Day 4 Yibo truly wondered what it would feel like…  having Xiao Zhan kiss him down there. The front, he could imagine but the back? He cocked his head. Was it necessary? Did it actually feel good? Through his earphones, he could hear the man moan, an apparent testament to just how good it felt, but Yibo remained skeptical. After all, they were aware that they were being filmed and knew to make things seem as exciting as possible. He desperately needed to know though; did it a

"You went to the bar?" Yibo asks, tasting the lingering, heady scent of whiskey on Xiao Zhan's tongue. At first, Xiao Zhan doesn’t respond. His hand leaves Yibo’s neck to slide down his glistening torso. Reaching behind, he grabs the taut buns of Yibo’s ass and starts to grind into him. Once again, his lips lower, first to Yibo’s neck to leave another passionate mark, and then to his lips, drowning Yibo with his taste. "Mingyu," he replies when he eventually pulls away. At th

"Clown world," Xiao Zhan gripes as the golden Aberlour is poured into his glass. Mingyu's shoulders shake with barely suppressed laughter. "I don't think that term applies to your current situation." "I faked a call," Xiao Zhan lifts his gaze. "I literally faked a call." "I know. The call was to me." With a shake of his head, Xiao Zhan picks up his tumbler and takes a long drink, while Mingyu returns the bottle to the shelf. With his arms folded across his chest, he leans aga

Xiao Zhan shrugs off his jacket and flings it aside. His eyes, ravenous, devour every inch of Yibo’s body. He yanks the white turtleneck from the band of his pants, and in the next breath, it joins the jacket on the floor. Feeling this intensely desired is dizzying for Yibo. He feels like Xiao Zhan's fetish—something he has to have, something he cannot get enough of Xiao Zhan doesn't even blink as he heads over. He's laser-focused, eager to fuck Yibo till he can't tell up fro

It is quite rowdy, and this is, of course, thanks to Yi Qin's baking fest, with all the residents more than eager to be his guinea pigs....

"Follow him." Producer Yang's voice is low, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. The security guard, with practiced efficiency, switches the surveillance camera's display to track Yibo as he enters the common area on the thirteenth floor. After a brief pause and a glance towards the kitchen, he makes a decisive turn and heads in the opposite direction. “Switch,” Producer Yang instructs again, and the narrow corridor comes into view. They track Yibo as he makes his way

I wrote an update a few days ago but I didn't post it. It was basically about how my break had to be extended because I'm moving...

Altan "She went back?" I ask as I pull open the refrigerator, not quite sure what I am suddenly craving. "Yes, General," Zahn replies....

Note: The previous chapter was re-edited and rewritten. Please read as a refresh before continuing. 8 new chapters coming. xo. Ingrid...