Chapter 59 – Extra 01: Naked Apron (Part 1)

Guan Heng poured Ye Zhou a glass of warm water. Ye Zhou took it and obediently swallowed his medicine under Guan Heng’s watchful gaze.

For the past month, it had been the same routine. Although Ye Zhou’s symptoms weren’t severe, it was best not to take them lightly during the initial stages of the illness. Taking medication once a day didn’t seem burdensome, but doing so consistently for three months could easily lead to laziness. Thus, to prevent Ye Zhou from slacking off, Guan Heng made sure to supervise him every morning, ensuring he took his pills on time, helping him develop a habit.

Previously, Guan Heng would leave home earlier than Ye Zhou, but now he would deliberately wake Ye Zhou up to take his medicine before leaving. Even when he was out of town on business trips, he would always video call Ye Zhou at the fixed time to personally watch him take his pills. Over time, Ye Zhou also adapted to waking up early, gradually synchronizing his schedule with Guan Heng’s.

Today was a holiday, and since Guan Heng was off work, Ye Zhou didn’t need to go to the restaurant either. The restaurant building was old, requiring maintenance every now and then.

It was unclear whether it was due to the continuous heavy rain in recent days, but a few roof tiles had fallen off a few days ago. Although it hadn’t been during operating hours, and there were no customers around, coincidentally, the employees were all busy indoors. Still, for safety reasons, Ye Zhou immediately called Fang Ji to discuss the matter, asking the contractor to come and assess what reinforcement or repairs were needed for the entire old building. As a result, the restaurant and bar were closed for construction these days, and everyone was given three days off.

Ye Zhou and Guan Heng’s days off were usually staggered, so it was rare for them to spend an entire day together.

Ye Zhou felt exceptionally happy since early in the morning. The most beautiful break wasn’t about planning extravagant outings or going wild; instead, it was about spending cozy time at home, watching movies, or indulging in passionate lovemaking. Their sex life was harmonious even under normal circumstances, but due to their mismatched days off and Ye Zhou’s recent illness, they had inevitably held back a bit.

Ye Zhou did have some ulterior motives, starting to cook soup again early in the morning. He believed he had hinted strongly enough, and Guan Heng, being such a smart and meticulous person, couldn’t possibly misunderstand.

In the morning, Guan Heng went to the study to get some work done while Ye Zhou passed the time by tending to the fire and watching TV.

Around noon, Guan Heng finished handling his affairs and came downstairs to help in the kitchen. They worked together, dividing the tasks, making the food seem even more delicious than usual.

Apart from cooking the soup, Ye Zhou also planned to stew a pot of peanut braised pig’s trotter. He had just finished cutting the pig’s trotter, leaving his hands greasy.

Guan Heng asked him after he put the knife in the sink, “Are you still seeing hallucinations?”

Ye Zhou replied while placing the pig’s trotter in the pot, “No.”

Not only did he not see hallucinations anymore, but it seemed that the auditory hallucinations had disappeared as well. Whether it was due to the effectiveness of the medication or the result of having a heart-to-heart talk with Guan Heng, he felt much more relaxed lately. Talking about these things no longer weighed heavily on him, and he was gradually accepting himself as he was.

Just last week, Guan Heng had to go on a business trip to attend an academic exchange conference. Ye Zhou originally thought that the hallucinations would recur, as they always appeared when Guan Heng wasn’t around. However, this time, there were none. Perhaps it was related to the fact that Guan Heng would chat with him every few hours. Guan Heng always managed to grasp Ye Zhou’s psychological state precisely, knowing what he needed and wanted. Perhaps because of this, Ye Zhou felt completely reassured, and his condition remained stable.

It couldn’t be denied that although Ye Zhou did more housework when they were together, Guan Heng actually took care of him more. So Ye Zhou never expected that the incident that upset Guan Heng hadn’t been forgotten, and this was the beginning of punishment.

“Good,” Guan Heng said after washing the vegetables and cutting them. He washed his hands thoroughly, using soap to clean both his hands and under his fingernails.

Actually, even if Guan Heng didn’t help, Ye Zhou wouldn’t think anything of it, so he didn’t find anything unusual about Guan Heng washing his hands at this moment. He simply assumed that Guan Heng had something else to attend to. But after drying his hands, Guan Heng went to the living room for a while, only to return to the kitchen and wrap his arms around Ye Zhou from behind.

Ye Zhou was already accustomed to Guan Heng’s affection, merely smiling. However, he was surprised when Guan Heng’s hands continued to slide down.

Ye Zhou exclaimed, “…Brother Heng?”

