IG: Chapter 3 - Interfemoral Sex
The night was agonizing. His erection wouldn't subside no matter what he did. With someone else in the house, Jiang Xinbai couldn't even make much noise. He could only keep drinking water, over and over, forcing himself to urinate in an effort to flush the drug out of his system.
He tossed and turned for a whole night.
When they met again the next day, Jiang Xinbai felt a momentary uncertainty about how to face his boss after the intimate contact in the bar restroom. However, Yang Guangsheng didn't look like anything was out of the ordinary; he was the type to play and forget, acting exactly as he always did.
Such contact seemed all too common for Yang Guangsheng, leaving no room for awkwardness. Thus, Jiang Xinbai did his best to wipe his memory clean and act as if nothing had happened.
That day, Yang Guangsheng happily told Jiang Xinbai, "From what my dad says, he might let me go back to Jiangcheng soon. I have to put on a show for a while."
And he truly did put on a show. For the next few days, he was exceptionally quiet, no longer going out to run wild. He even occasionally loitered around the headquarters, giving Jiang Xinbai a task: "See if there's anything I can get my hands on."
Jiang Xinbai took this question to the Chairman's secretary. Secretary Wang looked a bit conflicted before telling him, "If young Mr. Yang wants to work, there are things to do. But if he actually starts working, Old Mr. Yang might get so happy that he won't let him go back to Jiangcheng. Is he willing to risk that?"
Jiang Xinbai thought about it and said, "He probably only wants to perform so he can return to Jiangcheng."
Secretary Wang quirked an eyebrow and said reluctantly, "Then... let young Mr. Yang buy some fruit for the front desk."
When Jiang Xinbai relayed this answer to Yang Guangsheng, the young CEO didn't feel insulted at all. He cheerfully purchased many boxes of high-end fruit to be placed at the headquarters, distributing them as a mid-year benefit for the staff.
A few days later, Yang Guangsheng went back to Old Yang's house for dinner, mentioning that his company had a new game launching and many activities to manage. Old Yang felt it had been long enough; after giving him a lecture and some instructions, he officially lifted the ban.
"One more thing," Yang Guangsheng said obediently. "Regarding the assistant, I still need to find someone who understands my work over there. I need to find them within my own company. Is that okay, Dad? If you just want someone to watch me, I promise I'll be good. I won't see anyone on your blacklist. From now on, I'll only associate with respectable people – I'll choose my friends from the Top Ten Outstanding Youth lists, and I'll be as low-profile as dirt. But for an assistant, work has to come first, wouldn't you say?"
"Did your last assistant put work first?" Yang Zhixing shot him a look.
"...Dad, my work over there is piling up. It's a critical moment. You're a master of talent management; how could you use a disciplinary committeeman as a study minister right now? Huh?"
Yang Zhixing pondered for a moment and said indifferently, "Make your own choice. But keep your word."
That night, Yang Guangsheng held another party at an entertainment club, gathering friends for a celebration that was also a farewell. It seemed he wanted to make up for all the "good behavior" of the past few days.
Jiang Xinbai ordered a glass of juice as usual, sitting far away and watching the group enjoy themselves.
Some of Yang Guangsheng's friends were truly talented singers – professionals, really, just missing a chance to debut. These people wouldn't miss any opportunity to showcase themselves. Others were already somewhat famous in the industry; those individuals were noticeably more reserved. But if Yang Guangsheng spoke up, they would certainly give him face and sing.
He didn't quite understand how the thirty-three-year-old Yang Guangsheng still had so much energy. What was the point of drinking and talking nonsense with people every day? And what the hell was the point of refusing to take over such a massive commercial real estate empire just to run a small game company?
He saw someone from the party walking toward him again. This time it was a group of three. Yang Guangsheng was also watching him from his seat, smiling. He guessed his boss was playing another game of "whoever can get that dullard over here gets a gift."
Jiang Xinbai didn't feel guilty about those people failing. Yang Guangsheng wouldn't take back whatever he’d promised anyway; it didn't matter if he went over or not, they would get their reward. Yang Guangsheng just had money to burn.
