He was wearing a fitted suit, with a youthful appearance, but his muscle content was not low.
The accountant sat down opposite Hunter without saying a word, waiting for Mr. Narita’s people to come and assist them.
After a few minutes, footsteps could be heard in the hallway.
The wooden door was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in.
“Hunter.”
Hunter made a soft sound as he shifted his face to the side, his thoughts having already wandered to another realm. When the other person stood in front of him and knelt on one knee, he squinted his eyes, cocked his head back, and followed them.
Hunter extended his finger and poked the other person’s cheek, then chuckled foolishly. “Bunny girl… Why are you here? How did you come? Are you my bunny girl? Why does it seem like… like… Winston?”
“You’re drunk,” Winston said, reaching out to support Hunter’s leaning face and hold him up. Hunter mischievously shifted all his weight onto Winston’s palm.
His bangs hung down, partially covering his eyes, which were so bright but filled with confusion.
He seemed to notice a subtle movement in the other man’s attractive Adam’s apple, so he reached out again, his restless fingers touching the man’s neck as if confirming something.
The man tilted his chin, offering his neck as if in surrender, allowing Hunter’s fingers to roam freely.
“Winston… How come you’re here?”
Despite the fact that Hunter’s thoughts were completely clouded, his words unexpectedly flowed easily.
“Didn’t you text me asking me to come to sleep with you?”
Winston, still holding Hunter’s cheek, gently brushed his thumb across the seam of his lips.
“Mmm…” Hunter closed his eyes, seemingly pondering seriously. After about ten seconds, he just smirked and retorted, “Did I?”
“You did,” Winston replied.
“Hehe… hehe…” Hunter burst into laughter. His tongue slid along the seam of his lips, and just as Winston’s fingertip was about to leave the corner of his mouth, his soft tongue grazed his fingertip.
At that moment, the gaze of the man in front of him completely dimmed.
Hunter shrugged his shoulders, smiling even more triumphantly. His mouth formed the words: “Come on, baby.”
“I’m not a bunny girl,” Winston’s voice sounded hoarse.
Hunter shook himself and reached out to tug on Winston’s ear. “Look… the bunny ears are here…”
At that moment, Mr. Narita’s two assistants returned and were momentarily stunned when they saw Winston.
“I was just about to send Mr. Vince back,” one of them explained.1I am assuming that Mr Vince is the accountant.
Without hesitation, Winston scooped up Hunter, who was still sitting in his original spot. He supported Hunter’s legs with one hand and held his back with the other as if a doting father carrying his son to the park.
Vince, who sat there dumbfounded, pointed in the direction Winston was leaving and stuttered, “Th-th-that’s a monster… I couldn’t even move him… How did he suddenly lift Hunter up… Hurry, go after them!”
The two assistants couldn’t make sense of Vince’s unclear speech.
Winston strode away, his long legs moving effortlessly, and Hunter, almost weightless, swayed with his every step. Hunter lowered his head in confusion, gazing at Winston’s forehead and prominent nose.
“I was just… at the bunny girl party… Marcus… Donald… Luke, and McGrady… we were all having a wild time…” Hunter reached out and wrapped his arms around Winston’s neck, softly laying his chin on top of his head.
Winston had arrived at the sports car, but instead of putting Hunter inside, he tilted his head up to look at him.
“If it wasn’t an illusion, you wouldn’t have just seduced me, right?” Winston asked, looking into Hunter’s eyes.
Hunter squinted his eyes again and spoke in a very serious tone, “Wrong! It’s not seduction… it’s… revenge!”
“Revenge for what?” Winston asked softly.
“Who are you?” Hunter asked, squinting his eyes. “It seems like you really are… Winston…”
Once more, he started to feel Winston’s head for something.
“I am Winston. I don’t have bunny ears,” Winston replied calmly.
“Oh, you’re Winston! Then… then I want revenge for the things you said to me… the things you did… you messed up my mind!”
“Like what?”
“Like… like…” Hunter exerted great effort to remember, but he genuinely couldn’t recall because his brain couldn’t process anything.
“It’s okay if you can’t remember, but you should exact your revenge on me a hundredfold now.”
Winston still held him, cradling him high, and his arms showed no tremor. His gaze made it seem like Hunter was an ideal that was both unattainable and longed for.
“Will you resent me?” Hunter asked, tilting his head.
The strands of hair on his forehead fell again as if being engulfed by the city lights.
“No,” Winston’s voice remained light as if tempting him to do something secretive yet immensely sinful.
