HL 32

After work and his workout, Ying Yusheng had just arrived downstairs at his building when he happened to run into Security Guard Xiao Ge, who was delivering a package.

“Just give it to me, I’ll take it up,” Ying Yusheng said with a considerate smile.

Security Guard Xiao Ge immediately handed the parcel to him and thanked him, saying, “Then I’ll trouble you, Mr. Ying.”

At home, everything was usually taken care of by the housekeeper, and Ying Yusheng didn’t have the habit of online shopping, so this was probably something of Xu Nanxiao’s. Ying Yusheng weighed it in his hand.

So that’s what it was.

Ying Yusheng curled his lips, already having a rough idea of what was inside.

When Xu Nanxiao was on the sofa maintaining his boxing gloves, Ying Yusheng came back.

“Nan Xiao.”

“Yeah,” he replied casually, without looking up.

Ying Yusheng changed into slippers, walked over, and suddenly handed him a parcel: “Your package. I brought it up for Security Guard Xiao Ge.”

Xu Nanxiao took it, but the moment it was in his hand, he froze, instantly realizing what it was.

The seller hadn’t used a box but had wrapped it directly. It wasn’t heavy, but the texture was quite soft, about a dozen or so centimeters long.

He couldn’t help blushing, cursing inwardly that there was no privacy protection at all—they just sent it like this, so blatantly?

“Just put it aside,” Xu Nanxiao said, pretending to be calm. He set the package aside and continued oiling his gloves.

But Ying Yusheng wouldn’t let it go. He sat down right next to him, pressing close, and looked at the package with curiosity: “What did you buy?”

Xu Nanxiao was mortified, so he put on an even tougher front: “None of your business. It’s not like I spent your money.”

“The texture feels interesting—really soft. Feels like silicone.”

“Fitness equipment,” Xu Nanxiao lied flatly.

“Fitness? I work out too, and I don’t remember any equipment shaped like that.” Ying Yusheng thought for a moment. “Cylindrical, about thirteen or fourteen centimeters. Pretty small.”

“The hell it’s small!” Xu Nanxiao exploded on the spot. “And it’s not thirteen or fourteen—it’s fifteen centimeters!”

The moment he shouted that, Xu Nanxiao knew he’d fallen for it. He looked at Ying Yusheng, who was indeed giving him a meaningful, downcast-eyed smile, silently watching him.

“So, what is it?” Ying Yusheng asked.

Xu Nanxiao stammered a couple of times, but then felt that as a man, why shouldn’t he admit to having needs? So he threw caution to the wind, opened it up generously, and showed Ying Yusheng: “There, a Fleshlight. Satisfied?”

Ying Yusheng didn’t mock Xu Nanxiao at all; instead, he examined it carefully and said, “I’m quite surprised. I didn’t expect you to use something like this.”

“It’s because you’re so particular—between your germophobia and your moral scruples. Otherwise, I’d have gone out and hooked up ages ago. Why would I need this piece of junk?”

“I never stopped you from dating girls.”

Xu Nanxiao choked on his words; just thinking about it gave him a headache. He rubbed the back of his head in annoyance and muttered, “Forget it. I’ll just make do with this thing.”

Ying Yusheng didn’t answer. He silently stared at the Fleshlight for a while, long enough to make Xu Nanxiao uneasy. Finally, he turned his face and asked with utter seriousness, “How do you use this?”

“You’ve never used one?” Xu Nanxiao’s eyes went wide.

“No.”

“Wait, so you don’t date, you don’t use toys—how do you even relieve yourself?”

“I don’t really have much need in that area.”

“Fuck, you really are a monk.” What did he mean, no need? Xu Nanxiao found it almost impossible to understand. For someone with a drive as strong as his, going a few days without release left him feeling all pent up.

So he generously handed the Fleshlight to Ying Yusheng, raising an eyebrow: “Here, have a try. Don’t thank me.”

While Ying Yusheng was momentarily distracted, Xu Nanxiao stood up and was about to head back to his room when he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

“I’ve never used one,” Ying Yusheng said, looking up at him with utter frankness. “Can you show me how?”

Xu Nanxiao awkwardly shook Ying Yusheng off. “What do you mean, how? You just do it like this, like that!”

“I want you to demonstrate it for me,” Ying Yusheng insisted. “Nan Xiao, can you teach me?”

Xu Nanxiao didn’t know how things had ended up like this.

Maybe his mind had gone blank, or maybe Ying Yusheng’s “teach me” had inflated his ego to the point of madness—but he actually agreed to show Ying Yusheng how to use the toy.

They sat side by side on Xu Nanxiao’s bed. Even without turning his head, Xu Nanxiao knew that the other man was staring fixedly at that part of him.

“Do you need to take them off?” Ying Yusheng asked.

“How are you supposed to use it without taking them off?” Xu Nanxiao retorted, and immediately realized he’d dug himself into another hole.

He wanted to take back what he’d said, but he didn’t want to seem unreliable or hesitant.

Back in the day when they had no money for rent, several kids from their youth training camp crammed into one dorm room—wasn’t that the same as doing it in front of others? Just grit his teeth and pretend it was those times again.

Xu Nanxiao shut his eyes and stripped himself from the waist down.

Ying Yusheng lowered his head to look, and after a moment, he rubbed his chin and said, “Looks like it really is fifteen.”

