CYNTM CHAPTER 78

Hunter’s eyes almost popped out of his head, but unfortunately, he was being held back on both sides, and all he could do was watch.

The women were sexy and beautiful, swaying their bodies to the music. However, the image in Hunter’s mind was of the time Winston did a striptease for him.

Hunter laughed inwardly.

Once you’ve seen the sexiest person in the world, nothing else matters.

“Hey Hunter… their hips are moving so much they’re about to fly off, but you don’t seem to be responding at all?” Owen whispered in Hunter’s ear.

“It’s none of your business!”

Owen chuckled softly.

The wild party went on until dawn the next day. Owen flirted with one of the beautiful girls for a long time. When the party ended, he wrote his phone number on her shoulder, smiling as he said she had to find him before he left Sochi.

Even Donald was covered in lipstick marks all over his face and body.

In comparison, Hunter felt pitiful. As the “bunny king” at this bunny girl party, he ended up with nothing but a belly full of soda!

When the morning sun once again bathed the city, all the drivers discarded their rabbit ears and tails, changing back into their regular clothes.

Owen squinted and smiled at Hunter, saying, “How does it feel that Winston crossed the finish line and won the championship for you?”

“Well… it was alright…”

Even though it was far from the bunny girl party he had imagined, it was both surprising and satisfying.

“The Russian Grand Prix has become a platform for you guys to show off your affection. It really makes others uncomfortable.” Owen shook his head.

Hunter smirked and replied, “If you don’t want to watch, just retire this year! Because from now on, we might show off our affection at every race!”

At that moment, Ciel grabbed Owen by the collar and dragged him up.

“That’s enough! Let the brat have his moment!”

None of them could have imagined that the bunny girl party would become a major event in the Formula 1 world for the next decade or so. Almost every year, a driver who lost to Winston on the track had to dress up as a “bunny boy” at the party.

When Hunter returned to his hotel room, Winston was nowhere to be seen.

Hunter glanced at the watch on his wrist, identical to Winston’s, and thought to himself that the guy was probably out for a morning run.

Hunter lay face down on the bed, thinking about Owen’s words: “Winston crossed the finish line and won the championship for you.” His heart began to race. He wrapped himself up in the quilt, rolling back and forth, then lay on the spot where Winston had slept last night, taking a deep breath.

A few minutes later, he heard the sound of the keycard beep at the door, and Winston entered. The moment Winston turned to close the door, someone suddenly pressed up against him. The other person pinned him against the door, kissing his lips, and his tongue clumsily forced its way in, sucking insistently.

For a moment, Winston was surprised. He leaned against the door, wrapping his arms around his waist, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

It didn’t take even three seconds for the ice to melt and the sparks to ignite. Winston suddenly pulled Hunter closer and kissed him passionately.

Hunter, who initially wanted to launch a sudden attack, was overwhelmed. He stepped back slowly, but Winston grabbed his legs, lifted him, and walked toward the bed, step by step.

As he laid Hunter on the bed, Hunter flashed a sly smile and said, “Hehe, I forgot something!”

“What?” Winston’s voice was deep and slightly hoarse.

“Thank you for planning the bunny girl party for me, but how could the party be complete without you?” Hunter took out a pair of bunny ears he had hidden behind his back and placed them on Winston’s head.

Winston’s hands were planted on either side of Hunter’s head, and he smiled faintly while looking at him.

“So, did you like the party I gave you?”

Hunter didn’t say anything and just lay there gazing at Winston.

“What is it? Are you mad because I didn’t let you touch those bunny girls?”

Hunter slowly revealed a smile, raising a hand to stroke the bunny ears on Winston’s head. “You… How come you still look incredibly handsome even with bunny ears on?”

“Then I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t like that party because you weren’t there, but now I’m satisfied.” Hunter laughed so hard his eyes crinkled, and even the strands of hair on the bed shifted slightly.

Winston raised one hand and gently brushed the hair off Hunter’s forehead.

Hunter lifted his knee to touch Winston’s waist. “You were really afraid I’d cheat, huh? You wouldn’t even let me touch the girls or pull their fake bunny tails?”

