Chapter 11#

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Must be said, although Zhou Yun’s physique was average, her psychological endurance was quite strong. Apart from the motorcycle roller coaster having too many people to get in line for, she managed to ride everything else she wanted. She was excited the whole way, and even after sitting down at the restaurant she was still pulling on Song Zhiyan’s arm, chattering on about which ride was fun and which was funner, and declaring that she would never jump off a building again—next time she felt down, she’d just come to the amusement park and ride everything one by one. It worked better than medicine.

Song Zhiyan hummed in agreement, nodding absently along with Zhou Yun.

While waiting for Zhou Yun, Zhou Yan had held his hand several times and kissed him many times too. The former Zhou Yan explained away as being because of the crowds; the latter Song Zhiyan guessed was to get back at Zhou Yun’s childish antics. So he accepted both quite calmly, letting Zhou Yan do whatever he wanted.

But now, savoring the feeling of those moments, it didn’t seem like he’d actually been all that calm.

His heart had raced even though he’d taken his medication before going out. His face and ears had flushed hot repeatedly in an autumn that wasn’t even warm. And there was the arm Zhou Yan had wrapped around his waist during their kisses to keep pedestrians from bumping into him—

Song Zhiyan wasn’t new to liking someone. He’d had similar experiences early on with Qin Shu, but those had faded after about six months or so. Because they’d been in different years, and before getting together they’d had overlapping professors for two courses which gave them more chances to meet. Once the new semester started and they didn’t share classes anymore, they could only see each other in their spare time, so dates became scarce—basically two to three times a month, sometimes just a meal together at the cafeteria counting as one. After eating, Qin Shu would have to go to the lab to record data or help his advisor with work, often too busy to even reply to messages.

Song Zhiyan didn’t consider himself particularly clingy in relationships, but he still wished he could hear the other person’s voice when he missed them—even just a few minutes on the phone, or a goodnight voice message. But Qin Shu never initiated anything. When they met up, he was gentle and considerate toward Song Zhiyan, but the moment they parted ways, he vanished like he’d disappeared off the face of the earth.

If Qin Shu had never touched him, Song Zhiyan might have thought Qin Shu was just treating him as a casual fuck buddy.

But if he’d stopped liking him long ago, then why didn’t he just break up with him?

Song Zhiyan had never been able to figure it out.

After lunch, Zhou Yun said she wanted to go to the haunted house. Song Zhiyan had been there once years ago with classmates and hadn’t found it all that scary, so he went with Zhou Yan to queue up with Zhou Yun.

Once they walked through the black curtain, Zhou Yun grabbed Song Zhiyan’s arm. A few steps in, Zhou Yan took his hand as well, murmuring that it was too dark up ahead and he shouldn’t trip.

Zhou Yun didn’t notice their hands, snorting coldly and retorting, “Mind your own business.”

Song Zhiyan hadn’t planned to respond, but when that warm, large hand squeezed his firmly, he nodded—then remembered the other couldn’t see him in the dark, so he pressed his lips together and gave a soft “mm.”

The sound of his heartbeat was especially loud in the dimness, and his face was starting to feel hot. Whether it was because the haunted house was too stuffy or for some other reason, Song Zhiyan didn’t dare examine it too closely, only thinking he’d feel better once they got out.

“Ahh ahh ahh—what the heck brushed my hair!”

Zhou Yun suddenly shrieked and leaned into Song Zhiyan, sending him stumbling into Zhou Yan’s arms. He was caught in an embrace at once, watching helplessly as Zhou Yun, having recovered, swung her fist at the vampire-costumed staff member chasing after her. The staff member dodged and blocked, fleeing the room in utter disarray.

“Uh,” Song Zhiyan kindly reminded her, “you can’t hit the staff. You’ll get fined.”

“I didn’t even land a hit.” Zhou Yun panted as she turned back to look at them, and was instantly speechless. “Why are you two hugging so tight? There’s a camera in that corner—everyone queuing outside can see everything.”

“…” Song Zhiyan immediately struggled out of Zhou Yan’s arms and pressed himself against the wall. “H- hurry up and go. We’re only halfway through.”

