WARNING : NFSW content ahead

Making deals with Young Master Ke was like trying to bargain with a tiger, but unfortunately, Bian Yiqiu hadn’t realized this before. As a result, tonight, he personally learned the meaning of You reap what you sow and If you don’t seek death, you won’t find it, among a series of other timeless truths.

Boss Bian, who had been fucked over and over until his body and limbs were completely drained of strength, ended up entirely naked, sitting on Young Master Ke’s lap. The thick, hot cock embedded deeply gave Boss Bian the illusion of being pierced through. His insides had already been worked to a muddy mess, with lubricant and intestinal fluids produced from their coupling dripping down with each thrust, their damp pubic hair clung together, slick and wet.

Ke Mingxuan grew more vigorous as he went on, gripping Bian Yiqiu’s firm waist with his strong arms, lifting him up and slamming him back down with ferocity. His hips thrust upward, heavily slapping the reddened flesh of his ass, producing continuous slapping sounds.

The burning, iron-like massive cock broke through the wet, soft passage, plunging deeper and hotter, striking the prostate with accuracy each time, leaving Bian Yiqiu on edge with pleasure yet unable to cry out loudly. He could only moan, muffling his cries by biting onto Ke Mingxuan’s shoulder, chewing on the flesh to brace against the tide of oncoming waves of sensation.

“Is Boss Bian a dog?” Despite the sharp pain in his shoulder, it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure gripping him below. Ke Mingxuan’s breathless voice was hoarse yet laced with laughter. As he spoke, another forceful thrust landed, unbothered by the thought of having his shoulder bitten.

“Ugh, ah… you… are you ever… going to stop?” Bian Yiqiu genuinely felt he was being ravaged to the brink.

“No,” Ke Mingxuan replied briefly. Bian Yiqiu felt like the world was spinning, and before he could gather his senses, Ke Mingxuan had already pressed him beneath, still deeply embedded, spreading his legs and hips as he drove into him once more with relentless force.

“No, I can’t… I can’t anymore, Ke Mingxuan… slower, slower… ah…”

But Young Master Ke didn’t heed the plea. His spine and brain were taut by overwhelming lusts, longing to meld into this man’s flesh. The sensation from the constant thrusting and grinding blurred his senses, leaving him with only primal instincts. The hot, hard cock relentlessly targeted the soft, warm, tight opening, driving in with force, retreating, driving in again, retreating… deeply and fiercely back and forth.

In the narrow space, the air was thick with passion, heavy with the scent of sweat and musk. Their naked bodies pressed together, the intense heat caused sweat to bead and steam off, trickling down their well-defined muscles.

Outside, the cold wind bit at the air, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with heat and intensity. Whether it was moans or curses, every sound carried a sensual undertone. Two men, as fierce and wild as lions, were engrossed in their physical contest, losing themselves completely without a shred of rationality remaining.

Bian Yiqiu’s moans and breaths were shattered with each impact. Every part of his body and soul was consumed by wave after wave of pleasure, leaving no part untouched, only an intense, unfamiliar sensation of ecstasy.

He wrapped his legs tightly around Ke Mingxuan’s waist, raised his hips to meet him, twisting, arching and grinding, pulling the man close with abandon, then tilted his head to nibble at his lips.

Ke Mingxuan kissed him back, applying force both above and below. Soon, the metallic taste excited him, his movements became more intense under this stimulation, relentlessly pounding against Bian Yiqiu’s soft and fragile passage.

As he reached his peak, Bian Yiqiu trembled, releasing with a shudder onto Ke Mingxuan’s well-defined abs. His muffled whimper was forcefully silenced by the man, and in the next moment, the massive cock withdrew from him. Still lost in the throes of strong aftershocks, Bian Yiqiu didn’t react immediately when Ke Mingxuan straddled his chest and released hot streams of semen onto his face.

It took Bian Yiqiu about ten seconds to comprehend what had happened, and he became furious, ready to lash out on the spot.

“What the hell do you mean by this, Ke?” Being fucked was one thing, but this was another level—it was a blatant insult and a slap in the face.

“I did it for your sake. Given the limited conditions here, it’s hard to clean up if I come inside,” Ke Mingxuan explained, reaching blindly for tissues to help wipe it off.

“Do you think I’m a damn three-year-old? Out of all places, you had to aim for my face.” Bian Yiqiu snatched the tissues, roughly rubbing his face twice.

“I don’t have a fetish for kids.” Ke Mingxuan, lying leisurely beside him, turned slightly in the dim light to watch Bian Yiqiu’s vigorous rubbing, as if trying to peel his own skin off. “Not happy?”

