Warning: Adult Content (R18)

 

No matter what schemes Wen Muyan tried, whether it was coaxing or forcing him, Xiao Han dodged all of his questions, flatly refusing to answer. Wen Muyan raged in frustration, but he couldn’t do anything.

However, one thing remained certain in his mind: the way Xiao Han died in his previous life was strangely suspicious.

In the blink of an eye, they emptied all the bottles of alcohol on the table. Xiao Han, his cheeks slightly red, collapsed drunk on the sofa. Wen Muyan, who was not in much better shape, however, remained a little more lucid. He vigorously patted Xiao Han's face, who frowned, visibly disturbed.
"What? I don't drink anymore. I'm sleepy..."

“You can’t sleep here, even if you’re tired.” Wen Muyan grabbed his arm, pinching his ear. “Tell your subordinates to escort us back. I don’t want to die on the road from too much alcohol.”

“Don’t pinch, I’m afraid of pain…” Xiao Han replied, slapping his hand as if to swat away a fly. Helping each other up, they staggered, feeling as if the whole world was spinning around them.

Wen Muyan muttered, “You’ve already experienced being killed by a car, so why make a big deal out of a little pain?”

Xiao Han laughed evilly, “Do you think I’m going to tell you that the reason I fought the script in my first life was because that slap was too painful? Don’t think that with your meager skills, you can challenge me. If you dare to hit me again, I’ll lock you up with Zhuo Fan.”

Wen Muyan's lips twitched. "Alright, you win."

When they managed to get dressed and go out, the bodyguards who were waiting for them, worried, were stunned. They watched in horror as the two men, rivals in the middle of a dispute during the day, now walked arm in arm, drunk and inseparable, like two best friends.

The two got into the car. Xiao Han frowned, thought for a moment, then instructed the driver, “Don’t go home. Find a hotel nearby.”

In truth, he simply didn’t want to return and face more mental aggravation. Wen Muyan, who had understood perfectly, gave him a thumbs-up in agreement.

However, the bodyguard went pale with shock at the command. The driver, too, looked horrified—first at his young master, then at Wen Muyan, who sat with his eyes closed. He silently despaired over this world seemingly full of gays, yet couldn’t help but feel a grudging admiration for his young master’s prowess: with just one drink, he’d managed to lure his rival into bed.

“Why aren’t we moving?” Xiao Han shot the driver a cold glare, clearly displeased.

“Oh—yes, yes.” The driver snapped out of his daze, recalling that just two blocks away stood a well-known gay bar, next to a luxurious hotel. Men like that came and went there all the time. If they booked a room there, his young master and his new "favorite" wouldn’t attract too much attention.

With a self-satisfied grin, he drove off quickly, thoughts filled with crude assumptions.

As the car sped through the streets, Xiao Han was about to drift off to sleep. Upon arrival, two bodyguards—each carrying a drunk man—requested a luxury suite. The hotel staff, perfectly professional and unbothered, graciously provided lubricant, condoms, and a few basic toys beside the bed before withdrawing discreetly and shutting the door.

Xiao Han, too drunk to notice any of it, didn’t pay attention. Though he hadn’t addressed his “physiological needs” since the start of his third life, too many things had happened recently for that to even cross his mind.

Now drenched in sweat from the day’s struggle and with the alcohol churning unpleasantly in his stomach, Xiao Han headed groggily to the bathroom to shower. With a few absent-minded motions, he stripped and stepped into the bathtub. The hotel’s service was truly remarkable: the bathwater had already been drawn for him!

Even the soap was ready—wait, why did it feel like someone else was in there?

“Wen Muyan?!” Xiao Han sobered instantly from shock. Without hesitation, he yanked the half-drowned man out of the tub and thumped him on the back.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Don’t tell me you fell asleep in the bath!”

Wen Muyan blinked, spit out a bubble of water, and coughed a few times before coming back to his senses. “Ah… I think I got a little overheated…”

With one foot already in the tub, Xiao Han sighed and stepped back. “Fine. Finish your bath. I’ll take a shower.”

“Oh.” Wen Muyan turned around quickly and began to soap himself up… Wait, something wasn’t right here.

“Say, Xiao Han…”

“What?” Xiao Han was running his fingers through his hair beneath the showerhead. The sound of rushing water made it hard to talk clearly.

“In this kind of situation… shouldn’t you have waited for me to finish first? Aren’t you afraid there might be, I don’t know, misunderstandings?”

“I’m more afraid you’ll drown again if I leave you alone. And besides, we’re both gay. What difference does it make if I see you?”

“It’s precisely because we’re gay that it shouldn’t be like this!” Wen Muyan cried out in despair. He shoved some toilet paper up his nose to stop the bleeding and slumped back into the warm bath.

His gaze instinctively followed the droplets of water trailing down Xiao Han’s naked form. A twinge of regret hit him for turning away too early—but now that he had looked, it was even harder to look away. Soaking in the heat, a pleasant dizziness spread through him, the lingering effects of the alcohol softening his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Xiao Han stood completely naked, unbothered. Whether it was the object swinging between his legs or the curve of his muscular backside, he carried himself with an ease that made it all seem utterly unremarkable—almost invisible.

