liu Yi knows how to say sweet words now.”

“Didn’t I always?” Xia Liu Yi kissed him again, soft and tender. “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.”

“Alright, then we’ll sleep.”

“Aren’t you… holding it in?”

“I want to sleep with you too,” Xia Liu Yi said, moving to draw the curtains. But He Chu San stopped him and pressed a button by the bedside—the curtains closed automatically.

It was noon, the sun blazing brightly outside beneath a clear sky. Yet inside, the two of them held each other and fell into a deep sleep. He Chu San had been too tense and excited to rest for several days; now, after more than a decade, his tightly strung nerves finally relaxed, and his eyelids grew heavy. Half-asleep, he clung to Xia Liu Yi’s fingers, murmuring stickily, “Don’t leave until I wake up. Even if you go to the bathroom, wake me up so I can go with you.”

Xia Liu Yi kissed him again. “Alright. I’ll never leave.”

The sleep was warm and long. After a long while, Xia Liu Yi woke, only to find himself in complete darkness.

He instantly became alert, instinctively trying to remove the blindfold from his face—only to realize his hands and feet were locked to the bed, stretched into a spread-eagle shape, even his neck encircled by a collar. When he struggled, chains clattered loudly. His entire body bristled—he seemed to have been stripped bare, wearing only a pair of underwear.

“A’San? A’San?” he called quickly.

A low chuckle sounded by his ear—He Chu San’s voice. “I said I’d chain you for a lifetime—do you remember? When you get out, I’ll lock you to my side with a dog chain, lock you until eighty, a hundred—even in death, we’ll be chained together.”

The moment he heard his voice, Xia Liu Yi relaxed. Realizing He Chu San had slipped into full “actor mode,” he let out a helpless inward sigh: fine, if he wanted to act, he’d play along.

He went compliant. Instead, He Chu San grew dissatisfied, grabbing him sharply. “Say something.”

Xia Liu Yi couldn’t help but curl his lips. “Say what?”

“Tell me to let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go. I want to be chained to your bed for a lifetime—until eighty, until a hundred, until I die.”

A suppressed, heavy breath sounded near his ear. A solid weight pressed down on him as He Chu San panted, “Brother Liu Yi, are you doing this on purpose?”

Xia Liu Yi turned his head and teasingly blew a breath toward his face.

He Chu San let out a nasal sound mixed with restraint and irritation. His palm slid down Xia Liu Yi’s naked skin, disappearing between their overlapping abdomens as he maliciously rubbed and toyed with him. Xia Liu Yi immediately let out restrained gasps as well. It was as though the one-and-only fingerprints in the world had unlocked a switch inside him—his body flushed red, his waist and hips unable to stop swaying as his lower body instinctively rubbed against He Chu San’s hard heat.

He could feel He Chu San kneeling over him, warmly kissing his Adam’s apple, wetly licking along his collarbone, cruelly biting and sucking at his little tip. That soft little protrusion, utterly mismatched with its owner’s outward style, quickly reddened and swelled. This spot was Xia Liu Yi’s most sensitive area. He twisted even more violently, chains clanging loudly. The long-parched field itched from dryness, and he could not help spreading his legs to clamp around He Chu San’s waist as he panted urgently, “Hurry… you little bastard…”

He heard He Chu San’s wicked chuckle. “Not that fast. This is punishment for those one thousand four hundred and eighty-two days you ignored me. I remember every single day.”

His underwear was slowly pulled down. His erection sprang free and was taken into warm lips, sucked and played with. Xia Liu Yi stretched his limbs unbearably, chains clattering once more. Yet just as climax approached, his opening, already trembling and contracting, was cruelly blocked. He felt something icy slowly probing into the slit.

“Ah, ah!” he cried out involuntarily.

“Shh, be good,” He Chu San coaxed.

