Chapter 103: Slaughter Secret Society (IV)
{cw: slight nsfw, sexual harrassment - I’ve marked the start and end of the scene in question with ++ and included a summary at the end if you wish to skip this.}
Help: How do I pretend to be a gay man without moral integrity but keep my moral integrity at a hedonistic party? Urgent, online, etc.
Answer: Hold steady first, then look for straight men to flirt with.
Qi Leren, who had made up his mind, calmly talked and laughed with Mrs. Kathleen. Obviously, when straight women and gay men know each other’s orientation well, neither side will be too distracted. Qi Leren felt that this was probably called courtesy-flirting.
Fortunately, the bottom line of Mrs. Kathleen’s moral integrity was still there, and the communication between them was limited to courtesy-flirting instead of courtesy-sex. She quickly recommended her male subordinates to Qi Leren, and showed him her “goods” in a row like a salesman.
The utterly hopeless Qi Leren looked at the group of coquettish men despairingly.
He, absolutely, did, not, want, to, go, one, round, with, men!
“Most of my subordinates like women, and these are not exclusive to men. Don’t you like them?” Kathleen always paid attention to Red’s face. Although he kept smiling, he was always absent-minded and seemed to be not interested in her subordinates.
Assi looked at Red nervously. The mask covered half of his face, revealing his deep red lips. He took a sip of wine and pointed towards a pair of men and women in the corner who were exchanging life experiences fiercely. “Is that man your subordinate too?”
Mrs. Kathleen looked intently and smiled softly, “Oh, Sid? He’s the lover of a female subordinate. Apart from his body, there’s really nothing commendable. If you insist on me saying it, his performance in bed is fine. Are you interested?”
Red’s mouth hooked up, and he lifted Mrs. Kathleen’s hand and dropped a kiss on it. “Thank you for your recommendation.”
With this, he left Mrs. Kathleen and a melancholy Assi, and walked to the corner with the light gait of a cat.
The whole party scene is full of unpleasant smells, the smell of wine, smoke, and various drugs all mixed together, making people indulge in desire, and the crazy music was earth-shattering. Young men and women dancing on the dance floor got carried away, and the pressure of survival was forgotten. They indulged in passion and unscrupulous actions.
It was sad and pathetic.
Obviously, there was lively music everywhere, and there were people who had fun everywhere, but at this moment standing in the crowd, Qi Leren felt very lonely.
After all, this wasn’t a place where he should stay. He had to find a way to get away without being noticed…
He vowed to force himself to keep his eyes open to the end, mind over matter.
“It’s the most pleasing thing in life to light a cigarette afterwards.” A mysterious man dressed in a mask sat down beside Sid. Sid, who was entering the sage time*, paused. Instead, his female companion gave a charming smile and moved to kiss the mysterious man in front of her.
*{E/N: “sage time” means being post-orgasm. I’m pretty sure the implication is that Sid and this girl just got off together.}
A slender finger touched her lipstick-covered lips to stop her: “I’m sorry, madam, I’m not interested in women.”
The woman rolled her eyes, picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground and put them on her body, and walked away without looking back.
Sid, who’d been abandoned by his female companion, looked at the mysterious man warily. He’d never seen this man at the party. He remembered that Mrs. Kathleen had told them that a distinguished guest would come to the party this time…
Wait, what did he just say? He wasn’t interested in women? Then the question was coming. He is sitting here to…
Sid’s cold sweat immediately flowed down.
{++}
The man in front of him looked at his body with great interest: “Your muscles are very good, and your ass is also quite firm. I once had a lover as strong as you, but unfortunately he’s dead. Seeing you reminds me of him.”
Sid, a straight man who was forced to be naked in front of a gay man, felt deep pressure. The man in front of him had long legs, a thin waist, and white skin. At first glance, he was the type that was easy to play. Apart from gender, he was impeccable. He also knew clearly that he couldn’t offend the man in front of him, but… But heaven, have pity on him. He was a straight man!!!
His dull reaction seemed to make the man in front of him only more interested. As light as a cat, he rolled over and sat on him, slowly lighting himself a cigarette. The thick smoke made his slightly upturned lips have a charming allure. “Would you like one?”
