RTCBM 27

There’s a saying, once you taste the marrow, you’ll crave the flavor. Mu Yuan’s fearless drive to explore and seek truth was, unfortunately, applied in the wrong place. As a result, a whole new door to a different world had been thrown wide open.

After that night, he found himself seeing sex between men in a completely new light.

He still got hard watching porn, that much hadn’t changed. Prostate play was just another form of physical pleasure. It didn’t mean he was gay. There was no shame in that.

With this kind of self-reassurance, Mu Yuan peacefully accepted the fact that getting off from backdoor action was something his body responded to.

The morning after that night with Wen Shang, once their business was done, Mu Yuan went online and ordered a set of male massage toys. But after using them twice, he felt bored. Toys were lifeless, people weren’t. Stuff like this really needed a living partner to make it fun.

Taking advantage of the weekend night, Mu Yuan drove to Mansion No. 19 on the outskirts of the city. The guard at the gate, seeing the Shengyi emblem on the front of his car, waved him through without question.

This private club had been in operation for years, but it had always catered exclusively to male customers. The services offered were strictly for men, and the ones providing those services were also men.

He’d known about the place for a while, but today was his first time walking through the door.

The host who greeted him was clearly a seasoned professional. Even though they’d never interacted before, he immediately recognized Mu Yuan’s identity as one of the Seven Legends.

“Mr. Mu, welcome. I’ve long heard of you.”

Mu Yuan gave a small nod. “Is your boss in?”

“She is.” The host responded warmly. After all, not all guests were created equal. And this one, a member of the Seven Legends, was definitely top-tier. The host didn’t dare show the slightest disrespect, and promptly led Mu Yuan into a private VIP lounge. “Please wait a moment. I’ll go get her.”

Not long after, the door opened again, and in walked a stunning woman dressed in a luxurious gown. When she saw Mu Yuan, she smiled, walked straight up, and shoved him on the shoulder with playful force.

“Well, well, Wolfie. What kind of wind blew you into my place today?”

This stunning, classy woman was none other than Long Mei, one of the Seven Legends. In her early thirties, she took excellent care of herself and could easily pass for someone in her mid-twenties. Long Mei was a top-tier socialite and negotiator, able to infiltrate any circle with ease. Over the years, that skill had brought countless connections and business opportunities into the syndicate.

Mansion No. 19 was an entertainment venue focused on male-male services. It also happened to be a hot spot for rich and powerful men, naturally making it a goldmine for networking. With business and connections going hand in hand, it suited Long Mei perfectly.

Mu Yuan was widely known as a die-hard straight guy. So when she saw him walk into Mansion No. 19 for the first time ever, Long Mei didn’t think too much of it. She assumed he was here to talk business.

Mu Yuan didn’t beat around the bush. He came right out and asked, “You got a guy here who’s right for me?”

Long Mei froze for a second, stunned. She looked at Mu Yuan with disbelief in her eyes. “Wolfie, did I hear that right? You’re looking for a man?”

“If I wasn’t, why the hell would I come here?” Mu Yuan chuckled.

“Hold on.” Long Mei raised a hand. “When did you switch sides halfway through?”

“What switch? I’m just trying to have some fun with a guy. That doesn’t make me gay.” Mu Yuan pointed at his chest and gave her a playful wink. “I’m still solid down here, nothing fake about it.”

Long Mei shot him a teasing look, clearly full of implications. “Wolfie, did you try something new recently and get addicted?”

The events of that night flashed through Mu Yuan’s mind again. His heart started racing, his mouth dry. He subconsciously licked his lips.

“Hey, that’s none of your business. I’m paying, and I’m not stingy. As long as I feel good, that’s all that matters. Get me your best guy.”

Long Mei never would’ve guessed that Mu Yuan, a straight guy hooked on prostate massages, would show up here. So she followed his usual taste when picking up girls and sent over four or five fair-skinned, delicate boys, all pretty as flowers. Before they went in, she reminded them again and again to make sure Mr. Mu was completely satisfied.