“What is that… ah, gentler, it hurts…” Xia Liu Yi frowned, turning his face and rubbing the blindfold hard against the pillow, trying to see what exactly it was. But He Chu San viciously pinched his nipple again, earning a muffled groan from him. His little tip was pinched and kneaded until it became crimson and luscious, as though water might drip from it at any moment. He arched his body unbearably, no longer caring about the slight pain between his legs.

He Chu San carefully and cautiously pushed the sounding rod all the way inside. Xia Liu Yi trembled painfully and struck him once with his knee. He Chu San simply seized the knee and spread his legs farther apart. His back entrance tightened as a cylindrical object like a syringe pushed inside, cold liquid being squeezed into his body.

“Fuck,” Xia Liu Yi finally cursed aloud. “What the hell are you doing… ah…”

He Chu San’s wicked laughter would not stop. “Hehehehe, I’ve imagined this day for so long. I have to say, the feeling of finally achieving my wish is absolutely wonderful. Do you know how beautiful you look like this? I practically want to brand a seal right here on you.” As he spoke, he stroked the edge of Xia Liu Yi’s back entrance. The syringe was still lodged inside him, with a little transparent fluid spilling out around it, the area so sensitive it seemed ready to erupt at the slightest touch.

“You little bastard, hah—ah!” Xia Liu Yi twisted his hips unbearably against the bedsheets. By now he had guessed what He Chu San had injected into him—the inside of him was already itching maddeningly fast!

“You dare use this kind of stuff on me, hurry and take it out… ah!”

He Chu San turned a deaf ear and instead smiled as he kissed his reddened ear. “Don’t call me little bastard. Call me husband.”

“Husband my ass,” Xia Liu Yi turned his head back, face flushed red as he cursed. “I think you’ve turned into a middle-aged pervert, hah-ah, if you’re going to fuck me then just do it already, stop all this nonsense… ah—! You’re still, you’re still pushing more in!”

An entire syringe filled with aphrodisiac lubricant was forced into his body. His ass felt numb and unbearably itchy, his whole body scorching as if being roasted by fire. His erection stood high and rigid, yet the sounding rod blocking his urethra gave him no release at all.

That middle-aged pervert fox king only became more outrageous, grinning as he whispered beside Xia Liu Yi’s ear, “Didn’t you want to know what the doll was? Let me show you how I survived all these years.”

He Chu San climbed off him. Very soon, the blindfold over Xia Liu Yi’s eyes was removed. Sweat covered his forehead as he hazily looked to the side—and saw a life-sized doll lying beside him. He Chu San grabbed the doll’s chin and turned it toward him. The silicone face had the exact same brows and expression as his younger self; even the slight upward curve of the thin lips had been imitated perfectly.

It was far too eerie! Goosebumps instantly covered Xia Liu Yi’s skin. “Take it away, take it away!”

“Why take it away?” He Chu San revealed a completely perverted smile. “Weren’t you unwilling to see me? Then I just played with it instead. Oh, actually this one isn’t the first ‘it.’ The first one didn’t really look like you, and the quality wasn’t very good either. I played with it for a few years until it broke, then replaced it twice after that. This current one looks the most like you. Do you know what I’ve done to them all these years? I can demonstrate the movements for you.”

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

“I would fuck it like this. First I’d fuck the little mouth on top, then the one below. Sometimes I tied it to the headboard, sometimes I hung it up and fucked it. See that hook on the ceiling? That’s what I used to hang it. The newest model is really advanced already. If you fuck it hard enough, it’ll cry out like this…”

He Chu San toyed with the doll up and down. At this point, right in front of Xia Liu Yi, he smilingly slid his fingers into the doll’s soft back entrance, stirring wetly inside while making sure Xia Liu Yi could hear the sticky sounds, before thrusting deeply all the way in.

“Hus-band, hurry up and fuck me,” the doll suddenly moaned.

“……” Xia Liu Yi.

That sounded exactly like his own voice.

