The days passed by quietly. Zhuo Yue spent every day in Hanguan very fulfillingly. He worked out, watched movies, memorised scripts, and practised acting, and Fang Mingyan would often give him some tips and guidance.

       Zhuo Yue went out for a jog that night. When he came back, he found an unfamiliar pair of men’s shoes in the hallway.

       He went up to the third floor and looked up at the corner of the stairs. The light in the corridor on the fourth floor was on. Apparently, Fang Mingyan was ‘entertaining’ his guests in the cage.

       Zhuo Yue didn’t know anything about BDSM before, and he didn’t know what it was until he met Fang Mingyan. The man had many different subs, and Zhuo Yue had seen at least five in the time he had lived here. Fang Mingyan’s attitude towards them was respectful and rigorous. For example, one of the subs was unwilling to show his face, so when he came, the man would ask Zhuo Yue to avoid him. Similarly, their attitude towards Fang Mingyan was as submissive and humble as slaves. Every ‘Master’ word that they said came from the bottom of their hearts, and every look in their eyes was full of adoration. Sometimes, Zhuo Yue didn’t even feel like they were playing a game; the characters and themselves seemed to have become one. He couldn’t understand this relationship, but he had always been tolerant of others, and this tolerance also included accepting different interests and lifestyles. Therefore, he had no particular objection or resistance to Fang Mingyan’s hobbies. Zhuo Yue had never gone upstairs to peep since he caught a cold after taking a cold shower after seeing that unconventional sexual act last time. Subconsciously, he was afraid that he would react in such a way that would make him feel that he was abnormal.

       But Zhuo Yue, who was stopped at the stairs today, couldn’t help but look up with his face raised. He couldn’t explain why, but something in his body seemed to be restless, urging him to go up step by step as if he was possessed by poison and couldn’t control himself. When he came to his senses, he was already standing on the last step of the fourth floor, with the closed black door in front of him.

       Because of its special way of use, the ‘cage’ was designed with sound insulation in mind. The closed door at this moment separated the two worlds, and no sound could be heard. However, just by looking at it, many erotic and lustful images would appear in Zhuo Yue’s mind, such as the tied body, the red whip marks on the naked skin, and the mottled mucus…

       He could seem to hear sounds in my ears, unbearable gasping, ambiguous moans, cries when the climax comes…

       The brain involuntarily fabricated everything. The desire for sensory stimulation occupied the entire world, blurring the boundaries between reality and illusion.


       The blood seemed to boil out of thin air, flowing through the body and stirring up desires that were gradually awakening. He let out a long breath as his hand touched his swollen lower abdomen. The last bit of reason was swallowed up, and he was dragged by the devil into the quagmire of desire. The texture of the sweatpants was soft, and the friction between the palms of the fabric gradually increased, and the breathing became more and more rapid. Just as the thirst for desire clamoured to take over his entire body, the door in front of him suddenly opened without warning.

       Fang Mingyan, who was pushing out the door, was startled when he saw Zhuo Yue standing by the stairs. His eyes stayed on the flushed face for a few seconds, then went down, landing on the awkward part blocked by his hand. He understood the situation somewhat and closed the door behind him.

       His sudden appearance made Zhuo Yue freeze on the spot. Panic and shame made him turn around and run away like a frightened deer. At this moment, he was so confused that he could not remember that he was already standing on the edge of the stairs. He stepped on the empty void with his right foot, lost his balance and was about to fall. At that moment, a big hand grabbed his arm tightly and pulled him into his arms.

       Hanguan, wrapped in the night, was brightly lit. In the corridor on the fourth floor, Zhuo Yue, who was still in shock, was held in Fang Mingyan’s arms.

       Close to each other, face to face.

       “Always so careless,” the man’s low voice whispered into Zhuo Yue’s ear, like the deep tones of a nocturne, captivating and melodious. It sounded like reprimand yet carried a hint of indulgent intimacy.

       Zhuo Yue felt that the heat was steaming again as if being roasted by a slow fire, and a fine layer of sweat formed on his back. He looked up awkwardly. Fang Mingyan’s eyes were deep and dark, and under the straight bridge of his nose, his thin lips seemed to always have a vague smile, making it difficult for people to see through.

       “Lust is a necessity of life.” The man held Zhu Yue’s waist, changed the angle and pressed him against the wall, whispering in a low voice, “How to get pleasure from desire is my area of expertise. So, I can help you.”

       “No need…I…” Zhuo Yue’s dry refusal was blocked by the hand that covered his lower abdomen; his body shivered, and a gasp escaped from his parched throat.

