LBOT-23

“I want to be comforted, Xuanyu.”

He held out his hand with a gloomy expression, like a dog in the rain, which didn’t suit him. He didn’t even look pitiful, but rather frightening.

Zhan shook his head left and right as he grabbed the watermelon served as a snack. Considering he almost died from his parents, looks like he also had a lot to say.

Wang Yibo remained silent.

“Comfort.”

Yibo kept talking insistently, so Zhan turned his back and ate the watermelon slowly, pretending not to notice.

Meanwhile, mosquitos continue to stick to his hands.

Come to think of it, mosquitoes only attacked him.

Mosquito, you also don’t like Wang Yibo, do you? Zhan wanted to ask if he could have a conversation.

Wang Yibo spoke to him as he swung his hand away.

Yibo got up with a cigarette in his mouth and held out his hand.

“Go in. I can’t stand the mosquitoes.”

Zhan, who had been unsure, took the hand. He got up slowly, but he was suddenly pulled.

Huh? Zhan attempted to balance, but he was one step behind. In an instant, his body plunged into the pool.

When he came up on the water with his arms swinging, he saw Wang Yibo smoking a lit cigarette and smiling like a villain.

Zhan screamed angrily.

“What are you doing!”

“I wish you would have done that.”

Yibo sipped his wine and stepped back while lightly waving his hand.

He told Zhan to think about what he did wrong there and not to come out until he had done it, then turned around and walked away.

Zhan, who was dumbfounded, later discovered that his glasses had disappeared. When he looked at it, he noticed it was right next to the watermelon he had just eaten. Ah, fuck.

He came out of the cold water. He was grinding his teeth and walking towards the house when it began to rain.

Zhan looked up at the sky with resentful eyes.

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Zhan, who was smoking a cigarette, cursed as he looked at the error message on the laptop.

The glasses were damaged after falling into the water, and the camera was rendered useless. All of the files were also gone.

“I bought it at a high price…”

He threw his laptop and glasses to one side and stood up. He walked over to the window and looked out.

The rain soon stopped, and the swimming pool where Wang Yibo and he had been sitting a while ago was empty.

Perhaps the staff cleaned it up, and the drinks and snacks had disappeared.

He remembered Wen Chao’s father’s face as he finished smoking. It was exactly the same man in his memory.

Given that he ate and lived well, it didn’t appear that he was being punished for doing something bad.

With a small sigh, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled business card.

He had previously obtained it from Wen Chao, but Wang Yibo threw it on the floor, and he picked it up the next day and kept it.

There was no name on the business card, only contact information. He grabbed his phone and sent a message after some thought.

[Hello. This is Mo Xuanyu. Are you busy?]

He leaned on the window sill and looked out while waiting for a response.

Zhan noticed a car approaching in the distance. He was curious as to who would come at this time.

The car came to a halt in front of the gate.

He wondered who it was, but it was difficult to tell from Zhan’s position. He had simply decided to go outside.

As he went down the stairs, a woman he had seen for the first time at the front door walked in.

She was dressed nicely, her hair was pulled back, and she was a stunning beauty. Her body was also nicely curved, so he would have looked back if he had seen her on the road.

Li Bowen led her inside from the living room. Looking at it, she seemed to be entering Wang Yibo’s room.

When the house chef approached him from the kitchen, Zhan was taken aback and turned away.

“What are you looking at like that?”

“Ah… No. A stranger appeared at the house…”

“She is the Director’s teacher.”

“A teacher?”

“He is learning French these days.”

Ah, that’s right. If it was French, Zhan knew to a certain extent. Kim Joon praised him for his exceptional skill to learn a language.

“The teacher is very beautiful.”

“The boss likes beautiful things. Whether it’s a person or an object.”

Zhan laughed awkwardly. There was no one in the world who does not like beautiful things.

However, Zhan’s beauty was linked to money.

The standard also changed depending on whether or not it was money. It was something that people openly mocked because it was snobbish, but it didn’t matter.

“I will go up. Please take a rest.”

Zhan walked to the second floor after greeting the house chef. He heard laughter from Wang Yibo’s room as he climbed three or four stairs.

[I hope someone comforts me.]

The phone in his pocket rings halfway down the stairs. So far, only three people knew this number.

Wang Haoxuan, Wang Yibo, and Wen Chao, to whom he had sent the message 30 minutes earlier.

Wen Chao’s phone number appeared on the screen.

