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When
Hsiao-Liu came around later, he
looked calmer. Perhaps the cold wind and the laps around the neighbourhood did
him some good. He plopped down in a chair and jumped straight in. “Ch’in Ching,
please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.”
“What did I do to deserve this from you?!” Ch’in Ching exclaimed after moments of staring at the ground. He snatched the dress from Shen Liangsheng and began stuffing himself into it. He realized he was beyond the point of no return – he might as well always have been. Hearing the taller man’s sweet, sweet words, he couldn’t help but feel a bitter emotion so strong that he didn’t mind going along with the act and playing out a night as his wife.
Shen Liangsheng had given specific instructions for Chou to buy the largest size available, and it was imported fashion as well. Ch’in Ching was also quite skinny so the dress fit despite his being a man – and it was not too tight either.
“Stand over there by the bed.” Shen Liangsheng suddenly pushed him away and went to the bedside table. After finding the lubricant, he took off the towel around his waist and sat down on the bed.
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For more information:
Nakahara Department Store
A department store built in 1926 under the persuasion of the Japanese Consul at Tientsin, located on Asahi Street in the former Japanese concession in Tientsin (current Heping Road). It was once the tallest building in Tientsin, standing at seven stories: floors one to three sold merchandise, four to five contained entertainment facilities such as dance halls, theatres and restaurants, and six and seven were open air gardens. The current building was rebuilt after the Tangshan Earthquake in 1976.
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ayszhang: I've recently been a little busy with friends leaving Japan and visiting friends in other prefectures, and then I'm also returning home on Mar 13, returning to Tokyo on Mar 31. So I'm going to be slow on updating TDDUP.
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“It was….” Ch’in Ching mumbled his answer.
He knew his friend was here for an explanation.
“All right, I didn’t do my job right.” The
shorter man sprang up from his seat and began pacing about the room. “I guess
there’s no way to redeem myself other than to kill myself before your parents’
graves!”
Ch’in Ching’s face paled at this
exclamation. He knew very well that he was letting down his parents by being
involved with a man, and Hsiao-Liu went
straight for the soft, white underbelly of his emotions.
But Hsiao-Liu
was like his mother, a soft, kind spirit under a tough shell. After a long
silence, he turned to find his friend sitting on the bed with a dazed
expression, and he immediately thought his words had been too harsh. He sat
down beside his friend and tried to explain. “I wasn’t…I didn’t….” He heaved a
sigh. “Goddammit!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sayin’ sorry to me?!” This
apology made Hsiao-Liu furious once
more. He grabbed his friend’s arm and fired a string of questions. “You tell
me, what is this thing you have going
on here? What is it? Can there be a future? Are you stupid? He’s got everything
he’d want. He’s just playin’ a game with you! Is this how you treat yourself?”
Ch’in Ching stayed quiet. There was one
thing that he couldn’t say to Shen Liangsheng, but he ended up spilling it to Hsiao-Liu.
His gaze lingered on the cold winter
sunlight that had crept up his canvas shoes. It was glittering gold but not
very warm. And he said it for the first time. “I love him.”
“But….” Hsiao-Liu could barely get a sentence to form in his frustration.
“Like that means a shit!”
Ch’in
Ching refused to speak, and the two fell silent. As Hsiao-Liu sat panting, it dawned on him that he had no chance
against the stubborn mule that was his friend.
Must he threaten him with their
friendship? But he couldn’t bear doing that to his friend. He could feel his
temple pounding from the dilemma.
“Ch’in Ching….” With a frown, Hsiao-Liu sighed, and with nothing else
to say, he cracked a joke. “What can I say? I got three sisters, and my
ma’s always hoping that our families could become even closer. She’d never have
thought she’d lose her future son-in-law and have to marry off her godson, too.”
“Don’t you dare tell your mom.”
“O’course not. Don’t need you telling me
that.”
“Save it. You’ve never been a good liar.”
“Why would I need to lie to the old lady?
I just won’t bring this up.”
“Just worried about that big mouth of
yours.”
“Shut your trap.”