       The other man’s hand covered the raised part between his legs through soft sweatpants. Zhuo Yue’s face turned bright red. Breathing became difficult, and his heartbeat easily fell out of rhythm in the resonance between them.

       “Don’t… Let it go…” He tried to push the other person away, but his lower body was shaken by the pain from the other person’s strong grip, “Ah─”

       “Don’t move.” Fang Mingyan’s deep voice had a bewitching tone, “You don’t need to do anything. Just leave everything to me.”

       With his most vulnerable part being held in someone’s hands, Zhuo Yue did not dare to struggle anymore and could only beg for mercy, “Let me go. This is wrong. I don’t need you to help me do this kind of thing… Nhg…” When the man’s hand began to stroke up and down, his body trembled, and he let out a suppressed nasal sound uncontrollably. The sound was soft and gentle, like a cat’s meowing.

       As a top Dom, Fang Mingyan’s control over Sub was absolutely outstanding. He knew how to arouse desire and make the other person feel pleasure. The loose sweatpants had already slipped to the ground. The friction between the gentle and sometimes heavy movements and the underwear made Zhuo Yue twist his waist impatiently, “Fang Mingyan, stop it… let go…”

       “It’s getting harder and harder.” The man chuckled and put his hand into his underwear, wrapped his sac with his palm, then slowly moved it upward and used his fingertips to scratch the small hole exposed at the top of his genitals, and he got what he wanted. He heard the other party’s rapid breathing.

       Zhuo Yue, who was completely aroused by Fang Mingyan’s desire, lost the ability to think. All his feelings were concentrated on the place where the man’s palm touched, like a lonely ship lost in the stars and unable to find its way back. All that remained of his sanity was the inescapable sense of shame. He closed his eyes tightly, bit his lips until they were blood red, and tried his best to control himself, not wanting to let out a shameful moan.

       “Don’t hold it back.” Fang Mingyan changed the angle, letting him lean against the wall, and calmed his emotions softly, “I am the only one here. No one else will hear you. Relax.”

       “Hngh ngh…” As the speed of his strokes increased, Zhuo Yue finally let out a moan that sounded like a cry. There was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and his rose-coloured lips were open, panting like a fish out of water. His head was thrown back as if he couldn’t bear it and wanted more. Zhuo Yue, who was in the throes of passion, was so seductive that the colour of the man’s eyes deepened, and the movements of his hands became more and more intense. Zhuo Yue, who rarely masturbated, couldn’t stand his teasing like this. He yelled and ejaculated and fell limply in his arms while trembling. It took a while for him to recover from the afterglow of his climax. He was very embarrassed and wanted to break away, but Fang Mingyan firmly trapped Zhuo Ye between him and the wall.

       “Do you feel good?” the man asked.

       Zhuo Yue’s cheeks were red, and he stared at him with his watery eyes without saying anything. His slender neck was exposed from the loose collar, his hair was messed up, and his Adam’s apple was trembling. This man with an ascetic temperament exuded a unique and alluring aura at this moment, which made Fang Mingyan lose his concentration. He stared at the person in his arms, frowned slightly, and slowly moved his head downward.

       The originally tight distance became even closer.

       It was so close that it was disconcerting.

       Zhuo Yue couldn’t tell whose heart was beating non-stop. He felt as if the oxygen around him had been drained, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. His mind was in chaos, and he couldn’t say a word. However, there seemed to be a crack somewhere in the bottom of his heart, and a thin and soft light shone through.

       Time froze, and everything stood still. Only the tiny airflow brought by the man’s warm breath intertwined and lingered between his breaths. The eyelashes fluttered down, covering his eyes.

       Just when he was about to close his eyes, the other party laughed softly and asked, “Do you need another round?”

       Zhuo Yue froze, lowered his head, and pushed him away hard. He then went downstairs in three steps at a time.

       The man standing at the top of the stairs looked at his back, his eyes deep and did not move for a long time.

       When Zhuo Yue returned to the room, he immersed himself in the bathtub as if he wanted to use the water to block out the unbearable reality. However, the body faithfully remembered the absurd and exciting interaction just now.

       The warmth of being wrapped, the pleasure of being rubbed… This should have been the most private secret, but because of another person’s intervention, it brought unprecedented stimulation and pleasure. At this moment, he was shamelessly thinking about everything just now.

       At that time, the moment before the climax, the only person who appeared in his mind…

       The name he almost called out…

       Zhuo Yue, who was about to suffocate, suddenly stood up from his sitting position and breathed in panic.

       He was like a drowning man, clinging to the edge of the bathtub and hanging his head.

       It’s wrong… there must be something wrong.

       This must not continue.

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