DSF Chapter 55

The last day of vacation was spent on Mount Hakone.

Even though it was still the holiday season, everyone had gradually received work arrangements from the club.

Considering the two-month countdown to the East Asian Championship, the atmosphere of returning to work had become increasingly intense.

Several team captains started live streaming directly from the hotel, barely eating their dinner.

Yan Yibing also signed an e-contract with QiYu Peak. Upon returning from vacation, he would have to start shooting advertisements.

Han Mo watched videos of the Korean tournament, and the coach sent him a copy to study during his free time.

Yan Yibing clicked open the first match and watched for half an hour before lighting a cigarette.

Just as Han Mo had said before, it was impressive.

This match was not going to be an easy one.

Yet, the thought of having teammates like Han Mo, Yu Yan, and Chen Chi made Yan Yibing feel reassured.

At least the heavy burden wasn’t solely on his shoulders, and this group of people would never allow themselves to lose.

After watching for a while, he shut down the computer and turned on the TV.

Nightlife on the mountain ended quite early, with no shops open after 6 PM.

Apart from the hotel’s hot springs, there was nowhere else to go.

He didn’t want to disturb others, especially when everyone was busy with important matters tonight.

Yan Yibing leaned back on the bed, half-opening the window, breathing in the fresh air, and flipping through channels.

Several channels were broadcasting anime without subtitles, making it difficult for him to understand. After cycling through all of them, he still found them uninteresting.

But he didn’t know which button he pressed; the TV interface suddenly jumped to the menu.

Among them was one labeled【For Adults…】

He seemed to understand what it meant.

Having seen some of these Japanese works, Yan Yibing was quite sensitive to the words on the promotional covers.

He knew that this channel was for those kinds of shows.

He sighed lightly.

After coming all this way, it would be a bit of a loss not to appreciate the local specialties.

So he had a thought, and his fingers pressed down.

The TV buffered for a moment, and soon a new world opened up.

There were hundreds of films on the list, all for free.

There were also many Chinese characters in Japanese script, and Yan Yibing could barely understand half of them.

He clicked on a title that seemed thrilling, and as the screen gradually brightened, he heard a piece of seductive and ambiguous music.

The first to appear on the screen was a delicate-looking, slender boy, who didn’t seem very tall.

Yan Yibing couldn’t help but be a bit disdainful.

With this physique, could he really play as explosively as the title suggested?

The boy had long, distinctly dyed yellow hair and was wearing a Japanese school uniform. His acting was very obvious as he walked on the street.

Uniform, campus, small grove?

Yan Yibing’s interest dropped a few points because this boy didn’t seem like a student at all.

But someone who acted as an opponent to a slim student must be a beautiful and sexy young female teacher, right?

He wasn’t very fond of younger roles in these films.

But suddenly, after the boy walked for a while, a pair of hands extended from somewhere, covering his head with a black plastic bag. Before he could struggle, he softly fainted and was taken away in a car.

Yan Yibing: “…………..”

Oh no.

Unexpectedly, a reverse plot?

It seems that any industry needs continuous innovation and evolution; sticking to conventions will eventually be abandoned by the market.

It looks like the production team also knows that the cliché student and teacher plots are very dull. So are they now planning to shoot something about an innocent student and a female gangster?

Soon enough, Yan Yibing saw the female gang…boss?

The boy was brought to a small room, his hands and feet bound with belts, cowering in a corner. A big brother with sunglasses, not looking that great but with a good figure, took off the plastic bag on his head.

Yan Yibing clicked his tongue in surprise.

My, my, is the big brother trying to pimp for the big sister?

But honestly, five minutes into the film, the female lead still hadn’t appeared. The sales must be very poor.

Impatient, Yan Yibing fast-forwarded ten minutes.

Then he heard the urgent and embarrassed low cries of the boy.

The big brother didn’t leave, the big brother was… was touching that boy.

The technique was skillful, teasing, and overwhelmingly oppressive.

Yan Yibing’s face changed suddenly.

He suddenly realized that he had misunderstood the orientation.

In this film, it was about two men, and that fair and thin one was the one to be… taken advantage of.

He quickly turned off the TV, and vigorously rubbed his eyes, but the images that were imprinted in his mind remained vivid.

The boy was coerced, eyes red, tears streaming down, and his lips were swollen from being kissed, but there was a sense of restrained allure about him.

The acting skills of the gang boss were quite good. Although his face was average, he was outstanding in other aspects.

Why wouldn’t such a male actor shoot with gentle and soft girls and insist on shooting with men?

Yan Yibing’s heart was pounding, his face uncontrollably reddening, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

He had never watched this kind of film before, and he didn’t even know how men did it with other men in the end.

The impact of this fleeting scene was too overwhelming for him.

The wind in the mountains had stopped at some point.

The room had become uncomfortably warm.

A ball of fire was burning in Yan Yibing’s chest, unbearable.

He put on a bathrobe, preparing to calm down by soaking in a hot spring.

The hotel they stayed in was luxurious, so there weren’t many guests.

The hot springs were divided into private baths and public baths.