“I recorded what you said during visitation and edited it,” He Chu San said with a smile. “There’s more.”

He adjusted it again—

“Husband… I’m so itchy… faster…”

At last, Xia Liu Yi snapped, yanking at the chains. “Ah—He Chu San! I know you’ve been pent up so long you’ve turned perverse! It’s my fault, all my fault! Stop playing with that thing and throw it out! Just come and take me instead—I really can’t take it anymore!”

“No,” his perverse husband replied calmly. “I want you to lie there and watch me use it.”

“Don’t you dare!” Xia Liu Yi roared. “If you touch anything that isn’t me—I’ll skin you alive!”

He Chu San burst into laughter, clearly delighted by the possessiveness in that outburst. Tossing the doll aside, he lunged back onto him. “Really?”

Xia Liu Yi panted heavily, every inch of his body burning, every nerve crying out. “I’ll skin you, pull your tendons, cut you apart…”

“Heh, nowadays there are all kinds of preservation technologies—you can keep it as fresh as ever.”

“Cut the crap and hurry up and fuck me!” Xia Liu Yi’s eyes were already reddening with urgency.

He Chu San pulled out the syringe, spread apart his firm buttocks, and thrust into him in one motion. Pierced through instantly by the scorching hardness, Xia Liu Yi shut his eyes, his entire body trembling violently—reaching climax in that very instant! The metal rod sealed his release, the heated fluid unable to escape, flowing back and driving him into a torment that was both painful and unbearably exhilarating! He growled in broken bursts, his hips quivering uncontrollably, his consciousness scattering like fireworks exploding through his nerves…

The dry climax lasted a long time—so long that his mind drifted away, unresponsive to He Chu San’s repeated calls.

He Chu San stopped, watching him carefully. After a while, Xia Liu Yi finally ceased trembling, releasing a soft, relieved breath through his nose.

He Chu San knew that meant he had been overwhelmed with pleasure, but still reached out to touch his face. “Are you alright?”

Slowly opening his eyes, Xia Liu Yi looked at him—like a satiated yet exhausted great cat. Turning his head, he rubbed his sweat-damp cheek against He Chu San’s palm and said hoarsely, “Don’t use that stuff again… I only wanted you…”

But then he frowned. “Damn it! Still so itchy—hurry up, fuck me harder… ah—!”

He buried his face into He Chu San’s palm, moaning loudly without restraint. The scorching heat filled him completely, flooding every empty space, like parched land finally soaked by water. In that moment, all those wild, feverish dreams from countless nights of separation became reality. He lifted his legs, wrapping them around He Chu San’s strong, slender waist, the swelling intensity inside him forcing tears from his eyes.

The chains clinked as he struggled, gasping under the relentless rhythm. “A’San… ah, A’San, release my hands—I want to hold you…”

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

“What punishment… ah—ah—so good, right there… ah… then at least let me—let me release… ah…”

“Call me husband. If you say it, I’ll let you release.”

“Damn you… ah…”

Xia Liu Yi’s face flushed deep red under the overwhelming sensation, unable to say it outright. Softening his tone, he coaxed, “Mr. He, be kind—let me go.”

“No. My wife isn’t obedient.”

“Who’s your wife… mm—ah… I’m your husband—if anything, you should call me first…”

He Chu San complied smoothly, saying it with perfect ease, “Husband. Liu Yi, be good—say, ‘Husband San San, I’m so itchy, go faster.’”

Xia Liu Yi kicked his legs in frustration. He Chu San drove deeper, thrusting hard again and again, stirring him until his core throbbed and his waist went weak. Gripping the chains at his wrists, he cried out in embarrassment, “Husband! Husband! Is that enough?!”

“That’s not very passionate.”

