CYNTM CHAPTER 74

While Hunter attacked Owen for three consecutive laps, Ciel patiently followed from behind. Finally, on a right-hand curve with an accelerating section, Ciel made a daring move, with his tires almost sparking against the ground.

Hunter quickly adjusted his line in response. Ciel came dangerously close to crossing the white line but managed to maintain control. In a crucial moment, he barely brushed against Hunter’s front end but emerged from the corner first, charging into the next S-shaped bend.

“Shit! Is Ciel crazy?” Marcus was shocked by the scene.

“But that doesn’t count as a foul. He’s truly a master with over a decade of experience,” Shen Chuan said, squinting his eyes.

“Let’s hope Hunter isn’t too shaken by it.”

At this moment, Hunter was trailing behind Ciel. Instead of discouraging him, the overtaking maneuver made him feel the thrill of speed that Winston had described. This sensation made Hunter more eager to challenge himself and execute an even more skillful maneuver than Ciel. The excitement made Hunter’s mind sharper.

The S-shaped curve is one of the most challenging sections of the circuit. Hunter navigated it with unmatched speed, causing the audience to hold their breath in fear of a crash while cheering for his exceptional driving skills.

After clearing the curve, Hunter noticed someone following him.

It was a driver from the Lotus team… This guy’s driving was extraordinary!

As Hunter approached the next corner, his speed reached a daring 280 km/h. Yet, the pursuer was not far behind, like an ever-extending spider web, trying to drag Hunter back.

What was this guy’s name again?

—Chen Mobai!

Chen Mobai had started from sixth position and had quickly climbed to fourth, even though Duchovny and Penny weren’t easy opponents! Winston had mentioned that this guy was known for his skill in braking duels.

Alright, let’s have a duel then!

Entering Turn 7, where the lateral g-force reaches as high as 2.8, Hunter and Chen Mobai both delayed their braking almost simultaneously. At such high speeds, an average person’s neck would have snapped long ago, but Hunter was grinning.

Spectators gasped as the two cars seemed on the verge of racing past the apex of the turn side by side, only to snap back into the same trajectory at the exact moment. Hunter managed to maintain a subtle advantage in his racing line and was the first to approach the next corner.

The competition continued.

Hunter was not bothered by Chen Mobai’s calm overtaking; instead, he was thrilled, like a child discovering a new toy. This excitement inspired him, merging with the track and his car to unleash an incredible burst of power.

As the race progressed, the drivers pitted one after another.

Hunter and Chen Mobai came out of the pit stops one after the other, with Hunter seeming to enter a frenzied state.

After two laps, Hunter’s lap speed surpassed Owen, who was in first place.

“I suddenly have a strange feeling…” Marcus said, struggling to describe it.

“The Sepang Circuit exists to affirm him,” Shen Chuan replied.

Marcus was taken aback and looked at Shen Chuan beside him. “It also exists to affirm us.”

At Turns 13 and 14, a cleverly designed sequence of right-hand corners, Hunter’s speed entering the next straight was critically affected.

Chen Mobai, still hot on Hunter’s tail, showcased impressive pursuit skills. In the previous corner, Chen Mobai had nearly overtaken Hunter, but Hunter expertly shifted to 2nd gear at the apex, countering Chen Mobai’s move and leading into the straight. Once clear of Chen Mobai, Hunter accelerated aggressively, closing in on Ciel, who was just ahead.

Ciel didn’t give Hunter the opportunity to slipstream on the straight, and the two cars entered the Hairpin corner in close succession.

Ciel was astonished to realize that Hunter actually attempted to overtake at the second apex of the Hairpin. It became clear that Hunter was not only testing Ciel but also issuing a challenge.

After a lap, they were about to enter the right-hand corner where Ciel had overtaken Hunter before. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Hunter cut in like a knife through water, looking like he was about to rush into the run-off area but skillfully held the white line, turned smoothly, and after a brief parallel with Ciel, emerged from the corner first. Ciel’s eyes widened as Hunter took the lead.

“Hey, Ciel… I’m leaving Chen Mobai to you!” Hunter grinned.

Two seconds later, Mr. Cacho in the media seats reacted, “This kid is too arrogant! The line he just took to overtake Ciel was identical to the one Ciel used to overtake him! The difference is that Hunter has mastered Ciel’s line and executed it even more…”

“More perfect and relaxed,” Audrey Wilson finished. She was surprised by how much Hunter had matured since the previous race.

