Futile Devices Scans

The hotel room was only reserved until 2 a.m. When the sleepy front desk clerk handed over the key card, they glanced at the time—1:55.

The lights weren’t even turned on. The key card slipped from between fingers and fell onto the thick, soft carpet without making a sound.

Xue Bao Tian felt like he had probably gone crazy. When Zhang Chi pressed forward urgently, he actually tilted his head up naturally to meet him.

Zhang Chi wasn’t a good student. At the moment, aside from biting and nibbling, he only knew how to seize things forcefully. He especially liked gripping Xue Bao Tian’s neck with his palm, feeling the Adam’s apple rise and fall under his hand—sometimes slow, sometimes fast—and when his fingers tightened slightly, the trembling and subtle submission of his “prey.”

The sound of a belt snapping open startled the prey awake.

Xue Bao Tian grabbed at his pants immediately. Fear and panic flashed through his eyes. Zhang Chi’s kisses moved upward, finally landing on his damp lashes. “I’ll only help you, won’t do anything else.”

“You fucking said yourself—what a man says in bed can’t be trusted.”

In those slightly moist eyes, fierceness and vulnerability tangled together. As Xue Bao Tian twisted Zhang Chi’s collar, Zhang Chi finally understood why he had always been so physically drawn to this man. Normally cold, rough, arrogant, and domineering—yet in certain moments, the hidden fragility, the helplessness, even the humiliating softness he revealed… it was intoxicating and addictive.

Beneath that forced bravado now was a trembling voice and a weakening waist. He seemed to be holding himself up with effort, just to avoid falling back into Zhang Chi’s embrace.

“You’ve said more than once that what men say in bed can’t be trusted.”

Zhang Chi smiled faintly. “Then we won’t go to the bed.”

Lowering his eyes, he hid the flicker of pleasure born from dominance. He turned Xue Bao Tian around, pressing his back firmly against his chest.

“Two hundred, if you behave, I’ll only help you today—really won’t do anything else.”

“Behave your—”

The hand at his neck suddenly moved up, tilting his chin to the side. Zhang Chi kissed him from behind—gentle, yet not relaxing in the slightest.

“There’s a way to play if you’re obedient, and a way if you’re not. Master Xue, which do you choose?”

“Choose my ass!”

The kiss deepened. Zhang Chi’s tongue brushed lightly against the sensitive upper palate, and he murmured against his lips: “Which one? Hmm?”

The room fell silent for a long time. Finally, a soft murmur of compromise came: “…however you want it.”

“Good.” Zhang Chi left that soft spot, then whispered instructions against Xue Bao Tian’s ear, “Use your hands to brace against the wall. Hold yourself up.”

The metal buckle of the belt slipped free. The wool pants dropped and pooled at his feet. That dry, warm palm was like a vast desert—scorching sun and sweeping sand—reducing Xue Bao Tian to a shriveled, dying fish, about to be left to dry out.

His arms couldn’t hold any longer. Xue Bao Tian leaned forward, pressing his forehead against the wall. A little impatient, he urged, “Hurry up.”

Zhang Chi kissed the hollow of his sweat-damp neck, coaxing softly, “Two hundred, call me ‘boyfriend’ again.”

Maybe it was too overwhelming, or maybe he was already dazed—this time, Xue Bao Tian didn’t get angry. Instead, he reached back to hook his arm around Zhang Chi’s neck, rubbing his cheek against the man’s jaw like a cat. His hoarse voice carried a rare softness: “Help me… boyfriend.”

Zhang Chi almost wanted to crush him into his arms. He had been holding himself back purely on willpower, and now, with just that small tease from Xue Bao Tian, it felt like he might explode. The last thread of rationality stretched tight—one small pull and it would snap, and he could abandon restraint entirely, becoming someone who broke promises and went back on his word.

Just as his resolve wavered, the doorbell rang loudly. The harsh sound dragged them both out of that sealed-off world. Xue Bao Tian quickly let go of Zhang Chi’s arm and shoved his head back. “Get away from me.”

Zhang Chi didn’t argue. His hand moved slightly, and only after hearing the heavy breathing did he ask, “Who could it be this late?”

Xue Bao Tian looked annoyed. “How would I know? Probably room service. Ignore it.”

The doorbell rang again, followed by a knock that was neither light nor heavy. A sweet, overly sugary female voice came through the door: “Brother Xue, are you there? It’s Fei Fei.”

“Fei… Fei Fei?” Xue Bao Tian stiffened abruptly, startled. Only then did he remember—just a few hours ago, in a moment of irritation, he had casually sent a message to a woman he had previously hooked up with, asking her to come to this room.

