RTCBM 25

There was something big going on at Sheng Yi today. Hifi’s new nightclub was officially opening to the public. A bunch of the gang’s brothers showed up on their own to celebrate, and all six of the other agents besides Hifi attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

The seven agents of Sheng Yi were known as the Seven Elites. They were Mu Yuan, Hifi, Old Er, Yuan Yuan, Zhong Bo, Old Cai, and Long Mei. Sheng Yi always operated on one principle: the capable take the seat. Anyone who managed to become an agent either had outstanding ability in some area or had made a major contribution to the gang. Because of that, anyone qualified to be one of the Seven Elites stood as equals, with no regard for seniority.

“Wild Wolf, I heard you made citywide headlines not long ago,” Hifi swaggered over to Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan’s first instinct was panic. His mind jumped straight to that secretly filmed video. His heart almost stopped. “Wha… what headlines?”

“The charity auction. You heroically saved someone and got seriously injured doing it. The reporters are hyping you up like you’re some kind of god.” Hifi let out a loud laugh.

“Shit, you scared the crap out of me…” Mu Yuan patted his chest. The panic still hadn’t worn off.

“How did I scare you?” Hifi looked genuinely confused. He passed Mu Yuan a cigar. “Want one? It’s top-grade Cohiba. I had someone bring it back from Cuba not long ago.”

Mu Yuan’s eyes lit up instantly. He skipped the polite decline and took the cigar right from Hifi’s hand. Just for a second, Wen Shang’s face flashed through his mind. He remembered how Wen Shang always caught him red-handed when he was secretly smoking.

“Tch, what the hell…” Mu Yuan tapped his temple, trying to push Wen Shang out of his head.

When the boss was talking, the underlings kept quiet. Listening to Mu Yuan and Hifi’s conversation, Xiao Xing couldn’t help nudging A-Zhi and whispering, “Brother Zhi, the boss has a nickname? Why do the others call him Wild Wolf?”

“You just joined, so it’s normal not to know these things. That nickname didn’t come from us. It was the Japanese who gave it to him.”

A-Zhi gave Xiao Xing a rough rundown of the past.

Sheng Yi had a branch in Japan’s Kanto region. Back then, Mu Yuan was assigned to handle operations over there. That was the official wording, anyway. A strong dragon still struggles to suppress a local snake. No matter how powerful Sheng Yi was back home, once they were in Japan, it was someone else’s territory. The so-called Sheng Yi Japan branch was just a name. The ones who really called the shots were the local yakuza.

Life in Japan hadn’t been easy for Sheng Yi’s branch. They were constantly being suppressed. The original branch leader eventually ran off, and Sheng Yi had no choice but to send someone new. That someone was Mu Yuan.

In truth, no one had any real hopes for the Japan branch from the very beginning. Nobody expected it to grow strong or gain real power. They just wanted to keep up the illusion, something to preserve the surface-level image. As long as the branch still existed, Sheng Yi could keep using it as a conversation piece. That was the only reason they sent someone from the mainland. It didn’t matter who. They just needed someone to keep holding up that so-called “overseas branch” banner.

Not knowing the language, unfamiliar with the place, Mu Yuan had a rough time when he first arrived in Japan. It wasn’t hard to imagine how tough it was. Fortunately, he was naturally stubborn. No matter how brutal the storm, he bore it all alone. He swallowed every bit of humiliation and pain like broken teeth. He faced countless hardships, slammed into walls again and again. The only thing that kept him going were three simple words: never back down.

One day on his way home, Mu Yuan came across a man who had been shot. He helped him and took him back to treat his wounds. Later, by pure coincidence, Mu Yuan found out the man was none other than Nikaido Ryuzawa, the current leader of Ushijima-gumi, a powerful Kanto-based yakuza gang.

Gang wars were unavoidable no matter the country or region. Sheng Yi’s Japan branch had no intention of getting involved in local yakuza disputes, but they got dragged into it anyway. Backed into a corner and forced to protect his people, Mu Yuan decided to ally with Ushijima-gumi and take on the other gangs together.

Nikaido fought side by side with Mu Yuan. Even when they were completely surrounded, with no way out, neither of them ever bowed their heads. They held their ground and launched a fierce counterattack. That desperate battle between a ruthless demon and a wild wolf throwing himself at death ended in a sweeping victory for Ushijima-gumi.