Meanwhile, Winston, who had been standing in front of the screen for over an hour, remained motionless, his gaze fixed. It was as if all his thoughts, emotions, and hidden passion had been absorbed by the racing car on the track.

After overtaking Ciel, Hunter reclaimed second place and began chasing Owen for six consecutive laps.

Every minute and second was a valuable experience for Owen, as Hunter’s presence forced him to approach the Sepang Circuit with a new intensity, making him work hard in every corner and angle to keep Hunter at bay.

In the remaining laps, Hunter decisively made a pit stop to catch up with Owen. The entire Marcus team seemed in a frenzy as Hunter set the record for the shortest pit stop of the race.

In the remaining dozen or so laps, Hunter surged forward as if riding the wind and breaking waves. He displayed sharp precision and execution in his racing lines through turns of varying angles, forcing Owen to nearly lose control several times.

Owen broke out in cold sweat as Hunter maneuvered unpredictably three times in a row. Despite the pressure, Owen managed to hold his position through sheer determination.

As time gradually shortened, the two entered the final five laps.

The competition between Hunter and Owen made the spectators’ hearts stop. For three consecutive corners, the two cars raced wheel-to-wheel, their suspensions seeming to be on the brink of collision at any moment.

“So, what do you think of Evan Hunter’s performance?” Mr. Miller asked Winston, who was standing next to him.

“I envy Owen. I should be the one making Hunter follow me with such dedication.”

Miller was stunned, sensing the intensity in Winston’s voice. It was as if the young man on the track was fated to belong to Vann Winston, with no one else having the right to influence his direction.

Meanwhile, Hunter, gripping the steering wheel tightly, knew he had fully adapted to the track.

Winston, watch me. Be sure to watch me.

As he navigated the consecutive corners, he used his braking to create a gap with Owen. At first glance, it looked like he had driven off the track, with the front of his car crossing the white line. Marcus tensed, leaning forward in his seat. Team members raised their heads, and Winston took long strides toward the track, his focus intense.

Winston clenched his fist, confident that Hunter wouldn’t fail. He believed with certainty that Hunter wouldn’t fail!

Everyone could only see Hunter’s powerful rear end moving in that direction, almost sticking to Owen’s car, smoothly braking and shifting through the turns. Earlier, Hunter’s car seemed off track, but now it was perfectly aligned, building up the necessary g-force. After clearing the apex, he overtook Owen by a third of a car length. By the time they exited the corner, Hunter had completely passed Owen and was heading into Turn 7. As the two drivers competed, Hunter felt a mix of cold determination and fiery passion. Everything seemed to unfold in slow motion, each second like a frame in a film.

Hunter sped out of the corner, leaving Owen behind!

“Aha—” Marcus clenched his fists and jumped up.

“This kid… is simply not human…” The Ferrari team voiced their astonishment.

Witnessing this scene firsthand, Winston seemed to freeze momentarily before igniting with intense fervor.

In the following two laps, Hunter displayed unprecedented defensive driving. Despite Owen’s relentless pursuit, he couldn’t find a way to overtake.

The entire track felt like boiling seawater as Hunter led the charge against the tide, piercing through everything and flooding the world.

At this moment, all the voices from this world that Hunter had previously ignored surged into his mind.

He breathed heavily, his chest feeling like it might explode.

Had he won?

Winston? Can you see? Are you envious? Jealous? Are you filled with regret for not being my rival in this race? Are you watching me every moment, just as I persistently followed you?

Hunter pounded his chest, feeling as though everything was surreal.

As his gaze swept away from the track and saw the figure standing far away, he suddenly wanted to abandon everything and rush into the arms of that person.

“Champion! Hunter! You’ve won another championship race!”

Hunter felt boundless joy in his heart, yet he struggled to express his emotions to Winston.

This victory might not bring the infinite glory of an annual championship, and it was just a small part of the many races he and Winston had experienced together, but for Hunter, it held immense significance.

This was what Hunter had achieved under Winston’s watchful gaze.

I dedicate it to you. Are you as ecstatic as I am?

Winston was too far away for Hunter to see his expression clearly.

Marcus’s voice came through the radio, “Hunter! You’re amazing! Amazing! I love you! We love you!”