“…Okay …Okay.”
The man straddled him, his long fingers stroking his muscles. The cold fingers aroused goose bumps on Sid’s skin. He crouched on him like a snake, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then lit him up with the cigarette he was holding.
The faint light burning from the cigarette butt was very ambiguous in this hidden corner. The masked man flicked the cigarette butt and the ashes lightly landed on Sid’s collarbone, burning slightly. The man breathed a sigh and blew away the ash that had fallen on his skin.
The smell of the smoke cascaded over his naked skin, even more arousing than the sensation of the cold fingers.
The man laughed in a low voice, and the light brown eyes hidden behind the mask stared at him: “But compared to a cigarette, don’t you want to try the one I have lower down?”
Sid’s face suddenly changed. What, this shameless gay guy wanted his chrystanthemum?!
“Hm? What? If your technique is good enough, I don’t mind trying again, as long as it can make me feel good…" The man pushed his knee towards the place where he was still weak, and he let out an embarrassing sound, tempted by the proximity.
The pale Sid looked at Mrs. Kathleen for help, but the latter nodded to him, telling him to do it!
As a straight man, he never expected to encounter such a crisis. If he couldn’t get it up… would he be killed? However, the desperate Sid was left unrequited. The mysterious man whispered an address into his ear, then climbed off of him, adjusted his clothes and smiled at him: "I’ll be waiting for you there. Don’t make me wait too long.”
{++}
With that, he walked lightly through the crowd and returned to Mrs. Kathleen.
“Do you allow take-away?” Red said cheerily, and Mrs. Kathleen clinked her glass.
“Of course, but you don’t need to. There’s a back room here that has everything you want,” said Mrs. Kathleen.
“When people ‘communicate’ with each other, it’s also the time when people are least prepared. I prefer to be on my own site,” Red said lightly.
Mrs. Kathleen expressed her understanding and politely sent him out of the door: “The selection ceremony is in a week…”
Red took his cloak from the waiter and put it on his body. He took off his mask and said to Mrs. Kathleen, haughtily and reserved, “It’s just a ritual without suspense. The winner can only be me.”
“I wish you all the best,” said Mrs. Kathleen.
“Thank you for your kindness. Oh, have my ‘pizza’ come to me in half an hour. I have to prepare some 'good things’ first. ” He smiled and turned away.
As soon as he walked out of the bar, Qi Leren gave a long sigh of relief. Although he stayed in it for only half an hour, it felt like a year. As a great young man in the 21st century, he really hadn’t seen this kind of battle before. He’d almost let his expression slip several times. Fortunately, he was covered by the mask and finally didn’t show his feelings.
Qi Leren had considered rejecting Mrs Kathleen’s “kindness” directly, but doing so would obviously cast a shadow over their cooperative relationship. The best way was to make a proposition first, and then find an excuse to send the person away. Time is short, he had to hurry and meet with the extra sent by the Trials Office who would make a guest appearance, together put on an act with him for “Mr Takeaway”, and then drive the man back on the grounds of “I met a hotter one on the road, so you can go back and continue to pick up girls”. The perfect plan.
Back near his temporary stronghold, Qi Leren whistled, and then went back to the house to wait for the people in the Trials Office to contact him. Soon he heard a slight footstep on the second floor, and he whistled again to signal that there was no one else in the room.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and someone came down the stairs. Qi Leren looked up, and his calm expression instantly solidified on his face.
“Ning… Ning Zhou?” Qi Leren, dressed in strange clothes and heavy make-up and smelling of alcohol and tobacco, immediately jumped up from the sofa, looking both embarrassed and nervous.
Ning Zhou’s eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, then he frowned and asked coldly and stiffly: “What is it?”
Qi Leren felt awkward enough to burst into tears. Could he tell Ning Zhou, who was conservative and introverted, that he needed someone to undress and help him now? He had to replace him!
“Who else is nearby besides you?” Qi Leren asked, deathly pale.
“Miao Li.”
“……”
Heaven will kill me!