When the group was still halfway to him, Jiang Xinbai quickly sucked down the rest of his juice, stood up, and turned toward the public restroom. He walked through the dim, smoke-filled corridors, passing private rooms that were either filled with laughter and clinking glasses, howling like ghosts, or perfectly silent. Just as he reached the restroom door, the three people caught up to him.
"Assistant Jiang! You! You aren't allowed to run away today. Are you really that big of a deal? Your boss is going to Jiangcheng tomorrow; if you don't even offer a farewell toast, aren't you being a bit out of line as a subordinate?"
"..." He found himself speechless. "Ah."
"No matter what, you have to have a drink with us today. Let's go, let's go!"
"Mr. Yang, I really can't drink," he said in front of Yang Guangsheng.
Yang: "Then why won't it work, wifey?"
Everyone who heard him laughed.
"I'll..." Jiang Xinbai said seriously, "I might do strange things."
Jiang Xinbai: "Black out. Lose control."
A few more people laughed. "No shit!"
Yang Guangsheng also gave a nonchalant laugh.
Yang Guangsheng didn't force him to drink anymore, but he was still intentionally pressured into it by the others. He had no tolerance for alcohol naturally, and after just a few glasses, he was completely dazed. Soft bodies leaned against him, and sweet voices whispered in his ear, their breath hot.
Then, he felt a soft touch brush against the corner of his mouth. He instinctively turned his face away, and suddenly, a warm hand reached over and covered his mouth.
It was that familiar voice, always laced with a bit of a mischievous smile. "No kissing the mouth. This little guy of mine is pure; he still has his first kiss. He's saving it for someone he likes."
Unsurprisingly, Yang Guangsheng stayed out late that night.
"Wifey. Wifey," Yang Guangsheng called out, hanging his weight on Jiang Xinbai. "Did you call the driver? Take me and Xiao Guang to the hotel. We’re going to go night-night."
"....." Jiang Xinbai was leaning against a sofa, dozing in his drunken stupor. Hearing the voice, he sat up to support him and took the car keys from him. "I'll call one now."
The designated driver arrived. The two of them sat slumped in the back seat as the driver started the car.
The car traveled through the flickering, dim streetlights. It was very quiet.
Yang Guangsheng's tie clip and collar button had mysteriously disappeared, revealing his collarbone. Jiang Xinbai watched him in a daze. He remembered that light blue gemstone that had sparkled because of those quick, skilled, and expert movements. Had it been given away too?
"...Where's Xiao Guang?" Jiang Xinbai asked.
"...Ah. Oh shit," Yang Guangsheng said. "Where's Xiao Guang? Why the hell didn't you let him in the car? Then who am I going to sleep with? You?"
"....." Jiang Xinbai scratched his face.
"Idiot," Yang Guangsheng muttered, calling Xiao Guang. "Hello? Ah. Oh, I forgot, baby. Well, let's meet in a bit. Yeah, the usual place. Mwah. I've got a big surprise for you. Hmm~ I won't say. Guess..."
After hanging up, Yang Guangsheng said, "Xiao Bai, I won't miss you when I'm back in Jiangcheng. You're so dull."
Yang Guangsheng leaned closer. "But will you miss me? Wifey. You've been managing me for so long, are you addicted yet?"
"...Mr. Yang, stop calling me 'wifey.' People look at me strangely," Jiang Xinbai said.
"Then what would be less strange?" Yang Guangsheng pitched his voice higher. "Hubby, hubby~ Then will you miss me, hubby?"
Jiang Xinbai used his last shred of logic to force himself not to tell the truth while drunk. "I will miss you, Mr. Yang."
"Hahaha... liar." Yang Guangsheng answered for him, "Even if you do, you'll only miss my 'handiwork.' Because you don't even know how to jerk yourself off."
"Next time I'm back, if there's a chance, I'll teach you," Yang Guangsheng said.
The car drove smoothly, and Yang Guangsheng drifted off into a muddled sleep.
Despite the smooth ride, Jiang Xinbai, who couldn't handle alcohol at all, still felt like vomiting. He squeezed his eyes shut.
"Bosses, wake up. We're here," the driver said.
Yang Guangsheng was the first to open his bleary eyes. He tried to sit up and slapped the face of Jiang Xinbai, who was leaning on him. "Hey, hey, we're here. Get up, holy shit you're heavy."
