Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 45
Chapter 45 Changing the Curtains
2024-10-13 07:20 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
With her neck tilted back, revealing a beautiful curve, her Adam’s apple became even more prominent, bobbing gently as if offering her most vulnerable spot to her sharpest teeth.
You Shulang was patient; he would never have uttered a sound unless he was truly unable to bear it.
“Fan Xiao,” his inner thigh muscles tensed, his toes curled, “that’s enough, that’s enough.”
His deep voice, tinged with passion, became even more seductive and alluring. Fan Xiao carried out his wicked ways to the very end, not only not stopping, but becoming increasingly ruthless and intense.
“Teacher You, you taught me all of this. Did I do it right?” He grabbed You Shulang’s waist and forcefully pulled the person who was being pushed upwards back, then struck him hard again. “Please give me a score, teacher. How many points would I give you?”
“Smoke.” You Shulang was like a dying fish on the shore, desperately craving a handful of water to survive. “I want rouge.”
Fan Xiao lit a cigarette and then put it in You Shulang’s mouth. You Shulang took a deep breath, trying to calm the tingling sensation throughout his body.
“0 points.” His long, slender fingers held a cigarette on the edge of the bed, his voice hoarse and deep. “Love is about mutual enjoyment, not one-sided conquest and the other on the verge of collapse.”
“On the verge of collapse? That means you haven’t collapsed yet?” Fan Xiao leaned down to kiss the man, whispering softly against his lips, “You Shulang, you must look beautiful when you’re on the verge of collapse.”
Before the fierce look in his eyes could fully form, You Shulang was once again swept up in the surging waves. He could no longer suppress the sound in his throat, and his body trembled uncontrollably as if in spasms. He could barely hold the cigarette between his fingers, and the ash fell in a flurry, gradually dissipating its warmth.
The tears welled up in You Shulang’s eyes, and his expression, both turbulent and restrained, aroused even more desire to ravage him.
Fan Xiao no longer cared about the techniques taught by Teacher You, relying entirely on willpower and brute force. Heavy breathing mingled together, and the relentless pounding had blurred You Shulang’s vision, gradually shattering his reason and releasing the desire he had been suppressing.
“Hand.” A voice uttered, barely able to contain itself.
“Hmm?” Fan Xiao looked away as he glanced at the hand holding the cigarette.
You Shulang slowly covered the man’s large hand that was supporting him from the side, pulled it up, clasped it, and intertwined it; as if that wasn’t enough, he pulled it to his lips and slowly kissed it, gently biting and kissing along the protruding veins until he reached his fingertips.
He raised his eyes and looked directly at Fan Xiao. Those eyes were no longer as clear and sharp as usual; they were covered with a layer of mist, and hidden beneath his long, wet eyelashes was a deep, unspoken sorrow he had never seen before.
As their eyes met, You Shulang slowly parted his lips and put one of Fan Xiao’s rough fingers into his mouth!
Fan Xiao had never been tempted like this before. Enveloped in the wet, soft flesh, he felt his body exploding with excitement, his blood boiling instantly, clamoring to invade!
His fingers suddenly moved deep into his throat, and Fan Xiao leaned down and whispered, “It’s not that I don’t want to respect my teacher, it’s that you, the teacher, took the initiative to recruit me. You Shulang, do you know? You’re born to lie under a man, no one is more sadistic than you.”
Abandoning reason and losing control, Fan Xiao lunged down like a predator, baring his fangs, tearing through flesh, and unleashing yet another bloody storm…
Sunlight persistently filtered through the tightly closed curtains, casting slivers of light that brought the tiny dust particles floating in the air to life.
An exercise session that began after breakfast finally ended just before lunchtime.
The air was thick with the scent of hormones, their bodies still intertwined. You Shulang lay in Fan Xiao’s arms, his fair skin bathed in a warm glow, the mist in his eyes still lingering, the water droplets on his raven feathers still wet, like a magnificent and precious porcelain, carrying an innate solitude and fragility.
Fan Xiao tightened his grip on his arm and put the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth.
“Let’s change the curtains; these let in too much light.”
You Shulang’s consciousness finally returned, and he thought of the three layers of sunshade curtains in Fan Xiao’s house.
He tilted his head and exhaled smoke, then asked, “Don’t you like the sunlight?”
His voice was terribly hoarse, which reminded Fan Xiao of the wet, soft feeling he had just experienced. He rubbed his fingertips together, then lowered his head and kissed You Shulang’s Adam’s apple before saying, “I don’t like it.”
The emotion slowly faded from that handsome, sharply defined face, and the corners of his lips turned down, the lines stiff and heavy: “During the tsunami, my mother sank into the water, and I ran out of matches. There was only darkness all around, no light at all. In the darkness, I couldn’t see anything, but I could still deceive myself into thinking that my mother was still with me, that she had just held her breath underwater for a while longer and hadn’t died.”
“But…” Fan Xiao hurriedly put the cigarette between his teeth, “But six hours later, the seawater gradually receded, the wooden door was pushed open, and the particularly dazzling sunlight shone in. I saw my mother’s pale and distorted face submerged in the water.”
You Shulang turned around and hugged Fan Xiao, planting a soft kiss on his temple.
“You Shulang, darkness isn’t so bad. It can hide a lot of cruelty, and it can also protect my weakness.”
You Shulang took the cigarette from Fan Xiao’s mouth, stubbed it out, and then pressed his face into the crook of his shoulder.
“How about we add ten layers of blackout fabric? Whether it’s in the dark or in the sunlight, wherever you are, I’ll be there with you.” With a faint smile, he reached down. “Wasn’t it very hard just now? It has nothing to do with being soft or weak.”
You Shulang rarely made such jokes, so Fan Xiao naturally understood his good intentions. His heart felt as if it had been soaked in warm water, or wrapped in strands of honey. It was as if his fragmented soul had been picked up in pieces, pieced together, and a fragment of its original form was revealed.
“I want to be inside you,” Fan Xiao said, looking both serious and vulnerable. “Being inside you makes me feel safer than being in the dark.”
You Shulang was stunned for a moment, then said with shame and indignation: “Fan Xiao, I have spoiled you too much. Starting tomorrow, you can only come to my bed when your mouth and your penis have both learned to behave.”
As the gloom dissipated, Fan Xiao embraced You Shulang and said obsequiously, “Bodhisattva, my body and soul are both prostrate at your feet, so naturally whatever you say goes. I’ll be as obedient as you tell me to be.”
You Shulang didn’t want to talk to him any longer, so he put on his pajamas and got up to take a shower. His movements weren’t very smooth, and he ended up with a sore back from all the tossing and turning. Fan Xiao got up and massaged his back, staying close behind him and taking advantage of the situation.
In the midst of their commotion, they suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by the sound of someone pushing the door open and entering.
After a rustling sound, footsteps could be heard clearly.
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and a clear voice came through: “Uncle You… Shulang, are you home?”
You Shulang suddenly looked back at Fan Xiao and saw only a cold gaze!
