twenty one
Love is an illusion, yet something irresistible. Like the moon's reflection in water, a flower in the mist—knowing it's impossible, yet still wanting to hold onto the other person tightly. Si Qiang knew that from this moment on, he would be the world's most miserly hoarder, clutching his most cherished treasure tightly in his hands, never letting go until death. No one could take this person away.
His mind, already somewhat clouded, was hazy with these thoughts, yet his hands moved with practiced ease. His slender fingers moved swiftly and deliberately between Xu Qi's legs, unbuttoning his trousers. He quickly pulled down the zipper, his hand eagerly covering the already aroused area, tracing its shape through the underwear—as firm and straight as he had imagined, perfectly matching the man's handsome features. The touch was slightly damp; it was the pre-ejaculate from the tip, soaking the cotton fabric.
“It’s already…wet…” From Si Qiang’s pink lips came explicit words that were inconsistent with his elegant appearance, yet strangely, they did not feel obscene at all.
"Hmm..." Xu Qi bit her lower lip tightly, but couldn't suppress the muffled groan coming from her nose. Her hands, which were tied behind her back, pushed Si Qiang upwards, but she couldn't exert any force at all.
This child…when did she go astray? She can even say such things! Xu Qi absolutely had no penchant for rambling in bed, and disliked the other person being talkative, so he hadn't heard many lewd or obscene words. Si Qiang, however, had grown up in that chaotic environment, so such words were definitely familiar to her. Coupled with her already aroused feelings, she almost instinctively chose these shameful phrases to make the other person sink deeper into the sea of desire.
Enraged and ashamed, Xu Qi struggled even more fiercely, pushing away with both hands.
"Mmm..." Si Qiang suddenly raised her waist slightly, her voice sounding like she was suppressing something, "Please... don't move anymore..."
Xu Qi was taken aback. He turned around and glanced at the other man, only to find that the man's eyes were half-closed, his delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and his petal-like lips were slightly parted. His hot breath was constantly spraying on the back of Xu Qi's neck, clearly he was not able to bear it.
Xu Qi felt as if his hands were faintly touching the man's bulging crotch, and the heat from his fingertips made him tremble.
The situation was probably not good—and not just for himself. Xu Qi was certain that Si Qiang needed comforting, which would at least alleviate the current situation slightly. However, the fact that his hands were tied gave Xu Qi an unprecedented sense of crisis, because the other party clearly intended to solve the problem with anything other than his hands. In fact, the next second after this realization, Xu Qi felt a chill on his lower body as his pants were pulled down, along with his underwear.
"Ah..." he let out a short moan and immediately moved to the other side of the bed, trying to avoid exposing his private parts, which he had never seen before, to the man's eyes. Unfortunately, he was startled by the fingers that suddenly touched his buttocks, causing his waist to jerk, which made him completely under the man's control—his waist was held tightly, and he could not move at all.
Damn it! Before today, he never knew that the difference in strength between himself and this child was so great! Even if it was a professional relationship, the other party should indeed have the advantage over him, but how could such a slender body possess such abnormal explosive power? Xu Qi vaguely realized that he seemed to have been unaware of an important issue: beneath Si Qiang's gentle appearance, she was not as mild and harmless as he thought.
Si Qiang stared intently at the man's bare buttocks, her eyes revealing a desire that sent shivers down Xu Qi's spine. The round, narrow, and pert mounds connected so naturally to the concave, tight waistline above, stretching out in a breathtakingly beautiful arc. The honey-colored, smooth skin shimmered with an intoxicating luster, and the slit between the taut mounds was particularly alluring.
His right hand continued to grip her narrow waist, while his left hand gently pressed against her upper buttocks. She reflexively recoiled, and his soothing caresses only intensified her reaction. Taking advantage of the weakening grip on her waist, she began to struggle, raising her hips, seemingly about to escape his control. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his left hand reached around to the front, grabbing the still-erect penis and squeezing it hard.
"Ah!" Xu Qi cried out in pain, his waist went limp, and he fell heavily back onto the bed.
Before he could even utter a rebuke, his buttocks were completely covered by a pair of hands, which kneaded and squeezed them vigorously, like dough.
Si Qiang was captivated by the firm and elastic flesh of the buttocks in her palm, kneading and playing with it without realizing that this behavior was tantamount to obscenity.
