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Chapter 292: Birthday Extra
Dreams are false.
Dreams are the opposite of reality.
Huo Ranyin knew he was dreaming. He dreamt of his student days, back in high school.
He was inside a classroom—an empty classroom devoid of people. It was dusk, and the light hovered between red and yellow, both bright and dim. Someone held him as he sat on his desk, his entire body trembling softly. That person blocked the light of the setting sun streaming through the window, dropping a wet kiss slick with sweat onto his cheek.
It was as if he had been scalded; his whole body shuddered.
Yet his body was already embraced by the other person. He felt like a fish in the palm of their hand, leaping in vain—not in resistance, but as if willingly offering himself deeper into that grasp.
The pair of hands holding him easily teased open the hem of his sportswear, rubbing across his waist and abdomen before traveling up to his chest, pinching his nipple.
It hurt a little.
Though it wasn’t… entirely pain.
Huo Ranyin bit his lip, feeling the pinched spot quickly harden and swell between the other person’s fingertips, growing engorged and hot, pushing against the finger pad as if competing with it.
He wanted this strange reaction to recede, but no matter what he thought, it was to no avail. It only made the ache there expand further.
Unfamiliar.
An unfamiliar body that was no longer under his control.
“So sensitive,” the person in front of him praised. “Has no one touched you here before?”
“…”
“Why aren’t you talking? I want to hear your voice,” that guy complained. “Do you dislike this? If you don’t like it, I’ll leave. I jumped straight off the train and ran all the way back just for you—I might even get a demerit from the school for this. Is this how you entertain me?”
As the words fell, the warmth on Huo Ranyin vanished; the person let go and truly turned to leave.
Before his willpower could act, his hand reached out and grabbed the other person’s sleeve.
“…”
“What does this mean?” The person sighed. “If you don’t talk, I can’t guess.”
Liar, Huo Ranyin thought. When solving cases, you brag several times a day about how brilliant you are, but when it comes to this moment, you put on a fake front and claim you can’t guess?
Such an obvious thing…
Huo Ranyin couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
But… but…
This was a dream, not reality. Anything was permissible in a dream, right?
“…Stay,” his mouth finally opened, a muffled voice escaping his throat.
Once opened, he could no longer close his mouth.
The person behind him villainously probed a finger inside, stirring up his tongue. He felt a large amount of saliva secrete in his mouth, moistening the finger and overflowing outward.
Embarrassed, he swallowed the excess saliva, but the contraction of his muscles made it seem as if he were sucking on the finger with soft, wet noises.
The other person was thoroughly amused by this. Returning, he embraced Huo Ranyin once more, kissing him densely. The kisses fell like raindrops on his eyes and nose, carrying the salty scent of sweat—as if, just as he had said, he had jumped off the high-speed train heading to the capital and sprinted all the way back just to find him.
Even though he knew everything in the dream was fake, this hyper-realistic illusion still stirred threads of secret delight in Huo Ranyin’s heart.
“What about what I asked just now?”
“…It’s my first time,” satisfaction made Huo Ranyin relent. “Are you satisfied—”
His voice trembled suddenly. The other person’s hand slipped into the waistband of his pants. The loose sports jersey couldn’t block anything, and his desire couldn’t withstand the teasing at all, standing erect in an instant and swelling uncomfortably.
Yet that mischievous hand didn’t linger there at all.
After casually rubbing that most crucial spot, it immediately slid downward. By the time Huo Ranyin’s hazy consciousness caught up, that hand had already spread his buttocks, deftly squeezing into that hidden place.
“No…” He gasped, tightening his thighs and hips, trying to push out the finger invading his body.
However, the effort was in vain; instead, he clamped the finger tightly inside himself, allowing it to explore his interior with calm indulgence.
“You don’t want it?” the person said. “But dressed like this, aren’t you enticing me to do this kind of thing?”
…What am I dressed like?
Huo Ranyin wanted to refute it, but the sweat-tinged heat of the other person had already enveloped him. Enfolded in his aura, he felt as if he were trapped in an extremely hot sauna; both his body and his intellect were steamed soft.
He shook his head weakly, his unfocused gaze shifting to the side, catching sight of the classroom’s glass window.
The transparent window, while framing the scenery outside, actually reflected his current appearance.
He was wearing a sleeveless sports top and shorts. The loose sleeveless vest had slipped off his shoulder, exposing half of his chest. The played-with nipples were engorged with blood, like buds about to bloom, erect on his fair chest and trembling gently.
