KM: Chapter 18

Ji An softly said, "Mm." His anxious heart settled down. "Will you tell your mom yourself later, or should I do it for you?" "I'll do it myself." Ji An bent down to brush his teeth. You Chen saw Ji An's pajama hem gathered at his waist and reached out to help adjust it. As his hand touched Ji An's waist, it naturally slipped inside the shirt, and he gave a pinch. "Ooh…!" Ji An shivered, turning to look at him with a startled expression that was particularly pitiful, stirring the long-suppressed desire in You Chen. You Chen paused, wanting to withdraw his hand, but instead, he gently rubbed Ji An's waist and asked, "Why aren't you wearing your clothes properly?" Ji An shook his head, wanting to explain, but he was brushing his teeth and turned back to spit out the foam. You Chen pinched him again and said, "Are you done brushing? Who told you to stop?" Ji An hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, and slowly continued brushing his teeth, while his other hand quietly clutched the hem of his shirt. He could guess what You Chen wanted to do, but he wouldn't refuse. You Chen took in Ji An's expression and actions completely. Ji An's silent consent wouldn't evoke any pity from You Chen; instead, it only led to more aggressive invasion. You Chen hugged him from behind, his hands creating chaos inside Ji An's shirt. Ji An's hand, gripping the hem, trembled incessantly. When his chest was pinched, his whole body shook, and his hand holding the toothbrush instinctively braced against the sink. "What's wrong? Why did you stop again?" You Chen asked deliberately next to his ear, alternating between pinching and kneading with his fingers, while the other arm encircled Ji An's waist tightly, swallowing up all his struggles. Ji An shook his head weakly, lifting the hand that was holding the hem, trying to grab You Chen's mischievous hand through his clothes. The arm around his waist lifted as well, pinching his fingers and locking his hand at his own side. "Continue, baby, you haven't finished brushing yet. Once you're done, we can kiss, okay?" You Chen added with a smile, "I've already brushed." Ji An trembled violently, so You Chen slowed his movements, releasing his fingers and covering Ji An's chest with his palm, gently rubbing in circles. Ji An's whimpers grew louder, forced to cry while finishing brushing his teeth. You Chen turned him around to face him, his actions becoming more aggressive. Ji An pleaded, saying no, they couldn't do this. Ji An, in his panic, touched on You Chen's taboo. You Chen could accept hearing "no" or "I can't take it," but "can't" was absolutely unacceptable. "Baby, what did you say?" You Chen's eyes darkened, the shadows between his brows heavily pressing on Ji An's heart. Ji An blinked, tears falling one by one, biting his lip, not daring to speak again, and tried to appease by pressing his chest into You Chen's palm, whimpering softly. Ji An seemed born to please You Chen, to calm his anger, using his greatest advantage to seek You Chen's forgiveness. You Chen's expression softened a bit, his palm continuing to rub, with much more force, causing Ji An to tremble incessantly. "Baby, you can say no, that you can't take it, but you cannot say can't." You Chen lowered his head and kissed the corner of Ji An's mouth. "I can do anything to you, remember that?" Ji An whimpered and nodded, "I… remember." "Good boy." You Chen coaxed him lightly, then faintly threatened him again. "If I hear it again next time, I'll…" You Chen paused, lowered his head, casting a shadow on his face, his harsh features appearing sinister and terrifying for a moment. He picked up the toothbrush Ji An had tossed aside, slowly lifting it, then spoke in a low voice. "Put it in your backside." Ji An's pupils contracted, instantly terrified, his back tingling, his whole body going limp, tears flowing uncontrollably, spreading fear through his choked sobs. You Chen smiled with satisfaction, placing the toothbrush back in the cup, holding Ji An, patting his back gently. "Alright, baby, don't be afraid. As long as you behave, I won't do that." Ji An's teeth chattered, saying, "I… I'll behave." "Good." You Chen's hand slid down from Ji An's chest, rubbing his waist a few times, leaning down to nibble on his lips, asking, "Baby, do you want me to help you?" Ji An blinked, still shrouded in fear, nodded dazedly, and said, "…Yes." You Chen smiled, lifting him onto the sink, pulling down his pants while kissing him. Amidst cries and pleas, You Chen fulfilled Ji An's strange request, closing the door with a backward motion. Then everything was sealed in this small space, cries and low moans echoing, unable to cover the winding desire. Ji An's instep stretched straight and beautifully, his slender calves trembling, his back against the mirror, struggling to draw long traces on the fogged surface. You Chen kissed, kneaded, and moved rhythmically. "Baby, kiss me." Hearing this, Ji An limply leaned over and gave You Chen a kiss. You Chen smiled, tightening his grip. Ji An never lifted his head again. After being carried back to bed, Ji An trembled violently in You Chen's arms. You Chen knew he had scared him, leaned over to comfort him, but Ji An struggled to sit up, stammering that he needed to go to the bathroom. You Chen's hand encircled his waist from behind, sitting up with him. "Baby, are you afraid of me?" You Chen asked next to Ji An's ear. Ji An didn't speak, nor did he look at him, his fingers twisting the hem of his shirt tightly, his legs trembling together. You Chen hadn't expected to frighten him this much. He pulled Ji An closer into his arms. "I won't do that, be good." Ji An's spine was rigid, held on You Chen's lap, gently rubbed on his back. He softly and pitifully said, "I… I was wrong, I didn't know… that was… not allowed." "Mm." "Please, don't… be angry with me." "I'm not angry with you." Ji An leaned a bit more into You Chen's embrace, then said even more pitifully, "Please… don't put… the toothbrush… in… the back." After saying this, he cried again, stifling his sobs, tears flowing. You Chen helplessly softened, holding him and kissing him repeatedly. "I won't, baby, as long as you don't say those two words again, I won't do that." "I… definitely won't… again…" "Good, you're such a good boy." You Chen patted Ji An's back as if comforting a child. After Ji An calmed down, he softly said, "Baby, but even if that goes in, it won't be a big deal. If I take precautions, it won't hurt you. If we graduate and take the final step, what you'll swallow will be much thicker than a toothbrush." Ji An whimpered. You Chen continued, "I know you're afraid of pain, I won't let it hurt you." Ji An nodded, and You Chen carried him off the bed, heading to the bathroom to wash his face, asking him, "You were shaking a lot at the haunted house today, what were you afraid of, hmm?" Ji An blinked, softly saying, "Afraid of the dark." You Chen silently noted this. In his youth, he didn't think too deeply about things, many things were like this, so he couldn't see the truth, couldn't foresee the future, couldn't stop what he wanted to stop, couldn't avoid what he wanted to avoid, letting everything turn against him, everything held tightly in his palm turned to nothing.