Restricted Boyfriend

In the first episode of "Restricted Boyfriend 1,

" Chen Ji opened the door to find himself witnessing a lewd scene. Shan Jing was bent over, her buttocks raised, and she was clearly oraling Wang Wencheng. Hearing the door open, the two men looked towards Chen Ji. Only then did Chen Ji notice that Shan Jing, wearing only a shirt, had two thick, black vibrators inserted into both of her vaginas. The vibrations made her buttocks tremble slightly, and her face was covered in lust, drool dripping from her lips, making her look utterly depraved.

Shan Jing was intersex, possessing both male and female sexual organs. Even with both vaginas fully filled, Shan Jing seemed unsatisfied, reaching out to pull on the vibrator in her vagina and thrusting it in and out. "Ah Ji, Wencheng, so good..."

Wang Wencheng muttered, calling her a vixen, and pulled Shan Jing onto his lap, letting her lean against him. He then spread Shan Jing's legs, completely exposing the vibrators in her vaginas to Chen Ji's view. "Brother Ji, come here quickly."

Even after being together for so long, the shocking scene still aroused Chen Ji. He put down his briefcase and walked towards the two. Kneeling on the ground, his face was facing Shan Jing's trembling genitals. Just touching them made Shan Jing groan with pleasure. He pulled out the vibrator from Shan Jing's anus and threw it aside, then began to lick it with his tongue. The anus, which had been stretched open, contracted and relaxed as if it were unsatisfied.

"Wencheng, Ah Ji, hurry... hurry and fuck me..."

Wang Wencheng teased the bulge between Chen Ji's legs with his toes, and his hands also became restless. His right hand, which had been lifting Shan Jing's leg, reached to the point where Chen Ji's tongue and Shan Jing's anus met, causing Shan Jing's whole body to spasm with pleasure. He put his fingers in Chen Ji's mouth and stirred them around. Chen Ji closed his eyes and licked Wang Wencheng's taste.

Dan Jing reached up and hugged Wang Wencheng's neck, twisting his body and intentionally grinding against Wang Wencheng's genitals. "Brother Wencheng... Brother Wencheng..."

Dan Jing, who was the same age as Chen Ji, was more than a year or two older than Wang Wencheng. At this moment, calling Wang Wencheng "brother" in a fawning tone was undoubtedly a way of wanting the other to penetrate him hard. Normally, if he was teased too much, Dan Jing could say even more shameful things.

Wang Wencheng pulled his finger out of Chen Ji's mouth. When he pulled it out, the other's small mouth made a sucking sound, as if it was reluctant to let him go. His eyes were open and no longer clear. Although he was dressed properly, he gave off an erotic feeling. He really wanted to fuck him right now, but there was a vixen sitting on him.

He kneaded Dan Jing's buttocks hard. When he let go, the buttocks, which were softer than those of an average man, trembled violently.

"Brother Wencheng...stop playing around, please give it to me..." Shan Jing's tone was much more pitiful at this moment, tears and saliva uncontrollably streaming down her face, it was hard to tell whether it was pleasure or grievance.

The satisfaction of being called "brother" by someone older than herself inexplicably excited her. After pulling out the other vibrator from Shan Jing's vagina, the lustful fluid from her previous orgasm gushed out, immediately soaking Wang Wencheng's pants. The instant release left Shan Jing completely limp on Wang Wencheng's body.

"So much fluid, you've soaked your husband's pants..." Wang Wencheng mischievously whispered in Shan Jing's ear, his deep voice making Shan Jing want to give him everything she had.

"Husband..." The emptiness in her two vaginas was unbearable for Shan Jing, who was still in the throes of orgasm, and her response had a coquettish tone at the end.

Wang Wencheng patted Shan Jing's buttocks, gesturing for her to sit on top of him. Dan Jing's legs were already exhausted. After several attempts, she finally managed to kneel on the sofa. Wang Wencheng's hands slid down Dan Jing's body, reaching inside her clothes, and everything he touched felt like it was on fire. Dan Jing, supporting herself on his massive erection, slowly sat down. Being slowly enveloped was more agonizing than anything else. He used his fingers to thrust in and out of Dan Jing's vagina, each withdrawal bringing out a lot of vaginal fluid, which soaked the area where they were joined together. Dan Jing let out indistinct moans and suddenly sat down hard, her already dilated mouth greedily agape. Wang Wencheng, losing patience, thrust upwards forcefully, each attack eliciting a cloying cry from Dan Jing. Chen

Ji

, squatting on the ground, unzipped his pants, which were painfully tight, and the live sex show unfolding before him grew increasingly intense.

Wang Wencheng used two fingers to pry open Dan Jing's vagina, which was not typically seen in men, and the blooming flower was completely exposed to Chen Ji's eyes.

"Brother Ji, come here." Wang Wencheng bent Shan Jing's legs back to their original forward-curled position, holding them to allow Chen Ji to penetrate more comfortably. Chen Ji, already burning with desire, could no longer refuse. He pulled down Shan Jing's clinging underwear and thrust into her. At the top, Chen Ji pressed almost all his weight onto Shan Jing, while Shan Jing pressed tightly against Wang Wencheng. Overwhelmed by the double pleasure, Shan Jing couldn't move at all, only twisting her body with the thrusting of the two.

