Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Jiang Mo’s mouth fell open. He felt like he had so much to say, but how could he say it?

Tell Chen Zui that was him? Ask him where he got it? Then he would have to explain why he did such things and filmed something like this.

What would Chen Zui think of him?

He didn’t even dare to imagine.

His hands gripped his pants so tightly they might tear. No, he couldn’t possibly tell Chen Zui any of this. After all, his face wasn’t in it—he could just play dumb.

Yes, he only needed to pretend he knew nothing.

Jiang Mo’s head cleared a little, his gaze firm. He opened a can of beer and took a big gulp to steady his nerves.

Chen Zui pretended not to notice the change in Jiang Mo’s expression.

He clicked play.

The video had barely any sound until Chen Zui turned the volume to maximum, when a faint buzzing vibration was barely audible. The screen didn’t change much, but upon closer inspection, one could make out the subtle trembling of Little 0, as if it were breathing.

Of course, the most noticeable change was the color, shifting gradually from light pink to bright red.

Chen Zui settled back comfortably on the couch. Behind his glasses, his sharp gaze seemed fixed on the screen, but in reality, he was watching out of the corner of his eye the face of the person beside him.

Jiang Mo’s expression was something else—fear and shame were the most prominent, his face flushed like a ripe apple. One bite might yield sweet juice.

Chen Zui thought Jiang Mo’s expression at that moment must have been similar. Good—it made up for not seeing his face in the video.

“What do you think?” he suddenly asked, making Jiang Mo jump.

Jiang Mo released the beer can he had been biting and mumbled, “It’s… it’s okay.”

Chen Zui teased, “You’ve got high standards. I think it’s quite good—the legs are beautiful, pale and straight.”

Jiang Mo didn’t know how to feel. He’d been complimented, but he wasn’t exactly happy about it.

Chen Zui added, “Little 0 is pretty too, both the color and the way it looks.”

The man’s blunt language made Jiang Mo’s ears burn. He nearly crushed the beer can in his hand, his face turning so red it looked about to bleed. Chen Zui’s words made him realize once again that he was watching his own video with Chen Zui.

This had to be the most embarrassing thing in the world.

Jiang Mo fell silent, his head spinning again, clearly about to lose it.

But Chen Zui had no intention of letting him off so easily. “Look, it’s wet.”

Jiang Mo: !

Chen Zui leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his posture looking ready to pounce, making Jiang Mo beside him seem meek by comparison.

A bead of water trickled down the beer can in Chen Zui’s hand, tracing a path under his fingers.

In the video, wetness was also dripping down the black toy.

Jiang Mo saw it—he hadn’t even realized it himself at the time.

Chen Zui suddenly turned to look at him. Unprepared for the eye contact, Jiang Mo jolted. He was too guilty to meet his eyes, but looking away now would be too obvious.

He had to tough it out.

Chen Zui remarked casually, “This person has quite a talent for this.”

The offhand comment almost broke Jiang Mo.

Chen Zui turned back, his lips curling into a smirk.

But he meant it sincerely—Jiang Mo must have a natural talent for this, meaning he was born to get fucked.

Jiang Mo’s head spun. A talent for this… a talent…

Him?

Him!

He wouldn’t admit it!

Jiang Mo had always considered himself straight. Though he hadn’t liked any girls yet, and as for Chen Xiu, he just thought Chen Xiu was nice. After following him for so long, he hadn’t done anything like that creep—forcing a kiss or…

As a straight man, how could he have a talent for this?

“Look quickly.”

Chen Zui gave Jiang Mo a nudge, his cool palm resting on Jiang Mo’s shamefully hot thigh. Even through the fabric of his pants, the touch sent a shiver through Jiang Mo.

Chen Zui noticed—so sensitive? Sensitivity was a good thing.

Once again, Jiang Mo was led by Chen Zui’s prompting and looked back at the video. A pair of hands had appeared on screen, holding…

He couldn’t help but recall the situation at the time, vivid as if it were happening again.

Chen Zui continued his commentary, “The hands are beautiful—slender and well-proportioned.”

This compliment pleased Jiang Mo a little. It was acceptable. His gaze fell on Chen Zui’s hands—he thought Chen Zui’s hands were even more beautiful, flawless, worthy of being hand models.

Chen Zui was gripping his own leg!

As the hands appeared in the video, the sounds also grew more varied.

Chen Zui tilted his head, pretending to listen carefully. “Do you hear the soft moans mixed with his breathing?”

Jiang Mo shook his head vigorously. Right now, he wished he were blind and deaf.

Chen Zui feigned confusion, “Why does it sound familiar?”

Jiang Mo was so scared his soul almost left his body. Seeing Chen Zui’s thoughtful expression, he didn’t dare let him continue pondering. Lowering his voice deliberately, he asked, “This video is pretty good. Where did you find it, Chen Zui?”

He probed cautiously, heart pounding with anxiety.

Hearing his lowered voice, Chen Zui almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.

Ao Tian didn’t need to hold back—in his mind, he was laughing uproariously.

Chen Zui looked at him, “This one—”

The drawn-out tone felt like Jiang Mo was being roasted over a fire. Just as Jiang Mo thought he was about to answer, Chen Zui was once again captivated by the video and commented, “His top is fair and tender, looks unused—probably always a bottom.”