But the more indifferent Xiao Han acted, the harder it became for Wen Muyan to keep his imagination in check.

His eyes roamed freely, shamelessly drinking in the view. He licked his lips before speaking: “Don’t you think something should happen between regular gays in a situation like this?”

Just then, Xiao Han finished rinsing his hair. He wiped his face, opened his eyes, and looked at Wen Muyan oddly. “What could happen between two tops? A mutual handjob?”

“…”

This reply was like a final blow, instantly shattering Wen Muyan's countless steamy fantasies. This guy was not only childish but also annoying. Wen Muyan's eyes narrowed, a smile playing on his lips. He stepped out of the bathtub, walked over to Xiao Han, and embraced him from behind. One hand gently stroked Xiao Han's chest, while the other slid down to wrap around a vital part of him, pulling gently.

“How will you know if you don’t try?” Wen Muyan whispered, his lips brushing against Xiao Han’s ear. The soft, intoxicating words were more potent than any drink they'd had at the bar. A shiver of drunkenness and lust coursed down Xiao Han's spine.

“Mm—” Xiao Han instinctively grabbed Wen Muyan's wrist, but pleasure soon made him relax. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and spoke with a determination that left no room for refusal. “I want to be the top, otherwise there’s nothing to discuss.”

Wen Muyan looked somewhat surprised. “Why?”

Xiao Han's answer was disarmingly simple. “I’m afraid of pain.”

“…Okay.” Wen Muyan was momentarily baffled by how much this boy feared pain, but positions didn't matter much to him.

Now, it was Xiao Han's turn to be surprised. “Do you agree?”

“Why not?” Wen Muyan replied. “Someone has to take the lead, or we might as well do nothing. Can you stop talking and just feel this?” He pressed closer, his voice laced with urgency. “Can’t you see I’m hard? Quickly, touch me—”

Xiao Han's eyes darkened with desire. He turned around, grabbed the back of Wen Muyan's head, and kissed him fiercely. Under the foamy hot water, his body burned with need. His hands eagerly roamed Wen Muyan's back, exploring every soft and delicate sensation. The warmth and slipperiness of the water intensified each touch, his fingers tracing lines of fire. Sliding down to Wen Muyan's waist, Xiao Han wrapped his hands around his buttocks, kneading them with feverish ardor.

Their tongues danced and clashed, unable to resist the urge to nibble and suck. No matter how hard they tried to steal each other's breath, it was never enough. Their breaths quickened, bodies entwined tightly, and Wen Muyan grasped both of their erect members, caressing them relentlessly. Soon, the heat of their flesh became even more slippery and wet.

The friction against his chest only heightened Xiao Han's desire. He pressed Wen Muyan against the glass wall of the shower, released his reddened lips, and leaned down to suck and kiss his neck.

“Mmm…” Freed from the kiss, Wen Muyan couldn’t hold back a passionate moan. With his eyes closed, he panted, thrusting his hips with slight difficulty. His stomach fluttered as he murmured, “Almost… I’m going to…”

Xiao Han took control, feeling the climax approaching. He placed his mouth on Wen Muyan's nipple, nibbling and licking it until it swelled.

“…Hah…Xiao Han…” It was as if Wen Muyan had been stung by a bee. Clutching the head buried in his chest, he tilted his own head back, unable to bear the sensations. With his fingers, he couldn’t help but tease his other neglected nipple.

Xiao Han suddenly raised his head and kissed Wen Muyan again, this time even more intensely. Wen Muyan threw his arms around Xiao Han's neck, responding passionately. Under their frantic movements, Xiao Han finally felt the release in his hand, the fluids landing on their long legs and dripping down under the shower.

Xiao Han exhaled, his head resting in the crook of Wen Muyan's shoulder, enjoying his own ecstasy with his eyes closed. Wen Muyan hugged him tightly, his lips lightly brushing Xiao Han's neck. After the intense release, the alcohol rushed back to his head. Opening his eyes drowsily, he muttered, “Let’s go back to bed after drying ourselves. If we continue to shower, our skin will start to wrinkle.”

“Xiao Han?”

"Hey—" Wen Muyan pushed him off. The man had indeed closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

"That bastard!"

Turning off the water, Wen Muyan hurriedly dried them both off, dragged and shoved the man until he finally managed to get him into bed. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of him, panting, and slapped his face in frustration. "You fall asleep just like that? I'm not done yet!"

The drowsy Xiao Han furrowed his brows and pushed away the hand disturbing his sleep. He seemed to be dreaming and mumbled with irritation, "Go away… Even if you kill me, I’ll never tell you..."

"Tell me what?" Wen Muyan was baffled.

"I won’t tell you that I laughed myself to death in my last life..."

" ... "

 

Translator : DarNan