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Till Death Do Us Part chapter 9! NSFW
The
truth was that the “lovely lady,” Mr. Shen Jr., was not so diligent as to serve
Ch’in Ching every second of the day but was quite considerate during those two
days nevertheless. He only went to the office for a quick patrol each morning and returned
home to Ch’in Ching at noon. They chitchatted, read the papers and played chess
– the loser had to smooch the winner. These all gave an impression of
infatuation.
Only at night were they separate because Ch’in
Ching was too bashful to sleep with Shen Liangsheng again with the servants
around. Shen Liangsheng did not pressure him either, and got the servants to clear
a guest room for him. They would wish each other sweet dreams when night fell
and go to sleep on different beds with different dreams.
Nor did Shen Liangsheng slack off when Ch’in Ching went back to work two days
later. He drove to Nanshih in the
morning to pick up the schoolmaster and brought along a vacuum flask with soup from
his own kitchen for him to drink on the way.
In the evening, Shen Liangsheng picked him up
and drove him home, taking the opportunity to interrogate Ch’in Ching about his
lunch. He warned the man against eating off-limits foods. Ch’in Ching found the
nagging businessman amusing and couldn’t help mocking, “Yes, mom. I promise
I’ll only eat congee and nothing else. Happy now?”
Ch’in Ching sounded so sincere calling him
“mom” that Shen Liangsheng just about mistook the breaks for the gas pedal. He
managed to keep a straight face, but he reached over with his right hand and
pinched the man’s thigh. Then, he slid up and patted his crotch. “Next time you
start being cheeky, I’ll be pinching this buddy instead.”
Ch’in
Ching was skinny but healthy, nonetheless, and was alive and kicking after a
week of care. He refused to eat any more congee and swore to have a feast on
Sunday.
“What do you feel like? Nothing spicy or
fried. Anything else is fine.”
“Who said I’m eating with you? I need to go
over to my actual godmother’s house for dinner. You know, Hsiao-Liu’s house.” Ch’in Ching took this opportunity to act superior.
“You can go do your own thing.”
Hearing “my actual godmother,” Shen Liangsheng
knew he was referencing the joke from before. He shot a look over to the
passenger seat, and the schoolmaster immediately behaved fearing the
consequences of tempting the taller man. Ch’in Ching quickly added, “I really
do have something to do. It’s winter now, so I have to head over and help Hsiao-Liu with some chores. Can’t count
on him to finish it all on his own.”
“What kind of chores?”
“Probably making briquettes.”
“I see,” Shen Liangsheng responded casually,
but he didn’t feel so great inside. It was not because of missing one meal with
Ch’in Ching or concern over his injuries, but because of his possessive nature.
He drove him around and cared for him for a week and thus took the liberty of
declaring his ownership over this human being. He wished he could just keep
Ch’in Ching to himself like an owner would a pet and not let him be involved
with anyone else.
Ch’in
Ching spent Sunday morning making briquettes at the Lius’. After lunch, he
chatted with his godmother, and only when she left, yawning, for her afternoon nap did he tell Hsiao-Liu he
wanted to wash off the sweat at the bathhouse.
“Sure. Let’s go together. You go back and get your
clothes, and I’ll wait for you by the road.”
Accordingly, Ch’in Ching returned home to gather a change
of clothes. Just as he was picking out a pair of clean socks, he heard a knock at the gate. Thinking Hsiao-Liu was getting
impatient, he shouted out, “Come in. It’s open.”
“Can’t
you hang on for just one second?” Ch’in Ching complained as he walked out with
his clothes only to find Shen Liangsheng in his yard wearing a short, black
coat, hands behind his back. He let out a gasp of surprise. “What are you doing
here?”
“Why, sick of seeing me?”
“No, but you would’ve missed me if you came
any later. I was just about to leave.”
“To do free labour?”
“What? No, it’s not free labour.” Ch’in Ching
shook the net bag in his hand. “It’s the afternoon now. I’ve finished. I’m on my
way to the bathhouse.”
