Chapter 63 Chapter 63 Splash Dog, Come Here
"Loading."
He Songfeng's voice was neither light nor heavy, not even as loud as the noisy sound of rain outside the window, and not even as strong as the sound of the part that was tightened when he sat down.
There was not much light in the room. The two people seemed to be pressed together, but in fact, there was always a layer of gray misty blue rain between them, hiding their appearance, faces and even gender characteristics.
Dou Mingxu couldn't tell whether He Songfeng was a man or a woman. He had overcome that psychological barrier, so he naturally pinched He Songfeng's waist with both hands and began to move slowly.
He Songfeng snorted a contemptuous laugh.
Homosexual? Straight?
Holosexuality!
He Songfeng sat astride Dou Mingxu's waist, like a fried egg, hot and making crackling sounds of hot oil exploding. The chef holding the wok shook the handle hard, and the egg in the wok immediately began to spasm violently, making a gasping cry for help as it was not yet fully fried.
He Songfeng's body was shaken and he couldn't sit steadily, but despite this, his eyes were always fixed on Dou Mingxu.
Even though he was cursing, he was always observing the changes in Dou Mingxu's expression with the dim night light.
He would observe carefully every humiliation, and would stop immediately if Dou Mingxu had any negative reaction.
However, He Songfeng underestimated the degree of Dou Mingxu's perversion. Even if he burned a scar on his chest with a cigarette, the other party was still so happy that he wanted to pour out his internal organs.
He Songfeng felt relieved only when he confirmed that Dou Mingxu's body had been burned into a red-hot iron by his repeated shouts of humiliation, and was so hard that it felt like it could penetrate steel plates.
I am sure that Dou Mingxu has some quirks when it comes to sex.
He Songfeng raised his head, chuckled, kissed the cigarette holder, took a deep breath, and let out wisps of air through his nose.
He was in no hurry to move, but listened leisurely to the sound of the rain, enjoying the feeling of having the arrogant rich man who had looked down on him not long ago sitting under him.
Dou Mingxu lay on his back, still savoring the puff of smoke he had just exhaled.
But soon, Dou Mingxu became dissatisfied with He Songfeng's slowness. He hurriedly pinched He Songfeng's waist and turned his wrist forcefully.
After hearing a quick "Ah-!" sound from He Songfeng's throat, he successfully came to a more controlling position.
The palm was still pinching He Songfeng's slender waist, which was as wide as an A4 paper. He Songfeng was pinched so hard that he could hardly breathe. He took several puffs of the cigarette in his mouth before he could spit it out. There was still some foul air in his throat, which made He Songfeng's face turn red.
The stretched silver thread slowly fell down and hung on the corner of his mouth, but was quickly wiped away by He Songfeng.
The next second, a deep crescent moon grew on Dou Mingxu's wrist.
The nails were pressed against the softest part of the inside of the wrist, and he pinched it with all his strength, easily leaving a bloody moon.
Dou Mingxu suddenly let go of his hands and stopped all movements.
He raised his hand and turned it at the same time, staring at the scar on the inside of his wrist.
Under He Songfeng's gaze, she lowered her head and took it in her mouth, wrapping her hot and wet lips around the slender wound on her wrist, and licking it in circles with her tongue.
But when He Songfeng looked again, he slowly discovered that Dou Mingxu's eyes were always open while he was licking, and his gaze was fixed on He Songfeng.
It would be more accurate to say that he was fantasizing about He Songfeng rather than licking his wounds.
The long and thin wound is He Songfeng’s private part, which can be simply called a “pi”.
He Songfeng raised his hand and slapped him, clearing the mud from Dou Mingxu's eyes.
The fingers holding the cigarette pointed straight at Dou Mingxu, warning him: "Don't imagine me as something else."
He Songfeng's long hair was not gathered on his back, but extended to all sides like tentacles when Dou Mingxu turned him over.
The hair quickly turned into a fan shape like a spider web, and it was impossible to tell who was the prey trapped in the spider web. It could be He Songfeng or Dou Mingxu. The two of them were stuck together and couldn't get out of the spider web.
He Songfeng took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it to the ground.
He took a deep breath, feeling a little uncomfortable with the emptiness in his throat. He turned his head and fumbled around his legs for something.
He fumbled for a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, holding them in his left and right hands, rubbed the card, lit it skillfully and held it to his lips.
The time interval between the last cigarette and this one should not exceed thirty seconds.
He Songfeng's smoking addiction here is as strong and terrifying as his sex addiction. His empty mental state urgently needs strong stimulation to stabilize it.
The breath went straight into his lungs, warming his body and making him feel comfortable.
He Songfeng's fingers softened, and the cigarette box and lighter slipped off his shoulders easily like the straps of a tank top and rolled to his feet.
The cigarette box was so light that it made no sound when hit, and the last cigarette inside was now between He Songfeng's lips.
Dou Mingxu lifted He Songfeng's legs and placed them under his elbows.
He Songfeng was still kissing the cigarette, not in a hurry to exhale it. When he breathed through his nose, he saw the expectation in Dou Mingxu's eyes.
Dou Mingxu hoped that He Songfeng would spit the cigarette into his throat like he did just now and use him as an ashtray.
"Did you know?"
"Know what?"
He Songfeng coughed up a hoarse laugh. He bit the cigarette, his hands suspended between him and Dou Mingxu, gesturing the size difference between the two men.
"You're older than Samuel."
As he spoke, He Songfeng sat up, sat in Dou Mingxu's arms, and pushed his body forward. The dominant position that Dou Mingxu had finally seized was easily returned to He Songfeng.
