“Aren’t you going to drink?” Winston asked.
“Maybe not…”
I can’t hold my liquor.
“It’s Umeshu1An alcoholic beverage made from plums and sugar. It has a sweet, sour taste, and an alcohol content of 10–15%, not very strong,” Winston said.
“Really?” Soaking in the hot spring like this, Hunter felt tempted to drink.
“Or if you don’t want it, you can order milk.”
This guy was mocking him again.
Annoyed, Hunter took the porcelain cup and took a small sip.
The liquor had a light taste, with a subtle sweetness of plums. The cool sensation flowing down his throat seemed to expand his lungs instantly.
“Ah,” Hunter closed his eyes and exhaled.
So comfortable!
He put the cup back on the little boat, but who would have thought that the boat would drift, causing the cup to fall into the water with a soft plop.
Hunter narrowed his eyes, lazily reaching into the water to feel around for the cup. But after searching for a while, he still couldn’t find it.
“Hey… where did it go…”
Hunter extended his arm further. The moment he grabbed something… he was shocked!
Oh no!
The thing in his hand seemed to twitch slightly.
He was a dead man.
Hunter was about to withdraw his hand quickly, but Winston firmly pressed it down. His palm made full contact.
“I… I… I’m sor…”
It’s over! It’s over! This time Winston would definitely kill him!
Hunter closed his eyes tightly, fearing a punch from the other man.
He was so flustered that he couldn’t even speak.
“Do you want to compare sizes with me?”
Winston slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed the entire time, yet there was no trace of displeasure on his face.
“I… I…” Hunter wanted to knock himself out.
“Are you nervous?” Winston turned his face as if to see Hunter’s expression clearly.
Feeling the big thing throbbing in his palm, Hunter was so shocked he opened his mouth but was unable to speak.
“Is it bigger than yours?” Winston’s voice matched the temperature of the hot spring, possessing a refreshing coolness that was invigorating.
Hunter nodded his head vigorously. He didn’t want to compare sizes at all!
“Yours… yours is bigger!”
“I never thought your hands were small before. Today I realized you can’t grip it fully.”
Stop talking!
Hunter’s face flushed so red it was almost dripping blood. He finally managed to pull his hand back with all his might but lost his balance and slipped into the water with a splash. The hot spring water rushed into his mouth and nose, making him choke and cough until he was dizzy.
Winston, however, got up, grabbed a towel, and walked away.
“Aren’t you coming up? You’ve soaked until your face is red.” Winston extended a hand towards Hunter.
Hunter pulled himself up to a sitting position, swatting Winston’s hand away forcefully. He grabbed a towel as he stepped out. Winston chuckled.
“What are you laughing at?”
“It’s so small, so cute.” Winston turned and walked away along the edge of the pool.
Hunter realized that Winston must have seen him before he put on the towel.
“What do you mean I’m small!”
Doesn’t he know that jokes like this are a huge blow to a man’s ego?
“At least I can grip it with one hand.” Winston deliberately raised his hand.
That was the hand that gripped the steering wheel and raced cars at full speed, full of strength and agility.
Hunter’s face burned.
“As if you’ve ever gripped it.”
“And how do you know I haven’t?” Winston turned his head with a smirk.
“When?”
“Did you change your underwear when you were drunk?” Winston asked coldly.
Hunter was at a loss for words.
Even if Winston helped him change his underwear, he wouldn’t have reached out and touched it… or maybe little Hunter was crooked and Winston helped him straighten it!
Damn it! What was his brain thinking?!
At first glance, it seemed Winston was just talking nonsense with a straight face!
The child who had brought them the plum wine earlier had already placed yukatas by the pool.
Winston bent down and picked one up to change into.
Hunter stood there dumbly, watching Winston.
The dark yukata accentuated Winston’s restrained and disciplined demeanor. As Winston tied the sash, his waist became even more defined, with broad shoulders and narrow hips.
The yukata pants were quite wide, falling just above Winston’s knees, revealing the lines of his calves in front of Hunter more clearly.
Hunter rubbed his nose, feeling a pang of jealousy again.
“What is it?” Winston turned to look at Hunter.
The collar of the yukata was open, revealing just enough of his chest. The defined muscles and beautiful collarbones made Hunter swallow unconsciously.
“Nothing… I initially thought we would look strange in yukatas, but I didn’t expect you to look so good in it.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Winston turned and continued walking.
Hunter quickly changed into his yukata and followed Winston.
They walked through a long veranda and arrived at a room.
