Chapter 31 . At the Hotel
At eleven o'clock at night, Luo Qingjia lay on the king-sized bed in his family's hotel, his heart a swirl of mixed emotions.
Hearing Wen Chen admit that he liked him, knowing that Wen Chen hadn't rejected him because of the family's reputation, and realizing that Wen Chen had been silently working hard just so they could be together—it made him incredibly happy.
But that joy was quickly diluted by frustration and anger.
He was frustrated with himself because, in the past, he had often acted fragile and overly sensitive just to get Wen Chen's attention and sympathy. That was what caused Wen Chen to mistakenly believe he couldn't withstand the blow of public rumors and gossip.
And this misunderstanding was precisely the biggest stumbling block on their road to love. If he hadn't overheard the conversation in the study, given Wen Chen's absolute inability to communicate, this misunderstanding probably would have remained unresolved forever.
What made him angry, however, was that Wen Chen actually entertained the thought of pushing him toward a "better man."
Was there a better man in this world than Wen Chen? Even if there were, that man definitely wouldn't love him more than Wen Chen did. And even if there was a man out there who was both better and more loving, he still wouldn't want him. He only wanted Wen Chen.
There were plenty of people who loved Wen Chen and were more outstanding than him, but he had never once thought about giving Wen Chen up to someone better.
He knew that being in love with Wen Chen would bring the man a lot of trouble, but he wouldn't back down because of it. His heart would ache for Wen Chen, and he would figure out ways to solve those problems together with him, but he would absolutely never let go just because he was afraid of being a burden.
When it came to love, he was just this selfish and obsessive; this was the only kind of love he understood. Therefore, he couldn't comprehend why Wen Chen was always thinking about pushing him onto another man.
When he was eighteen, Wen Chen rejected him, telling him to get to know more girls and supporting him in having a "normal relationship." He was heartbroken, but not angry.
Because back then, Wen Chen had no feelings for him. At that time, Wen Chen was still a rigid patriarch who couldn't accept homosexuality.
When he was nineteen, Wen Chen rejected him again, telling him to "get a boyfriend." He was heartbroken, but not angry. Because back then, Wen Chen had only just accepted the reality that he was gay, but couldn't handle his relentless pursuit.
Today, at twenty, Wen Chen had finally admitted he was in love with him, yet he still wanted to push him toward another man. He was heartbroken, furious, and a little insecure.
In his mind, loving someone meant wanting to possess them completely. For someone like Wen Chen to think he was doing this for his own good and push him to someone else—was that really love? Such a noble love felt like it had transcended romantic love altogether.
But romantic love was exactly what he wanted most from Wen Chen. He didn't need Wen Chen to be so damn noble.
So, he deliberately booked a room in his family's hotel to see if Wen Chen would show up. If he did, their twisted relationship would draw public criticism, forcing Wen Chen's hand—he would have no more excuses to push him away.
If Wen Chen didn't come, it would mean he was truly willing to let him spend the night with another man. In that case, he would respect Wen Chen for practicing what he preached, and he would stay the hell away from this man forever.
Click. The sound of a keycard swiping against the electronic lock gave Luo Qingjia his answer right on cue.
He came!
The person who walked in had to be Wen Chen, because Yuan Ye's role in this play was only to show up at the hotel entrance.
Luo Qingjia hurriedly used the black tie—the one he had tied around his thigh last time—to blindfold himself, and lay on his side with his back to the door.
He pulled the oversized white dress shirt snug against his waist and hips, ensuring that his perfect curves would be the first thing the man saw.
"A-Ye, what took you so long? I almost fell asleep waiting for you~"
Luo Qingjia sat up with a whoosh, dropping into a seductive w-sit facing the newcomer. As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, exposing his delicate collarbones and pale chest.
The small bell on his black lace choker jingled softly with his movement, ringing crisp and sweet. In this sultry space, the sound stirred up indescribable fantasies.
By now, the man had stepped right up to him. His breathing was heavy—he must have rushed over. The air around him was freezing; he was clearly furious.
But beneath the anger, there had to be another kind of fire, right?
If it were purely anger, he would have ripped off the blindfold by now to make him see who had arrived.
Instead, he just stood there, letting him strike all these alluring poses. Even with his eyes covered, Luo Qingjia could feel the man's scorching gaze roaming over his body.
Luo Qingjia felt as if the man's gaze was tangible, tracing every inch of his body and leaving him unbearably hot and flushed.
Remembering his goal for tonight, he simply continued to flaunt himself, striking various provocative poses while pretending the man in front of him was Yuan Ye, deliberately talking dirty to stimulate him:
"How do I look? Do you like this outfit? These are the clothes and tie I wore for that photoshoot last time. I was going to send those pictures to you, but my uncle found out and deleted them."
"But it doesn't matter. I snuck out tonight when he wasn't paying attention. We have all night, so you can watch me wear them live. If you get tired of this set, I can change into something else later. Look by the headboard—I brought several sexy outfits, all different styles."
"Hehe, I even brought black garter stockings. I read online that soft, fleshy legs like mine are perfect for suspenders. They said having a little thigh meat spill over the edge looks incredibly sexy. They also said the straps on the thighs add the perfect finishing touch."
