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Yibo stared at Zhan, tears welling in his eyes, but he said nothing. Even though Zhan gave him a few moments to speak, Yibo remained silent. Zhan shook his head with a forced smile, now completely convinced that Yibo didn't love him.
So, without another word, he opened the car door and said, "Let's go. I already spoke to the monk."
Yibo followed him quietly, his face betraying nothing of the storm inside him. Unfortunately, the monks were in a meeting, so they had to wait. They returned to the car to sit and wait in silence. After a while, Yibo finally spoke.
"Gege, let me get us something cold to drink. It's really hot today."
Before Zhan could respond, Yibo was already out of the car. Ten minutes later, he returned with two mini cartons of strawberry yogurt, handing one to Zhan before opening his own and taking a sip.
Zhan had no intention of drinking it and simply placed it aside, staring at the temple courtyard, lost in thought. Yibo glanced at him from the corner of his eye before quickly opening Zhan's carton. Discreetly, he dropped a small pill into it, shaking it slightly before offering it back.
"Gege, please drink. You're sweating. The yogurt is really cold... you'll feel better," Yibo urged.
Without turning his head, Zhan reached out, took the milk, and drank it in one go before tossing the empty carton aside. He continued staring at the temple, deep in thought.
But within minutes, his body started feeling heavy, as if he were losing control of his limbs. It felt like paralysis was setting in.
Yibo, who had been watching him closely, immediately got out of the car, walked around to the driver side, and helped Zhan into the back seat, securing his seatbelt. Then he slipped into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove off.
When they arrived at Zhan's house, Yibo lied to the gatekeeper, saying that Zhan wasn't feeling well and had just been discharged from the hospital. The gatekeeper helped him carry Zhan inside and placed him in the downstairs guest room, which Nainai had mentioned was for Yong Dan when she visited.
By that time, Zhan's body was completely paralyzed, the only thing he could move were his eyes, which followed Yibo in silent shock.
Yibo escorted the gatekeeper out and locked the sitting room door, knowing that Ning Li was at their family's house and wouldn't dare return without Zhan. That meant he had nothing to worry about.
Only one thought occupied his mind now... a mix of anticipation and fear over what he was about to do, something he had never done before.
Yibo locked the door behind him, shut all the windows, and turned on the air conditioner. He climbed onto the bed, lifting Zhan's head to place a pillow underneath. As Zhan stared at him with wide eyes, Yibo began unbuttoning his own shirt and said with a chuckle, "Gege, don't worry, I'm not planning to murder you nor did I loose my sanity. I just gave you a little Ketamine. I'll only be fucking myself, since I've been begging you to make love to me for so long, and you kept refusing. Whatever your reason is, I don't care anymore. Tonight, we'll finally become one."
The moment Yibo mentioned Ketamine, Zhan realized what had happened.
(Ketamine –A dissociative anesthetic that can impair movement and cause temporary paralysis, in higher doses while keeping the person semi-conscious. It may not necessarily suppress sexual desire.)
Yibo continued speaking as he undressed Zhan, removing his clothes piece by piece. "Zhan ge, what made you think I ever wanted us to separate? No, we're not getting divorced. We're husbands, and soon, Sen Wen will be my husband too. I married you in a temple, and I'll marry him in court." Yibo pouted. "Gege, it would be better for you to accept Sen Wen. I'll make him accept you too. The three of us can be happy together forever. I already told you...I want both of you."
Zhan's eyes widened in horror. For the first time, Yibo genuinely scared him. He started to wonder if Yibo had ever been sane at all.
"I really love you, Gege....so much. But your mother hates me to the core. She'll never let us be together, which is why I can't risk losing Sen Wen for now. If you're worried about my feelings for him, don't be. I never loved him or even liked him. But what can I do? He's kind, calm, and loves me so much. He's never raised his voice at me, let alone hit me. But you, Gege… you've done both. Never mind....I still love you just the way you are, I'm not afraid of you anymore."
