OAS 18

Under a moonless, windy night, deep in the woods on the east side of campus, a sexual assault in progress went quietly unnoticed.

The assailant, Tang Zhou, moved with the ease of a seasoned outlaw, launching the first wave of his attack. His lips crushed down hard against his target’s, silencing the curses that were just about to come spilling out.

He Ziwei was startled by the sudden ambush. He thrashed hard in Tang Zhou’s arms, but every bit of struggle was like throwing eggs at a wall. Powerless against the overwhelming force, he soon gave up the pointless resistance and went still.

Tang Zhou licked at the seam of his lips, tongue sliding slowly back and forth, leaving behind a slick sheen. He Ziwei, like a proper gatekeeper, kept his mouth firmly shut no matter how the enemy provoked or taunted him. He locked down the gates and refused to open them.

But warfare is the art of deception.

Tang Zhou clearly understood the game. When one plan failed, he moved on to the next. He pinched He Ziwei’s nose shut.

He Ziwei held out for a while, but the rising panic of suffocation took over. His survival instinct kicked in, and with no other option, he opened his mouth wide to gasp for air.

The city gates fell. The enemy stormed in.

The moment the breach opened, every defense collapsed like wet paper. Tang Zhou’s tongue swept in aggressively, claiming territory without mercy. It was a bloodless victory, but one that left He Ziwei utterly defeated.

His teeth were licked, the sensitive roof of his mouth teased by a soft, agile tongue. It sent jolts down his spine and made his entire body tremble. He had never experienced this kind of intense, full-on tongue assault before. In just a few moments, he was breathless and disarmed, forced to surrender.

Tang Zhou kissed him with shameless abandon. Wet, obscene sounds echoed in the dark, and the saliva that hadn’t been swallowed slipped out from the corners of their mouths. When they finally parted, a glistening string of drool stretched between their lips.

After a bit of teasing and tongue-chasing, Tang Zhou’s assault softened into something deceptively tender. He licked over He Ziwei’s lips, then gently sucked on the plump lower one, slow and steady, dragging the swollen flesh into his mouth over and over again.

His voice came out low and husky, laced with heat. “I want to fuck you.”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind,” He Ziwei blurted. The panic in his voice outweighed the rejection. His half-hearted resistance was quickly crushed by Tang Zhou’s imperial-level dominance. One hand had already slipped under his shirt, fingers rubbing directly over a sensitive nipple. The unequal treaty had already been signed. He had surrendered his dignity, lost the battle, and now it was time to hand over land and pay the price.

It was the first time Tang Zhou had kissed him like this, and the worst part was, He Ziwei was hard.

Tang Zhou bit his chin, then licked up along his jawline. His tongue circled lewdly into his ear. The entire side of He Ziwei’s face felt drenched, and his body melted under the sensation.

Their clothes scraped noisily against each other. In just a few moments, Tang Zhou had undone his waistband. The pants slipped low on his hips, revealing half of his round, bare ass. Tang Zhou’s left hand slid around from behind, spreading him open, fingers tracing lazy circles around his sensitive entrance.

“Suck,” Tang Zhou said, ignoring the grumbling noise caught in He Ziwei’s throat. He pushed his index and middle fingers into his mouth and stirred them around.

He Ziwei’s tongue ran over the pads of the fingers, occasionally slipping between them. The intrusion sent a jolt through his nerves, making his mouth water. In no time, the fingers were soaked all the way to the knuckle, wetness dripping down to the base.

The fingers, now slick with saliva, withdrew from one mouth and pressed against the other. His entrance had already been teased a little by Tang Zhou’s left hand, the gentle rubbing loosening it just slightly, but the inner walls were still tight and dry. Saliva alone wasn’t nearly enough. The moment half a finger slipped in, the muscle clamped down hard.

But Tang Zhou didn’t plan to stop. Things had already reached this point. He gritted his teeth and shoved both fingers in at once, burying them to the base as He Ziwei yelped out loud.