If he wasn’t too happy about Ch’in Ching helping Hsiao-Liu with chores, there was no
way that he would be happy to hear Ch’in Ching being stark naked in front of
other men at a bathhouse. He immediately walked over and took the net bag of
clothes from Ch’in Ching. “You can bathe at my place. And eat supper, too.”
“Sure. Let me go tell Hsiao-Liu.”
Ch’in
Ching didn’t think much of it and told Shen Liangsheng to start the car while
he found Hsiao-Liu at the entrance of
the hut’ong to notify him.
The Lius lived adjacent to the road, and Hsiao-Liu saw the black automobile when
it first pulled up, finding it familiar. Then, his eyes narrowed in suspicion when
he saw his childhood friend walking out side by side with Shen Liangsheng.
The Lius owned a teahouse and Hsiao-Liu had been in charge since the
passing of his father. He knew more about how people worked than Ch’in Ching and was not as simple-hearted. The previous time that he’d seen them he could tell that the two were
relatively close, but he’d thought that the businessman had no reason to
cheat them and didn’t take it to heart. However, this time Ch’in Ching had
nothing in his hands while Shen Liangsheng was carrying his friend’s clothes
for him. The intimacy made Hsiao-Liu
stop to think twice.
However, Ch’in Ching did not look at all
feminine nor had any other traits to make one think in that direction, and Hsiao-Liu didn’t consider it either. He
only thought that his friend was an honest person and feared that Shen
Liangsheng would take advantage of him.
“Ch’in Ching, you’re pretty close with Mr.
Shen Jr., aren’t you?” he questioned straightforwardly.
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“Well, I’m gonna come right out and say it.
The rich can be cunning. You should look out for yourself. Don’t be a gullible
li’l lamb.”
“Mhm, I know.”
“So if he wants you to sign anything, don’t do
it. Come to me first.”
“Pfft,” Ch’in Ching had been nervous but now
burst out laughing. “No way.”
“Nothing wrong with being cautious. Your ma
left you in our hands. The only way I can redeem myself if anything happened to
you is to kill myself on your ma’s gravestone.”
“My goodness. Knock on wood.”
Shen
Liangsheng sat in the car and watched the two old friends talk and laugh on
the other side of the road. His hand seemed to act on its own as he honked at the
schoolmaster to leave.
“Hsiao-Liu
said his mom’s making stewed pork feet.” Ch’in Ching was in the car but his
mind was on food. “So, how are you going to make it up to me?”
“How do you want me to make it up to you?”
Shen Liangsheng started the engine. His left hand was on the wheel while his
right reached for Ch’in Ching’s. He locked their ten digits and ran his thumb
gently between the man’s thumb and forefinger.
Though they had last seen each other two days
ago, their relationship was at the stage where they couldn’t bear to be apart
for even a minute. Ch’in Ching’s heart fluttered at Shen Liangsheng’s touch,
and he brought his hand up to his lips.
Shen Liangsheng glanced over with an enigmatic
smile and did the same, planting a kiss on the man’s hand.
The
car rolled into the Shen manor. Ch’in Ching went straight to his guestroom to
bathe, and Shen Liangsheng told the kitchen to add a pork foot to the menu, emphasizing to make it tender.
There was a boiler built in when Shen
Liangsheng purchased the manor, and pipes ran throughout the house. The water
came quickly and warmed the entire room. Ch’in Ching let out a sigh of relaxation
as he soaked in the hot water. He reached for the shampoo and was about to spread
it on his head when Shen Liangsheng suddenly came in wearing only a shirt and
long pants.
“What are you doing?” Ch’in Ching questioned
warily as he felt threatened in the nude.
“Calm down.” Shen Liangsheng approached and
patted him on the head. “Just wanted to see if you wanted anything else for supper.”
“I am calm.” Ch’in Ching let out a shaky laugh
and began to apply the shampoo onto his hair with his head down. As he lathered,
his legs that had been splayed apart closed on their own.
He was right in that Shen Liangsheng had
special intentions. Shen Liangsheng felt his groin burn seeing the man close
his legs unintentionally. He rolled up his sleeves and sat down on the tub
ledge. Not minding getting his clothes wet, he joined Ch’in Ching in cleansing
his hair, their intermingling fingers giving rise to soft foam.
