CH 72

Translated by Neirith

Episode Eight – Everyone Passes By (End)

Xia Zhi’s grubby groping hands didn’t just appear today. Every night, before he went to bed, he needed to grab Ye Qia’s thigh in order to sleep. In the beginning, he only wrapped his hands around his thigh. Then, it became the base of his thigh. Later, it turned into straightforward grabbing of the chicken and the eggs, playing for a while before he could sleep.

Every man knew what kind of torture this was.

Ye Qia merely took this as a type of hint. When they first started living together, he would be provoked and after the fires were lit, he’d press Xia Zhi down. Later on, he discovered that this kind of thing was endless. If there was a first time then there would be a second time, and so he prohibited Xia Zhi from touching him. He only let him touch his thigh for a month without eating him, before he could regain some restful sleep.

Today, Xia Zhi took this as an opportunity to feel him up from top to bottom. There was no place left untouched. And, his touch was very sensual. Once he touched, he wasn’t willing to let go, and like an addict, he used the oil to slip and slide and pinch with great delight.

Ye Qia was aroused into an erection several times but, because of the fierce physical confrontation, became instantly soft again. Hard to soft, soft to hard, it was practically driving him crazy.

Xia Zhi knew he was in the wrong, but smirked and said nothing.

Ye Qia pulled down his leather pants as Xia Zhi, slipping in the oil, felt sorrowful as if he had gained nothing today. He was preparing to get up and wash up, when he felt a sudden heaviness on his back. 

He froze and asked carefully, “Ye Qia?” There was no sound behind him, except for breathing that was becoming progressive heavier. With little confidence, he said quietly, “I lost.”

“So you’ll be punished.”

Xia Zhi stated nervously, “I don’t want to play SM.”

“It’s not SM.” The breaths became closer and closer, until they sounded in his ears and he heard a hoarse voice say, “I’m just going to fuck you.”

Xia Zhi immediately became hard. He could feel Ye Qia’s every move at his back. His waist was pulled up, his ass protruding as he was supported amidst the oil. When Ye Qia entered him, he didn’t feel the cold sensation of rubber.

“You didn’t wear a condom?”

“Can’t wait.” Ye Qia thrust deeply as he fondled Xia Zhi’s buttocks, feeling him contract and tighten inside. “I’ll make it quick.”

“But… ah!” Xia Zhi’s words were interrupted as he was pounded. He tried to support himself, but was moved forward by the strong force. When his head accidentally hit the wall, he couldn’t help but yell, “Fuck, my head! That hurts!”

His arms were pulled back and Xia Zhi’s upper body was suspended in the air, his body making a perfect arch as he received wave after wave of intrusions. Ye Qia’s movements made him confused with pleasure and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the lack of condom, but every thrust would reach the perfect spot, invoking the greatest desire. As warm flesh merged together, he was fucked until he could hardly breathe and could only moan.

When the peak came, it was as if the sun had burst before his eyes, dazzling him until he couldn’t help but cry. He collapsed with exhaustion, laying in the oil, gasping. His entire body felt soft and warm and extremely comfortable.

“Xia Zhi.”

“Hmm…” He was reluctant to move even a finger and only hummed in response.

“You clean up the living room.”

As soon as he heard this, Xia Zhi instantly awakened, blinking his eyes as he turned over. He saw the equally sweaty Ye Qia. In his fierce and beautiful face, there was still a trace of lust and affection. When he felt him stroking his cheek, there were some unspoken sentiments.

His heart immediately softened and he was about to say something, when Ye Qia abruptly patted his cheek. “After you clean up, remember to move the furniture back in place.”

He roused and looked around to see the surroundings covered in a sea of oil. He froze and shouted, “Why do I have to clean up? You did it.”

“It was all for you.”

“I wanted the sex that came after, I didn’t want the Turkish oil wrestling!” Xia Zhi yelled in a frenzy. After a few seconds of silence, he put on a licentious smile. “But it felt really good. I just have to say, you have a mole on the back of your waist.”

“… Hurry and clean up!” Ye Qia stood up sharply. “I still need to use it tomorrow!”

Trembling, Xia Zhi crawled to his feet. “Why don’t you hire a part-time housekeeper?”

“Do you want a part-time housekeeper to see this?”

Xia Zhi looked around. The ground was completely covered in oil. Clothes were scattered all over, and there was evidence of fighting everywhere. Oily handprints were on the wall, and the air was rife with the smell of sex. Okay, he had to admit, this was really inappropriate for a part-time housekeeper. However, once he really started to clean, began to feel that maybe it wasn’t too inappropriate for a part-time housekeeper.

“I love you.”

“It’s useless if you love me. Clean!”

“Then give me some tools!”

“Didn’t I give you a rag?”

“You want me to use this palm-sized rag to wipe up the oil on the ground?!”

“Then use a spade.”

“…No, you come clean too.”

“Fuck off!”

Under Xia Zhi’s unrelenting nagging, Ye Qia had no choice but to crouch down next to him and clean up the living room. They were like two frogs, barefoot and naked down to their asses, squatting and wiping along. They mocked each other, then kissed to make up, and when everything was done, they were so tired that they didn’t even have the strength to move. 

Over the next few days, Xia Zhi ached all over with no relief. His face was bitter like he’d had an overdose. Nonetheless, when noticed Ye Qia’s ex-boyfriend calling, he immediately became alert. “Is it that Ge Yue?”

Ye Qia raised his phone with an unperturbed look. “Yeah.”

“What’d he want?”

“He wants to meet up for coffee tomorrow.”

“I’m going too!”

Ye Qia quickly glanced at Xia Zhi and gave a light smile. “Okay.”

Xia Zhi intentionally dressed up and was fully invigorated as he rushed to the appointment. This was war. For the sake of his male honor, he couldn’t lose. No matter what, he had to trample on this Ge Yue a thousand times!

Ge Yue appeared punctually, and enthusiastically extended a hand to Ye Qia. “Xiao Ye, long time no see! Wow, you haven’t changed at all, still so hot! Ah, before, I was truly blind!”

After half a day, Ye Qia squeezed out a sentence. “You’ve had some big changes.”

Xia Zhi blankly stared for a long time before he said. “This is your ex-boyfriend?”

The man before them wore a cheap suit and was as fat as a balloon, extending a plump and oily hand. His sweaty, fleshy cheeks drooped downward and shook when he spoke. 

Ye Qia stayed silent for a few seconds before he suddenly asked Xia Zhi, “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure.” Xia Zhi decisively replied. “Let’s go.”

The two turned and left behind the Ge Yue, who stood expressionlessly in place.

Sometimes, hatred died in the wind.

“You’re not doing better than me and were ruined earlier than me. That year, you stole my money and now, you’re still poor.”

“You sang that really well.”

“Kiss me.”

“Chu.*” *kissing sound

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Neirith: How’s that? Not exactly the battle of the exes everyone was expecting, was it?