The moment Mu Yuan laid eyes on the group, all his excitement vanished. The sweet perfumes, the effeminate mannerisms, they turned him off completely.

Quality-wise, every server at Mansion No. 19 had been handpicked by the boss. There was no way they were subpar. But Mu Yuan had zero interest in these soft, fragile pretty boys. They looked and acted like girls, pouting and clinging to him with no backbone at all. It made him want to gag. What the hell was this?

“Boss Mu, aren’t you interested in me?”
One of the boys batted his big innocent eyes and puckered his glossy red lips, trying to seduce him.

Bullshit. Mu Yuan cursed silently.

Fucking a guy was out of the question. He had no interest in other men’s asses. If he really had to deal with this kind of limp-wristed sissy, he’d rather go outside and find a hot chick with big tits and a sweet voice.

He only came here looking for someone to give him a proper prostate massage. But if the price was having one of these weak little things bend over for him, Mu Yuan would rather smash his head against a wall.

Sighing, Mu Yuan shook his head and quickly picked up the phone to call Long Mei.

“Hello? Wolfie, how were those boys I sent over? They’re our top-ranked hosts. Lots of experience, really know how to play. You satisfied?” Long Mei laughed, clearly proud of her staff.

“I’m telling you, Long Mei, those boys just don’t cut it. Switch them out for me.”

“Not your type?” She sounded surprised, then asked, “So what kind are you looking for? I’ll find someone else. We’ve got plenty of options here. I guarantee we’ll get you what you want.”

Mu Yuan opened his mouth but stopped himself. He was about to say he wanted a tall, solid, muscular man. Someone who could really give it to him and make it count. But then he caught himself. That didn’t sound right. Prostate massage might feel good, sure, but if Long Mei and the others got wind of it, they’d think he was some horny freak who liked getting railed by men. His reputation in Shengyi and the whole gang would go straight down the drain. That wouldn’t do.

This kind of thing couldn’t just be handled by anyone.

After wasting a whole night, Mu Yuan ended up doing nothing and left empty-handed.

How could he get what he wanted without drawing attention? He needed a long-term, reliable fuck buddy. And the first person who came to mind was Wen Shang.

Not because the guy was anything special, but because they’d already done it once. That was one. And two, Wen Shang fit all of Mu Yuan’s physical requirements. Tall, strong, solid build. Not a weakling. Not a soft pushover. When he did it, he went all in like a real man. Instead of searching pointlessly outside, why not take advantage of the one already within reach?

Mu Yuan was a man of action. Once he made a decision, he went for it.

The next day, he went straight to Wen Shang’s company to find him.

It was his second time showing up since that whole chaos at the office last time. Everyone in the company still remembered this terrifying gangster. No one dared say a word when they saw him.

Wen Shang was in his office handling paperwork when Chris knocked on the door, looking visibly nervous. Sensing something unexpected, he looked up and asked,
“What’s wrong?”

“Boss, there’s a guy outside named Mu Yuan… he says he’s here to see you.”

Wen Shang paused for a second and immediately set down his pen.
“Where is he now?”

“I told him to wait in the reception room, but he wouldn’t listen. He insisted on coming straight to your office. He’s right outside the door now.”

Chris hesitated, then asked,
“Should we call the police?”

Wen Shang raised a hand, signaling her to hold off.
“No need. Let him in.”

“Alright.” Chris nodded and went to carry out the order.

Mu Yuan walked in dressed like the same flashy nouveau riche wannabe as always. His foot had barely crossed the threshold when he called out loudly, “Yo, Wen-ge, good morning!”

Without waiting for a response, he flopped down on the sofa and helped himself to a plump, juicy strawberry from the fruit tray on the coffee table, stuffing it into his mouth and chomping away without restraint.

This guy really was as unrefined and shameless as ever.

Wen Shang assumed he’d come for an explanation about that night. But as far as he was concerned, there was nothing to explain. It happened with both of them consenting. Still, judging from Mu Yuan’s casual, nothing-happened attitude, Wen Shang started to suspect he might be here for something else entirely.