Ch’in Ching let the man help with his eyes
closed. It was only a hair wash, but Ch’in Ching felt arousal upon him. He
shifted uneasily into another position to hide it.
“Don’t move.” Shen Liangsheng brought the
shower head over and rinsed out the lather. He suggested softly as he watched
the white bubbles dissolve into the water, “Let’s get a new tub of water.”
“Fine.” Ch’in Ching was waiting for the chance
to escape the man’s hands and quickly leaned away for the plug.
“Turn over.” Shen Liangsheng laid a hand on
his back.
“What?”
“Let me see if your wounds healed.”
“I thought we agreed,” Ch’in Ching declined
nervously, “that we wouldn’t do it today regardless.”
“No one said anything about that. I just want
a look. Come now.”
The
water glided down the drain to reveal a wet, naked body. Ch’in Ching couldn’t
go against Shen Liangsheng and proceeded to kneel down on the porcelain while
holding onto the ledges for stability.
Shen Liangsheng leaned in and began caressing
his hips with his right hand. His fingers slid to the hole between the butt
cheeks and explored the areas around it. “Seems fine.”
Ch’in Ching had felt a bit chilly without the
hot water but now began to heat up again.
The fingers behind him wandered around his hole,
kneading it softly at times and scraping along the crack to his sac. They did
not proceed any further, nor did they skip over to his member in front, but
Ch’in Ching saw it harden under the feather-like touches, stretching taller and
taller.
“Are you hard?”
“…yes.”
With the reply, Shen Liangsheng sprung up. He
began to unbutton his shirt while plugging the drain and turning the water back
on. Soon, his clothes came off, and he stepped into the tub taking a seat
across from Ch’in Ching.
The guestroom tub was not as large as that of
the master bedroom, and two tall men proved too much for it. Ch’in Ching sat
between Shen Liangsheng’s legs but had to open his legs, too, to let the other
man in. Their groins touched and their semi-hard dicks rubbed against each
other unintentionally.
“Come closer.” The taller man pulled him
closer and held his waist, caressing the curves.
Abashed, Ch’in Ching looked down, not wanting
to make eye contact, only to see the two members flanking one another. Their pubic
hair tangled together, gently hovering in the rising water.
“Look up.”
As though a puppet to Shen Liangsheng’s voice,
Ch’in Ching lifted his head up and was met with the man’s kiss and heavy
breaths. His lips were pried open and his mouth explored by the invading tongue.
His own tongue was taken and thoroughly sucked on.
He couldn’t help hugging Shen
Liangsheng and reciprocating his passion with his own tongue. They were joined
at the groin, their dicks engaged in a heated dance of their own. The sacs rubbed
against each other underwater, and the hard erections poked at each other’s
stomachs from time to time.
“W-wait.” Ch’in Ching was faintly aware of the
water reaching the top and overflowing. He patted the other man’s back,
interrupting, “Close the tap first.”
As though he couldn’t bear to part from his
lips, Shen Liangsheng grabbed the schoolmaster’s head and forcefully resumed
the kiss while reaching around to turn the water off. Afterwards, he stretched
into the water and began beating their dicks together.
Shen Liangsheng was endowed down there, but
Ch’in Ching was not bad either. The two cocks were too much for one hand to
hold, and one would always slip out, adding to the frustration. After a while,
he opted to only stroke the tips, cradling the two heads in his palm. The
dilated urethra leaked juices of passion only to melt into the hot water.
The stimulation on his sensitive head made
Ch’in Ching groan out loud. The sound was muffled by their kiss and came out
more like an ecstatic moan during orgasm. This succeeded in pumping more desire
into Shen Liangsheng’s swollen member. He pressed harder on Ch’in Ching’s head
and stuck his tongue deeper into his mouth. He felt the man reciprocating
fervently, and it was as though the bathroom became completely sealed in with
boiling waves of lust instead of air. They were suspended in the hazardous
substance, and the only way to survive was through their kiss.