Before long, the usual atmosphere between
the two friends restored. Hsiao-Liu
glanced up at the clock and gave his friend a jerk. “Hurry up and come home
with me. The old lady got up early to make k’oujou. See, that’s
why she couldn’t wait ‘til dinner and wanted you over for lunch.”
“Never had lunch with you on New Year’s
Day before though….” Ch’in Ching murmured. Shen Liangsheng had only stayed over
at his place once, just this once, but they just had to get walked in on. His
cheeks finally flushed crimson from the delayed embarrassment.
“Jesus, can you please wear something
with a taller collar?” Hsiao-Liu
couldn’t help but chide him after noticing the marks on the man’s neck.
A blushing Ch’in Ching went searching for
clothes beside the wardrobe. When he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he
couldn’t help but recall the reckless activity that took place before the mirror last
night. He quickly averted his gaze while wishing he could drag Shen Liangsheng
back and take out his embarrassment on him by taking a bite or two.
After he changed, the two headed out.
Hsiao-Liu stood behind his friend as
he locked the gates.
“Say,” the shorter man suddenly spoke. “He
hasn’t bullied you, has he?”
“Huh?” Ch’in Ching somewhat regained his
composure as he clapped the lock shut. His tone returned to its usual
playfulness. “What do you mean? I’m the bully.”
“You?” Hsiao-Liu rolled his eyes. It was blatant that the young master
wasn’t a kind soul, so he still reminded, “If he dare hurt you–”
“You’ll throw bricks at his window.” Ch’in
Ching finished the sentence for him as they shared a smile. They both thought
back to their childhood, when Hsiao-Liu
would always stick up for the other boy if some stupid asshole bullied him,
despite Hsiao-Liu being younger by a
few months. The younger boy would chuck old bricks at the glass or paper
on the bully’s window. They were busted a few times and chased around the
yard by Mrs. Liu with a broomstick.
They got into trouble together, got
punished together, and practically grew up eating from the same bowl – no
matter what happened, they were not going to let a brotherhood like this end.
Soon,
Sunday came around. Ch’in Ching slept in past eight o’clock and was reading a
book when someone knocked on the gates. He faintly recalled Shen Liangsheng saying
he would come on Sunday. He put the book down and went to let him in.
“Well, you sure are….” he said as he
pulled the gates open.
Ch’in Ching was going to say “You sure
are early,” but he froze when he saw the visitor outside. It took him a few
seconds to find his tongue. “Miss Fang.”
“Pardon me, Mister Ch’in, for dropping in
like this.” It was Fang Hua. She was dressed sharply for the New Year’s season
– a short bamboo green coat with a baby yellow wool scarf – along with the two
hanging braids that made one think of youth and spring.
“That’s quite all right.” Ch’in Ching
turned to let her in. “Just a surprise seeing you here, you know. It’s just
that, well, my house isn’t in a presentable state now. Would you mind holding
on for a minute while I tidy up?”
“No, there’s no need for that.” Fang Hua
giggled at the bewildered man and added kindly, “I just hope I’m not disturbing
you.”
“Of course not. Happy New Year, Miss
Fang.” Ch’in Ching chuckled too, acting like it was just a colleague visiting
for New Year’s wishes and concealing the fact he was wary about her intentions in coming to his house.
The
two went indoors, and Ch’in Ching showed her to a seat before getting the water
boiling for tea. While he was in the kitchen, Fang Hua scanned the room from
where she was at the table in an effort to calm her nerves. She only looked calm,
but she had butterflies in her stomach. She had spent quite some time cheering
herself on at home before paying him this New Year’s visit.
“Careful, hot.” Ch’in Ching came back in
with the kettle and two clean glasses. He put in the tea leaves and poured a
glass for her before sitting down across from her.
“Thank you,” Fang Hua said softly. She
cupped her hands loosely around the glass as her heartbeat sped up again. He
gave her some hot tea, and she felt as though her heart was letting off just as
much steam as the liquid.
“Sorry, I didn’t prepare for the
holidays, so I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s fine.”