Yibo smiled as he finished undressing Zhan. "Oh, Gege, you're so well-built," he murmured, licking his lips before leaning down to plant soft kisses along Zhan's body.
Yibo's lips traveled everywhere they could reach, kissing, sucking, and tasting every inch of Zhan's skin. His mouth never stayed still—once he had his fill of Zhan's lips, he moved down to his neck, then lower, finally teasing his nipples. He flicked his tongue over one bud before pausing.
"Zhan-ge, your skin tastes salty. Is it because of sweat?" Yibo mused, then shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You're still delicious, Gege." He resumed his ministrations, eagerly worshipping Zhan's body.
Zhan struggled to remain unaffected, trying his best not to react or grow hard. He could do nothing but watch Yibo with his eyes, his tongue feeling too heavy to speak.
But no matter how much he resisted, it was futile. The way Yibo touched him, the way he spoke so shamelessly....it was impossible not to be aroused. Eventually, Zhan surrendered to the moment, letting go of any restraint.
"Gege, you're so big and long," Yibo continued his playful commentary, his voice filled with mischief. "I wonder how this thing will fit inside me... Oh, shit! I wasn't expecting to have you today, so I didn't prepare anything. No lube... but it's okay! I'll just use your cum....or mine....to prep myself."
With that, Yibo grasped Zhan's length, bringing it into his mouth without hesitation. He sucked eagerly, swirling his tongue around the tip, treating it like his favorite treat. Zhan wanted so badly to moan, but no sound would come out.
Yibo felt the growing stiffness in his mouth and hand, knowing Zhan was close. He suddenly stopped, wiping his lips as he smiled.
"Not so fast, Zhan-ge," he teased. "I can't let your cum go to waste. I need it inside me....so I can get pregnant. Let me get ready for the ride first."
He pressed another deep kiss to Zhan's lips while stroking himself, his body quickly reaching its peak. As he came, he gathered the sticky essence on his fingers, using it to prepare himself. Once three fingers stretched him open, he paused, then struggled to lift Zhan up.
"Gege, you're so heavy," Yibo whined, grumbling as he shoved two pillows behind Zhan to prop him up. Once satisfied, he straddled Zhan's lap, positioning himself before taking hold of Zhan's hardness.
Slowly, he tried to lower himself, but the moment even an inch entered, Yibo let out a sharp scream.
"Ahhh! Shit....!" He immediately pulled away, scrambling off of Zhan and standing up. One hand massaged his lower back while the other fanned between his arse. He paced around the room, wincing as he muttered, "Gege, it hurts! It feels like I'm being impaled by an iron rod! You're too big!"
Zhan, who had been silently watching him all this time, couldn't hold back his laughter. He was used to Yibo's dramatics by now. This man was utterly shameless, bold, and childish....and Zhan loved him more and more for it.
After a few minutes of pacing, Yibo took a deep breath and tried again. This time, he slathered on more Vaseline before looking at Zhan with determination.
"Zhan-ge, get ready. I'll endure it this time. I will get pregnant today. And if I do, let's see how you'll ever separate from me."
With that, he inhaled deeply and, without hesitation, sank down in one swift motion.
"AHHHHHH!"
Yibo's scream echoed through the room. His entire body tensed as he shut his eyes, staying still for a moment as he adjusted. Then, slowly, he started moving, his breath hitching with every inch he took. His face twisted with discomfort at first, but soon, his moans filled the air.
Zhan clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin. Yibo's slow pace was torture. He wanted to thrust hard and deep, not endure this teasing, sluggish rhythm.
"Hnnngh... ahhh... Gege, you feel so good..." Yibo moaned, bending forward to kiss Zhan deeply. He rode Zhan with increasing speed, his body trembling with pleasure.
Minutes passed, and Zhan could feel himself reaching his limit. Yibo noticed, smirking before taking him even deeper, moving even faster. The pleasure was overwhelming, and soon, they both reached their climax together.