Zhou Yan shot Zhou Yun a cold look. Zhou Yun laughed so hard she couldn’t straighten up.

What they encountered afterward was about what Song Zhiyan had expected. Aside from an occasional NPC jumping out to startle Zhou Yun, there weren’t any particularly terrifying scenes, and they made it through the haunted house smoothly.

After coming out, Song Zhiyan’s face was still red. Zhou Yun pretended not to know why and teased him until his temperature rose several more degrees, then said she wanted ice cream and sent Zhou Yan to buy her some from the snack cart.

The line was long—adults with kids and couples cuddled closely together—which made the tall figure in the middle look a bit lonely.

“Song Zhiyan, let me tell you a joke,” Zhou Yun said. “My brother’s almost thirty and he’s never even been in a relationship.”

“Ah.” Song Zhiyan found that hard to believe. “Really?”

“Really.” Zhou Yun curled her lip. “Don’t let that face of his fool you—the one that looks like people should be throwing themselves at him. The person he likes can’t even be caught.”

Song Zhiyan was stunned for a moment. “Zhou Yan has someone he likes?”

“He does, I’m guessing.” Zhou Yun said. “Otherwise who’s that wall full of photos for? Can’t be a celebrity—my brother doesn’t even follow entertainment news.”

Song Zhiyan lowered his head and gave an “oh,” pressing down the little flutter that had risen in his chest. He was a bit curious who it was that Zhou Yan liked, but also felt that since Zhou Yan already had someone he liked, maybe it wasn’t right for him to be using Song Zhiyan as a fuck buddy.

Back at the old house that evening, the nightly ritual naturally had to be observed.

Zhou Yan, being considerate of Song Zhiyan having been thoroughly wrecked the night before, and having run around the amusement park with Zhou Yun all day, hadn’t planned to torment him for too long. But Song Zhiyan seemed distracted by something, always zoning out mid-act, and his body’s responses weren’t as enthusiastic as usual. He’d moaned and whined his way to his own climax—came twice while Zhou Yan still hadn’t finished—so Zhou Yan pushed him down to suck him off.

Song Zhiyan had no experience. The moment he took it in his mouth, he scraped Zhou Yan with his teeth, which pissed Zhou Yan off enough to slap Song Zhiyan’s raised ass. Song Zhiyan, tears streaming, wailed that he didn’t want it, looking like it hurt so much, but his cock unashamedly leaked a bit more—clearly he was enjoying himself.

“Filthy slut.” Zhou Yan cursed under his breath, pushed Song Zhiyan around to face away, grabbed the two ripe-red ass cheeks in his big palms and kneaded them hard a few times before spreading them apart and driving his cock into the slightly swollen little hole between them, slapping Song Zhiyan’s ass while slamming deep in rough, violent strokes.

“Mm… it hurts… gege… mm, gege, stop hitting…”

Song Zhiyan was fucked into a puddle of water, body trembling with every slap, his hole suddenly clenching and spasming, desperately biting down on the huge thing pistoning in and out of him, sending spine-tingling, soul-wrecking pleasure straight through him.

He’d been moaning for so long his voice was going hoarse, sounding sticky and seductive.

This was hardly the behavior of someone who didn’t want it. Zhou Yan gripped Song Zhiyan’s slender white waist and drove in with long, deep, full strokes, the impact making his ass cheeks clap loudly.

The burning sting and the pleasure piling up deep inside intertwined like a tide threatening to drown him. In that suffocating terror, Song Zhiyan climbed to the peak of desire once more, convulsing and spurting out a few thin white drops.

Zhou Yan leaned down and scooped Song Zhiyan up, his sweat-slicked chest pressing flush against that fair, smooth back. The heat made Song Zhiyan jolt, and as his stomach clenched, Zhou Yan came too, thick white cum splattering against the inner walls of his passage, making Song Zhiyan shudder again and again until he finally went limp in Zhou Yan’s arms and fell asleep. In the end, he’d forgotten to ask who it was that Zhou Yan liked.

Wuwuwu, you two silly geese, Mom’s gonna die of worry!