From that moment on, Ushijima-gumi’s name exploded across the Kanto underworld. Their power spread fast, rising to become the most dominant gang in the region. Nikaido Ryuzawa became known as Shura, and Mu Yuan earned the nickname Wild Wolf. The two became sworn brothers. Nikaido even made a vow that as long as Ushijima-gumi existed, no one would be allowed to lay a hand on Sheng Yi’s Japan branch. With such a powerful ally behind them, Sheng Yi quickly rose to prominence. Mu Yuan alone dragged the entire branch up to a level that stood toe-to-toe with the local yakuza, an accomplishment that couldn’t be denied.

After going above and beyond on his mission, Mu Yuan returned home and was immediately promoted, taking his place among the Seven Elites.

Mu Yuan rarely talked about what happened back then, but the story kept spreading. Eventually, even gangs outside Sheng Yi had heard of it.

The celebration was still in full swing, but Mu Yuan hadn’t been sleeping well the past few days and had a nagging headache. After greeting everyone, he left early to get some rest.

On his way out of the club to fetch his car, he passed a dim alley where two men were kissing, arms wrapped tightly around each other. When they heard footsteps, both looked over. One of them locked eyes with Mu Yuan, and Mu Yuan recognized him right away. It was Xiao Xing.

Xiao Xing clearly hadn’t expected to get caught by his own boss in a scene like this. Flustered, he shoved the man off and whispered something quickly. The guy turned and slipped away toward the far end of the alley.

“Boss…”

Mu Yuan strolled over with a grin and looked Xiao Xing up and down before patting his shoulder.

“So this is your thing, huh? Didn’t take you for that kind of guy.”

“Uh, Boss, about just now… can you please keep it a secret? Don’t tell anyone?”

“Why?” Mu Yuan looked puzzled.

Xiao Xing looked a little pitiful. “I don’t want the other guys to know. If they find out I’m… gay, I’m scared they’ll look down on me.”

Mu Yuan clicked his tongue. “What fucking era are we living in? Still hiding because you’re into men? Is it a crime now? You like who you like, why the hell should you care what anyone else thinks?”

“Boss, I really don’t want anyone to know. I’m begging you, please keep it to yourself,” Xiao Xing pleaded.

“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything.” Mu Yuan waved him off, sounding annoyed. He turned to leave, but after just a few steps, stopped and came back. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at Xiao Xing curiously.

“When you hook up with guys, are you the one on top or bottom?”

Xiao Xing hesitated, clearly embarrassed. It took him a while before he finally replied.

“I’m the bottom.”

Bottom meant the one taking it. That much Mu Yuan understood. He kept pressing.

“What’s it feel like when you’re underneath?”

“Huh?”

“Is it really as good as they show in gay porn?”

Seeing how interested Mu Yuan looked, Xiao Xing panicked. He thought the boss might be into him and nearly lost it.

He swallowed hard and said in a small voice, “Boss, I… I already have a boyfriend. And you like women, don’t you?”

“Who the fuck said I liked you?” Mu Yuan’s face changed immediately. He looked disgusted, waving his hand as if to swat away the idea.

“I was just curious, alright? That’s the only reason I asked.”

The only gay guy Mu Yuan knew was Ryan. And while Ryan sometimes shared stuff about his love life, the two of them weren’t close enough to casually talk about stuff like this. So even though he’d always been curious, he never dared to ask. Now that he found out one of his own guys was into men, he jumped at the chance to finally get his questions answered.

“You know, women have that spot that gets them off. That I get. But guys? All they’ve got back there is an asshole. You’re telling me getting fucked can actually feel good?”

Mu Yuan never minced words. He asked exactly what was on his mind.

Xiao Xing patiently explained, “Boss, actually, men have something women don’t. There’s the prostate. That’s what gives them pleasure.”

“What the hell did you just say?” Mu Yuan, straight as an arrow, had no clue about this kind of thing. “Men have a G-spot too?”

“Yeah… it actually feels pretty good.” Xiao Xing admitted with some embarrassment.

“But doesn’t it hurt? Getting poked in the ass like that?”