"Husband...you...ah...so good..."

Stimulated by his words, Wang Wencheng bit Shan Jing's neck hard, which was Shan Jing's erogenous zone. The harder he bit, the more satisfied Shan Jing felt. It was almost heavenly pleasure! He touched the two points of contact along his side, and the fluid from the thrusting quickly soaked his hands.

"So full...so satisfied...husband is greedy..."

Wang Wencheng's hands, which were squeezing Shan Jing's legs, tightened suddenly. This vixen, who was greedy here, still not satisfied after eating so much?

The intense movements caused the sofa to shift slightly, and Shan Jing's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her cries unstoppable. Each thrust from Chen Ji touched Shan Jing's erect penis, the friction between their lower abdomens causing a slight pain, yet also giving Shan Jing a strange pleasure. So painful…but so pleasurable…the thrusting brought Wang Wencheng and Chen Ji closer and closer, Shan Jing, squeezed in the middle, her eyes glazed over, only able to cry and moan with each movement. She could have bitten Chen Ji's ear with a flick of her head, but she withdrew shyly at the touch. Chen Ji was startled by the sudden kiss, even stopping his movements.

"Good girl, come here…" Wang Wencheng naturally spoke to Chen Ji, who was avoiding his intimacy. Seeing the other's unresponsive stunned expression, Wang Wencheng thrust upwards suddenly. Shan Jing's body trembled violently from the stimulation, and Chen Ji, on top of Shan Jing, jolted awake. He obediently offered a kiss, but Wang Wencheng took the initiative from the start, licking and biting the other's tongue, wishing he could absorb everything into his body. His outstretched tongue invited Chen Ji to dance, yet he also sensed Chen Ji's clumsiness. His kissing skills were terrible, no matter how bad. But it still excited him uncontrollably.

Crowded together, Shan Jing pushed Chen Ji off him with a little force, making room for him. He unbuttoned the top three buttons, revealing breasts that were slightly larger than average for men. His chest, slightly raised like that of an underdeveloped girl, still had a few teeth marks on his areolas, showing how much he usually cherished them. His open shirt fell down, but still managed to cover some skin. Shan Jing kneaded his breasts, his hands smeared with bodily fluids on his exposed skin. He grabbed Chen Ji's hand and guided him to touch his breasts, not caring whether the other could hear him or not, and his words seemed even more shameful than usual.

"Husband... knead it until it's big enough to produce milk... so I can have your baby."

Chen Ji was a little breathless from the kisses, but Wang Wencheng showed no sign of letting go, licking every inch of Chen Ji's mouth in various ways, his heavy breathing from his nose also hitting Chen Ji's nostrils. The slight swaying of his waist finally reached the peak of desire, and after ejaculating into Shan Jing's body, his body couldn't hold back and slid down. Wang Wencheng let him release his red lips that had been blocking his mouth, the strands of water at the corners of his mouth seeming reluctant to part from their separation for a long time.

Lying on top of Shan Jing, Chen Ji was panting heavily as he kneaded Shan Jing's breasts. During Shan Jing's orgasm, the flesh on his breasts always seemed softer than usual, slightly swollen, as if kneading them too much would really make them bigger.

Climbing up to his waist, Shan Jing pressed Chen Ji's head to the protrusion on the left side of his chest. Chen Ji was suddenly startled, but then the other's fingers invaded his mouth.

"Husband...lick me..."

Such pleading words made Chen Ji involuntarily submit. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth and took the erect nipple into his mouth. His limp penis, which had long since slipped out of Shan Jing's body, slowly began to rise again, its tip touching Wang Wencheng's hand that was holding Shan Jing's legs. This aroused Wang Wencheng, and after a dozen or so thrusts, he surrendered. After

the

release, Wang Wencheng tossed Shan Jing onto the sofa, walked to the table, picked up a glass of water, and drank. The drops dripping onto his bulging Adam's apple and chest looked particularly sexy.

Shan Jing's sweet moans, mixed with some lewd words, filled the air as she lay sprawled on the sofa. Chen Ji, like a baby, lay on Shan Jing's chest, sucking, while his hands also played with the other untouched nipple. Wang Wencheng felt inexplicably annoyed, knowing full well that it stemmed from jealousy.

"Brother Ji, I'm hungry, let's cook."

Chen Ji stood up somewhat awkwardly, his semi-erect lower body was really uncomfortable. He pulled up his pants, which had fallen to his ankles, straightened his clothes, and headed to the kitchen. The bulge in his crotch caught Wang Wencheng's eye. He only realized that Shan Jing, who had been slumped on the sofa unable to get up, had come to his side when he felt his neck being encircled. Being pampered, even his standing posture was a little strange as he hugged Wang Wencheng tightly, rubbing his body against him, as if trying to ignite a fire. He raised his hand and slapped Shan Jing's deliberately sticking-out buttocks, and immediately heard Shan Jing's coquettish cry of pain. This guy's sex drive was always particularly strong.

His fingers slid effortlessly into Shan Jing's contracting anus, causing her to tremble with pleasure. She pulled back, tugging at her erect nipples. Her shirt, still draped over her shoulders, was roughly ripped open by Wang Wencheng, and her hands were forcibly separated before being slammed onto the table. The cold surface of her back was certainly unpleasant, but the warmth of the man before her made it all seem less unpleasant. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her still-wet anus instantly filled.