Panting, Yibo collapsed against Zhan's chest, his forehead resting against Zhan's neck as they both tried to catch their breath.
They stayed like that for a while, but when Yibo shifted slightly, he felt Zhan growing hard inside him again.
He pouted. "Gege... you're so greedy! You got hard again? Fine, one more round....but that's it for today! This is my first time, you know? I'll need a lot of painkillers later. But no worries, I know you have some in your first-aid box."
And so, they went for another round.
Afterward, Yibo gently cleaned Zhan up, dressed him, then took a shower himself. He opened the windows to let in fresh air, sprayed some air freshener, then went upstairs to Zhan's bedroom.
There, he found the first-aid kit, taking a few painkillers. He swallowed two immediately and pocketed the rest before heading back downstairs.
His body ached, exhaustion settling in as he reached for the doorknob. But when he opened the door, he was shocked.... Zhan was no longer lying on the bed.
"Eh?"
Yibo's eyes widened. The medicine shouldn't have worn off so soon. Slowly, he turned toward the bathroom and reached for the door.
When he opened it, his breath hitched.
There was Zhan, standing under the shower, water cascading down his body.
Yibo's face burned as he quickly slammed the door shut and bolted out of the room.
"Shirt! If Zhan-ge catches me I know I'm a dead meat."
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It was early at night when Yibo went to bring food to Nainai. She refused to let him leave, instead pulling out suitcases and opening them in front of him.
"You act like these aren't your things. It's been nearly five days, and you still haven't checked what's inside. I don't care, even those who had nothing to do with it came to look. How can you not?" She gestured for him to sit. "Go on, take a look. Even Zong and Quentin already went through theirs. I made sure they saw everything with their own eyes."
Yibo smiled faintly and sat down, watching as Nainai continued unpacking, though he didn't touch anything.
She sighed. "I've already seen enough, but you should check too. Or are you embarrassed, like some shy girl?"
Pouting, Yibo finally started picking up and looking through his belongings.
"This is just stubbornness," Nainai muttered. "You're acting like you won't check at all. There's even that diamond watch I packed, along with the gift he gave you before. Hold on, I'll go get it."
As soon as she disappeared into the bedroom, Yibo stood up quietly, snuck toward the door, slipped on his shoes, and ran out.
On his way out, he nearly collided with Zhan.
Yibo's eyes widened, and he quickly turned away, about to leave the area. But Zhan grabbed his hand and spun him back around.
Yibo refused to meet his eyes and mumbled, "Good evening."
Zhan pressed him against the wall, tilting his chin up to look into his eyes.
Yibo hesitated, then slowly lowered his gaze.
Zhan's voice softened. "Why do you always run when you see me, Yibo?"
Pouting, Yibo muttered, "Nothing, Gege."
Zhan tightened his grip. "No, tell me. Why do you keep avoiding me?"
Yibo stayed silent.
"Yibo," Zhan called again.
This time, Yibo flinched at the way his name was spoken. "I just… I don't want you to scold me, that's why I run."
Zhan frowned. "Scold you for what?"
Yibo didn't answer, only bowing his head with a small smile.
Zhan repeated, "Talk to me, please."
Yibo buried his face in his hands. "I don't want you to be mad at me for what I did to you."
Zhan simply watched him.
The silence stretched too long, and Yibo hesitantly raised his head, looking into Zhan's eyes.
Zhan studied him for a moment before his gaze softened. "Are you feeling unwell, Gege?"
Zhan exhaled, looking away. "Probably."
Concern flickered across Yibo's face. "What's wrong with you, Gege?"
Zhan hesitated before finally admitting, "Something is about to happen… something that will cause me a lot of pain. And it will be the end of my happiness."
Yibo's concern deepened. "What? What do you mean? Tell me, Gege."
Zhan leaned against the wall, silent.
Yibo stepped closer, facing him. He held Zhan's hands, his voice almost pleading. "Gege, please tell me. What is it? What's going to happen? And how can we stop it?"
