Hate The Bright Moon Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Bringing someone he’d met only once before and barely knew back to his place—was Chi Huang really that unguarded?

Even if he didn’t mind inviting a near-stranger into his private space, Chen Shilü wasn’t keen on stepping into the “territory” of someone he’d just met.

Mindful of the driver in the front seat, he didn’t feel comfortable discussing whether they should go to Chi Huang’s place or a hotel, as that implied too much suggestive ambiguity. He could only let the car take him to the destination: the entrance of a barbershop.

The two got out and walked up the steps to shelter from the rain. Chen Shilü surveyed the surroundings. The ground floor consisted of commercial storefronts, and the floors above seemed to be a Residential Complex. It was hard to tell if there were any hotels nearby.

Before going upstairs with Chi Huang, Chen Shilü suggested, “I think we should change locations… or maybe I should just go home today?”

“Huh, why?”

Was he genuinely confused, or was he playing dumb?

While Chen Shilü was still formulating a suitable response, Chi Huang said, “Don’t bother, it’s raining. Come in.” With that, he opened the glass door of the storefront next to the barbershop and ushered Chen Shilü inside.

Chen Shilü looked up at the unmarked sign. “You live in a shop?”

Could it be that Chi Huang ran his own business? People who run their own businesses tend to have a weaker sense of rules and behave more casually, which fit the impression Chi Huang gave. It would also be normal for him to live and eat at the shop to cut down on costs.

“Yeah, it’s very convenient here.” Seeing that Chen Shilü hadn’t moved, Chi Huang simply grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside.

There was no business being run here. The room was a single, long shape, and one glance revealed a bed against the far wall, a computer desk, and a few rows of simple clothes racks blocking the view from the street. The clothes hanging on the racks were identical in style to what Chi Huang was wearing—all denim blue and black.

Both the location and the interior furnishings suggested that this person lived a rather casual and makeshift life.

The glass door closed, and Chi Huang pulled the curtain behind it, dimming the room’s light. This was the maximum effort to protect privacy.

He pressed a dry towel onto Chen Shilü’s head. “Wipe your hair.” He then casually peeled off Chen Shilü’s loose suit jacket, leaning in to murmur, “Your jacket is wet too.”

The jacket was tossed onto the back of a chair. Chi Huang wrapped his arms around Chen Shilü’s waist, pulling him close to his chest, and lowered his gaze to kiss him.

The sweet scent of strawberries was very faint now; all he could smell was Chi Huang’s natural scent, which was a bit like today’s light rain—cool yet lingering.

Everything about him was so unexpected, even the kiss carried a hint of surprise. By the time Chen Shilü regained his senses, he was already pressed down onto that bed. It looked unassuming but was surprisingly soft and comfortable, offering a great sense of enclosure. The mattress must have been expensive—a conclusion Chen Shilü drew from sleeping in countless five-star hotels.

But no matter how comfortable the bed was, it wasn’t enough for him to continue in this environment. Separated from the main road by only a glass door, how was this any different from being in public?

He pushed Chi Huang away.

Chi Huang knelt on the bed, straightening up, looking slightly bewildered. “What’s wrong?”

As he spoke, he pulled open his athletic jacket, revealing a tight black tank top underneath. Unlike Fu Lei’s massive muscles, his physique wasn’t scrawny; he had lean, well-defined muscles and fair skin, looking fresh and clean. Without the jacket to conceal it, the area that had reacted seemed impressively large. Chen Shilü swallowed.

The comfortable mattress couldn’t make him yield, but the sexy body could.

Chi Huang gripped his wrist and leaned down, staring into his eyes with a hint of pressure. “Is someone waiting for you today too?”

“You are single, right?”

Chi Huang’s expression was complicated for a moment, then he scoffed. “You only think to ask that now?”

“According to my plan, we would be having dinner and chatting at a restaurant right now, and I would subtly confirm your relationship status.”

“You are truly interesting, Chen Shilü.” Chi Huang swallowed hard, biting his lower lip, and mumbled, “I am single.”

“Me too.” Chen Shilü cupped Chi Huang’s face and kissed him back.

“I don’t care,” Chi Huang said.

They kissed for a while, then Chen Shilü sat up. “You have a shower here, right? I’ll go first…”

Chi Huang yanked him back onto the bed, burying his nose in Chen Shilü’s neck and inhaling deeply. His tone was sticky, like a spoiled child. “You showered before you left, didn’t you? You smell so good. It’s strange, your skin has a scent similar to sunlight…”

As he spoke, he reached up and pulled open the bedside cabinet. Condoms cascaded out like an avalanche, spilling onto the headboard. Chen Shilü turned his head to look at the pile of wrappers and frowned. Would a normal person keep this many at home? Could this kid have some psychological issues?

Before he could figure out the reason, Chi Huang grabbed one, tore it open with his teeth, and went straight to the main event.

Chen Shilü quickly dismissed his previous impressions. His life experience hadn’t been wrong: good-looking people were usually selfish and self-centered. The traits Chi Huang hadn’t displayed in daily life were now fully apparent in bed. He showed no patience for technique, only brute force and collision, disregarding the other person’s feelings and ignoring Chen Shilü’s calls to stop.

At this moment, Chen Shilü felt like a cat caught by the neck or Jesus nailed to the cross, with no room for resistance. Even his most intense experiences in his youth couldn’t compare to this. He felt like his brain was being shattered and shaken into an unthinking pulp.

Before long, Chi Huang took another condom from beside his face. The second time, he finally slowed down.