"Husband, want it in the back too..." Once the words left her lips, she couldn't suppress them, a sweet moan escaping her throat with each thrust.

"Eating so much every day... are you that thirsty?" His fingers, barely inserted, were gripped tightly, as if deliberately preventing her from pulling back.

The satisfaction of being filled on both sides by warm flesh made Shan Jing's mouth water. She looked both wanton and indescribably beautiful. Wang Wencheng deliberately hooked his finger, precisely touching the sensitive spot inside Shan Jing's anus. Dan Jing was completely lost in the grinding of his labia. The sudden movement caused his chest to arch upwards, his erect penis trembling and releasing a few drops of white fluid. Wang Wencheng withdrew his erect penis from Dan Jing's body, only to be soaked by the gushing fluid. The table wasn't spared either, becoming damp with a pool of warm liquid.

Dan Jing, lost in the throes of orgasm, trembled uncontrollably. Wang Wencheng carried Dan Jing to the bedroom, the fluid dripping from Dan Jing's genitals along the way. After covering Dan Jing with a blanket, Wang Wencheng left. Dan Jing had been playing alone before he came home each time; so much masturbation and sex must have exhausted him. Looking at his still-energized penis, the man cooking must understand how uncomfortable this was.

The man, his back to the kitchen door, was busy with a ladle. As he reached the door, he heard him say, "Dinner will be ready soon, don't rush." He wrapped his arms around Chen Ji's from behind, passing under his armpits. After a slight struggle, the

man fell silent. He covered Chen Ji's genitals and found that his previously half-erect penis was now fully erect. "Just hearing your voice got me hard, huh?" He breathed into Chen Ji's ear, and the man, half-forced against him, immediately blushed to the roots of his ears.

"Let go, I'm cooking..."

The more he said this, the more Wang Wencheng didn't want to let go. His left hand forcefully encircled Chen Ji's waist, while his right hand slipped inside his apron and shirt from behind, precisely pinching Chen Ji's small nipple. 　　"

Small, so cute."

Chen Ji didn't know how to respond. In a panic, he turned off the stove while the soup was simmering, hoping nothing would happen. 　　Chen Ji's skin felt incredibly smooth, the muscles beneath it perfectly contoured. 　　He always made one want to ravage him, but his initial desire was to treat him gently. He was so conflicted he could hardly distinguish his own thoughts; how should he treat him? Even though it was himself holding him tightly, it didn't feel real. If he wasn't careful even slightly, this person would leave him. 　　"Brother Ji, I like you so much." 　　After waiting for what seemed like forever without a response, he closed his eyes in despair. Yeah… a guy with such a terrible personality deserves no one to like him. 　　He pulled his collar back, childishly wanting to leave indelible marks on him. The sucking pressure made his heart ache, yet he didn't want to stop. He wanted Chen Ji to be his, wanted to lock him away so no one could see him. He liked him so much that he couldn't stop his actions. 　　His hand, which had been around Chen Ji's waist, had somehow found its way to the crevice between Chen Ji's breasts, but even a single finger was too dry to penetrate. The lubricant was on the bedside table, not far away, but Wang Wencheng felt himself losing patience. 　　He couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't bear it! He forced two fingers in, only to feel Chen Ji's body tremble. He stopped what he was doing, the marks left on the back of Chen Ji's neck looking rather horrifying. He turned Chen Ji's face towards him, intending to gently kiss his lips, but the moment he touched his face, he felt something was wrong. It wasn't until he saw Chen Ji's face covered in tears that he felt immense regret. 　　"I'm sorry, don't cry..." He knew best how rough he had been. He withdrew his hand from Chen Ji's, kissing away the tears that kept falling from his face, the warmth carrying a bitter taste. The last thing he wanted to see was him crying like this, yet he was trapped in a vicious cycle of tormenting him until he was heartbroken, only to realize it at the very end. 　　The boy's deep voice had little comforting effect; each apology only brought more heartbroken sobs from the man. 　　Of course he didn't want to let go, how could he let go? Wang Wencheng felt like he was driving himself crazy. Was this really okay? Should he not have done it in the first place? 　　He didn't know... he didn't know! But he just liked him, liked him to the point of almost dying. It sounded ridiculous, but that's how it was. Why couldn't he like him even a little bit? From the very beginning, he was the most humble beggar, pleading for even the slightest bit of love. 　　"Don't cry. If you're crying because of me, I'll leave..." The boy's voice, as he released his grip, was incredibly dejected, as if he wanted to end and escape this chaotic relationship. 　　His fingertips had barely left Chen Ji's body when the other grabbed them back. This time, it was Wang Wencheng's turn to be stunned. Chen Ji rarely touched him first; was this a sign that he didn't want him to leave, or something else? He couldn't understand, but a voice inside told him he couldn't live without him. 　　Holding the still-sobning man, letting his tears soak his chest, Wang Wencheng felt a strange mix of emotions, like returning to heaven after experiencing hellish torment. 　　"Don't go..." The man's voice wasn't loud, but Wang Wencheng heard it clearly. 　　It wasn't just childish infatuation; he truly loved him. If he was being kept like this, he would never let go. 　　Outside the kitchen door, Shan Jing shrugged with a bitter smile; he felt like the superfluous one. Author's Note: Come talk to me! QAQ Although I wrote it myself, I still have to complain a bit—all three characters seem so effeminate. In 　　"Restricted Boyfriend 5, 　　" Shan Jing and Chen Ji are childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little and know each other intimately. However, Chen Ji only realized Shan Jing was intersex when he was twelve or thirteen. He possesses both male and female reproductive organs. If Shan Jing marries a man in the future, they might even have children.