This lewd touching made Xu Qi both angry and ashamed. His buttocks were numb from being rubbed, but what terrified him even more was that his body was almost perversely enjoying this rubbing, and even becoming more excited because of it—his engorged and hardened lower body was proof of this.
Si Qiang parted her buttocks, revealing her hidden private parts. The tightly closed vulva was a beautiful pinkish-white, quite different from the image Xu Qi projected. Si Qiang felt her breath catch in her throat.
"So beautiful..." Si Qiang murmured involuntarily, extending her index finger to gently rub the folds.
Xu Qi's mouth reflexively tightened, and he was both shocked and angry: "Rose! Do you know what you're doing?"
Only then did he truly feel a strong sense of crisis. Realizing the other man was currently under the influence of the drug, he understood that tonight might be... mortally dangerous. He stared intently at the man, trying to convey his rejection.
That one word, "Rose," was like a bucket of cold water poured over Si Qiang's feverish forehead. He shuddered, and his eyes instantly regained their clarity.
He stared intently at the man beneath him, and the shock, anger, and rejection in the man's eyes chilled his burning heart. He slapped himself across the face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Xu." He silently untied the belt binding the other man and rolled off him.
Xu Qi was stunned; the man's sudden stop caught him off guard. However, Si Qiang's once fair face was now red and swollen, and the bruises around her mouth only added to her distress.
Wait, why are there bruises? In the chaos, he hadn't noticed them at all. He immediately sat up, turned the other person's face to examine it closely, and discovered two more bruises. His expression darkened instantly: "Who hit you?"
Could it be Antonio? Considering that he dared to drug Si Qiang, the possibility is quite high. Damn it! He shouldn't have let that guy go so easily! If Si Qiang hadn't been in such a bad situation, he would have made sure that guy died before he went back! Even if it meant offending Sicily, he couldn't let that scum get away with it! Xu Qi felt a surge of hatred in his heart, but he moved even more gently, afraid of hurting Si Qiang.
He had always cherished Si Qiang in his heart. However, he always expressed it in such a businesslike way that no one could truly see what he was thinking. Now, Si Qiang's vulnerable state caused him unprecedented heartache, and he unconsciously revealed his true feelings.
Si Qiang lowered his eyes, remaining silent. Was he supposed to say, "It was your most beloved younger brother who hit me?" His heart ached, and naturally, he couldn't bring himself to speak. However, the man's hands cupping his face were so warm, causing his temporarily suppressed desires to stir again.
But not now. In Xu Qi's heart, his role hadn't shifted; that one word, "Rose," was proof enough. Si Qiang understood that as long as the other person still placed him in his original position, he could never truly possess her. He had to make her see him as a completely equal man for his love to have any hope. If he forced himself on her this time, it would only push her further away.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Xu Qi frowned. Just as he was about to ask further, he noticed that Si Qiang's body had started to tremble again. Xu Qi glanced at his bulging crotch and frowned even more. If this continued, Si Qiang was probably in real trouble.
He took a deep breath and finally made his decision. He pushed Si Qiang down, straddled her lap, placed his hands on her waist, and began to unbuckle her belt. Although he knew Si Qiang was no longer a boy, he couldn't quite process it. The feeling of his hands touching her erect penis through her pants filled him with a strange sense of guilt. He was only doing this to help her, not to commit any indecent acts—he silently warned himself, completely forgetting that this "boy" had just seemingly tried to rape him.
Si Qiang's eyes widened, and he froze completely. It wasn't until the other person unzipped his trousers that he realized what was happening. Instinctively, he grabbed the other person's wrist: "You..."
Xu Qi's wrist was grabbed, and he struggled twice, but found he couldn't break free at all. He looked up and glared at Si Qiang: "You want to just wait until dawn like this?"
"..." Si Qiang froze, unconsciously letting go as the man pulled down his underwear, freeing his already rock-hard penis, which stood erect in the air. Instantly, his already flushed face almost steamed. Being stared at by the man he loved, at a part of himself that no one had ever seen before, he instinctively felt ashamed, yet also vaguely excited—in reality, he had a severe case of emotional fastidiousness; because he loved Xu Qi, even though he was constantly hurt and struggling in the abyss of despair, he simply couldn't bear to touch anyone else.
Simply put, he is a... 22-year-old virgin.
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