“What makes you think I’m afraid you’d cheat on me?” Winston asked softly.

“Because you take everything too seriously! You have mysophobia, everything has to be clean and orderly. So I feel like you’d want mental loyalty too.”

Winston leaned down and touched his lips to Hunter’s. “Then you don’t know me well enough. When I first started talking to you, do you think I’d give up if you were in love with someone else?”

Hunter became curious. “And what if I really did cheat… I mean, if… what would you do?”

“Cheating isn’t my bottom line because what I’ve been through… is much crueler than so-called cheating.”

At that moment, Hunter’s heart skipped a beat, as if it were being pinched between Winston’s fingers.

If cheating wasn’t Winston’s bottom line, then what was?

Winston closed his eyes and kissed the tip of Hunter’s nose.

“If you fell in love with another man, I would defeat him, make him feel ashamed to be by your side, and drag your gaze back to make you realize that the only person in this world worthy of your undivided attention is still me.”

“And if I fell for a woman?” Hunter asked.

“Then I’d make her understand the cruelty of men, make her realize that her weaknesses are a burden to you and that she’d never truly understand you. So, whether it’s a man or a woman, I’d win you back.”

Winston’s gaze was deep, a force capable of capturing Hunter.

Then a slight smile appeared on his lips, he took the bunny ears off and placed them on Hunter’s head. “Don’t forget, you also lost to me.”

“Hey! I didn’t bet anything with you!” Hunter was about to lift his hand to remove the bunny ears, but Winston grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t move. Let me look at you for a while,” Winston said softly.

“What…what’s there to see?” Hunter blushed, thinking that Winston tormented so many famous drivers for him, so wearing bunny ears for him to see wasn’t a big deal.

“What were you thinking about during the bunny girl party?” Winston asked.

“I was thinking about you,” Hunter replied, turning his face sideways.

“What were you thinking about me?” Winston continued.

“…Thinking about you means thinking about you. What else would I think about?”

“Then what was I doing in your mind at that time?”

Now Hunter realized that this man was really poisonous. He even wondered if the striptease back then was something Winston had planned all along. This man had planted a seed in his mind, and it silently sprouted, spreading into every little thought he had.

“Tell me, Hunter. What were you thinking?” Winston leaned down to nuzzle Hunter’s nose.

Hunter’s heart seemed to float away.

“I was thinking about your striptease… you didn’t take off your pants back then…” Hunter didn’t continue.

“Suddenly, I understand why you like bunny girl parties so much.” Winston took his phone and whispered in Hunter’s ear, “When you’re wearing bunny ears, it’s like you’re waiting for me to devour you.”

Hunter tried to jab his knee into Winston, but Winston pressed it down with his palm.

“I’ll show you again.” Winston smiled.

He unlocked his phone with one hand and played the song he had used for the striptease before.

The slow, deliberate breathing seemed to draw out every moment, and the music toyed with Hunter’s mind.

All Hunter could see was Winston lifting the hem of his workout T-shirt, pulling it up to reveal the lines of his waist, well-defined chest muscles, and taut back before tossing it aside. “Who told you I have mysophobia? Even if you were filthy, I could still eat you up.”

Hunter couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“And I promise this time I’ll take it all off for you.”

All morning, Hunter learned what Winston meant by “I’ll take it all off for you”—it included his own clothes too.

Winston wore him out, and that song played on repeat in his ears the whole time.

Hunter wondered if, from now on, whenever he heard that song, anywhere, anytime, he would have an erection. It was more potent than any bunny girl without clothes.

 

The race in Russia was over, and they were about to travel to Germany.

Hunter and Winston walked together. Their security check process was smooth, and they were able to enter the terminal nearly an hour in advance.

Winston and Hunter sat in a café at the airport. Hunter was playing games on his phone while Winston was reading a report across from him.

Hunter knew that besides racing, Winston also had other businesses, quite a few of them. When Hunter thought about the words Winston had once said, like “I’ll never let you struggle in life,” he couldn’t help but find Winston, who was focused and not talking to him, quite cute.

He gave a sly smile, remembering how Winston had once “taught” him under the table. He took off his shoes and extended his foot toward the other side, lightly hooking Winston’s sweatpants and slowly pulling them up.