Turning to look at Shan Jing, who was much taller than him, Chen Ji thought, "How could this be? I just can't imagine that Shan Jing will one day have a little life inside him. Having his child with someone else—just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable."

What he couldn't believe was that he would end up in bed with this "brother" he was so close to on his eighteenth birthday.

Drunkenly nestled on the sofa in the karaoke room, he could barely hear the surrounding noise. He had only invited Shan Jing to his birthday party, and he hadn't hesitated to get him drunk, since Shan Jing had a super high alcohol tolerance. As his consciousness returned, Chen Ji was already enveloped in a soft embrace. His alcohol-numbed mind was completely unresponsive, and it took him a while to realize that he wasn't in his own home; it seemed to be a hotel. Having drunk too much, he now felt the urge to urinate and hurriedly got out of bed, grabbing his slippers and heading to the bathroom. Suddenly standing up, he felt dizzy and almost lost his balance. Once he regained his composure, Chen Ji could barely hold it in anymore. Reaching the bathroom door, he heard the sound of running water. Was Shan Jing taking a shower? Without thinking too much, he rushed in, his bladder practically bursting!

Pushing open the slightly ajar bathroom door, a wave of steam hit him. Chen Ji frantically unbuckled his belt and headed straight for the toilet to relieve himself.

"Awake?" Shan Jing looked at Chen Ji's disheveled state with amusement.

"Yeah." Turning around, he realized Shan Jing was less than a meter away. Water droplets sliding down his pale body made Chen Ji's heart race. His eyes inadvertently swept over Shan Jing's limp genitals, and Chen Ji suddenly remembered that Shan Jing was different from him. His ID card clearly stated "intersex," and even though they looked no different, it was a fact that Shan Jing wasn't male. Barging in like this seemed too inappropriate. But Shan Jing didn't seem angry, so it should be alright...?

“Ah Ji,” Shan Jing pointed to Chen Ji’s erect penis, “you’re hard…”

His mind went blank, unable to think. He had only wanted to relieve himself, but it turned into a sexual encounter. Chen Ji couldn’t remember anything about the process, only that Shan Jing gently comforted him when he was penetrated, and the passionate kissing seemed like it was meant to be. Chen Ji, who was being penetrated from behind, gripped the sheets and hunched his shoulders. His knees, which were being thrust into, were about to give way. Shan Jing’s panting was incredibly erotic in this atmosphere. He frowned and endured the pain and the slight pleasure that followed the pain.

“Ah Ji, touch me too.”

His guided hand touched Shan Jing’s female organ, which was different from his own, for the first time. It was soft and oozing warm water, and it trembled slightly as if startled when Chen Ji’s hand touched it. Shan Jing pulled out his penis from Chen Ji’s body, letting Chen Ji see Shan Jing’s trembling little flower face to face. Dan Jing inserted his finger, opening the tightly closed secret passage. "Come..."

The opened passage was wet, making Chen Ji unable to look away. Perhaps it was the courage lent by the alcohol, but Chen Ji tremblingly inserted his finger deeper. Just as he reached the entrance, it was tightly gripped and sucked deeper, greedily refusing to let go. Dan Jing held his own shoulders and twisted his hips, biting and sucking Chen Ji's finger, also reaching orgasm. The wetness inside their bodies made Chen Ji and Dan Jing's breathing heavy at the same time. He pulled out his wet finger. The blocked lustful fluid flowed out, mixed with Dan Jing's moans... He opened his eyes early in the morning and saw Dan Jing looking at him with doting eyes, a light kiss on his forehead carrying his scent. 　　"

Let's be together."

