Xie Shenxing gazed at him tenderly, but his words were anything but gentle: “If even a finger can barely fit, how could it possibly accommodate me?” The man patiently massaged and kneaded the entrance, continuing until it softened before carefully inserting a finger. Liang Chu’s teeth chattered, “Don’t… don’t do this! It really hurts, it’s splitting, it must be splitting! Go find someone else… find someone else!” Xie Shenxing’s eyes darkened. He grabbed a few soft pillows and propped them behind Liang Chu, then pressed his body forward, capturing his mischievous mouth. All sounds were stifled as the man’s tongue plunged inside, swirling and exploring. A finger slipped into the now-pliant rear entrance. Liang Chu’s eyes widened, a pained groan forced from his throat. Xie Shenxing had no intention of letting him go; his finger thrust deeper inside. The interior was soft and warm, as if trying to draw him in further. Xie Shenxing’s breathing grew increasingly ragged, and soon a second finger joined the first.
Liang Chu’s fingers clenched and unclenched, his body swelling with discomfort. He shifted his hips, trying to evade the source of his distress, but no matter where he moved, the fingers followed relentlessly. Tears welled in Liang Chu’s eyes as he curled his hands against his chest, pushing weakly at the man’s torso. Xie Shenxing’s tongue traced each of his teeth, while below, two fingers became three, probing and searching for sensitive spots. Liang Chu let out a startled cry, his protests muffled and incoherent, begging for release. The man captured his tongue, biting gently, and moved the hand cupping the back of his head to fondle his nipple, distracting him. Liang Chu was caught between pleasure and pain, breathless from the kiss, his tongue sore and numb, making it hard even to swallow. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth, only to be licked away by the man.
Suddenly, Liang Chu arched his back, a low, ambiguous moan of pleasure escaping from deep in his throat. Xie Shenxing’s gaze darkened further as he recalled the spot he had just pressed—a small, elusive bump that had taken nearly a minute to locate. He pressed down firmly once more, and Liang Chu whimpered, his face flushed, but the sound was not one of discomfort. Finally releasing his mouth, Xie Shenxing brushed his thumb over that sensitive spot, and Liang Chu shuddered in response, his member stiffening. “Gently… please… it’s too much…” The man’s eyes were dark and intense, almost predatory. He withdrew his fingers, stripped off his clothes, and grasped his own painfully erect member. The tip nudged against the shyly contracting entrance, his gaze growing even more shadowed.
Liang Chu snapped out of his pleasurable daze and propped himself up to look. The organ was thick, long, and fiercely engorged—thicker than a child’s arm, its color unappealing, ugly and terrifying, far more frightening than he had imagined. His face paled instantly. He twisted around, grabbing a soft pillow to defend himself, but Xie Shenxing didn’t even glance up, effortlessly restraining his movements. The man’s eyes were red with excitement; earlier, he had been too cautious to avoid frightening him and hadn’t taken a proper look. The crimson, tightly clenched opening pulsed rhythmically, like a shy, wanton rosebud. With his hands bound together and one arm pinned by the man, Liang Chu could barely move. His mind had been foggy before, overwhelmed by kisses and bites, unable to think clearly, and he had never witnessed such a scene firsthand. Now, he was being forced to spread his legs and expose his most intimate, hidden self to another man.
Xie Shenxing took a deep breath. The tight, quivering entrance seemed almost biting as the glans nudged against it before pulling back, accompanied by a faint, wet sound. Unable to hold back any longer, the man abandoned all restraint. With Liang Chu’s hands still clasped in his, Xie Shenxing pulled him into an embrace, freeing his wrists before slowly pressing him down onto the bed. In their new position—one above, the other below—he kissed Liang Chu’s trembling lips, murmuring soothingly, “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon.” He sealed their lips again, stifling any protests or moans, while parting Liang Chu’s legs on either side. His hardened shaft probed tentatively at the entrance, the broad glans completely covering it. A clear sign of the difficulty that lay ahead.
With one hand caressing Liang Chu’s chest, Xie Shenxing pushed halfway in. A pained groan escaped Liang Chu, prompting the man to withdraw briefly. But before relief could settle, he thrust back in, deeper this time, and let out a soft, contented sigh, reluctant to pull out. He repeated the motion, thrusting and withdrawing until the entire glans was buried inside. Tears welled in Liang Chu’s eyes; the overwhelming fullness made it hard to breathe. Each movement felt like alternating between heaven and hell. After a dozen such thrusts, Xie Shenxing pushed in once more. Liang Chu braced himself, expecting the familiar retreat and momentary relief. Instead, the thick intrusion pressed deeper, the tender inner walls clinging to him like a suction cup. Xie Shenxing fought the urge to thrust wildly, a fleeting thought crossing his mind. To lose himself entirely in this moment.
