Chapter 19 - Parallel Lines

Translator's Note:

Hello, I hope you've all been doing well.

Here you go, and I wish you a good read.

And, as I said before, if you wish to read ahead, you can head over to my Patreon to get early access to all the translated chapters.

This was no time to retreat—not for a man like Shuai Zhaomin. Especially not when his arousal had already been stoked to the point of no return. Tengshe's clumsy technique may have left much to be desired, but it was more than enough to ignite his desire.

 

"You've never done this for Fitch, have you?" The question left Shuai Zhaomin's lips without thought, cutting through the sultry air like a blade. Tengshe's body tensed beneath him.

 

"Would I need to?" The words were icy, the heat in the room dropping several degrees with them. "I'm still waiting to witness your so-called expertise, Attorney Shuai."

 

Goddamn this lustful snake! Shuai Zhaomin swore to himself—if he didn't overpower Tengshe tonight, he'd never live it down.

 

"Ugh!" A sharp gasp escaped Tengshe as Shuai Zhaomin bit down on one of his nipples. The pressure was just enough to straddle the line between pain and pleasure.

 

Shuai Zhaomin's actions were far from gentle—deliberately rough, almost comically so. Even with his heightened sensitivity due to the drug's effects, Tengshe maintained just enough composure to relish Shuai Zhaomin's growing loss of control.

 

Shuai Zhaomin's warm, wet tongue traced the faint teeth marks he had left behind, circling the edges before flicking the tip. Tengshe's chest rose and fell erratically, his labored breaths brushing hotly against Shuai Zhaomin's head. The guttural sounds from his throat had an inexplicable charm that Shuai Zhaomin found oddly endearing.

 

A sense of triumph bloomed in Shuai Zhaomin as he chuckled quietly. Removing his glasses, he pressed himself against Tengshe's sculpted physique, trailing a trail of kisses down the man's body. Every muscle was perfectly defined, like a masterpiece of sculpture. Shuai Zhaomin had always admired such forms.

 

Each kiss was light, with the occasional flick of his tongue teasing the trembling, taut muscles beneath. The smooth texture of Tengshe's skin, combined with the intense heat and sheer power contained within, only to be laid bare and surrendered, stirred something primal within Shuai Zhaomin.

 

A firm push on his shoulder made Shuai Zhaomin pause and look up from Tengshe's toned abdomen. His narrowed eyes met the hazy, flame-filled gaze of reddish-brown staring back at him. Despite the blurred focus, the lustful fire and mischievous intent inside were unmistakable.

 

"Attorney Shuai, could we skip to the main point already? This isn't a courtroom; there's no need to obscure the heart of the matter with unnecessary formalities."

 

"You're so damn annoying…" Shuai Zhaomin clicked his tongue in irritation before leaning down to bite Tengshe's waist. The pained groan he elicited was deeply satisfying.

 

The sound was like velvet, caressing his ears and sending shivers down his spine.

 

Still, Tengshe wasn't wrong. With swift determination, Shuai Zhaomin tugged down Tengshe's trousers. He barely had time to react as Tengshe's erection sprang free, nearly hitting him in the face. A wave of embarrassment flushed his cheeks bright red.

 

Damn it! Even though he'd seen it before, the sheer size still bruised his ego. Its shape was exquisite, its color deep and commanding, the ridged crown accentuated by the slick fluid dripping from the tip—a vivid crimson beneath.

 

The thick veins along its length throbbed visibly with Tengshe's pulse, each subtle motion a testament to its overwhelming vitality.

 

Cautiously, Shuai Zhaomin extended his tongue, tasting the slightly bitter essence that spread across his palate. The heat pooled in his lower abdomen ignited into a blazing inferno, obliterating all rational thought.

 

Gripping the scorching hardness in his palm, he meticulously traced circles around the smooth tip with his tongue, focusing on the ridge surrounding the head. Each time he neared the slit leaking fluid, he deliberately avoided it, brushing only the edges before retreating. Back and forth, his hand became slick with the growing wetness.

 

"Ah… Mm…" Tengshe's husky moans grew closer, almost brushing against Shuai Zhaomin's crown. He had sat up, pressing his face into Shuai Zhaomin's soft black hair. His large, calloused hand reached down, stroking the line of Shuai Zhaomin's back through the thin fabric of his shirt.

 

The thickness in his grasp throbbed violently, nearly slipping from his hold. It was only then that Shuai Zhaomin took the head into his mouth, grazing the tender flesh with his teeth and sucking hard.

 

"Ugh…" The hand on his back clenched suddenly, the sharp pain searing through Shuai Zhaomin's otherwise blank mind.