"Mm." 　　The point of divergence in the relationship was nothing more than the friction of life. The two, holding hands tightly, had been lovers for nine years. 　　The kiss that landed between Shan Jing's brows was strong yet gentle. Taking advantage of Shan Jing's inattention, Chen Ji slipped his icy hand into Shan Jing's neck, hidden by his collar, the sudden touch sending a shiver through Shan Jing. 　　"You're so naughty." The doting tone was nothing more than sweet talk between lovers. Chen Ji was half a head shorter than Shan Jing, so he had to stand on tiptoe to reach him. Chen Ji loved the feeling of Shan Jing's mouth enveloping his; it was all the taste of the person he loved, a blend that made him feel almost unbearably happy. 　　Since starting work, the two had been so busy that they rarely spent time at home together, and such moments of spending time together were even rarer. They had spent a long time whispering sweet nothings after waking up before leisurely getting out of bed, changing into their sportswear, and deciding to ride their bikes around the neighborhood. 　　Chen Ji was naturally prone to feeling cold, and although he was quite hot after the lap, the heat began to dissipate slowly once he stopped. Shivering from the cold, Chen Ji was heartbroken. Luckily, he had brought a coat that morning, which he tossed to Chen Ji before pulling the shivering man home. 　　Chen Ji slowly covered Chen Ji's lips, their clumsy kiss, though seemingly impossible to teach, was undeniably endearing. Even though they had been intimate late the previous night, Shan Jing's desire surged again. He pulled Chen Ji against the wall, and Chen Ji shrank back as if trying to escape. Touching his flushed ears, Shan Jing knew Chen Ji felt ashamed of what they had done during the day; any overly aggressive action was inevitably followed by physical intimacy. After all these years, Chen Ji knew this all too well. 　　"Just once, okay? I'm wet..." Shan Jing nestled his head against Chen Ji's neck, his words brimming with passion. 　　Even after being together for so long, Chen Ji's face still burned from Shan Jing's bluntness. Refusing such a request would be incredibly inconsiderate of a lover. But... Xiao Jing really loves sex... He was on top of him until dawn yesterday, yet he's still much more energetic than Chen Ji. He wondered if it was related to his intersex constitution? 　　"Let's go to the bedroom?" His lover responded with gentle, light kisses on his neck, but showed no intention of going to the bedroom. 　　"Ah Ji smells so good." 　　"Don't you use the same shower gel, you idiot?" 　　"The smell makes me want to violate you..." 　　"Hey! Be serious..." 　　This guy is really lewd, never blushing when saying things like that. Although sex is very pleasurable, saying it like that is still embarrassing! 　　“But today I want Ah Ji to keep fucking me, my little hole down there is so wet from thinking about you…” 　　As he said this, Shan Jing pressed his entire weight onto Chen Ji, his breathing becoming heavy and wet. “My panties are all wet, it’s so uncomfortable, Ah Ji… touch me…” 　　The tent of his erection pressed against Chen Ji’s equally hard penis, creating an indescribable erotic sensation. Shan Jing reached inside his clothes and squeezed his nipples, which were much larger than those of an average man. That was one of Shan Jing’s erogenous zones. Sometimes, just playing with his nipples was enough for Shan Jing to reach orgasm, which was a bit unbelievable but gave him indescribable satisfaction. 　　Even through his clothes, the shape of his nipples was visible. The movement of his fingers caused the clothes to lift up completely. Although Chen Ji couldn’t see very clearly, he understood how sexy Shan Jing looked right now. 　　Restricted Boyfriend 7 　　was pinned to the ground by Shan Jing and kissing him, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. His hands locked onto Chen Ji’s breasts, which were small and much softer than usual now that they were aroused. Dan Jing, through his own pants, began to rub and penetrate the itchy vulva, soaking his pants completely. His legs, which had been kneeling on Chen Ji, could no longer support him, and he ended up straddling Chen Ji's waist. The front of his sweatpants was also soaked, with visible watermarks. Having waited a long time without Chen Ji making any further moves, Dan Jing lost patience. As he stood up, the saliva trailing from his mouth dissipated quite a distance. 　　"Husband, I want to eat your... big cock," she said, pulling down her pants. Her soaked vulva, which had been partially penetrated by Dan Jing's own penetration, dripped wetly onto Chen Ji's waist. It was unclear how much of a shock Dan Jing wanted to give Chen Ji, but he kneaded her reddened vulva with his hands, saying, "I want it both up... and down..."

Chen Ji stroked Shan Jing's erect penis, feeling it tremble violently upon being touched. Shan Jing's body was very sensitive, easily deriving pleasure from caresses. His nipples hardened, pressing against his clothes. Even though he wasn't a woman, he thought that maybe one day he could mold him into the size and shape of a woman's.

Shan Jing squinted, unzipped Chen Ji's pants, and licked his lips as he moved closer to Chen Ji's lower body. He skillfully took Chen Ji's thick penis into his mouth, licking its indistinct texture. Just thinking about it entering his body made Shan Jing feel like he was about to ejaculate. The pubic hair on Chen Ji's face tickled, and the thing in his mouth grew even harder and thicker than before. Unable to endure it any longer, he got up, squatted on top of Chen Ji, and guided his erect penis deep inside him!

"Ah~"

"Mmm..."

Their voices rang out simultaneously, stimulating Shan Jing's mind to the point of heat. Holding Chen Ji's waist, she squatted up and down on her own, the water spraying from the thrusting making Chen Ji's pubic hair stick together.

"So much has flowed..." Chen Ji half-sat up and leaned back against the wall, the connection slowly pulled apart by the movement. The sudden emptiness left Shan Jing at a loss. She rubbed against Chen Ji's neck and sat on him, tears streaming down her face.

"Husband...faster...faster...give it to me, I'm going to climax, fuck me...woo..."

"The condom is still in the bedroom...it's not good not to use it." Chen Ji also vaguely remembered that they hadn't used a condom. Although pulling out halfway would make both of them uncomfortable, the sudden thought made him care terribly.

"No condom needed! Shoot inside...give it all to me, I'll have your baby...husband...husband..."

The wet, sticky, thick thing was greedily swallowed by the soft little hole again. This time, the impact from Chen Ji's lower body made it take a lot of effort for Shan Jing to steady herself.