Holding onto the last shreds of his sanity, Xie Shenxing released Liang Chu’s lips. Immediately, a cry broke free: “Get out! It’s too much. I’m so full.”
Xie Shenxing was suffering no less, buried deep as he waited for Liang Chu to adjust. “Don’t struggle, darling. Relax. It’ll be over soon. Be good.” But Liang Chu hardly heard him, his body tightening further, intensifying the strain for both. That final thread of Xie Shenxing’s control snapped. He cursed under his breath, blaming Liang Chu for his own torment, then slowly withdrew but not completely. When only a third remained inside, he drove back in with force, beginning a slow, relentless rhythm.
“Ah… Slower please… no… ah…” Liang Chu whimpered, caught off guard by the sudden assault. Unheeding, Xie Shenxing lowered his head, capturing a stiffened nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled around the nub, sucking greedily at the areola until skin and saliva mingled with wet, noisy sounds. Liang Chu’s vision blurred, his body trembling violently as he arched back against the soft pillows, gaze fixed on the starry expanse above. The overwhelming fullness below warred with the pleasure coursing through him. He arched his chest, offering himself more fully, and Xie Shenxing chuckled darkly, nipping and tugging at the sensitive peak. “Don’t bite!” Liang Chu pleaded, a hint of pain lacing his words.
The thick shaft plunged deeper with each thrust, as if seeking an unreachable depth. “No! Not like that… Pull out a little, not so deep.” Xie Shenxing’s eyes darkened further, but he spared Liang Chu the truth—that he wasn’t even fully sheathed yet. Without a word, he continued his steady, penetrating rhythm, targeting the spots he remembered bringing pleasure.
“Ah, no… I said you…” Liang Chu whimpered, shaking his head as the member plunged deeper, filling him until his stomach felt stretched. Soon, the discomfort gave way to pleasure. That sensitive spot, which even a finger could reach, was now completely stuffed by the man’s thick shaft. After the initial pain subsided, no matter how the man thrust, that spot was struck every time, though the sensation of being overly full remained.
Noticing that his moans were no longer purely pained but tinged with pleasure, Xie Shenxing breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go completely, thrusting with unrestrained vigor. His terrifyingly large desire rammed into him with brutal force, merciless and unyielding. Liang Chu trembled from his neck down, his body quivering: “Stop! Slower, slower, I beg you… ah…” That sensitive spot was unbearably tender. Even the lightest touch of a finger had overwhelmed him with pleasure. Now, pounded so heavily and fiercely by the man’s shaft, Liang Chu whimpered in agony, “It’s too much! Please slow down… ah…” Xie Shenxing gripped his buttocks with both hands, kneading the soft, pale flesh like a wolf, leaving it red and swollen from the force. Liang Chu couldn’t tell whether it was pain or pleasure anymore and finally broke down in tears: “Uh… ah… I can’t take it…” Driven wild by his cries, Xie Shenxing pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. The man spread his legs wider and slammed into him with even greater force, his sac slapping against Liang Chu’s buttocks. Liang Chu’s eyes widened, his feet arching involuntarily. It was too deep. The area between his legs was a mess, the overwhelming sensation making his scalp tingle and his eyes glisten with tears. Feeling as if he were about to be torn apart, Liang Chu pushed against him desperately, as though he could shove the man away.
The coarse, rigid member relentlessly rubbed and thrust against the raised nub. Liang Chu’s eyes glazed over, each stroke of the shaft sending waves of intense, sweet, tingling sensations through him. The pleasure radiating from his tailbone spread throughout his entire body, growing more and more overwhelming. So intense it felt unbearable. The excessive stimulation caused the tip of his slender, elegant member to continuously leak white fluid. Liang Chu’s body convulsed under the torment, his desire to reach the peak driving him to touch himself. But Xie Shenxing noticed his movement and once again restrained his hands, driving into him with deep, heavy thrusts, burying himself to the hilt each time.
Liang Chu rubbed his legs together in agony, writhing beneath him. “Let me go, let me go… Ah… Mm… So much… Too much… Ahh… No more…” Almost every part of him, every inch of his skin, felt itchy, numb, swollen, and tingling. The tip of his member gushed with even more fluid, as if he were losing control. Xie Shenxing breathed heavily, his shaft enveloped by the tight passage. Liang Chu twisted and struggled beneath him, each movement tugging at the tender inner walls, gripping him tightly, pulling him deeper. The man thrust even more forcefully, pounding into him wildly, as if determined to wreck him entirely.
The sensitive spot deep inside was mercilessly struck and rubbed, the rigid rod seeming to hold a grudge against it, hitting it with brutal precision every time. The pleasure built relentlessly: “Softer… Ah… No more… Stop… Please, I beg you…” Liang Chu felt as if every pore in his body had been forced open, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably whether from physical overwhelm or something else, he didn’t know. When the member slammed into that spot once again, hard and ruthless, Liang Chu could endure no more. His slender back arched sharply, his body jolting as he let out a faint, unconscious sob. With the man’s even fiercer thrusts, he erupted once more.