Hunter’s fingers trembled slightly on the steering wheel. The crowd was cheering, and the atmosphere seemed to be boiling.

“Can I be willful?” Hunter asked softly.

“Yes! Yes! Be as willful as you want! Just don’t drive into the run-off area!”

Hunter lifted the corners of his mouth and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His car suddenly spun around, tires screeching against the road, creating sparks.

The audience became excited.

The world spun rapidly, and Hunter’s joy spread in all directions.

Owen laughed helplessly, “The Marcus team is willing to spend money, huh? They actually let this brat burn the tires!”

Ciel rolled his eyes. “Fuck! I lost to that kid three races in a row!”

In this photo shoot, Hunter’s smile was radiant. When he stood on the podium with Owen and Ciel, Ciel still had a sullen expression, while Owen placed a hand on Hunter’s back. When Hunter smiled the brightest, he pinched him hard.

“AHH!”

As a result, the final photo captured Hunter wincing in pain.

After the race ended, Hunter dashed down the walkway. He headed straight for the Ferrari team’s area and saw a stern man chatting with his teammate, who had finished fifth.

“Oh! Hunter’s here!”

The entire team was unfazed by Hunter’s arrival, and team manager Mr. Miller couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy.

“This kid really likes hanging out with the Ferrari team. Why doesn’t he just join us?”

“Be careful, or Marcus might send you a bomb.”

Since hearing Hunter’s hurried footsteps from afar, Winston had lost track of what his teammates were talking about.

As Hunter’s figure drew closer, Winston opened his arms slightly but didn’t anticipate Hunter’s speed. Hunter came charging in as if dragging the air of the entire world and his happiness with him. With a “Thud—”, it seemed that Winston was going to be knocked over.

Winston stumbled back three steps before finally picking up Hunter.

“Did you see? Did you see?” All of Hunter’s excitement was evident on his face.

This wasn’t the first time Hunter had thrown himself into Winston’s arms, nor was it the first time Winston had lifted him up like this.

“If you didn’t know, you’d think he came to Ferrari to show off… I really want to kick this brat to death…” Mr. Miller said unhappily.

“Why do I feel like Winston is the one showing off? Like he’s saying, ‘Even when I’m not there, my Hunter can still win the championship’.”

With this reminder, Mr. Miller noticed that Winston was looking up with undisguised joy and admiration in his eyes and on his lips. Winston held Hunter and took a few steps forward.

Hunter clung to him, excitedly chattering, “Did you see? That damn Owen! He dared to pinch me! And Ciel lost to me again! The expression on his face was priceless!”

Winston turned, opened the restroom door, and stepped inside.

“I won the championship! I won the championship again! Even though it’s not the overall championship, I’m getting closer to you!”

Winston held Hunter, turned half a circle, walked into the cubicle, and hooked the door with his foot.

Lost in the thrill of victory, Hunter’s eyes were filled with Winston’s gaze, and he didn’t notice where Winston was carrying him.

He parted his lips, not even sure what he was saying, only to be met by Winston’s kiss.

Without hesitation, Winston’s tongue slipped in. Hunter whimpered twice, about to respond, but Winston was already eagerly sucking.

Hunter gradually slid down Winston’s body, but Winston lifted him again, gripping his waist with both hands. The uncontrollable desire spread from the tip of Hunter’s tongue to the tips of his fingers and hair through the kiss.

Winston’s body temperature was so high that Hunter could feel it through his racing suit. Despite this, Hunter still wanted to get even closer to him.

Winston hugged Hunter and took a step back before sitting down, and Hunter ended up sitting face-to-face on his lap. Winston kissed Hunter while looking up at him, careful not to pull his racing suit off. Everything became chaotic and spontaneous.

Only when Winston bit Hunter’s chin, forcing him to raise his head while holding him firmly, did Hunter realize that all this was real.

It was true that he had won the second race, true that he was held tightly in Winston’s arms, and it was also true that this man was super obsessed with him.

“Do you want to… eat me right here?” Hunter asked in a hoarse voice.

His fingers tangled in Winston’s hair as if trying to pull himself closer to Winston’s thoughts.

Winston trailed kisses downward, his tongue sliding over Hunter’s Adam’s apple. He wanted to bite down hard but restrained himself, grazing it with his teeth before sucking intensely.

He buried his face in Hunter’s chest and also said hoarsely, “Don’t you want to be treated like a king? Isn’t me going crazy for you a king’s treatment?”