 

He continued to take more of Tengshe's weighty length into his mouth, pushing until it nearly touched his throat before pulling back, and repeating the motion. Tengshe abruptly held his head still, forcing him to stay down as the tip pressed against the back of his throat. The pressure made Shuai Zhaomin gag, his protests muffled against Tengshe's member.

 

"Mmh…" His muffled groans of displeasure fell on deaf ears. Tengshe's beard scratched against Shuai Zhaomin's flushed skin as he kissed and bit along the nape of his neck, leaving vivid red marks in his wake.

 

The thin material of Shuai Zhaomin's sweater strained audibly before tearing apart. Cool air rushed over his heated, sweat-slicked back, making him shudder violently. His hands clamped down hard on Tengshe's waist as if to steady himself.

 

This was chaos—a ridiculous farce. Yet neither could bring themselves to stop.

 

Tengshe's broad hands slipped beneath Shuai Zhaomin's pants, kneading the firm flesh of his round buttocks with enough force to leave visible indentations.

 

In this room, there were no longer two men—only two untamed beasts.

 

Who would take control?

 

It would undoubtedly be a battle of dominance. First to strike, first to win. This was no time for pleasantries. Neither Shuai Zhaomin nor Tengshe was the type to yield, and their bodies, already feverish and entangled, began to wrestle.

 

Yes, wrestle.

 

"Mr. Brelini, I thought you said to take my time," Shuai Zhaomin gritted out. Damn it! He knew this snake would never keep his word! Wasn't he supposed to be drugged? Where did all this strength come from?

 

Pinned beneath Tengshe at first, their rigid, slick erections rubbed together, stoking the boiling heat between them.

 

"If you're taking your time, I just have to put in more effort. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," Tengshe said with a smirk.

 

Just as Tengshe lifted himself to speak, Shuai Zhaomin twisted, knocking away his supporting arm and flipping their positions.

 

Their clothes were long gone—torn, discarded, or hanging in tatters. Shuai Zhaomin's pale, sinewy frame contrasted sharply with Tengshe's golden, muscular build. Though not as imposing, Shuai Zhaomin's physique was lithe and supple, every line of muscle honed to perfection.

 

Beautiful, like a predator from the feline family. Tengshe teased him, letting out a low whistle. "Attorney Shuai, you're quite the feast for the eyes."

 

"Sorry, but you've misused that phrase again*," Shuai Zhaomin quipped, lips curling in a smirk.

 

[T/N: The phrase "秀色可餐" is typically used to describe someone or something so beautiful that it could metaphorically "satisfy one's hunger". It's most often applied to women or in poetic contexts, rarely used to describe men in a non-humorous or non-ironic way. Thus, Shaomin refused to be qualified with such "praise".]

 

The two locked hands, each straining to overpower the other.

 

Their surroundings bore the brunt of their battle. The sofa had flipped, the carpet bunched into an unrecognizable heap. A vase lay shattered on the ground, flowers limply draping over the edge of the cabinet. Even the heavy marble coffee table had shifted a good half-meter. Nothing remained in its rightful place.

 

"I thought you were drugged…" Shuai Zhaomin muttered, catching his breath for the umpteenth time as he straddled Tengshe's chest. His black hair clung to his sweat-drenched forehead.

 

"I am. That's why I need your help," Tengshe replied, his crimson-brown eyes gleaming with mischief as he chuckled low. His thick waist bucked upwards, causing Shuai Zhaomin to falter.

 

As his hands were freed, Tengshe didn't immediately seize control. Instead, he laughed. "If you're tired, why not leave it all to me?"

 

"Why don't you go entertain yourself in the bathroom? Turn the faucet to the left—cold water," Shuai Zhaomin shot back, planting a hand on Tengshe's heaving chest as he exhaled heavily.

 

It was the first time foreplay alone had left him drenched in sweat and utterly drained. If this were anyone other than Tengshe Brelini, Shuai Zhaomin might have chosen to collapse against the strong, warm chest beneath him and rest where his teeth marks already branded the skin.

 

Sweat trickled from his forehead, dripping onto Tengshe's honey-gold chest and mingling with his. Under the soft yellow light, the sheen of their combined perspiration glimmered like molten gold.

 

"That would be so dull," Tengshe mused, his voice low and unhurried. Though the effects of the drug had waned, the insistent itch deep within him remained. Still, he seemed content not to move further.

 

The sensation of skin against skin was surprisingly comfortable. Shuai Zhaomin's body had an unexpectedly pleasing texture—firm, resilient, and captivating in its own way, even if it lacked Fitch's silken softness.