—–
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PS: Can you imagine how much the heart collapsed when the author modified this text to unlock it…
Chapter 103: Slaughter Secret Society (IV)
{cw: slight nsfw, sexual harrassment - I’ve marked the start and end of the scene in question with ++ and included a summary at the end if you wish to skip this.}
Help: How do I pretend to be a gay man without moral integrity but keep my moral integrity at a hedonistic party? Urgent, online, etc.
Answer: Hold steady first, then look for straight men to flirt with.
Qi Leren, who had made up his mind, calmly talked and laughed with Mrs. Kathleen. Obviously, when straight women and gay men know each other’s orientation well, neither side will be too distracted. Qi Leren felt that this was probably called courtesy-flirting.
Fortunately, the bottom line of Mrs. Kathleen’s moral integrity was still there, and the communication between them was limited to courtesy-flirting instead of courtesy-sex. She quickly recommended her male subordinates to Qi Leren, and showed him her “goods” in a row like a salesman.
The utterly hopeless Qi Leren looked at the group of coquettish men despairingly.
He, absolutely, did, not, want, to, go, one, round, with, men!
“Most of my subordinates like women, and these are not exclusive to men. Don’t you like them?” Kathleen always paid attention to Red’s face. Although he kept smiling, he was always absent-minded and seemed to be not interested in her subordinates.
Assi looked at Red nervously. The mask covered half of his face, revealing his deep red lips. He took a sip of wine and pointed towards a pair of men and women in the corner who were exchanging life experiences fiercely. “Is that man your subordinate too?”
Mrs. Kathleen looked intently and smiled softly, “Oh, Sid? He’s the lover of a female subordinate. Apart from his body, there’s really nothing commendable. If you insist on me saying it, his performance in bed is fine. Are you interested?”
Red’s mouth hooked up, and he lifted Mrs. Kathleen’s hand and dropped a kiss on it. “Thank you for your recommendation.”
With this, he left Mrs. Kathleen and a melancholy Assi, and walked to the corner with the light gait of a cat.
The whole party scene is full of unpleasant smells, the smell of wine, smoke, and various drugs all mixed together, making people indulge in desire, and the crazy music was earth-shattering. Young men and women dancing on the dance floor got carried away, and the pressure of survival was forgotten. They indulged in passion and unscrupulous actions.
It was sad and pathetic.
Obviously, there was lively music everywhere, and there were people who had fun everywhere, but at this moment standing in the crowd, Qi Leren felt very lonely.
After all, this wasn’t a place where he should stay. He had to find a way to get away without being noticed…
He vowed to force himself to keep his eyes open to the end, mind over matter.
“It’s the most pleasing thing in life to light a cigarette afterwards.” A mysterious man dressed in a mask sat down beside Sid. Sid, who was entering the sage time*, paused. Instead, his female companion gave a charming smile and moved to kiss the mysterious man in front of her.
*{E/N: “sage time” means being post-orgasm. I’m pretty sure the implication is that Sid and this girl just got off together.}
A slender finger touched her lipstick-covered lips to stop her: “I’m sorry, madam, I’m not interested in women.”
The woman rolled her eyes, picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground and put them on her body, and walked away without looking back.
Sid, who’d been abandoned by his female companion, looked at the mysterious man warily. He’d never seen this man at the party. He remembered that Mrs. Kathleen had told them that a distinguished guest would come to the party this time…
Wait, what did he just say? He wasn’t interested in women? Then the question was coming. He is sitting here to…
Sid’s cold sweat immediately flowed down.
{++}
The man in front of him looked at his body with great interest: “Your muscles are very good, and your ass is also quite firm. I once had a lover as strong as you, but unfortunately he’s dead. Seeing you reminds me of him.”
Sid, a straight man who was forced to be naked in front of a gay man, felt deep pressure. The man in front of him had long legs, a thin waist, and white skin. At first glance, he was the type that was easy to play. Apart from gender, he was impeccable. He also knew clearly that he couldn’t offend the man in front of him, but… But heaven, have pity on him. He was a straight man!!!
His dull reaction seemed to make the man in front of him only more interested. As light as a cat, he rolled over and sat on him, slowly lighting himself a cigarette. The thick smoke made his slightly upturned lips have a charming allure. “Would you like one?”