Private baths allowed mixed-gender soaking, but all the time slots were fully booked.

Public baths were separated by gender, and entering had to be completely naked.

As a person from the southern region, Yan Yibing wasn’t quite accustomed to being completely exposed naked in front of strangers.

But before entering, he asked the front desk. The front desk said that there were almost no people in the public bath at this time, and everyone bathed like this, not staring at others’ bodies; it would be impolite.

Yan Yibing nodded, took the face mask, lotion, and towel given by the front desk, and walked towards the hot springs with a heavy heart.

The hotel’s public hot spring area was spacious, indoors, connected to the dressing room, making it easy to clean up after soaking.

Yan Yibing entered the changing room and found it eerily quiet, almost no one was there.

Feeling more at ease, he locked his bathrobe and small items in the cabinet, then uncomfortably covered his lower abdomen and pushed open the door to the hot spring room.

Inside, mist lingered, carrying a faint scent of floral essential oil.

He took a step forward, raised his eyes slightly, then paused his movement.

There was someone inside, but only one person.

That person’s body was half-submerged in the hot spring, revealing their back and shoulders.

He faced away from Yan Yibing, his arms lazily resting on the pool’s edge, his damp dark hair clinging tightly to his neck.

His back muscles were very beautiful, and this posture made the patterns of his butterfly bones more distinct. Under the misty fog, the spine presented a smooth line.

Hearing the sound at the door, he slightly raised his head, hid in the water, but didn’t turn around.

Yan Yibing was in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay.

But since he had come, it would be a pity not to soak.

So, stepping on the damp wooden floor, he gently walked towards the pool opposite that person.

As long as he stayed far away, there would be no awkwardness..

The ground was very wet, and Yan Yibing was afraid of slipping, so he walked to the edge of the pool, squatting down first, and tentatively stretched one leg down to confirm the depth.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling.

That person was staring at him.

The warmth of the gaze seemed to transmit through the mist, and Yan Yibing became stiff all over.

He swallowed hard, and quickly slipped into the hot spring water, as if he had done something wrong, hiding himself away.

Indeed, it was too awkward; he shouldn’t have come in.

The water temperature was not low; the temperature gauge by the pool showed forty-two degrees.

After hiding for a while, Yan Yibing’s skin turned red from the heat, and his breath became more and more stuffy, forcing him to expose half of his body out of the water.

After taking a few deep breaths, his lungs became more comfortable.

Through the water mist, he glanced at the pool opposite him, and surprisingly, the temperature there was only thirty-eight degrees.

No wonder that person seemed so comfortable, not feeling hot at all.

He gazed enviously at the pool across, but before he could observe for long, the person suddenly glanced over.

Yan Yibing had to shrink himself, hiding his chest under the edge of the pool.

Too awkward; he was wearing nothing, and the other side was also naked.

Moreover, mist surrounded them, and he couldn’t see who was on the other side.

He really didn’t want to soak anymore.

The pool water was too hot, making him feel like his skin was being cooked.

But the person on the opposite side didn’t leave, so he was embarrassed to go out.

Otherwise, wouldn’t he be completely exposed to their gaze again?

Yan Yibing remained silent, barely enduring, hiding in the hot water for fifteen minutes.

He could feel his hair soaked with sweat, his vision blurring, limbs losing strength.

The air in the hot spring pool was not good, making his chest feel tighter, and the oxygen available for breathing was thinning.

He really couldn’t stay any longer; he was afraid he would faint.

With no other choice, Yan Yibing prepared to get out of the pool. However, as he pushed himself up against the pool’s edge, his arms trembled, and he lost control, slipping back into the water.

He panicked but couldn’t muster any strength, only watching as the hot water covered him again.

“I…”

He barely uttered a word before everything started to go dark before his eyes.

His mind spun dizzy from lack of oxygen, and he almost couldn’t grip the pool’s edge.

Just when he thought he was about to slip into the water, a splashing sound of water, followed by a strong force grabbing him.

The person’s hand was strong, seizing his arm and pulling him out of the water.

Yan Yibing felt himself being tightly held by someone, pressed against their skin, and unexpectedly, it felt a bit cool.

Yan Yibing instinctively wrapped his arms around the other person’s waist.

Feeling the tensing of the person’s muscles, he was suddenly lifted abruptly, and carried out of the hot spring room.

The temperature in the washroom was much lower, the air was clear, and the floor was slightly cool and damp, with a faint scent of shower gel in the air.

Yan Yibing was placed on the floor, and someone gently patted his face.

“Wake up, Master.”

Yan Yibing heard the voice, blinked his eyes, and opened them.

It was still a bit dark in front of him, but his body was gradually regaining strength.

Fresh air flowed in, and his lungs no longer felt particularly uncomfortable.

As his vision gradually cleared, he saw Han Mo’s face.

Han Mo was wet all over, water droplets dripped from the tips of his hair, falling onto Yan Yibing’s body.

The water droplets were also cool, making it very comfortable.

With a hoarse voice, Yan Yibing asked vaguely, “Was it you in the hot spring?”

Han Mo narrowed his eyes and nodded.

From the start, he knew it was Yan Yibing who entered.