Winston opened the door. On a low Japanese-style table, a meal was already laid out. The scent made Hunter instinctively gulp and his stomach let out a growling noise.
He was hungry.
Winston glanced at Hunter and sighed helplessly. “Why can’t you even put on clothes properly? Do you know what you look like?”
“What do I look like?” Hunter thought to himself, he had never worn one before, how was he supposed to know how to wear it correctly?
Winston walked up to Hunter, his fingers hooked around the knotted sash that Hunter had tied haphazardly and pulled gently.
“Like you’ve just been fucked by me.” Winston’s voice was soft. Hunter reflexively stepped back but was held by the other.
“That’s why you need to dress properly.”
Winston’s fingers were nimble, every movement graceful.
“Left lapel over right. Right over left is how you dress a corpse.” Winston’s hands pulled the sash, cinching Hunter’s waist as if he were embracing him.
Then he lifted his chin and straightened Hunter’s collar.
“There. Let’s eat.”
Winston turned and sat cross-legged at the table.
Hunter couldn’t bear to sit in the same position, so he folded one leg and stretched the other out, looking at the table full of dishes.
“Wow! It looks delicious!”
And most of it was cooked food.
There was tempura, grilled beef tongue, grilled eel, gyoza, and ramen. Hunter sighed inwardly again, coming on vacation with Winston was the right decision.
Hunter wasn’t good with chopsticks. He thought these two long, thin sticks were really hard to control. When his fingers moved, the chopsticks crossed, and he couldn’t pick anything up.
Normally, he would have grabbed the food impatiently.
But Winston’s chopstick-holding fingers across the table looked as cool as a painter holding a brush. The sight of him picking up a shrimp tempura was truly a feast for the eyes.
He lowered his head slightly, and Hunter seemed to see the tip of his tongue between his lips holding the tempura, a sight that couldn’t be interpreted innocently.
With a soft “crunch,” the outer shell of the shrimp was bitten through. He chewed at a moderate pace, then looked up at Hunter.
“What?”
“N-nothing… just wondering if there are any forks…”
“Relax. You can control a Formula One car that’s as fast and scary as a beast ready to lose control at any moment, so how could you not control chopsticks?” Winston’s voice seemed to calm Hunter, who had been somewhat flustered.
Hunter focused on the way the chopsticks moved and how the angle and grip of his fingers affected them.
He concentrated, pondered carefully, and then attempted to grasp a piece of shrimp tempura
The shrimp was picked up steadily, and Hunter smiled with joy. As he opened his mouth to put the shrimp in, his grip relaxed slightly, causing the shrimp to lose balance and fall down.
“Oops!” Hunter was about to catch it with his other hand, but Winston across the table reached out and caught it steadily.
So fast!
Hunter was about to praise him, but Winston used his other hand to pull Hunter’s chin and bring the shrimp to his mouth.
“Eat,” Winston said softly.
His eyebrows and eyes were gentle, making it hard for Hunter to look away.
“What’s wrong?”
Hunter shook his head and opened his mouth to take a bite.
“Mmm! Delicious! So crispy and fragrant!”
Winston ate the other half calmly.
This made Hunter feel happy.
Winston’s assistant had said that he never ate what others had eaten and never used what others had used, but these principles seemed to have never existed with Hunter.
“It seems like no one has fed me in a long time besides you,” Hunter mused.
“That’s because the way you hold chopsticks is too clumsy.”
Winston’s expression was indifferent.
“The last time someone fed me was when I was in second grade of middle school. I was playing cricket and hurt my arm. My best friend, Blu, came to visit. I really wanted to eat pudding but couldn’t open it with one hand. Blu helped me open it. He pretended to be a good friend at first, but in the end, he lost his patience and dumped half a cup of pudding in my mouth! I almost choked to death on the pudding!”
Thinking of this scene, Hunter couldn’t help but laugh.
Winston, sitting across from him, watched him for a long time without saying anything.
He was always a silent listener. As long as Hunter made a sound, whether meaningful or not, he would capture every word and every tone.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that…” Hunter rubbed his face. Was there something on his face?
“Hunter, you’re someone who values feelings a lot, so when others are a little nice to you, you always take it to heart.”
Hunter paused. This was the first time anyone had said something like this to him.
“Everyone is an independent individual… In fact, it’s easy to persuade a friend not to do something, like you telling me not to drink soda before the race or Marcus advising me not to eat raw food. But sacrificing one’s principles, doing things for someone else that you would never do for yourself, even if it’s of no benefit to you, just to be with that person or make them happy, that’s even more precious. Like you… doing so many things for me that you wouldn’t do for anyone else.”