“How has your New Year’s been?”
“Good.”
“What
about you, Mister Ch’in?”
“Not too bad myself.”
The
conversation died after the small talk. One was feeling awkward while the other
was trying to find a topic. Then they both started at the same time. “You–”
“You first,” Fang Hua laughed lightly.
“You look good.” Ch’in Ching chuckled as well and chose something that pleased the ladies but was not too out
of place.
“Likewise.” Regardless of how anxious she
really was, she put on a mature appearance. She returned the compliment with a
smile. “You seemed to have put on some weight during the holiday.”
“Oh, is that right?” Ch’in Ching pinched
his own cheek. “Because just the other day I was told that I never put on
weight no matter how much I eat.”
Fang Hua just looked at him with a smile
– her gaze was more or less straightforward in conveying her feelings. Ch’in
Ching met it but still continued casually, “How are your parents?”
“They’re doing well. My brother and
sister-in-law, too.” Fang Hua teased him with her head tilted. “I have a
younger brother who’s doing well, too. Anything else you’d like to know?”
Chuckling, Ch’in Ching shook his head
while making up his mind – he could not let this drag on. He had to clear
things up sooner or later, and better sooner than later.
“Oh, right.” Fang Hua pretended to have
forgotten about it as she took out a few containers from her cloth bag. “I knew
that you…”
She faltered as she mustered the
confidence to finish.
“…that you live by yourself, so I brought
a few things I made myself. I hope you like them.”
She knew his parents had passed away and
was worried that he did not have a proper New Year’s meal. Guessing at his
preferences, she had made several dishes for him and brought them over. They
were nothing expensive, but the sincere feelings behind them were too much for
Ch’in Ching to accept.
He dare not accept but did not reject her
right away. He even opened one and took a sniff, praising with enthusiasm, “You’ll make a great wife. I’m envious of whomever gets to marry you. Meanwhile,
I have to keep my dear intended out of the kitchen so it doesn’t burn down.”
Fang
Hua had somewhat expected it – women were the most sensitive when it came to
objects of their affection. She had sensed that Ch’in Ching met someone special
recently, but she wouldn’t rest until she found a definite answer, like
solving one of her math equations.
The glass in her hands gradually cooled
as she stared at the rim. The tea had turned cold by the time she finally spoke
again, “Even so, you still care for her, right?”
Ch’in Ching had just rejected her
indirectly, and now he could only finish the job. “I do, very much.”
Silence ensued as Fang Hua fought back
her tears. She told herself that she mustn’t cry, not during New Year’s.
“It’s getting late, Mister Ch’in. My
family’s waiting for me to join them for lunch.” As soon as she managed to hold
in her emotions, she stood up and said goodbye. “You can have the food, and
don’t worry about the containers. It can wait until we get back to work again.”
“I’ll see you out then.”
“No, it’s fine.”
“I insist.”
“No, it’s fine.”
“…but I insist.”
Fang
Hua was too scared to refuse again because she was on the verge of tears. The
two walked in silence until the entrance of the hut’ong. Ch’in Ching wanted to
ask her how she came, wondering whether he should call a rickshaw or see her
to the tram stop. However, Fang Hua spoke first.
“Ch’in Ching….” she called softly.
“Yes?” He was the one who turned her down
but felt a bit bad, nonetheless. It was probably the first time – and possibly
the last – she did not refer to him as “Mister Ch’in.”
But she did not say another word. She
turned towards him, took a step forth and rested her forehead on his chest. The
tears that she had been holding back trickled out without a sound.
There were other pedestrians, but she
couldn’t care less – this was the only time anyway, so they could think of this
however they would like.
Hesitantly, Ch’in Ching raised his hand.
He knew he should not give her false comfort, but he couldn’t help patting her
gently on the head.
“You’re just too kind.” Fang Hua
straightened herself right away and said, with her eyes cast down, “And I’m just
not fortunate enough.” Then, she turned and walked away briskly without turning
back.