His shorts had been pulled down to the bend of his knees at some unknown point. Both his legs were folded back so far they almost pressed against his chest, exposing half of his waist and rear…
Distracted for a second, Huo Ranyin lost his strength, releasing his tight hold on the finger inside him.
The finger withdrew, but an object thicker than a finger pressed against his entrance once more. It poked shallowly twice at the opening without entering, then pulled away again. Huo Ranyin saw the other person take something out of his pocket, unscrew it, and squeeze it in.
Something cool, like water, poured inside.
Huo Ranyin’s body shivered from the sensation. He wanted to scold him, but the sound that came out was like the whimper of a kitten: “Carrying this kind of thing on you? Lewd…”
“But,” the person seemed troubled yet innocent, “you were the one who said if I came back, you’d entertain me like this. That’s why I carried it with me.”
I never said that! Huo Ranyin thought indignantly.
But… but this is a dream… A dream is a reflection of thoughts. Could I have actually thought about this?
He was rendered speechless. The person taking liberties with his body didn’t stop, however. The back hole, dripping with lubricant, felt slick and wet, as if oozing liquid. Overwhelmed by shame, he hesitated over whether to tighten up; while he was still wavering, the large object that had pulled away pressed back against him. This time, without a moment’s hesitation, it plunged straight in!
Huo Ranyin was pushed upward by the thrust.
“Ha… Ah—”
His voice, just like his body, shook completely out of control. The other person’s hands clasped his waist; with his shoulders and back pressed against the desk, his lower body suspended in midair, he wanted to spread his legs to wrap around the other’s waist for leverage, but his legs were bound together by his athletic pants. He could only passively surrender himself to the person riding over him.
The huge object invading his body was like a rod, slamming heavily into the deepest part of him with every strike.
At first, he tried to block it, tried to resist, but a body and entrance experiencing this for the first time were no match for his partner. After just a few thrusts, he melted completely. Within the deep, aching friction came an indescribable, melting sensation of sweet numbness.
“…No… don’t… enough…”
Dizzy, he didn’t know what he was saying, feeling only as if he had been tossed into a fierce storm, rising and falling with every impact inflicted upon him. He was filled up and shaking; with every shudder, the liquid poured into his body threatened to spill over.
Trying his best to endure, he spoke in a trembling voice:
“Slower… slow down… can’t take it… please…”
Yet it had the opposite effect. It seemed the more he begged, the more the person above wanted to see him lose control, and the incoming thrusts grew increasingly fierce and relentless.
Crossing the threshold, he gasped sharply as he ejaculated bursts of white cream, dirtying his pants and body. The pleasurable release laid him completely bare before the other person.
Not wanting to be seen like this, Huo Ranyin immediately raised an arm across his face.
The thrusting inside his body gradually came to a halt.
Yet it didn’t go soft; soft breathing sounded right by Huo Ranyin’s ear.
Then, the other person’s voice rang out: “Why cover your face? You look gorgeous right now… Why hide it?”
“Your aesthetic taste…” Huo Ranyin said, his voice hoarse.
Before he could finish half his sentence, a finger was shoved into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and swallowing the rest of his words.
…Is this the only trick you know?
Huo Ranyin wanted to glare, but everything before his eyes was pitch black; he realized belatedly that he had raised his arm to cover his eyes.
Unable to counter, he had to listen as the other person’s teasing voice rang out undisturbed: “My aesthetic taste is perfectly normal. If you weren’t beautiful…”
Huo Ranyin’s body suddenly shifted backward. The shoulders rubbing against the desk felt a sting of pain—had his skin been scraped when he was held down earlier? But soon, this minor pain dissolved completely from his brain.
The thing buried inside his body thrust even deeper, forcing him upright. His shoulders were embraced, and scalding kisses fell upon his throat.
Kissing him like that, biting the skin on his neck, the person spoke:
“If you weren’t beautiful, why would I get hard as a rock the second I see you? Why would I want to fuck you so hard that your mouth can’t call out anything else except me?”
“…”
That sauna-like feeling—capable of steaming both body and reason soft—returned.
Huo Ranyin was lifted up in a daze. By the time he realized something was wrong, he was already pressed against the chalkboard. The distinct smell of chalk and books, the smell of the classroom, rushed into his nose.
This was his daily place of study… a place he disliked…
Yet now, it was suddenly different.
The person stood behind him, the object still buried deep inside his body. He was sticky and wet all over, unsure if it was sweat or semen.
