CYNTM CHAPTER 77

In the first corner alone, the competition between Winston, Ciel, and Hunter had the audience holding their breath. Although Hunter was closely tailing Ciel, Owen unexpectedly cut him off at the third major turn, their wheels nearly touching!

Hunter’s lips twitched. He had to admit that Owen’s overtaking maneuver was impressive.

A few laps in, the drivers behind were relentless, with Chen Mobai hot on Hunter’s heels. This expert in braking almost forced Hunter out of the white line at Turn 16.

Fueled by frustration, Hunter was determined to beat the guy whose smile annoyed him.

In the following corners, Chen Mobai’s overtaking attempts were highly threatening, keeping Hunter’s nerves taut like countless tightened strings. Operating at full capacity, Hunter didn’t give Chen Mobai any opportunities.

On the contrary, each overtaking attempt allowed Hunter to better understand Chen Mobai—his techniques and braking control points entered Hunter’s mind like data. Most importantly, this guy could make different overtaking attempts at the same corner. Everything Chen Mobai excelled at would eventually become weapons for Hunter to surpass him!

A few laps later, Hunter was so provoked by this guy that he wanted to run in circles. He finally understood why Winston considered Chen Mobai his only rival after Owen and Ciel.

“Alright then… Winston’s only opponent is me, no one else!”

Hunter once again blocked Chen Mobai’s overtaking attempt at Turn 18. He realized that merely defending against Chen Mobai was futile; this tricky guy should be left to those he overtook!

Ahead, Ciel was being overtaken by Owen. Hunter smirked, mentally giving Ciel the four-finger gesture.

At Turn 7, using a smooth line and the delayed braking technique he had learned from Chen Mobai, Hunter nearly overtook Ciel. Now, Ciel was well-prepared, blocking Hunter’s best lines in the following laps and showcasing strong defensive skills. Ciel was getting faster, clearly aiming to reclaim his position from Owen.

As for Winston, he was in exceptional form today, practically in doomsday rampage mode, leaving Owen behind him gnashing his teeth.

Even the audience could sense the race’s tension, with Sochi’s track seeming full of surprises.

Hunter and Chen Mobai pitted for tire changes. Shen Chuan’s engineering team had improved the pneumatic wrench, achieving a 2.7-second soft tire change, the fastest in this race.

After their pit stops, both drivers maintained their positions, but Chen Mobai’s attacks on Hunter grew increasingly aggressive. Hunter, in turn, relentlessly pursued Ciel, quickly creating a significant gap between himself and Chen Mobai.

At Turn 13, an almost right-angle bend, Hunter ambushed Ciel, making a beautiful half-circle maneuver to intercept him. The audience was astonished as Hunter overtook Ciel and sped away.

Heavens knew how much Hunter wanted to give Ciel the finger, but he estimated that Ciel would get so mad he’d bite it off, so he gave up on that idea.

Hunter went full throttle and laughed inwardly, “May Chen Mobai and Ciel stay happily together until the finish line!”

Up ahead, Owen was in a fierce chase with Winston. Every time Owen overtook Winston, Winston would reclaim the lead within half a lap, driving the audience wild with such high-level competition.

After the race, the audience unanimously agreed that every corner of the Sochi track had been filled with highlights and suspense.

Owen’s attempt to overtake at Turn 2 was unsuccessful, and he followed Winston into the big Turn 3. However, he was caught off guard as Winston held his line while Owen found himself competing with Hunter at the corner’s apex.

Hunter’s braking was extremely bold, with the g-force nearly snapping his neck, but he stayed parallel with Owen after the turn, making the track feel like it was on fire.

Owen gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his line, but Hunter decisively cut in front of him at the exit, leaving Owen behind as he surged toward Winston.

Mr. Cacho in the media booth couldn’t contain his excitement, “Beautiful move!”

Even Owen had to admit that Hunter’s maneuver was exceptionally skilled and executed with lightning reflexes.

Two laps later, Hunter finally caught up to Winston at Turn 3. Having conquered several opponents at this bend, Hunter’s heart raced with excitement.

Winston made no effort to block Hunter’s line, instead relying on his speed and braking to maintain his lead.

Hunter smirked, interpreting Winston’s open invitation to attack as a challenge, “Come on, baby.”

At the sharp Turn 5, Hunter and Winston braked almost simultaneously. In this near-right-angle turn, both cars’ tires screeched against the ground. Winston emerged from the corner slightly ahead again, making Hunter feel as though he was being held down, unable to lift his body.

This intense competition lasted for three laps, with the audience repeatedly gasping at their battles.

