Deep in the Act Translator: Kotoni Editor: Cien Quality Check: Isalee First Published on Chaleuria — Chapter 36.2 Justin’s body moved on reflex. He dodged, assuming that Gao Zhun would attack him out of desperation. But he was wrong: Gao Zhun merely turned the blades on his own tie and began cutting away at the silk with weak, shivering hands. Unfortunately, the edges had dulled with age. If not for the weight of the blades, it would have been impossible even to nick the surface of his tie. Justin gaped at him, watching in disbelief as Gao Zhun continued his pathetic struggle with the useless antique in his grasp. “Sir…” Releasing his hold on the tie, Justin leaned forward to try to take the shears out of Gao Zhun’s hands. Yet, the older man hung on to them with every bit of strength left in him, refusing to let go. Unable to tell whether he was stung by guilt or gutted by heartache, Justin hollered in distress, “Sir! Stop cutting!” Gao Zhun’s head shot up in panic. A pair of sculptor’s hands loomed before him, lean and strong, with distinct joints and defined sinews. They seized his shears in a flash, dismantled the blades with ease, and thrust the metal pieces tip-down into the floor with a thud. “Sir…” Justin pressed his lips together in misery and seemed to sniffle a little....Read More
Deep in the Act Translator: Kotoni Editor: Cien Quality Check: Isalee First Published on Chaleuria — Chapter 36.1 Gao Zhun sat at his desk in his office. A collection of Albrecht Dürer sketches lay open on the tabletop before him. There was a sublime beauty to Dürer’s linework, as if each stroke was drawn with the Creator’s divine touch; those hands and medieval pleats had always filled Gao Zhun with wonder and awe. But they appeared dead to him now. He felt as if he had never left Fang Chi’s bedroom – as if he was still pinned to that bed with the full weight of a man on his back…. Pressing down on Gao Zhun, Fang Chi grabbed his arms from his sides and squeezed inwards until his back was forced into a complete arch. Then, latching onto the proffered flesh, Fang Chi began biting at will, lustfully licking without end. All the while, he humped against the body below him, rubbing hard at the sensitive skin between Gao Zhun’s thighs and ass with deliberate, torturous thrusts. It was a most delirious and perverse affair, witnessed only by the creaking mattress and the light glimmering through the curtains. “Fang…” Gao Zhun wanted to speak, but Fang Chi clamped a hand over his mouth at once. Fingers slid down Gao Zhun’s chin and throat to dig into the fine skin on his...Read More
Deep in the Act Translator: Kotoni Editor: Cien Quality Check: Isalee First Published on Chaleuria — Chapter 35.2 Chen Hsin got up early the next day, feeling much better after sleeping for a day and a night. He had just eaten some porridge when he heard the notification tone for an incoming text on his phone. It was a message from Zhang Zhun, containing only a single weblink. Baffled, he opened the link and entered a video-sharing website. A small cartoon TV popped up in the middle of his screen, shaking.1 “What in the world…” In an instant, the buffering ended without warning, and Chen Hsin saw his own face appear onscreen. It took him a while to find the play button. Then, his gut aflutter with an inexplicable sense of expectancy, he started the video. The image of his face moved on the screen, and the young brigand from Galloping Steed came to life. As he darted a casual, dazzling glance over his shoulder into the camera, the music began playing; it was “Love of a Lifetime” by Lowell Lo:2 The past – the present – what is gone will never return Fallen red leaves, long buried in the dust At the beginning – in the end – nothing ever changes Lingering in the sky, you wander beyond the clouds… Chen Hsin’s entire career, spanning across the better half of his...Read More
Deep in the Act Translator: Kotoni Editor: Cien Quality Check: Isalee First Published on Chaleuria — Chapter 35.1 The door closed with a soft thud. Now that they were alone in the room, Zhang Zhun became a little embarrassed all of a sudden. He shook his hand, trying to pull it out of the other man’s grasp. Chen Hsin did not let go; instead, he tugged Zhang Zhun onto the edge of his bed, closer to himself. “I don’t feel too well…” Although Zhang Zhun said nothing, he stilled in response. Wordlessly resting his hand in Chen Hsin’s grip, Zhang Zhun watched as the younger man closed his eyes in contentment. He seemed as if he was drifting to sleep, and Zhang Zhun was more than willing to stay and enjoy this quiet, restful moment with him. Little by little, Chen Hsin pulled their clasped hands under the covers. Zhang Zhun did not think much of the action at first. However, as his hand was dragged deeper and deeper into the bedding, Zhang Zhun realized that something was not quite right. Chen Hsin was naked except for his underwear, and Zhang Zhun found his palm squarely pressed onto the clothed crotch. Chen Hsin even made his hand grind against the flesh underneath. A furious blush burst over Zhang Zhun’s face at once. Embarrassed and indignant, he yelled at the younger man. “Chen...Read More
Deep in the Act Translator: Kotoni Editor: Cien Quality Check: Isalee First Published on Chaleuria — Chapter 34.2 (NSFW) It was past seven by the time they returned to Fang Chi’s apartment. The sky was dim, and a gray haze pervaded the horizon. Bound by some form of tacit understanding, neither man spoke a single word. In the hushed stillness of the room, they undressed themselves and closed the thick curtains. Then, after showering, Fang Chi laid out a single set of covers with a black and white checkered design. Blushing, Gao Zhun dove under them with fresh moisture on his skin. Although it was still early, Fang Chi turned off the lights. As soon as he lay down, Gao Zhun sat up in bed. Fang Chi did not dare to look in his direction; yet, even in the dark, even with his eyes averted, he could still feel Gao Zhun undoing the buttons on his pajamas one by one. The top fell away. Then, lifting his hips, Gao Zhun slipped off his pants as well with a curl of his legs. Clad in nothing but his underwear, he lay down once more and pressed himself to the other man. Fang Chi fixed his gaze on the pitch-black ceiling overhead, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. As expected, Gao Zhun stirred again within seconds. Trembling, he climbed onto Fang...Read More
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