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Sticking around any longer would have been pointless. He Dongying told Mu Yuan to pass a message to Xiang Yang, then left on his own.

Mu Yuan picked up two slices of cake and walked over to the bar. He handed one to the man sitting there. The man took it with a smile and a hint of flirtation in his eyes as he looked at Mu Yuan.

“You look unfamiliar. First time here?” He leaned in slightly, resting a hand on Mu Yuan’s thigh and tapping his fingers a few times.

His eyes were half-lidded, drifting toward Mu Yuan’s crotch. He licked his lips slowly, smiling with a sleazy edge.

Mu Yuan didn’t know anything about the gay scene. His preconceived ideas led him to assume that all muscular guys were tops. But this man was actually a flamboyant bottom, not the kind Mu Yuan was looking for. It wasn’t really about whether someone could read the room. Mu Yuan was just clueless.

So when the man started flirting and teasing, Mu Yuan didn’t find anything strange about it. He just thought the guy was really open and started joking around with him.

Watching this scene unfold from a distance made Wen Shang’s chest burn with irritation.

Wen Shang hadn’t shown up at this party by coincidence. He came specifically to keep watch.

Ever since Mu Yuan’s secret had been exposed, Wen Shang had been occasionally asking Xiang Yang about him, sometimes casually, sometimes deliberately. A couple of days ago, when he found out from Xiang Yang that Mu Yuan was planning to hit up a gay party to find someone to fuck, Wen Shang nearly lost it. He wanted to throw Mu Yuan’s favorite curse “fuck your mother” right back at him two hundred times.

And now here he was and that shameless bastard was sitting there flirting with some flamboyant bottom, grinning and grabbing at each other’s thighs like it was nothing. Wen Shang couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his glass down hard on the table.

“Wen-shao, you’ve been staring at the bar for a while. Did one of the guys over there catch your eye?” The male model beside him leaned in with a smile, batting his lashes flirtatiously.

Wen Shang didn’t respond. He just kept drinking. The model tried to hit on him for a while longer, but seeing Wen Shang’s cold, indifferent face, he gave up and walked away in disappointment.

Wen Shang watched as Mu Yuan got up and headed toward the buffet. Before he realized it, he was already on his feet, moving in the same direction.

The table was filled with luxurious food, and Mu Yuan’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Being rich was really something. You could enjoy whatever the hell you wanted.

He made a round around the table and saw that the cheese lobster was the most popular item, with only one portion left. Just as he reached out to take it, a hand shot in and snatched it first.

He looked up.

Wen Shang stood there, his expression dark as thunder.

Mu Yuan froze for a second. He never expected to bump into this guy here. He glanced between Wen Shang’s face and the lobster in his hand, resentment bubbling under the surface.

“Hey. What the hell are you doing here?”

Wen Shang didn’t respond. He held out the plate of cheese lobster to Mu Yuan.
“You want this?”

Mu Yuan thought he was offering it to him. Just as he was about to happily take it, Wen Shang pulled it back and picked up a fork. Right in front of Mu Yuan, he started eating the lobster bite by bite. His expression was pure provocation. It was the kind of face that begged to be punched.

Mu Yuan stepped forward and lunged, trying to snatch the lobster back from Wen Shang. But the more he tried, the more Wen Shang resisted, refusing to give in. Watching Mu Yuan get all worked up over a plate of lobster, Wen Shang finally felt a bit of relief inside.

His mood lifted, but now it was Mu Yuan’s turn to get pissed. He raised his foot and stomped down on Wen Shang’s polished leather shoe, leaving a dirty footprint right on top.
“Eat it. Stuff your face. Hope it chokes you.”

Wen Shang happened to be swallowing at that moment. The sudden stomp nearly made him choke for real. By the time he caught his breath, Mu Yuan had already smugly strutted off.

Wen Shang slapped the lobster back onto the table with a loud thud, fuming. Sometimes even he didn’t know why he kept playing these childish games with Mu Yuan.

A young guy walked past and tapped Wen Shang on the shoulder, trying to strike up a conversation. This time, Wen Shang didn’t push him away. He casually slung an arm over the guy’s shoulder and led him to the sofa to sit down.

The boy chatted enthusiastically, but it was mostly one-sided. Wen Shang gave half-hearted replies or ignored him entirely. The whole time, his eyes stayed locked on the bar, tracking Mu Yuan’s every move.

“Wen-shao, why do you keep looking over at the bar?” The boy asked the same thing as the male model earlier.

Wen Shang didn’t answer. He grabbed a beer from the table and drank it in one go. When he looked back toward the bar, the seat Mu Yuan had been in was now empty.

Where the hell did he go?

Wen Shang frowned, scanning the room. It didn’t take long to spot Mu Yuan. That bastard had somehow already cozied up to a muscle-bottom and was now heading upstairs with two of them in tow. The second floor was all bedrooms. He didn’t even have to guess what they were going up there to do.

How fucking horny could he possibly be?

“Fuck his mother!” Wen Shang cursed, spitting out Mu Yuan’s favorite line. He shot up from the sofa.