Finally, at Turns 13 and 14, Hunter was holding back a surge of energy. Winston’s driving appeared effortless at first glance, but Hunter could sense his mastery of the car and perfect harmony with the track. It wasn’t just driving; it was like an art form, teetering on the edge of control.

Hunter made a daring overtaking move at Turn 13, nearly forcing Winston to the inside of the bend. The air crackled with tension, the heat evaporating any last shred of rationality. In that final moment, Hunter felt he had seized the fleeting opportunity and surged ahead of Winston!

“Oh!” Marcus raised his hands, so excited he nearly jumped up.

But in the next corner, Winston dove straight into the turn, executed a powerful maneuver, and regained the lead as they exited the bend side by side.

Hunter felt Winston’s speed as he roared past, realizing that Winston had anticipated his overtaking move all along. It felt like he had struggled to pin Winston down, only to be immediately outmaneuvered by him.

“Damn it,” Hunter cursed under his breath.

The two cars seemed to go berserk, continually setting new fastest lap times for the race. The track seemed on the verge of splitting under their intense speed.

“It feels like they’re flirting…” Mr. Cacho suddenly remarked.

“Huh?” Audrey Wilson glanced over at him.

“It’s a battle of tongues, each trying to assert dominance and then bask in the thrill of the other’s reaction due to their own skill.” Cacho rubbed his chin. “Don’t write that in your column. I’m just kidding.”

As the two cars entered the final straight, they charged forward with the speed of bursting engines, dragging the world’s attention with them, as if to tear the track apart.

They crossed the finish line with a narrow margin, Winston leading Hunter by less than half a car length.

“Phew!” Marcus finally exhaled.

Hunter felt the red blur of Winston’s car right beside him, the sensation of racing neck and neck making his heart feel like it might explode.

Winston reached out a hand toward Hunter, and Hunter extended his arm in return. At that moment, the distance between them seemed to vanish completely, the air around them rendered unnecessary.

Hunter imagined Winston’s fingers clasping his own, feeling his fingertips, his palm, making him want to jump out of the car and hug him tightly.

I finally got to race closely with you!

Standing on the podium, Hunter flashed his signature smile. He was genuinely happy, despite being just short of beating Winston. The joy was undeniable.

This wasn’t Winston’s first race win, but his usual “this is no big deal, why are you making such a fuss” expression was replaced with a gentle smile.

Hunter felt Winston’s hand gripping his shoulder almost painfully.

Ciel finished in third place, while Chen Mobai of Lotus surprisingly took fourth, instead of Owen. The second-place points moved Hunter up to fourth in the overall standings, a position his team had never achieved before.

After the race, it was time for media interviews, but Ferrari couldn’t find Winston, and Marcus was also wondering where Hunter had disappeared to!

“Maybe he went somewhere to smoke?” suggested the PR assistant.

“Smoke! He doesn’t have a smoking habit and only takes a few puffs before a race!”

“Maybe he’s in the restroom?” said the technical officer.

“For half an hour?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Did he fall in?”

“Kissing a pretty girl?” guessed assistant engineer Amanda.

“Why wouldn’t he be kissing you? Aren’t you the prettiest girl in the engineering team?”

“That actually makes sense. I can’t argue with that…”

At that moment, Hunter was being kissed by Winston so intensely that he could barely breathe. His tongue felt scorched, and Hunter suspected Winston was about to crush him and integrate him into his body.

Hunter had been merely passing by a staff-only workspace when someone suddenly grabbed his mouth from behind and pulled him into the room.

When the door locked behind them, he crashed into a row of cleaning supplies. The falling mop and bucket had a dramatic crash, but someone blocked his way, pulled him into their arms, and began kissing him passionately.

The way Winston’s tongue curled and the unabashed intensity of his sucking made it obvious to Hunter who the other person was, even without opening his eyes.

In the past, such a surge of emotions would have frightened Hunter, but now he only felt ecstatic. He knew that just as he was overjoyed that he and Winston had finally reached the same level, Winston was also uncontrollably excited that he had finally come to his side.

A mere kiss in return seemed to drive Winston wild. He lifted Hunter up and slammed him against the wall, disregarding the fallen cleaning supplies.

The kiss grew more passionate. They pleased each other in the dark room, oblivious to everything outside the door.

When their intense passion finally subsided, they embraced and caught their breath.

Hunter kissed Winston’s cheek. Winston tightened his embrace and asked in a hoarse voice, “Do you really want to do it here?”

“If you want to, you’ll need to figure out how to carry me out,” Hunter replied with a mischievous smile.

