Chapter 53
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Long Yu laughed at the side. Fang Jing Yao’s face turned red. He flipped through a few more pages, hoping to find something better. But he was too mischievous as a child; most photos were candid, capturing him in constant motion.
Finally, he found one where he was sitting quietly with a small book, eyes teary, almost crying, wearing a kindergarten bib, lips pursed, looking at the camera. His eyes, like small grapes, held a teardrop—both pitiful and adorable.
Long Yu curiously asked, “What’s going on here?”
The little Fang Jing Yao in the photo was too cute. He looked about two or three, reading a book upside down, yet still holding it tightly. At that age, children didn’t know how to read; most books were memorized, so holding it upside down was normal. Baby Fang Jing Yao sat on a small wooden stool, looking up at the camera, with two pots of plastic flowers beside him, clearly staged.
Mr. Fang chuckled: “His maternal grandfather was strict about studies. This was a little drawing book Jing Yao wanted. He had to write a hundred big characters and recite poems to earn it. His brain memorized quickly, but his hands were lazy. He finally gathered enough characters and got the book, insisting his mother and I photograph him.”
Long Yu laughed, looking at the tiny book in the child’s hands. Too small to see the name clearly, but it seemed to have a cartoon animal on it.
Mr. Fang remembered the story and asked Fang Jing Yao to recite a line: “Jing Yao, say the line you loved most as a child to Long Yu.”
Fang Jing Yao, sitting on the sofa armrest next to Long Yu, felt reluctant: “Dad, I’m almost grown. I used to recite at my grandfather’s during holidays. Now I’m about to get married…”
Mr. Fang insisted: “Long Yu hasn’t heard it. He’s not a stranger.”
Fang Jing Yao couldn’t resist. Seeing Long Yu’s expectant face, he twitched his lips and said: “Little mouse…”
Mr. Fang: “Not that! How you recited as a child!”
Fang Jing Yao sulked: “Little old mansion’s lampstand, stole oil and couldn’t finish…”
Mr. Fang: “Hahaha!!!”
Long Yu paused, then laughed along.
As a child, Fang Jing Yao confused mice, tigers, and old mansions. His maternal grandfather’s family were intellectuals; the grandfather, an old principal, strictly disciplined children. Naturally, the grandchildren were spoiled a bit. The whole family was articulate, and Fang Jing Yao speaking unclearly was rare and amusing. During holidays, the family often had him perform publicly, laughing and applauding. His uncle would even buy candy to hear it twice.
Mr. Fang told Long Yu: “Jing Yao was mischievous, got spanked many times.”
Long Yu raised his eyebrows: “Spanked for not reciting?”
Before Fang Jing Yao could stop him, Mr. Fang revealed his son’s past to Long Yu: “No, he was smart. Among kids his age, he was the cleverest, but not serious with studies. His grandmother taught him writing, he sang instead. Math? He drew dogs. She even cried. His uncles weren’t easy either. His youngest uncle spanked him, then felt guilty and bought candy to console him.”
Fang’s mother, placing dishes in the dining room, heard this and teased: “And Lu Ming? Lu Ming gave him candy. That little brat, after eating, ran to tattle. The old lady then spanked my youngest son three times, and the little rabbit watched, eyes rolling, feeling no loss!”
Long Yu asked: “Who’s Lu Ming?”
Fang’s mother laughed: “My youngest brother from the Lu family. He grew up with Jing Yao, cherished him, and disciplined him when needed. They’ve been close since childhood.” She flipped the album to show an old photo from elementary school. Beside young Fang Jing Yao was a handsome boy with a lazy expression, casually holding little Jing Yao’s shoulder, a small mole under his eye adding charm.
Mr. Fang added: “In high school, Jing Yao got into trouble, and his youngest uncle had to attend the parent-teacher meeting. The teacher scolded him; uncle defended him… The grandfather was called too, a strict old principal. He made everyone stand and get criticized. Jing Yao’s mother was so embarrassed she almost cried.”
Fang’s mother was a little embarrassed and coughed, saying, “Why talk about this? That happened so many years ago!”
Long Yu laughed and said, “It’s okay. I went to the same high school as Jing Yao, so I know him.”
Fang’s mother was a little surprised, “Oh?”
Long Yu said, “He even asked me to play cards with him.”
Fang’s mother poked her son on the forehead, exasperated: “You’re gambling again, even targeting Long Yu! Your uncle went to school that time because of gambling, right? We called him over, and he insisted that you had good connections and organizational skills… Do you know how embarrassing it was that time your grandfather hit me with the ruler? The first time I’ve ever been hit since I got married, and it was all because of you!”