"Yes, that's it! Ah...deeper..."

Dan Jing's body continued to spasm, making Chen Ji realize that he had reached a sustained climax. His own vagina, tightly bound by Dan Jing's contractions, also released warm, cloudy fluid.

The two of them, panting heavily, shut out the noise from the outside world. After a while, Dan Jing finally came to his senses from the climax. "I'm not a girl, so being a little rougher won't cause any problems."

Dan Jing had a slight masochistic tendency, preferring a rougher approach to gentle sex. Unfortunately, his lover was a gentle guy, always treating him carefully and gently when he was the one being penetrated. Of course, it wasn't that there was nothing wrong with not being treated like that, but it always felt like something was missing, and he wanted to be treated more roughly. He had mentioned it to him gently before, but he hadn't thought about it at all. It was probably clearer to say it directly.

"What a jerk, why does she need a man so much?" A voice, seemingly belonging to neither of them, rang out. Looking up at the newcomer, Chen Ji's body, warmed by sex, turned completely cold. A boy, seemingly

a

teenager, was holding a phone, clearly filming something.

At this point, regretting not closing the door properly was pointless. It was just that this person's actions were truly unexpected, leaving Chen Ji stiff and unable to move. Why was this happening?

"Wencheng… delete what you've recorded."

"Huh?" The boy made an exaggerated expression, as if he'd heard something hilarious. "Brother Ji, you're not a ten-year-old anymore, what are you pretending to be naive for!"

Shan Jing, silently pulling on his soaking wet pants, stood up, his face noticeably darker. Unsteady on his feet, he walked up to Wang Wencheng and punched him mercilessly in the face. Wang Wencheng, who had thought Shan Jing was just making a fuss, hadn't even considered dodging, and took the solid punch right to the face.

"If your parents didn't raise you properly, I'll just have to do it for you."

Boys Wang Wencheng's age are naturally hot-tempered; how could he tolerate such a beating? Taking advantage of his height, he swung a punch and knocked Shan Jing to the ground. Chen Ji hurriedly stood up, confused as to how such an unpleasant thing could happen in such a short time.

"Stop hitting him!" Chen Ji held Shan Jing, preventing Wang Wencheng from getting closer. No matter what, Shan Jing couldn't possibly beat Wang Wencheng, who had practiced Taekwondo since childhood. Looking at Shan Jing's swollen face, Chen Ji felt a pang of heartache, tears welling up in his eyes. "Let's put an ice pack on it and then go to the hospital."

"You two are really quite affectionate." Wang Wencheng tossed his phone into the air and caught it with one hand. "If you post this online, you'll be even more affectionate, right?"

Seeing the cold smile on his lips, Chen Ji suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

Wang Wencheng is the younger brother of Chen Ji and Shan Jing's college classmate. The boy who looked like an elementary school student when they first met can now laugh even when he's hurting others. So, they really can't go back to their original relationship? Underestimating this boy, nine years younger than himself, is what caused this. His mind is a chaotic mess, unable to escape the abyss, jumbled thoughts randomly flooding his head.

Chen Ji's personality is far more cowardly than he appears. It's unpleasant to say, but it's an undeniable fact. He rarely takes the initiative to engage in anything, avoiding things whenever possible, which makes him increasingly repulsive. He doesn't really think this way; he doesn't really want to do this. He doesn't want to touch it, doesn't want to guess the outcome.

"Don't do this, this won't do..." Even he himself hears how weak his words sound. The ticking of the clock is clearly audible, mixed with his heavy breathing, as grainy as an old photograph taken with a point-and-shoot camera. At a recent university reunion, my

best friend

brought his younger brother, causing all the women present to scream. The little rascal who used to be the most popular in class had now grown into a handsome young man. His demeanor had shed his childishness; handsome and eloquent, he attracted a lot of questions from the women, many of whom were now mothers.

"Sure enough, having this kid overshadows my own brilliance," Wang Lei thought, grabbing a chicken leg and taking a swig. He remembered how handsome he was in school, with girls lining up to chase him like the Pacific Ocean!

"If you're not overshadowed, what are you trying to do?" The man sitting next to him, arms crossed, chin resting on his hand, looked pleasing to the eye as he smoked. His loosely tied long hair slipped restlessly from his shoulders into his open collar, faintly concealing light-colored hickeys. As the hickeys drew closer, Wang Lei realized that the marks left by sex under his turtleneck sweater were many times more visible than what was before him.

"If you dare to think anything, I'll kill you." The words, so incongruous with his smiling face, sent a chill down Wang Lei's spine. He knew this guy's true nature.

Wang Wencheng, swirling his wine glass, had obviously seen the long-haired man and his older brother's intimate actions out of the corner of his

eye. How wonderful, to be able to be with the person he liked openly and honestly. "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom." With a calculated smile, he stood up, and the aunties surrounding him finally moved aside. Following the person whose gaze hadn't left him, he headed to the restroom. Since he'd made up his mind, he had to seize the moment; maybe this was his last chance? He wanted to be with him, to possess his tenderness all to himself. A self-deprecating glint flashed in his eyes. It had been so long since they'd met; in his memory, was he still the same child?

The most worrying thing was… what if he didn't like men?