He Songfeng treated him like a horse and a dog.
His lowered hand pinched Dou Mingxu's arm, holding it tightly as if it were an armrest.
The cigarette in his mouth quickly burned down to only one puff, and He Songfeng felt a little regretful and reluctant.
But in the end, he decided to inhale all the way in at once. The hot gas burned He Songfeng like magma, causing him to spasm and ache from inside to outside of his body. His throat felt like it was burned off, and all his breath was strangled and blocked here, and he eventually died in the one-way street.
This kind of pain is so pleasurable that one almost forgets all emotions, leaving only one word: pleasurable.
He Songfeng decided to share this pleasure with Dou Mingxu.
He threw away the extinguished cigarette and pinched Dou Mingxu's neck with both hands. The muscles in his arms were tense, and the meridians on his skin bulged like leaf veins. All ten fingers found their place on Dou Mingxu's neck, pinching out circles of depressions like holes in the flesh.
Dou Mingxu was pinched so hard that he looked dazed. He leaned back, his eyeballs rolled into his upper eye sockets, his chest swelled upwards, and he was... full of energy.
"Is it good?"
He Songfeng asked him.
Dou Mingxu let out a heavy laugh through his nose.
"You cheapskate!" He Songfeng cursed him, pinching his throat while pressing his thumb against his Adam's apple, his chest shaking as he cursed:
"Bitch. Dog."
These two sentences were in Chinese. Dou Mingxu didn't understand them. He laughed along with He Songfeng, thinking that these were some kind of flirting phrase that could be compared to "How cool is that?"
In the second half of the night, the sound of rain gradually subsided and stopped. Even the wind was too embarrassed to continue roaring, leaving only the occasional "pat" sound of rain dripping from the eaves.
He Songfeng rested his head wearily on Dou Mingxu's arm. After resting for a while, Dou Mingxu turned his face away from him and pointed at the door, ordering him rudely, "Go back to where you belong."
He Songfeng was surprised, "What do you mean?"
Dou Mingxu said bluntly: "It means that after I have my fun, you can leave."
Just saying this wasn't enough, Dou Mingxu said something even more hurtful, pinching He Songfeng's chin and pushing it back viciously:
"You're not worthy of sleeping in the same bed with me."
It seems that only by doing this can Dou Mingxu redeem himself from the humiliating situation of being pressed down on the bed by He Songfeng.
“…………”
He Songfeng looked at Dou Mingxu expressionlessly.
Three minutes? Five minutes? Or longer?
"yes."
In short, He Songfeng showed a decent smile.
His drooping palms quietly clenched into fists, although they soon fell apart, even though he acted as if nothing had happened and returned to the room on the second floor.
But he still felt bad about being treated as a male prostitute.
Dou Mingxu didn't wake up until noon. The sun was already very bright. All the haze and dark clouds had been driven away to the corners by the heavy rain the night before, leaving only the endless sunny sky without even a cloud.
Dou Mingxu put on his clothes and went downstairs. As soon as he reached the stairs to the second floor, he heard the sound of something being cut and the sound of water boiling coming from downstairs.
This sound is really a rare thing for this empty and lonely villa.
Dou Mingxu walked down and finally saw clearly what was going on on the first floor.
Someone was cooking in a kitchen where he had never used a stove before. The knives on the chopping board made clattering sounds, and clear water was bubbling in the pot on the stove.
He Songfeng braided his long light blond hair into a fluffy ponytail, and used the clip he got from the maid to curl the end of the ponytail into a ball and clip it behind his right ear.
Her hair was styled casually, with the strands hanging down even more lazily than a ponytail.
As for what He Songfeng was wearing - that was even more outrageous.
He simply put on Dou Mingxu's shirt, and there was no second piece of clothing, no pants, no coat, just the shirt.
The hem of the shirt just barely covers the hips, and when she moves, half of her body is deliberately exposed.
However, He Songfeng was so immersed in cooking that he didn't realize that his behavior was a bit too pornographic.
Or maybe he did it on purpose.
Dou Mingxu folded his arms and watched for a while, silently, without disturbing He Songfeng. Even the servants were driven away by his gestures.
He wanted to see whether He Songfeng really knew how to cook or was just pretending to be a good wife and mother.
Time passes by every second.
Sweat formed on He Songfeng's forehead.
He doesn't know how to cook at all, and no one has ever asked him to cook. This persona of a good wife and mother is indeed his first disguise in life. If he continues to pretend, the dishes under his hands will be cut from blocks back into cellular state by him.
There was a click, and the sound stopped, and there was no second click.
The worst thing to do when cutting vegetables is to be distracted.
While He Songfeng was thinking, the knife fell straight down, cutting the middle finger of his left hand like a guillotine, leaving a large wound. In an instant, blood appeared, and the blood beads gushed out like the heavy rain the night before.
He Songfeng hurriedly turned around looking for Dou Mingxu, then suddenly stopped and looked up in his direction. He stared at him with his clear amber eyes, not blinking, and greeted him with a smile:
"Good morning, Mr. Lambert."
The raised finger was still bleeding, and the bright red blood was like bunches of purple grapes hanging on a vine, bright, clear and juicy.
Dou Mingxu stood there expressionlessly, but he swallowed hard as his Adam's apple was bruised from being pinched.
"Bitch. Dog."
He Songfeng's hands tapped the marble countertop, making an oppressive clicking sound. He softly commanded:
“e here.”
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Author's words: I'm sorry I haven't updated much today because I'm a bit dizzy due to a cold. I'll write more tomorrow if I feel better [Namaste]
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