“You like it? Then next time, I’ll do it on your face.”

“Alright.” Ke Mingxuan, satisfied and in a good mood, chuckled softly.

Bian Yiqiu turned his head to glance at him, “That’s what you said.”

“I said it,” Ke Mingxuan maintained his smile, “as long as you can beat me.”

Bian Yiqiu was at a loss for words, turned around and crawled into his sleeping bag without another word, closing his eyes to sleep.

After tidying himself up, Ke Mingxuan also crawled in, lying naked right beside Bian Yiqiu. As the passion faded, the tent gradually grew colder. Even wrapped in his sleeping bag, Bian Yiqiu still felt the chill. In contrast, Ke Mingxuan radiated warmth like a natural heater. After wrestling with a decision for a long time, Bian Yiqiu resolutely chose warmth over backbone, curling up and tentatively leaning back toward him.

Ke Mingxuan noticed his movement and, with almost no second thought, drew him into an embrace. His chest and abdomen pressed snugly against Bian Yiqiu’s firm back, warm breaths fanning over the back of the man’s neck. It was slightly unfamiliar and ticklish, yet mostly warm and comforting, which made Bian Yiqiu quickly relax completely and drift into a deep sleep.

End of NFSW

Even though he had willingly leaned into someone’s arms, waking up the next day in his embrace was still a shock for Bian Yiqiu. More importantly, he had no idea when he had shifted during the night; now he found himself held face-to-face. He was using the man’s arm as a pillow, his head resting against his chest. The steady beat of Ke Mingxuan’s heart and deep breaths filled his ears, his bare chest was right before his eyes, marked with what seemed to be a drool stain.

Damn it, damn it…

Bian Yiqiu thought for a long time but couldn’t figure out exactly what words should follow “damn it.” In any case, he felt something was off about the situation but couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, especially since he had slept so soundly the previous night. This was the first time since getting involved with Ke Mingxuan that they had slept together while fully aware, and in such an intimate position.

Boss Bian suddenly had a bit of a headache.

Keeping his eyes closed, he carefully tried to withdraw, making sure to slip out of Ke Mingxuan’s embrace without waking him. Even though it was embarrassing, he wanted to keep it within a tolerable level.

However, things didn’t go as planned. Ke Mingxuan had always had light sleep, and with his movement, the person beside him woke up. Frowning, he pulled out his watch from under the pillow and checked the time—it was just past six.

In the winter mountains, it was still dark at this time.

“Let’s sleep a little more,” Ke Mingxuan didn’t notice Bian Yiqiu’s expression at all. He stretched his arm and took away the small distance Bian Yiqiu had just managed to make, turning it into a negative number.

Bian Yiqiu stayed silent in his arms for a moment. Maybe it was because he was too tired last night or because Ke Mingxuan’s embrace was too warm. Whatever the reason, after hearing Ke Mingxuan’s words, he didn’t try to move away anymore. Instead, he comfortably closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

When Bian Yiqiu woke up again, it was already broad daylight outside, and he could faintly hear voices. Ke Mingxuan was no longer in the tent.

Bian Yiqiu searched for his phone for a while but couldn’t find it, so he had no choice but to crawl out of his sleeping bag and start rummaging around. When Ke Mingxuan finished washing up and stepped into the tent, he saw Bian Yiqiu, bare-bottomed and lying on his stomach on the sleeping bag, stretching his arm to reach for his phone in the corner. It was an amusing sight.

“Damn it!” The cold wind from outside made Bian Yiqiu shiver, and he quickly pulled himself back into the sleeping bag. “Can’t you make some noise before coming in?”

Ke Mingxuan smirked and lowered the curtain as he bent down to enter. “Do I need to announce myself when I’m entering my own tent?”

“It’s mine now too,” Bian Yiqiu said confidently.

Ke Mingxuan didn’t say anything, just gave him a meaningful smile. Bian Yiqiu suddenly realized that his words could easily lead to a strange misunderstanding, something like “what’s yours is mine.” He was thinking about whether to explain when Ke Mingxuan picked up his clothes and tossed them at him. “Put these on and come out for breakfast. We’ll leave in half an hour.”

The temperature in the winter mountains was extremely low in the early morning. The landscape was blanketed in a thick layer of mist, with even the nearby tea plantation barely visible. The distant mountains, layered and towering, were almost indistinguishable, but even with his eyes straining to make out the details, Bian Yiqiu could only see the general outline stretching across the horizon. Yet, the faintly visible, majestic sight still held a beauty that made it hard to look away.

