Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Xu Yan had never been kissed so fiercely before—or rather, bitten, licked, and sucked.

Wen Sinian gripped Xu Yan’s hair with one hand, his scorching tongue wreaking havoc in the warm, tender cavity of Xu Yan’s mouth.

Drool gathered in Xu Yan’s mouth, only to be eagerly lapped up, nearly swallowing his tongue along with it.

The dazzling chandelier overhead spun relentlessly, its glare stinging his eyes.

Eyes half-closed and dazed, Xu Yan’s mind grew foggy from the lack of oxygen, his consciousness barely coherent.

All he could feel was the hem of his skirt being lifted, a chill creeping in at first, then quickly replaced by burning warmth.

His waist was seized, and he was abruptly flipped onto his stomach, a large hand pressing firmly against the small of his back, holding him down firmly, pinning him to the mattress as if nailed in place, rendering him immobile.

Wen Sinian moved to the foot of the bed, observing for a moment before deciding it wasn’t enough. He slowly lowered his head.

Xu Yan felt like a fish laid out on a chopping block, freshly caught and glistening with moisture, like honey-glazed cream.

The tiny maid dress had a large white bow at the back, made of lace, clearly quickly tied. Despite its sloppiness, the cascading layers of the skirt swayed beautifully.

Like an exquisitely wrapped gift, waiting to be unwrapped by hand.

But the night was long—there was no need to rush.

The fluffy chestnut head, initially tilted to the side, now buried itself completely into the sheets after emitting a few embarrassed whimpers, only occasionally letting out breathless whines.

Like a hungry predator dragging its prey back to its den for a slow feast, Wen Sinian took his time tasting him leisurely at first, as if indulging in a sweet appetizer.

Licking his lips, Wen Sinian flipped Xu Yan over and pulled him up from the sheets.

Having been overwhelmed, the little face buried in the bedding struggled for breath, flushed and dewy.

Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes, overflowing as Wen Sinian cupped his cheeks and kissed the corners of his eyes.

The tears trailed down his collarbone before disappearing into the low neckline.

Wen Sinian sat at the foot of the bed, pulling Xu Yan onto his lap, legs spread and facing him.

This was their most familiar embrace, but Xu Yan, so exposed, felt utterly insecure.

And Wen Sinian’s earlier act of slipping under his skirt had actually made him cry.

It wasn’t the first time he’d felt their difference in strength, but this was the most glaring—and dangerous—instance yet.

For a moment, he’d feared he might suffocate, convinced Wen Sinian wouldn’t let go, feeling utterly wronged.

"Alright, baby, no more crying, okay?" Wen Sinian played with the bow’s ties at his back, twirling it around his fingers before soothingly stroking his spine. "Don’t you want your husband to kiss you?"

Xu Yan clung to him, arms wrapped around his waist, his voice shaky with protest.

"You can kiss my lips, but… who said you could kiss *there*…?"

It wasn’t just kissing—he’d even licked.

Even though he’d just showered and was clean…

Wasn't it dirty…?

"Your husband loves you, baby. Of course I love every part of you, want to kiss every part," Wen Sinian simply stated. "Not when you’re dressed like this—wasn’t it to tempt me?"

Xu Yan had no defense. "No… I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to tempt you. I just wanted to try it on myself. How was I supposed to know you’d walk in…?"

"Didn’t the front desk tell you these rooms are connected? I messaged you, but you didn’t reply. I came because I was worried." Wen Sinian explained briefly before tilting Xu Yan’s chin up, sucking lightly on his tongue. "I didn’t buy this skirt for you. Did you get it yourself?"

Xu Yan’s face burned. He shook his head, then nodded.

Though his upperclassman had given it to him, he’d packed it himself—and he’d put it on willingly, keeping his promise to Wen Sinian.

Long fingers tugged lightly at the bow’s ribbon, and with a slow slide, the already loose tie slipped down his smooth skin.

"Are you giving yourself to me as a gift, baby?"

