Resting one arm along the back of his chair, Xue Bao Tian watched Zhang Chi with obvious amusement. The man’s tightly clenched jaw and bulging veins were a feast better than any wine. Staring at the steadily swelling heat beneath the table, he drained the strong liquor from his glass.
“How does it feel? If it’s not stimulating enough, I’ll give you both little lambs.” Xue Bao Tian smiled as he suggested it, then shot a look toward the man he had pushed away earlier. “Call him Brother Chi. Let Brother Chi take good care of you.”
That soft, coquettish “Brother Chi” yanked Zhang Chi out of his stunned daze. He hurriedly shoved the person in front of him away, using too much force in his panic and causing quite a commotion.
Huang Song had been watching their side the whole time. Seeing that neither Xue Bao Tian nor Zhang Chi had kept anyone beside them, his expression darkened slightly. Rubbing the head resting against his leg, he put on a smile and asked, “Young Master, is the service not satisfactory? Shall I switch someone else in?”
Xue Bao Tian glanced at the damp patch soaking through Zhang Chi’s underwear, then calmly refilled his own glass. He drank slowly, expression indifferent. Only after draining the cup did he lazily answer, “Switch to a woman.”
“Two Hundred,” Zhang Chi warned in a low voice, “you’ve had too much to drink.”
Stretching an arm over Zhang Chi’s shoulder, Xue Bao Tian pulled him closer until their cheeks touched, then whispered beside his ear, “Relax. Master Xue knows what he’s doing.” Pinching the thick shoulder teasingly, he drawled with lifted eyes, “Don’t be jealous. It’s all just acting for the occasion. Master Xue loves you most.”
When he leaned back again, the woman had already arrived. Stunning face, graceful figure—an absolute temptress.
Holding a cigarette between his lips, Xue Bao Tian did not let Zhang Chi light it for him for the first time that night. Instead, he borrowed the woman’s flame, then groped her waist like some shameless rogue. Squinting through the smoke, he laughed decadently. “Not bad. Soft enough.”
Delight flickered through Huang Song’s eyes. He pressed hard against the head in his lap several times and said between breaths, “I thought Young Master was into men. Seems I was mistaken again.”
While watching the beautiful woman sink gracefully to her knees, Xue Bao Tian answered carelessly, “Just trying something new once in a while. It’s not that interesting.”
The zipper slowly slid downward—but before it could reach the end, it suddenly reversed course and zipped shut again, the teeth locking tightly back together. Xue Bao Tian barely managed to regain the appearance of a fully dressed “gentleman.”
He looked up and met Zhang Chi’s eyes, hearing him say gently, “Boss, you’re drunk. I’ll take you somewhere to sober up.”
The cigarette between his lips was abruptly plucked away and crushed out without warning. The hand gripping his wrist squeezed hard enough to nearly crush bone. Xue Bao Tian had only just forced out a “Fuck—” between clenched teeth before Zhang Chi’s oppressive stare sent a chill through him.
He glared at Zhang Chi for a long moment before finally grinding out, “Fine. I’m drunk. Let’s go sober up.”
Pushing open a random door, Xue Bao Tian and Zhang Chi walked inside slowly. The moment the door clicked shut, Xue Bao Tian’s temper exploded.
“You motherfu—”
A large hand clamped over his mouth, forcing the rest of the curse back down his throat. Zhang Chi’s face looked terrible too. Unlike usual, he wasn’t indulging Xue Bao Tian’s antics. He simply coldly snapped, “Shut up.”
The room was enormous—a luxurious suite with a living room connected to a bedroom. Zhang Chi quickly scanned the layout before suddenly shoving the man in his arms into the bathroom.
Following immediately behind, he still kept one hand over Xue Bao Tian’s mouth while the other pulled a tiny device from his pocket. Twisting a switch, he set it in the corner.
The LCD screen framed the luxurious bathroom in its display. Several seconds later, a blinking red dot appeared in the upper-left corner. Comparing the screen to the actual room, Zhang Chi guided Xue Bao Tian toward a decorative painting hanging on the wall.
When no one provoked him, Zhang Chi always looked gentle. But today his mood was clearly foul. With one violent yank, he tore the painting off the wall, exposing what lay behind it.
Seeing a hidden compartment built into the wall, Xue Bao Tian momentarily forgot to struggle. Inside sat a tiny black camera no bigger than a pinky finger, positioned directly behind an almost invisible puncture hole in the painting.
