ZS | Chapter 3

“What, what?”

Gu Zheng had lived this long and seen people colluding with bidders, heard of ruthless people crippling their competitors, but had never heard of someone rolling into bed with the rival.

Zhuo Hang lit a cigarette and said nothing, just sat quietly in the chair by the bed smoking.

If he wasn't talking, what did that mean, had I just imagined it, was some kind of response really that hard?

Gu Zheng asked again, “You want me to do it?”

Zhuo Hang nodded.

The way Gu Zheng looked at him was like he was looking at a male ghost, confusion and fear showing at the bottom of his eyes.

What confused him was that Zhuo Hang had just slammed the door with a bang, clearly furious, and yet less than an hour later he came back begging him to top him, why had his attitude changed so fast?

What frightened him was that after a cold shower, there had been no reaction.

Gu Zheng regretted going to take a shower ten minutes ago, and even more regretted saying those harsh words an hour ago. Now the person had come to his door, and if he changed his mind, it would mean he couldn't handle it, but if he bit the bullet and went through with it, that wouldn't work either.

He was stuck.

Gu Zheng tried to move him with feeling and reason, “We're both middlemen, not direct clients, there's not much profit in this bid...”

Zhuo Hang said, “I want this bid.”

You wanting this bid still didn't mean you could force a guy in a refractory period to hard-come at you!

Gu Zheng set his jaw and, since things had already come to this, said, “We're all men, so what if I touch you a couple times, it's not like I haven't been touched by bathhouse uncles before!”

“If you don't feel comfortable, you can touch me back.”

A Jiuwu slim cigarette was pinched between his fingers, and in the smoke his deep eyes gained a bit more mystery.

Gu Zheng couldn't figure out the man's motives, didn't dare get on the bed, and sitting in the chair habitually crossed one leg over the other. The bathrobe had opened all the way to his thigh, and Gu Zheng immediately lowered his leg and sat up straight with the bathrobe clamped between his legs.

Although he was bent, he had always believed he was straight, because among men he had only ever felt something for his ex. On lonely nights when he was irritated, he had always watched little films and handled it with his left and right hands.

In his impression, Zhuo Hang had never dated, with neither a boyfriend nor a girlfriend. Judging from his reaction when he had just slammed the door, he should have been straight too.

How had two straight men ended up tangled on the same bed?

Ridiculous and eerie.

The cigarette between Zhuo Hang's fingers swayed with the slight movement of his forearm, and the sharp edges of his face blurred in the smoke, as he enticed him with profit, “What do you want?”

The pampered young master really didn't have much he wanted.

Gu Zheng said, “Fine, let's not talk each other out of it. Let's each take a step back, bid fairly, okay?”

Fair?

Gu Zheng could see the reserve price, so how was that fair?

In order to get the bid, Zhuo Hang could only deliberately provoke him, “What you just said, doesn't count anymore?”

Gu Zheng immediately got unhappy and drifted to the bed in two or three quick steps.

Zhuo Hang lifted his eyelids, and that look seemed to say: you're usually all noise and chaos, but at the critical moment you always fall apart, all bluster and no follow-through, a tough but cowardly little trash.

The Gu family heir walked sideways through the circle, refusing this and resenting that, a professional contrarian who argued with heaven and earth, and he was easiest to provoke.

One provocation and he was guaranteed to fall for it.

Lowering those sharp brows and eyes to look down from above at the person lying there, he put on a strong sense of pressure,

Gu Zheng took the cigarette from Zhuo Hang's hand and said, “Once I say something, I never take it back.”

“But doing this is definitely going to draw blood. I can give you one last chance, if you regret it now, it's still not too late.”

Zhuo Hang pulled open his bathrobe.

There was a crescent moon tattooed at Gu Zheng's waist, from his side waist to his lower abdomen, at least 10 centimeters.

Beneath the moon were beautiful abs.