Suddenly, Hunter lowered his head, and his lips touched Winston’s forehead.
He could feel the man supporting him suddenly stiffen.
He made him nervous.
This sense of accomplishment made Hunter bolder.
He chuckled and went to kiss Winston’s eyes, mischievously extending his tongue to tease the other’s eyelashes. Winston suppressed his breath, tilting his face upward as if surrendering himself completely to this arrogant young man.
“What do you like most about me?” Winston asked softly.
“The eyes,” Hunter replied with a silly smile, continuing to plant pecks on his eyelids.
“Why do you like them?”
“Because… they’re like burning blue… blue… glaciers…” Hunter’s head shook.
“This is different from what you said to Nicky. Which description is true? Which one is false?” Winston asked again.
“N-Nicky… who is that?” Hunter countered.
“You really know how to please me. Knowing that I don’t like you remembering other men, so you deliberately act as if your mind is blank?”
“Mmm… mmm…”
The drunken excitement seemed to be fading away. Hunter drooped his head, almost tilting it backward.
But Winston lifted Hunter upward, giving him a slight jolt, determined to bring him back to the present moment, at least momentarily.
“Mmm…” Hunter couldn’t resist and opened his eyes, looking at Winston.
“Kiss me, Hunter. Kiss me, and I’ll believe that every word you say is true. I’ll let you sleep peacefully.”
Hunter furrowed his brow, pressing his cheek against Winston’s, but he wasn’t sure where to kiss. Suddenly, Winston turned his head and sealed their lips together, his tongue forcefully intruding into Hunter’s mouth, sucking without restraint.
The overwhelming force made Hunter’s head tilt back. Winston placed him on the hood of the Ferrari, gripping his head tightly. It was as if a parched traveler on the brink of death had finally found water, and all the moisture between Hunter’s lips and tongue was plundered by the other.
The domineering aura caused Hunter to instinctively push against this man.
As if angered, the kiss became even more aggressive, like the prelude to a brutal war. The turbulent intensity left Hunter helpless and vulnerable in both body and mind.
Winston withdrew from his lips, gripping his neck and kissing his chin as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Voices could be heard nearby; someone was approaching to retrieve the car.
Winston stepped back, exhaling a breath.
Hunter finally got what he wanted and closed his eyes, leaning forward and resting his forehead against Winston’s chest, breathing calmly.
Winston clenched his fists at his sides, as if afraid that any movement would prompt him to impulsively destroy the trust of this fool who slept so peacefully in his arms.
It wasn’t until Hunter began sliding downward along Winston’s body, seemingly about to fall off the hood of the car, that Winston reached out and caught him.
He lifted him up and placed him in the passenger seat, fastening the seatbelt.
Hunter remained defenseless, his head tilted to the side and his eyes closed as if anyone could easily possess him.
Winston kissed him once again, licking his lips, pecking at the corners, and eventually giving in to the temptation to invade his mouth with his tongue.
Hunter let out a soft hum.
Winston pressed his forehead against Hunter’s temple, and asked in a voice that seemed to have been squeezed through his teeth, “Can I have you?”
But Hunter simply tilted his head, finding a more comfortable position to sleep in.
Winston pulled his lips together in a gentle chuckle and dipped his head.
The black Ferrari cruised through the night breeze.
Tokyo at night was adorned with neon lights and LED screens of various colors, transforming the city into a vibrant spectacle.
The car came to a stop at an intersection. Winston turned his head to the side, his fingers lightly playing with Hunter’s hair. Unable to resist, he slipped his hand underneath Hunter’s head, lifting him up and passionately kissing him, even though only a few seconds remained.
Approaching midnight, Winston finally arrived at the hotel where Hunter was staying.
He took Hunter out of the car and into the hotel lobby, much to the surprise of the receptionist.
Reaching the door of the room, Winston found his room key and placed Hunter on the bed.
He helped him take off his shoes and socks. Hunter’s face was almost completely buried in the pillow, and he tugged at the hem of his own shirt, squirming uncomfortably due to the constraints of his suit.
Winston supported himself with one hand by the edge of the pillow next to Hunter, leaning down to kiss from his forehead to his ear. “Do you want me to help you take off your suit and shirt?”
“Mmm…”
“Can I have you?”
“Mmm…” Hunter tilted his head, exposing his elegant neck.
Winston lifted him up, removing his suit and tossing it aside.
Hunter’s eyes opened slightly, catching a glimpse of Winston’s fingers unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
Then he smiled.
“What are you laughing at?” Winston asked.