Standing at the edge of the clearing, Bian Yiqiu splashed his face with clear water. The cold liquid ran down his face and into his mouth, and he couldn’t tell if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but the lingering scent of Ke Mingxuan’s warmth seemed to remain.

Boss Bian’s mood was hard to describe. In an instant, he lost all interest in admiring the scenery and turned to walk over to Liang Ziyue, reaching out for food.

Liang Ziyue placed the toasted bun slices onto a disposable plate and handed them to him. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

“Ah?” Bian Yiqiu’s hand holding the plate shook, almost dropping it. He glanced at Liang Ziyue with a guilty conscience, thinking to himself, did he hear what happened last night between me and Ke Mingxuan? There was still a partition between Liang Ziyue’s tent and Fang Rui’s, so if he heard, then Fang Rui and Lin Jiayan next door definitely would have… But it shouldn’t have been possible. Because of the location, he didn’t dare to make much noise. When he couldn’t hold it in anymore, he either bit his own fist or Ke Mingxuan’s shoulder. It shouldn’t have been loud enough to be heard.

“You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. Is it because it’s your first time camping out and you’re not used to it?”

Bian Yiqiu immediately relaxed upon hearing this, grabbed a piece of toasted bun, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and popped it into his mouth, chewing before replying, “It’s not that I’m not used to it. Camping in the winter is just asking for trouble. This kind of weather should be spent sleeping on a warm, comfortable king-sized bed, drifting off to sleep without a care in the world.”

“Winter has its own pleasures. If you came out in the summer, you’d be troubled by snakes, insects, and ants all over the mountains. But watching the sunrise from the mountain peak in summer is truly spectacular.”

Bian Yiqiu nodded while eating, not bothering to argue. However, deep down, he thought to himself that no matter whether it was winter or summer, he would never again engage in such off-road camping. He had no interest in this kind of self-torture activity at all. Instead of wasting such valuable time, he could be playing a few rounds of golf, swimming, or even flirting with a couple of cute guys.

After eating and drinking, the group who had been setting up the tripod to take photos finally finished their work. Fatty came over and polished off the remaining buns, then asked Bian Yiqiu if he still wanted to play with his Wrangler today.

It was better not to ask, but as soon as he did, Boss Bian felt a sharp pain in his backside. He instinctively glanced toward Ke Mingxuan, who was talking to Li Ze and Ruan Chengjie about something. When their eyes met, Bian Yiqiu immediately looked away, but halfway through, he realized how strange that was. Since when had he ever been afraid of someone with the surname Ke? Why was he suddenly too scared to even make eye contact? It was really weird.

So, to avoid seeming guilty, Bian Yiqiu deliberately shot a challenging look back at Ke Mingxuan. However, he lost control of his expression and overdid it, making it seem like he was both embarrassed and angry in Ke Mingxuan’s eyes.

Ke Mingxuan’s decision was final, and Fatty didn’t ask any further. Bian Yiqiu didn’t argue either, those who know when to yield are wise, and at this moment, opposing him would have been unwise.

The return journey took them along a relatively flat mountain road, which wasn’t as bumpy and made Bian Yiqiu’s backside feel a little better. He reclined his seat, lying back like a lord, closing his eyes to rest.

Ke Mingxuan tossed his jacket at him. Bian Yiqiu didn’t hesitate and stretched it over himself, preparing to sleep. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the scent of Ke Mingxuan filled his nose—faint sandalwood mixed with cedar, along with a hint of some perfume he couldn’t identify. It was pleasant. Wrapped in the jacket, it felt as though he were being held in Ke Mingxuan’s embrace…

Bian Yiqiu suddenly opened his eyes, as if startled, tossing the jacket off and sitting up from his seat.

Ke Mingxuan, who was driving and turning the car, furrowed his brows and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“…” Bian Yiqiu himself wasn’t sure what was wrong. He just felt like he had been held by Ke Mingxuan all night, and now he felt a bit on edge. Though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what the issue was, he had an uncomfortable feeling, a sense that their pure “friends with benefits” arrangement might not last much longer. But why wouldn’t it last? Well, he didn’t know.

He threw the jacket back to Ke Mingxuan and muttered that the heater was making him a bit too warm.

Ke Mingxuan kept one hand on the steering wheel while tossing the jacket onto the back seat, not saying anything.

Bian Yiqiu lay back down, facing the car window and trying to continue sleeping. In his half-asleep state, he suddenly asked Ke Mingxuan a question.

“Ke Mingxuan, why did you lose the first time we fought in the parking lot?”