In those large, well-defined hands, Chen Shilü became a piece of dough to be kneaded at will. He was rolled up, flattened, stretched horizontally, and pulled vertically. Chi Huang sometimes rubbed slowly, sometimes pressed hard, occasionally tossing him into the air and then slamming him onto the cutting board. Sweat poured down. He was washed in water until white pulp emerged, leaving only a dry body that became an endlessly stretched piece of gluten.

He was like a towel, wrung dry of every last drop of moisture by those powerful hands.

Chi Huang returned after taking a shower and patted Chen Shilü, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. “Did you pass out from pleasure?”

“Get lost!” Even his insult sounded weak.

“Cussing people out right after we finish—that’s not a good habit, Director Chen.”

Chen Shilü didn’t have the energy to argue. Chi Huang smiled and walked away.

He ordered a pizza, and the delivery arrived shortly after. He brought the pizza to the bedside and asked Chen Shilü if he wanted some.

Chen Shilü rarely ate such high-carb, high-calorie food. He didn’t know what time it was, but smelling the food made him realize he was starving.

Chi Huang was quite gentle now, holding the pizza slice to Chen Shilü’s mouth. “Do you want me to feed you?”

Chen Shilü pushed his hand away. “You eat first. I’m going to shower.”

When he finished showering, Chi Huang reheated the pizza in the microwave. They split a 14-inch American pizza. True to his youth, Chi Huang ate two-thirds of it himself. Full and satisfied, Chen Shilü recovered some of his energy.

Normally, he would chat with his bed partner at this point, engaging in some emotional and spiritual exchange, but he had no interest in that now.

The man’s post-coital clarity returned, and reason took the high ground. A guy like Chi Huang was clearly not a good match. Chen Shilü changed his mind again; there shouldn’t be a next time with him.

Chi Huang, unaware that he had been sentenced to “death,” playfully lifted Chen Shilü’s hair as he sat in the chair, tracing his fingers from the hair to his ear, and then to the side of his neck. “Your neck is beautiful. I really want to leave a hickey, but you have clients to see, so that’s not allowed, right?”

He gripped his neck, slowly tightening his fingers. His fingertips clearly felt the pulse beating in the side of the neck. This sensation was somewhat strange, causing Chi Huang to momentarily lose focus.

Chen Shilü unceremoniously slapped his hand away. “Don’t do that. I don’t have that kind of fetish.”

“Oh? Then I guessed wrong.”

Chen Shilü raised his eyes, a little provocatively. “If you like being slapped, I can certainly help with that.”

Chi Huang’s eyes lit up. “Really?” He bent down, pushed his hair aside, and presented his face to Chen Shilü. “Honestly, I’ve never been slapped before. I wonder what it feels like…”

The words had barely left his mouth when a loud “smack” echoed. Chen Shilü delivered a solid slap, leaving Chi Huang stunned.

His hand had moved faster than his brain. Chen Shilü hadn’t expected himself to actually follow through. It seemed he had been holding in a lot of frustration.

He shouldn’t have rushed things like this; he shouldn’t have been seduced by beauty. It had been a long time since he’d done something so impulsive, having learned long ago that without basic understanding and rapport, things in this area were unlikely to be harmonious.

Chi Huang snapped back to reality and, without a word, picked up Chen Shilü and threw him onto the bed.

The situation took a sharp turn, and Chen Shilü was a bit confused. He pushed against Chi Huang’s chest. “You asked me to slap you.”

“I did,” Chi Huang smiled at him, but not kindly. The curve of his mouth was wide, a malicious grin. “That’s why I’m incredibly excited right now. You’re amazing, Chen Shilü.”

Chen Shilü frowned. “Stop acting like a Pervert. I’m not interested in that type.”

Chi Huang suddenly stopped smiling. He grabbed Chen Shilü’s hands, kissed his fingertips, and softened his tone. “Then tell me, why did you suddenly get angry? Did I do something that annoyed you?”

His eyes were downcast, the corners drooping, and his expression looked slightly hurt.

Chen Shilü couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger. “What annoyed me… what part of that was enjoyable for me? In this place with zero security, and your crude, wild dog-like manner of not listening to a word I said…”

Chi Huang’s face began to look unpleasant. He stiffened his neck and retorted, “No one has ever complained before you.”

“What others think has nothing to do with me.” The intimate atmosphere vanished. Chen Shilü pushed him away again with force. “Get off.”

Seeing that Chen Shilü was serious, Chi Huang looked a little helpless, but quickly buried his face in Chen Shilü’s shoulder and apologized in a low voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how you felt.”

Though still angry, seeing him use that face to show weakness softened Chen Shilü’s heart a little. After all, Chi Huang was young, unlike the more mature men he usually dealt with. Even so, Chi Huang had been reasonably generous on their first date, even if the effort was cheap.

On that basis, Chen Shilü sighed. “Our expectations are different. For you, maybe anyone, anywhere, is fine, as long as you get off. But I want to experience quality intimacy. If you don’t know how to do that, you can hand the initiative over to me, understand?” They could have easily chosen a comfortable hotel and had a proper lunch, instead of doing everything so haphazardly.

“I’m not that casual either,” Chi Huang finally managed to squeeze out after a long pause. “I get it. Let’s go again. I’ll do it right this time.”

“…” Chen Shilü’s eyes widened. “Are you incapable of understanding human language?”

“I understood. You said I didn’t satisfy you, so I’ll satisfy you again, okay?”

“No… I can’t. I… mmph…” Chen Shilü wanted to say that he was over thirty, and this would literally kill him.

But clearly, his life was not the most important thing in Chi Huang’s eyes. Before he could finish his sentence, Chi Huang sealed his mouth.