He could barely stand, his legs turning completely soft as he tried to slide down. But with the slightest movement, the length inside stirred even deeper, forcing him to lean against the chalkboard and gasp for air.
“What do… you want… to do…”
“I want to fuck you.”
The person spoke with a laugh.
“Didn’t you say earlier that someone wrote your and Yu Xiaoyu’s names on the blackboard?”
“None of your—” Huo Ranyin wanted to say it was none of his business, but he was rammed hard from behind. The unfinished words, along with his sanity, scattered completely.
Even so, the other person refused to let him off, beginning to thrust shallowly and slowly while stroking his desire.
The shaft that had just released and gone soft actually raised its head again under such touch, the tip secreting tiny drops of shameful moisture.
“It was…” Huo Ranyin submitted. “It was a prank—I’m already like this, isn’t it enough for you—why do you care about other…”
“Did I fail to satisfy you? My mistake.”
The person’s voice was flippant as usual, but his actions were not.
Pressed against the board, the length penetrating him thrust harder and harder. With every entry and exit, wet squelching sounds echoed out. He felt the liquid inside his back hole being squeezed out, sliding down his inner thighs—an icy cold sensation forming a stark contrast with the fiery heat of the penetration.
His legs had lost all power, as if the bones had been removed. He could only lean on the blackboard in front while being supported by the shaft behind, like a piece of filling sandwiched between two layers, flipped and toyed with at will.
Unable to bear it, feeling his swollen shaft on the verge of ejaculating again, he could only beg the person behind him:
“No, don’t… aren’t you done yet… hurry, faster…”
“If you want me to be faster, do something to please me.”
“Wh-What…”
“How about this: while I fuck you, you write our names on the blackboard?”
“No…”
Before his refusal could even be fully voiced, the storm of thrusts eased up. Yet he received no relief from it; the agonizing desire that he hadn’t fully savored during the wild pounding was suddenly coaxed out, making even his marrow itch.
“…You…”
His voice trembled as he gasped for air.
“Don’t torment…”
“It’s you who shouldn’t torment me,” the person whispered, nuzzling against his ear. “Good boy, satisfy your gege, okay? My life is practically lost to you. Just thinking about you having a connection with Yu Xiaoyu while we don’t makes me go crazy with jealousy…”
Huo Ranyin felt like he was the one about to go crazy.
Why could the person behind him speak such embarrassingly shameless words so smoothly and naturally?
Yet he was bewitched. He raised a weakened hand to grab a piece of chalk from the tray beneath the board. His hand was so soft that it took several tries before he picked up the chalk, writing two names crookedly on the board.
…Huo Ranyin.
…Ji Xun.
“Call my name.”
Fierce thrusts descended once more. The person behind him commanded:
“Call my name. Call me gege.”
Huo Ranyin was pulled back into the whirlpool of desire once again. Within the vortex, his consciousness flickered in and out.
Ji… Xun… Ji… Xun…
The name repeatedly surfaced in his mind, but what slipped off the tip of his tongue was another word:
“Ge… ge…”
“What are you saying?…”
The dream bubble was gently popped.
Huo Ranyin woke up from the dream in a daze. Before he even had time to feel ashamed about having such a dream, he felt something strange with his body.
He was lying on his stomach on the bed, with Ji Xun pressing against him from behind. His waist and abdomen were lifted, and his entrance was filled—shallowly rubbing inside.
Ji Xun’s kisses fell on his back as he thoughtfully explained:
“I was afraid of waking you up, so I didn’t make my movements too big. I wanted you to sleep longer, but did I wake you up anyway? You weren’t sleeping very peacefully just now—what did you dream about?”
“…”
Huo Ranyin muttered a curse under his breath.
He finally understood why he had such an absurd dream—it was because someone was doing something even more absurd to him in reality.
“Are you angry?” Ji Xun asked with a smile.
“…Anyone would be angry if they were fucked awake…”
Huo Ranyin was awake, yet still hazy—half in reality, half left in the dream.
His desire, however, wasn’t left in the dream; it was fully awakened, now pressing straight against the bedsheet. Ji Xun’s hand reached over from behind, cupping his length and commenting:
“Looks very energetic.”
“…”
Feels like we’ll have to wash the bedsheets again. In his groggy state, the thought flashed through Huo Ranyin’s mind. Then he realized he truly had started a family, even thinking about such mundane daily chores while in bed.
“…If you want to do it, hurry up. Stop dawdling—you’re even more ‘energetic’ than me,” Huo Ranyin said with a slight competitive edge, his voice somewhat sleepy and slurred.