But Jiang Xinbai just frowned, unmoving. Yang Guangsheng looked out the window at the bright, spacious underground parking lot.
An underground parking lot? Why? Weren't they going to a hotel? Does that hotel even have an underground lot? The layout and signage looked strangely familiar...
"Sir," he rubbed his dry eyes, "is this the Begonia Life Hotel?"
"What? Hotel?" The driver looked in the rearview mirror. "The GPS was set for Luning Apartments. We've arrived. Do you want to check the location again?"
The driver pulled into an open spot and stopped. He took his phone out and showed it to Yang Guangsheng. "Sir, it's correct, right? Luning Apartments."
Yang Guangsheng looked with vacant eyes.
Yang Guangsheng yanked the hair of the soundly sleeping Jiang Xinbai.
He scolded him with a thick tongue, "I-idiot... hurry up, get up! I told you to take me to the hotel, why the hell did you set the GPS for home? I only asked you to do one damn thing today, and you still messed it up. Is your main job just specializing in drinking juice?"
With his hair a mess, Jiang Xinbai frowned and tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids only fluttered. His nose brushed against Yang's neck, and he took a deep breath before burying his face deeper.
Yang: "...Sir, could you help me carry this dead pig inside? Thanks."
"Oh, well..." The driver glanced back. Whether he was intimidated by the unmoving tall guy or really had another job, he said, "I'm really sorry, I'm rushing to pick someone else up and I'm already late... I really can't... I'm sorry, boss."
Since the man had already said so, Yang Guangsheng didn't push it or offer extra money; he just let him go.
But he couldn't move this completely unconscious person himself. He rubbed his face, looking helplessly at the assistant who was currently a burden on his shoulder. He pushed Jiang Xinbai hard to the other side so he was leaning against the window. Jiang Xinbai's head hit the glass, and his glasses slid halfway off.
Yang Guangsheng drunkenly scooted over and simply took the glasses off for him. This was probably the first time Yang Guangsheng had seen Assistant Jiang without his glasses. He wasn't dull; in fact, he looked quite youthful. A clean, upright "first love" face.
Yang Guangsheng looked at Assistant Jiang with curiosity, and after a while, he laughed. No wonder he insisted on wearing those old-fashioned glasses to maintain appearances. He really was just a kid.
"What kind of assistant are you? Idiot. You must have graduated from the Juice Department of Ocean University," he whispered into Jiang Xinbai's ear.
Jiang Xinbai shuddered and shook his head.
He continued to blow air into that ear. Sure enough, Jiang Xinbai's head moved again. After blowing twice, Jiang Xinbai moved, but not significantly.
Yang Guangsheng went for it, sticking out his tongue and lightly licking the auricle of his ear.
Jiang Xinbai suddenly jolted, lifting his face and breathing deeply. Yang Guangsheng ran the tip of his tongue back and forth over the back of the ear, causing Jiang Xinbai's whole body to writhe as he sat up. He opened his eyes in a daze, turned, and saw Yang Guangsheng right in front of him. He inhaled sharply.
Without the lenses in the way, Jiang Xinbai's eyes were bright but filled with the aimless confusion of drunkenness.
Yang Guangsheng was happy the trick worked, but he put on an angry face.
"Damn it, you're finally awake... Are you going to call a car and get lost, or come home with me? Hmm?" he said.
Jiang Xinbai didn't answer. His dark pupils dropped, as if he were looking at something.
"Speak to me. Are you that drunk? Your tolerance is truly pathetic. A few glasses and it's like you've been poisoned."
Jiang Xinbai leaned in and began to lick the red mole on the side of Yang's neck.
Caught off guard, Yang Guangsheng's entire scalp went numb. He cursed with a shaky, out-of-control voice, "Mmm, fuck! You... you go for the sensitive spot right away..."
His eyes quickly grew wet. He propped one hand against the car window, curling his fingers, while the other hand slid into Jiang Xinbai's hair, gripping it gently.
After being licked for a while, Yang Guangsheng's whole body felt hot. Jiang Xinbai's breathing was also getting heavier. He lifted his head from Yang Guangsheng's neck, looked at his face, and leaned in to kiss his mouth. Yang Guangsheng turned his face away, but Jiang followed to chase the kiss. Yang Guangsheng could only push him back.
