I'll Keep You for Three Years

Content warnings: grim, melodramatic dogblood story

Dark themes / dogblood drama / top gets hurt / scumbag straight male bottom / cheating bottom / long-haired husband top / cold-faced underwear-washing sleazy top / scumbag bastard manwhore bottom / scummy bottom and sleazy top

A cold-faced, underwear-washing husband top, a gloomy long-haired man. Gentle and obedient at first, then cold and sharp-tongued. The bottom is pure scum, with a morality level so low he could apply for a Guinness World Record for lowest morals and biggest bastard.

The Shen family of City A, the capital, was one of the three great families in the capital.

The Shen family's eldest son, Shen Mingchong, was arrogant and unruly, having been spoiled since childhood. He was willful and violent by nature, and loved to have fun.

He was always raising an eyebrow, lazily leaning against a sports car, a cigarette between his long, well-defined fingers. Smoke veiled his handsome, striking features, and his lifted eyes held a careless arrogance.

He always looked at people with affection. His lips curved in a smile, his beauty breathtaking, yet he acted as though he didn't care at all.

Jing Ning had once been dazed by that look in his eyes.

The Shen family's eldest son, Shen Mingchong, was a completely straight man. Plenty of gay men confessed to him, only to be insulted and rejected without mercy. Just hearing the word "gay" made him so sick he would throw up.

He would stick out his tongue in disgust, gagging, his face full of utter revulsion and anger.

Then he would suddenly move closer and press his cigarette butt without mercy against the hand of the fool who had dared to approach him. The sizzling ember seared flesh, veins bulging across the back of his hand as he irritably ground it in.

His Adam's apple bobbed. His eyes darkened with warning, and his voice dropped, violent and low.

"Fucking hell... Just hearing it makes me sick. Get lost."

He hated gay men. He was physically repulsed by men, disgusted to death. He was completely straight. He only liked women and was only physically attracted to women.

And then...

One day, the Shen family's eldest son, who had once been so reckless and hated gay men, suddenly announced that he had a boyfriend.

From then on, no more street racing or barhopping. He was going to settle down.

Everyone was stunned.

The Shen family's eldest son's lover was a handsome man, a bartender at a bar. His long hair was tied back, revealing striking, chiseled features. When he lowered his eyes, his thin lips pressed together, his black hair falling messily over his forehead and obscuring his utterly cold gaze.

Sunlight slanted across him from the side, outlining his sharp jaw and slightly prominent Adam's apple. He seemed languid and indifferent, handsome and gloomy, almost sharp enough to cut.

Then, when the young man was held by the shoulder in the young master's arrogant, triumphant embrace, he would lower his eyes obediently and nuzzle his neck with a hint of dependence.

The young master would hold a cigarette between his teeth, heedless of the smoke drifting around the young man's pale nose. His fingers traced the young man's slender waist. He looked at everyone with a boastful smile in his striking eyes and said hoarsely,

"Well? My man. Isn't he handsome?"

...His man?

The young master really had gone crazy.

Shen Mingchong liked him.

He liked the handsome brows and eyes Jing Ning lowered indifferently while mixing drinks, his languid words in a low voice, his fragrant long hair, and his slender, pale fingers, each knuckle distinct.

So beautiful, like jade.

He liked how Jing Ning was cold and reserved with others, but endlessly accommodating and even obedient with him. He liked how Jing Ning would carefully kiss the corner of his lips, lingering and panting. He liked the love in Jing Ning's long, narrow eyes, along with the dependence and vulnerability.

So much so that the young master was willing to be the bottom for love, coaxing his little canary... no, little fox. Like a fox made of jade, Jing Ning had forcibly turned Shen Mingchong, a man who had loathed gay men to the utmost, into a "fucking gay" who could tolerate kissing and sleeping with him.

...Still, though...

It was still fucking disgusting.

Shen Mingchong still hated men. He didn't like Jing Ning fucking him, and he didn't like fucking anyone else. He liked women.

But he liked Jing Ning so much just as he was. He loved his scent and his dependence, so he coaxed and spoiled him. From then on, the young master forced down his true nature and really did stop going to bars and street racing, as if he intended to settle down with him.

And then, three years passed.

He put up with Jing Ning for three years.

This handsome, sharp-featured, long-haired young man seemed to genuinely believe he was one of a kind. He had gone from being a cherished little canary, a little fox, a little pet, to the love of Shen Mingchong's life.

Shen Mingchong was so annoyed.

He was sick to death of it.

Jing Ning controlled what he ate and drank, his smoking and drinking... Shen Mingchong already spoiled him enough. Even in bed, something he disliked but had been able to tolerate, Jing Ning wouldn't let him top.

Fuck.

He thought he had probably had enough.

So he cheated.

He would support Jing Ning for the rest of his life. He just wouldn't spoil him quite as much.

Jing Ning could tell his lover had been in a bad mood lately, moody, impatient, and much more irritable.

He planned to rest his head on the man's shoulder and act spoiled that evening, cook a whole table of dishes, and gently coax his lover.

Then he walked into their home and saw unfamiliar shoes, and an unfamiliar woman lying in his lover's arms.

He caught them in bed.

He could always hear the man's roar from that day ringing in his ears.

"Fuck! I fucking hate getting fucked in the ass! I don't like men, I only fucking like you! Can't we just have a platonic relationship?! I don't love anyone else I'm seeing. I'm just using them to get off! Jing Ning! I've put up with you long enough!"

He poured out all his resentment from those three years, one angry shout after another. He hated men. They disgusted him to death! He hated getting fucked in the ass, just as much! Eyes red, voice hoarse from shouting, he cried, "Isn't it enough that I love you?! When did I ever say you were my boyfriend?!"

"This is fucking keeping you! I've kept you for three years!"

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