Chapter 60 – Extra 01: Naked Apron (Part 2)

When Guan Heng pulled out, Ye Zhou’s body was still trembling slightly, his ass in a state of spasm, the entrance to his hole red and swollen, pulsating open and closed. The lubricant that had been pushed deep inside now flowed back out, an erotic and lewd sight. He discarded the used condom and replaced it with a new one, then flipped Ye Zhou over so he was lying on his back on the dining table.

Ye Zhou’s body felt as if it had been thoroughly worked over, utterly devoid of strength. He felt his legs being spread apart, the apron covering his lower half lifted up to his waist, exposing his rear completely. His penis, unable to find release, remained stubbornly erect, helplessly leaking large amounts of prostate fluid.

“Wait, don’t…”

But Guan Heng ignored his soft plea, thrusting savagely back into him once again.

The pleasure from a prostate orgasm differed from that of ejaculation; the afterglow was more intense and lasted longer. So Ye Zhou’s body was still in its most sensitive state, unable to withstand another strong stimulation. He experienced a mix of agony and ecstasy, nearly brought to tears: “Ahnn—slower, it’s too fast—!”

Guan Heng saw the embarrassed and shameful expression on Ye Zhou’s face, his cheeks flushed, suspicious drops of moisture sliding down the corner of his eyes. But Ye Zhou’s body was just as honest as he was, very sensual, his hole greedily swallowing Guan Heng’s member, his sizable sex swinging lewdly with each thrust.

Guan Heng shifted his position slightly, lifting Ye Zhou’s right leg onto his shoulder with one hand while the other tightly gripped his waist, dragging him closer towards his crotch. The sound of their flesh slamming together grew louder, mixed with the slick sounds of the lubricant, Ye Zhou’s penis jiggling even more violently, being hit deeper than ever before: “Ah, no—can’t take it anymore—”

This time, Ye Zhou was truly being bullied, moaning in discomfort, his whimpers sounding almost aggrieved: “…kiss me.”

Guan Heng discovered that Ye Zhou liked kissing a lot during sex, as if no matter how uncomfortable he was, all it took was a kiss to satisfy him. His attitude softened somewhat, lowering his head to kiss him. As their lips and tongues intertwined, he could feel Ye Zhou’s insides becoming wetter, a sign of extreme arousal.

“Mmm…” Ye Zhou struggled to lift his head to meet Guan Heng’s kiss, fully engaged and devout. He didn’t want to touch Guan Heng with his greasy hands, yet he wanted Guan Heng to be closer to him, so he crossed his wrists behind Guan Heng’s head, loosely wrapping them around his neck.

Guan Heng actually wasn’t that concerned about whether Ye Zhou would dirty his clothes, but he still complied, lowering his body to press Ye Zhou against the table, deeply embedded within him but not moving.

They kissed for quite some time, their bodies already perfectly in sync. Guan Heng’s member throbbed inside him, affecting Ye Zhou’s exposed penis, causing it to excitedly quiver in unison but out of tune.

Then Guan Heng suddenly gave him a deep kiss, as if trying to steal his breath away. Ye Zhou nearly suffocated, his chest compressed, his nose seemingly unable to draw in oxygen. He gulped down large mouthfuls of oxygen from Guan Heng’s mouth, unaware that his hole was beginning to constrict tightly due to the lack of oxygen, squeezing the shaft within.

Guan Heng wouldn’t let Ye Zhou really suffocate, breathing air into him at regular intervals as if performing CPR, deriving immense pleasure from the act.

Guan Heng precisely controlled the amount of oxygen Ye Zhou received, then began rapidly thrusting in small movements deep inside him again.

“Unn—” Ye Zhou groaned in discomfort and pleasure, unknowingly shedding tears from the strain. Even though he felt slightly suffocated, he wasn’t afraid, completely trusting Guan Heng and thus enjoying the ultimate sexual experience. He reached climax for the second time under such restrictive conditions.

After having sex twice, the peanut stewed pig’s trotters were nearly done cooking, but they couldn’t be eaten immediately after being done; letting them simmer a bit longer would make them softer and more fragrant.

Ye Zhou felt like the pig’s trotters in the pot, soft and tender.

When Guan Heng carried him down from the table, Ye Zhou nearly lost his balance, requiring Guan Heng’s support. His former status as a top left him feeling disgraced and resentful: “I just have numb legs…”

Guan Heng suppressed a laugh: “Come on, let’s wash our hands.”

After Guan Heng turned off the stove, he walked over to the sink, wrapping his arms around Ye Zhou from behind. This time, he didn’t bother with foreplay; something hard and sizable made its way into Ye Zhou’s body without warning.

Ye Zhou gasped sharply: “Mmm, don’t suddenly…”

Although he complained verbally, his body still enjoyed it. Especially since Guan Heng wasn’t wearing a condom this time, making the sensation of entry much more pronounced.

Guan Heng acted as if nothing was happening, holding Ye Zhou’s hands from behind and placing them under the faucet to rinse, lathering soap, not missing even the nail crevices, cleaning them meticulously.