Winston didn’t show any expression, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly as if he greatly enjoyed Hunter’s “nonsense.”

When Hunter’s toes reached the middle of his calf, Winston suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Hunter wanted to pull his foot back, but Winston wouldn’t let go. His thumb moved around Hunter’s ankle, but his eyes remained fixed on the report in front of him.

“Not playing anymore.” Hunter tried to retract his foot again, but it was still held firmly by the other man.

“You’ve successfully gotten my attention, so I’m not letting you go that easily,” Winston said calmly, without batting an eye.

Hunter tilted his head. “Alright then, just keep holding it.”

He picked up his phone and continued playing the matching game.

But who would have expected that, several minutes later, someone would sit down next to Hunter?

“Oh! Even when flying to Germany, you guys have to travel together, huh!” came Owen’s annoyingly punchable voice.

“Yep. With no one to keep you company, you must be really lonely?” Hunter asked without looking up.

“Now that you guys are here, I’m not lonely anymore!”

Hunter curled his lips. Who would care about you?

Winston across the table just slightly raised his head in acknowledgment, considering it a greeting.

Even after Owen joined them, Winston still didn’t release Hunter’s leg. He continued to treat the foot resting on his lap as if it were a cat, occasionally stroking the top of Hunter’s foot through his sock.

Even though it tickled, Hunter had to pretend as if nothing was happening.

Owen ordered a cappuccino and focused intently on his snack. He surely knew Hunter’s leg was on Winston’s lap but pretended to be oblivious.

At that moment, another familiar voice chimed in.

“Oh! Since you guys are all gathered here, you wouldn’t mind if I joined, would you?”

Hunter looked up to see Nicky.

“What are you doing here!”

“Aha! Why do I feel like you’re not happy to see me? Don’t forget, I’m one of your main sponsors!” Nicky raised his hand to order a cup of coffee.

“You’re Marcus’s sponsor, not mine,” Hunter said, deliberately putting on a disgusted face.

As soon as Nicky lowered his head, he saw that Winston was holding one of Hunter’s legs. He just shook his head with a sigh. “Even showing off affection should have its limits. Be careful, or I might get so upset that I’ll take you all down.”

Owen nodded in strong agreement.

It turned out that Nicky had also come to watch the race in Russia and was about to rush to New York for business matters. However, when he passed the café and happened to see Hunter and Winston, he decided to join them.

Hunter grumbled internally, wondering why Owen didn’t go hang out with the Red Bull team! And why wasn’t Nicky flying on his private jet!

“Little Hunter, I heard that some drivers held a bunny girl party after the race… Why didn’t you invite me?” Nicky blinked regretfully. “If I dressed up as a bunny girl for you, you’d be afraid of being swayed, wouldn’t you?”

“Huh?” As soon as Nicky said that, Hunter started to imagine things involuntarily.

An innocent Nicky wearing bunny ears could really make someone feel all kinds of things!

“Ouch!”

Winston squeezed Hunter’s ankle so hard that Hunter nearly dropped his phone.

“Hahaha!” Nicky laughed.

“Hunter…” Owen turned to ask, “Did you just drink some milk foam?”

“You’re the one drinking milk foam! I just had a cappuccino!” Hunter expressed his extreme dissatisfaction with Owen’s blatant lie.

“It’s just… you have milk foam on your lips…” Owen pointed to the corner of his mouth.

“Huh? Really?” Hunter stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.

“There’s still some here, here, and here.” Owen pointed, moving his finger around.

Hunter stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked a small half-circle around his lips.

His online game was at a crucial moment, so he lowered his head and continued playing while licking.

Nicky, who was sitting opposite him, stared in a daze.

Owen looked pleased.

The next moment, Winston set down his report, extended his arm, and cupped Hunter’s mouth with his hand.

Hunter hadn’t yet retracted his tongue, so it touched Winston’s fingers.

Hunter looked up and met Winston’s unsmiling eyes.

The air pressure around him seemed to drop. Hunter realized he had been drinking coffee from a bottle, not a cup, so how could there be foam on his face?

“Isn’t Hunter’s tongue cute?” Owen propped his chin in his hand and looked at Nicky across the table.