The sound of footsteps approaching startled Yibo. He quickly pulled his hands away just as Zong came into view, carrying a shopping bag as he headed toward Nainai's quarters.
Zhan stepped back immediately, and Yibo did the same.
Zong glanced at them before passing by.
Zhan cleared his throat and greeted, "Welcome back, Papa."
Zong nodded. "Thank you, Zhan. How is Ning Li?"
Yibo lowered his gaze and mumbled, "Good evening, Bobo."
Zong acknowledged him with a short nod before continuing toward Nainai's place.
Once he was gone, Yibo turned back to Zhan. "Gege, let's go somewhere else. Please tell me everything."
Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Zhan's hand and led him to a quiet spot.
Yibo sat on a low bench and patted the space beside him. "Come, sit."
Forcing a weak smile, Zhan sat down, leaning his head against Yibo's shoulder while watching him from the corner of his eye.
Yibo looked at him expectantly. "I'm listening. Tell me. And have you told Bobo yet?"
Zhan pulled Yibo closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "No, I haven't. And it's too late now."
Yibo watched him carefully, waiting for an explanation.
But instead, Zhan changed the subject. "Did you check the things that were brought for you?"
Yibo quickly covered his face against Zhan's shoulder. "I don't want to."
Zhan exhaled and murmured, "So, you just want to get married and leave me behind, huh?"
Yibo's head snapped up in shock. "But you're marrying Ning Li too! You're leaving me first!"
Zhan scoffed. "Do you think I want this marriage? If you told me to throw it away, I would. I'd send her home right now, and it would be just the two of us."
Yibo chuckled. "Yeah, sure. You claim you don't love her, but you're enjoying your fiancée. And soon, she'll have your beautiful babies. You'll love her before you know it."
Zhan's gaze darkened as he stared at Yibo, unblinking. His voice was eerily calm. "Why do you think I'm enjoying her, Yibo? How would you know?"
Yibo smiled. "I can see it."
Zhan's tone sharpened. "See what?"
Yibo refused to meet his eyes. "What I saw."
Zhan didn't realize when he pulled Yibo into his arms. His voice was raw. "No, Yibo. I can never enjoy with Ning Li. I'm just fulfilling my duty. Only I know what I'm going through. I don't love her. It's you I love. And you keep trying to slip away from me. I won't allow that."
Yibo held onto him tightly. "I won't leave you. I just want both of you. But you refuse to see that, and you refuse to accept it. If you did, we wouldn't have any problems."
Zhan closed his eyes and said, "I will never accept that, Yibo."
Yibo stared at him in surprise, taken aback by his words. Slowly, he said, "Then I don't know what to say, Gege."
At that moment, Zhan's eyes darkened. In a soft voice, he said, "At first, I loved you as a brother. Then, I started feeling deep sympathy for you. I never imagined that the love I had for you would change into something else, something stronger. I've cared for you since you were too young to understand yourself, looked after you, and shaped you to be close to me…."
Yibo, still staring at him, widened his eyes in shock. "So, are you accepting me like this, Gege? Or should I continue calling you my Gege?"
Zhan just kept looking at him. Yibo pouted and asked, "Just tell me, will you accept us?"
Zhan shook his head slightly. "You still don't get it, do you? No sane person will ever accept what you want.... not even your so-called boyfriend."
Yibo smiled, resting his chin on his palm. "Gege, you know you're very handsome..."
Then, he suddenly burst into laughter, hiding his face against Zhan's chest. "You really are! You're a gentleman, tall, broad-shouldered, with a gorgeous face. No one could ever resist falling for you. Stop worrying about losing me. Who knows? Maybe Sen Wen will even accept it if I tell him. Maybe he likes you too. It's because of your looks and charm that woman keeps throwing herself at you, treating people like they're beneath her. She loves you like she'd die without you, but she doesn't even realize you're just managing her and going along for the ride…."
Yibo abruptly stopped talking, realizing he might have said too much.