“You knew from the start I’m not passionate!” Xia Liu Yi was nearly losing his mind, forced to retaliate—tightening around him, gripping hard. “Let go of your husband—I want to come… mm…”

He Chu San, who had also been holding back for too long, was caught off guard. With a hoarse groan, he lost control, driving deep and releasing. The heat inside made Xia Liu Yi gasp, thinking he would finally be allowed release—but He Chu San proved far more merciless. Even as he finished, he pinched at him deliberately, refusing to let him reach release.

“Damn brat…” Xia Liu Yi slumped weakly, pressing toward his touch. His chest rose and fell, firm muscles shifting under He Chu San’s hands.

He Chu San moved over him, guiding him into another position.

“Bread with sausage, remember? Do it yourself. Eat faster—make it hard.”

“If you don’t release my hands, how am I supposed to do it?” Xia Liu Yi glared.

He Chu San took out a remote from the bedside table and pressed a button. With a mechanical sound, the chains loosened slightly. Xia Liu Yi shot him another glare, then brought his hands to his chest, pressing inward before lowering his head slightly. “After this, let me come.”

“I never said that,” He Chu San replied, smiling down at him. “If you dare bite me, I won’t let you come for life.”

Before he could react, He Chu San pulled him forward abruptly.

Caught off guard, Xia Liu Yi struck him in protest. He Chu San retaliated, and soon his breathing grew uneven, unable to suppress the sounds escaping him.

At last, before pushing him too far, He Chu San withdrew and pulled him to his feet, making him stand against the wall.

Xia Liu Yi turned his head, breathing hard, his body still trembling. He felt movement against the wall behind him, curiosity rising—but suddenly, the blindfold was placed over his eyes again.

“What are you doing?” Xia Liu Yi muttered. “At your age, you’re still this playful.”

From around the room came the sound of gears turning—creaking and clicking—transforming the small bedroom into something like a hidden mechanism chamber.

“Heh, a man of forty is in his prime,” He Chu San chuckled softly by his ear. “Your man is thirty-nine—right at the age of being fierce as a wolf and tiger. Want to feel my bullet muscles? I can go at you for three hours straight without rest.”

Xia Liu Yi actually reached out to touch, laughing as he did so. “Been working out at the gym? Must’ve been ‘worked’ pretty hard, huh?”

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.”

Even though he knew this “worked” wasn’t the same as the other, He Chu San still felt the jab hit home. Annoyed, he bit lightly at Xia Liu Yi’s neck and, reclaiming his dignity as a husband, ordered, “Lift your leg.”

Xia Liu Yi raised one leg over his waist, but He Chu San gave his backside another squeeze. “The other leg too.”

“I’m heavy—can you handle it?”

“Get on and you’ll see.”

Blindfolded and unable to see, Xia Liu Yi wrapped his arms around his neck and cautiously jumped up, straddling him completely. He Chu San supported him firmly with both arms under his hips.

Only then did Xia Liu Yi realize, laughing as he clung to him. “So this is the ‘lunchbox’? Eating while being carried?”

“That’s right.”

“Damn, I’ve been thinking about it for years and never figured it out—haha, isn’t this just 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.

“What ‘Carnal…’” He Chu San frowned. “Back in the Walled City, did you frequent brothels? You’ve played this before?”

“I ran brothels myself, okay?” Xia Liu Yi laughed loudly. Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve seen pigs run!

Before he could finish laughing, he suddenly stiffened, clutching tightly onto He Chu San, reduced to breathless sounds.

Damn—it truly lived up to the name Carnal Prayer Mat. That was his immediate thought.

Nearly all his weight hung from He Chu San’s arms and his own thighs, every movement concentrated where they were joined. The force was intense, overwhelming, leaving him no room for jokes. Throwing his head back, his voice turned hoarse as his entire body tensed in waves.

Soon, he was left weak and trembling, his focus entirely consumed. His grip loosened as he gasped, “A’San… too deep… too—ah—”

“Did I hit the spot that makes you itch the most?” He Chu San panted.