Ch’in Ching stood in the same spot
watching her lonely green coat disappear as her walk eventually turned into a
run. He was worried about her going home like this, but he could not go after
her. In the moment of his dilemma, he noticed a familiar black sedan parked across
the road and its owner, who had been standing there watching for some time. When
the man noticed his gaze, he hopped into the vehicle without hesitation,
stepped on the gas and sped off.
Shen
Liangsheng would not have come to see Ch’in Ching this early if not for the
dinner that he had to attend that night. That was why he headed out in the
morning, hoping to eat lunch with the man.
He had just reached his destination and
was about to make a u-turn to park on the other side of the road when he spotted
Ch’in Ching walking out from the hut’ong beside Fang Hua. Then, he witnessed
all the drama that ensued.
The girl was long gone, yet Ch’in Ching
was still standing there like a dummy, looking like he was deliberating whether
to run after her or not. Seeing this, Shen Liangsheng decided to step out of
the vehicle and wait to see how long it would take for the other man to notice
him.
And when Ch’in Ching finally did notice
him, Shen Liangsheng no longer wanted to see him because of the unusual anger
that he was experiencing. He closed the car door with a slam and drove off.
Shen Liangsheng was not to be fully
blamed for misunderstanding the situation. See, while the two were acting out a
scene of farewell, the audience across the street understood the male lead to harbour lingering feelings towards the woman who had left him behind. Furthermore,
Shen Liangsheng had no idea whether things were sorted out with Hsiao-Liu and then witnessing all this only added to the
confusion. It was in fact hard for him not to over-think the matter.
It was not that he actually believed
something was going on between the two schoolmasters, but it was that he realized at that moment the man had many other options available. He certainly was not living a life of solitude. He had friends; he had a woman who
fancied him. If Shen Liangsheng let him go, the man could easily find someone
else and live on without pain.
That
night, Shen Liangsheng had dinner with the shareholders of Nakahara Company, and
afterwards they continued the gathering at Seventh Heaven, the dance hall at
Nakahara Department Store. Chou was trailing behind his boss when
he suddenly leaned in to ask, “Sir, would it be all right if I took the rest of
the night off?”
Shen Liangsheng glanced at his secretary.
“What for?”
Chou had worked for his boss for four
years. He might have acted subservient most of the time, but he and his boss
were closer than one might have expected. He heaved a sigh and told the truth.
“The missus and I had a fight right before I left home today, so I was thinking
to get her something from the shop downstairs before they close.”
“Fine.” Shen Liangsheng knew his
secretary was henpecked but extremely close with his wife nonetheless. The next
moment, the young master had an idea, and he called the secretary back. “Pick a
few things up for me too, while you’re at it.”
Chou kept a straight face and nodded
after noting down the items that his boss requested. He knew it. He knew that
those two were not going to last long, and now it seemed like the boss had
already moved on.
Shen Liangsheng was oblivious to Chou’s
inner dialogue and added more details to his instructions closer to the secretary’s
ear. When he finished, he noticed the other man’s slightly dumbfounded expression.
He inquired with a raised brow, “What’s the matter?”
“Well, young master….” Chou tried to keep
it in, but he broke out in chuckles as he replied humorously, “No, I was just
here wondering what to buy my wife, and you just gave me a push in the right
direction.”
“Less talking, more doing.” Shen Liangsheng
was not polite at all, but his voice carried the playful tone that men shared
with each other.
Chou was delighted that he aimed for the
goose but hit the gander, because it appeared that his boss took a liking to
his comment. However, after the initial delight, he felt regret. The two men were
still together and the affection was still strong – they wouldn’t be playing
these games otherwise. If things kept going down this road, he was going to
have to figure something out even if Mr. Ch’in could not become the mistress of
the Shen house.
On
the other hand, Ch’in Ching knew there was a misunderstanding, but he did not give
chase and try to explain himself – legs could not beat wheels, after all. He
could only rant and rave silently while cursing the petulant young master….no,
it was downright the behaviour of a spoiled princess who would never make a
good wife.