“…Fuck, that hurts,” He Ziwei hissed, sucking in a breath so sharp it felt like his lungs shrank. His hands gripped Tang Zhou’s waist, digging in hard.

Tang Zhou wiggled his fingers slightly. The man beneath him gasped again and lifted his head with a glare, eyes brimming with tears. Tang Zhou didn’t stop. He leaned in to lick the corners of his eyes and whispered into his ear. “Let me blow on it. It’ll feel better.”

He Ziwei actually let out a laugh, the kind that comes from being too pissed off to scream. He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Blow your fucking mo—ah!”

He didn’t finish the curse. The sound cracked midway into a scream as Tang Zhou suddenly pulled his fingers out, lifted one of his legs, and shoved his cock straight in.

There was barely any lube. The massive thing barely made it past the entrance before it got stuck. It was too much, too dry, too fast. Neither of them could move.

He Ziwei was in agony. This time he truly wanted to curse the bastard out. But just as he opened his mouth, he felt Tang Zhou try to push again and panicked.

“No, wait! You’re too fucking big…”

“Be good. Just bear with it.” Tang Zhou was in too good a mood to be moved by the plea. He pressed He Ziwei’s head to his shoulder, kissing the hair near his temple. “Bite me if it hurts.”

The words had barely landed when he started to move. He Ziwei bit down with all his fury, sinking his teeth into the spot where Tang Zhou’s neck. He didn’t hold back. The pain shot up Tang Zhou’s spine, but instead of retreating, he thrust all the way in, tearing through the resistance and splitting the tight heat wide open.

It felt like being split in two.

The pain was so sharp his cock went limp.
His left leg hung over Tang Zhou’s arm, but his right couldn’t even hold him up anymore. He curled into Tang Zhou’s chest, trembling all over. Tears rolled uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

Tang Zhou stayed buried inside for a moment before he began to thrust. The pain that had just started to ease surged back up like wildfire. His rim throbbed, stinging with every jolt.

“Don’t! Just—don’t move… wait…” He Ziwei’s voice was soft, breathy, soaked in nasal tones. Every syllable clung to the end like melted sugar.

“How come I never noticed you cry this much?” Tang Zhou paused, voice almost amused. He grabbed a handful of that silky hair and pulled his face up, brushing kisses along the trail of tears. He followed the wet path down until his lips landed at the corner of He Ziwei’s mouth.

Their faces were only millimeters apart. Tang Zhou’s breath swept hot across his skin. His lips ghosted against He Ziwei’s, not quite kissing him, not quite pulling away.

Then he sighed, voice low and almost airy, carried by the night breeze with a warmth He Ziwei couldn’t decode.

“Little crybaby.”

He Ziwei suddenly felt a rush of shame and rage, but he didn’t know how to respond. Couldn’t respond. Because just as the word left Tang Zhou’s lips, his mouth came crashing down on his again.

He Ziwei’s lips ached from being sucked so hard. Tang Zhou’s tongue pushed in aggressively, filling the small space between their mouths until there was nowhere left to escape. Tang Zhou’s mouth tasted faintly of mint, probably from the digestion tablets. He Ziwei still had a trace of bitter herbal medicine on his tongue, but Tang Zhou didn’t seem to mind. He caught He Ziwei’s tongue and sucked on it with a loud, obscene slurp. Their mouths pressed together, tongues locked and wet, until He Ziwei’s body went limp, his thoughts dulling into static, his soul drifting weightless like it might float off into space.

One of Tang Zhou’s hands rubbed the nape of his neck, the other kneading his ass with rough, greedy pressure. His cock burned like a brand inside him, grinding slow circles against his prostate. The gentle stimulation was shockingly effective. Fluid began to trickle from his insides, a thin mix of natural slick and arousal. The once-dry passage gradually softened and eased, and the pleasure intensified.

He Ziwei’s limp cock stirred back to life. A few hoarse moans slipped out of his throat, low and aching. Tang Zhou decided the timing was right and started thrusting in earnest.

