CYNTM CHAPTER 70.1

Winston nodded to the staff beside him and then followed Hunter to the side.

Hunter looked at him with a cold expression. “Hey, earlier when you said you’d help pay my expenses at the club, didn’t you feel guilty for taking my money?”

Winston paused as expected, but quickly regained his composure. “Was it Nicky or Owen who told you?”

“Why? Are you going to go after them?”

Whether it was Nicky or Owen, Hunter would be happy to see them get confronted.

…Wait, maybe not Nicky. At least he shared some important information.

“Even if that club belongs to me, you spent money there. Shouldn’t it be right for you to pay me? Besides, I haven’t asked you to repay me until now.”

Winston’s response was reasonable, leaving Hunter without a counterargument.

“Oh. And what about watching everything Nicky and I said and did on CCTV?” Hunter raised his chin, feeling justified.

“If I didn’t watch, how would I know you liked my eyes? How would I be sure that all my efforts to get close to you were effective? And how would I know that nothing really happened between you and Nicky and that you weren’t interested in him?”

Winston took a step forward with each rhetorical question. Although he didn’t intend to intimidate, Hunter felt inferior.

When his back hit the wall, Hunter swallowed but continued to meet Winston’s gaze. He already knew that this man was determined to occupy every corner of his life. Logically, he should have been afraid, but he didn’t feel the same fear he felt when facing Merlin.

On the contrary, aside from racing, Winston seemed to be pouring all his energy into him.

Perhaps seeing the determination in Hunter’s uncompromising eyes, Winston slowly leaned down and pressed his forehead against Hunter’s. “Don’t be mad at me.”

Hunter didn’t say anything.

“You like partying, don’t you? So it’s normal for me to use those places to get closer to you.”

“If you don’t want me to be mad, then stop caring about those pictures of me and Owen.”

“Okay.” Winston nodded with his eyes closed.

“If you don’t care, then sleep with me tonight.”

The guilt he had felt earlier about consulting Owen on how to pin Winston down was now tossed into the wind.

“Hunter…” Winston furrowed his brows. “I told you I wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

Previously, such a statement might have made Hunter feel a sense of crisis and pain in his lower back. But now, he felt a little… smug.

“If you can’t hold back, you’ll have to endure.” Hunter walked past Winston with his hands in his pockets.

Tonight, Hunter intended to torment Winston to the fullest.

When they got back to their room, it was almost two in the morning. Hunter changed into oversized clothes and snuggled under the quilt while Winston took his time getting undressed.

Hunter leaned against the headboard, stroking his chin and admiring Winston’s back before speaking in a loud voice, “Hey… can you hurry up a bit? You’re going to end up sleeping next to me anyway!”

Hunter couldn’t remember ever feeling this smug.

“You’re going to regret this,” Winston said.

“Don’t worry. I’ll regret it in my dreams,” Hunter replied with a nod.

Winston slipped under the covers and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp. “Let’s sleep.”

“Yeah, but can I get a kiss before we do?”

Winston had previously kept some distance between them, but Hunter moved closer, half of his body draped over Winston’s.

“Hunter!” Winston warned in a low voice.

“After that long qualifying round, you must be tired too! It’s just a kiss! What’s the big deal? Don’t you like kissing me?”

Hunter’s lips barely brushed Winston’s cheek but this guy really did dodge.

Hunter reached out, grabbed Winston’s chin, and kissed him forcefully.

Nicky had even complimented him on his masculinity earlier today!

But who would have guessed that in less than three seconds, Winston grabbed Hunter’s shoulders, pulled him down, and pressed him beneath him.

The intense kiss stirred the long-restrained desires in Winston. Hunter was kissed and sucked until he felt dizzy, but he also sensed real danger because a certain part of Winston was so hot that it seemed to burn on his body.

“Damn! You still have energy left after the qualifying round!”

Winston took Hunter’s hand and guided it downward. Hunter tried to withdraw, but Winston’s grip tightened as if he were about to crush his wrist.

“Help me finish,” Winston gritted out next to Hunter’s ear.

“Do it yourself!” Hunter remembered the last time he helped Winston, his hand had burned so badly it almost peeled. He didn’t want to experience that again.

“If I do it myself, I’m going to go inside,” Winston said so forcefully that Hunter shuddered.

The moment Hunter’s hand grasped Winston’s erection, it twitched, causing Hunter’s shoulders to stiffen in surprise.

“What you’re doing… isn’t working…” Winston turned his face to kiss Hunter’s cheek and nibble on his earlobe.

Hunter’s suppressed desire flared up as Winston’s touch stirred him. As Hunter tried to tease Winston’s tongue, the man pulled back, deliberately licking Hunter’s upper lip.