Fang Jing Yao stood up, clutching his head, and tried to hide towards Long Yu, still joking with his mother: “Hey, Mom, don’t hit me! I’m getting married soon, and you promised me you wouldn’t hit me after we got married!”
Long Yu reached out and gently pulled him towards himself. Fang’s mother was just teasing Fang Jing Yao; the two of them always bickered like this, something Long Yu had never seen before, and he genuinely protected him. Fang’s mother couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, now that you have someone protecting you, I don’t care anymore. Come on, let’s go eat, the food’ll get cold soon, let’s chat while we eat!”
The meal consisted of eight dishes and a soup, a very lavish spread. Fang’s mother even brought out her best culinary skills, and sure enough, the main dish was braised sea cucumber with scallions. Fang Jing Yao couldn’t eat, so he served food to Long Yu while he ate other things, feeling perfectly content. Homemade food might not taste as good as restaurant food, but it was always delicious and comforting.
During the meal, Long Yu habitually served Fang Jing Yao rice and soup. When he reached out, the ring was revealed. Only then did Fang’s mother notice that Long Yu was also wearing an identical ring. She had previously thought that Fang Jing Yao was wearing it for fun, but seeing the pair made her even happier.
Fang’s father wanted to offer Long Yu some wine, but Fang Jing Yao remembered what Long Yu had done when he was drunk last time and didn’t dare let him drink again. He advised, “No need, Dad. Long Yu drove here. If he drinks, he won’t be able to go home.”
Mr. Fang said enthusiastically, “Drive it back!”
Fang Jing Yao: “What if he drinks too much?!”
Fang’s father: “You take care of him!”
Fang Jing Yao: “…”
Long Yu was respectful in front of his elders. When Fang’s father poured him some wine, he drank it without hesitation.
Watching half a bottle of baijiu disappear, Fang Jing Yao covered his face, utterly despondent. “What can I do? I want to drown my sorrows too!”
It wasn’t very noticeable whether Long Yu had drunk a lot or a little, except that he looked a bit more sullen and slightly tipsy. Fang’s mother wanted them to stay and rest a while longer, but Fang Jing Yao didn’t dare stay. He made an excuse that he had other things to do and helped Long Yu downstairs to go back inside.
Long Yu was unusually well-behaved in the car, and Fang Jing Yao couldn’t help but glance at him a few times. This seemed different from last time. He tentatively asked, “Long Yu, how are you feeling? Are you drunk or not?”
Long Yu leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and said, “I feel a little dizzy.”
Fang Jing Yao felt a little relieved, opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, saying, “Drink some water, close your eyes and rest for a while, we’ll be home soon.”
Long Yu drank the water obediently, then suddenly said, “I can understand what Uncle is saying.”
Fang Jing Yao: “Huh?”
Long Yu said, “I just thought about it carefully. Actually, we can use English grammar to solve the inverted sentence structure of dialects, or rather, the logic of language… Well, it’s all about emphasizing the conclusion first, and then explaining the conditions and reasons. For example, ‘Jing Yao will soon be able to get that book, after he writes a hundred big characters,’ right?”
Fang Jing Yao was stunned. He had never thought that Shandong dialect could be understood in this way. He said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, “Were you thinking about this the whole time you were talking to my dad?”
Long Yu smiled, a little embarrassed, and said, “I still miss you.”
Fang Jing Yao’s heart softened. While waiting at a traffic light, he leaned over and kissed Long Yu. Dr. Long responded by opening his lips to receive his kiss. Perhaps because he had been drinking, he was a little weak, and Fang Jing Yao’s kiss felt a bit arousing. The cars waiting behind honked, and Fang Jing Yao reluctantly left Long Yu, his heart filled with tenderness as he looked at Long Yu’s dazed expression.
Damn, how can Dr. Long be so handsome!
After driving home, Fang Jing Yao helped Long Yu wash up, changed his clothes, and laid him on the bed to rest. Dr. Long was very cooperative, doing whatever was asked of him. This reaction made Fang Jing Yao a little suspicious. He even wondered if his father had given Long Yu fake alcohol—it wasn’t like this back in Sanya, was it?
Long Yu lay there resting with his eyes closed, his breathing slightly heavy, looking like he was about to take a nap.
