Chapter 194 – Blindfold play

Translator: ChuRen/ YuQiChen

“I… I bought him for one night, so…”

Zhao You had only wanted to spend a night cuddling the pretty young boy, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by a fierce figure at the door.

The back of his head ached so badly that his vision blurred. After regaining focus, he saw the man before him radiated an icy chill that kept people at least a thousand miles away, yet his noble aura was impeccable.

“Are you… President Ji?” Zhao You exclaimed in disbelief. He never imagined he would meet this top-tier business giant, a crucial figure in city A’s financial circles — Ji Shinan — here of all places.

“Get lost. Don’t mention anything about tonight to anyone.” The man’s cold, dark eyes stared at him with an intimidating aura.

“Yes… President Ji. I’ll obey.” Zhao You hurriedly agreed. Regardless of Ji Shinan’s status, just the sight of this tall man gripping his collar with bulging veins, looking ready to crush him at any moment, made him too afraid to resist.

Trembling, Zhao You handed the door card to Ji Shinan before staggering out of the hotel.

Ji Shinan pocketed the card, concealed the shadow in his eyes, and quietly closed the door behind him.

The boy was still lying on the luxurious hotel bed.

Hearing the sound, he drowsily lifted his head, facing the door, and softly asked, “A-Nan, where did you just go?”

Even with his eyes covered, the boy’s entire being showed complete trust, obediently awaiting his boyfriend’s return.

The man looked at the boy’s soft lips opening and closing, swallowed, and hoarsely said, “Someone knocked on the wrong door.”

The boy then obediently nodded.

A shadow passed in Ji Shinan’s eyes as he locked the door.

“A-Nan, do we… still want to continue?”

Tang Qing lowered his head embarrassedly, nervously fiddling with his clothes, “Maybe I’m drunk… I feel a bit uncomfortable all over.”

“I’m afraid I won’t perform well.”

Ji Shinan didn’t answer, only greedily gazing at the boy’s fair, delicate face.

He had once come across this young painter at an art exhibition…

That day was his grandmother’s death anniversary, and every year around this time, he couldn’t control his restless mood.

Stuck in traffic, he happened to notice an art exhibition.

He had a clear understanding of himself—just a money-driven businessman covered in the stench of commerce.

But that day, somehow, he was inexplicably drawn into this modest little art show.

While he had a keen nose for business, he was completely clueless about art. He weaved through the noisy crowd and casually glanced at a vividly colourful oil painting.

The colours were bright and eye-catching, unforgettable at first glance, but looking closer, the composition was chaotic and abstract, leaving the meaning unclear.

He didn’t even know why he came here and was about to leave when a clear, youthful voice sounded beside him.

“Hello, do you like this painting?”

Ji Shinan turned his head. The boy tilted his head up, a pair of round, moist apricot eyes gleaming with expectation as he looked at him.

He nodded faintly.

A smile instantly appeared on the boy’s fair face, shallow dimples sweet as honey. The boy began to chatter away, explaining the inspiration behind the painting to Ji Shinan.

The boy’s voice was crisp and pleasant, like silver bells stirred by a summer breeze.

He paid no attention to the details of the painting; instead, his eyes were fixed on the boy’s profile as he spoke, watching the soft, clean fuzz on the boy’s pale face.

Ji Shinan stood there for a long time; the surrounding noise seemed to vanish.

His heart uncontrollably beat for this unfamiliar boy.

It was a cliché story—a man who had been celibate for thirty years falling in love at first sight with a beautiful boy just in his twenties.

That day, he still had a meeting overseas concerning the life or death of the company he had built with his own hands. So before he could get to know the boy, he boarded a plane and left City A.

When he finally had free time a few days later and investigated, he found out the young painter already had a boyfriend.

The man smiled wryly at himself.

He still couldn’t help but stalk the boy for several days, as if punishing himself, watching him paint in the studio every day, bring lunch to his boyfriend, and happily go on dates.

He could tell that the boy loved his boyfriend very much, and his boyfriend treated him well.

Though he lacked morals, he wasn’t the type to forcibly break up a couple.

But now, the boy lay on the bed blindfolded, trusting completely and waiting for him.

Ready to be taken.

Tang Qing licked his lips, a faint blush on his face. Because of the drunkenness, his mouth was dry, and his whole body felt uncomfortably restless.

Just then, a cup of warm water was brought to his lips.

“Tangtang.”

The man called out that sweet name he had silently repeated countless times in his heart, a name as sweet as honey, like the boy himself.

Tang Qing took the water—it was just the right temperature—and drank a few sips. Feeling his boyfriend’s care made him feel somewhat better inside.

“Thank you,” Tang Qing said.

The man watched the boy’s tender pink tongue lick away the water droplets on his lips. His voice was hoarse and rough beyond belief:

“Tangtang, if you don’t want to do this, then we won’t.”

Tang Qing was somewhat surprised to hear this.

He knew Cha Nan had been waiting for this day for a long time, always saying that on his birthday, they would truly make love.