Wen Sinian buried his face against Xu Yan’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating sweet scent, tightening his embrace until soft whimpers spilled into his ear, warm breath against his skin.

Overwhelming possessiveness thrummed in his veins. The garter belts stretched taut, the delicate fabric straining as if on the verge of tearing.

Even beneath him, Wen Sinian controlled the situation.

"Your thighs are exposed, and you’re wearing thigh highs."

"It's so short in back."

"How did you know exactly what your husband likes to see?"

"You even wore the lingerie I got you. So obedient, baby."

"Let your husband get a better look, okay?"

Though phrased as a question, his actions allowed no refusal.

Xu Yan was flipped effortlessly, like a doll, until he lay face-down across Wen Sinian’s lap.

He felt tears coming again, his voice shook. "No… don’t look…"

The round, petite bunny tail made a small bump under the skirt, hidden beneath its layers.

Wen Sinian gave it a sudden flick.

Xu Yan jerked sharply, thrashing until his knee collided with something hard. Wen Sinian hissed softly, his grip loosening slightly.

Taking advantage, Xu Yan scrambled up and burrowed under the covers, hiding everything but his flushed face.

His skirt was damp—had it stained the sheets? Would housekeeping notice in the morning?

Too overwhelmed to think, he simply stared at Wen Sinian with teary eyes.

Frowning, Wen Sinian reached for the trembling lump under the blankets. "Come out."

Xu Yan shook his head frantically, curling up tighter, terrified of being dragged back out.

Wen Sinian’s expression darkened for a fleeting moment before shifting into one of forced calm. He braced a hand on the bed, the other pressing against his forehead as he took a deep, steadying breath.

There was no movement or words for a long while.

Xu Yan had never seen Wen Sinian display such a fragile demeanor before. Studying him for a moment, Xu Yan knew something was wrong and mumbled, "Y-you... what's wrong?"

So painfully innocent.

Already melting, already caught.

Wen Sinian's chest trembled faintly, letting out an almost imperceptible chuckle.

Yet his tone shifted, low and laced with sorrow.

"It's nothing."

Xu Yan grew even more worried, even shuffling forward under the blanket to his side, cautiously reaching out a hand to touch his forehead.

"It's a little warm... Are you running a fever?"

Seizing the opportunity, Wen Sinian grasped his hand, his gaze smoldering as he murmured, "Worried about me?"

Xu Yan's lips still swollen from kisses, and he nodded obediently.

"I am worried," he murmured, sensing Wen Sinian truly wasn't well. "Are you in pain?"

"Mhm," Wen Sinian brought his hand to his lips, pressing light kisses, his voice gravelly with want. "In pain. Like I'm dying."

Xu Yan went pale with alarm, the blanket slipping from his shoulders to his waist, his fair skin now flushed a delicate rosy.

"Should we go to the hospital? Or maybe I should call the front desk first—they must have a med kit here..."

As Xu Yan made to rise, his feet barely touching the floor, an arm wrapped around his waist from behind, pulling him back into Wen Sinian's embrace.

"None of that," a large hand roamed greedily. "Remember what I told you about my condition before?"

Xu Yan nodded. "I remember."

"Tell me."

"You said you'd often need me... to hold you, kiss you," Xu Yan trembled faintly in his arms. "But we already did that earlier... Why isn't it working now...?"

Wen Sinian adjusted the crooked garter and stockings on him, fussing over the details.

"Addiction is physiological instinct. Like how the moment I see you, I want to hold you, kiss you, fuck you."

Xu Yan flushed at his vulgarity, stammering, "A-addiction...?"

Wen Sinian kissed the corner of his lips, smiling as he added, "Sexual addiction."

Even Xu Yan, oblivious as he could be, understood—he meant an addiction to *that*.

A dependency on *that*.

How... how did he get like this...?

There was a flicker of fear, but more than that, understanding—and a twinge of pity.