The shape and color were both clean and attractive.

“Saying something like that at a time like this—you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Xu Nanxiao shoved Ying Yusheng’s face away.

“Haha, I’m joking.” Ying Yusheng took Xu Nanxiao’s arm and pulled it down from his face. “Can we start now?”

Xu Nanxiao steadied his breathing, then began explaining impatiently: “Wash it before use, wipe it clean with a lint-free cloth, don’t use a hairdryer. Squeeze on a little of the included lubricant, make sure it’s evenly spread inside and out, then hold the bottom and slide it up…”

Xu Nanxiao didn’t continue. Instead, he turned to Ying Yusheng and said, “Let’s stop here. If I use it, you can’t use it anymore.”

“That’s fine. I can buy a new one myself.” Ying Yusheng smiled and commanded, “Continue.”

Xu Nanxiao couldn’t bring himself to refuse, so he steeled himself and put it on. The moment it fit snugly around him, a faint, stifled moan escaped his lips.

He couldn’t really help it—lately, his head had been full of Lu Yingjie and the club, and he hadn’t done this in a long time. Especially doing it in front of Ying Yusheng, he was unusually nervous, and ended up not finishing for quite a while.

Xu Nanxiao gripped the toy with both hands, his chest pressing into a thick mound between his arms, the flesh gleaming with a moist, delicate sheen. He exhaled hot breaths, his neck stretched to its limit, large patches of skin on his chest flushed red.

“Huff, ah… not yet, ngh, still…”

Just then, Xu Nanxiao suddenly heard Ying Yusheng say, “I think I get the general idea. Let me try.”

Before Xu Nanxiao could react, Ying Yusheng’s large hand had already wrapped around his, and then he started moving it—so fast it almost blurred.

Xu Nanxiao’s throat seized up as if something were caught in it; he could only let out a silent scream. His eyes glazed over from the overwhelming pleasure, his abs contracting repeatedly as he thrust upward.

Good, so good. Someone else’s hand was nothing like his own. He felt like the toy was vacuum-sealing him, sucking hard, not letting go even at the base.

“Stop! Let go… idiot, I said let go, ngh…”

Ying Yusheng pressed close to his ear, his rapid, intimate breaths flooding into Xu Nanxiao’s ear canal: “Do you like it? How’s my technique?”

“Terrible, get lost, ugh, get off…”

Even as Xu Nanxiao said that, his legs were trembling like sieves. In Ying Yusheng’s embrace, with one hand gripping the back of his neck and the other moving up and down, Xu Nanxiao’s mind flashed white; he could no longer tell whether it was the toy or Ying Yusheng’s hand that was bringing him such pleasure.

Finally, he let out a sob-like whimper, his whole body shuddering violently. His tightly clamped lips finally parted, his tongue lolling out like a toy that had been used up.

Xu Nanxiao lost consciousness briefly. When he came to, Ying Yusheng had already taken a few tissues from the bedside and was leisurely wiping his long fingers, one by one.

“So much. Looks like you really enjoyed it,” Ying Yusheng commented lightly.

A moment ago, he’d been chasing the pleasure; now, in the post-clarity phase, Xu Nanxiao felt on the verge of breaking down. He’d actually come in another man’s hand… he didn’t even dare think about whose face had appeared in his mind at the peak.

More than that, didn’t Ying Yusheng find it repulsive? He was acting like nothing had happened.

The more Xu Nanxiao thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. He sat frozen by the bed, as if struck by lightning.

“What should we do with the toy?” Ying Yusheng asked flatly, waving the item in his hand. “Are you going to wash it yourself, or should I do it?”

Hearing that, Xu Nanxiao’s face went from red to white, then from white to green. He snatched the toy from Ying Yusheng’s hand and practically fled out the door.

Xu Nanxiao didn’t sleep well all night.

He tossed and turned in bed; the scenes from earlier kept floating in his mind, impossible to shake. But the more he thought about them, the more heat surged through his body, making him even more restless.

Shame and fear—Xu Nanxiao didn’t know which emotion he felt more of. He was deeply repulsed by it in his heart, yet his body had clearly acquired a taste for it. Before, he’d always been the one in control in bed; this time, being dominated actually felt better than he’d expected.

He’d definitely lost his mind!

No, it was all Ying Yusheng’s fault—insisting on learning from him! Why touch another man’s thing? Didn’t he find it disgusting?

In the end, Xu Nanxiao redirected his self-blame into resentment toward Ying Yusheng.

When he got up the next morning, he had dark circles under his eyes.

Xu Nanxiao opened the door. Ying Yusheng was already having breakfast in the bright dining room, with financial news playing on his tablet.

He noticed Xu Nanxiao and said, as if nothing were out of the ordinary, “Good morning, Nan Xiao.”

Xu Nanxiao’s body instantly tensed. After a long pause, he finally muttered a low “Mm.”

He sat down, intending to say nothing about the previous day and pretend it never happened. Unexpectedly, Ying Yusheng’s first words were a teasing remark: “You ran off so fast yesterday.”

All those steamy, embarrassing memories flooded back in an instant.

Xu Nanxiao jerked his head up, his gaze sharp, and hissed in a low, angry voice: “Don’t ever bring up that disgusting thing again! Ying Yusheng, what’s wrong with you—are you gay or something?”

Ying Yusheng paused, then fell silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became delicate.