The hangover felt awful. When Qin Mu woke from the haze, Shen Liu had already gone to class and had even thoughtfully cancelled his alarm. The room had been tidied up simply, and on the table was a fried egg sandwich—one of the very few things Young Master Shen knew how to make.

       Everything that had happened the previous night felt like a dream. Qin Mu struggled in the push and pull of affirmation and denial for a long time, until he finally summoned the courage to ‘get things clear’, each step toward the library taken with the solemnity of marching to his own execution.

       He found Shen Liu beside a shelf of math books. Before he even opened his mouth, he was already a bundle of nerves. The lines he had rehearsed a thousand times all turned into stammers.

       “Shen Liu, to you…what am I?”

       “π.”

       “…What?” He was stunned.

       “In every circle, there hides a mischievous and fascinating infinite non-repeating decimal. It’s an inner law, yet impossible to precisely calculate. It requires constant deduction and pondering—just like someone secretly kept in your heart…”

       The book slipped from his hand as his fingertips brushed past Qin Mu’s cheek, gently hooking his collar and pulling him into his arms. The tender and lingering kiss was more intoxicating than liquor, making one willingly drown in it.

       Qin Mu moved back into the little apartment and began a cohabitation life with a proper title. Both of them were rational types, considerate of each other, and as they grew to understand one another deeply through daily life, they turned out to be highly compatible in every way, except… sex.

       Qin Mu had grown up without proper sex education. When he discovered his ‘abnormal’ orientation during adolescence, he never received the right guidance. The time he had spent at the correctional school had only made things worse, leaving him with a deep fear of sexual activity. Even though he tried his best to cooperate with Shen Liu, his body instinctively resisted penetration. That state of being terrified to death but still forcing himself to go through with it made Shen Liu unable to hold back a laugh. “What are you trying to do, die heroically?”

       Qin Mu, who was red from head to toe, buried his face in his arms and mumbled, “Then maybe I should just use my hand…”

       “My little Liu boy was raised all these years just to be jerked off by you?” Shen Liu pretended to be fierce and thrust his hips against Qin Mu’s backside. He gave Qin Mu’s butt two loud smacks, as if still unsatisfied. “What a waste of a war hero. Get up!”

       Feeling guilty, Qin Mu got up quietly, only to see Shen Liu lie down and push his own, already slicked fingers into his body. While Qin Mu was still in a daze, an unopened condom had already been tossed onto his face. Shen Liu spread his legs apart with difficulty and said through gritted teeth, “You better get to it before I change my mind…”

       Qin Mu never imagined Shen Liu would actually be willing to bottom. Shocked, he asked twice in a row, “Are you sure?”

       Shen Liu gnashed his teeth. “…Are you doing it or not?”

       Overcome with emotion, Qin Mu leaned down to hug and kiss him, trailing kisses all the way down to his lower abdomen, then gave a tentative lick on the tip of the still-soft little Liu boy.

       Shen Liu arched his neck and let out a long breath. “You little bastard, you sure learn fast.”

       As it turned out, once a greenhorn got fired up, his combat power could be terrifying. Shen Liu, who was usually strong as an ox, was almost thoroughly worn out. He gasped for breath, his waist giving out, as he clung to Qin Mu’s neck and bit him hard. “Sooner or later… I’ll make you pay for this.”

       And so, both of them broke new ground that night. Qin Mu lost his virginity, and Shen Liu got his ass popped. The experience was, at the very least, novel.

       Afterwards, Qin Mu nervously asked, “Does it hurt?” Shen Liu let out a cold snort, lying face down on the pillow. Qin Mu massaged his waist while asking again, “Just now… was it uncomfortable?”

       Shen Liu turned his head to look at him, face full of complexity. “Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the word ‘comfortable’?”

       Qin Mu stifled a laugh. “The way you were moaning, I thought you liked it.”

       Shen Liu suddenly flipped over and lunged at him. Qin Mu sprang off the bed and ran. Shen Liu, sore and aching, couldn’t catch up and gritted his teeth. “Get back here! I’ll make you moan!”

       Despite all the ruckus, Shen Liu never really laid a hand on him. He truly loved Qin Mu, he loved him enough to change his own boundaries. Qin Mu understood this deeply. In the days that followed, he fully demonstrated the professional quality of a ‘child bride’. He served tea, cooked, massaged, always gentle and obedient, ready to come when called.

