Chapter 14 – Sisters’ Daily Life

For ordinary men, going out involves three simple steps: open the door, step out, lock the door.

However, Chu Yin and Wei Lai were clearly not ordinary men. For them, going out was like a maiden’s grand debut, requiring a tedious and elaborate routine.

After Chu Yin finished showering, Wei Lai went in to wash up. He emerged smelling fragrant, only to find Chu Yin lying facedown on the bed, applying a butt mask.

Imagine this: a bright red bedsheet slightly indented beneath the weight of a slender, beautiful man lying on it, completely naked except for two snow-white butt masks plastered on his perky cheeks.

Wei Lai felt an inexplicable stirring in his heart and shamelessly asked, “Do butt masks actually work?”

Chu Yin replied, “They do. My butt is so soft now!”

Wei Lai: “Ah, but this looks super gay.”

Chu Yin: “You’re gay as hell, yet you’re spouting nonsense. Just say if it you want one!”

“I do.” Wei Lai decisively flopped onto the bed. “Give me one too.”

The two lay side by side on the bed, and after a while, Wei Lai frowned. “Feels kinda weird.”

Chu Yin: “?”

Wei Lai mused, “Like… the essence is all cold and tingly, and it’s dripping into the crack. Feels like something’s happening, but actually, nothing’s happening. And when you think about how this mask costs 300 a pop, it’s like paying top dollar for a hooker, only to get a guy who finishes in three seconds.”

Chu Yin paused for a few seconds before exploding like an angry cat: “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PERFECTLY NORMAL MASK SESSION SOUND SO FILTHY??? If you think there’s too much essence, don’t pour it all on! How am I supposed to use these masks in the future???”

Wei Lai covered his ears and said earnestly, “But be honest—doesn’t it feel like you just got fucked?”

Chu Yin carefully considered it, then reluctantly admitted, “…Yeah.”

With that, both of them fell into deep contemplation.

Chu Yin propped his chin on his hand, sighing gloomily, “Where are all the 1s?”

Wei Lai stared blankly into space. “There are a few 1s out there, but they’re all ugly.”

Chu Yin asked, “Why can’t you top?”

“Being a happy stick is exhausting. You wouldn’t understand.” Wei Lai countered, “What about you? If you’re scared of pain, why do you wanna bottom?”

Chu Yin stayed silent for a long time. Just as Wei Lai thought he wouldn’t answer and was about to change the subject, he heard Chu Yin mumble softly, “Because… I want someone to hold me and kiss me…”

Wei Lai didn’t get it.

Chu Yin inexplicably blushed. “…It’s okay if it hurts a little, as long as I get kisses after.”

After a pause, Chu Yin added, “But stinky people can’t kiss me. And people I don’t like can’t kiss me either.”

Wei Lai said, “With standards that high, I doubt you’ll ever hook up. You’ll just have to secretly envy me.”

Chu Yin didn’t reply, feeling a bit upset. He had developed a strong possessiveness toward Wei Lai but had no right to act on it. All he could do was puff up his cheeks and sulk.

Wei Lai, completely oblivious, said, “Oh, time’s up. Help me peel off the mask and pat it in so the essence absorbs better. Tsk tsk, 300 a sheet—can’t let it go to waste.”

Chu Yin: “Hmph! No way! You have absolutely no boundaries—how can you just let anyone touch your butt like that?”

Wei Lai suddenly wriggled. “Oh come on, it’s just two lumps of meat. Sisterhood above all! We’re besties, aren’t we? Come on, come on!”

Chu Yin looked conflicted.

“Just say it—am I your best sister or not?”

Gritting his teeth, Chu Yin peeled off the mask, closed his eyes, and gave Wei Lai’s butt a single pat.

Chu Yin: “That enough?”

Wei Lai: “Pat till there’s not a single drop left, thanks.”

Chu Yin went all out, unleashing a rapid-fire series of kitty slaps on Wei Lai’s jiggly buttocks. The room was soon filled with a relentless ‘slap slap slap’ soundtrack.

As he smacked, Chu Yin grumbled angrily, “So unfair! You never work out, yet your ass is still perkier than mine!”

Wei Lai preened. “Back when I was the Slut Queen of Chunxi, not a single 0 dared stand next to me on the street.”

Chu Yin hated Wei Lai’s carefree, flirtatious attitude. He smacked him harder in frustration. “That’s only because I wasn’t there.”

Wei Lai raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Chu Yin rolled off the bed to fix his hair. “Just you wait.”

At midnight in early winter, Wei Lai and Chu Yin hit the streets.

A camel-colored plaid scarf partially obscured half of Wei Lai’s face, while Chu Yin wore a baseball cap and a black mask, looking cool and low-key.

Amid the bustling crowd, the two most fabulous guys on the street stood beneath a lamppost, a tattered syphilis ad fluttering above their heads in the cold wind.

Chu Yin shivered. “I thought we were going to a bar?”

Wei Lai: “Do you want to run into fans at a gay bar?”

Chu Yin: “…No.”

Wei Lai: “Once you’re washed up, you can go to bars all you want.”

Chu Yin: “So… I spent hours dolling myself up at home, and you brought me out here to… stand on the street?”

“Don’t worry, I invited someone.”

Chu Yin grew even more frantic. “WHAT KIND OF PERSON WOULD YOU MEET UNDER A LAMPPOST???”