So he asked, “What do you want?”

“Can’t I come see you even if there’s nothing going on?” Mu Yuan stretched lazily and grabbed another strawberry.
“These are really sweet. Where’d you get them?”

“You can ask my assistant outside. She bought them.”

Mu Yuan waved it off. “No need, I was just asking. Not like I’m really gonna buy any.”

He wandered aimlessly around the office, poking at the bookshelf here, checking something out there, without saying a single word about what happened that night.

Truth was, he hadn’t figured out how to bring it up. Mu Yuan might be straightforward, but that didn’t mean he was stupid. He couldn’t just blurt out something like,

“Hey, your backdoor skills aren’t bad. I kinda liked it. Wanna be my long-term fuck buddy?”

Even if he could shamelessly spit it out, there was no guarantee Wen Shang would actually agree. Better to weigh his words and organize his pitch properly.

Checking the time, Mu Yuan saw it was already around lunch. He figured it would be better to warm things up over a meal before bringing out the real agenda.

Putting on his most pleasant smile, he looked at Wen Shang and asked, “Wen-ge, have you eaten yet?”

“What kind of dumbass question is that? I’ve been sitting here working the whole time. Can’t you tell whether I’ve eaten or not?”

Mu Yuan didn’t like Wen Shang’s arrogant tone. Feeling a little annoyed, he said confidently, “I’m asking if you’ve eaten because I want to eat with you. Can’t you even pick up on that?”

Wen Shang gave him a glance but didn’t reply. After a few seconds of silence, he finally turned to grab his jacket. With his back to Mu Yuan, a faint smile slipped onto his face.

“Wen-ge, I’m treating you today, so don’t get all polite with me,” Mu Yuan said, clearly in a good mood.

No one just drops by the temple for no reason. Wen Shang still didn’t believe this guy came just to catch up. “Do you want something from me? If you do, just spit it out.”

Mu Yuan ignored the question completely and changed the topic on purpose.
“Wen-ge, today I’m taking you to eat something real special.”

“What is it?” Wen Shang was mildly curious.

“Take a guess,” Mu Yuan said with a sly smile and a playful wink.

“Hot pot.”

“Nope.”

“Fried chicken.”

“Wrong again.”

Wen Shang frowned. He didn’t want to keep playing this guessing game.

“If I can’t guess it, then just tell me.”

“What I’m taking you to eat today is amazing. It’s called Flying High and Soaring Rich.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to be?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

The commercial street was packed with people during lunch hour. Mu Yuan led Wen Shang into a shop that specialized in grasshopper snacks. He pointed at the skewers of roasted grasshoppers inside the display case and proudly said, “This shop’s grasshoppers are delicious. Look at that. That’s their signature snack, Flying High and Soaring Rich.”

So this was the “special treat” Mu Yuan had hyped up.

Wen Shang’s face stiffened immediately.

There was already a long line of customers waiting. Mu Yuan dragged Wen Shang to the end of the queue. Honestly, Wen Shang didn’t want to eat that crap at all. Just the smell of fried bugs was enough to make his stomach turn. As the line slowly moved forward and their turn approached, he grabbed Mu Yuan’s arm, ready to leave. “Let’s just go eat hot pot instead.”

“Hot pot?” Mu Yuan was playing a mobile game and barely looked up. He twisted his arm out of Wen Shang’s grip and said,
“No way. I’ve been eating hot pot almost every day lately. I’m sick of it.”

“Then how about fried chicken?” Anything was better than bugs.

Mu Yuan was completely focused on his game and only caught the last two words. He thought Wen Shang was cussing him out and immediately looked up, yelling,
“Fried your dick, you fucker!”

His voice was so loud it echoed. Everyone nearby turned their heads all at once. Some started pointing and laughing at them. The whole place buzzed with amusement. Wen Shang wanted nothing more than to slap the vulgar bastard across the face right there and then.