“…Cute…” Nicky began but then stopped himself, “Even if it is, it belongs to Winston!”

Owen sighed in exasperation. “You are so useless! You don’t even dare to give a compliment.”

Nicky made a helpless gesture.

This wasn’t a compliment. For Winston, it was an “improper thought” and could be fatal.

“Let’s go. It’s almost time to board.” Winston finally released Hunter’s ankle.

Hunter quickly put his shoes back on, slung his bag over his shoulder, and followed Winston.

He didn’t want to board the plane with Owen.

“See, you’ve made Winston mad. Now I won’t get to keep watching Hunter,” Nicky said with extreme regret.

“What, you just wanted to watch him?” Owen said half-jokingly.

“Of course, I’d rather fuck him,” Nicky said with a hopeful expression. “You don’t know how silly he looked when I first saw him.”

“Well, keep dreaming. Vann Winston will kill you.” Owen stretched lazily, then got up to board the plane.

Hunter pulled down his eye mask, ready to sleep.

“Hunter,” Winston’s voice whispered softly in his ear.

“Hmm?” Hunter responded.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom together later?” Hunter was the only one who could hear Winston’s voice.

“What are you talking about!”

Hunter pulled up his eye mask and glared at Winston. This flight not only had Owen but also Chen Mobai from the Lotus team!

He saw the smile on the corner of Winston’s mouth. This guy was teasing him.

“You’re just as annoying as Owen.”

Hunter was about to pull his eye mask down again, but Winston grabbed his wrist.

“I’m definitely different from Owen.”

“How so?”

“He only got you to stick your tongue out, but I got to suck on it.”

Hunter yanked the eye mask down forcefully and turned his head to the other side. But his heart was racing, and he couldn’t stop imagining the feeling of Winston’s tongue entwined with his own fiercely.

He really wanted to go to the bathroom together…

 

It was already evening when they arrived at the Hockenheimring track, on the west side of Hockenheim.

For the first time, the Marcus team had chosen the same hotel as the Ferrari team, which made Hunter very happy.

“How did Marcus manage to book this hotel? I heard last year it wasn’t here.”

Shen Chuan smiled before whispering in Hunter’s ear, “Because I told Marcus that Little Xi and I especially like this hotel. If he didn’t book it here, I would have brought Little Xi to stay here myself.”

“You’re really a great brother to me!” Hunter patted Shen Chuan’s shoulder happily.

Hunter soon found out that his room was next to Winston’s room. Even though two rooms weren’t necessary, Hunter was thrilled.

When Hunter opened the door to his room, he found a gift box placed on the white sheets.

Hunter froze for a moment, suddenly thinking of Merlin, and felt a slight panic. “This isn’t a bomb, is it?”

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a message from Nicky: I’m delighted you’re staying at a Nicky Group hotel. There’s a specially ordered gift on the bed. Don’t like it too much.

“Oh? So the gift was sent by that Nicky guy?”

Hunter curiously unwrapped the gift box and found a box of chocolates inside. However, the chocolates had strange shapes, with patterns around them and what appeared to be small cracks in the middle.

Hunter picked one up and examined it for a while.

The card in the box likely contained an ingredient list, but since it wasn’t in English, Hunter couldn’t read it.

“There’s no poison in it, right?” Hunter was hesitant to eat it, recalling how Nicky had once dressed as a woman to trick him.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door. The knocking was steady, neither too fast nor too slow. Hunter quickly got up to open it.

“Winston! Your room is right next to mine!”

Winston dragged his suitcase in and gave Hunter a faint smile. “You’re emphasizing that my room is next to yours. Does that mean you don’t want to sleep with me tonight?”

“How could that be!”

Winston noticed the unwrapped wrapping paper on the bed and casually picked up the box to examine it.

Hunter suddenly became nervous. Even though Winston’s actions seemed nonchalant, he was sure that the guy was plotting something in his mind.

“This is a gift from Nicky. A thank you for staying at his hotel chain,” Hunter quickly explained. “And I didn’t eat it randomly!”

“Mm,” Winston murmured softly, picking up the elegant ingredient card. “It’s fine. You can eat it.”