How would he put his feelings aside? Although same-sex marriage was becoming more common, some people still resisted relationships between people of the same sex; young people were much more accepting of this. Acceptance doesn't mean being able to accept this feeling happening to you. Deep down, you hold onto the hope of being with him, but a cold wind still blows in your heart, reminding you to prepare for the worst.

He entered the bathroom, pushed the door shut, and carefully closed the rotating handle. The small bathroom was empty except for himself and Chen Ji. Chen Ji was his older brother's classmate from university. He wasn't talkative, and his face was expressionless, but he was incredibly gentle. Back then, he was just a kid, but this gentle man lingered in his mind, and even after all this time, his feelings hadn't wavered.

Sensing someone behind him, Chen Ji turned off the tap, not paying much attention. He'd drunk a bit too much, and was staggering as he walked. Even with Shan Jing here, he couldn't drink this much; a night of heavy drinking would be fatal.

Rubbing his temples, he walked out. His body wasn't what it used to be; a little too much alcohol after staying up all night gave him a terrible headache.

"Brother Ji," he called out, grabbing the clothes of the man who was passing by. Seeing Chen Ji's alcohol-soaked face, all the words he wanted to say vanished.

Hearing someone call his name, Chen Ji closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. It took him a long time to focus and clearly see the person's face

. "Wencheng, I really didn't recognize you just now. You've grown so tall." "Brother Ji, are you married?" Of course not. Wang Wencheng, who often asked Wang Lei about Chen Ji, knew this fact better than anyone.

"Why are you suddenly asking about this? Not yet."

Hearing his voice say this, Wang Wencheng's mind went blank. "Brother Ji, marry me."

Of

course, he was rejected. He had long imagined how dejected he would be if he were rejected, but when he actually got this outcome, Wang Wencheng surprisingly didn't feel much of a psychological shock. Since he wasn't married yet, it meant he still had a chance, right? He began to openly seek opportunities to approach Chen Ji, and today he finally found out his address.

He raised his hand to knock, only to find the door was half-open and not closed properly. Hearing the unclear moans, Wang Wencheng thought he had heard it wrong. Standing there and listening carefully, he seemed to hear a man's voice calling Chen Ji's name. It sounded familiar but he couldn't remember who it was, but he knew what the two people inside were doing right now without even thinking about

it. My nerves were burning with anger, and I almost broke into the door and beat up the person who slept with Chen Ji. I accidentally touched my cell phone, and I still wanted to be with him even if it was such a dirty method.

Stepbrother doesn't know how much he likes him. Even if he has had countless girlfriends over the years, he still can't forget this person. Just being treated tenderly by this person makes me want to put the whole world in front of his eyes. You ruined me, why can I still be so content with others?

When he told him to delete what he had recorded, he must not have seen the hand where he pinched his veins.

He was crying sadly while holding the guy he beat so hard that he couldn't get up. He must not have had time to see the look on his face that he wanted to destroy his existence.

Why was the person who had been so gentle and cheerful looking at her with such fear?

"What do you want...?"

He spoke of her, his words devoid of warmth, as if her name didn't exist.

She pulled the guy, slumped in Chen Ji's lap, to her side, pinching his dripping wet crotch.

"If someone like that, who gets horny all the time, is okay with it, why can't I?"

"Don't talk like that!"

She stood up, trying to take back the man she had forcibly lifted, but before she could even touch him, Wang Wencheng subdued her with one hand. Losing his support, Shan Jing slumped uncontrollably onto the table beside him, still reeling from the punch.

"If someone like that, who gets horny with anyone, is okay with it, why can't I!"

"Wang Wencheng, you can't do this! Let me go!"

She wanted to destroy him, why did he make her like this! It's all his fault. She wanted to grab him by the collar and ask him why she cared so much about him! Why can he be with someone else so openly... Why isn't the person he likes himself?

"Is it so hard to like me even a little bit?" The boy's voice was still going through puberty, hoarse and heartbreaking to hear. For a moment, Chen Ji even felt like he was bullying this boy who was nine years younger than him.

"Well then," the boy sat on the corner of the table and tossed the semi-conscious Shan Jing back into Chen Ji's arms, his smile sending chills down one's spine. "If we're going to play around, I'm better than anyone, whether it's kissing skills or bedroom skills. Let me join." He held his phone high above his head.

"But you don't have the right to refuse."

Chen Ji watched the boy, now a stranger, walk out of his house, his hands and feet ice-cold. As the light slowly disappeared behind the door, Chen Ji realized how real all of this was. It

really felt like a fabricated lie. From the first time the three of

them

had sex with a forced element, to now being able to accept each other's presence in their lives, a year had passed.

I can't remember when I fell into his arms, but the more I do, the more guilty I feel. I already liked Shan Jing first, so why did I open my heart to Wang Wencheng?

I like his sweet nothings that are too mature for his age, and his intimate moments with me, but I don't have the courage to reciprocate. I've seen Wang Wencheng and Shan Jing making love quite often. Shan Jing has always been honest about sex, and with Wang Wencheng, I always achieve a kind of bliss that I can't give him.