A faint tobacco scent mixed with the citrus scent of body wash, and Zhuo Hang's long eyelashes cast a faint shadow over his eyelids, while his sharply defined features were like a carefully painted picture.

They said his mother was a car model, no wonder he looked so good.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a face so beautiful it made both gods and humans angry.

Using beautiful to describe a man might not have been appropriate, but with his limited vocabulary, Gu Zheng couldn't think of a more accurate word than beautiful.

Zhuo Hang was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

So beautiful that the first time they met and he spoke to him, he would unconsciously lower his voice, and when Zhuo Hang looked over, he would feel too embarrassed to look straight at him.

In college, when the two of them first met in an elective class, Gu Zheng nervously greeted this beautiful Chinese man.

In the end, Zhuo Hang ignored him.

After that, Gu Zheng no longer spoke so cautiously, and when the other looked over, he glared back with narrowed eyes.

Zhuo Hang had excellent grades, and when he graduated from college he spoke onstage as the student representative of the School of Economics and Management.

The person onstage radiated arrogance from the bones outward, talking about his plans for his studies and his vision for the future, and Gu Zheng could hear in his words an excessive confidence in his own abilities and disdain for his classmates below.

That kind of arrogance was provocation to the pampered heir surrounded by adoring crowds.

They were both Chinese, both from Yucheng, both with about the same grades, so why was he the one standing onstage?

Gu Zheng would never forget Zhuo Hang's arrogant look, and after that he didn't know which nerve in him had been miswired, but he just had to compete with him, even putting out the word: either he was gone or I was gone!

No matter how arrogant, no matter how good-looking someone was, if they needed something from me, wouldn't they still have to obediently lie down and let me do them.

Heh, I'll do you to death.

Zhuo Hang said, “Help me do it.”

Gu Zheng was unhappy again, “Can't you do it yourself?”

“No.”

This wasn't a rebuttal, Zhuo Hang really couldn't do it.

Before he came out, Gu Zheng had watched plenty of porn, and only when he got with his childhood friend did he learn that man-on-man was much more troublesome than man-and-woman.

Zhuo Hang's shirt collar was slightly open, exposing a small patch of skin below the collarbone, which glimmered faintly under the night light.

After being made somewhat uncomfortable, he lit another cigarette.

Gu Zheng felt that even if they opened a video conference right now and Zhuo Hang appeared from the chest up, with that expressionless face on him, there would definitely be no way to tell.

When the cigarette in Zhuo Hang's hand burned down, he turned off the night light and said, “Come on.”

……

After a while in the dark, a hoarse voice finally sounded, “It's fine, don't mind me.”

Fine, even now you were still putting on a brave front, if I don't fuck you to death today then I won't have the surname Gu!

……

Zhuo Hang still hadn't made a single sound.

Gu Zheng quickly got into his groove, making full use of everything, afraid this bid would turn out at a loss.

One billion, what kind of male escort was worth that much?

Zhuo Hang usually looked like he didn't have two ounces of meat on him when he was dressed, but he hadn't expected that under the shirt it was all muscle, one piece, two pieces, three pieces... only when the lower abdomen exerted force could a fourth piece appear.

There were four on the left and four on the right, eight in all, both hands could wrap around it, narrower than A4 paper.

……

I really wanted to see what Zhuo Hang looked like right now.

Could he still act arrogant?

Gu Zheng turned on the light.

A few of the white shirt buttons had come undone, and he had torn off a few, leaving only the two in the middle, the two buttons perfectly tightening that lean waistline, like petals just beginning to bloom.

The mad dog that had been starving for two years had finally seen a bone.

……

Zhuo Hang had been using a pillow to cover his face all along.

Gu Zheng reached out and lifted the pillow, “Let me see.”

Zhuo Hang clamped down on it deathly tight, wanting to keep the last bit of dignity.

They had already been fucked, so what dignity was left?

Gu Zheng went off the rails again and, catching him off guard, snatched the pillow away.

Under the pillow was a face as white as death.