"Little virgin, you're losing it from the booze. You touch me, and I'll touch you, how about that? I don't want you waking up saying I bullied you."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his already semi-hard member to show Jiang Xinbai. "Not as big as yours, but the shape is pretty good, right? A precision strike, a G-spot miracle tool."
He shakily straddled Jiang Xinbai's lap, his dick with its large, upturned head right in front of Jiang Xinbai's face.
"I'm the boss, you touch me first."
Jiang Xinbai looked at the thing and pulled his face back, showing little interest. Instead, he stared at Yang's open shirt, reaching out to undo the buttons and look at his small nipples.
"Haha. So you like these," Yang Guangsheng laughed again. "I knew it. Is that why you came the moment you saw them in the restroom? And you wouldn't even admit it. You little pervert."
Yang Guangsheng grabbed Jiang's hand and wrapped it around his own penis. "Be good, you touch me first, then I'll touch you. I'll even let you lick what you like. It's only fair."
Seeing Jiang Xinbai still staring blankly at his chest, Yang Guangsheng reached down and rubbed Jiang's cock through his pants. Jiang Xinbai stiffened for a moment, then eagerly thrust his hips into Yang's hand.
Yang Guangsheng immediately pulled his hand back. "You touch me first. Then I'll touch you. Idiot..."
"I... I'm not good at it," Jiang Xinbai finally responded, speaking slowly.
"I'll teach you." Yang Guangsheng reached back to the glove compartment, pulled out a tube of lubricant, squeezed some into Jiang Xinbai's hand, then gripped his hand tight. He used the webbing between Jiang's thumb and forefinger to rub against his glans while his other hand gripped the base and stroked downward.
The lubricant made a lewd, squelching sound in Jiang Xinbai's hand. It was his first time touching someone else's penis – slick, burning hot, and small... no, not small, it just felt smaller than his own when he handled it. Yang Guangsheng's tongue was like a slippery little fish, constantly twisting and turning inside Jiang Xinbai's ear, exhaling lewd gasps and muffled moans.
Jiang Xinbai trembled all over from the licking, his toes curling. His lower back instinctively arched upward, and Yang Guangsheng used that momentum to lean back, propping himself against the driver's seat. He braced his hands behind his head on the front seat support, his waist thrusting rapidly into Jiang Xinbai's hand. "Just like that, grip it tight..."
Jiang Xinbai's technique faltered, so Yang Guangsheng moved his own hips to provide the friction.
The swollen, glistening pink glans was right in front of Jiang Xinbai's face, sliding out of his wet, lubricated hand with every thrust and then retreating. Using the light from outside the window, he could clearly see the small, watery opening that was being stretched open by his tight grip. After watching for a moment, he took it upon himself to cover the opening with his thumb, rubbing it in circles.
Yang Guangsheng let out a trembling cry.
His flat belly tensed up, twitching from the stimulation. He lifted his hips and then slammed them down hard, landing right against Jiang Xinbai's member, which was already strained to its limit.
Jiang Xinbai's muscles all locked at once. He pinned Yang Guangsheng down with his arms and thrust his lower body hard into the crevice of his buttocks. Yang Guangsheng was forced to arch his back and lift his chin, moaning softly as if he were actually being penetrated.
Watching this scene, Jiang Xinbai panted and shuddered a few times, a wave of numbness traveling from his tailbone straight to his neck. He felt a chaotic sense of panic, but he couldn't hold it back. A surge of heat spread through his lower abdomen, and he came.
He reached down to undo his belt and zipper, pulling his member out of his pants, then grabbed some tissues to stuff into his underwear and wipe himself.
Yang Guangsheng, who had been building toward a climax only to be cut short, felt miserable. He demanded, "Jiang Xinbai! You bastard, are you an idiot? I told you to hold on tight, and you couldn't even do that?"
His voice still carried a light, airy breathiness that wasn't part of his usual tone; rather than a demand, it sounded more like acting spoiled. He grabbed Jiang Xinbai's hand and tightened it around his penis again.
"I told you to hold it and don't move!"
Yang Guangsheng commanded him. Then he continued to brace himself against the seat, rapidly thrusting his hips into Jiang's hand. "Harder, a little harder. I'm going to... come... mm..."