“…Your fingers… they’re really beautiful…”
Winston covered Hunter’s eyes with his palm as he continued to smile with narrowed eyes. The passionate kisses struck again, choking Hunter to the point that he couldn’t breathe. He resisted, pushing against Winston’s chest and turning his face to the side, but Winston’s aggressively possessive kisses followed him like a shadow no matter which direction he turned.
His knees curled up, and he kicked hard.
Winston’s palm forcefully pressed his leg down.
Hunter exerted strength to support his upper body and kept moving backward.
But Winston’s arm remained by his side, steadily advancing, step by step.
Until Hunter’s back reached the headboard of the bed, he had no choice but to straighten his spine, and Winston’s kisses, carrying a force from bottom to top, forced Hunter to tilt his chin upward.
Winston’s fingers clasped Hunter’s hand, slowly tightening their grip, holding Hunter firmly.
The initial frenzy and restlessness gradually slowed down due to Hunter’s evasion. Winston’s tongue gently teased him, restraining his overwhelming desire, soothing and guiding him.
Hunter gradually gave up resisting, abandoning his attempt to push Winston’s tongue away. The battle of lips and tongues, a struggle between life and death, finally entwined together.
“Mmm…” Hunter’s throat emitted a soft and comfortable sound.
Winston licked and kissed his tongue as much as he could as if comforting a wronged child until Hunter imitated his actions and entangled with him.
Winston’s shoulders tensed, he closed his eyes, and his throat moved. This pleasurable sensation meant that he was being controlled by Hunter.
He tried to pull back, but Hunter, with his eyes closed, stretched his neck toward him, sucking and kissing.
At that moment, Winston abruptly pushed him away, gripping his shoulders and restraining his heated breath. He asked, “Do you know who I am, Hunter?”
“…” Hunter foolishly looked at him, with a smile on his lips, and was about to kiss him again.
“I’m not a bunny girl. If you can’t tell who I am, I won’t let you kiss me anymore.”
His voice was like intoxicating red wine, cool yet irresistibly seductive.
“…Lilith… you’re my Lilith…” Hunter’s expression suddenly showed a realization.
“I’m not your Lilith,” Winston said.
Hunter suddenly became agitated. He lunged forward, grabbing Winston’s hands and forcefully pushing him down onto the mattress.
Winston’s wrists twitched, but Hunter showed a frustrated expression, like a child trying to snatch a toy, and pressed down even harder on Winston’s wrists.
“You are! You are Lilith! I remember… I remember… your kisses… they were like this… you kissed me like this…”
“I’m not Lilith…”
Before Winston could finish his sentence, Hunter suddenly lowered himself and bit down hard on Winston’s lower lip.
“Mmm…” Winston tried to free himself from Hunter’s grip, but Hunter licked over the spot where he had bitten, intensifying the sensation.
Winston’s shoulders tensed, but he allowed Hunter to hold him down. He allowed him to playfully invade his teeth with his tongue as if searching for something between Winston’s lips and teeth. Failing to find it, Hunter kissed Winston’s cheek and chin, and everything became chaotic.
Hunter bit down on Winston’s neck, sucking forcefully as if he could drink his blood through Winston’s skin.
Winston forcefully broke free from Hunter’s hold and lifted his head up.
“Look clearly, I am Van Winston.”
Hunter looked ahead with confusion, his breath still carrying the scent of alcohol.
“…If it’s Winston… I shouldn’t kiss Winston… Winston… I hate you, hate… You are more attractive to women than I am, hate… Hate that I am just a childish kid compared to you! Hate that you are sexier and more mature than me… Hate your demeanor, hate everything about you!”
Hunter’s voice was filled with deep grievances and unwillingness.
Winston supported Hunter’s shoulders, looking at him for a long time before finally speaking. “I’m sorry, Hunter… Don’t be mad at me. You will become more outstanding, and more people will appreciate and like you… It’s just that I… I can’t stand others occupying your thoughts… I can’t bear it if you fall for someone else. I’m not as good as you imagine… but please don’t hate me. Don’t torture me with your hatred.”
“Even if I become outstanding, I can never catch up to you! I can never be confident when I’m with you! I hate you! I want to end our friendship!” Hunter shouted in a stubborn voice.
Winston’s hand, supporting Hunter’s shoulder, trembled slightly.
“I want to end our friendship!”
Hunter shouted as if making a declaration.
Suddenly, Winston’s hand couldn’t hold him anymore, and Hunter fell down, landing on top of Winston.
Winston closed his eyes and remained silent.