But even so, Ch’in Ching couldn’t stop
himself from caring for him. He sighed and decided to give the other man a day to
calm down before going over to cheer him up.
Ch’in Ching went to the Shen manor early
next morning, but Princess Shen was not home – probably busy with social
engagements during the holiday. However, the schoolmaster was no stranger to
the house and made himself right at home waiting for the owner the whole day.
It was not until well past nine that he returned.
After hearing the servant’s report on the
presence of Mr. Ch’in in the manor, Shen Liangsheng headed straight upstairs.
When he opened the bedroom door, unsurprisingly he found Ch’in Ching reclining against
the headboard reading, wearing only a bath robe. His hair was still damp, too,
so he must have just taken a shower.
“You sure rest easy.”
“Says you.” Ch’in Ching crawled off the
bed with a naughty expression and hugged the other man around the waist. “I get
uneasy if I don’t get to see you.”
Shen Liangsheng did not show any displeasure
on his face and even planted a kiss on the man’s cheek as usual. “I’m going to
bathe.”
“All right,” Ch’in Ching replied quickly but
trailed the other man into the bathroom. As Shen Liangsheng undressed, he
explained that there was nothing more to his relationship with Fang Hua than that of colleagues and that there was nothing to worry about regarding Hsiao-Liu. He wanted to get the message
across to the young master, Mr. Shen Jr., that everything was all right and
there was no reason to stay cross.
“Is that all?” Shen Liangsheng was
standing under the shower head, flipping his wet hair back as he shot the other
man a look.
“T-that is all.” Ch’in Ching loved watching
the man flip his hair, and even though he had seen the man in the nude more
times than he could count, the sight was still too hot for him to handle. He
shot out the room and closed the door behind him to cool down.
After
bathing, Shen Liangsheng walked out with nothing but a bath towel. He stopped
at the wardrobe and with a finger beckoned to the man reading on the bed.
“Come here, I have something for you.”
“No
such thing as a free lunch.” Ch’in Ching followed his directions obediently and went up to
him, but his mouth was as mischievous as ever. “You must be up to no good.”
Shen
Liangsheng did not pay attention to his quips and proceeded to open the wardrobe,
taking out an unwrapped apparel box. Inside the box was a set of pink women’s
pajamas consisting of a knee-length spaghetti strap nightgown and a Western-style
robe with floral print around the edges.
Ch’in
Ching, of course, had no experience shopping in the women’s section and hadn’t
the slightest idea what the heap of pink stuff was until Shen Liangsheng took out the satin dress and asked him to lift up his arms. He instantly backed away
with a pink flush on his face.
“Don’t
take this too far, Shen Liangsheng. I told you, nothing’s going on between me
and her. You can’t do this just ‘cause you’re upset.”
“So
what if I do?” Shen Liangsheng closed the distance, hooking an arm around the
other man’s waist while trying to put the garment over his head.
“Hey–”
Ch’in Ching broke away from his arm with a face red in what was most likely
anger. “I’m not a woman. Stop it already.”
“I
know you’re not.” Shen Liangsheng was not fazed at all and snaked his arm
around the shorter man’s waist again, coaxing in his ear. “Just put it on for
me to see. Would you do that for me?”
Ch’in
Ching was so offended that he did not wish to continue this conversation any
further. He just wanted to leave on the spot.
“Come
now.” Shen Liangsheng knew the other man was mad. He kissed a blood-filled
earlobe and whispered secretively, “I do wish you were a woman, though. That
way I could make you mine and keep you in my arms for the rest of my life.”
The
speaker’s face was the same poker face, and his voice was calm as usual, but
somehow his words lingered and sneaked in through the tiny, winding crevices of
the listener’s heart. Ch’in Ching didn’t know if he was angry any longer, but he stayed
quiet with his face still crimson.
Shen
Liangsheng continued what was by now a fib, “And you know what I told the store
clerk when I bought it?”
He
leaned in until his lips brushed the other man’s ear.
“I
said it was for my wife.”