Hunter’s hand gripped Winston urgently, stroking him up and down in response to Winston’s kisses. The more Hunter worked, the more he wanted Winston to release in his hand. When Hunter leaned in for another kiss, Winston dodged again. Hunter used his free hand to hold Winston’s head in place, biting his lower lip with a hint of revenge, and stared at him challengingly.

Blood surged violently in Winston’s swollen length within Hunter’s grasp. Hunter’s tongue no longer hurried to tangle with Winston’s but instead licked back and forth between Winston’s lips. His fingers mischievously slipped into the small opening of Winston’s shirt collar.

“Mm…” Winston’s face was flushed with lust, which intoxicated Hunter. He widened his eyes, taking in the sight of this man.

Winston was always calm, controlled, and restrained, but these qualities vanished when he was in front of Hunter.

Hunter caressed Winston’s manhood, which was so large and thick that he could barely hold it in his hand. He alternated between using his fingers and palm, tenderly and continuously caressing.

Winston groaned, his brows furrowing. He leaned over, kissing and swirling the tip of his tongue violently, like a deluge of rain pouring down madly after hundreds of millions of years. Hunter’s head sank into the pillow from the intensity of the kiss.

Unable to swallow, saliva dribbled from the corner of Hunter’s mouth. Winston’s groans were akin to growls. He lifted Hunter’s buttocks, squeezing so hard it felt like he might crush Hunter’s pelvis.

Hunter unconsciously lifted his knees, rubbing his calves against Winston’s waist as if it were a fire burning across a dry field. Winston suddenly pulled Hunter’s hips toward him, making Hunter gasp. If Hunter hadn’t still been gripping Winston’s scorching, hard member, he would have thought Winston was going to thrust inside him for real!

“Wins…” Hunter started to speak but was cut off as Winston bit down on his lips. Winston’s hands pulled down Hunter’s pants, kneading him discontentedly and moving his hips relentlessly.

Hunter had to use both hands to maintain his grip, shaping them into a tunnel. His hands accepted Winston’s thrusts, feeling the intensity and heat. Winston’s ragged breathing was almost scorching Hunter’s ears. His hands could barely handle the pounding and began to loosen their grip.

Then Winston suddenly spread Hunter’s butt cheeks forcefully, as if to punish him, making a move to insert his finger into Hunter’s rear. Startled, Hunter quickly grasped Winston’s member, fearing that he might get frustrated and actually thrust inside him!

His palms were numb, even the knuckles clenched stiffly. Hunter suddenly panicked.

“Why the hell haven’t you come yet?”

“Because… it doesn’t feel good enough…” Winston’s response made Hunter’s heart race. He knew that Winston was accusing him of not letting him in.

Of course… they still had a race ahead, and it wasn’t the right time to take things that far.

Hunter stubbornly let go and pushed Winston, but the other man didn’t budge. Those desire-filled eyes looked at him so clearly, the icy blue that once brought Hunter peace was now burning fiercely.

“Can I… can I kiss you instead?”

He recalled the last time he used his mouth to help Winston finish, which left his mouth and throat sore. But now, if he didn’t hurry to remedy the situation, they might be at it until dawn!

Finally, Winston turned onto his side, allowing Hunter to crawl down slowly. When he saw that massive thing that nearly poked his nose, Hunter couldn’t help but wonder what Winston ate to make it so large!

“Turn around, Hunter.”

“I’m not turning around!” Hunter thought to himself that if he turned, Winston might just spread his cheeks and slam into him.

“I mean… I’ll help you, too.”

Hunter’s emotions wavered. He never imagined he’d be in this situation like this with anyone else…

“Do you want it or not?” Winston’s voice turned cold.

“Yes! Yes! Of course, I want it!” Hunter hastily took off his pants, which Winston had already nearly pulled down, exposing his backside. He tossed them off the bed before positioning his little Hunter to point at Winston.

They lay on their sides. Hunter took Winston’s throbbing erection into his mouth, while Winston licked the slit of Hunter’s tip and then moved downward. With warm touches, Winston licked and sucked passionately, working his way down Hunter’s shaft and gently biting the small sack on Hunter’s left side.

When Hunter became excited, Winston’s hard member slipped from his mouth, smacking his face. The swollen, dark cock, brimming with masculinity, was right at Hunter’s eye level. A surge of hot blood rushed from Hunter’s heart to his lower abdomen as Winston took him deeper into his mouth, gripping Hunter’s ass tightly with both hands. The heat from Winston pressed against Hunter’s hole as if he was ready to penetrate him.