Zhuo Hang had his eyes closed, his lips were pain-pale, his mouth slightly open, and his teeth inside were trembling.

He grabbed Gu Zheng by the neck in one motion, and the deep, lightless bottom of his eyes roiled with monstrous waves.

Gu Zheng had trouble breathing, grabbed his hand, and forced out a few words through his teeth, “Does this bid still count?”

Zhuo Hang let go, and his forearm covered his eyes, but it still couldn't fully cover the red at the corners of his eyes.

Gu Zheng made the corners of his eyes even redder.

……

The room was no longer quiet, and daylight was bright.

After his desire had been satisfied, Zhuo Hang instinctively moved toward the source of his happiness for a kiss.

Just as their lips were about to meet, he was pushed away.

Zhuo Hang woke up instantly, collapsed weakly onto the bed, and once again used his forearm to cover his eyes, fragile like a butterfly with its wings broken.

He no longer reached for a kiss, only hoped that this slow slicing would end sooner.

This was a transaction of blood, power, and sex.

No feelings, just a transaction.

He knew, they were just a transaction.

And he also knew that the tattoo on Gu Zheng's waist was Shen Yue Sheng.

Maybe only Shen Yue Sheng was worthy of his kiss.

And he was trash with no ability who could only climb into bed to exchange for benefits.

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No matter what kind of ghostly state Zhuo Hang had been made into, he wouldn't make a sound, but Gu Zheng got excited and drew blood.

He didn't want to kiss, because he suspected Zhuo Hang had some disgusting disease and had deliberately come to ruin him.

Better safe than sorry.

In college, the two of them fought over the campus heartthrob and the guaranteed admission; in graduate school, they fought over research projects and connections; now they were fighting over the bid and for Dad's face.

They had always been fighting, even on the bed they had to fight.

Gu Zheng repeatedly suspected that Zhuo Hang was the calamity heaven had set up for him.

He was the thorn in his flesh.

Doing it with a lover was sweet and loving; doing it with a mortal enemy was neither one thing nor the other, and it was also very thrilling.

There was no need to consider the other person's feelings, no need to care about the other person's emotions, however he was most comfortable was how he did it.

Just as Gu Zheng was close to the limit, unable to help himself, he hugged Zhuo Hang and called, “A Sheng.”

After it ended, Zhuo Hang's body was cold like a corpse.

He pressed against the crescent moon tattoo at Gu Zheng's waist and pushed the person away, saying weakly, “I'm not Shen Yue Sheng.”

Gu Zheng realized what he had just called him, and after two awkward seconds, tried to cover it up, “Of course I know you're not.”

Shen Yue Sheng had grown up playing with him since childhood. Gu Zheng had left him candied haws, wiped his basketball, bought limited-edition merch... the two had gone from brothers to lovers, and although they had broken up, no one could replace the other person's place in his heart.

Shen Yue Sheng was his pearl in the palm.

Gu Zheng hardened his heart and said coldly, “After A Sheng returned to the country, he managed the family affairs in an orderly fashion, Pinsheng is now flourishing, and he's a bona fide entrepreneur.”

“What do you have to compare with him.”

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Lowering those sharp brows and eyes to look down from above at the person lying there, he put on a strong sense of pressure, Gu Zheng took the cigarette from Zhuo Hang's hand and said, “Once I say something, I never take it back.” “But doing this is definitely going to draw blood. I can give you one last chance, if you regret it now, it's still not too late.” Zhuo Hang pulled open his bathrobe.