As the body in front of him thrust into his hand, Yang's buttocks also slammed against Jiang's cock over and over, as if they were having sex. Jiang Xinbai quickly became hard again. His penis rubbed against Yang Guangsheng's half-lowered pants, the sensation rough and stimulating. After rubbing like this for a while, the pants were pushed aside by Jiang Xinbai's massive member, and the head of his cock made direct contact with the smooth, warm skin of the inner thighs. Jiang Xinbai's dick was pressed into the crevice of the buttocks, thrusting between the warm thighs.
He shuddered, let out a low groan, and stopped again. This time he wanted to reach for the tissues early.
The penis in his hand was already as hard as an iron rod, on the verge of ejaculation. Yang Guangsheng cursed, "Don't let go! Letting go and grabbing on again are you fucking playing at edge-control with me? I won't let you touch me later!"
Yang Guangsheng forcefully held Jiang's hands over his penis, refusing to let him let go as he made the final sprint. At the moment of climax, he clamped his legs together, his waist thrusting forward in a sexual motion. Thus, Jiang Xinbai's burning organ, caught between his legs, erupted at the same time. Yang Guangsheng used one hand to block his own urethra, and the milky white semen flowed down over the glans, spilling wantonly over his and Jiang Xinbai's hands.
Jiang Xinbai stared blankly at the white fluids. Then he looked up, his gaze hazy as he watched Yang Guangsheng. Yang Guangsheng leaned his head lightly on Jiang's shoulder, calming his breathing.
"Mmm. That felt so good. Your hands are so hot. Get some tissues," Yang Guangsheng said.
Jiang Xinbai took several tissues and wiped away the messy, viscous fluids. A phone vibrated. Yang Guangsheng grabbed it and saw it was Xiao Guang calling.
"...Shit. It's Xiao Guang. Shh."
"Hello, baby, I..." His voice was even more drunken than before, with a bit of acting involved. "My idiot assistant... he called a driver, and the guy ended up navigating to my house. I was too drunk; I only realized it when I woke up at home... yeah, I just arrived... now? My driver said he had another job and left already. It's just... I know! It's ridiculous, yeah, yeah... mm~"
Yang Guangsheng looked down and saw Jiang Xinbai looking up at him with bright, clear eyes, his tongue out to lick his nipple. Yang's eyebrows knit together slightly. In his expression of hazy pleasure, there was a trace of a frivolous, wanton smile. He ran his fingers through Jiang Xinbai's hair, stroking it slowly as if petting a dog.
"Mm, how about I make it up to you tomorrow? I feel so bad, baby. I'll definitely give you double the compensation tomorrow, okay? Why are you so well-behaved..." His tone on the phone remained relaxed. After hanging up, he pinned Jiang Xinbai down on the spacious back seat. "It's my turn to help you out."
Jiang Xinbai looked at him and tried to kiss his mouth, but Yang avoided it once more. Jiang Xinbai retreated and latched onto the red mole on the side of his neck, embracing him tightly and rubbing against him, as if he wanted to press Yang into his own body.
His breathing was deep and long, as if he were inhaling something forcefully. His voice was low and hoarse: "I want to eat you up."
"Holy shit, how are you so lecherous? I couldn't tell at all." Yang Guangsheng gave a soft gasp. "Mmm, don't lick there, you greedy little dog. I'm going to get hard again in a second."
He kissed his way down Jiang Xinbai's neck: "You came just from rubbing against me earlier, didn't you? Then let me show you something even better."
He kissed from his chest, to his abdomen, to his lower belly, to his waist, sucking bit by bit with his tongue, lingering longer on the spots that made Jiang Xinbai tremble, in no rush to get to the main event. Meanwhile, Jiang Xinbai's breathing grew heavier and heavier, nearly losing control and crying out. He twisted his body, aggrieved, and touched Yang Guangsheng's shoulder with his hand.
"Can't take it anymore?" Only then did Yang Guangsheng grasp his thick cock, his thumb playing with the string of pre-cum dripping from his slit.
"Do you want me to blow you, or jerk you off?" Yang Guangsheng looked at Jiang Xinbai, leaned down, and licked the pre-cum off his thumb with his tongue: "I'm pretty amazing at giving head too. Want to try?"
