CTS 13

“Ah…”

Shen Mo cried out softly from the pain, his body trembling involuntarily. He was already showing the posture of someone being tamed.

That thought alone made Ji Mingxuan’s cock, buried deep inside him, swell even more. He stripped off Shen Mo’s clothes, and while thrusting in and out of that wet, soft hole, he kissed the smooth skin of Shen Mo’s bare back.

When he hit a certain spot, Shen Mo arched his body and gasped, “Mr. Ji, don’t…”

Ji Mingxuan ignored him. His hands clamped tightly onto Shen Mo’s waist, continuing to pound that exact point.
The pain still lingered, but beneath it was a wave of indescribable pleasure. Not long after, Shen Mo came, spurting a sticky mess from the front.

Ji Mingxuan thrust a few more times, then slammed in hard and came inside him.

After it was over, Shen Mo tried to get up and go to the bathroom, but Ji Mingxuan pulled him back down. The two of them lay together on the sofa.

Shen Mo glanced at the time and said,
“Mr. Ji, Miss Ji might be coming home soon.”

“It’s fine,” Ji Mingxuan murmured against the skin behind his ear, “An’an isn’t coming back tonight.”

He wrapped one arm around Shen Mo’s waist. The other hand traced along the curves of his body, sliding downward like it was mapping a landscape. Eventually, his fingers reached the spot that had just been thoroughly used. He slowly pushed one finger inside to test it.

Shen Mo shivered and let out a soft whimper, “Mr. Ji…”

There was already a tone of pleading in his voice.

But Ji Mingxuan slipped in a second finger and coaxed him gently, “I was too rough earlier. Let me check if you’re hurt.”

The area was slightly swollen, but thankfully not bleeding. Inside was still full of Ji Mingxuan’s cum. The moment his fingers stirred inside, the slick sound that followed was thick and obscene.

That sound, echoing in the empty living room, was filthier than anything else.

Ji Mingxuan parted the tight entrance with his fingers and nipped at Shen Mo’s ear,
“Seems like you’re not hurt. You’re even wetter and softer now…”

Shen Mo felt his whole body burning.
As soon as he moved, a stream of cloudy fluid trickled down between his thighs.
Ji Mingxuan dipped his fingers into it and slowly rubbed it onto Shen Mo’s chest.

Shen Mo hadn’t yet come down from the high of orgasm. His body was at its most sensitive, and the moment Ji Mingxuan touched him again, he reacted almost immediately. He curled inward and pleaded,
“Mr. Ji, I really can’t anymore…”

“You can.” Ji Mingxuan responded while pinching and teasing his nipples.

“Mm…”

Shen Mo let out a muffled moan. His body was at its limit, yet his nipples were still standing firm, stirred again by Ji Mingxuan into another wave of lust.

After a while, Ji Mingxuan’s cock hardened again. He lifted one of Shen Mo’s legs and slid into him from the side. With the lingering slickness from earlier, this time he entered easily. Ji Mingxuan was no longer as urgent as before. He held Shen Mo in his arms and thrust in slowly, while his hands continued to toy with every part that made Shen Mo tremble.

“Ah… Mr. Ji…”

This was a different kind of torment. Shen Mo was overwhelmed under Ji Mingxuan’s steady rhythm and teasing hands, quickly pushed to the edge again.

But Ji Mingxuan was far from finished.
He changed positions several times after that, fucking him until Shen Mo’s voice was hoarse. Only then did he release again, deep inside his body.

They fell asleep together on the sofa.

Around dawn, Ji Mingxuan carried Shen Mo into the bathroom and took him once more under the hot water. Shen Mo was so exhausted his whole body was trembling.
He clung to Ji Mingxuan’s shoulders, barely able to keep his legs together afterward.

By the time he woke up the next morning, the sky outside was surprisingly bright.

Shen Mo opened his eyes, every bone in his body feeling like it had been broken and reassembled. A faint ache pulsed through him. Ji Mingxuan was still asleep, one arm draped around Shen Mo’s waist.

The bedroom curtains had been left open.
Shen Mo forced himself to sit up and looked outside the window.

Everything was covered in white.

It had snowed during the night.

The room was a mess. Shen Mo had no idea when Ji An’an would be coming home.
He hurried to gather their clothes from the floor, but before he could get far, Ji Mingxuan murmured from behind him,
“Sleep a little longer.”

Shen Mo turned back. The morning light was falling gently across Ji Mingxuan’s face.
“You’re awake, Mr. Ji?”

Ji Mingxuan’s eyes were half-lidded.
“Mhm.”

“You were drunk last night.”

Ji Mingxuan didn’t respond. He simply pulled Shen Mo back into his arms.

Shen Mo knew some people forgot everything after drinking, but he couldn’t tell if Ji Mingxuan was one of them.
Either way, it was getting late.

“Mr. Ji, I’m going to be late for work.”

Ji Mingxuan mumbled lazily, “Then take another day off.”

Shen Mo blinked. “How did you know I took the day off yesterday?”

Ji Mingxuan opened his eyes and gave him a look. “Did you forget who owns the company you work for?”

Of course Shen Mo knew the company was under Ji’s name. But would even a small employee’s leave get reported directly to the boss?

Ji Mingxuan reached out his hand. “Give me your phone. I’ll call in for your leave.”

Shen Mo’s phone was on the coffee table in the living room. He quickly got up and brought it over. Ji Mingxuan glanced at it and said, “It’s turned off.”

Only then did Shen Mo remember he had completely forgotten to turn it back on.
He couldn’t admit it was because of Zhou Yang, so he simply explained, “Maybe I’ve just been too busy lately.”

Ji Mingxuan didn’t press him. He casually powered the phone back on.

As soon as it booted, a string of message notifications started popping up.

Ji Mingxuan glanced at him with a faint smile. “Someone’s sent you a bunch of messages.”

Shen Mo already knew who it was.
He answered, “Probably just spam.”

“Want to check them?”

Shen Mo’s heart skipped a beat.He heard his own voice say quietly, “Just delete them.”