“Then let’s not mess around anymore.” Winston buried his head into Hunter’s neck, his heartbeat still raging like wild waves, unable to calm down.

Hunter held him and suddenly remembered how thrilled Winston had been the last time he was right behind his car. The man had even fantasized about pleasuring himself in the race’s restroom.

The phone that had fallen to the ground was vibrating pitifully, displaying Marcus’s number.

Hunter silently cursed to himself, “Oh no,” and bent down to pick it up.

“Hello, Marcus…”

“Where the hell have you been! You’re only answering the phone now!”

Hunter could imagine the expression on Marcus’s face without even seeing it.

“I got lost…” Hunter gave an excuse that even he found ridiculous.

At that moment, Winston continued kissing his cheek and ear while cleaning off what was left on him and helping him put his pants back on.

“Lost? Why don’t you just say you fainted and were taken away in an ambulance!”

Hey, that’s actually a good excuse. Why didn’t I think of that earlier?

“Go ahead.”

After leaving the room, Hunter found himself unexpectedly nostalgic for the narrow space where he could barely move.

When Hunter finally rushed to Marcus, the media interviews were already halfway through. Despite Hunter’s noteworthy performance in the race, Mr. Marcus, the team manager, wore a disgruntled expression.

Hunter had been worried that reporters might criticize him for being late, but to his surprise, they were quite patient. The reason was that Mr. Cacho, who was conducting the interviews, had said, “I heard that the Ferrari team can’t find Vann Winston either. Perhaps they are sharing experiences and celebrating their reunion on the track.”

As a veteran media figure and F1 expert commentator, Mr. Cacho held significant influence in the media world.

Mr. Cacho, representing the media present, asked the first question, “You took more than half an hour. It seems your exchange with Winston was very in-depth and thorough?”

Although it was a half-joking question to lighten the mood, Hunter’s face flushed red. The media captured this moment, and fans were sure to start buzzing with excitement.

After the interview, Hunter learned that drivers from other teams were disappointed that he didn’t manage to overtake Winston.

That night, Hunter leaned against the headboard of the bed, texting with Donald and Owen while Winston, next to him, was reading a stream-of-consciousness novel so obscure it would put Hunter to sleep with just one glance.

Donald: Hey, Hunter, couldn’t you have gone just half a second faster?

Hunter: Huh? You didn’t even make it into the top five. What does it matter to you if I win the race?

Owen: If I had known you were the biggest threat to Winston, I would have given you more room and helped you block the others.

Hunter: Eh?

Owen: Ciel is throwing up next to me again. He said if he’d known, he would have let you win and not fought with you.

Hunter thought the tone of the messages was quite strange.

He nudged Winston with his knee. “Wow! Winston! You said you’re unpopular with the other drivers, but it seems like everyone’s hoping I’ll beat you!”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve won so many times they’re hoping you’ll shake things up,” Winston replied.

Hunter blinked. “Are you complimenting me?”

“Or am I being narcissistic?” Winston moved closer to Hunter and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Hunter had expected the kiss to last longer, but it ended quickly.

Then, Winston took the phone from Hunter’s hand.

Hunter knew that Winston was always unhappy about him chatting with Owen, but taking his phone without a word was really annoying.

“Hey—don’t steal my phone!” Hunter turned his body, reaching out with his arm, but Winston mercilessly tossed the phone onto the bedside table. It slid across the diagonal of the table, nearly falling to the floor.

“Alright, I won’t steal your phone. I’ll steal you instead.”

“Huh? Steal me?”

Hunter suddenly realized that Winston’s other hand had somehow slipped in.

“Ah! Don’t grab around!”

“I’m not grabbing around.”

Hunter was flipped over, and he was genuinely worried that their bed would end up like the one in his apartment.

 

The next morning, there were still media activities, but Hunter buried his head under the covers, pretending he couldn’t hear the phone’s frantic ringing.

Winston sat beside him, gently playing with his hair.

“Hunter, it’s time to get up.”

“There’s no one under the covers!” Hunter grumbled.

“Oh, really? Should I pull off the blanket and try again?”

Hunter’s ears immediately turned red, remembering how his inner thighs were burning from the friction yesterday.

“I’m not getting up.” Hunter pulled the covers tighter.

“Oh, what’s the matter?” Winston’s voice was soft, making Hunter’s ears tickle.

“I got up yesterday!”

Winston’s lips curved into a rounded arc as he kissed him through the quilt.

Unfortunately, Hunter was eventually pulled out of bed by the PR manager and several assistants sent by Marcus.

The media activities went on for a long time and only ended before dinner.