Jiang Xinbai watched as Yang Guangsheng put the finger stained with his bodily fluids into his mouth. He opened his mouth, a sound came from his throat, and his already thin cum shot out high, splattering all over Yang's face.
"....." Yang Guangsheng was stunned.
"Holy shit. Impressive," he finally said after a long while. "Can you have an abstract consciousness orgasm or something?"
Yang Guangsheng took the silent Jiang Xinbai home, reeking of cum. Jiang Xinbai saw the sofa and threw himself onto it, losing consciousness.
To prevent him from vomiting in the middle of the night and accidentally choking to death, Yang Guangsheng positioned him on his side. Then he quickly rinsed himself off in the bathroom and flopped onto the bed in the bedroom to sleep.
In the latter half of the night, he woke up parched, and stumbled shirtless to the kitchen for water. Passing through the living room, he glanced at Jiang Xinbai – he was actually sleeping peacefully. Maintaining the same position, sleeping deeply.
...Except there was something large bulging from his crotch.
"Oho. In the dead of night, someone's in heat," Yang Guangsheng said, squinting. "Young people have such great bodies. After shooting several times, little brother can still stand at attention. Hahaha."
He walked over, plopped down kneeling beside the sofa, watched for a while, then mischievously poked it.
He covered it with his palm and rubbed in circles, and the thing visibly tented his pants. Jiang Xinbai rolled over, face up, and thrust his hips upward. That thing got even fuller.
"Look how uncomfortable your second brother is, let me take him out to air," Yang Guangsheng said.
He unbuckled the belt, pulled down the zipper, and the outline of his cock was already visible through the tight underwear, casually stuffed to one side. He tugged the waistband down, and the semi-hard, hammer-shaped meat sprang out, swaying heavily.
"Ooh~" he exclaimed in admiration. He gripped the foreskin and stroked once toward the base, and the thing showed its fully engorged form even more, glistening fluid at the tip dripping in strings.
Jiang Xinbai let out a heavy breath and thrust his hips upward. The thing stood up stiffly, curving upward. This kid's endowment was truly impressive. It was just that his premature ejaculation was pretty severe.
Earlier in the car it had been too dark to see clearly, so this time Yang Guangsheng used his fingers to measure the length. Mm. Impressive. But this wasn't even at its longest. You had to measure when it was at its hardest and most aroused for accuracy.
Could this quick shooter even last long enough to enjoy it? But he was still young, he could practice slowly.
ʿ*Oh, could he deepthroat it?*ʾ
He had mentioned blowing him earlier, but hadn't gotten to it. He compared the length of the rod with his hand, then opened his mouth against it to measure the depth from his lips to his throat.
He closed his sore mouth and sucked in a mouthful of drool that had been flowing out, then heard Jiang Xinbai's wary voice: "What are you doing."
Yang Guangsheng turned to see Jiang Xinbai staring at him.
"...You're hard again," Yang Guangsheng said, spreading his hands. "I was just looking."
"....." Jiang Xinbai remained silent. He fixed his gaze on Yang Guangsheng's naked body, his eyes sweeping over the small pinkish-brown nubs on his chest. Then he immediately looked around: "Why am I at your place?"
Yang Guangsheng was stunned; he didn't even know how to answer.
"The fuck? What are you talking about?"
Jiang Xinbai looked at him for a moment, then lowered his gaze to his own exposed lower half, finally showing some expression. His nostrils flared, his mouth pressed tightly in humiliation. The veins on his neck bulged, but he only slowly tucked himself back in, pulled up the zipper, and drew up his legs.
"What's with that? Is it a bit late to be embarrassed now?" Yang Guangsheng teased.
Jiang Xinbai continued staring at him. In the middle of the night, Yang Guangsheng was starting to feel unnerved by his gaze. For a moment, Yang Guangsheng even thought he might suddenly jump up and beat him.
He stood up, turned off the light, and returned to the bedroom. He had just lain down when he heard the front door open and then slam shut loudly. Jiang Xinbai had left.
"Fucking psycho," Yang Guangsheng muttered, closing his eyes.
He got up again, turned all the lights on, then went back to bed and continued sleeping.