 

A soft snort broke the silence. Shuai Zhaomin laughed, his glasses long gone. Without them, his face lost its usual sharpness and restraint, his narrowed black eyes lending him a touch of endearing charm. Tengshe chuckled in return.

 

"I…" Shuai Zhaomin began, only to be interrupted by a deafening crash as the door slammed open.

 

"Master!" The voice, sweet as syrup, carried a quivering note of distress that could only belong to one person.

 

"Your savior's here," Shuai Zhaomin muttered. "The bed's over there—knock yourself out. I couldn't care less." He pushed himself upright but hadn't even located the boy when he was shoved aside with alarming force, nearly toppling over the overturned sofa.

 

Fuck! Was that shove really necessary? Didn't he just get up and give up his seat? What the hell?!

 

"Master! I'm sorry! Are you alright?" That honeyed voice wavered with sobs, pitiful and nasal. Even without his glasses, Shuai Zhaomin could guess the boy's pretty face was likely streaked with tears.

 

It was as if he had already destroyed Teng She's little anus. If he truly had, Shuai Zhaomin thought, he'd be lighting a post-coital cigarette right now, watching Fitch's meltdown with morbid amusement.

 

Thankfully, his glasses, placed earlier on the marble table, hadn't been crushed during the scuffle. As soon as he put them on, a flash of movement caught his eye. Something was swinging toward him, and Shuai Zhaomin quickly stepped back to avoid it. Another punch followed, which he caught mid-swing.

 

"You lowlife! How dare you lay your hands on Master! I won't let you off!" Fitch glared at him, eyes swollen and red with tears, before attempting to kick him.

 

"Who laid hands on whom?" Shuai Zhaomin arched an eyebrow. Despite the boy's clear training in combat, his technique was clumsy and rushed. With ease, Shuai Zhaomin caught Fitch's ankle and flipped him to the floor. "If we're being technical, I'm the victim here."

 

"How dare you! Master would never lay hands on someone like you! Master only has me!" Fitch thrashed on the ground, his namber eyes brimming with tears as they shot daggers at Shuai Zhaomin.

 

"Only you?" Shuai Zhaomin's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced toward Tengshe. The man's red-brown eyes glinted with amusement. "That's none of my business."

 

The room was warm with central heating, but the open floor-to-ceiling windows let in a chill. Shuai Zhaomin wasn't fond of remaining naked in front of others. Tossing Fitch's leg aside, he swiftly dressed. Tengshe, on the other hand, only bothered to pull on a pair of jeans, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he looked down at the boy with indifference.

 

It was strange... Shuai Zhaomin hadn't noticed before, but the more he observed, the more out of place it felt. Whether as a master and subordinate, a lover, or something else entirely, why did Tengshe's gaze toward Fitch seem so utterly detached?

 

Not love. Not disdain. Nothing at all.

 

"She."

 

The three pairs of eyes in the room turned toward the doorway, where a woman dressed in pristine white stood with a petite girl beside her. Her violet eyes glittered with a hint of malice as she surveyed the scene.

 

"Sara," Tengshe drawled, taking a long drag from his cigarette. "Your gift was rather... extravagant. Could it be you missed me that much?" His fingers idly toyed with Fitch's golden hair as the boy clung to his leg.

 

"I told you Fitch wasn't suitable," Sara replied coldly, a faint scoff escaping her lips as her gaze narrowed. Beside her, the girl pointed at Fitch and giggled softly.

 

Exhaling a stream of smoke tinged faintly with purple, Tengshe shrugged. "I don't need helpers. Whatever I want, I'll take for myself."

 

"I'm no longer the little girl from ten years ago. Isn't that excuse getting old?" Sara's crimson lips curved slightly as she stepped forward, the light catching her snow-white skin. "Are you seeking redemption or revenge?"

 

"Sara, you've grown up." Tengshe's hand moved from Fitch's hair to his slender neck, his fingers lightly brushing the pale skin. "I'm afraid I don't understand your question. How unfortunate."

 

"Is that so?"

 

"Excuse me," Shuai Zhaomin interjected, knowing full well the timing was inappropriate but fearing he'd lose the chance if he didn't speak up. "May I go home now?"

 

He still wasn't entirely sure why he mattered in all this. But without an outsider present, wouldn't the siblings have an easier time pulling out guns to settle their differences?

Last Chapter | TOC | Next Chapter

 

❧ Join Bella Novels' Newsletter by clicking here ↫ and
receive an email for each New Update -͙✧˖*°࿐