“Really?”

“Mm, it’s good to get some extra calories before the race.”

Hunter moved closer to Winston and lay down beside him.

“But the shape of this chocolate is so strange…”

Hunter picked one up and examined it through the wrapping.

“So, when he said it was specially made, he meant this weird shape?”

“You can just try it yourself,” Winston said, turning his face away.

“Okay! I’ll give it a try!”

Hunter placed it between his teeth and took a bite, not expecting it to have a filling inside!

“Mmm… chocolate with a liquor filling!” Hunter covered his mouth and tried to get up.

“Don’t get up. It’ll spill.” Winston leaned in and picked up the small piece of chocolate that Hunter had bitten. “Open your mouth.”

“Ah…” Hunter instantly understood.

Winston, half-leaning on his side, lowered his eyebrows and raised his wrist as if pouring liquor into Hunter’s lips.

As the cool liquid flowed into the gap between his lips, Winston leaned in and used his tongue to lap up the liquor that trickled down the corner of Hunter’s mouth.

Hunter’s emotions seemed to drown in the liquor, swirling and wavering with the angle of Winston’s wrist.

“Do you know what kind of liquor it is?” Winston asked softly.

“It’s definitely not beer.” Hunter’s gaze followed Winston’s fingers as he chewed the remaining piece of chocolate.

“Then try another piece.” Winston picked up another piece of chocolate, this time biting into it himself.

The “crack” sound felt like it broke something inside Hunter. He suddenly wanted to pull the man in front of him into a bold kiss.

Instead, Winston pressed the chocolate against Hunter’s lips, letting the liquor filling flow into Hunter’s mouth through the hole in the chocolate.

The cool sensation, mixed with Winston’s intense gaze, seemed to ignite a spark.

“Do you taste it now?” Winston asked.

“It’s not red wine,” Hunter responded, smiling.

In reality, he had only limited experience with liquor and couldn’t identify it well.

Winston turned his face and kissed Hunter’s chin. He picked up another piece, bit into it lightly, and poured more liquor into Hunter’s mouth.

“It’s not champagne.”

Hunter suddenly loved the gift Nicky had given him.

Winston’s eyes held a faint smile that Hunter could sense. Without realizing it, Hunter finished the entire box of chocolates with liquor filling.

The empty chocolate wrappers were placed back into the box.

Hunter’s body felt warm. When Winston’s fingertips touched his lips and slowly parted them, Hunter didn’t even notice that his fingers were no longer holding any chocolate.

He subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick the smooth curve of Winston’s fingers.

Feeling a bit feverish, Hunter noticed that Winston seemed different from usual.

“Hunter.”

“Hmm…” Hunter responded softly, feeling lazy. After that, he bit Winston’s fingertip, applying a little pressure to show he wanted to stay with him as long as possible.

Winston’s finger didn’t pull away but caressed Hunter’s tongue gently until Hunter relaxed his grip, and then they slowly parted.

Hunter wasn’t aware of when Winston had turned to lie on top of him, kissing and sucking him tenderly. He found himself gripping the sheets near his ears while Winston grasped his wrists and wrapped them around his waist.

“Can I try it too?”

Winston’s voice was very soft, but even so, it felt intensely hot in Hunter’s ears, a comforting warmth that made him want to lean his whole body against it.

“Mm…”

After Hunter responded, he was greeted with a crushing kiss. He didn’t fully understand what was happening, only that everything about him was entirely controlled by the man in front of him.

He made moans he couldn’t believe, his body feeling softer than it ever had before. Before he climaxed, Winston’s shaft slid inside him, but the head couldn’t go further due to Hunter’s tightness.

Hunter was extremely sensitive to Winston’s presence—his curve, his shape, his heat. Even the slightest change in the blood flow in Winston’s veins was a powerful stimulus for Hunter.

“You… you’re really going to squeeze me to death…” Winston paused there and closed his eyes. Even though only a small part was enveloped by Hunter, Winston felt like a blessing.

Hunter lowered his head, telling himself to relax, but it wasn’t that simple… Winston’s size was so large, stretching his inner walls wide. Even just the tip of Winston’s cock seemed to stretch Hunter’s passage to the limit, almost to the point of tearing.