“I really do want to do it,” Ji Xun rubbed against Huo Ranyin, making the other’s spine tense up. “But I want to know even more about what you were dreaming about just now…”
“Why ask about my dream? I won’t tell you…” Huo Ranyin’s voice tightened, tensing along with his back.
Yet magically, his consciousness hadn’t fully awakened. He still nested lazily, enjoying everything in a half-dreaming, half-awake state—enjoying Ji Xun’s thrusts, and enjoying… his own body’s swallowing and wrapping.
“I want to know if you were having a wet dream.”
“I have the real thing; why would I need a wet dream…” Huo Ranyin didn’t like doggy style and retained that dislike even while half-awake, but at this moment he was straightforwardly relieved that his face could be buried in the pillow. “Alright, hurry up…”
He bit his lip, trying to sound calm, but his voice was soaked through with moisture, surprisingly soft, like he was acting spoiled:
“Hurry up… thrust inside me. Can’t you do it…”
He was rammed heavily.
Ji Xun’s way of retaliating against being told he couldn’t do it was to prove just how well he could.
Huo Ranyin felt his waist arch downward while his hips were lifted high, completely exposed—bent into a posture made specifically for easy insertion… only convenient for insertion.
His mind was folded and shaken right along with his body.
Every cycle brought a feeling of relief, like being tossed high into the air and caught again.
He heard Ji Xun’s panting.
Ji Xun’s hand, which had been supporting his waist and abdomen, moved up to his shoulder. As he thrust upward, he pressed down on his shoulder, pinning him heavily onto the bed as if trying to nail him down.
“We do have the real thing, but I still… had countless wet dreams…”
“Dreamt of doing countless shameful things to you. Remember what we talked about on the video call last time? I said black silk, you said mesh… and…” Ji Xun panted with a chuckle. “And what else? Right, white silk.”
“Stockings of any color would do—I want you to put them on, from your toes all the way up to the top of your thighs, the elastic band cinched at the top, and wearing nothing else…”
“Then you spread your legs, and I slowly pull them off one by one…”
“Stop talking…” Huo Ranyin felt heat surge from his back all the way up to his brain. His already unsober mind became as dizzy as if he were drunk. “Even if you… keep talking… we don’t have white silk at home…”
“Then when will we have white silk at home?”
“…”
“Shall we buy a pair online?” Ji Xun asked. “One pair might not be enough—maybe we need a few more pairs.”
“You…”
“What were you calling out in your dream just now?” Ji Xun moved leisurely. Even while making love, he wasn’t in a hurry from start to finish. “Were you calling for me? In my wet dreams, every single image I imagined was only you. What about you? Was I in your dream?”
After going in circles, the topic returned here again.
Huo Ranyin panted continuously. His body was completely out of control, handed over entirely to the invader. As for his reason, half floated in the present, while half floated over the imagery the other person described.
White silk…
Bought mesh at home…
Do we need to buy more…
He could no longer distinguish his thoughts. His desire, nearing the edge, was controlled by the other person’s fingertips. Every time he wanted to release, Ji Xun would wickedly pinch him—just short of the finish line, just a little bit…
Even though he couldn’t take the thrusting anymore and his heart was filled with the urge to escape, his body contradicted his reason. He involuntarily rubbed backward, letting the other person invade his body fully, thoroughly, and deeper.
“Yes… was thinking… thinking of you… was… calling you.”
Desire had conquered reason, cracking open the door he usually kept tightly shut.
“Calling me what?”
“Calling you…” Huo Ranyin muttered hazily, “…ge…”
The moment this word—one he was usually completely unwilling to utter—leaked from the tip of his tongue, the leisurely pace of the person behind him vanished. It was as if his partner’s sanity had also melted away in that single syllable.
Ji Xun pressed Huo Ranyin firmly against the bed and thrust with intense power. Within just a few drives, Huo Ranyin’s body tensed to its limit, but Ji Xun gripped him tight.
“Wait for me…”
Panting, he pulled out, flipping Huo Ranyin over from his stomach, spreading his legs, and driving straight back in.
“Knowing you don’t like it from behind, I want to be with you face-to-face this time…”
“Nngh—”
A soft whimper, almost like a sob, spilled from Huo Ranyin’s lips. He wrapped around Ji Xun like a vine, hugging him tightly. His nails dug into the other’s back, leaving several red tracks. At that exact moment, as Ji Xun released everything deep inside Huo Ranyin, his own stretched desire—like a bursting dam—erupted completely, splashing across himself and Ji Xun in warm bursts.