So where did this video actually come from?

Jiang Mo was squirming uncomfortably.

Chen Zui, however, seemed to have forgotten the question: "But his 0 is also clean and pale, completely hairless. It doesn’t look like it’s been used."

Chen Zui almost pressed his face against the phone, his nose pointing right at that spot in the video; it looked like...

Chen Zui observed intently: "Even the folds are beautiful, neat and tidy."

Jiang Mo’s vision glazed over; he was going crazy.

"Chen Zui!" he called out urgently.

Chen Zui turned around, looking completely unaware: "What’s wrong?"

Jiang Mo remained silent for a full two minutes before finding an excuse, quickly raising his beer can: "A toast to you."

Chen Zui smiled and clinked his beer can with Jiang Mo’s: "To you."

He leaned back on the sofa again, as if suddenly remembering: "This video—"

Jiang Mo immediately perked up.

"—was sent to me by someone else."

Jiang Mo let out a small sigh of relief. He had thought that creep had posted it on some website... It was somewhat better that it was only sent to Chen Zui.

"Maybe it’s someone who's into me. Several people have sent me nude photos before, but this is the first time someone sent a video like this."

Chen Zui shook his head, not committing either way.

Jiang Mo finally felt relieved. Thankfully, Chen Zui usually had no shortage of admirers, which led to this misunderstanding.

A silver lining.

Ao Tian: "He actually believed it. What a good kid."

Chen Zui: "This shows that I really do have that kind of charm in his eyes."

Ao Tian: "You’re right about that. Him acknowledging your charm means he’s attracted to it."

Ao Tian: "I think bagging him is a done deal."

Chen Zui’s hand on Jiang Mo’s leg squeezed lightly, like a beast testing its food before eating: "It’s almost over."

Jiang Mo forced himself and looked over. The phone screen suddenly showed a burst of white.

But what was more noticeable was how the toy clenched visibly, the surrounding area flushed red like rouged skin and dampened, looking flushed and glistening, radiating a tempting allure.

Jiang Mo didn’t dare look.

That was actually his...

Then he heard Chen Zui say: "So much water."

Jiang Mo wanted to die. But maybe because of the video, that place seemed to reawaken the sensation, tingling with that familiar electric itch.

It was weird.

Chen Zui: "I’m going to the bathroom."

Jiang Mo’s pupils dilated, instinctively looking toward Chen Zui’s groin, his eyebrows shooting up in silent shock.

Chen Zui had already stood up.

*Click.* The bathroom light turned on, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Left behind, Jiang Mo was still in shock. Chen Zui had gotten aroused watching his... watching that...

Jiang Mo was flushing hot.

He heard another low, sensual groan from the bathroom. If nothing was wrong, Chen Zui was now in his bathroom...

He opened another can of beer and downed it in one go.

Inside the bathroom, Chen Zui smoked a cigarette while taking care of himself, his raw energy barely contained by his shirt.

Ao Tian: "Want to take a shower? A wet T-shirt effect?"

Chen Zui blew out a smoke ring: "It’s not quite time for that."

About 15 minutes later, Chen Zui came out of the bathroom. He glanced at the time: "You should rest. I’ll head back now."

Jiang Mo really couldn’t bring himself to ask Chen Zui to stay tonight. He needed to be alone with his thoughts. But he insisted on seeing Chen Zui to his car, only feeling relieved after watching it drive away.

Back in his room, Jiang Mo slumped onto the sofa, drained.

A message from Chen Zui appeared on his phone screen:

"Sex can make people temporarily forget their worries."

Jiang Mo stared at the message. So Chen Zui had shown him the video on purpose. He had sensed something was off from their phone call and came specifically to check on him. Thinking that some things were too awkward to ask about directly as adults, and wanting to protect his dignity, he used this method to help him forget his worries temporarily.

Jiang Mo’s eyes stung slightly. Chen Zui was really so kind, so thoughtful.

Ao Tian: "Affection level is at 50!"

Chen Zui turned the steering wheel, the cool, metallic gleam of his mechanical watch reflecting the streetlights. Soft piano music played in the car.

Affection level still needed another 20 points.

How difficult would it be to score with someone with 70% affection level?

His eyes held a smile of confident victory.

While washing his face in the bathroom, Jiang Mo remembered that Chen Zui had been there earlier... For some reason, he felt his body heating up, his hand unconsciously gripping himself...

The man who usually had little desire was now acting with urgency.

—

Jiang Mo walked out of the bathroom looking completely drained, not at all like someone who had just found release.

Right now, he was overcome with regret. He felt guilty. How could he, how dare he, how was he deserving of thinking about Chen Zui...

A wave of self-loathing washed over him.

Chen Zui looked at his phone.

Jiang Mo: "Go die already!"

Jiang Mo: "I'm going to catch you! How dare you send the video to Chen Zui!"

Jiang Mo: "I'm going to kill you! Absolutely!"

Ao Tian: "Looks like he's having another meltdown."

Chen Zui chuckled: "Baby, want to put a curse on me every day~"

Jiang Mo: ……

Chen Zui glanced at the voice message that came in, tapped to play it, and Jiang Mo’s furious cursing filled the room.

Chen Zui also sent a message back: "Don’t worry, I’ll forward it to Ao Tian."

A "message recalled" notification popped up on the screen.

What a coward.