SYU 1. Go to Hell, Wu Jinshan

Chen Xiucheng’s ass hurt. His hole hurt. His waist, legs, and wrists all hurt. Every part of him hurt.

He lay sprawled out on the bed, completely drained, his bare back exposed and his lower half covered only by a thin sheet. He was so exhausted he could barely twitch a finger.

The hotel room lights were off. Only a sliver of light seeped in through the gap in the curtains. Chen Xiucheng had no idea what time it was. As his mind slowly cleared, memories of last night returned to him. He remembered how long it had lasted, how intense it was, how brutal and inhuman the entire thing had been. The warm body still curled up beside him beneath the blanket reminded him that the bastard responsible for all of it was lying right there.

His cheek twitched. He opened his eyes slightly and saw the face right in front of him. It looked peaceful, breathing steady, deep in sleep. His blood began to boil.

If it hadn’t been for the situation catching him off guard yesterday afternoon… If he hadn’t gone to Wu Jinshan for help… If he hadn’t, in a panic, agreed to one request in exchange… then none of this would have happened.

But that didn’t mean Wu Jinshan could just take advantage of the moment, push him down, force his way in, pound away like a beast, and treat him like a stress ball to squeeze and fuck.

Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.

Chen Xiucheng clenched his fists. He was going to kill that bastard.

But… murder was illegal.

No, wasn’t rape illegal too?

Wait. Rape? Did he just get raped?

Chen Xiucheng’s face turned pale in an instant. Then, a strange flush of red slowly crept up his cheeks, for reasons even he could not explain.

No. No, no, absolutely not. There was no way he was going to admit to having had any kind of intimate physical contact with Wu Jinshan. He had to correct this absurd line of thought and reestablish logical coherence.

First of all, the injured area was his ass. Technically, the anus. Crudely speaking, his asshole.

So all that really happened was that Wu Jinshan used his built-in weapon to attack his asshole.

Yes. That was it. He needed to get justice for his asshole.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. And that included, but was not limited to, Wu Jinshan licking his neck, shoulders, and chest, biting wherever he pleased. All of it needed to be accounted for.

Chen Xiucheng forced his aching body upright and looked around, searching for a suitable weapon with which to carry out his revenge.

But before he could get anywhere, his wrist gave out. He had just managed to sit up when his body tilted to the side, and he slipped off the bed, crashing to the floor in a noisy heap.

The sound of the fall echoed through the room. Something thudded. Something clattered. Something even rang out with a metallic clang.

Wu Jinshan woke up.

He opened his eyes and sighed.

He just couldn’t figure it out. Why was Chen Xiucheng always such a handful? Talked endlessly during the day, and even after a night of fucking, he still found a way to cause trouble.

Clearly, next time, he’d have to fuck him twice.

“After a whole night, you still won’t let me sleep?” Wu Jinshan mumbled groggily, yawning as he reached out lazily to the side.

No one was there?

Not in the blankets. He scanned the room. No one. Not in the trash can either!

Wu Jinshan tilted his head and stared up at the gaudy chandelier on the hotel ceiling. After a few seconds of thought, he leaned forward, craned his neck, and looked down.

There was Chen Xiucheng, completely naked, not a scrap of clothing on him, lying flat on the floor with his arms and legs splayed.

The bed was right there, and he was sleeping on the ground? What kind of kink was this?

Wu Jinshan furrowed his brows, about to ask what the hell he was doing on the floor, when everything suddenly went dark.

A solid punch landed squarely on his left eye.

And right in his ear, Chen Xiucheng roared loud enough to shake the walls.

“Go to hell, Wu Jinshan!”