“What did I do to deserve this from you?!” Ch’in Ching exclaimed after moments of staring at the ground. He snatched the dress from Shen Liangsheng and began stuffing himself into it. He realized he was beyond the point of no return – he might as well always have been. Hearing the taller man’s sweet, sweet words, he couldn’t help but feel a bitter emotion so strong that he didn’t mind going along with the act and playing out a night as his wife.
“You’re
just a child who can’t even dress himself properly, aren’t you?” Shen
Liangsheng grabbed his arms. “Hold still.”
He
stripped the bath robe off, put on the satin dress properly and adjusted the
skinny straps on his shoulders. Then, after flattening the messy hair, Shen
Liangsheng hugged the man around the waist and gently brought him close.
“Beautiful,”
he hummed.
“No
way. Don’t take me for a fool.”
“It’s
beautiful if I say so.”
“You
are just full of hot air, aren’t you?”
Shen Liangsheng had given specific instructions for Chou to buy the largest size available, and it was imported fashion as well. Ch’in Ching was also quite skinny so the dress fit despite his being a man – and it was not too tight either.
He
was, however, taller than most women, so the knee-length dress only reached
halfway down his thighs. His skin might not have been as pale as Shen
Liangsheng’s but was nonetheless whiter than most men, and the colour pink did
not clash with it. The satin dress had no extra design on it, only lace hemming in
the same colour. The taller man slid his hand lightly over the lace while
guiding the man’s hand under his own towel.
“What
do you mean hot air?” Shen Liangsheng retorted, “If you weren’t beautiful…”
Ch’in
Ching let out soft pants as he felt the swollen manhood in his hand. The man
continued in a whisper, “…then why would it get like this as soon as it catches sight
of you?”
“Touch
it nice and slow, baby. You said you liked it the best–” Before Shen Liangsheng
could finish, he felt the grip around his member tighten. He abandoned his
previous thought. “Be gentle, Mrs. Shen, or else your future sex life is
going to be doomed.”
“Shut
up.” Ch’in Ching mumbled grumpily. He couldn’t listen to this anymore. His face
was probably hot enough to make pancakes now.
Shen
Liangsheng knew when to stop, but he did not let his mouth rest. He carefully
licked the other man’s ears while his right hand slid under the dress to cup
the schoolmaster’s bare ass roughly. From time to time, his fingers would probe
the hole between the cheeks. His member began throbbing painfully at the
feeling of the opening sucking on his fingers like a tiny mouth.
“Stand over there by the bed.” Shen Liangsheng suddenly pushed him away and went to the bedside table. After finding the lubricant, he took off the towel around his waist and sat down on the bed.
“C’mere,” he said while patting his own
thighs.
Ch’in Ching had become fairly unreserved
in bed since he acquainted himself with the act with Shen Liangsheng. However,
the humiliating outfit tonight seemed to have formed some sort of constraint on
him. He was uncomfortable and moved like a stiff puppet to Shen Liangsheng’s
voice, and after straddling the other man, he had no idea what to do next.
Shen Liangsheng had bought the dress and
made him wear it as a punishment – he was just furious seeing the man with a
woman, and that fury was not going to disappear until he had tormented him one
way or another – but now the man was sitting compliantly in his lap, looking
shyer than their first time together. The man did not know what to do or where
to put his hands, and Shen Liangsheng found this so cute he just wanted to bully
him some more.
“Now you’re behaving, I see. Where have
you been this whole time?” Shen Liangsheng opened the lid, scooped out a lump
of jelly and warmed it in his palms before applying it gently to the entrance.
“What’re you talking about?” Ch’in Ching
grumbled as he tugged awkwardly at the dress, but the tingly sensation inside
made him clench down on the taller man’s fingers.
Shen Liangsheng’s breathing hitched, and
he worked his fingers faster. He had noticed that his self-restraint had been
on the decline day by day ever since meeting this man before him. God damn, he
did not deserve this, either.
“Shen Liangsheng….”
“Yeah?”
“That’s enough, I think,” he muttered
with his head down. He was wet and fully aroused from the two fingers sliding
in and out of him.