But Hunter suddenly extended his arms and hugged Winston tightly, pressing his head against Winston’s cheek.
“…But you can’t leave me.”
“You said you wanted to end our friendship,” Winston said.
“Yes. But you can’t leave me!” Hunter’s voice carried a hint of stubbornness.
“You want to end our friendship… Why can’t I leave you?” Winston asked.
“Yes… I want to end our friendship… but you can’t leave me…”
“…You’re being so bad.”
Winston’s voice was soft as he spoke against Hunter’s cheek.
“I understand, you want to cut me off, but I still can’t leave you.”
“Yes…” Hunter mumbled.
“You’re so bad, I’ll get my revenge.”
“Hmm…”
He toppled back.
Winston turned his face to the side, seemingly unwilling to look at the guy who had fallen onto the pillow.
But in the next second, he pulled him closer, and Hunter’s chin tilted backward, completely unaware, as he crashed into Winston’s embrace.
The next day at noon, Hunter smacked his lips and rolled over, only to experience a weightless fall. He landed face down on the ground, his chin throbbing in pain, tears welling up in his eyes.
He sat up dumbfounded, his head still buzzing. As he reached down and felt around on the ground, he came across his suit jacket and a shirt with twisted buttons that resembled a rag.
His last memory was eating Japanese cuisine and drinking sake at “Tiger Bai.”
“Ah… Sake is really scary…” Hunter looked around and spotted his suitcase, confirming that he must have been brought back to the hotel room after getting drunk.
Hunter’s head was still foggy, and both his lips and tongue felt numb.
“Sake is indeed quite scary.” A cool voice came from the bedside.
Hunter looked up and was completely dumbfounded.
Because Winston was sitting right there at the edge of the bed, looking at him.
“…How did you end up here?” Hunter scrambled to his feet and realized he was wearing his favorite pajamas.
“Who sent me a message last night asking me to come to sleep with him?” Winston raised an eyebrow.
“Ah…” Hunter’s mouth half-opened. “You were playing a prank on me, so I played along…”
“Who was it who was drunk and kissed me in retaliation?” Winston straightened up and looked at Hunter, who appeared baffled.“Who was it who was drunk and kissed me in retaliation?” Winston straightened up and looked at Hunter, who appeared baffled.
Certain fragments of memories suddenly flooded Hunter’s mind.
He seemed to recall kissing someone.
A voice in his head seemed to say to him: Seek revenge on this man! Make him feel as helpless as you! It would be best if he also had random thoughts like you!
“Who was it that kissed me while I was changing his clothes?”
“That’s impossible! I have no recollection of that at all!” Hunter protested.
“Well, the first two things were true,” Winston turned his head to look at Hunter. “So, you really did want to seek revenge on me.”
Oh my God… What had he done to Winston?
This guy could kill him!
“I’m sorry… It’s tit for tat, you know… Who told you to press me against your leg yesterday? Do you know how close my nose was to… you know? What you did really hurt my self-esteem!”
Hunter had to quickly turn the tables!
As long as he could come up with a somewhat reasonable excuse, Winston would probably just smile and forgive him!
“Did I… put it in your mouth?” Hunter’s voice trembled as he responded to Winston’s question.
Winston’s reply was even colder than Hunter had expected. “No… no.”
“So, what did you seek revenge on me for?” Winston countered.
Hunter was at a loss for words. This guy before him had a long list of misdeeds, but only he knew about them. If he revealed them, Winston would surely accuse him of having perverse thoughts, when it was just a joke between men.
He still had those explicit text messages from Winston on his phone. How could he still have the nerve to ask what he sought revenge for?
“I’m sorry…” Hunter had initially wanted to say, “Well, whatever I did to you, you can do the same to me,” but he immediately thought about the things that couldn’t be reciprocated and decided to keep quiet.
Winston walked off the bed, casually grabbed his jacket and put it on, then approached Hunter.
Hunter felt overwhelmed by Winston’s presence, his heart racing. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t escape their gaze.
“For this upcoming race, if you can’t make it into the top five, I’ll shove it in your mouth.”
Winston’s lips curled up slowly, like a gentle blade piercing Hunter’s heart, making him feel tortured every minute and second without being able to escape.
“What… what do you mean?”
Every cell in the hunter’s body shuddered.
Author’s note: Salted Egg Time:
Winston: Hunter looks adorable when he’s drunk.
Hunter: I won’t drink Japanese sake again in the future.
Winston: In that case, I’ll only invite you to drink Japanese sake.
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