Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 24
Chapter 24 My Bodhisattva
2024-10-13 07:14 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
A wall lamp casts a very narrow beam.
The light fell on the smooth hair, giving it a soft sheen, and then fell from the ends, kissing the smooth skin deeply.
You Shulang lay on his side on the bed with his eyes closed. His slightly disheveled hair had taken away his usual composure and depth, and the sharp shadows on his profile in the light made him appear even paler and colder. The shimmering light on his eyelashes made him seem somewhat lonely and vulnerable.
At the end of the light’s extension, sat a person. Buried deep in darkness, only the diamond-shaped protrusion on the crocodile-skin shoes, a symbol of life, reflected a faint yet chilling light.
Clutching the matchbox in his hand, the man asked, his expression unreadable, “So, you brought him to my bed?”
Three meters away, Shi Lihua stared at the matchbox and hesitated for a moment: “Didn’t you say you were going to fuck him?”
“I did say that you would drug him and send him to me?”
“Your birthday is coming up soon, and I was thinking of giving you a nice gift, wasn’t I?”
A soft click of the tongue in the darkness revealed a hint of annoyance and helplessness.
“Xu Zhong once told me something, and now I’m passing that message on to you.” The man rested his elbow on his knee, his body slowly gliding across the boundary between light and shadow, revealing a handsome face—Fan Xiao’s face.
He looked at Shi Lihua: “Xu Zhong warned me on my first day here that this is China, not a place where you can do whatever you want. You’d better rein yourself in. If you cause trouble, even your grandfather won’t be able to get his hands on you here.”
Shi Lihua crossed his arms and leaned against the door: “Xu Zhong? How long are you going to keep that old bastard around?”
“He’s still useful. I have to squeeze out his last bit of value before convicting him.”
The match was finally struck, producing a spark, and a long wisp of white smoke rose up. Fan Xiao glanced at You Shulang, who was fast asleep on the bed, and asked, “How did you get him knocked out? He’s always been cautious.”
“Today his company hosted a banquet for guests, and he drank a bit too much. After seeing everyone off, he was alone in the parking lot when my friend drugged him.” Shi Lihua clicked his tongue. “You, the great saint, are really something. Before he passed out, you even gave my friend an over-the-shoulder throw, stepping on his neck and threatening to call the police. If it weren’t for the right dosage, who knows what would have happened by now.”
Only then did a faint smile appear on Fan Xiao’s face. He traced You Shulang’s features with his eyes, and said with a hint of pride, “My Bodhisattva is naturally powerful.”
He then turned his gaze and said, “However, you actually sent someone to my house, that’s really… stupid.”
“The surveillance footage has been taken care of. After you’re done, I’ll pack it up and take it back to the parking lot.” Shi Lihua glanced at his watch and frowned. “Hurry up, don’t waste any time.”
He grinned slyly again: “Xiao, do you know how to… fuck a man?”
Fan Xiao, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, casually stood up, walked to the front door, opened it, and said indifferently, “Take care, I’ll see him off myself, no need for you to trouble yourself.”
Shi Lihua pursed his lips, strolled past Fan Xiao, and slowly chuckled, “I knew you were crazy, but I didn’t know you were this crazy. The night is long, enjoy it.” As the door was about to close, he turned around, gripping the doorframe, “Oh, by the way, happy birthday in advance.”
His head was pushed out by a large hand, and the door panel almost hit his nose. Shi Lihua shrugged and pressed the elevator button.
As the numbers on the elevator display screen increased, Shi Lihua, with his mind now blank, couldn’t help but wonder what kind of debauchery was taking place inside, just a wall away.
“A man?” He wrinkled his nose, shivered, the elevator doors opened, he jumped in, and fled as if his life depended on it.
Behind the door, it was eerily quiet, a far cry from the yellow waste in Shi Lihua’s mind.
Fan Xiao stared brazenly at You Shulang, guarding the lamp. His uninhibited gaze scraped over the sleeping man’s skin inch by inch, not even missing the small mole hidden at the end of his eyebrow.
Ke Youshulang had very little skin exposed. His shirt was neatly buttoned up to his throat, and half of his long neck was hidden in his clothes, with only his Adam’s apple rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
Fan Xiao slowly leaned down, tilted his head, and sniffed at You Shulang’s neck. It was still the scent of wild roses, alluring and seductive.