Fang Jing Yao was also happy to have some free time, so he sat down and posted a message on his WeChat Moments: “The great mentor Lu Xun once said that important meanings should be emphasized at the end of a sentence – to all my fellow Shandong natives who love to use inverted sentences.”
The accompanying picture is of Black Tiger Spring. Many people from other places can easily misread the characters on it at a glance. They might even mistake the middle character for “di?o”. It’s quite misleading.
Friends quickly started replying below.
—Don’t drag us Zhejiang people down with you!
—Shameless scoundrel!
—Release Mr. Lu Xun!
The fat man cried the loudest; even in just a few words, his voice was hoarse with desperation. He was truly a master of acting: “We are beating our feet and pounding our chests in despair! What has the gentleman done wrong?!”
Zhuo Yifan was a breath of fresh air among them. As always, he was a straightforward person and left a message without hesitation: Master is right, awoooooo!
Fang Jing Yao was amused by what he saw. He chuckled, and Long Yu, who was sleeping next to him, also turned over slightly and murmured “Mmm”.
Fang Jing Yao looked over and asked him in a low voice, “Long Yu, would you like some water?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that what he said sounded familiar, almost exactly like what Long Yu had said when he was drunk a while ago. Only this time, Dr. Long didn’t reply. He just reached out, hugged him, and rolled into the blankets…
Long Yu closed his eyes and kissed his lips, his large hands caressing and kneading Fang Jing Yao’s body, searching for his sensitive spots. When he kissed Fang Jing Yao’s neck, Fang Jing Yao trembled. Long Yu sucked on that spot a few times and then gently bit it with his teeth. Fang Jing Yao immediately couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him away, saying, “No, no, no, I’m going to… Long Yu, be gentle! How am I going to face people tomorrow!”
Long Yu’s voice was slightly hoarse. He nuzzled Long Yu’s neck with his nose and said with a smile, “Then don’t go out, don’t see anyone, just stay with me.”
His words carried a sigh, half-truth and half-lie, and Fang Jing Yao got goosebumps listening to them.
Long Yu was still struggling to unbutton his clothes. His fingers were unsteady, and he was getting impatient and wanted to tear them off. Fang Jing Yao pushed him away a little and said breathlessly, “I can do it myself. Don’t break it. I had to pay for a pair of pants last time I wanted to see you.”
He first took off his T-shirt, then Long Yu reached out and stroked the tender pink nipple on one side, flicking it a couple of times with his index finger, then pressing and rubbing it with his thumb. Fang Jing Yao groaned, somewhat embarrassed, and tried to pull away, “Why do you keep touching that thing? I’m not a woman…”
Long Yu asked him in a low voice, “Does it feel good when I touch you here?”
Fang Jing Yao grunted, and Long Yu chuckled, pinching and kneading his nipple with two fingers. He then lowered his head and took the other nipple into his mouth, licking it back and forth with his tongue. Fang Jing Yao let out an “Ah,” feeling ticklish and wanting to pull away. Long Yu pressed him down onto the bed, covering him with his body and sucking hard, so hard that a small patch of skin around his nipple turned red. A tingling pleasure emanated from his nipple, like a small electric current stimulating it. Fang Jing Yao couldn’t take it anymore and pushed his head away, his waist rising higher as well. “Long Yu, don’t bite, don’t… Ah!”
Long Yu carefully tasted that little bit, then switched to the other side. This side seemed more sensitive. Long Yu licked Fang Jing Yao and he started trembling, writhing under him as if begging for pleasure, moaning softly.
After kissing him, Long Yu followed the kiss downwards, reaching down to pull down his pants, kneading the already aroused penis, and squinting at it for a while before saying, “I was drunk last time.”
Fang Jing Yao thought he didn’t remember anything, but to his surprise, the guy mumbled, “I’ll help you this time.” After saying that, he lowered his head and took it in.
Fang Jing Yao’s scalp tingled from the deep throat stimulation. He took a deep breath, but when his tongue licked the shaft and the small hole at the tip, the exhilarating pleasure that shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head quickly made him lose himself again. He couldn’t say a word, and could only call out Long Yu’s name. The faster he called, the deeper Long Yu took his penis in, swallowing and releasing his treasure without any sign of disgust.
As Fang Jing Yao became engrossed in the moment, Long Yu tentatively rubbed his lower orifice with his fingers. Fang Jing Yao’s legs trembled with pleasure, and before he was fully conscious, Long Yu had already inserted two fingers, quickly increasing the number. While sucking on his penis, Long Yu used his fingers to thrust in and out of his lower orifice. Fang Jing Yao sensed something was wrong, but there was nowhere to hide anymore. Both of his weak points were now under Long Yu’s control. His lower orifice was tight and hot, and the faster the fingers moved in and out, the more it made that lewd “squelching” sound. The room suddenly became even hotter.