Winston slowly took him in and released him. When he was almost completely out, he lightly grazed his teeth against it. The wet, burning sensation caused Hunter to moan in agony. It felt so good that his mind went blank.

Winston’s hips suddenly moved, and his member slapped against Hunter’s cheek. This was a warning from Winston. Hunter quickly grabbed it and kissed it.

In truth, Hunter didn’t really know what he was doing. It was as if everything he did was mimicking Winston’s actions: the way Winston took him in and out, how his tongue entwined, his licking and sucking along the shaft. Hunter even bit lightly on Winston’s sack, as if Winston was teaching him: “This is how you make me feel good.”

Hunter’s breathing grew more and more rapid, to the point where he forgot to continue helping Winston and sank into the madness Winston was leading him towards.

When he finally came, he lay sprawled out on the bed in a daze. Before him was Winston’s still-swollen desire. He felt so good, his body was weak, and all he could do was nuzzle Winston with his nose to indicate, “Let me rest for a bit.”

“You’re so evil…” Winston’s cool voice contrasted sharply with his fiery breath. In that moment, the beautiful, vague lust only grew stronger.

Hunter was still panting when he felt Winston lift his leg.

“Hey… give me a break…” Hunter’s heart was still racing, and he was still basking in the afterglow of his release.

But when Winston’s finger touched Hunter’s entrance, he suddenly erupted. “What are you going to do… Ah!”

Winston’s middle finger smeared the fluid that Hunter had just released and twisted it inside him. Hunter kicked and thrashed but was pulled in by Winston, losing all strength to overpower him.

“Get out, you scoundrel!” Hunter hadn’t expected Winston to make this move. The bed sheets were completely tangled up by him.

“Don’t be afraid, Hunter… trust me, this will feel really good.”

Winston kissed Hunter’s inner thigh, his tongue almost clinging to it. Blood rushed everywhere he licked.

The more Hunter thought about raising his knee, the more Winston spread his legs apart. When Winston’s finger went all the way in, Hunter’s senses were so heightened that he wanted to knock himself unconscious. He knew Winston’s fingers well enough not to need to look back to know it was the middle finger.

“You… you take it out!”

Panic set in for Hunter. This was something he had never experienced before!

“This should be better than me going in directly, right?” Winston’s voice was still husky, carrying a seduction that seemed to tempt Hunter’s sanity, breaking down all his defenses and drawing him step by step into forbidden territory.

Winston’s finger began to move slowly, making Hunter tense up and his entire body become rigid.

“Don’t be like this. Relax… you’re too tight. My finger can’t come out now.”

Hunter buried his head into the bed, groaning pitifully. “Then hurry up and get it out…”

As Hunter relaxed, Winston slowly pulled his middle finger out, only to bend it upward and press against Hunter’s inner wall. Hunter almost cried out, and just as he thought Winston’s finger might be withdrawn completely, Winston suddenly pushed it back in. The movement was too quick, causing Hunter to tighten up immediately. When Winston’s middle finger hit a specific spot, Hunter tensed uncontrollably.

“So, it’s right here…” Winston curved his finger, pressing the tip right onto that spot. Hunter curled up as if he’d been electrocuted.

“Get it out! You’ve got your finger in…”

Before Hunter could finish, Winston inserted his index finger as well. The two fingers moved in and out continuously, mimicking the motions of sex. Sometimes they even spread apart as if deliberately trying to stretch Hunter’s body. What was even more deadly was that Winston relentlessly stimulated the spot that drove Hunter crazy with the tips of his fingers.

“Ah… Ah…” Hunter tilted his head back, his mind in chaos, his heart feeling crushed, driving him insane.

His hair, damp with sweat, clung to his face. Winston’s fingers moved in and out as if they held some kind of magic that stirred Hunter’s insides. Hunter could even hear the sound of fluid being pushed from the wet passage. The relentless stimulation caused his lower abdomen to contract, and warm liquid spurted out.

This time… Hunter was completely spent.

In the haze, he only knew he was being pulled and turned over by Winston. Startled, Hunter cried out, “Don’t come in! There’s still a race!”

“I’m not going in,” Winston uttered these few words in a low voice, like a dying star on the verge of exploding and consuming everything around it.

Hunter felt Winston’s massive member pounding wildly between his thighs, rubbing against his rear. The intense heat made his body feel as though it was burning…

In his semi-conscious state, Hunter suddenly felt very pitiful.

He had intended to torment Winston a little, but in the end, it was he who was being tormented!

Yet, in this world… the only person who could drive Winston so crazy, to the point where even at the peak of his desire, he could hold back, was probably him.

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Translator’s note:
This chapter was super long so I split it into two so it would be more manageable to read 🤗