Yawning, Hunter received a text from Donald: Hunter, tonight’s bunny girl party’s location has been sent to your phone. This is a one-time event. Don’t miss it!

Hunter rubbed his eyes, thinking he must have read it wrong.

This Donald guy has really stepped up his game! He’s hosting a bunny girl party!

Hunter was so excited that he grabbed his phone and spun around Shen Xi three times.

“Hunter, what’s up?”

“I’m going to a really fun party tonight!” Hunter said, pressing on Shen Xi’s shoulder.

“Really fun? Are we all going?”

“No, no, no, just me!”

“Hunter… I think your brain is broken,” Shen Xi said.

“Anyone’s brain is broken compared to a genius like you!”

Hunter ran off, and as he reached the corridor door, he remembered something and sent Winston a text: Donald invited me to a bunny girl party. I really want to go. I promise not to mess around!

Then Hunter felt a bit nervous, wondering if Winston would let him go.

It turned out his worry was unnecessary. Less than ten seconds later, Winston replied: Have fun.

“Ah? Have fun?”

Hunter tilted his head, suddenly feeling like he wasn’t being taken seriously. Was Winston too trusting of him, or had his status fallen?

But… who cares!

Bunny girl party! Bunny girl party!

I’m coming!

Hunter arrived at the hotel Donald mentioned. The hotel looked quite new. As soon as Hunter walked through the door, the doorman greeted him warmly and escorted him to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Hunter called Donald, “Hey! I’m here! Open the door!”

He remembered the last pool party and thought the girls from the Sauber team had good figures.

When the door opened, the room was completely dark.

Hunter hesitated. Was Donald playing a prank on him?

“Surprise!”

The moment the lights came on, Donald’s face appeared, leaving Hunter stunned!

The man in front of him was wearing a black skin-tight outfit, the muscle lines from his shoulders to his waist were incredibly defined. Unfortunately, Hunter couldn’t appreciate it. His lower half was also in black leather pants, which Hunter thought looked rather foxy.

Looking up, he saw that Donald was wearing two fluffy rabbit ears. Hunter couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Donald… what… what are you doing!”

“Dressing up as a bunny girl!” Donald had an expression that said “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice.”

“Don’t tell me the Sauber team’s bunny girl party… is just you dressed like this?” Hunter had a bad premonition.

“This isn’t the Sauber team’s party; it’s a party specifically for you.” Donald clapped his hands and the room behind him suddenly lit up.

Donald turned around, and Hunter noticed a bunny tail attached to his leather pants, making him feel like his world was collapsing.

“Welcome to the Bunny Kingdom. Hunter, today you are the king.”

Owen’s teasing voice sounded, and Hunter looked at the guy dressed exactly like Donald—a tight black outfit, leather pants, and bunny ears—and felt like he had entered the wrong world.

“What… what do you want? What king…” Hunter felt like he was going to stutter again.

“The bunny girl party! Baby, we’re all your bunny girls!” Owen spread his arms, ready to hug Hunter.

Hunter felt like he must be dreaming. As his chin rested on Owen’s shoulder, he was horrified to find that even Ciel was wearing bunny ears.

Sitting on the bed were other drivers, all dressed in bunny costumes. There was Penny from Renault, Duchovny from McLaren, Colt from Williams, Maiden from Force India… almost all the top fifteen drivers from the race were there.

“You… you all have fun… I… I…”

Hunter felt like he must be dreaming and needed someone to give him a hard kick.

“Do you know why everyone was fighting so hard to get ahead in this race?” Ciel asked with a fierce tone.

“To win the championship!”

Wasn’t that the obvious answer?

“It’s because Winston said that if he won this race, everyone would have to dress up as bunny girls and throw you a party!” Ciel looked like he was going to break down.

Hunter was dumbfounded. He hadn’t taken Winston’s earlier comment about a bunny girl party seriously, but now… it couldn’t be more real!

But this wasn’t the bunny girl party he wanted!

He saw bunnies, but they were all male bunnies!

“You know, if you had pushed a bit harder and beaten Winston, we wouldn’t have had to do this!” Penny spoke up.

Penny, a veteran in Formula 1, was usually low-profile, but even he was involved in this ridiculous situation.

“You… you guys could have just ignored him!” Hunter was speechless.

“Ignored him? He sent us all an email! He said if he lost, he’d wear bunny ears and take photos for everyone!” Donald said with a laugh.

Hunter knew Donald would accept the challenge because he had no limits! He wouldn’t care about wearing bunny ears and a bunny tail, and if Winston didn’t win, he’d get photos of Winston in bunny ears!