"Why don't you help me put them on later and see if the internet is right?"
The moment he finished speaking, the man reached out and grabbed his ankle. The grip was forceful, squeezing his ankle until it hurt, but he made no further move.
Clearly, at this moment, the man's fury was suppressing his lust.
Wanting to continue provoking the man who had broken his heart, he wasn't ready to show his hand just yet. He flipped onto his stomach, getting on his hands and knees with his back to the man, twisting his waist, popping his rear, and swaying his legs as he purred:
"Actually, during that photoshoot, I used the black tie to tie a bow around my thigh. But I was a little shy this time and embarrassed to look at you, so I used the tie as a blindfold instead. How about you use your tie to tie a bow on my thigh?"
"You can tie it and admire it for a bit. Then, when you're f*cking me later, you can untie it from behind while you're pounding into me. How does that sound? Or, I could try to untie it myself. Seeing if I can untie it while being thrust into at high speed sounds pretty fun—I kind of want to challenge myself..."
"Why aren't you tying it for me yet? Don't tell me you aren't wearing a tie? That won't do. I specifically told you to wear a suit and tie because I plan to call you 'Daddy' while I'm underneath you."
"A-Ye, I'm declaring it now. If you're dressed in your usual style without that mature daddy vibe, I might not be able to get the word 'Daddy' out."
"But it's fine. If you dressed like you normally do, how about I call you 'Brother'? That sounds pretty thrilling too. Aiya, say something! Why aren't you speaking or doing anything? Are you unhappy with this outfit? Fine, I'll change into a different one right now."
As Luo Qingjia spoke, he lifted the hem of his shirt, acting as if he were going to pull it off over his head. However, his real intention wasn't to strip, but to show off his bare bottom and legs, as well as the beautiful arch of his back.
He lifted it agonizingly slowly, rolling his hips as he went, forcing a sweet, whiny voice. "Brother, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and help me pick out an outfit. I feel so needy, I can't wait anymore. I want to feel how much of a man you are right now, mm~"
By the time he finished speaking, the hem had only reached the dimples of his lower back. He paused there deliberately. Just as he was about to lift it higher, his butt was smacked hard.
Smack!
Unable to endure it any longer, Wen Chen delivered a heavy slap to that swaying, ripe peach, hitting it so hard it was as if he wanted to slap the juice right out of it.
He had originally been holding back his anger, wanting to see just how slutty this little siren would act in front of another man. He wanted to see if he could endure the pain if, one day, he really did have to push his baby into another man's arms.
The reality proved he couldn't. He couldn't withstand this agonizing, heart-piercing pain.
In fact, from the moment he received the hotel manager's call and learned that his bad baby had snuck out to a hotel to wait for some wild man, his heart had ached so much he could barely breathe. He had been holding his breath by sheer force of will just to make it to this moment.
"Ah~ Mean~" Luo Qingjia dragged out a dramatic whine, rhythmically swaying his hips. "When brother spanks my butt like that, it feels so dirty... it's making me want it even more."
Hearing this, Wen Chen's fury skyrocketed. He delivered a few more heavy slaps, spanking that peach until it was thoroughly flushed and ripe, before he finally managed to tear his gaze away. He loosened his tie and barked sternly, "Jiajia, have you had enough fun?"
The moment he spoke, he regretted it. He had meant to reprimand him with a cold voice, but who knew his voice would come out completely hoarse and thick with lust.
"Ahem." Wen Chen cleared his throat and scolded in a deep voice, "You've grown quite bold, haven't you, daring to break curfew and sneak out to do this kind of thing. Just wait and see how I deal with you when we get back."
"And here I believed you were actually being considerate to your bodyguards by letting them get off work right at ten. Turns out you were planning to wait until they left so you could sneak out for a rendezvous with some wild man!"
Receiving no response, Wen Chen wondered if his words had been too harsh. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the bed, wanting to see if the little guy was crying. Unexpectedly, with just this one glance, his blood boiled, and he nearly lost control.
It wasn't that his willpower was weak; it was just that the little siren was far too enticing.
The tormenting little siren was kneeling face-down on the bed, burying his head under the quilt to play ostrich, but completely forgetting to pull back that ripe peach. Perhaps he had been frightened by him, because the little siren was trembling violently, causing that big, bright red peach to quiver along with him, as if inviting someone to take a bite.
"Ahem." Wen Chen cleared his throat, looked away, and said softly, "Baby, I'm sorry. Uncle was just in a fit of anger and used some extreme words. But—"
His tone suddenly shifted. "The outside world is very dangerous. Since you broke curfew and snuck out, you must be punished. Otherwise, you won't learn your lesson."
Smack! "Hurry up and get up. Put on your clothes and go home."
Smack! "Stop playing ostrich, unless you don't want your butt anymore."
Smack!
Wen Chen felt a deep flush of shame on his face, but his hand couldn't stop moving; in fact, the slaps were growing even more intense.
In his dictionary, "butt" was an incredibly vulgar word, and spanking was an extremely lewd act. But in front of the person he loved, he couldn't help but say crude things and do lewd acts.
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