LOI Chapter 32 — Unreasonable Demand

Three hours had passed since Rong Ke replied “Coming back tonight.”

There shouldn’t be traffic jams this late, yet Rong Ke still hadn’t returned.

So what was going on?

Yan Zhi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, deep in thought. Was the photo he sent not sexy enough?

He drained the wine in his glass and sent Rong Ke a message: [Not here yet?]

The next second, a WeChat notification sounded outside the door. Puzzled, Yan Zhi walked over and opened it, only to find Rong Ke standing right there.

In fact, Rong Ke arrived twenty minutes ago.

He waited in the hotel until the fans downstairs dispersed, then borrowed a baseball cap from Zhou Lin and snuck to the parking lot. He drove back to Tianxi Yunwan without delay.

He did not waste any time on the way. He chose the shortest route and rushed straight to the elevator after parking. But once he stepped out, his feet refused to move.

The door before him was like Pandora’s box. Once opened, there would be no turning back.

Even now, Rong Ke remained uncertain if he really wanted to cross that line with Yan Zhi.

Before he could decide, a WeChat notification startled him.

He fumbled to silence his phone, but it was too late. The door creaked open, revealing Yan Zhi in a bathrobe. Their eyes met.

“I just got here,” Rong Ke said quickly.

His gaze fell on Yan Zhi’s exposed chest, and he swallowed hard.

Without a word, Yan Zhi grabbed Rong Ke’s collar and yanked him inside.

The seductive “spider” was even more ravenous than Rong Ke had imagined. He didn’t even have time to share his ordeal with the other agency’s fans before scorching kisses descended upon him.

The air was stolen from his lungs, his lips and tongue finding no escape.

Rong Ke had to brace against Yan Zhi’s chest. “Wait, Yan Zhi…”

His words were enveloped by the sound of mingling saliva, taking on a wet, sticky quality that made even Yan Zhi’s name sound erotic.

“Wait for what?” Yan Zhi restrained himself, biting Rong Ke’s lower lip hard.

“I think,” Rong Ke took a deep breath, pushing Yan Zhi away momentarily, “we should be honest with each other first.”

Yan Zhi immediately untied his bathrobe.

Alarmed, Rong Ke quickly grabbed Yan Zhi’s hands. “I meant emotionally!”

Oh, Yan Zhi understood. It was time for a talk.

Yan Zhi brought the wine and glasses to the balcony. Rong Ke was already seated in a lounge chair, a cigarette between his fingers.

The balcony overlooked the courtyard. At this hour, few apartments had lights on. Only the moon cast its serene glow.

“What do you want to discuss?” Yan Zhi poured wine for both of them, then took Rong Ke’s cigarette pack and lighter, lighting one for himself.

Rong Ke didn’t answer immediately. He took a deep drag, slowly exhaled, then spoke in a deep voice, “You know I consider you a ‘sister’, right?”

Yan Zhi raised an eyebrow imperceptibly, a hint of unease in his heart. He mumbled an “Mm” around his cigarette.

“Sisters are more important than men,” Rong Ke tapped his ash. “Although I can’t understand why you want me as your man, I don’t want to lose you over this.”

Hearing this, Yan Zhi relaxed.

If Rong Ke didn’t want to lose him, didn’t that mean he could do as he pleased?

Well, even if they couldn’t go all the way tonight, he could at least plan the order of the toys.

Yan Zhi curled his long legs, perching his feet on the chair’s edge, leisurely sipping his wine. “And then?”

“You’re not a casual person, and neither am I.” Unlike Yan Zhi’s nonchalance, Rong Ke gazed solemnly into the distance. “If we cross that line, I’ll take full responsibility for you.”

Yan Zhi nodded in agreement.

But Rong Ke changed the subject. “So we must seriously consider whether we should cross that line.”

Yan Zhi set down his glass with a clunk, replying without hesitation, “We should.”

Rong Ke: “…”

Rong Ke had wavered outside for twenty minutes, unable to decide. Yet Yan Zhi answered so casually.

Rong Ke suddenly recalled when he’d mentioned doing a striptease, and Yan Zhi had immediately said, “I want to see.” The feeling was exactly the same now.

When His Highness wanted something, he just wanted it. He never considered anything else. If he wanted it, he wanted it, with laser-like focus.

Seeing that dissuading Yan Zhi was impossible, Rong Ke sighed helplessly, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Fine then, I’ll try to be your husband.”

Yan Zhi fell silent for a moment, then picked up his wine glass again. He brought it to his lips, saying, “Actually…”

His voice was muffled by the glass and could not be heard clearly. Rong Ke asked, “Actually what?”

Looking into those pure eyes, conscience finally awakened at the last moment.

Yan Zhi took a sip of wine, deciding to be as honest as Rong Ke. “Actually, I can be the husband too.”

Well then.

Only half honest.

Yan Zhi hadn’t lied. He’d always been a top, so naturally, he could be the husband. But he knew this statement would only give Rong Ke the false impression that he too would “top for love,” without realizing the issue with his previous behavior.

This was fine, Yan Zhi thought.

If Rong Ke agreed outright, all would be well, and his pretense of being a bottom wouldn’t be exposed.

Knowing Rong Ke, he’d likely agree…

“What are you thinking?” Rong Ke chuckled. “You can’t even do housework. How could you possibly top?”

Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly, looking as if he had something to say but wasn’t sure if he should. He asked Rong Ke, “Is there necessarily a connection?”

“Topping is exhausting. It’s all physical work,” Rong Ke said magnanimously. “Leave that kind of work to me. You just focus on being your princely self.”

“…” Touching, but unnecessary.

Yan Zhi paused, then asked, “Have you topped before?”

“No, but think about it. Your waist has to keep moving. That’s tiring,” Rong Ke said. “But don’t worry, I’ll try my best to satisfy you.”