There was a crescent moon tattooed at Gu Zheng's waist, from his side waist to his lower abdomen, at least 10 centimeters long. The faint scent of tobacco mixed with the citrus scent of body wash, and as they looked into each other's eyes, it was as if fire had flared in the air. Zhuo Hang still had no expression on his face, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow over his eyelids, while his sharply defined features were like a carefully painted picture. They said his mother was a car model, no wonder he looked so good. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a face so beautiful it made both gods and humans angry. Using beautiful to describe a man might not have been appropriate, but with his limited vocabulary, Gu Zheng couldn't think of a more accurate word than beautiful. Zhuo Hang was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. So beautiful that the first time they met and he spoke to him, he would unconsciously lower his voice, and when Zhuo Hang looked over, he would feel too embarrassed to look straight at him. Zhuo Hang unscrewed the lube and said, “Help me do it.” Gu Zheng was unhappy again, “Can't you do it yourself?” “No.” This wasn't a rebuttal, Zhuo Hang really couldn't do it. Before he came out, Gu Zheng had watched plenty of porn, and only when he got with Shen Yue Sheng did he learn that man-on-man was much more troublesome than man-and-woman. The Shen and Gu families were on good terms, and Shen Yue Sheng and Gu Zheng had grown up together. Gu Zheng swore that before he slept with Shen Yue Sheng, he really had always treated him like a brother. Since Liu Bei could sleep with Guan Yu, why couldn't he sleep with Lü Bu? Gu Zheng did psychological prep for himself while he worked.

Zhuo Hang's shirt collar was slightly open, exposing a small patch of skin below the collarbone, which glimmered faintly under the night light.

After being made somewhat uncomfortable, he lit another cigarette.

Gu Zheng felt that even if they opened a video conference right now and Zhuo Hang appeared from the chest up, with that expressionless face on him, there would definitely be no way to tell.

The more proper the upper body looked, the muddier the lower body was.

Gu Zheng groped around, constantly observing his reaction, and after several searches still found nothing, he was certain Zhuo Hang was definitely sexually cold.

The other man had no reaction, but he did.

After messing around for a few minutes, the cigarette in Zhuo Hang's hand burned out, and he turned off the night light, saying, “Come on.”

Very tight.

Very rough.

Very hard to get in.

The tunnel hadn't been opened up much, so he had to rely on the diamond drill bit to bore in hard.

Thankfully, the diamond drill bit was hard enough.

Gu Zheng said, “Relax a little.”

After a while in the dark, a hoarse voice finally sounded, “It's fine, don't mind me.”

Fine, even now you were still fuck putting on a brave front, if I don't fuck you to death today then I won't have the surname Gu!

Another half tube of lube went in, and Gu Zheng felt better.

The tunnel gradually opened up, and the diamond drill bit drilled faster and faster.

Zhuo Hang still hadn't made any sound, and in the pitch-black room the only things you could hear were the friction and Gu Zheng's panting.

After having gone without sex for a long time, Gu Zheng quickly got into the groove, making full use of everything, touching as he went, afraid this bid would end up costing him.

One billion, what kind of male escort was worth that much?

Zhuo Hang usually looked like he didn't have two ounces of meat on him when he was dressed, but he hadn't expected that under the shirt it was all muscle, one piece, two pieces, three pieces... only when the lower abdomen exerted force could a fourth piece appear.

There were four on the left and four on the right, eight in all, damn it, two more than mine.

After feeling the front, he felt the side, and wow, this waist could be wrapped around with both hands, narrower than A4 paper.

After the narrow tunnel had been drilled open by the diamond bit, a high-speed train started running through it, and the faster the high-speed train was, the greater the wind in the tunnel became, the huge frictional resistance seeming as if it wanted to strangle him.

In the pitch-black darkness, Gu Zheng used touch to imagine the scene below him.

At this moment Zhuo Hang was lying on the bed with his legs spread for him to fuck, and the satisfaction of body and mind struck his nerves. Hundreds of high-speed trains raced through the tunnel, thousands of trains whistled past inside his skull, and Gu Zheng had never experienced stimulation that hit the soul so directly, so comfortable that his scalp went numb.

When he first entered college, Zhuo Hang, as the new student representative, spoke onstage, and Gu Zheng would forever remember how arrogant he looked.

Zhuo Hang talked about his plans for his studies and his vision for the future, but Gu Zheng could hear in his words an excessive confidence in his own abilities and disdain for his classmates below.