Sweat dripped from Hunter’s temple. He wanted Winston to be more comfortable.

“Come… come in a bit more…” Hunter stuttered, his voice and thoughts dominated by the pulsing of Winston’s member. Even if Winston didn’t fully enter him, Hunter felt completely possessed, every part of his body marked by Winston.

Winston gently teased the spot where they were connected, pulling out slowly and then easing back in little by little. Even the smallest movement drove him crazy. As he gave a slight thrust, Hunter had to open his mouth wide to breathe.

“Are you… all the way in yet?”

“Just a bit more…” Winston whispered next to Hunter’s ear, sounding tortured.

In reality, Winston had only managed to get the head inside.

“Then come all the way in…”

“Baby… you’ll tear,” Winston’s voice was like a blazing fire but was sealed in a block of ice.

“I’m not afraid…” Hunter couldn’t support his upper body, his forehead pressed against the pillow.

“But I am…” Winston slowly withdrew, the friction at Hunter’s opening seemed to make his blood flow from his heart.

Hunter almost collapsed face down onto the bed, but Winston held him in his arms. They kissed passionately. Their desire flared as they embraced each other tightly, their bodies rubbing together until they finally reached release.

Even after that, Hunter remained curled up in Winston’s arms, turning his face with a dazed look, only seeing Winston’s ear. The intense and powerful feelings hadn’t dissipated, and Hunter subconsciously bit Winston’s ear.

Winston, lying next to him, looked up at him with deep eyes and kissed him passionately again.

 

The next morning, the coach responsible for the Marcus team’s physical conditioning felt disheartened once more as Hunter missed practice.

Hunter lay in bed, having slept through everything.

Winston had finished his morning practice and returned to the room. He sat by the bed, gently brushing Hunter’s hair from his forehead. Hunter’s hair was indeed long, though he had it cut a bit shorter during their time in Malaysia. Although it was slightly shorter, at least it wasn’t cut into a buzz cut, so it still felt soft to the touch.

“Mm…” Hunter murmured softly. Winston leaned in, trying to hear him clearly, but Hunter simply hugged the quilt and turned away.

Winston lay beside him, still in his workout clothes, and wrapped his arms around him.

Hunter didn’t wake up until close to noon. He sat at the bedside in a daze for a long time before grabbing the back of his head and glancing at the box of chocolates he had kicked under the bed.

Winston poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

“Why did I feel so strange yesterday?”

It seemed like everything around him came from another world, including Winston… It was so unbelievably beautiful and sexy.

“Really? I thought that you were great yesterday, very relaxed.”

Hunter looked at Winston’s fingers holding the cup of water and blushed.

After Winston had pulled out, he had inserted three fingers into Hunter’s hole. The intense and uncontrollable feelings were more overwhelming than ever before. It felt like an immense desire that couldn’t be easily released, making Hunter imagine endlessly about being completely possessed by Winston.

“Um… what kind of liquor was in the chocolates?” Hunter asked curiously.

“Japanese sake,” Winston answered with a clear teasing smile at the corner of his mouth.

“What!” Hunter was stunned. “Why didn’t I taste it?”

He was fine with beer, and could handle a bit of champagne and red wine, but sake was a different story. Winston should have known that.

That guy must have done it on purpose.

He had even talked about buying a submarine with just one bed and sake!

“Probably because I fed it to you?” Winston leaned closer to Hunter, his eyes carrying a slight smile.

This guy was so happy.

Hunter knew it was because of last night. If Winston had pushed in a bit more, he might have gone all the way, but no one knew if it would have caused any injury. Still, compared to before, it was significant progress.

Suddenly, Hunter had an epiphany. He threw off the quilt, got up from the bed, and picked up the chocolate box from the floor.

“So… so the shape of the chocolate was… was that thing! Damn it! That Nicky guy was mocking me!”

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The author has something to say:

Hunter: I’m going to beat up Nicky!

Winston: Forget it, actually, I was the one who ordered the liquor-filled chocolates.

Hunter: What?

Winston: Sake helps you relax.

Hunter: I’m going crazy!