Though it felt a bit awkward, System 99 had told him that Cha Nan was his boyfriend and they had been together for a long time, so he hadn’t opposed it.

Unexpectedly, now at the last moment, Cha Nan was saying no.

Tang Qing felt touched and reached out toward the man, gripping his rough, large hand softly, whispering:

“I… I’m just a little nervous.”

“Just be gentle, and it will be fine.”

Ji Shinan looked at the boy’s delicate, soft expression and swallowed.

He admitted he wasn’t a gentleman, but he wasn’t a beast either.

If he took advantage of the boy’s drunken state… then how was he any different from that Zhao You just now?

He was not human, but the boy—pure and immaculate as white paper—should never be treated this way.

The man gently laid Tang Qing flat on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and said in a deep voice:

“No rush today, Tangtang. You’re drunk and uncomfortable, so just rest for now.”

After speaking, he got up intending to leave.

But a soft, smooth hand urgently grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Tang Qing’s fair face was flushed and hazy, his breath hot as he bit his lower lip, shyly seeking help from his boyfriend:

“I don’t know if it’s because the alcohol was too strong, but I really feel so unwell… my whole body is burning…”

Although Cha Nan had always wanted to coax Tang Qing to bed, Tang Qing had once accidentally seen that Cha Nan watched those explicit Japanese movies with female leads.

Tang Qing didn’t really want to be intimate with Cha Nan, but today, for some reason, his whole body felt as if ants were crawling under his skin, unbearably itchy, as if he had been drugged with an aphrodisiac—completely restless.

He didn’t know what to do and could only ask for help from his boyfriend.

After waiting for a long time without any response from the man, Tang Qing’s voice grew softer and more disappointed, his slender body trembling uncontrollably:

“Do you still prefer girls more?”

Ji Shinan’s brows furrowed deeply, his thin lips tightened. His heart beat rapidly.

He realised that Tang Qing’s boyfriend must have drugged him.

The boy he longed to hold and kiss tenderly was treated like a trade item by his own boyfriend.

Yet the boy was entirely unaware, wholeheartedly relying on his boyfriend’s help.

If it hadn’t been for him passing by by chance today and seeing the boy like this, it would have been someone else.

Like Mr. Zhao, Mr. Li—

Thinking of this, shadows filled Ji Shinan’s dark, narrow phoenix eyes, obscure and unreadable.

“A-Nan, is it okay?”

The boy’s voice was soft, pitiful, helpless, and innocent.

This was the boy he had violated countless times in his dreams, the boy he had been longing for all along.

Ji Shinan knew he wasn’t a good man, but—

Civilisation and morality were the greatest stumbling blocks.

At this moment, an evil voice roared madly inside him.

If Tang Qing truly needed someone to be with him today—

Why couldn’t that person be himself?

Or perhaps, he was just like those others, only thinking about fiercely violating the boy.

But he was different.

Because he would never dishonour Tang Qing, never bring him harm.

He would submit.

He would cherish the boy as a precious treasure.

“Alright.”

The man swallowed hard, his voice low and hoarse.

He would take the place of Tang Qing’s boyfriend and give him the love he deserved.

The boy’s jade-like snowy feet lay bare on the black sheets, delicate and beautiful as porcelain.

The man reached out and touched the pale, smooth skin, noticing the boy’s toes were icy cold.

Whether from the temperature or the drug, when the man’s warm, dry hand met Tang Qing’s palm, the boy sighed softly with comfort.

Ji Shinan gently slipped Tang Qing’s foot inside his shirt, pressing it against his firm, warm abdomen to warm him.

The boy’s exquisitely carved feet gradually warmed up, unable to resist slowly rubbing against the man’s sculpted abdominal muscles. His milky toes curled and rubbed, causing an irresistible itch.

Not too light, not too heavy, he pressed his foot further down—

Until reaching the bulge in the man’s lower abdomen.

The man gazed deeply at the alluring yet unaware boy; his obsidian eyes swirling with desire.

…

The next day, Cha Nan returned to the room at the agreed time.

The room was left with only Tang Qing, quietly asleep. The sunlight gently bathed his profile, peaceful and beautiful.

Looking at Tang Qing lying on the bed, the man’s mood was complicated.

To be fair, he certainly did not dislike Tang Qing.

Tang Qing had delicate, beautiful features, a gentle and adorable personality, and was devoted to him completely.

No one could resist such a boy.

But his company was on the brink—just one more investment away from turning things around. His funding chain had long since broken, and without Mr. Zhao’s investment, his company would face bankruptcy.

Just this once, he owed Tang Qing. Next time, he would treat him well.

Thinking this, he reached out to smooth the bangs falling on Tang Qing’s cheek.

But before his hand could touch his face, a sudden sharp pain hit his groin.

Tang Qing reflexively kicked directly at Cha Nan’s most vulnerable spot.

“Ah!”

Cha Nan let out a miserable scream.

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