Don't Open an Umbrella Indoors

An albino, timid and frail bottom x a possessive wild ghost top

They say you shouldn't open an umbrella indoors, or you'll see something you shouldn't.

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Because of his albinism, Tu Zhu had to carry an umbrella wherever he went.

During his summer break from university, Tu Zhu went to the countryside to escape the heat at his grandmother's house.

It was an old, old wooden house, with vines and flowers growing all over the roof.

And a boy in white, smiling at him.

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Ever since moving into his grandmother's house, Tu Zhu had the same dream every night.

In the dream, a pair of hands, cool to the touch, slowly traced his arms and the sides of his waist.

But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing there.

At first, Tu Zhu thought it was a hallucination and paid little attention.

Until the sensation grew stronger and the touches were no longer just fleeting.

Fingertips brushed his waist through his clothes, gently traced his collarbones, and sometimes even grazed his sensitive spots.

The instant blood rushed to his head, Tu Zhu woke from the dream.

In the darkness, he heard a faint sigh, tinged with amusement.

And a pair of hands pressed gently and precisely against the front of his pajama pants.

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Xu Ting was a wild ghost who had been dead for many years, though he didn't know how he had died.

The first time he saw Tu Zhu, he thought: His skin is so pale, his fingers so slender. I want to... make him mine.

And later, that's exactly what he did.

A timid, frail human. A little force was enough to leave red marks on that slender, pale wrist.

Soft, delicate A Zhu, don't be afraid. Let me eat you up, little by little.

Blurb written: May 5, 2024

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