This was the first time Fang Jing Yao had been served orally, and then Long Yu mischievously used his fingers inside his anus, finding the slightly protruding sensitive spot and pressing and trembling it twice, then rubbing it hard with his fingertips. Fang Jing Yao almost cried out! This double-pronged attack didn’t last long before Fang Jing Yao couldn’t take it anymore. He gritted his teeth and pushed Long Yu away: “Let go, I can’t take it anymore… I’m going to… I’m going to cum…”
Long Yu didn’t let go; instead, he sucked hard.
Fang Jing Yao let out a soft cry, his waist and abdomen trembled, and he ejaculated into his mouth.
He lay there for a long time, still in a daze, his waist still trembling slightly; that moment had been incredibly exhilarating.
Long Yu knelt there, looking down at him, and guided his own member little by little to the small opening, rubbing the tip against it a couple of times. “May I go in?”
Fang Jing Yao looked up at him. Long Yu’s hair was loose in front of his forehead. He was focused and serious when he was fucking someone. It was so damn sexy.
He lifted his foot and hooked it around Long Yu’s waist, his already softened and slightly moist opening actively rubbing against him, and said in a hoarse voice, “Come in, fuck me.”
Long Yu’s forehead veins bulged from the arousal of that hot and wet little hole. Even though he was drunk, he still remembered to be gentle, slowly pushing in and gently swaying inside the tight hole, asking in a hoarse voice, “Jing Yao, are you comfortable? Hmm? Is this comfortable?”
Seeing that Fang Jing Yao responded, he then pushed in the last section and crashed in. Fang Jing Yao groaned and his face turned a little pale. Long Yu’s was really too big, and even with such gentleness, it still hurt.
Long Yu was drunk. He only heard Fang Jing Yao say “That’s enough,” and as if he had received permission, he boldly began thrusting into his warm, moist little hole. He wasn’t usually this reckless, but when drunk, he became somewhat careless. Fang Jing Yao endured for a while, and after the initial pain subsided, he was instead brought with it a strange numbness. His little hole was being violently penetrated, faster and faster, and it felt like it was melting. That feeling of losing control terrified Fang Jing Yao. He didn’t know if he was getting pleasure, but he was stimulated and began to writhe, his eyes searching for Long Yu, panting and begging for mercy beneath him, “No, too fast, be gentle…”
Long Yu said in a hoarse voice, “It feels so good when you bite me inside.”
Fang Jing Yao blushed even with his thick skin from such praise, his little hole contracted even tighter, and he swallowed and released the flesh root there a couple of times.
Long Yu groaned, reached down and grabbed Fang Jing Yao’s buttocks, kneading them a couple of times to bring him closer. He almost buried himself inside him, thrusting deeper and deeper, wantonly violating him. The faster he thrust, the more Fang Jing Yao begged him. When begging was no use, he started praising him instead.
“Long Yu, be gentle, it’s too big… so thick, don’t go in all at once, ah! ah ah! It’s hitting the bottom, no, no… ah ah ah ah!” Fang Jing Yao clung to his shoulders, pleading haphazardly, “Don’t go in any further, yours is already inside, please be gentle, really, I’ll bite it out for you in a bit, please don’t go in any further…”
Long Yu shifted his position, searching for Fang Jing Yao’s sensitive spots. Whenever he rubbed against them, Fang Jing Yao would beg him with a tearful voice. After finding them, he would rub against that soft flesh a few times, and Fang Jing Yao would tremble and call him “brother,” each call softer than the last, pleading with a nasal tone, as if only he could save him. Although he was trembling with fear, he still clung to him and had only him in his eyes.
In this extreme tightness and need, Long Yu ejaculated into him once. This time, as he pulled out, his semen sprayed onto Fang Jing Yao’s lower abdomen. Long Yu lowered his eyes and wiped it on his abdomen with his hand.
Fang Jing Yao was still panting when Long Yu regained his senses and, supporting him, inserted it again.
Fang Jing Yao: “!!!”
Long Yu thrust inside him a couple of times, and Fang Jing Yao started reaching out to grab him, panting heavily. Seeing that he couldn’t take it anymore, Long Yu slowed down, kissing him while gently thrusting inside him. Occasionally, when he slid over the soft flesh inside his anus, Fang Jing Yao would shudder.
