Deliberate Seduction

When Shang Di returned to China, an elder in his clan asked him to look after a younger cousin back home who was heartbroken after someone stole the man he loved. The boy was so distraught he was ready to die.

It took Shang Di no time at all to find out who was trying to steal his cousin's partner: Chi Qiubai.

Chi Qiubai, 20, was a notorious playboy in Shencheng's gay scene, a beautiful fox with the looks of a precious jade. He used his bewitching face to move among the city's elite, often flirting around and dating boyfriends who were each more influential and wealthy than the last.

This time, he'd set his sights on his cousin's childhood sweetheart and fiance.

Shang Di had no desire to waste time over this. He invited Chi Qiubai out and said calmly, "Mr. Chi, I have an unreasonable request. If I asked you to leave your current boyfriend, would you be willing? Name your price."

Chi Qiubai looked at the handsome young man before him, whose fortune exceeded ten billion. His narrow, haughty fox eyes narrowed with interest. "What if I want a hundred million?"

Shang Di raised an eyebrow. He wasn't short on money, but a hundred million was no small sum.

As their eyes met and undercurrents swirled between them, Shang Di suddenly felt someone slowly brush his calf beneath the draped tablecloth, in a thoroughly provocative way. The culprit sat opposite him, resting his chin lazily on one hand, gazing at him with an arrogant yet innocent look.

Shang Di: "..."

What a novel and brazen seduction.

Looking at that young, dazzling face, so unruly and arrogant, Shang Di found himself intrigued. On a whim, he paid a hundred million for six months of Chi Qiubai's time, along with his promise never to go near Shang Di's cousin's fiance again.

For those six months, everyone in Shencheng knew that 27-year-old Shang Di was keeping a beautiful young lover, a 20-year-old boy hidden away on the top floor of the Xingyun Hotel.

All kinds of spicy rumors flew around. Shang Di just laughed them off and paid them no mind.

The rumors were wrong. Most of the time, he and Chi Qiubai were nothing more than perfectly innocent roommates. In six months, more than 180 days, the most that could be said was that they once had a casual one-night stand, neither of them thinking much of it.

One hundred and eighty days later, Shang Di decisively ended the hundred-million-yuan contract, which had brought him almost nothing in return, and prepared to leave. But on the eve of his departure for another country, an unexpected guest firmly blocked his bedroom door.

Chi Qiubai was dead drunk. He snapped a platinum bank card in half and hurled it to the floor, his eyes bloodshot as he snarled, "Fuck that hundred million. I don't want it anymore. Shang Di, you don't get to leave!"

Before Shang Di could speak, the drunk man pinned him to the bed and kissed him hard. When he pulled back, large tears were already falling onto Shang Di's face. He demanded hoarsely, "Why don't you want me anymore? Is it because I'm dirty?"

Shang Di sighed and tried to get up to make him some hangover tea, but Chi Qiubai held him down and popped the buttons off his shirt one by one. The drunk man trembled and cried as he did it. "Shang Di, I've washed so many times. I really have... I'm not dirty. Believe me..."

At this rate, Shang Di's innocence was in danger. He had no choice but to turn the tables and restrain the man beneath him. He gently kissed the smooth, pale forehead and said in a voice as soft as a sigh, "I know."

I know. I know everything, you little drunkard.

1. This will probably be a top-focused episodic story about healing. The above is the outline for one story. Shang Di is the top, Chi Qiubai is the bottom.

2. Top-focused just means the story is told from the top's perspective.

3. The blurb was finalized on August 30, 2024, and has been screenshotted.

Theme: Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.