The
tingly sensation on the head contrasted with the lack of stimulation elsewhere.
Ch’in Ching reluctantly retracted his arms around Shen Liangsheng and reached
his right hand into the water. He stroked the two members consecutively before
continuing down to their sacs and cupping around them, kneading gently.
He could feel from his fingers and balls the
other man’s balls through a thin layer of skin. The pleasure was beyond words
and raised the tension by the second. He tried to hold it in but could no longer.
He grabbed Shen Liangsheng’s wrists and broke free from his lips.
“Stop,” he husked.
“Why?” Shen Liangsheng stopped his hands and
asked quietly, “Does it not feel good?”
“No,” Ch’in Ching closed his eyes and frowned.
He gave a suggestive reply. “I can take no more.”
“What do you mean no more?” Shen Liangsheng
wanted him to say it even though he knew what he meant.
“I….”
“Yes?”
After
seconds of deliberation, Ch’in Ching finally abandoned all rational restraint.
He leaned into Shen Liangsheng’s ear and whispered the most indecent words.
Hearing them made Shen Liangsheng’s stomach tighten and his member twitch with
lust. He felt just as the man had said – he was no longer able to stand it.
“Ah!” He ducked down and latched onto the
perky, little nub before his eyes. The sucking and biting made Ch’in Ching yelp
out loud. He felt a sting on his right nipple that also tingled. After the initial
pain, what remained was the erotic tingling that seeped into his bones.
Abandoning the last of his shame, he thrust his hips up and moaned, “Down
there…I want it there, too.”
Shen Liangsheng gave the dick that was nearly
touching its owner’s stomach a good jerk before instructing huskily, “Get up.”
Only
after standing on his feet did Ch’in Ching feel weak in the knees. When Shen
Liangsheng took him into his mouth and began sucking, he could barely stand and
managed by holding the wall. His thighs, however, were shuddering
uncontrollably, and his moans intensified and echoed in the bathroom.
It was Shen Liangsheng’s first time blowing a
man, but he did not feel any discomfort. What he did feel was a wilder arousal
that only multiplied with every sound the man made. He knelt in the tub
performing oral while he jerked his own erection furiously, coming at nearly
the same time as the other man.
Ch’in Ching managed to remind Shen Liangsheng
before he came but still did not pull out in time. Most of his thick, white cum
fell on the man’s face.
As he rode out his orgasm, he looked down – he
stared, transfixed, at Shen Liangsheng masturbating with a frown and his sperm
on his face, and at the white tendrils unfurling in the tub a few moments later
– and could not look away for the longest time.
“Are
you going to pick at your food the entire night, Ch’in Ching?”
Ch’in Ching was not himself even by suppertime
and tried not to look at Shen Liangsheng – he would think of the scene from the
bathroom earlier – whereas Shen Liangsheng behaved normally. He brought over
some food to Ch’in Ching’s bowl and tapped on it with his chopsticks.
The servants had been dismissed by Shen
Liangsheng, and the two of them sat across from each other at the dining table.
Ch’in Ching put his chopsticks down and rested his elbow on the table.
“Shen Liangsheng….” he sighed with his hand on
his forehead.
“What?”
But Ch’in Ching did not finish. He only let
his eyes flutter shut while a smile found its way on his lips.
It
was a smile that only those totally lost in happiness would sport.
As sweet as the wind in August carrying the scent
of sweet osmanthus in full bloom.
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ayszhang says: So much smut omggggg. I might have a delay in the next few chapters T_T well, the difficulty of translating smut and the fact that I did absolutely nothing during winter break means I might only release three or four chapters instead of the five that January promises.
On another note, I've released the other story I've been working on, Brother. Please check it out! Please read the info page in detail beforehand, though. <3
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ayszhang says: So much smut omggggg. I might have a delay in the next few chapters T_T well, the difficulty of translating smut and the fact that I did absolutely nothing during winter break means I might only release three or four chapters instead of the five that January promises.
On another note, I've released the other story I've been working on, Brother. Please check it out! Please read the info page in detail beforehand, though. <3
Previous chapter
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