Lu Lianning leaned down, his hands boldly exploring under Chen Miao’s shirt as Chen Miao stood motionless, allowing himself to be handled.
Finally, Lu Lianning’s breath hovered near Chen Miao’s ear, hot air brushing against his neck. With a teasing tone, he said, “You didn’t think I was going to kiss you, did you?”
Chen Miao didn’t respond, nor did he push him away. Lu Lianning pulled back slightly, and as expected, Chen Miao looked at him again and called out, “Lu-ge.”
Without further hesitation, Lu Lianning began stripping Chen Miao of his clothes, pulling down his pants.
Chen Miao was unsteady on his feet because of his actions but didn’t dare hug him. Instead, he clutched Lu Lianning’s shirt with both hands, his voice flustered. “Lu-ge, Lu-ge, let’s go to the bedroom. Not here…”
For once, Lu Lianning seemed willing to comply. Though he muttered, “What a hassle,” he still scooped Chen Miao up, carrying him through the wreckage of the living room and into the bedroom.
There, Lu Lianning spread Chen Miao’s legs, his hand reaching for his butthole.
Lu Lianning had never had sex with a Beta before; he had always slept with Omegas, who didn’t need any lubricant. So naturally, he didn’t have any at home.
The Omegas he slept with would get their backsides always wet the moment his pheromones were released, their holes contracting automatically.
But with Chen Miao, even inserting a finger was a struggle, let alone accommodating the swollen part of his lower body.
Lu Lianning had never been the patient type. With a frown, he said in a low voice, “Relax!”
Chen Miao’s face was tense, clearly unsure of what to do. Lu Lianning didn’t use a blocker patch at home and the bedroom was filled with the scent of citrus that left Chen Miao’s mind in a whirl. Sniffing the air, he mumbled, “It’s like… something spilled…”
Lu Lianning chuckled at Chen Miao’s inexperienced confusion, suspecting that he was the first man Chen Miao had been with. The more he thought about it, the more his movements softened. He reached for a jar of lotion on the bedside table and scooped out a generous amount.
Chen Miao flinched at the cool sensation, his body trembling slightly.
Lu Lianning leaned down again. “If something spilled, you should clean it up…”
He slowly inserted his fingers into Chen Miao’s tight entrance. After applying more lotion and repeating the motion several times, it became slightly easier. Chen Miao kept his eyes tightly shut and his lips pressed together, but his labored breathing betrayed his state.
The strange sensation from below felt utterly foreign to Chen Miao.
The sound of the rain filled his ears, growing heavier, with droplets tapping against the window.
When Lu Lianning withdrew his fingers, he spread Chen Miao’s legs further apart. His lower body eagerly moved toward the exposed entrance.
As his swollen length pushed into Chen Miao, a muffled thunder rumbled from outside, followed by a flash of lightning that briefly illuminated the room before it went dark again.
Chen Miao’s body ached as if it had been split apart by the bolt of lightning. Unable to bear it any longer, he opened his mouth wide, panting heavily like a fish deprived of oxygen, his face drenched in sweat.
He should have been grateful that Lu Lianning hadn’t turned on the lights when he entered. If Chen Miao had seen the size of Lu Lianning’s manhood, he might have checked out right then and there. No amount of money was worth risking his life.
He couldn’t care about anything else anymore and reached out to push Lu Lianning’s shoulder, stammering, “Wait…wait… please stop, it won’t fit…really…”
Lu Lianning obviously couldn’t wait any longer at this point. Considering that this was Chen Miao’s first time, he’d already held back for a long time, but now that he was halfway in, there was no way he would retreat.
Besides, wasn’t this what Chen Miao wanted?
What are you playing hard to get!
Holding Chen Miao’s waist firmly, Lu Lianning continued to push in, though the tightness was making it difficult for him as well. His patience wearing thin, he repeated, “I said, relax! Do you hear me!”
Chen Miao lay on the bed, trembling with pain, unable to relax as Lu Lianning’s cock pressed into him.
But Lu Lianning pushed all the way in firmly. The tightness almost made him lose control. Without giving Chen Miao time to adjust, he began thrusting.
Chen Miao instinctively tried to curl up, but there was no escape from Lu Lianning’s relentless invasion.
Lu Lianning gripped Chen Miao’s waist, moving his hips as he lowered his head, biting from his neck down to his chest. These weren’t gentle kisses or soft sucking, but real bites.
Deep red marks and tooth imprints were left behind. Chen Miao couldn’t handle such a rough introduction to intimacy, and painful moans escaped his throat.
That night, as the storm outside raged and eventually subsided, Chen Miao was repeatedly tormented on Lu Lianning’s bed. It was as though Lu Lianning had discovered a new toy, testing Chen Miao’s reactions in various positions.
By the end, Chen Miao’s consciousness blurred. He couldn’t distinguish whether the sensations in his lower body were pain or pleasure. His face was drenched in sweat—or perhaps tears—leaving him looking utterly pitiful.