“Hmm?” Guan Heng responded in a low voice, his tone no different from usual, making it hard to imagine that he was currently engaging in such a lewd act, with no intention of stopping. After skillfully unbuttoning the button on the waistband, Guan Heng pulled down the zipper, apparently not content with touching through the clothes. He pulled down Ye Zhou’s pants and underwear together.

Ye Zhou’s hands were covered in oil, making it impossible for him to touch Guan Heng, thus he was unable to stop him: “How…?”

Ye Zhou’s lower body was completely exposed, but Guan Heng still wasn’t satisfied. His hands reached into the apron gap between Ye Zhou’s chest and abdomen, attempting to undo the buttons of his shirt. While undressing Ye Zhou, he calmly commented, “Do you like the new apron? I’ve always thought you looked particularly good in an apron.”

Ye Zhou’s face was flushed red, being stripped naked in the kitchen… What kind of shameful play was this leading up to? No wonder Guan Heng had asked him to change into the newly bought apron before entering the kitchen today.

The new apron was dark blue, matching Ye Zhou’s skin tone perfectly.

It didn’t matter that Guan Heng was taking off his clothes; he spoke while intentionally pressing against Ye Zhou’s ear. Trapped between Guan Heng’s arms and the countertop, Ye Zhou couldn’t escape.

“Talk.”

Ye Zhou’s mind was in turmoil, his breathing already disordered since Guan Heng started removing his pants. A certain uncooperative part of him had reacted: “I like it…”

“Wear it well then.” Guan Heng’s fingers slid from Ye Zhou’s abdomen to his chest, starting to unbutton his shirt from the bottom up.

All this happened beneath the apron, causing Ye Zhou to strangely feel as if someone’s hand was sneaking into his clothes. More importantly, was Guan Heng saying those words because he wanted to see Ye Zhou in a naked apron?

When Guan Heng’s palm brushed over Ye Zhou’s chest, he could feel that his nipples had hardened. The subtle friction produced a pleasurable sensation akin to an electric current, making Ye Zhou involuntarily moan.

Guan Heng pressed his crotch against Ye Zhou’s buttocks, almost pinning him to the countertop. Having undone all the buttons on Ye Zhou’s shirt, his thumbs grazed the warm skin, teasing the two protruding points.

Ye Zhou shivered sensitively again, pleading, “Don’t, please…”

However, Ye Zhou’s pleas were useless, especially when Guan Heng had made up his mind to tease him. He used all ten fingers, making Ye Zhou’s upper body hard, and naturally, his lower body became hard too.

Ye Zhou’s penis wasn’t small, creating a noticeable bulge under the apron hem, without the obstruction of underwear, the moist droplets on the glans rubbed against the dark blue fabric.

Guan Heng first untied the thin ties tied around Ye Zhou’s waist, removed his clothes, and then tied the ties back on.

After playing with Ye Zhou’s nipples, before Ye Zhou could catch his breath, Guan Heng directly squeezed his buttocks. This time, there was no barrier of clothing, his large hand erotically kneading the two cheeks.

Ye Zhou was completely stripped naked, wearing nothing but an apron. In broad daylight, in the kitchen, the eroticism and shame were indescribable. What made Ye Zhou feel the greatest contrast was that the person performing such obscene actions was Guan Heng.

“Mm…” Guan Heng was only rubbing his buttocks, not touching any sensitive spots, yet the tip of Ye Zhou’s penis became even wetter, dampening a small area of the apron hem.

Guan Heng saw it but pretended not to notice, refusing to satisfy him. Instead, he focused on playing with his buttocks, occasionally reaching into the gap in the apron to play with his nipples.

Guan Heng rarely teased him like this. Only now did Ye Zhou realize what was happening: “…Brother Heng, did I do something wrong?”

“What do you think?”

Ye Zhou recognized Guan Heng’s tone, similar to when he was angry with him last time. He had assumed that incident was over, but it seemed that retribution had just been delayed. As for why Guan Heng waited so long, it was probably due to concern for Ye Zhou’s physical and mental condition recently. That’s why he had asked him if he was still seeing hallucinations earlier. How vengeful indeed QAQ

Even if Guan Heng couldn’t see Ye Zhou’s expression, he could tell from his pause and blank stare. He bit Ye Zhou’s earlobe, “Saying bad things about me in your heart?”

Ye Zhou suddenly snapped back to reality, “No… I dare not…”

At this point, Guan Heng said, “Zhouzhou, how long are you going to hold onto that piece of pig’s trotter? You’re almost crushing it.”