       Shen Liu had always meant what he said. Once his waist stopped hurting and his legs could run a full basketball game again, he began Qin Mu’s ‘payback’ training with full force.

       One evening after self-study, Qin Mu came home to receive a ‘gift’ from him. When he opened it, his face turned red instantly. It was a vibrator.

       “Do it yourself. Show me.” Shen Liu sat leisurely on the edge of the bed.

       Qin Mu was dying of embarrassment but didn’t want to spoil the fun. He had no choice but to obediently comply. After a hasty bit of prep, he was about to insert it when Shen Liu flicked his half-erect c0ck hard.

       Shen Liu stripped off his shirt and unzipped his jeans, holding the condom packet between his teeth, spreading his legs in front of him with a seductive smile. “If you’re ready, here’s your reward.”

       The sight made Qin Mu instantly hard. He pushed the vibrator into his body with some difficulty, but before he could even turn it on, he already cum, earning a good round of ridicule from Shen Liu. Once he recovered, Qin Mu pounced like a leopard, pinned Shen Liu down, and bit his earlobe. His movements were fierce, but his bite was gentle. The man underneath didn’t resist at all, allowing Qin Mu to ravage him, letting out muffled moans as he was thrust into.

       Shen Liu was like a meticulous gardener, full of patience in cultivating Qin Mu’s ‘sexuality’. With the help of toys, seductive teasing, and endless creativity, he gradually soothed Qin Mu’s trauma. He lured him into opening up his body to accept the feeling of being ‘penetrated’.

       After nearly two months of training, Shen Liu began a more advanced attempt. He had Qin Mu tie him up.

       “Be good, just treat me like a vibrator,” Shen Liu lay flat on the bed, his limbs bound, smiling as he gave instructions. “But first, you’ll have to make my ‘stick’ stand up.”

       With a completely unthreatening posture, he handed over all control to Qin Mu.

       At the moment of union, Qin Mu leaned down with tears in the corners of his eyes and kissed him deeply. Their bodies connected, chests pressed together, impossible to tell one from the other.

       Qin Mu, when aroused, was both shy and wild, resisting and craving at once. He was a beautiful contradiction that drove the thoroughly bound Shen Liu nearly insane. His wrists and ankles were chafed and swollen from being tied so tightly, and afterwards, Qin Mu felt distressed over it for quite some time.

       A few days later, Shen Liu mysteriously said he was going to take Qin Mu to ‘broaden his horizons’.

       It was a private club hidden within the city, with no signboard and no service for strangers. Qin Mu had no idea how Shen Liu had managed to obtain a membership.

       He originally thought it was some sort of niche art exhibition, but what he saw left him stunned.

       The tools were ropes, and the canvas was the human body. Soft yet resilient ropes transformed into winding, intricate lines, creating a visual beauty full of tension upon the body-as-canvas, a powerful shock to Qin Mu’s senses.

       “What is this…?” he asked.

       “Rope art,” The female rope artist from Japan explained earnestly in somewhat imperfect Chinese, “Binding and restraint can bring a sense of calm, allow one to feel life, and help one find oneself.”

       “Let’s learn it together,” Shen Liu lured him with a face that could bring down a nation and people. “To spice things up a little.”

       Qin Mu blushed and glared at him. “Tie you up?”

       “You tie me, I tie you. Fair and square.” Shen Liu casually extended both hands toward him. “Come on.”

       To everyone’s surprise, Qin Mu showed extraordinary talent in this area. Not only did he quickly master various knots and binding methods, but he also explored even more creative possibilities with the cooperation of his ‘partner’ Shen Liu.

       The owner of the rope art club introduced them to a small BDSM circle, opening the door to an underground world. They quickly unlocked skill trees that made one’s blood race and left people addicted.

       At the time, they loved each other deeply. In their eyes, there was only one another. They were willing to do anything for each other. Shen Liu enjoyed the look of restraint and yearning on Qin Mu’s face under his guidance, and he was also happy to submit to Qin Mu’s commands, to be tied and restrained. Qin Mu, in turn, worked hard to overcome his psychological barriers to please Shen Liu, even becoming unrecognizably aroused in his presence.

       But the road of life is long, and in the end, they parted ways amidst a storm of sand and dust.

       Qin Mu never handed over control to another person again. He picked up the whip and fully became a dom.

       Looking at himself in the mirror, he sometimes felt he looked exactly like Shen Liu.

