The black mist rapidly sped down the corridor, wildly crashing through obstacles until it reached an empty room’s door. It suddenly burst the door open with a loud bang against the wall, and the next moment the door was slammed shut by the monstrous black mist.
Even the walls seemed to tremble.
Jiang Luo was thrown onto the bed.
The cool surface of the bed brought Jiang Luo a moment of clarity.
He cursed under his breath and opened his eyes, clutching the sheets tightly. His eyes burned with anger, sparkling like stars as he looked up at Chi You standing at the foot of the bed.
Chi You emerged from the black mist, lips tightly pressed, hair messy, and even his suit was wrinkled and creased. He looked as if he had hurried here in a rush; his usual elegance and composure were replaced by a dark, restless agitation. A strand of black hair hung beside his eerie, sharp eyebrows. Chi You had his hands in his pockets, mood shifting as he stared at Jiang Luo.
His gaze was terrifying.
Jiang Luo gritted his teeth, his vision blurred and fiery, unable to clearly read Chi You’s expression.
It was like a raging fire, yet also like a calm sea concealing turbulent waves underneath.
Soon, the cool bedsheets were scorched hot by Jiang Luo’s body.
He breathed heavily, exhaling foul breath, struggling to stay calm. “If you plan to just stand there, please go out, close the door, and get me someone else. Thank you.”
His throat hurt badly, but he rolled uncontrollably; sweat beads dripped down his slender neck like jewels—smooth, crystal-clear, tempting to taste. He added, “Make sure they’re clean and good-looking.”
Finally, very politely, “Thank you.”
After Jiang Luo finished speaking, the malicious ghost’s aura faltered, then grew even more vicious and restless.
Jiang Luo was equally annoyed, thinking: Why the h*ll are you angry?
What did I say wrong?
Tormented by sickness and burning heat, Jiang Luo’s head felt ready to explode. He had no time or desire to stall with Chi You. If it could happen, let it happen; if not, then get lost. He had no patience for these guessing games. His tone suddenly darkened, “You d*mn—don’t waste my time; let me find someone to enjoy.”
There was a heavy presence beside Jiang Luo.
The malicious ghost bent his long legs and knelt down by Jiang Luo’s side. Leaning down over him, the spirit’s eyes—full of madness and malice—were as black as an abyss, hiding some invisible but hair-raising terror.
He leaned over Jiang Luo, pinning both of his hands above his head and squeezing his jaw hard.
A foul smell of rotting earth emanated from him.
Jiang Luo’s breath quickened; he fought hard not to show weakness. His eyes and lips were flushed with a seductive red haze. His gaze wavered between desire and reason, such a struggle was utterly charming, to the point that Chi You’s hateful eyes looked as if he wanted to crush Jiang Luo’s jaw and swallow him whole.
Jiang Luo’s skin burned hot, yet the malicious ghost’s body was as cold as ice.
“I really want to kill you,” the ghost said coldly, looking down on Jiang Luo like an insignificant ant, tone utterly indifferent, “Just one illness made you so weak. You might as well die by my hand first.”
If you ignore the desire gradually awakening beneath him, and the increasingly forceful grinding against Jiang Luo’s skin, the malicious ghost’s words seemed all too real.
Jiang Luo tilted his head back, his hands and legs going weak. He had no strength to struggle, nor did he bother to. The dizziness grew heavier; his cheeks burned hot, as if he were fevered to the point of losing his mind, or suffocating from an internal fire.
So uncomfortable.
If you can’t relieve my discomfort, then get lost.
The malicious ghost muttered to himself, “Those worthless fools made you flee so miserably. I’m disappointed. Maybe I was mistaken—you’re no match for me, nor worth my special attention.”
The black-haired youth’s lips felt hot; his neck and collarbones laid right under the malicious ghost’s gaze. The more the malicious ghost spoke, the more a strange fire of irritation and hostility grew in his heart—oddly enough, mixed with quite a bit of anger.
Why anger?
The malicious ghost’s frown deepened, but his hands couldn’t help but knead Jiang Luo’s lips. His teeth were white, his tongue vivid red, but Jiang Luo opened his mouth and bit the malicious ghost’s finger.
Jiang Luo’s voice was low. Suddenly, he forced out a hurried smile and struggled to lift his hand, grabbing the malicious ghost’s tie.
The tie felt like a chain. The malicious ghost lowered his head accordingly, watching as Jiang Luo’s pale, slender hand pulled him down to his own burning red lips, a bright smile spreading across Jiang Luo’s face. “Then get lost. I’m no longer interested.”
The room’s temperature suddenly dropped.
The next moment, Jiang Luo’s earlobe ached sharply as the malicious ghost bit it, as if he wanted to chew him to bits. Yet his tone remained repressed and emotionless, “Then who are you interested in?”
Jiang Luo gasped, his mind clearing for a moment.
That voice shattered the malicious ghost’s pretended calm; a dark fire flickered in his eyes. Without a word, he kissed downward. By the time he reached Jiang Luo’s neck, it was no longer a kiss, but a solid “bite-kiss.” Jiang Luo tilted his head back, letting him kiss. In that instant, he began to wonder if things would turn out well or badly if this time he slept with Chi You.
But then he thought: no matter good or bad, there was no possibility between them except enemies. Chi You would never change his attitude over this, nor would Jiang Luo let him off. Using people as tools was fine—as long as he felt good, use and discard, no entanglements. How satisfying would that be?
After this understanding, Jiang Luo completely let go. He began to feel the impact of this strange desire and emitted a low, unbearable hum from his nose.
The only annoying thing was that Jiang Luo couldn’t conquer the malicious ghost.