Hunter smiled and whispered in Winston’s ear, “Then come in.”

Winston looked up at him with an intensity that suggested he wanted to press Hunter against the cubicle door and have his way.

What followed was on the brink of losing control. Hunter clung tightly to Winston’s shoulders, trying not to make any noise, while Winston’s fingers grew more impatient, seeming to exist solely to torment Hunter.

Hunter’s phone kept ringing—first Marcus, then the PR manager and Shen Chuan. Sweat slid from Hunter’s hair, falling onto Winston’s back.

After an unknown amount of time, Hunter emerged from the cubicle, his legs were weak. Winston stood at the sink, washing his hands. He noticed Hunter swaying a little and supported his arm. “I haven’t done anything yet, and you’re already in this state. If I really did something, you wouldn’t even be able to cry.”

Hunter kicked Winston’s calf, but Winston stood still.

“Hey, why didn’t you avoid it?”

Winston tilted his face as if to scrutinize Hunter’s expression more closely. “This is your king’s treatment.”

Hunter’s face nearly burned.

At that moment, an employee walked in. Hunter lowered his head and was about to leave, but Winston grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

“We’ll continue tonight,” Winston whispered in Hunter’s ear.

The desire that had subsided almost started to flare up again.

During the post-race interview, Hunter felt the respect and seriousness of the journalists. He was surprised, as he had expected Ciel to harbor resentment towards him. Instead, Ciel made objective and fair comments about him to the media.

“Hunter’s performance in this race was impeccable. Compared to drivers his age, he shows incredible resilience and patience. No matter who the driver is, if they are racing against him, even a 0.1-second lapse can make all previous efforts futile.” After Ciel finished speaking, he pushed through the crowd of journalists.

Owen’s response left Hunter speechless.

“You’re talking about Little Hunter from the Marcus team! He has to win! If he doesn’t, Winston will fix him up so he can’t even participate in the next race.”

Seeing Owen’s smirking and shameless expression, Hunter really regretted not pushing Owen off the track.

But there was a reporter who wasn’t afraid of chaos, and continued to joke, “Oh? How will Winston fix Hunter?”

“With super intense exercises that will leave marks all over his body!” Owen winked, and when he saw the journalists starting to speculate, he added, “Like boxing!”

The journalists took Owen’s words to mean that Winston would likely beat Hunter.

“I’ll give you a boxing lesson!” Hunter was extremely angry upon hearing this.

 

Hunter thought Marcus would readily give him a vacation and let him sleep for two days, but he didn’t expect the guy to tell him that there would be an interview tomorrow, a business event the day after tomorrow, and possibly another business event the day after that. Hunter’s eyes widened as he looked at him. “Aren’t you going to let me sleep? Don’t I get any time to balance my hormones?”

“Balance hormones? Only women need that, right? It’s best if you maintain high male hormone levels.” Marcus looked at Hunter with an expression that seemed to say “Don’t mess around and waste your energy.”

It wasn’t until early morning that Hunter returned to his room. The room was filled with gift boxes and various flowers, but Hunter didn’t even glance at them. He ran around looking for Winston.

“Winston! Winston!” After calling for a while, Hunter finally confirmed that Winston wasn’t there.

Feeling inexplicably disappointed, Hunter called him, and Winston’s phone was connected quickly.

“Hello? Have you returned to the hotel?”

There was chatter coming from the other end, indicating that the Ferrari post-race interview was not over yet.

“I’m back… why are you answering my call during the interview?”

“I’ll answer your calls anytime.” Winston’s voice was very gentle, unlike his usual tone with the media.

Hunter ran around the room holding the phone, feeling extremely happy with this response. At that moment, a journalist’s voice faintly came through the phone, “So what do you think of your friend Hunter’s performance in this race?”

Hunter felt a bit nervous.

What would Winston say? This guy was both rigorous and pursued perfection. Even though Hunter had won the championship, it didn’t mean Winston wouldn’t have any opinions or evaluations.

“From the start to the final crossing of the finish line, if I had been on the track, I wouldn’t have found a chance to overtake him either.”

Hunter’s heart almost flew at that moment.

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The author has something to say:
Hunter: Can … can I be willful?
Winston: You can be willful with me for the rest of your life.
Hunter: Then … then lick and suck me.
Winston: Front or behind?
Hunter: …