Xie Shenxing eased his movements, shifting from relentless ravaging to gentle, rhythmic strokes. “So lewd, coming just from being fucked?”
Liang Chu’s consciousness snapped back, his face flushing red as he glared at him. Xie Shenxing chuckled softly. “I’m praising you.”
Before Liang Chu could catch his breath, the man leaned down and bit his nipple, his hand gripping and stroking his member. Liang Chu shook his head in fear. “Have mercy! I’ve had enough… Ah… Sob…” His body, still sensitive from the recent climax, couldn’t withstand such intense stimulation. Liang Chu sobbed even harder. Xie Shenxing watched him with amusement, intensifying his movements. Liang Chu let out a small cry, tilting his head back. Terrified, he twisted and struggled, trying to escape from under him, but his efforts only excited the man above him further, driving him deeper. His body ached and tingled, and he desperately clenched his hips, trying to expel the fearsome intrusion. “I’ve had enough! I really have…”
“What about me?” Xie Shenxing lifted his chin, slipping a finger into his mouth, and whispered, “Coco, I haven’t come yet.”
Liang Chu choked back a sob, his throat tight. Xie Shenxing wiped away his tears, sweat dripping onto him, and sighed helplessly. “Endure a little longer. It’ll be over soon.”
Liang Chu had lost count of how many times he’d heard “almost there” tonight—each one a lie, each one false. The pleasure that had just subsided surged back, even more intense than before, leaving him trembling in a mix of ecstasy and torment. As if fearing it wasn’t enough, Xie Shenxing dug his fingers harshly into the soft flesh of his chest. Liang Chu whimpered and begged through sobs, his fair, naked skin flushing red and purple under the assault. Kicking against the bed, he tried to scramble upward, but the man clamped his waist firmly, ignoring his struggles and kicks. The thick, rigid shaft moved from slow to fast again, pounding into him with the force of a storm.
Xie Shenxing refused to let go. Liang Chu’s eyes reddened; if Xie Shenxing hadn’t once claimed to love him, he’d have thought this was vengeance, not lovemaking. The overwhelming pleasure had turned into fear. No longer a comfort but a burden. Gritting his teeth, another wave of intense sensation crashed over him, wracking his body with spasms. Gazing at the night sky, he cried harder, his voice thick with grievance, “Someone save me”. I can’t take it, it’s too much! I’m going to break… Help!” His tears only stoked the man’s desire further. Lifting his legs over his arms, Xie Shenxing gripped his hips and thrust with renewed ferocity, his member swelling thicker and harder. Calloused hands scraped against Liang Chu’s delicate, pale skin as Xie Shenxing watched his every expression intently, accelerating his movements to claim him even more completely.
Liang Chu’s voice cracked, desperate to flee but trapped. Struggling against his overpowering opponent was futile; he couldn’t withstand the increasingly brutal, deep penetrations. All he could do was writhe, his hips pinned helplessly. That inhumanly large, terrifying length forced its way past his tender inner walls again and again, layering pleasure upon pleasure until Liang Chu could only sob silently, trying to curl into himself. He feared he might die on that bed tonight.
Yet, for now, he still had the strength to resist and let his mind wander. By the end, he could no longer make a sound. After his third release, he briefly blacked out, only to be roused by the relentless thrusts, forced to endure the torturous coupling once more. The man’s massive member had pried him wide open, and when he faintly felt the scalding release fill him, his consciousness had already blurred. His body grew numb, beyond pain, swallowed by boundless pleasure.
“Sensitive and delicate, tsk.” Through the haze, he seemed to hear the man’s unsatisfied grumble. Liang Chu cried out, “I’ve come four times today. It’s too much.”
Amazing! But in reality, he only opened his mouth slightly, not making a single sound, and drifted off into a heavy, drowsy sleep.
Liang Chu lay sprawled on the bed, utterly exhausted, without even the strength to flip a page. Beaver Bear sat beside him. Liang Chu said, “One.”
Beaver Bear understood that he had finished reading and, sticking its bottom up, crawled forward to turn the page. The comic book was taller than the bear itself, but fortunately, it wasn’t too heavy and could be moved. After turning the page, Beaver Bear sat back down, and the two of them—one human and one bear—continued reading.
As expected, Xie Shenxing had kept his word from the previous night, barely letting anyone sleep. Liang Chu was completely worn out, with not a shred of energy left to complain. Perhaps some things are just innate. He had slept through the entire afternoon and evening the day before, well-rested and comfortable, feeling full of strength and mental clarity. Yet, he still couldn’t keep up with that beast’s stamina and energy. After a single night, he felt as though he had been beaten and driven to do ten days’ worth of farm labor.