Lin Yuhang knew he was doomed the first time he laid eyes on Xiao Ran.
Everything Xiao Ran did and said set Lin Yuhang's world ablaze. He longed to touch that slightly pale cheek, to kiss those thin, lightly colored lips, to have those long, slender hands caress every inch of his skin, to devour him whole... In that moment, everything in the world except Xiao Ran vanished from sight. He couldn't remember the past or see the future. In a daze, he recalled a line he'd read when he was still too young to understand: “Lolita, light of my life, Fire of my loins. My sin, my soul.”
“Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran, Xiao Ran...” He silently repeated the name, savoring the delight each syllable brought him. The friction of his teeth and lips as they opened and closed felt like joy rising from his very soul. The obsession he'd never understood, and had even found repulsive, in the book he'd skimmed as a callow boy, Lolita, suddenly filled every cell in his body. From that moment on, Lin Yuhang fell into the most hopeless kind of love, and there was no turning back.
A reader's guide:
1. A cool, composed exterior and a yandere hentai top VS a refined, steady exterior and a lovestruck, looks-obsessed bottom
2. The top's favorite thing is making his little bottom cry, then XXOOOXOOOXX and so on.
3. The top's yandere streak comes from the fact that he's genuinely in poor health, so he likes making the bottom cry!
4. Honestly, I'm not sure I can keep writing this smoothly. I originally wanted to write this as an outlet, following the content of a certain kind of smutty story...
5. I just wanted to put up a blurb first and give it a try. If I can keep writing it in a harmonious, democratic, and civilized way, great. If I can't, I'll move elsewhere!