       And Shen Liu?

       Was he still playing these games?

       Had he knelt before someone else, been tied up, whipped?

       Or did he already have a favored sub, whispering the same sweet words he once said to Qin Mu?

       …

       Qin Mu’s mind was a complete mess. Footsteps approached from a distance. He opened his eyes.

       Shen Liu’s face overlapped perfectly with how he remembered it, as if nothing had ever changed.

       He stared, dazed. “Why are you sleeping here?” Shen Liu reached out his hand to him.

       Qin Mu came back to his senses, avoided his hand, stood up, grabbed a towel and wiped his sweat, quickly composing himself. “When are you giving my luggage back?”

       “You want it?” Shen Liu teased. “Call me ‘Dear gege’ and let me hear it.”

       Qin Mu ignored him, dr4p3d the towel over his shoulders, and headed straight upstairs. Shen Liu walked behind him with his hands in his pockets, swaying leisurely all the way to the door of the room. Qin Mu blocked him outside. “Anything else?”

       Shen Liu leaned against the doorframe with one hand and smiled. “Free guest room medicine-application service.”

       The next second, the door closed in his face.

       Nearly getting his hand caught, Shen Liu clicked his tongue and leisurely pulled out a key. By the time Qin Mu finished showering, Shen Liu was already sitting on the sofa fiddling with a bottle of medicated oil, the room filled with the cooling scent of mint.

       “Come over and lie down. Let me give you a proper massage.” Still persistent after being shut out, Shen Liu was like an overzealous elementary schooler determined to help an old lady cross the street, brimming with an almost ridiculous enthusiasm.

       The spot on Qin Mu’s lower back that had taken a hit yesterday was indeed much more painful today. He ran a hand through his still-damp hair and said, “Don’t you have a massage therapist? Let him do it.”

       “Fired,” Shen Liu replied without missing a beat.

       “When?” Qin Mu frowned. Tao Ze had just told him this morning that the therapist was still around.

       “Just now,” Shen Liu tilted his head, unreasonable as ever. “I’m the only massage technician left in the entire house. Whether you want it or not, you’re getting it.”

       Qin Mu was speechless. Lips tight, he lay down on the bed. Thanks to regular workouts, the lines of his back were strikingly beautiful. The muscle contours from the nape of his neck down his shoulders to his waist resembled undulating mountain ridges.

       Technician Shen casually tugged away the obstructive towel and placed his warmed-up hands on Qin Mu’s lower back. As he gently kneaded and pressed, the teasing talk flowed non-stop:

       “Does it hurt?”

       “Too much pressure?”

       “Be good, just relax, I’ll go softer.”

       “Feel better now?”

       “If it hurts, cry out. Stop always holding it in.”

       “Want to try a different position?”

       Qin Mu kept his eyes closed the entire time, letting him perform his act alone. His body was tense at first, but gradually relaxed. The familiar touch of those hands deceived the brain, conjuring up memories of the distant past.

       The cramped, stifling rental room.

       The sore, aching back.

       The pungent scent of medicated oil.

       And those murmured words of affection by his ear.

       “My Little Log’s had a hard day. Come here, let big brother give you a massage…”

       His consciousness slowly sank in a haze, drifting below the surface like a leaf on water. Yet the lingering trace of reason struck like a warning bell, thudding heavily against his heart.

       Qin Mu snapped awake.

       Shen Liu sensed the sudden tension in Qin Mu’s back and paused. “Does it hurt?”

       “That’s enough,” Qin Mu said, turning over and sitting up.

       “Then let’s go downstairs and eat.” Shen Liu packed away the ointment and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. Water flowed across his palms, washing away the remaining warmth. He repeatedly rubbed his long fingers, as if reluctant to let go of the sensation from earlier. Looking up at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn’t help but mock himself silently—

       What kind of expression is that? Why do you look like such a pervert?

       When he came out, Qin Mu was already dressed. Shen Liu pulled a small box from his pocket and handed it over. “Got your glasses fixed. Try them on.”

       Qin Mu took the box. The prescription was accurate and the details nearly identical. If not for the lack of that distinctive scratch on the inner arm, he would’ve thought they were the original pair. As far as he knew, that model had already been discontinued. He had no idea where the ever-resourceful Master Shen had managed to find one.

       But the other man didn’t mention it at all. He just stood at the doorway, urging him, “Let’s go, I’m starving.”


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