Grabbing the camera, Zhang Chi ripped hard. The long connecting wire snapped instantly before he tore it apart completely and tossed the pieces into the sink.
Only then did the man look down at Xue Bao Tian still trapped in his arms and ask coldly, “Master Xue, do you want to talk now?”
Xue Bao Tian usually turned cowardly when faced with stronger pressure—especially from Zhang Chi. But today he merely raised a brow slightly, ran his tongue teasingly across the warm palm covering his mouth, and, while Zhang Chi’s expression loosened slightly, bit down viciously.
Pain shot through Zhang Chi’s hand as moisture spread between his fingers. Looking at Xue Bao Tian’s furious expression, he slowly released him, his hand sliding down to grip the pale throat instead.
“Two Hundred, do you even realize what kind of situation this is? Huang Song is obviously trying to lure you into a trap. Because you hold leverage over him, he’s trying every possible way to get leverage over you in return. You should be avoiding this, yet you practically offered yourself up. Do you know how many hidden cameras like that were in that room?”
Xue Bao Tian sneered. “And who was it that said they’d protect me? Who was it that said one trip to the Hongmen Banquet would end this once and for all? And who was the one getting all worked up the moment somebody flirted with him? Your pants were about to burst open!”
Elio’s Notes: Hongmen feast—a meeting contrived as a trap (orig. a feast held at Hongmen by Xiang Yu (项羽) for his rival Liu Bang (刘邦), at which an attempt was made on Liu’s life).
The grip around his throat loosened slightly. Zhang Chi looked away. “I… wasn’t.”
“Weren’t?” Xue Bao Tian shoved forward, pinning the suddenly guilty-looking man into the corner. “Zhang Chi, how many times have we slept together already? You think I can’t tell when you’re worked up?” He grabbed hard below the waist. “This thing’s still standing at attention. You dare say you weren’t turned on?”
“I’m not saying you can’t fool around,” Xue Bao Tian said, tightening his fingers slightly while staring at the crease forming between the man’s brows from pain. “But Zhang Chi, you’re still under Master Xue’s name right now. You live in my house, sleep with my person, and you’re still thinking about other little lambs?!”
The bathroom was small, and his words seemed to echo layer after layer in the enclosed space. Zhang Chi stayed silent for a while—then unexpectedly laughed softly.
The hand on Xue Bao Tian’s throat slid to his shoulder as Zhang Chi buried his face into the crook of his neck. His voice sounded tired and hoarse, whispering gently, “Yeah, Two Hundred. I’m still under your name. So how could you let them bully me like that?”
“What?” Xue Bao Tian stared in disbelief at Zhang Chi’s terrifying face-changing ability. “Who the hell did I let bully you?”
“Those lambs.” Pulling Xue Bao Tian tightly into his arms, Zhang Chi complained seriously and pitifully, “They scared me to death. How was I supposed to know they’d do something like that? You know I’ve got no experience. In bed or out of bed, there’s only ever been you. You never taught me this stuff. I was completely stunned.”
At first Xue Bao Tian was shocked, but after thinking about it, it actually made sense. Zhang Chi had even learned how to kiss from him—why would he know any of these tricks?
His anger faded, replaced by a grin. “Sorry. I forgot you’re a fucking idiot.”
Zhang Chi treated it like an affectionate nickname and didn’t argue. He kissed Xue Bao Tian instead, voice deep and soft. “And you didn’t protect me either. You even let another one come over and scare me too.”
Xue Bao Tian’s temper had unexpectedly improved by then. Letting Zhang Chi peck kisses over him again and again, he closed his eyes and laughed quietly. “Exciting?”
The arms around his waist tightened further. Zhang Chi pried open Xue Bao Tian’s teeth and delivered his complaint straight into his mouth. “Why didn’t Master Xue ever teach me that?”
Zhang Chi’s attack shifted from gentle to savage. Unable to keep up and thoroughly annoyed, Xue Bao Tian grabbed the man’s cheeks with both hands and shoved him away hard, panting heavily several times.
Wiping the moisture from his lips, Xue Bao Tian pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and stuck one into his mouth. Speaking lazily, he said, “Teach you? I’m already annoyed enough by you as it is. I don’t need you serving me like that.”
One hand cupped around the flame as a lighter appeared before him. Xue Bao Tian froze mid-motion.
Slowly raising his head to look at Zhang Chi, he asked in disbelief:
“You’re not seriously expecting me to service you, are you?”
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