“Fuck!” Xue Bao Tian cursed himself for being an idiot. He had actually let two “lovers” run into each other—and cross-gender at that.

Click—the room lights snapped on. Xue Bao Tian heard Zhang Chi ask again, “Who is Fei Fei?”

The strange thing about darkness was how easily it could conceal everything ugly—filth, greed, twisted desires. But once those things were exposed under bright light, they brought with them embarrassment, awkwardness, and sometimes anger and humiliation.

Xue Bao Tian was still held in Zhang Chi’s arms, his upper clothes disheveled, his lower half exposed, a sensitive place still held firmly. Pleasure or pain—everything was in another person’s control.

That wasn’t a good feeling—at least not right now. He slapped at the hand. “Let go.”

“Who is Fei Fei?” Zhang Chi didn’t move his hand. His tone remained gentle, but his pace slowed, like the calm before a storm.

Xue Bao Tian, caught in between rising and falling sensations, didn’t notice anything off. Compared to Zhang Chi’s neat appearance, he felt even more disheveled and annoyed. “She’s my girl, so what? I called her here. Since she’s here, you can get lost—this has nothing to do with you anymore.”

The room fell silent for a moment before Zhang Chi spoke again. “Two hundred, so you were flirting with me on one side, while calling someone else on the other? You call me ‘boyfriend,’ and her ‘your girl’? And now that she’s here, you want me gone?”

He bent forward, hugging Xue Bao Tian from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. His lips brushed faintly against the artery in Xue Bao Tian’s neck—unclear whether the next move would be a kiss or a bite, leaving him on edge. “You said you’d behave. And I said there are ways to play when you don’t.”

“Brother Chi!” Xue Bao Tian finally noticed the undercurrent beneath Zhang Chi’s calm. He reached back, stroking the man’s arm in a placating gesture, trying to salvage the situation. “It’s all a misunderstanding. I’ll send her away right now.”

The hotel door opened a crack. The stylishly dressed woman looked at Xue Bao Tian’s defeated expression and spoke first: “Brother Xue, sorry I’m late. When you messaged me, I was at a bar—too noisy, I didn’t hear it.”

She tried to push the door open, but failed.

“Fei Fei, go back. I’m tired. Let’s just forget it tonight.” Xue Bao Tian sounded utterly lifeless as he spoke through the crack.

“Brother, I rushed here in the middle of the night and you won’t even let me in?” The woman’s expression turned knowing. “Came late, so you found someone else? Brother, aren’t you just playing people?” She leaned against the doorframe and peered inside. “I’d like to see who stole my business.”

Xue Bao Tian, still pressed against the door, was suddenly yanked back inside. Then a tall man appeared in the woman’s line of sight. Zhang Chi nodded slightly at her. “Not stealing. It was mine to begin with.”

He reached out and closed the door, looking at her stunned expression as he said gently, “It’s cold at night—be careful on your way back.”

Bang—the door shut. By the time the woman came back to her senses and leaned against the door, all she could hear from inside was a stifled voice: “Zhang Chi, didn’t you say we wouldn’t do anything else tonight?”

“Two hundred—that was under the condition that you behaved.”

The sounds from inside made the woman shiver. She straightened up, wandered uncertainly for a moment, then hurried down the long corridor.

Turning over, Xue Bao Tian let out a groan of pain. His whole body felt like it had fallen apart—every bone aching, every inch sore. Especially a certain unspeakable part, which was making it very clear what had happened last night.

He yanked the blanket off his head. Bright sunlight stabbed into his eyes, forcing him to turn away. It took him a while to adjust.

His whole body was weak. He shifted to lean against the headboard, his throat painfully dry. There was water on the bedside cabinet, so he reached for it. But when his arm entered his line of sight, he froze, quickly lifting his wrist for a closer look.

Both wrists were marked with red bruises, stark against his pale skin. Fragments of last night’s memories flashed through his mind. He kicked off the blanket and raised his leg—sure enough, his ankles bore the same marks, even worse than his wrists.

Pulling open his robe and looking down, Xue Bao Tian couldn’t help but curse loudly. “Zhang Chi, get the hell out here!”

The room was silent. No one answered.

Looking around, there was only a note pinned under the water glass. The handwriting was crooked: “Two hundred, something urgent came up—I left first. Last night… sorry. I’ll make it up to you. Yan—(crossed out) Zhang Chi.”

His finger trembled as he pressed the voice message button. In the quiet room, Xue Bao Tian roared in fury: “Zhang Chi, if I don’t castrate you, I’ll take your surname for the rest of my life!”

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