Owen loved to stir up trouble, and Ciel was absolutely the type who couldn’t resist a challenge… As for the others, they probably shared Donald’s mindset.

But seeing all these “muscular” bunnies was killing the aesthetic.

“What about Winston…” Hunter asked.

Wasn’t the instigator supposed to be present?

“He said if he came, you wouldn’t enjoy it,” Donald said.

But the problem was… Winston wouldn’t enjoy this either, given all these muscular men!

“Since you’re here, you should enjoy it!”

Owen pulled out a pair of bunny ears from somewhere and placed them on Hunter’s head.

“Hey… I don’t want to wear this…”

Before Hunter could finish, Ciel held him down.

The others gathered around Hunter, and Owen somehow got a selfie stick, extended it, and took a picture with a click. He then took back his phone and sent the photo.

“Hey! Who are you sending it to?”

“To Winston!” Owen replied with a grin.

“No!” Hunter tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Next, he was lifted up and thrown onto the bed.

“What… what are you going to do!” Hunter was dumbfounded.

“You’re the bunny king, so you have to sit on the king’s throne!”

Clearly, Owen was the instigator of this whole mess.

Meanwhile, Donald was about to untie the bow tie at his collar, his smile giving Hunter goosebumps.

“What… what are you going to do?”

“We’re taking turns doing a striptease for you!” Donald stroked the stubble on his chin and struck the Marilyn Monroe pose. “Aren’t I sexy?”

“Sexy my foot!”

Hunter scrambled to get up.

At this point, Owen was kneeling next to Hunter with a grin even more unsettling than Donald’s. “Now that you’re here, enjoy it! Where else will you find such a special bunny girl party!”

Owen was about to lift the hem of his tight outfit, revealing the strong waistline of a racer.

Hunter thought that if this continued, he’d develop a psychological aversion to bunny girl parties!

He turned to kick Owen away, but this guy dodged and stood there laughing.

The others then climbed up and surrounded Hunter, leaving him no place to hide.

“Alright! We’re not Winston. We’re not going to do anything to you! Can’t you have some fun like us with bunny ears?” Owen said, leaning against Hunter.

At this moment, Donald’s teammate came in with beer. “Drink up everyone! It’s fine to open the ’82 Lafite too! It’s all on Winston’s tab!”

“Always being crushed by him! This time we’re drinking it all back!”

Hunter finally believed this was a party and not just some new prank on him.

He reached out for a beer, but Ciel immediately stopped him, “Brat, what are you doing with beer! Drink some milk!”

Everyone laughed.

“Yeah, I suddenly realized that Hunter is the youngest among us!”

“So he gets the most pampering!”

Hunter’s face was twisted with anger, and he was about to snatch Owen’s beer when the other man dodged him.

“No way! Hunter isn’t twenty-one yet!”

“This isn’t America!”

“Drinking isn’t good for growth! Hunter can still grow taller!”

“Being taller means more weight in the car! This height is just right!” Hunter desperately tried to grab the beer, but Ciel kept him restrained.

“Can’t you just behave for once?”

“Hahaha, because we all promised Winston that we wouldn’t let you drink. That was his condition for not coming to see us make fools of ourselves in person,” Owen said.

“A group of male bunnies and no beer—what kind of party is this!”

Hunter’s frustration reached its peak.

“Don’t be in a hurry! The female bunnies are here!”

Owen clapped his hands, and at that moment, another door of the suite opened. Several tall, blonde Russian beauties walked in, carrying various soft drinks.

Hunter’s eyes went wide.

“Beer is off-limits, but you’re free to have as much soda as you want!” Owen patted Hunter’s shoulder comfortingly.

Hunter wept with joy; this was the real bunny girl experience!

“You can look, drool, and daydream, but no touching!” Owen reminded him.

It was clearly another one of Winston’s ridiculous rules!

“Can’t I even touch the bunny ears or tail?” Hunter asked with a disappointed look.

Not allowed to touch the ears or tail either?

“Well… Donald, could you text Winston and ask him?” Owen said with a grin.

At that moment, Hunter suddenly realized that this “bunny girl party” was Winston’s way of asserting his dominance in the industry!

Hunter felt as though he would never be able to have fun and enjoy himself again.

The king-size bed was their seating area, and everyone huddled together to watch the voluptuous and beautiful Russian women perform various mesmerizing acts.

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The author has something to say:

Winston: Hmm, I gained some experience for a wedding party.

Hunter: Male bunnies…?

Winston: Yes.

Hunter: Maybe we shouldn’t get married then…