He hurriedly climbed the stairs to the second floor. He pressed the answer button and brought the phone to his ear.

“This is Mo Xuanyu.”

[Wow, it’s real.]

His voice was so bright that he didn’t look like he just had his brother’s funeral today.

[What’s going on? You contacted me out of the blue..]

“Just… I think I didn’t even say hello properly before.”

[I didn’t know you would contact me, but it feels good. Were you trying to comfort me?]

He asked with a strange nuance.

Why were so many people talking about consolation today? Zhan shifted his gaze back and forth.

For the time being, a close approach to Wen Chao is required. He entered the bedroom, shut the door, and spoke softly.

“It’s nothing else… Is what you said then still valid?”

[What?]

“You said you would give it to me cheap.”

[Drugs? Or… Something else?]

Zhan immediately answered the blatant question.

“Let’s meet about that… I want to talk.”

[Haha. You surprised me many times today]

“But, keep it a secret from Haoxuan or other people. I’ll be in trouble if it gets known to the house…”

Wen Chao replied that he would.

Zhan asked to meet soon and ended the call without telling Wen Chao the exact location and time.

Zhan rubbed his cheek with a tired face. Wen Chao’s voice coming from the receiver was very favorable.

Zhan sat on the bed and looked out the window.

The dark clouds had lifted, and the moon was visible through the window. It was a beautiful landscape.

He tried to sleep but couldn’t because his mind was still awake.

After some tossing and turning, he heard the sound of a car outside. Wang Yibo’s French teacher seemed to be returning home.

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He couldn’t even sleep properly, but he woke up earlier than he expected. Zhan pondered about what to do and went out to the lawn to exercise.

He wanted to go outside and play, but it was too early, and the guard stopped him because he couldn’t go alone.

The dog that had previously attacked Zhan went for a morning walk with the guard.

Zhan was worried about another attack, but the dog unexpectedly acted calmly.

When Zhan returned home, he took a shower and changed into comfortable clothes.

He replaced his broken black glasses with round silver-rimmed glasses. The shape was much better than the black one, and it suited Zhan well.

He went downstairs and greeted the staff members he met.

He became quite accustomed to living here after about ten days. Bread and salad were already on the table when he arrived.

Wang Yibo approaches as the house chef hands him the juice he made himself.

There was coffee in front of Zhan for him to drink.

In contrast to Zhan, who sleeps a lot in the morning, Yibo got up early to exercise and eat Chinese food. And Zhan woke late, came out at lunch time, and drank coffee.

[Good morning.]

After greeting in French, Yibo pulled out a chair across Zhan and sat down.

Zhan nodded and greeted him.

“Good morning.”

The house chef gave him water and smiled.

“Did you enjoy yesterday’s class?”

“Yeah, it was fun. She didn’t ignore me like anyone else.”

Even though Zhan was aware that Yibo was referring to him, he ignored him and concentrated on his meal.

Wang Yibo spoke in French after eating bread and drinking juice from the house chef.

[Xuanyu. Can I spread your ass and put my dick in today?]

Zhan spits back the juice in his mouth into the cup.

Zhan frowned at Wang Yibo, who was smiling. Zhan’s eyes sharpened.

[I feel like I’m going to die if you look at me like that]

Without understanding what Yibo was saying, the house chef smiled and joined in.

“Oh, my Gosh. You’ve improved a lot. What does that mean?”

“Listen through Xuanyu directly.”

Zhan wiped the juice from his lips with a napkin.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know French…”

After Zhan finished speaking, Yibo continued to speak French line by line, as if he were waiting for the conversation to end, but it was all nonsense.

“I’d be very happy if you sucked my dick, I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, your ass is so cute I want to bite it.”

Zhan hand holding the fork grew stronger and stronger. I want to kill. I really want to kill him. I desperately want to kill him.

The house chef praised Yibo for being gifted with learning language from a young age, unaware that Zhan’s stomach was boiling.

Indeed, it was clear that he was a natural talent, given that just his talking irritated Zhan.

Zhan eventually put down his fork and stood up.

“I’m full, so…”

“Don’t do that, sit down. I won’t see you for a few days.”

Zhan quickly turned his head at the sudden words.

“Where… are you going?”

“Business trip. It will take about four days.”

God. It was unbelievable, but thank you. Zhan tried not to show it, but he couldn’t hide the brightness on his face and his twitching cheeks.

Wang Yibo’s eyes gradually changed like a sharp knife.

“Do you like it?”

“No…”

“You like it.”