Ye Zhou was washing his hands, but Guan Heng was standing behind him, thrusting into him. He suddenly felt that all his years as a top had been for naught, Teacher Guan was simply better at this.

Still, although Ye Zhou was comfortable, he hadn’t ejaculated once. His desire was unfulfilled, his moans becoming more pained: “…Brother Heng.”

“Hmm.”

Ye Zhou knew Guan Heng couldn’t possibly misunderstand; he was waiting for him to speak up himself. At this point, his pride and shame in front of Guan Heng were virtually nonexistent: “I can’t come… it’s uncomfortable…”

Guan Heng feigned ignorance: “So what?”

“You touch me…”

Guan Heng didn’t respond, leaving Ye Zhou unsure if he agreed or disagreed.

Ye Zhou was ashamed, but being coy wasn’t his style; he gritted his teeth and went all out: “Make me come—!”

Finally, Guan Heng relented: “Alright.”

Since he’d already lost all dignity, Ye Zhou wasn’t afraid of being laughed at: “Not here… my back hurts…”

Guan Heng chuckled softly. After confirming that the gas stove was off, he supported Ye Zhou as they moved to the living room. Because someone refused to be carried like a princess.

The most comfortable place in the living room was the sofa, although the bed was even more comfortable, but Ye Zhou’s legs might give out before reaching the upstairs bedroom, which would be embarrassing. He could do without his face, but he couldn’t lose his last shred of dignity.

So, Guan Heng helped Ye Zhou sit on the sofa, removed the soiled apron, and had him straddle him.

Ye Zhou wailed: “Why is it still this position?”

Guan Heng answered him: “Your core strength is too weak, you need to start training. Starting tomorrow, come with me to exercise.”

Guan Heng struck a nerve in Ye Zhou; nine times out of ten, Ye Zhou complained of back pain during sex.

Ye Zhou dared not argue. In reality, it was simply that Guan Heng’s stamina was too monstrous, which was naturally related to his rigorous self-training. Otherwise, how could they have such harmonious sex life? Lacking confidence, he mumbled softly: “I have to stand for long periods when working in the restaurant… it’s always been like this…”

“It’s all excuses.” Guan Heng patted Ye Zhou’s butt, “Get on.”

For the first time in his life, Ye Zhou’s ass was smacked. Amidst his humiliation and anger, there was also a hint of pleasure. He held onto Guan Heng’s shoulders and straddled him, once again feeling the sensation of being filled: “Ah…”

Guan Heng observed his subtle expression but said nothing.

Ye Zhou rode Guan Heng, working hard. Compared to Guan Heng’s complete attire, his nakedness as he took the initiative to ride was simply too lewd. Dissatisfied with the situation, he reached out to pull at Guan Heng’s shirt, roughly unbuttoning it and caressing his pecs wildly.

Although Guan Heng allowed Ye Zhou to do as he pleased, his eyes conveyed the message that Ye Zhou was asking for trouble.

Ye Zhou pretended not to see, leaning in to kiss Guan Heng’s lips.

Guan Heng wrapped his right arm around Ye Zhou’s waist and gripped the back of his neck with his left, almost controlling the rhythm of Ye Zhou’s body as he began to thrust upward crazily.

“Unnn—” The previous two rounds of sex had already been high-intensity, and Ye Zhou’s stamina was limited, truly reaching his limit. But compared to before, his stamina had clearly improved, his abs more defined.

Guan Heng likely thought the same, not prolonging things this time, planning to finish quickly.

A powerful urge to ejaculate suddenly washed over him. Ye Zhou felt like he was about to burst: “I’m going to—touch me—”

Finally, Guan Heng reached out to grab his penis, stroking it while burying himself deeply inside, savoring the ultimate pleasure of Ye Zhou’s ass clenching tightly on the brink of climax.

“Unn—” Ye Zhou buried his head in the crook of Guan Heng’s neck, biting his shoulder involuntarily as he came.

Guan Heng grunted, feeling a slight pain in his shoulder, but it was pleasurable. He waited until Ye Zhou finished coming before releasing inside him. Ye Zhou shuddered from the spray of semen, his penis spurting out more cum in waves, prolonging the beautiful afterglow of pleasure.

At two-thirty in the afternoon, after they tidied up, they finally sat down at the table for a late lunch.

The peanuts were fragrant, and the pig’s trotters were well-marinated, the aroma wafting through the air when the lid was lifted.

Guan Heng picked out the piece of pig’s trotter that Ye Zhou had almost crushed, quickly devouring it with his usual astonishing eating speed. After finishing, he didn’t forget to say: “Delicious. You should eat more.”

Ye Zhou’s face inexplicably reddened. But it wasn’t just his own boasting; it was indeed delicious. Dishes they cooked together couldn’t possibly taste bad.

After having peanut stewed pig’s trotters for lunch, they had soup to drink in the afternoon, so naturally, they had to have another round at night.

Ye Zhou cherished the rare opportunity to spend his day off with Guan Heng, living a fulfilling, happy, and blissful life.