No wonder his kisses always felt so filthy. Maybe he was just a born degenerate.

"You led me on, baby. Aren't you going to take responsibility?"

As he spoke, Wen Sinian guided Xu Yan's hand...

Xu Yan flushed crimson and quickly pulled away, his palm still tingled from the heat, throbbing like a heartbeat, like a brand.

His chest tightened strangely. Something felt off, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

Wen Sinian tightened his embrace, leaning close to whisper in his ear, his voice coaxing, breathy, "Please, baby?"

Xu Yan felt dizzy. Today was a blur of unreal moments—his grandmother's transfer to a hospital in the north, his sudden trip to the harbor city for diving, even staying in this luxurious ocean-view suite.

Including being half-dressed, being held and manhandled by Wen Sinian.

Wen Sinian had no intention of letting him go. With Xu Yan pliant under him, he continued, "I brought you to the harbor city because I wanted to. I moved back to the dorm to see you every day. I had your grandmother transferred to the north to make you happy."

"Baby, everything I do is for you. I’m crazy about you."

Slowly, deliberately, he pinned the yielding body deeper into the mattress.

"Be mine forever?"

Xu Yan gazed at him hazily, his heart ballooned, light with warmth, floating weightlessly toward the clouds, nearly taking flight.

No one had ever cherished him like this—not before, and surely never again.

Love was such a foreign thrill, capable of making an unrelated person offer their whole heart to him.

So, slowly, achingly slow, he nodded.

Taking that as consent, Wen Sinian leaned down to kiss him.

But this was no chaste kiss. Xu Yan didn't know how things had escalated like this.

He hadn't agreed to *this*, but he’d been deliberately misled.

Once unleashed, hunger surged, unstoppable.

Wen Sinian buried himself deep in Xu Yan's hair, inhaling his scent, devouring every whimper.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a low, satisfied sigh.

After holding back for so long, he'd finally gotten his wish.

He had all of Xu Yan now.

Like a beast marking its territory, he would claim every inch of Xu Yan, making him irrevocably his.

White stars exploded behind Xu Yan’s eyelids.

His skirt was hiked up, rucked up to his ribs.

He was even thinner than expected, all lean angles—just a thin layer of snow-white skin stretched taut over his hipbones.

Thankfully, his ligaments were limp as a ragdoll. However roughly he was folded, he only whimpered softly a few times before adapting.

But some things were beyond adaptation. His belly burned with strain, his cheek even brushing against the stockings on his own calf.

The garter had been torn loose at some point, hanging in tatters before his eyes.

Tears blurred his vision as he shook with sobs, his cries spilling out in trembling, broken whines.

His tears were nearly spent when he was finally lifted by the waist.

Carried a few steps, Xu Yan almost lost his breath, slumping against Wen Sinian’s shoulder, nearly fainting.

His dazed gaze accidentally caught the full-length mirror placed by the bed.

In the mirror, the two of them, with their starkly contrasting builds, were pressed tightly together—the delicate, flushed figure, damp with sweat, effortlessly cradled like a child in the tall, muscular man’s arms.

After just one glance, he shut his eyes in panic, too afraid to look again.

On the table in the room sat a bottle of wine, prepared in advance, spiked with an aphrodisiac.

Wen Sinian hadn’t planned to use it on him on the first day, but things had already come to this. He poured a full glass.

After drinking most of it himself, he poured the remaining drops, without missing a single one, into the mouth of the person in his arms.

Xu Yan, desperately thirsty, swallowed it all obediently.

Before he could even finish swallowing, he was carried to the balcony.

His throat burned uncomfortably, gagging slightly as the dark red wine trickled down the corner of his lips.

Eyes fluttering weakly, his voice thick with sobs, he whimpered, “No more… too much… it hurts… mmph…”

Wen Sinian shifted him around, letting him hang between his arms as they both gazed at the nightscape beyond the balcony.

“That’s my good boy,” he murmured soothingly into his ear, “it won’t hurt for much longer.”