Actually, since Guan Heng started taking off his pants, Ye Zhou had lost interest in cooking. The recipe and proportions in his mind had already turned into a mess.

“Continue, or we won’t have lunch on time.” Guan Heng added, “You need to eat more peanut braised pig’s trotter to replenish yourself.”

Ye Zhou’s face turned completely red.

Peanut braised pig’s trotter, besides being delicious, could also nourish the kidneys and strengthen yang energy, having therapeutic effects for those with deficiency of essence and blood, kidney weakness, and impotence.

As a man, Ye Zhou couldn’t accept the word ‘impotent’. He roared inwardly, Don’t think I can’t hear the insinuation in your words—I’m not suffering from kidney deficiency!

At that moment, Guan Heng took out the lubricant from his pocket—this was what he had gone to the living room to retrieve earlier, also something Ye Zhou had bought. There was nothing wrong with using something he had purchased himself on his own body. But Guan Heng deliberately said, “We’re out of it, this is the last tube.”

Implying that Ye Zhou should remember to restock.

Ye Zhou decided that next time, he wouldn’t leave it in the living room to avoid unlocking strange situations. But he didn’t have time to think further as Guan Heng had already inserted a lubricated finger into his rear entrance.

“Mmm—” The place that had grown accustomed to Guan Heng’s fingers sucked tightly onto it in a flattering manner.

Ye Zhou suspected that Guan Heng wouldn’t let him leave the kitchen until he finished stewing the peanut braised pig’s trotter. Just a finger was manageable for Ye Zhou. He hastened his movements, putting the pig’s trotter into the pressure cooker, pouring in soaked peanuts, adding seasonings and condiments, and placing it on the gas stove.

Guan Heng didn’t let Ye Zhou handle the fire, freeing up one hand to turn on the gas himself. Then he shifted the location, half-dragging, half-carrying Ye Zhou to press him onto the dining table.

Ye Zhou’s crotch was sticky with lubricant that had melted inside and flowed out. He could now quickly adapt to Guan Heng’s size, so there was no need to be too meticulous with preparation. Moreover, ever since Ye Zhou had said those words, Guan Heng wasn’t as gentle when entering him now. He would make Ye Zhou remember this painful possession.

Guan Heng quickly put on a condom and entered him forcefully in a rear-entry position.

“Ahh—” Ye Zhou’s hands were still oily, and Guan Heng didn’t let him wash them, so he instinctively supported himself on the table with his elbows, accommodating Guan Heng’s powerful thrusts.

Ye Zhou lay on the table with his ass raised, the dark blue tie still fastened around his waist, outlining his tight and sexy back curve. The apron hem was completely wet from Ye Zhou’s penis, the hanging fabric no longer concealing the erect state between his legs, exposed nakedly to the air.

Taking advantage of the fact that Ye Zhou wouldn’t touch him with dirty hands, Guan Heng had free rein. He gripped Ye Zhou’s waist, thrusting in completely before pulling out entirely, forcing the thick penis to pop out of the rear entrance. Then, the plump glans broke through the softness at the entrance, burying itself in Ye Zhou’s buttocks, each thrust being a complete in-and-out motion.

“Haa, wait…” Ye Zhou writhed sensitively on the table, his body tense, his rear entrance squeezing tightly, constantly pleasing and retaining the thing that moved in and out of him.

Guan Heng saw Ye Zhou swallowing him in this manner and rammed harder and more forcefully.

The gas stove emitted wafts of peanut aroma, accompanied by the whistling sound of the pressure cooker simmering. The sight, smell, and taste were all present, seemingly in stark contrast with the erotic scene on the dining table, yet oddly harmonious.

Guan Heng had only touched Ye Zhou a few times this month, showing considerable restraint, but at this moment, he didn’t want to hold back, drawing out Ye Zhou’s cries stroke by stroke.

Ye Zhou had almost forgotten in recent times that Guan Heng could be like a man-eating flower, extremely fierce, as he hadn’t been ravished so vigorously by Guan Heng: “Ugh, enough… slower… I’m about to cum…”

But Guan Heng said, “You can cum as many times as you want today, I won’t stop you.”

This sounded like a pretty good idea, but Ye Zhou knew he was in trouble—he would be drained dry.

True to his word, Guan Heng made Ye Zhou climax the first time without even touching his penis, letting him orgasm purely from the stimulation to his rear.

When Ye Zhou reached his climax, he felt dizzy, the pleasure coming too fast, too fiercely, and too intensely. He remained immersed in the afterglow for a long time, unable to regain his senses.