Hunter realized he had never thanked Winston. He enjoyed the other’s care and patience, knowing he relied on Winston, even spiritually.
“So, Hunter, do you think I’m important now?” Winston asked.
This surprised Hunter.
He never thought there would be a day when Winston would ask this question to anyone because it sounded like he was insecure in his relationship with the other person.
And Winston was always confident, no matter where or when.
“I won’t answer that question.” Hunter defiantly stabbed a shiitake mushroom meatball with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
“You really are a little rascal.” Winston chuckled.
This was the Winston that Hunter liked the most.
The Winston that others never saw.
“It’s not the first time you’ve called me a little rascal.” Hunter calmly picked up a grilled eel sushi and put it in his mouth.
He thought to himself that if Winston didn’t eat faster, he would surely devour the entire table.
“But little rascal, I can see your balls clearly.” Winston tilted his head, looking at Hunter’s raised leg.
Hunter’s left hand was resting on his knee. When Winston said that, he froze and looked down, only to find that his wide pant leg had ridden up his thigh, and his underwear was peeking out.
“Hey! You’re talking nonsense again! I’m wearing underwear!”
Hunter pulled his pant leg down and quickly changed his sitting position.
Winston didn’t say anything, just lowered his head and sipped his matsutake mushroom soup.
“You’re such a liar!”
Winston ignored him, making Hunter annoyed.
After dinner, Hunter reached into the front of his yukata and rubbed his belly.
“So satisfying, this food was delicious!”
“You always eat a lot.”
“So what? Formula One burns a lot of calories… During the body fat test that day, the nutritionist said I could even afford to gain a little weight…” Hunter leaned back.
“Actually, there are other exercises that burn a lot of calories besides Formula One.”
“What… swimming?”
Hunter felt sleepy.
He had just soaked in the hot spring, and now he was full, so it was natural to feel drowsy.
“No.”
Hunter opened his eyes and saw Winston sitting down beside him.
He placed his hand next to Hunter’s face. Hunter directly turned to look at Winston’s fingers.
“Then what is it?”
“Exercises in bed.”
Hunter burst out laughing. “Hahaha! I should have guessed that an old pervert like you would say something like that.”
“You’re the only one who calls me a pervert. But fine, I’ll discuss this with you from a neutral standpoint.”
Hunter continued laughing and waved his hand. “Okay, okay! Tell me, how many calories does it burn?”
“Ten calories to take off clothes, but you probably don’t need to.”
“What do you mean?”
Winston leaned closer, his fingers hooking Hunter’s collar and pausing just before undoing it, revealing the smooth lines of Hunter’s toned abdomen.
“You can’t even dress yourself properly, and you expect to undress yourself?”
Hunter pulled his shirt back.
“You’re really neutral, huh!”
Hunter, who had been sleepy, suddenly woke up and continued to lie there, listening as Winston shared random trivia.
“What about putting on a condom?” Hunter asked with a mischievous grin.
“Six calories.”
“That’s so little…”
“You won’t need to put it on anyway.”
“Hey! I have to be responsible for the other person! What if I end up with a little Hunter?”
Looking up, Hunter saw a faint smile on Winston’s lips.
He couldn’t tell if this guy was teasing him and everything he said was nonsense, or if he just found Hunter’s concern about having children amusing.
Winston lightly tapped Hunter’s forehead with his finger, then gently slid it through his hair.
“Don’t you prefer direct contact with the other person instead of being separated by something? Don’t you enjoy the body temperature, the heat, the touch?”
Winston’s voice was soft, weaving through Hunter’s mind like a gentle stream, creating a net he couldn’t quite grasp or escape from.
Of course he liked it. How could he not?
Hunter was so comfortable being caressed by his fingers that his eyes started to droop.
“What about a passionate kiss?”
“What kind of passionate kiss?”
“With tongue, of course!”
“Do you like passionate kisses?”
“Is that even a question? Don’t you like them?”
Hunter recalled the night at Lilith’s. Though he couldn’t remember anything and everything was fragmented, the feeling of almost exploding during that kiss was vividly etched in his brain.
“It depends on time. 65 calories is enough for ordinary people, but for you, a hundred might not be enough.”
“Because I’m good?” Hunter felt that Winston was being “neutral” and not intentionally belittling him.
“Because the person kissing you will be greedy… and kiss you for a very long time.”
“…Where am I going to find such a passionate partner! Thanks for your blessing!” Hunter chuckled.
“Moving your body and moaning about 35-40 calories.”
“Anything else?” Hunter was suddenly curious about where Winston had picked up all this information.