“Wen-shao, where are you going? Wait for me.” The boy sitting next to him got up, trying to follow.

“Go entertain yourself. Don’t follow me.” Wen Shang snapped. He didn’t even look back, storming upstairs in a rage.

The moment the bedroom door closed, the two bottoms stripped down to nothing, not even underwear left. They twisted and swayed their hips in front of Mu Yuan, dancing a sultry tease. One blew air kisses while the other flashed him every exaggerated, desperate-for-it look in the book. Pure filth.

One of them, with dyed ash-blond hair, walked right up and grabbed Mu Yuan’s crotch. Grinning seductively, he stuck out his tongue and showed off a glinting silver tongue stud. “I’m really good with my mouth. Want to find out? I promise you’ll lose your mind.”

The other one refused to be outdone. He climbed onto the bed, turned around, and got on all fours. With a firm little tan ass lifted high, he reached back and spread his cheeks, revealing a white bunny tail butt plug still lodged inside. His hips trembled as he looked over his shoulder and threw Mu Yuan a wink.

“Gege, I’m so itchy… hurry up and pull this out for me.”

Something felt off. These two muscle-bound bottoms were nothing like what Mu Yuan had imagined. A sudden chill crept up his spine, and goosebumps broke out all over. He shivered on instinct, thoroughly creeped out.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The door suddenly slammed from the outside.

To call it knocking would’ve been generous. Someone was pounding on it with their fist, each hit landing hard enough to punch a hole through the wood.

The two bottoms looked at each other, wondering if they should hurry up and put their clothes back on.

The person outside had no patience. After waiting a moment without response, they started kicking the door.

No way he could let them keep doing this. Mu Yuan quickly jumped off the bed and went to the door. He turned the handle and cracked it open a sliver.
“Who is it?”

“Open up.”

The moment he heard Wen Shang’s voice, Mu Yuan froze. He immediately tried to shut the door, but he was too late. Wen Shang shoved it open and barged into the room.

Clothes were scattered all over the floor. The two muscle bottoms were still stark naked on the bed. One of them even had a toy still lodged in his ass, a glowing button blinking at the base. Wen Shang’s already dark expression turned pitch-black. His sharp eyes swept past Mu Yuan and landed coldly on the two men.

Grinding down the fury rising in his chest, he spoke to them with ice in his voice.
“Get out.”

One of the guys clearly didn’t take kindly to being ordered around. He placed both hands on his hips and shot back,
“Who the hell are you? Why the fuck should we leave just because you said so?”

Wen Shang’s glare was lethal. His voice dropped even colder. “You walking out on your own, or do I have to throw you out myself?”

Tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Mu Yuan grabbed Wen Shang’s arm and dragged him out into the hallway. “What the fuck is your problem? You showing up here to mess up my night?”

As if it wasn’t obvious. But Wen Shang didn’t bother answering. Instead, he spun Mu Yuan around, twisted his arm behind his back, and growled, “Come with me.”

He shoved Mu Yuan into another bedroom, slammed the door shut, locked it, and pushed him down onto the bed. Then he climbed on top, straddling him, staring down with burning eyes. “Your fucking ass itching that bad? Can’t wait to get fucked, is that it?”

As he spat those words, he pressed his hips hard against Mu Yuan’s crotch.

Mu Yuan didn’t back down. He thrust back just as hard and sneered, “What, you are crashing the party so you can take their place?”

Wen Shang met his eyes but said nothing.

Mu Yuan rolled his hips again, rubbing right up against him. He lifted his chin, expression arrogant and defiant. “I asked you a question.”

Wen Shang still didn’t answer.

Mu Yuan’s patience snapped. “Are we fucking or not? Say something.”

“Can you not be so damn vulgar?”

“Don’t like it? Then fuck off. I’ll find someone else.”

Mu Yuan clicked his tongue and pushed him off, about to get off the bed. Wen Shang suddenly grabbed his ankle and yanked him back.

“You really are such a closeted pervert.” Mu Yuan rolled his eyes right in Wen Shang’s face.

“Shut the fuck up.” Wen Shang’s grip on Mu Yuan’s ankle tightened.

He didn’t even need to make a move. Mu Yuan took care of everything himself. In a few seconds, he stripped completely naked and started tugging at Wen Shang’s waistband, hungry and ready, like a damn beast in heat.

Wen Shang hadn’t planned for things to go this far. He came here just to catch Mu Yuan in the act, not to get dragged into this mess. He suddenly paused. It was not that he did not want to do it, but he had nothing on him. No protection.

Mu Yuan chuckled, then reached behind him like a magician pulling off a trick. He pulled out a fresh box of condoms and a few packets of lube.

Fuck. This slut really came prepared.

Wen Shang felt his chest tighten, breath stuck between fury and disbelief. At that moment, he wanted to beat the shit out of Mu Yuan more than he wanted to fuck him.

He raised his hand and slapped Mu Yuan hard on the ass, leaving behind a burning red mark.

“What the hell is your problem?! Why the fuck are you hitting me?!” Mu Yuan kicked him square in the stomach.

Wen Shang smacked him again, just as hard. “Because I fucking feel like it. Got a problem with that?”