This position didn’t let him go very deep, so he pulled out, flipped He Ziwei around, and pressed him up against a tree. Bent over with both hands bracing himself on the trunk, He Ziwei barely had time to adjust before Tang Zhou drove back in from behind.

He had held back for too long. Now he fucked hard and fast, every thrust deep and fierce, his balls slapping into him with each movement. He Ziwei’s eyes welled up again.

“Mm… too… too fast…” He Ziwei choked out, voice soft and trembling, trying to beg him, “Slow… slow down—ahh!”

Tang Zhou suddenly rammed right into his prostate. He Ziwei cried out loud, caught off guard by the wave of pleasure crashing through him.

“Keep it down. You want someone to hear us?” Tang Zhou had found the exact spot that made him twitch, and now he held onto his waist, driving into it again and again.

They weren’t deep in the woods. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed sharply in the silence. Clothes rustled. Leaves shifted. If He Ziwei made even a few more noises like that, anyone passing by might come investigate.

He Ziwei instantly clamped his mouth shut. He bit down on his lip and tried not to make a sound, even going so far as to cover his mouth with his hand. But the pleasure was too much. Muffled whimpers escaped his throat, high and helpless, like a small animal being coaxed into surrender.

The more he tried to suppress it, the more irresistible he became.

Tang Zhou wanted to ruin him. The sight of him trying to hide it, voice soaked with need and nose stuffed from crying, only made Tang Zhou want to push harder. He wanted to see those pretty eyes filled with tears, wanted to see him break down and cry while clinging to him, worshiping him.

The restraint only made the reaction worse. He Ziwei leaned helplessly against the tree. The bark scraped at his nipples through his shirt, rubbing them swollen and red. Behind him, Tang Zhou’s heat seared into his back like open flame. That cock buried inside him was hot, rock-hard, and perfectly shaped to hit every spot that made him tremble. He shivered under the pressure, body jerking with every thrust. His cock stood up, leaking uncontrollably from the tip, dripping strings of cloudy fluid down between his legs.

Tang Zhou could feel it. He Ziwei’s ass clenched tighter, his body trembling so violently it was a struggle to stay upright. His legs were giving out, and the sounds spilling from his throat were getting louder, edging toward a breaking point.

“You this fucking into doing it out here?” Tang Zhou chuckled low beside his ear. His breath came out in ragged pants, brushing against the thin skin behind He Ziwei’s ear and instantly sending a numbing jolt through half his body.

He Ziwei tried to turn his head to look at him. His eyes were wide with panic and hunger, his expression on the verge of breaking down. His lips trembled as if begging for a kiss. “Mm… I can’t take it… I… uhh…”

Tang Zhou turned his face and kissed him again, cutting off the moans about to spill out. But the nasal whimpers still leaked out, one after another. The pace of his thrusts had become blindingly fast. He Ziwei went limp in his arms, skin slick with sweat, heat radiating off him.

Tang Zhou slipped a hand down to his lower belly, pressing his palm flat over the quivering muscles. He could feel every shudder as He Ziwei clenched tighter around him, the rim twitching on the edge of spasm. Then he leaned in and gently bit down on his earlobe, lips dragging over the skin.

A second later, Tang Zhou’s hoarse voice dropped into his ear, calm and cold like a thunderclap: “Someone’s coming.”

Everything in He Ziwei’s mind went blank.

He let out a sharp cry through a sob and thrashed in panic. His muscles locked up, trembling uncontrollably, and then he came, shooting hard as every nerve in his body seized at once.

A beat later, a thick, hot load flooded into his ass.

“No one’s here. I lied,” Tang Zhou whispered. He held him tight, not letting him slip away, gently rubbing his now-softening cock between the cheeks of his ass.

He Ziwei stayed frozen for a moment, then broke down completely. His face crumpled.
Tang Zhou shifted him to face forward, holding him in his arms. He kissed the tears one by one, lips warm and slow.

“Good boy. Don’t cry. I was just messing with you.”

He Ziwei didn’t say another word. After crying himself out, he never spoke to Tang Zhou again that night.