He knew Winston liked to follow economic news, but he had never seen him read about this kind of stuff before!
So… it was all made up?
“Legs lifted onto shoulders, 25-30 calories per minute.”
“Lifted? What if I lift them myself?” Hunter was dissatisfied and wanted to raise his head, but Winston’s finger pushed him back down.
“Sitting on top of the other person, about 60 calories per minute. You’d probably burn more.”
“Nonsense, I’d have to help support the other person!” Hunter felt that he was quite the gentleman in that aspect.
“If entering from behind, 80 calories per minute for the average person. If it’s you, it might be 90-100 due to greater exertion. By the end, you might be so into it that it exceeds 150, even 200 calories.”
“Heh, thanks!” Hunter felt Winston was overestimating his strength.
“Lying on your side or standing is a bit easier, 26 calories per minute for an average person.”
“So how many calories do you think I’d burn?” Hunter was enjoying the feeling of being complimented on his strength.
“Conservatively estimating, about 50 calories.”
“I’m that strong? That’s not very gentle, is it?”
Hunter stroked his chin, thinking that if he did that, his partner might hate him, right?
“Gentleness is before kissing. Once you’re in, you have to enjoy it to the fullest.”
Winston’s voice was calm as if all of this was just common knowledge.
Hunter looked at him seriously, then concluded after a few seconds, “No doubt, you must usually have great self-control.”
“Because I don’t waste my time and energy on irrelevant people.”
“Mm, Shen Chuan said the same thing. But once you like someone, they’re going to be tormented to death by you.” Hunter felt sincere pity.
Winston fell silent.
Hunter poked Winston’s waist with his finger. “So, what position do you like?”
Hunter was extremely curious about this.
“I like them all.” Winston looked at Hunter.
His gaze was deep as if piercing into Hunter’s mind.
“You like them all?” Hunter smiled. “Because you’re good at it!”
“How do you know I’m good?”
“We’re racers! Donald once said that drivers have endurance as good as marathon runners, but our explosive power is even greater.”
“Just because of that?” Winston seemed dissatisfied with Hunter’s answer.
“Hmm…” Hunter’s sluggish brain still managed to process.
Winston had just complimented him for so long. Shouldn’t he show some sincerity?
“Your waist muscles are beautiful! I saw them earlier! Someone once told me… what’s it called again?” Hunter racked his brain.
But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t remember.
Winston lowered his head and let out a low laugh.
His voice was already unique, but when he laughed, even though it was a cold sound, it felt warm.
“Hey! What are you laughing at!”
“Your serious expression.” The faint smile at the corner of Winston’s eyes made Hunter not want to look away.
“You better keep laughing. I’m not like you; my memory isn’t that good.”
Winston leaned closer to Hunter, a strand of hair tucked behind his ear falling and brushing against Hunter’s cheek.
“Actually, I like to change positions while inside. That should burn at least 42 calories.”
Hunter couldn’t remember the last time he had looked into Winston’s eyes from such a close distance. He just felt as if the blue waves in those eyes were about to overflow.
“Your hair touched me! You old pervert…”
Hunter’s heart suddenly fluttered for no reason. He pushed Winston away.
Winston wasn’t angry but instead lay down beside Hunter.
“Do you really think my waist muscles are beautiful?”
“Yeah.” Hunter nodded sincerely.
“So, do you want to touch it?” The slight smile on the corner of Winston’s upturned lips assured Hunter that this guy was up to mischief again.
“I don’t want to! Play by yourself!” Hunter rolled over.
Winston lay quietly without saying anything.
Hunter started to get sleepy. As soon as he closed his eyes, he drifted off.
In his drowsiness, he felt something covering him and someone gently embracing him.
The heat from behind made him unconsciously move back, snuggling into the other’s chest.
When Hunter woke up again, over an hour had passed.
Feeling something on top of him, he opened his eyes to find a blanket covering him.
He lifted the blanket to find Winston’s arm draped over him.
And the hand was inside his shirt, resting right on his chest.
Hunter suddenly felt like Winston was holding his heart, an inexplicable warmth spreading through him.
The author has something to say:
Hunter: Why did you say I don’t need to put on a condom?
Winston: Because I don’t like using it, I don’t need you to put it on for me.
Hunter: Why does kissing passionately burn 100 calories for me?
Winston: Because it’s me kissing you, and I am very forceful.
Hunter: Why do I burn more in a sitting position?
Winston: Because I’m going to fuck you long and deep.
Hunter: Why can’t you discuss this with me properly?
Winston: I’m afraid it will scare you away.
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