“You did—ah… wait, wait—I can’t hold on—”

He Chu San pressed something on the wall. Suddenly, the chains tightened, lifting Xia Liu Yi upward, suspending him.

Damn it—this guy had planned everything.

With part of the weight lifted, He Chu San struck again. The motion forced Xia Liu Yi back against the wall, every movement intensifying the sensation. He gasped hoarsely, “No… too deep…”

“Deep is good,” He Chu San replied, continuing relentlessly before slowing slightly, teasing him with controlled rhythm.

Xia Liu Yi was driven to the brink, his senses overwhelmed. The clash of sensation and emotion sent him drifting, until through the haze came He Chu San’s low, magnetic voice: “Brother Liu Yi, I’m going to give it to you—take it well.”

Xia Liu Yi wrapped his arms around him, biting into his neck before softening into a kiss, surrendering completely. The warmth filled him, merging them into one.

He trembled against He Chu San’s shoulder, overwhelmed.

Afterward, he leaned weakly against the wall, breathing heavily, voice hoarse, body still trembling.

He Chu San removed the restraints from his wrists and ankles, carrying him back to the bed. A faint trace of moonlight filtered through the curtains—it was already late at night. He opened them, letting the soft glow fall over Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-soaked body.

His gaze softened.

Xia Liu Yi was darker and leaner than before prison, but still strong and well-built. The old scars across his body had faded with time, like weathered totems. His features remained handsome, though fine lines now traced the corners of his eyes. He Chu San bent down and kissed those marks left by time.

Xia Liu Yi lifted his head and kissed him back, hands tracing the scars on his body—marks from years past. He Chu San, well-maintained, looked almost unchanged, even more refined. His physique, once hidden beneath clothes, was now clearly defined—firm, sculpted muscle beneath his skin.

Xia Liu Yi laughed softly. “You’ve gotten this solid?”

“When I had nothing to do… no one to warm my bed at night… I had to find ways to burn off energy.”

“What about those perverted dolls of yours?”

He Chu San rested his head against his chest, idly playing with him as he sighed. “I was teasing you earlier. I never actually used them. Just props, mostly. I tried once—but the moment I realized it wasn’t real, I couldn’t continue.”

Xia Liu Yi turned and hugged him tightly. “Fool… you lived like this all these years? You could endure it?”

“What about you? How did you endure it?”

Xia Liu Yi whispered something into his ear. He Chu San’s breathing grew heavier; in the next moment, he flipped him over.

“Damn, did you use Indian miracle oil? 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 laughed, breath uneven. “What? Boss Xia getting old? Only two rounds and you’re already done?”

Xia Liu Yi raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around him with a grin. “Elite He, haven’t you heard the saying: ‘No field gets worn out, only the ox dies from exhaustion’? If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and wear me out—otherwise, be careful you don’t collapse first.”

He Chu San smiled and kissed the corner of his lips. “Then let’s see who lasts till the end.”

With that, he moved again.

“Ah—!”

The sounds continued throughout the night.

At dawn, a loud crash shook the room—the floor trembling beneath it. The coconut-shell bobblehead doll on the coffee table rattled, its little protruding stick wobbling wildly.

Sweat-soaked, He Chu San slowly climbed up from the collapsed bed. Xia Liu Yi lay beneath him in the sunken wreck, groaning hoarsely, “My back—my back’s cramping—ah! Hurry up and pull me up!”

After a night of exertion, He Chu San was utterly exhausted. He never expected to collapse the bed. Supporting his own aching waist, he struggled to pull Xia Liu Yi up. “Wait—just wait—don’t rush…”

After several tries, he still couldn’t pull him out.

“Damn it, hurry up!” Xia Liu Yi groaned. “Are your bullet muscles just for show?!”

He Chu San coughed lightly. “How did you know…? They didn’t look obvious enough, so I… added a bit of powder…”

“He—Chu—San—!!!”

Spring Radiance, END.

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