“Bodhisattva,” he deliberately breathed hot air onto her fair ear, “may I take a bite?”
There was no response. Fan Xiao’s lips almost touched the fine downy hair on You Shulang’s ear: “Then I’ll take that as your consent?”
His long fingers unbuttoned the top button of the shirt. Buttons slid open, one, two, three. Fan Xiao’s breathing tightened, and his eyes gradually darkened.
The man was greedy, and the buttons were undone. The lust before him was even more insane than in the video; the slender neck seemed to have been soaked in milk, and the barely visible collarbone entwined his gaze. The flesh under the cold light seemed to have torn a hole in the fig leaf covering Fan Xiaoyu’s body, revealing all the shame and distortion.
He lightly touched her finger, withdrew it, and touched her again. The cool, smooth touch clung to his fingers, unwilling to leave. A heavy, labored breath appeared beside his regular breathing. The clarity in Fan Xiao’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by longing.
Repeated, vigorous kneading still didn’t seem enough. Fan Xiao became somewhat irritated. Without even mentally preparing himself, he lowered his body and kissed the already reddened skin without hesitation.
Just as I expected.
It felt like finally tasting a dessert I’d been longing for; the flavor lived up to my long-awaited expectations.
“ขอบคุณพระพุทธเจ้า (Thank you Lord Buddha)”
His hoarse voice disappeared into his shirt, and Fan Xiao’s moist lips pressed against that collarbone, sighing at the Buddha’s kindness.
Lean but not skinny, You Shulang’s body lines flowed perfectly. His large, thick hands landed on the warm skin through the clothes, repeatedly caressing the sleeping man’s waist, like a baby awkwardly touching a toy for the first time. Fan Xiao couldn’t help but think that this was what it felt like to have a strong, lean line in the shirt.
Greedy people are never satisfied. His hand reached inside, wandering extensively.
“I forgot to mention, your clothes are so ugly, they look like something a middle-aged or elderly person would wear.” Fan Xiao said slowly, nibbling on You Shulang’s earlobe. “Since they’re so ugly, why don’t you take them off?”
The wicked man’s lame excuses led to more and more clothes piling up on the floor.
Suits, shirts, belts, trousers. Deep in a dream, You Shulang lay nestled in the large, soft quilt, wearing only his underwear, completely unaware and at the mercy of others.
A person who never liked bright light now adjusted the lights. Her eyes, as dark and deep as the night, lingered on the man enveloped in light.
Fan Xiao gently traced the contours of the man’s face, making no attempt to hide his desire: “You Shulang, you’re so kind, like a bodhisattva, so please save me, okay?”
Before he could finish speaking, Fan Xiao lowered his body and bit the man’s neck…
On the first day of October, someone across the street hung a string of colorful lanterns in their window. The thick night was illuminated by the flickering lights, turning it into a colorful mist, like the eerie breath of a spirit, vaguely bewitching the minds of people.
Multicolored light streamed through the gaps in the curtains onto the messy bed, one hue reflecting another.
With a slight furrow in his brow, his regular breathing was disrupted, and You Shulang let out another muffled groan.
Fan Xiao raised his head from the “Variegated” chest, shifted upwards to face You Shulang, and absorbed the warm breath that You Shulang had just exhaled, which carried a faint aroma of wine.
“What ‘humph’? You feel good being touched and kissed by a man?” Fan Xiao’s gaze, which had been fixed on the man’s lips, deepened. “Do you transsexuals also enjoy kissing men?”
He pressed his fingers heavily against her lips, rubbing them back and forth: “People like you kiss in the street? You don’t care if others see you?”
Anger and resentment gradually rose in Fan Xiao’s heart, and the image of You Shulang pressing down on Lu Zhen and kissing him kept flashing through his mind.
Finally, his anger turned into a soft laugh: “Since you like kissing so much, I’ll reluctantly grant your wish.”
The kiss, meant to vent anger, brought no pleasure whatsoever. Even after conquering and taking over everything, Fan Xiao still felt unsatisfied.
He pressed his lips against You Shulang’s, his teeth snapping shut, leaving a bloody gash at the corner of his lips.
“Bodhisattva, I’m letting you go today, but one day I’ll make you willingly come to my bed, begging me to kiss you and fuck you!”