The most important thing for a couple is a good relationship, but sex is also a very important part. So, will Shan Jing's physical compatibility with me lead me to slowly fall in love with him? Yes, thinking like this is childish and ridiculous, but why does my nose feel so sore and painful?

Today was the same. I came home to find the two of them making love in the living room. I was called over, and just when we were getting into the mood, I was called to cook. How could Wang Wencheng not know how uncomfortable I am? Does he not like seeing me and Shan Jing so close? The guy who chased after him to get married a year ago has started to hate him?

Of course! Xiao Jing is handsome and caring; even he, her childhood friend, likes him so much, let alone Wang Wencheng. He

absentmindedly chopped the winter melon, the sounds coming from outside the kitchen making it impossible for him to concentrate. What were they thinking of him? His

hair obscured his eyes, and Chen Ji used a hair clip, slightly tiptoeing, to reach the cupboard and pull his bangs back. His hair had grown long enough to obstruct his vision, but even with this trouble, Chen Ji had no intention of cutting it. He couldn't remember when Wang Wencheng had kissed his hair and said that it would be very cute if it grew longer. Subconsciously, he intentionally forgot about cutting his hair.

The soft hair against his skin made Chen Ji look even more refined. This made Wang Wencheng intentionally or unintentionally ruffle his hair.

"Just hearing your voice makes me hard, hmm?" He was pulled into a warm embrace, and Wang Wencheng's slightly lewd voice reached his ear. Chen Ji shrank his neck. He should have gotten used to it by now. So many physical touches hadn't made him comfortable; he'd never been good at getting close to others since birth.

"Let go, I'm cooking..."

His words were soft and lacked any persuasiveness. He was such a wimp; he hadn't refused his advances at all, not even an eighteen-year-old kid.

He was pulled into his arms, his waist held tightly. The fingers slipping under his clothes were cool, his skin forced to breathe the icy air, the contractions feeling strangely comfortable. His small breasts were intentionally pinched, the sudden movement making Chen Ji panic and almost break free.

"Small, so cute."

He could clearly feel the air currents created by the voices speaking in his ear. Chen Ji didn't even know how to respond. In a panic, he turned off the stove that was simmering soup. He was being disturbed all the time and didn't know when it would end. He just hoped nothing bad would happen. "

Brother

Ji, I like you so much."

Hearing him say such words, he could only sadly wonder if this relationship could really continue.

He couldn't believe what he said. He shouldn't say such willful things. The more he thought about it, the deeper he sank. He wanted to escape from this abyss that made him sad, but he didn't have the courage. A voice in his heart surged up and threatened to drown him. You are that greedy coward.

His pants were unzipped. He didn't need to ask what Wang Wencheng wanted to do. It hurt so much. His heart felt blocked, and even the air flowing through it seemed to have solidified. Don't torture me anymore... If you leave me while I'm stuck in this quagmire, how can I fill the void in my heart?

The forced opening of his body caused a dry pain. The more he was touched, the more bitter his heart became. She wasn't the leading lady in an eight o'clock drama, yet the self-deprecating thought only plunged her deeper into the abyss of heartbreak. She desperately tried to hold back the tears, but couldn't stop them from falling. How could she be so childish, thinking about these trivial things only causing trouble for others? Her self-delusional fantasies wouldn't change anything, would they...?

Her face was cupped, her vision blurred by tears, making it impossible to see the other person clearly.

"I'm sorry, don't cry." The boy's deep voice made Chen Ji even more confused. Don't do this, don't be so kind to me... Wang Wencheng's actions were exactly the opposite of Chen Ji's thoughts. He patted her back and apologized in a rare, gentle voice.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Being treated like this, she would only fall into her own delusions, ridiculous yet unavoidable. What should she do? Her shoulders were trembling as she cried; he must have seen it.

"Don't cry. If you're crying because of me, I'll leave..." The boy's tone was incredibly dejected as he released her, as if he wanted to end and escape this chaotic relationship.

The hand clapping behind his back, meant to comfort him, stopped, and the temperature around him plummeted. Tears welled in Chen Ji's eyes and dripped onto his raised arm as he gripped the boy's clothes tightly. Chen Ji had a terrible premonition that if he didn't grab onto the person in front of him now, he would lose him forever.

"Don't go..."

He despised the boy's initial, despicable threat, and even more despicable was that he himself had fallen into that threat. He was with Shan Jing, yet he had still fallen for Wang Wencheng. A love triangle? He had shamelessly grabbed the boy's hand again, leaving Shan Jing behind. He clearly loved him the most... Enveloped by the boy's warmth, Chen Ji felt lost and directionless.

Chen Ji, you selfish devil, only capable of indulging yourself like this.

When Wang Wencheng spoke of leaving, the first person who flashed through his mind was Shan Jing. He was gone; would Xiao Jing be sad? The two of them could never go back to how they were at the beginning. Construction disrupted the crossroads of my life, introducing new characters. The further I go, the more it feels like a precipice with no turning back. How long can I ever shake off this love affair involving a three-way sexual relationship?

My feelings for Xiaojing are undeniable, and her growing closeness to Wencheng is equally undeniable… I've never been good at sorting out my emotions; the disordered order will eventually be rearranged. There will come a day when I will try to untangle this tangled mess that has returned to its starting point.

Because I truly, truly love you all.

[The End]

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