“The first time might hurt a little, that’s why you have to prep for it. Like stretching beforehand and stuff,” Xiao Xing said.

“I had this friend who tried it with a guy once. It was a disaster. He bled, got hurt, ended up in the hospital. Doesn’t sound that fun to me.”

“Boss, sounds like your friend didn’t prep properly. If you do it right, it might still hurt a bit, but not enough to end up in the hospital. Sounds like the guy he was with was way too rough.”

“Who the fuck said it was with a guy?” Mu Yuan suddenly yelled.

Xiao Xing flinched in shock, immediately shutting up.

Right after snapping, Mu Yuan realized he might’ve gone too far. He cleared his throat a couple of times to cover it up and forced himself to calm down.

As soon as he got home, the first thing he did was turn on his computer and start searching for information about the prostate. Clicking through the homepage suggestions, he found a forum post titled: “A Straight Guy Shares His Experience with At-Home Prostate Massage.”

According to the original poster, he waited until his girlfriend wasn’t home, then secretly experimented with a cucumber. He detailed every single step and change in sensation throughout the process. In the end, he came to one conclusion: It was the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced in his life.

First there was Xiao Xing’s explanation. Now there was this straight guy’s testimonial. Mu Yuan still had his doubts, but curiosity was eating at him. He couldn’t resist. He decided to try it for himself.

He went to the fridge and grabbed a small cucumber. Following the poster’s instructions, he prepared the lube and got ready to do it step by step.

He took a shower first. While washing, he made sure to clean his ass thoroughly, going over it several times. Naked, he sat on the bed and started by dipping his fingers in the lube, slowly easing them into his hole, working on stretching himself out. One finger. Then two. Then three.

Once he felt ready, he pulled out the peeled cucumber, smeared it with lube, and pressed it gently against his rim. Slowly, carefully, he pushed it in. Once the tip was inside, Mu Yuan took a deep breath and paused for a moment. Then he pushed in further. He was scared of hurting himself, so he kept his movements slow and cautious.

About four or five centimeters in, the tip of the cucumber bumped against something. The jolt of sensation shot through his body like an electric shock. He felt a warm rush below, followed by a strange mix of numbness, aching, and tingling. His hole clenched tight, instinctively gripping the intruding object. That intense pleasure started to ripple through him, stronger and stronger with each passing second.

The feeling from stimulating the prostate was nothing like cumming during sex. He couldn’t explain what made it so different, but just like they said, it really was a kind of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt.

Mu Yuan lay back on the bed, legs curled up, hips arched. His breathing grew heavier. The pleasure fogged up his mind, pushing him to the edge. He felt like he was seriously about to cum, and a low moan escaped from his throat without him realizing it.

Just as he was reaching the peak of the experiment, the landline phone on the nightstand rang out loud and sharp. Mu Yuan frowned in irritation, refusing to answer. It rang, stopped, and rang again. Over and over.

After a moment of hesitation, he figured it might be someone from the gang needing him for something important, so he finally picked up the receiver and said, “Hello.”

At that moment, he was lying sideways on the bed, still with the cucumber buried in his ass.

“It’s me.”

The moment Wen Shang spoke, all of Mu Yuan’s interest disappeared. Gone. Completely limp.

“We’re even now. Don’t come looking for me if it’s nothing important.”

“You left some clothes at my place.”

“Forget the clothes. Just throw them out.”

Mu Yuan was about to hang up when the voice on the other end added, “I already brought them over. I’m downstairs.”

Mu Yuan went silent.

“Open the door for me in a bit.”

“Don’t come up. I’m going to sleep. Even if you do, I’m not opening the door.” With that, Mu Yuan hung up straight away. Just to make sure Wen Shang wouldn’t keep bugging him, he yanked out the phone line completely.

Not even ten seconds later, the doorbell rang.

So that bastard wasn’t downstairs at all. He was already at his door.

Mu Yuan grabbed a pillow and pressed it over his ears, pretending not to hear a thing. He made up his mind not to open the door no matter what.

Ding dong… ding dong ding dong ding dong…

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong…

The doorbell kept ringing like it was locked in a stubborn standoff with the man inside, determined to see who would hold out longer and come out the winner.