With Rong Ke saying this much, it would be odd if Yan Zhi still insisted on topping.

He calculated inwardly. He’d already tried to be honest, but Rong Ke didn’t understand. Whatever happened next couldn’t be blamed on him.

“Alright,” Yan Zhi glanced at Rong Ke’s wine glass and asked, “Are you going to keep drinking?”

If not, they could get down to business.

Rong Ke naturally understood Yan Zhi’s hint. His tone became hesitant. “Though I’ll try my best, you need to give me time.”

“How long?” Yan Zhi asked. “Is five minutes enough?”

Rong Ke: “…”

“No, I mean, we can start with kissing and take it slow, step by step.”

“Okay.” Yan Zhi stood up from his chair, walked over to Rong Ke, and straddled his legs. He cupped Rong Ke’s face and arched his back to bite his lip.

The scent of smoke and wine lingered between their lips, sweetened by the soft sensation.

Rong Ke had to tilt his chin up, obediently parting his teeth. He’d never felt so intoxicated by the taste of cigarettes and wine he’d consumed.

After a while, Yan Zhi pulled back, a silver thread connecting their lips.

His eyes were dark, his voice restrained. “Can we move to the next step?”

Rong Ke was slightly stunned. “So fast?”

“I’ve been very patient already.”

Rong Ke followed Yan Zhi to the master bedroom in a daze. Everything happened so naturally, and soon they were “honest” with each other in the most literal sense.

Although Rong Ke was mentally prepared, he was still a bit shocked.

— Was that really something that belonged on a human body?

The Goddess of Beauty looked so pure and delicate, how could such a fierce beast be hidden beneath his clothes?

The confidence he’d built up began to waver. Rong Ke pulled away from the sticky kisses and said to Yan Zhi, “Maybe we should stop here for today.”

He still wanted to take it slow, first getting used to kissing for a while, then moving on to more intimate contact. This way, he could better adjust to Yan Zhi’s transition from sister to wife.

Yan Zhi didn’t insist, only asking, “Can we finish, at least?”

Rong Ke looked down at their aroused states — his brain automatically blocking out the fact that Yan Zhi was bigger than him — and said, “Alright.”

Rong Ke then tried to flip Yan Zhi over, but Yan Zhi pinned him to the bed instead.

Rong Ke felt something was off. Why did Yan Zhi like being on top so much? Did he enjoy riding¹?

Hmm, they could try that next time.

As they stroked each other, Rong Ke finally got a clearer idea of Yan Zhi’s size.

The diameter was about the circle made by his thumb and middle finger, with the tip even thicker.

While enjoying Yan Zhi’s caresses, Rong Ke thought distractedly how fortunate it was that Yan Zhi wasn’t topping. That would have been terrifying.

“Should we use the toys?” Yan Zhi grabbed two vibrating eggs from the nightstand and whispered in Rong Ke’s ear, “I’ve tried them. They feel great.”

The two pink eggs were connected by a wire. Rong Ke couldn’t help imagining them buried inside him and Yan Zhi, connected by the white wire. His blood rushed, making him even harder.

“Okay,” he said hoarsely.

The egg was only as thick as a thumb. It met some resistance at the entrance but slid in completely with a gentle push.

Yan Zhi turned on the vibrator, lightly biting Rong Ke’s nipple while stroking him.

“Wait, Yan Zhi…” The intense vibrations brought volcanic pleasure. Rong Ke gripped Yan Zhi’s shoulders tightly. “Why didn’t you put one in yourself?” Yan Zhi didn’t answer, sucking harder.

At this point, Rong Ke couldn’t focus on Yan Zhi anymore. He’d never used such an electric device before. The forbidden area, untouched for so long, was suddenly stimulated so intensely. The pleasure built like a tidal wave, instantly bringing him to his peak.

At that moment, both Yan Zhi and Rong Ke were stunned.

Rong Ke stared at the scene before him in disbelief, thinking it must be because he hadn’t done this in so long, plus he’d never used such “high-tech” toys before, that he accidentally finished so quickly.

But even so, the reality was hard to accept.

“Aren’t you…” Yan Zhi looked at Rong Ke with a complex expression, hesitating. “Able to last at least fifteen minutes?”

Forget fifteen minutes, even fifteen seconds seemed a stretch just now.

Rong Ke was dazed, looking at the mess on Yan Zhi’s abdomen. He asked uncertainly, “Is this really mine?”

Yan Zhi pressed his lips together, carefully saying, “What else could it be?”

Rong Ke felt like lightning had struck him. He had to face a brutal reality – he hadn’t even lasted fifteen seconds with Yan Zhi.

This felt worse than CP fans saying he couldn’t last fifteen minutes.

This was his “debut performance” as a top. How could this happen?

“It’s okay.” Seeing Rong Ke so devastated, as if he’d lost all confidence in life, Yan Zhi had to comfort him with a lie. “I tried it before too. It really is hard to last.”

“Really?” Rong Ke looked at Yan Zhi. “How long did you last?”

Uh.

Yan Zhi knew he couldn’t say a second more, so he gritted his teeth and made something up. “I… about ten seconds.”

“I don’t believe you,” Rong Ke said, a glimmer of hope in his dazed eyes. “Unless you put it in now. I want to see you finish in ten seconds.”

Yan Zhi: “…” Fuck me.

Wasn’t this an unreasonable demand??

Seeing Yan Zhi’s silence, Rong Ke turned away dejectedly. “You were lying to me after all.”

His dejected back was too pitiful, leaving Yan Zhi at a loss for words.

But Yan Zhi knew he absolutely couldn’t hurt Rong Ke’s male pride right now. So he patted the sad mushroom and gently comforted him. “It’s okay. We’re good sisters. I won’t laugh at you.”