“…Okay …Okay.”
The man straddled him, his long fingers stroking his muscles. The cold fingers aroused goose bumps on Sid’s skin. He crouched on him like a snake, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then lit him up with the cigarette he was holding.
The faint light burning from the cigarette butt was very ambiguous in this hidden corner. The masked man flicked the cigarette butt and the ashes lightly landed on Sid’s collarbone, burning slightly. The man breathed a sigh and blew away the ash that had fallen on his skin.
The smell of the smoke cascaded over his naked skin, even more arousing than the sensation of the cold fingers.
The man laughed in a low voice, and the light brown eyes hidden behind the mask stared at him: “But compared to a cigarette, don’t you want to try the one I have lower down?”
Sid’s face suddenly changed. What, this shameless gay guy wanted his chrystanthemum?!
“Hm? What? If your technique is good enough, I don’t mind trying again, as long as it can make me feel good…" The man pushed his knee towards the place where he was still weak, and he let out an embarrassing sound, tempted by the proximity.
The pale Sid looked at Mrs. Kathleen for help, but the latter nodded to him, telling him to do it!
As a straight man, he never expected to encounter such a crisis. If he couldn’t get it up… would he be killed? However, the desperate Sid was left unrequited. The mysterious man whispered an address into his ear, then climbed off of him, adjusted his clothes and smiled at him: "I’ll be waiting for you there. Don’t make me wait too long.”
{++}
With that, he walked lightly through the crowd and returned to Mrs. Kathleen.
“Do you allow take-away?” Red said cheerily, and Mrs. Kathleen clinked her glass.
“Of course, but you don’t need to. There’s a back room here that has everything you want,” said Mrs. Kathleen.
“When people ‘communicate’ with each other, it’s also the time when people are least prepared. I prefer to be on my own site,” Red said lightly.
Mrs. Kathleen expressed her understanding and politely sent him out of the door: “The selection ceremony is in a week…”
Red took his cloak from the waiter and put it on his body. He took off his mask and said to Mrs. Kathleen, haughtily and reserved, “It’s just a ritual without suspense. The winner can only be me.”
“I wish you all the best,” said Mrs. Kathleen.
“Thank you for your kindness. Oh, have my ‘pizza’ come to me in half an hour. I have to prepare some 'good things’ first. ” He smiled and turned away.
As soon as he walked out of the bar, Qi Leren gave a long sigh of relief. Although he stayed in it for only half an hour, it felt like a year. As a great young man in the 21st century, he really hadn’t seen this kind of battle before. He’d almost let his expression slip several times. Fortunately, he was covered by the mask and finally didn’t show his feelings.
Qi Leren had considered rejecting Mrs Kathleen’s “kindness” directly, but doing so would obviously cast a shadow over their cooperative relationship. The best way was to make a proposition first, and then find an excuse to send the person away. Time is short, he had to hurry and meet with the extra sent by the Trials Office who would make a guest appearance, together put on an act with him for “Mr Takeaway”, and then drive the man back on the grounds of “I met a hotter one on the road, so you can go back and continue to pick up girls”. The perfect plan.
Back near his temporary stronghold, Qi Leren whistled, and then went back to the house to wait for the people in the Trials Office to contact him. Soon he heard a slight footstep on the second floor, and he whistled again to signal that there was no one else in the room.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and someone came down the stairs. Qi Leren looked up, and his calm expression instantly solidified on his face.
“Ning… Ning Zhou?” Qi Leren, dressed in strange clothes and heavy make-up and smelling of alcohol and tobacco, immediately jumped up from the sofa, looking both embarrassed and nervous.
Ning Zhou’s eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, then he frowned and asked coldly and stiffly: “What is it?”
Qi Leren felt awkward enough to burst into tears. Could he tell Ning Zhou, who was conservative and introverted, that he needed someone to undress and help him now? He had to replace him!
“Who else is nearby besides you?” Qi Leren asked, deathly pale.
“Miao Li.”
“……”
Heaven will kill me!
—–
The author has something to say:
PS: Can you imagine how much the heart collapsed when the author modified this text to unlock it…