Yan Yibing’s figure was something he would never forget.

But he didn’t dare to greet him rashly.

His favorite person, naked, turned away from him, slowly entering the water, with a narrow and slender waist, a graceful back, and long, straight legs.

He couldn’t help but have some reactions.

The reason he didn’t dare to come out of the pool was that he was afraid Yan Yibing would see these reactions.

But when he found that Yan Yibing had fainted in the water, he couldn’t care much and quickly went over to carry Yan Yibing out.

Yan Yibing’s whole body was burning hot, the scorching skin appearing cute and pinkish under the soft light.

His body soaked in water was tender like tofu, and it happened to be tightly pressed against him, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

Until now, Han Mo’s reaction had not subsided, so he could only squat down, using his knees to cover up.

Fortunately, Yan Yibing’s gaze was hazy, and he didn’t notice this.

Yan Yibing coughed twice and murmured, “If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have stayed in there. It’s so hot.”

He raised his hand, and pressed his temple, the slightly messy strands of hair sticking to the side of his face, and his lips were moist and red.

Han Mo’s chest was hot, and he whispered, “Feeling better?”

Yan Yibing frowned, lying on the ground, shaking his head, “Still a bit dizzy.”

Han Mo pinched himself hard on the thigh, feeling the pain rushing in, slightly suppressing his desires.

But no matter how much pain he felt, as long as he looked at Yan Yibing again, it wouldn’t alleviate anything.

Han Mo also broke out in a cold sweat.

“Close your eyes.” Han Mo took a deep breath, and a bead of sweat slid down his temple.

“Why?” Although Yan Yibing asked, he obediently closed his eyes.

Taking advantage of the unseen moment, Han Mo rushed out of the door, opened the cabinet, and found a bathrobe to put on.

The bathrobe was oversized, but if one wasn’t careful, it was still possible to see the unusual state of his body.

However, Han Mo couldn’t care less at the moment. He returned to the washroom, and Yan Yibing had already opened his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“A bit cold.”

Han Mo finished speaking, took a shower head, adjusted the temperature, and evenly poured it over Yan Yibing. The soothing water flow made Yan Yibing feel more comfortable.

He slowly turned to his side, propped himself up with one hand on the ground, and sat up leisurely.

“Give it to me, you go wash too, don’t catch a cold.”

Yan Yibing lowered his head, and raised his hand to receive the showerhead from Han Mo.

The moment their fingertips touched, Yan Yibing suddenly recalled a scene from the movie.

A gangster forced a guy into a corner, the guy looking disheveled, while the gangster was neatly suited and towering above.

At this moment, he was also naked, lying on the ground, his whole body flushed from the heat.

Meanwhile, Han Mo was neatly wrapped in a bathrobe, with beautiful arm muscles faintly visible.

But there was still a slight difference; Han Mo was much more handsome than the gangster in the movie.

And he didn’t need to act; when Han Mo threatened Liang’s mother, he genuinely had the fierceness of a mobster.
Yan Yibing felt like he was going insane.

Han Mo was his disciple; how could he imagine Han Mo in scenes like that?

“Ahem… give it to me.”

Yan Yibing looked up and tried to take the showerhead from Han Mo’s hand.

Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, his eyes deep, his fingertip pressed against the nail of Yan Yibing’s little finger. “Can you handle it?”

“No problem.”

Yan Yibing took the showerhead.

A trace of disappointment flickered in Han Mo’s eyes, but suddenly, Yan Yibing froze, then propped himself up on Han Mo’s shoulder and knelt up.

“Wait, there’s a stray eyelash.”

There was an eyelash that had fallen off at the corner of Han Mo’s eye, almost about to fall into his eye.

Without thinking, Yan Yibing leaned in and gently blew it away.

The faint breeze brushed past the corner of his eye, and Han Mo’s chest felt like it contained a fragile balloon that suddenly burst.

His blood surged wildly, and evil thoughts clamored, almost devouring his sanity.

Han Mo’s gaze landed on Yan Yibing’s collarbone.

The tender collarbone soaked in water rose and fell with his breath, the neck hollow was slightly deep, holding a droplet of water.

Yan Yibing’s neck was slender, the Adam’s apple slightly protruding, round, and beautiful.

Han Mo really wanted to put that beautiful Adam’s apple between his lips and gently rub it.

He snapped out of his daze after a moment, clenched his fist, and his nails dug into his palm, causing pain.

But Yan Yibing distanced himself naturally and said, “All done.”

Yan Yibing’s eyes were clear and transparent, like a shallow pond, completely innocent.

His curled eyelashes, beautiful creases on his eyelids, that trusting and sincere gaze seemed to see through everything at a glance.

Han Mo felt ashamed of his unrestrained and crazy desires.

His master was afraid he would be blinded, yet Han Mo thought of a hundred ways to overwhelm Yan Yibing in those few seconds.

Damn straight guys.

Seductive.

“If one day I’m too impulsive, it’s all Bing Shen’s fault.”

“Hmm?” Yan Yibing frowned, his almond-shaped eyes narrowed. “What are you blaming me for?”

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