The person onstage radiated arrogance from the bones outward, and this kind of arrogance was provocation to the heir surrounded by a sea of admirers.

They were both Chinese, both from Yucheng, both with about the same grades, so why was he the one standing onstage?

They formed enmity at a single glance.

But that didn't stop the two of them from formally meeting for the first time in an elective class, when the two-faced Gu Zheng smiled and greeted him.

In the end, Zhuo Hang ignored him.

After that, Gu Zheng no longer spoke cautiously to this beautiful immortal, and was at daggers drawn with him about everything, glaring back with narrowed eyes whenever the other looked over.

Looking good gave him what, huh?

I'll do you to death.

He wanted to see what Zhuo Hang looked like under him.

After being fucked to pieces, could he still act arrogant?

Gu Zheng turned on the light.

Zhuo Hang's white shirt had several buttons undone, and he had torn off several, leaving only the two in the middle. The two buttons happened to cinch that lean waistline, and below the waist his snow-white legs were wrapped around him, like petals just beginning to bloom.

The mad dog that had been starving for two years had finally seen a bone, and he pinched that narrow waist and savagely bit the chest, gorging himself.

The chest was lean but not stringy, the hips were full but not greasy. Delicious! So delicious!

The once arrogant Zhuo Hang was even more intense than he had imagined, and that bid was really worth it!

Zhuo Hang hadn't made a sound because he had been covering his face with the pillow the whole time.

Gu Zheng reached out and lifted the pillow, “Let me see.”

Zhuo Hang clamped down on it deathly tight, and under the pillow came out a bit of whimpering, as if begging him to leave him his last bit of dignity.

They had already been fucked, so what dignity was left?

Gu Zheng went off the rails again, pressed him down and fucked him hard a few times, then snatched the pillow away when he was off guard.

Under the pillow was a face as white as death.

Zhuo Hang had his eyes closed, his lips were pain-pale, his mouth slightly open, and the teeth inside were trembling.

The century-old glacier finally had emotions, and he grabbed his neck in one motion, while the bottom of his eyes, deeper than light could reach, surged with monstrous waves.

At this moment the two of them had two connections, one below, one at the neck, and each one was fatal.

It was a fatal point, and it was bliss.

Gu Zheng had trouble breathing, grabbed his hand, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, “Are you trying to choke me to death?”

“Does this bid still count?”

Zhuo Hang let go, and his forearm covered his eyes, but it still couldn't fully cover the red at the corners of his eyes.

The shattered glacier was full of sex appeal and temptation from head to toe.

Gu Zheng lifted his waist, welding the connection between the two of them shut, making the corners of Zhuo Hang's eyes even redder.

The old bed rumbled with trains running over the tracks, carriage after carriage rolling over.

The bed board creaked, and the railroad on the bed couldn't bear the whipping.

“Click.”

Zhuo Hang couldn't hold on anymore, and his forearm bent.

“Don't lie there, sit up.”

Zhuo Hang was in too much pain to have any strength left, and Gu Zheng pulled his upper body up and ran trains behind him.

“Ah!”

The train crashed into the tunnel wall, and rocks slid down.

“Feeling good?”

Gu Zheng let even more rocks fall.

The room was no longer quiet, the sound of trains running over the tracks, the sound of rocks sliding down, the sound of the bed board shaking, rising one after another.

Daylight was bright, and Zhuo Hang could no longer bear it, a white light flashed through his mind.

After his desire had been satisfied, he instinctively moved to kiss the source of his happiness.

Just as their lips were about to meet, he was pushed away.

Zhuo Hang woke up instantly, slumped weakly onto the bed, and once again used his forearm to cover his eyes, fragile like a butterfly with its wings broken.

The cool voice carried a slight tremor, and the voice was very soft, “Hurry up, I have to go home today.”

He no longer reached for a kiss, and he didn't even want any bodily contact with Gu Zheng other than at the point of connection, only hoping that this slow slicing would end sooner.

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