“No… never…”

“You seem to like it.”

“…”

Yibo kept going until he hear what he wanted. Zhan eventually shut his mouth and stopped answering.

Yibo asked Zhan to go to his(wy) room after he finished his coffee.

Zhan hesitated. Zhan had found what he was looking for, so there was no reason for him to go to his room anymore.

“I have something to give you. Follow me.”

Yibo walked without waiting to hear Zhan’s answer.

In the end, Zhan reluctantly followed him to the bedroom. He intended to wait in the living room until Yibo came back, but he needed to go inside.

Zhan was anxious because the words Yibo said in French a while ago were still floating around in his head.

“What are you doing not entering?”

Zhan walked into the room. He heard a familiar sound as soon as he walked through the door.

Zhan’s eyes widened as he stopped. He felt a cold sensation at his temples. Only his eyes moved to look at Wang Yibo, despite his hardened face.

Wang Yibo was smiling softly while pointing a gun at him.

“Wha, what are you doing?”

Wang Yibo immediately lowered the gun and handed it to Zhan.

“Gift.”

Zhan let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in. For a brief moment, he thought he had been caught.

“You said you never used a gun before? It won’t be difficult. After lunch, Bowen will teach you.”

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“You don’t know for sure what would happen, so carry one with you. Don’t go out by yourself like you did yesterday.”

“You don’t have to give it to me…”

“It’s because I’m worried. If something happens to you, I will be in trouble.”

Zhan lowered his gaze to the gun in his hand. The 22 caliber pistol was brand new and showed no signs of use.

Because there was little recoil, it was easy to use even for beginners. There were also letters engraved on the handle. Yu.

The eyes that were looking at it trembled slightly. How should I deal with this?

“Thank you…”

“If you’re thankful, kiss me.”

Zhan raised his head and looked him in the eyes. He thought it was a joke, but Yibo grabbed his arm and took the gun in an instant, throwing it on the sofa.

Yibo snatched his wrists and pushed him onto the bed.

Their lips overlap without further questioning.

Zhan yanked out his hand and grabbed Yibo’s shoulder.

“Wait, wait a minute. I didn’t come here for this…”

“I called you for this.”

Yibo smiled as he rolled up Zhan’s shirt and bit his chest.

Zhan, who instantly knew he was in trouble, grabbed Yibo’s shoulder and tried to push him away.

On the contrary, the sound of breathing becomes harsher as he was stimulated. Zhan almost screamed when Yibo bit his nipples.

“You’ve seducing me since you asked about my types.”

Huh? That’s too much. When Zhan continued to push him away, Yibo made a sad face. Zhan asked that before because he had a purpose.

Zhan smiled and tried to twist himself free, but Yibo’s arms wrapped to his waist like a snake and he couldn’t get out.

“Wait. Director. Director?”

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Yibo then licked his palms. It wasn’t enough for him, so he put Zhan’s finger in his mouth and tried to suck it, but Zhan yanked it out with a force.

Everything that has been caught in his mouth was about to be eaten. He whispered softly with semen on his lower lip.

“I want to eat more.”

The intercom rang just then.

Zhan quickly escaped and got off the bed when Wang Yibo raised his head and looked at the intercom.

Zhan adjusted his clothes and took a step backward while brushing his tangled hair with his hands.

Wang Yibo motioned for him to come, and Zhan shook his head.

As Yibo was about to get out of bed, Zhan quickly got out and ran.

Li Bowen was sitting in the living room and there was also an employee around.

Zhan’s ears were burning because he felt like everyone was staring at him.

Zhan made his way upstairs while cursing internally. He closed the door and washed his face as soon as he entered the bathroom.

His irritation increased as the smell of the semen wafted out of him. And the most humiliating thing of all…

“Fuck…”

He pulled his pants and looked inside.

The stiff, erect guy was about to break through his underwear. He closed his eyes tightly. He didn’t rub or touch it, but his dick stood up.

It’s actually gotten erect since he saw Wang Yibo’s face masturbating alone.

From the moment Wang Yibo lowered his eyes and stared at him as if he was going to eat him…

Zhan buried his face in the sink after filling it with water.

He eventually raised his head and looked in the mirror. The area around the eyes became even more red.

“…Haa, fuck…”

He rubbed his irritated face and smoked a cigarette in the bathroom.

He cursed and laughed because it was absurd, and despite the passage of time, his erection did not go away easily.

It seemed that he could hear Wang Yibo’s scoffing from here.

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