Gong Ze hadn’t planned on starting a relationship with Sang You.
Even though Gong Ze was also a man of strong desires — which was why he saw right through Qin Chuan.
But unlike Qin Chuan, who recklessly exhausted his energy on countless lovers, Gong Ze was even harder on himself. He understood his own proclivities and his intense lust in this area from the very beginning, so he simply never touched it at all.
Once you open that door, you can never close it again.
Like a wolf that has tasted blood,
a tiger that has eaten human flesh,
Sex — for those prone to addiction — is something you either never touch. Don’t touch it, and you won’t crave it. Once you do, you’ll crave it constantly.
And being too consumed by it affects your mind and your rationality. If you indulge for too long, you might even become useless. This was a major taboo for Gong Ze, who valued clarity of mind and excelled at strategic games of wit.
How many worlds would Sang You last with him? Only one.
He didn’t like changing lovers. So in the future, would he have to suppress himself forever?
He did have some fondness for Sang You, but not enough to make Gong Ze take that risk.
He looked down at the boy beneath him.
The clear, pure eyes reflected a mix of unease, nervousness, shyness, and anticipation.
After Gong Ze remained silent for too long, confusion joined the mix.
After a long while, Gong Ze’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and tossed it onto the bed.
He lowered his gaze — the upper half of his face obscured in shadow — giving Sang You a feeling of detachment, as if he were isolated from the world.
“Sang You, think carefully. If you do this today, it means you’ll be with me in the future. If you’re not sure, don’t provoke me!”
Sang You’s face flushed and his heart raced at the sight of his bare body. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but think of his own struggles over the past few days.
Truth be told, even though Sang You always said he liked Qin Chuan, he hadn’t thought of Qin Chuan once in the past two months. Every day, the person in his head was Gong Ze.
How to get revenge on Gong Ze.
How to tease Gong Ze.
How to get Gong Ze’s attention…
Qin Chuan’s image had grown increasingly blurry in Sang You’s memory. Before coming to find Gong Ze today, Sang You had tossed and turned for days.
He had seriously thought about what exactly he liked about Qin Chuan.
But he couldn’t find an answer.
‘What do I like about Gong Ze, then?’
Thinking of that fierce, cold man, Sang You first felt anger, and then his heart began to pound uncontrollably beneath his chest.
“…I’ve thought it through.”
After a moment of silence, the young master’s eyes reddened at the corners. Shyly, he took hold of Gong Ze’s wrist. That innocent yet bashful expression could stir the impulses of any man.
Biting his lip, the young master said softly under Gong Ze’s dark gaze: “I’m willing… Anyway, you— you’re already my fiancé. Even though Mom and Dad aren’t here, you… you can’t just abandon me…”
“And besides, you and I have already done… that — and you’re still asking me this. Hmph.”
That last sentence was an embarrassed complaint.
Gong Ze took a deep breath. Fine, then — he would give the two of them a chance.
He stared intently at Sang You, his voice hoarse as he said: “Then what if I told you that I didn’t actually do anything to you that night? That everything you saw was fake — that I just knocked you out and staged it all. That you’re still completely innocent, and you don’t have to settle for me. Would you still be willing?”
Or — now that you know your body is still pure and you can go back to the protagonist gong Qin Chuan — would you regret this and run back to your beloved Brother Qin?
Gong Ze thought: This is a test, Sang You.
In dozens of worlds, this was the first time Gong Ze had ever hesitated. Perhaps after this, it would never happen again.
The cunning trickster would continue to toy with the world, fighting against the plot and the main god, without a single glance at love.
But I’m not a good person either — Gong Ze scoffed inwardly.
I’m a big liar. So this is also a chance for the young master to run away.
After hearing Gong Ze’s confession, Sang You froze completely. After a long daze, under Gong Ze’s intense stare, his face went from pale to red, and finally — with a complicated, moved expression — he looked at Gong Ze.
Gong Ze hadn’t expected this reaction at all. He raised an eyebrow in surprise.
The next second.
“Gong Ze, you’re an idiot!” Sang You said loudly.
Gong Ze: ???
The young master threw himself at him with teary eyes, hugging him as he choked out, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I blamed you for so long because of this — I cursed you, I hated you. Sob.”
In Sang You’s eyes, Gong Ze had liked him for a very long time. Back when Sang You thought he liked Qin Chuan, he had done countless childish things just to torment and humiliate Gong Ze.
Yet Gong Ze had always indulged his every whim without change.
Later, when his parents disappeared, Gong Ze must have been worried and sad too. But Sang You, because he hated Gong Ze, had gone to confront him and called him a murderer.
Gong Ze had already hired a search-and-rescue team and was quietly working hard. He didn’t say anything because he was afraid Sang You would get sick. And in the face of Sang You’s accusations, this man swallowed all the bitterness.
Later, they had fought again. Sang You remembered — that day he said he was going to find Qin Chuan, and that Gong Ze could never compare to Qin Chuan in this lifetime. Gong Ze liked him — how much must those words have hurt him?
That was why Gong Ze got angry, took him to a hotel, and pretended to abuse him.
But even then, Gong Ze had been so gentle with him — even that was fake. He hadn’t actually been willing to touch him.
Yet Sang You had never once doubted what happened that day!
He had always found it hard to believe that Gong Ze would ever force himself on him.
I’m so stupid, Sang You thought.
He felt sad for Gong Ze, and deeply moved, his eyes red.
I’ve been misunderstanding Gong Ze this whole time — I never trusted him.
The man being mistaken for a long-suffering, deeply devoted good guy: One eyebrow raised, but he didn’t burst the bubble.
After all, I’m a shameless liar…
Although Gong Ze was willing to give them a chance, that was as far as it went. He wasn’t a selfless, righteous character.
Sang You’s gaze grew steadily firmer. Under Gong Ze’s surprised stare, he ‘resigned himself to his fate’ and fumbled to unbutton his clothes with trembling hands. Gritting his teeth, he said loudly, “C-come on! I promise I won’t regret it!”
Gong Ze looked at the foolish yet beautiful young master and burst into a “pfft” laugh. Without another word, he pulled the boy onto his lap.
“Then you’d better clench your teeth, little master~”
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The searing heat instantly maxed out. Sang You was pressed down, the surging rhythm like ocean waves — wave after wave crashing against the rocks, shattering into countless white sprays.
Their body temperatures burned like the punishment of branding.
The silk satin was covered with beads of sweat and tears.
The chaos continued for a while, then subsided.
Gong Ze’s low voice incessantly soothed the sobbing, fragile figure. The curtains were torn. A few drops of crimson fell beside the staggering, pale little feet, only to be smeared by the whimpering young master.
Gong Ze wasn’t having an easy time either.
Sang You was beautiful, but he was also rather delicate — and, ahem, other parts of him were as well…
After it was over, Gong Ze felt like he had been caught in a door — he nearly broke himself on Sang You.
Truly, painful and blissful at the same time.
Seeing Sang You barely conscious, exhausted to the point of crying with his eyes already closed, Gong Ze chuckled softly, scooped him up, and wrapped him in his arms.
“You did well, little master. You’re beautiful. You’re cute in every moment. Captivating.”
“Sniff… no…”
Sang You muttered deliriously, his eyes closed. He was as red as a cooked shrimp, soft and limp in Gong Ze’s arms, sobbing intermittently.
Gong Ze kissed Sang You’s tear-dampened face. A rare, tender warmth flowed through his chest.
“Go to sleep.”
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