This gentleness lasted for a while, but after the initial discomfort, Fang Jing Yao quickly became dissatisfied again. He twisted his body to meet Long Yu’s advances, hooking his arm around the other’s neck. The two were close together, and the two nipples brushed against each other, making Fang Jing Yao feel dizzy and infatuated. He clung to Long Yu tightly, twisting violently.
Fang Jing Yao pleaded with him: “It itches…”
Long Yu bit his lip lightly. “Where does it itch?”
Fang Jing Yao reached down and touched the thick, throbbing penis that was moving like a piston underneath him, his fingers kneading the scrotum, and hooked his arm around it, saying, “Inside, it’s so itchy where you’re fucking me…”
The man beneath him was adorably frank on the bed. His cries had been beautiful when he was being rough earlier, and now, with gentler thrusts, his pleading voice sounded even more sweet. Long Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he could no longer contain the surging love within him. His penis, buried inside Fang Jing Yao, grew even larger. He slowly withdrew, then thrust it in again with a powerful thrust!
Fang Jing Yao: “Ugh!!”
Long Yu’s penis almost stretched open the swollen little hole, filling it completely, almost inseparable. He first thrust hard a few times, and seeing Fang Jing Yao’s reddened eyes, he couldn’t help but grab his waist and said in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry.”
Before Fang Jing Yao could react, Long Yu grabbed him and turned him around. His penis remained inside him, and Long Yu forcefully pressed him onto the bed, thrusting into him from behind with each powerful, forceful stroke. The penis was pushed inside, squeezed by the vaginal opening, each thrust heavier than the last. Fang Jing Yao gripped the sheets, twisting his waist, trying to pull away, but Long Yu grabbed him and pulled him back, pressing him down and violating him wantonly, his hips thrusting relentlessly…
Fang Jing Yao could only groan intermittently, then buried his head in the pillow, biting his lip to try not to make a sound.
Long Yu was almost out of control because of his grip. He changed angles and kept thrusting in. When he rubbed hard against one spot, Fang Jing Yao couldn’t help but cry out. He found the right spot and fucked that soft flesh hard. Fang Jing Yao trembled and twisted. He struggled a couple of times but was fucked even more fiercely. His eyes were filled with tears.
The feeling of being violated was a mixture of fear, like the fear of losing control of one’s bladder, and a tingling pleasure that made one’s scalp tingle. Fang Jing Yao was rendered speechless by Long Yu’s actions and could only let his body go limp as he entered and exited, succumbing to the sensation.
When Fang Jing Yao was finished and was trembling and panting, Long Yu hugged his waist and abdomen again, lifted his buttocks closer to himself, and said indistinctly, “It’ll be over soon, just wait for me a little longer, just a little longer.”
Fang Jing Yao tried to get out from under him, “Ugh, I can’t… Long Yu, really, I… Ah!!”
Long Yu leaned down and kissed him, supporting himself on top of him as he lifted his hips and swayed his waist. His face was filled with a seductive look of intoxication. Fang Jing Yao’s last words, “No,” were stimulated by his face and he finally said yes.
He opened his lips to let Long Yu’s tongue slip in, sucking on it, his little hole contracting to accommodate him, to accommodate this man who belonged only to him. He mumbled a soft plea: “Brother, hurry up, I can’t take it anymore… You’re too amazing… You’re going to break me… Ugh!!”
Fang Jing Yao only came to his senses after Long Yu thrust in and out rapidly for the last hundred or so times, then rammed in and ejaculated inside.
“You weren’t wearing a condom… and he ejaculated inside again!”
Fang Jing Yao lay there angrily pounding the bed, thinking, “It’ll be so hard to wash later!”
Dr. Long, who had ejaculated inside, didn’t realize anything was wrong. He was still lying on top of his wife, gently kissing her all over. His already limp penis still twitched a few times inside her vagina, refusing to withdraw. Fang Jing Yao urged him several times before reluctantly pulling out his penis. He then rubbed the opening of her vagina with his fingers a couple of times and said to him, “It’s a little swollen, so wet, it’s all inside… Shall I help you wash it?”
Fang Jing Yao wouldn’t listen to a word he said. He stood up, wrapped in a bathrobe, and shivered as he went to the bathroom. “Get out of here! You said the same thing in Sanya last time!”
Last time it happened three times in one night, so we absolutely can’t let it slide today!
Absolute!