“Get up a li’l,” Shen Liangsheng wouldn’t
have been happier if the schoolmaster had said anything else, but he added
another request. “And lift up the skirt.”
“But it’s not in the way.” But despite
saying so, Ch’in Ching still lifted the back of the dress up, exposing his bare
buttocks. He let out a light whimper as the other man spread his cheeks and
entered him with that hot, thick shaft.
“You’re so wet.” Shen Liangsheng knew it
was because of the jelly, but he still commented like he would to a woman. “You like
me fucking you, don’t you?”
“Yeah…”
“Want to feel even better?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me something I want to hear.”
“Like what?”
“How ‘bout…” Shen Liangsheng pulled the
man’s head close and kissed the mole by his eye. “Tell me you won’t marry anyone else but me.”
They
were sweet words of affection but his eyes started stinging. The confession “I
love you” threatened to leave his lips again. All the talk about marriage and
love were just jokes, but he still was here dressed like a woman, being
penetrated like a woman, for no reason other than the fact that he loved him.
He even thought that if Shen Liangsheng were
to get married, he wouldn’t leave him as long as the other man did
not break it off with him first. This was so pitiful and degrading that he
wanted to slap himself across the face for it, and thus, the confession stayed
unsaid.
Noticing the man’s red eyes, Shen
Liangsheng thought he had gone overboard with the teasing and began to soothe
the man by rubbing his back. “There, there. No more of that.”
He ducked down and began kissing the
man’s nipples over the satin, nipping and playing them with his teeth and
tongue. He thrust up in the direction of that sensitive bunch of nerves until
the man replied by shaking with pleasure. Then, he let go of the perky nubs and
caught a glimpse of the tent in the dress made by the man’s excited member. The
silky satin was wet with fluids oozing out from the head. For some reason, he
saw beauty in the sight – a warped beauty.
Shen
Liangsheng’s own climax and pleasure was warped that night as well. He had made
the other man come twice, evident from the dress now spotted with cum, and he
had shot his load deep inside the man, too. But he was not satisfied yet.
He threw on a bath robe and retrieved
from the study downstairs the pair of scissors he used to open letters. He laid
Ch’in Ching flat on the bed and proceeded to cut holes in the now wrinkly dress
around the nipples and crotch area. He took out the limp member through the
hole in the fabric and knelt on the bed playing with his nipples while blowing
him. He did his best to please the man and watched the man writhe
uncontrollably and cry as he came in his mouth. Shen Liangsheng was still hard, but for some reason it felt like he had climaxed too.
As he enjoyed the peculiar rush of
pleasure, he ground their members together, not stopping even after Ch’in
Ching came for the fourth time. He kept using his own manhood, mouth and hands
to torture the poor muscle that could not get erect again, until the man did not
even have the strength to tremble anymore. The man ended up whimpering as a bit
of urine leaked out. Fully satisfied, Shen Liangsheng shot his load onto the
man and lay panting with him in his arms.
Ch’in
Ching was overworked and barely conscious by then. Shen Liangsheng cleaned
him up with a hot towel and wrapped the blankets around him tight and snug.
Then, he sat against the bed board and smoked as he watched the man sleep.
As he watched him sleep, a silent voice
spoke to him: If you let this man go, you’ll never get him back again.
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k'oujou (kourou)
Traditional paper-covered windows (torn)
Modern day Nakahara Department Store on the left.
For more information:
Nakahara Department Store
A department store built in 1926 under the persuasion of the Japanese Consul at Tientsin, located on Asahi Street in the former Japanese concession in Tientsin (current Heping Road). It was once the tallest building in Tientsin, standing at seven stories: floors one to three sold merchandise, four to five contained entertainment facilities such as dance halls, theatres and restaurants, and six and seven were open air gardens. The current building was rebuilt after the Tangshan Earthquake in 1976.
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ayszhang: I've recently been a little busy with friends leaving Japan and visiting friends in other prefectures, and then I'm also returning home on Mar 13, returning to Tokyo on Mar 31. So I'm going to be slow on updating TDDUP.
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