In his current state—limp limbs and burning skin—he was absolutely no match for Chi You.
Jiang Luo wasn’t blind to reality.
But just this once, in this state, it was tolerable. Being in the submissive position didn’t mean losing; the one controlling desire was the true master.
A flicker flashed in Jiang Luo’s eyes. Suddenly, he lifted the malicious ghost’s head and bit hard on Chi You’s lips.
The malicious ghost paused briefly, then reacted with even greater intensity.
Pain stung densely; Jiang Luo grunted and suddenly used his last strength to push him away, staggering off the bed toward the bathroom.
The malicious ghost, thrown down on the bed, seemed to catch the faster breathing. He slightly lifted himself, eyes dark and deep as he watched Jiang Luo’s back, then got up and followed.
His steps were unhurried but certainly not slow.
In front of the bathroom door laid one of Jiang Luo’s jackets.
Chi You picked it up and looked up. The bathroom door was ajar; through the gap, Jiang Luo’s pants laid on the floor inside.
In front of the pants stood the black-haired youth, barefoot under the showerhead.
The malicious ghost stared for a few seconds, and his heart—if he still had one—seemed to start beating again.
Thumping, noisy, “thump-thump” sounded.
He opened the door, but before the steam could escape, quickly shut it again.
He kept the scent of the bath outside the door, letting the water veil the frosted glass.
Jiang Luo looked back at Chi You under the water; his black hair trailed along his back like pure hellish black water.
The malicious ghost stepped into the water, closing in on Jiang Luo without limit.
Jiang Luo probably still had a cold; his breathing was uneasy, his nose slightly blocked, but his voice was sexy and pleasant. The malicious ghost kissed him against the cold wall, his clothes soaked through; the smell of mud and decayed leaves on his body slowly faded.
One cold, passionless kiss after another landed on Jiang Luo’s body. He frowned, breathing heavier and heavier. The malicious ghost’s hand slid from his leg upward, teasing mercilessly.
“So hot,” the malicious ghost sighed, “Turns out you get this hot after a fever.”
Jiang Luo twitched his brow fiercely.
He was already like this, and Chi You still thought he was just burning with fever?
He couldn’t still be so clueless about this, could he?
Though Jiang Luo liked clean people—and he was a virgin himself—now he couldn’t help but regret, feeling that rolling with Chi You was less appealing than choosing someone more experienced.
But things had come this far. No turning back.
Jiang Luo cursed softly and grabbed Chi You’s collar hard, pulling him close with fierce eyes. He warned bluntly, “Chi You, if you dare go too far, I’ll kill you afterward.”
“—No room for negotiation.”
The malicious ghost’s irritated fire suddenly dissipated, replaced by an indescribable excitement that made his fingers tremble. Chi You stayed silent for a moment, hiding these heavy emotions beneath perfect composure. He smiled low and wrapped his arms around Jiang Luo’s waist, “You’re my precious ‘lover’; how could I bear to ruin you?”
Jiang Luo looked at him deeply, then turned away, closing his eyes in shame. When he opened them again, there was no hesitation on his face.
He spoke in a commanding tone: “First, let me start with the easy parts to get used to it.”
The black-haired youth half-turned his head, impatience and allure mingling in his eyes. He controlled the entire process firmly, urging without question: “Hurry, give me your hand.”
…
Chi You’s theoretical knowledge was definitely not as extensive as Jiang Luo’s.
Following the black-haired youth’s instructions, the malicious ghost seemed to suddenly enter a new world. The curiosity in his eyes gradually shifted into a dark excitement; madness showed in his movements, his lips curled higher and higher, yet his gaze never left Jiang Luo. They moved from the bathroom back to the bed, dew wetting the sheets. The human, already at the brink of unbearable agony after the long wait, bit his lip—only to have the malicious ghost forcibly steal his lips, savoring the taste.
The temperature was low—clearly a cold-hot friction—but when their skin touched, it felt unusually comfortable, making one involuntarily want to sigh aloud.
Before the malicious ghost entered him, Jiang Luo looked at his sweat-damp face, at the faint red glow beneath his jet-black eyes—like a starving beast eyeing its prey. A surge of instinctual danger rose again, making Jiang Luo clear his mind briefly.
Jiang Luo hesitated somewhat, then roughly pulled the malicious ghost’s head away, saying, “This time was an accident, and only this once. Chi You, after this time you get what you want, and I feel good too. How we were before, that’s how we’ll remain. Absolutely nothing will change.”
“Absolutely, absolutely no second time.”
The malicious ghost tugged at his lips, “Of course.”
Chi You was the type to grow tired of the new and discard the old. Whatever he gained, he would easily lose interest—and Jiang Luo was no exception.
Thinking this, the malicious ghost deliberately slowed his actions, thinking himself measured.
But he couldn’t see how desperate and frenzied his movements truly were.
Chi You had once sweated because of Jiang Luo, unable to endure.
In his school apartment, in private rooms, in alleys, in every pair of eyes Jiang Luo used to look at him.
He once thought it was merely the result of his own indulgence.
He could use any means to achieve his goals, control all his desires at will.
But when he truly felt Jiang Luo, Chi You’s mind went blank for a moment.
The friction of the bedding and Jiang Luo’s muffled moans echoed in his ears, drowning out the sound of the sea and irrelevant wind, all turning to fragments.
In that moment, purpose and plans slipped away from the malicious ghost’s mind.
Jiang Luo was burning with fever, so hot—burning maddeningly.
An incomparable pleasure swept through every nerve in the malicious ghost’s body, like a bomb exploding in his brain. The next moment, the black-haired youth enduring pain looked at him in disbelief.
The malicious ghost’s flawless handsome face suddenly darkened like ink.
