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Very mild NSFW
Chapter 3 – Twisted Gay Shenanigans
by Salted FishChu Yin returned home. As soon as he opened the door, he was met with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Chen Meixian stood at the entrance, his usually gentle face icy cold as he suppressed his anger. “Brother Yin, do you know how many times I’ve called you?”
Chu Yin brushed past him and flopped onto the sofa. “You never answer my calls either when you’re out with some boy toy, do you?”
Chen Meixian suddenly turned his head, staring at Chu Yin’s open collar, his voice hoarse. “Did you sleep with someone?”
“What’s it to you?” Chu Yin closed his eyes, ready to catch up on sleep.
Chen Meixian slowly approached him. “I’m your boyfriend—of course it’s my business.”
Chen Meixian was Chu Yin’s first love. Ten years had passed, and the two had broken up and gotten back together countless times. Chen Meixian’s lovers flowed like an endless stream, yet he remained Chu Yin’s only one.
The reason Chen Meixian had Chu Yin wrapped around his finger wasn’t because of his boundless charm—it had more to do with Chu Yin’s personality.
Perhaps because he grew up in an orphanage, Chu Yin valued emotional connections deeply. Whether it was people or objects, he always wanted to keep them by his side, even if they were no longer useful—he’d still hoard them carefully. And Chen Meixian was a living, breathing person who had accompanied him through the darkest period of his life.
At twenty, Chu Yin’s adoptive mother passed away from illness. Chen Meixian dug him out of a pile of liquor bottles, held him, and told him that from then on, he would be his family—that he’d stay with him for the rest of his life.
At twenty-one, Chu Yin had sex with Chen Meixian for the first time and was whipped so badly he couldn’t get out of bed for two days. Chen Meixian was a dom1Short for Dominant, a BDSM term that describes the person who takes a controlling or assertive role in a BDSM power dynamic., but Chu Yin wasn’t a sub2Short for Submissive, a BDSM term that describes the person who takes a passive or yielding role in a BDSM power dynamic.. He was afraid of pain—he just endured it silently, applying medicine alone and crying in secret.
At twenty-three, Chu Yin discovered Chen Meixian’s infidelity for the first time and completely broke down, demanding a breakup. Chen Meixian knelt in the snow, crying and begging, promising it would never happen again.
At twenty-four, Chu Yin was at the peak of his career, working himself to the brink of exhaustion. Chen Meixian cheated again, this time justifying it by saying he loved Chu Yin—that he couldn’t bear to hurt him, so he needed an unloved sub to vent on. Later, he claimed that emotions and physicality could be separated—no matter how promiscuous he was, Chu Yin was the only one in his heart. Eventually, Chen Meixian stopped feeling guilty altogether, believing that it was Chu Yin’s inability to satisfy him that drove him to others.
Now, at twenty-eight, Chu Yin’s boundaries had lowered again and again, while Chen Meixian’s scumbag behavior became increasingly blatant.
Chu Yin was exhausted.
After turning twenty-five, his body gradually grew sluggish. He was already at the stage where drinking two cups of milk tea would bloat him into Jay Chou’s physique. He no longer had the energy to summon the courage to chase after so-called love, to forgive in heartbreak, or to wait endlessly for a playboy to change his ways.
“…I want to break up with you,” Chu Yin said, looking at Chen Meixian seriously.
“I’m sorry, Brother Yin. I made you angry. Since that incident, I haven’t hooked up with anyone for half a year. I’ve changed—I’ll stay by your side properly from now on. Just believe in me one last time, okay?” Chen Meixian spoke sincerely, his eyes red, but deep down, he was unshaken. Chu Yin had threatened to break up with him for years. Every time, as long as he groveled desperately, Chu Yin would believe him—he was a complete fool.
Chu Yin enunciated every word: “Chen Meixian, I said—I want to break up with you.”
Chen Meixian pretended not to hear, speaking gently. “Brother Yin, the gossip from last time has already died down. You’ve been resting for a while now—the movie you signed on for is starting soon. Don’t be stubborn. You’re flying to Hengdian the day after tomorrow—I’ll notify you of the exact time. Just focus on work.”
Chu Yin said, “Don’t change the subject. I’m serious.”
Chen Meixian froze. “So, you want to terminate our contract?”
Chu Yin fell silent. Years ago, Chu Yin had trusted Chen Meixian unconditionally, handing almost everything over to him. He was clueless about work matters—without Chen Meixian, he couldn’t even calculate how much the penalty for breach of contract would be.
Chen Meixian knew he had won again and softened his tone even further, like coaxing a disobedient child to shoulder his backpack and go to school the next day. “I know you’re mad at me. No one wanted that to happen.”
The incident Chen Meixian referred to was the scandal of Chu Yin’s supposed threesome. That day, Chen Meixian had arranged for a pretty young celebrity as a birthday gift for himself, only to be caught red-handed by Chu Yin, who had secretly prepared a surprise. Chu Yin was so angry he blurted out that he’d fuck both the young celebrity and Chen Meixian right then and there. Who could’ve guessed their conversation was recorded? The truth gradually twisted into a lurid headline: “Nation’s Male God Chu Yin Caught in Late-Night Threesome—The Human Jackhammer Lives Up to His Name.”
There was no way to clarify the situation. A hookup was just poor behavior, but if Chu Yin publicly confirmed he was gay, his acting career would be over.
“Chu Yin, you need to understand—everything I do is for your own good.”
Chen Meixian reached out, his voice lowering. “This time, I won’t hurt you. Don’t be mad at me anymore.”
Then, Chen Meixian paused. “You’re not wearing underwear? No—you were definitely wearing them when you left yesterday…”
Chu Yin: “…”
Chen Meixian looked up in disbelief, his voice suddenly shrill. “You actually slept with someone?! Who?! Who did you fuck?!”
At first, Chu Yin had considered explaining, but seeing Chen Meixian’s accusatory fury, his temper flared. “What’s it to you who it was? It was way better than you! It felt amazing during, and it didn’t hurt after!”
Chen Meixian lunged at him viciously. “That’s because he’s small! I’ll show you what real pleasure feels like!”
“Have some shame, you bastard.” Chu Yin kicked Chen Meixian off the sofa and sprinted into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. Chen Meixian pounded on the door a few times before answering a phone call—likely an urgent matter—and left after sending Chu Yin a WeChat message.
“Chu Yin, I was out of line earlier. Something came up—I have to go. Focus on filming. I’ll visit you on set in a few days.”
If Chen Meixian cared about his infidelity, Chu Yin felt he had no right to interfere. But if Chen Meixian acted indifferent, Chu Yin didn’t feel great either. Deep down, he still couldn’t let go of Chen Meixian. Disappointed in himself, Chu Yin stomped his foot angrily and distractedly flipped through his script.
It was a currently trending fantasy drama with dual male leads, and Chu Yin’s co-star was none other than Yao Chaowu. Suddenly, Chu Yin remembered that Wei Lai was Yao Chaowu’s manager.
The thought of having a chance to curse Wei Lai out suddenly lifted Chu Yin’s mood. With a face mask on and a butt mask applied, he quietly began reading his script.
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