Zhan hadn't even noticed when a small smile crept onto his face. He kept looking at Yibo, no longer seeing him as someone entirely sane.
Yibo refused to meet his eyes, but Zhan asked, "Enjoying what?"
Panicked, Yibo stammered, "No....I didn't mean it like that...."
Zhan closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of Yibo's hair, then murmured, "Soon, I will enjoy my time with my little brother…but not with Ning Li."
Yibo's eyes snapped open, and he turned to him. "What?"
Zhan opened his eyes too. "Yes."
Yibo frowned. "So…are you going to accept him?"
Zhan sighed. "I'll think about it. But before that, you need to convince Papa to cancel the engagement next week."
Yibo looked at him in shock. "Why? My engagement won't stop you from accepting, Gege."
Zhan shook his head, his voice low. "That's the main thing that will stop you from helping me, Yibo."
Yibo widened his eyes. "But Gege, you're with a woman too. Why don't you want me to get married?"
Zhan looked straight at him. "We're already married, Yibo. But now you want to marry someone else and leave me behind?"
Yibo laughed. "But you're living with someone too."
Zhan smiled. "And yet, I want everything, just like you do. And I still come home every day to see you."
Yibo scoffed. "No, you don't come to see me. You come for Nainai."
Zhan's gaze softened as he looked into Yibo's eyes. "I swear, on the nights I come home and don't see you, I can't sleep."
Yibo stared at him in shock. "Why?"
Zhan averted his eyes without answering.
Yibo smiled and teased, "If that woman liked me, I'd just move into your house and take my exams there."
Zhan immediately turned to him. "No, don't worry about her. Just come and take your exams."
Yibo shrugged. "I don't want to. Honestly, Gege, I really dislike that woman of yours."
Zhan said nothing, letting the silence settle between them.
After a while, Yibo sighed. "Gege, I'm hungry…and there are mosquitoes here."
Zhan turned on his phone's flashlight, checking Yibo's leg. "Sorry, dear."
He stretched out his own legs and placed Yibo's over them, rolling up Yibo's pants slightly to check the mosquito bite. He rubbed his hand over Yibo's smooth skin while looking at him.
Yibo's eyes widened as he slapped Zhan's hand away. "No, Gege, I don't like that."
Zhan raised a brow. "Why?"
Pouting, Yibo mumbled, "I just don't."
Zhan chuckled, lowering Yibo's leg. Yibo stood up "Then, see you tomorrow, Gege."
Zhan stood too, looking at him. "Let's go to the eatery since you're hungry."
Yibo turned quickly. "Really, Gege?"
Zhan smiled. "Yes. Go wait for me by the car."
Yibo grinned. "Okay!" He ran ahead while Zhan watched him go, his expression unreadable.
He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, confirming what he had been suspecting all along....Yibo needed medical attention. Something had definitely affected his brain.
With a quiet sigh, Zhan made his way out of the compound.
At the car, Yibo had already taken the front seat. Zhan got in as well.
"Gege, I just want chicken and a drink," Yibo said.
"So, we don't need to go to the eatery, then?"
Yibo shook his head. "No, I still want to go there."
When they arrived at a large eatery, Zhan ordered exactly what Yibo had asked for.
While waiting, Yibo scrolled through Zhan's phone, looking at photos. The only pictures in the gallery were the ones they had taken together. The rest were WhatsApp images. Not a single photo of Ning Li was on the phone.
Yibo lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Zhan.
Yibo raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Before Zhan could answer, their food arrived. The aroma of the roasted chicken filled the air.
Zhan stood up to wash his hands while Yibo opened his drink and took a sip.
When Zhan returned, he picked up a piece of chicken and looked at Yibo. "Open your mouth."
Yibo giggled. "Here? In public?"
Zhan simply stared at him, unfazed.
Slowly, Yibo parted his lips, just as his eyes accidentally met Sen Wen's....who was sitting across the eatery with a friend.
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