Crossdress Ch62part1

They didn’t sleep together in the same bed, but in the bathroom, they were busy until after one in the morning. By the time Xu Yan was carried back to the big bed, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep immediately.

Wen Sinian, wearing his pajamas, spread Xu Yan’s legs and checked him, finding he wasn’t wearing underwear. He applied some medicine and then covered him with the blanket.

He kissed Xu Yan’s lips lightly, then quietly left the room.

The first night shouldn’t be too intense; one time was enough to stir up the craving. After returning to his room, Wen Sinian took his medicine and rested.

The next morning, Xu Yan was woken by his alarm. He had planned to get up at eight to go to school, but after last night’s exertion, his whole body ached with fatigue.

Especially in the slippery bathtub, when he tried to escape but accidentally slipped and sat back down, a terrifying sensation overwhelmed him. For a moment, he felt his soul leave his body, and his thighs cramped uncontrollably. In the end, he cried in Wen Sinian’s arms as Wen massaged him for a long time.

Just remembering that overwhelming feeling made Xu Yan shudder. He rubbed his lower abdomen, silently comforting himself for the suffering.

He turned off the alarm and hugged the long-eared rabbit plushie on his bed. The nanny had washed and sun-dried it, and now it smelled of sunshine, warm and cozy.

The bed was soft and comfortable, and Xu Yan wanted to sleep a little longer, but the door was gently pushed open.

Wen Sinian, already dressed and refreshed, appeared at the door. Seeing the little mound still in bed, he came over and sat on the edge.

“Baby, time to get up.”

Xu Yan pulled the blanket over his head, ignoring him.

Wen Sinian tugged at the corner of the blanket, revealing Xu Yan’s fair little face. He gently stroked his cheek, enjoying the smooth, slippery touch as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Aren’t you going to school to study?”

Xu Yan was a little displeased and opened his eyes slightly to look at him. “I’m going…”

“Then get up now, okay? The nanny made porridge, and it’s just the right temperature.”

Xu Yan hesitated, not wanting to get up. Wen Sinian simply picked him up from the blanket, found him clothes to change into, and even took him to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Xu Yan was carried the whole time, cooperatively stretching his arms and legs, and soon he was neatly dressed and sitting at the dining table downstairs.

The nanny had prepared some light porridge. Wen Sinian finished eating quickly.

Looking up, he saw Xu Yan across the table, squinting, with food in his mouth, chewing slowly, his head almost buried in the porridge bowl.

Wen Sinian sat down next to him, took the spoon from his hand, and fed him the porridge.

Xu Yan opened his eyes and, hearing the nanny’s suppressed laughter, blushed and took the bowl to finish the porridge himself. Then he urged Wen Sinian to bring his schoolbag so they could leave quickly.

As soon as they got in the car, Xu Yan leaned against the passenger seat and continued to nap.

The car stopped on a secluded road on campus. Wen Sinian saw him still asleep, leaning his head to the side. He unbuckled his seatbelt, gently cupped Xu Yan’s face, and kissed his lips.

Xu Yan was woken by the warm, wet kiss, his breathing uneven. He pushed at Wen Sinian’s chest and moved away, looking at him with a dazed expression.

“We’re here,” Wen Sinian said. “Shall I pick you up at eight tonight?”

Xu Yan, still sleepy, rubbed his eyes and nodded. He was about to get out of the car but seemed to remember something. He turned back, glaring at the man in front of him.

“You don’t keep your word.”

Wen Sinian looked at him. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Xu Yan: “You were just supposed to help me bathe last night…”

Wen Sinian: “Didn’t I help you bathe?”

He did bathe him, but he also did more than that.

Xu Yan felt cheated again. Afterward, he thought he was the biggest fool for believing anything Wen Sinian said.

“You’re not allowed in my room tonight,” Xu Yan said grumpily. “I’m too tired, I didn’t sleep well, my study efficiency today will definitely be low, and if I don’t do well on my final exams, it’s all your fault.”

“When do your exams start?”

“Four next week, five the week after, and two more are course projects.”

Wen Sinian roughly calculated—at least fifteen days.

Fifteen days without… it might as well be the end of him.

But there was a weekend in between. No matter how hard he studied, he needed rest and relaxation.

Wen Sinian had already made up his mind and agreed, “Okay, I won’t interfere with your exams.”

After the exams, it would be winter break—at least forty days, enough for every day.

Xu Yan seemed to relax and, carrying his schoolbag, wandered into the library.

He studied all day, had lunch with Shen Nanli in the school cafeteria, then returned to the library to nap.

Shen Nanli didn’t understand: “Aren’t you used to living outside? How can you be so tired after just one night?”

Xu Yan waved his hand, his face buried in his arms.

He didn’t know why he was so tired and sore, while Wen Sinian seemed fine, full of energy.

Maybe Wen Sinian was a demon, draining all his vitality.

What a vicious heart, and what a miserable life he led. He had to study during the day and “work” at night. He was such a hardworking college student, rare as a lantern in the wind.

In the afternoon, he forced himself to study a little longer, but by evening, Xu Yan called it quits early. Sitting all day had made his waist achingly sore. Last night was different from the hotel and the dorm. In the hotel, he could sleep as much as he wanted after getting tired, even a whole day and night. In the dorm, Wen Sinian held back and wasn’t too rough. But last night… Xu Yan shivered. In the end, the bathroom floor was covered in water.

He sent Wen Sinian a message, packed his bag, and went to wait outside the library. Wen Sinian, seeing the message, dropped what he was doing and drove to pick him up early. From a distance, he saw a slender figure crouched by the flower bed at the library steps, staring blankly at the flowers, looking pitiful.

Wen Sinian parked the car and walked over, taking his schoolbag from behind.

Xu Yan jumped, turned his head, and stood up. “How did you get here so fast?”

He had only sent the message less than twenty minutes ago.

Wen Sinian held his hand, finding it cold, and enclosed it in his palm to warm it.

“Why didn’t you wait inside?”

Xu Yan looked around, afraid of being seen, and pulled his hand away. “I wanted to get some air. My brain is dizzy from studying.”

Wen Sinian’s fingers closed on empty air, but he didn’t say anything. He picked up Xu Yan’s schoolbag and said, “Let’s go home.”

The car was parked on a side road with few people, and Wen Sinian knew he wanted to keep a low profile, so he let him be.

When they got home, the table was already set with steaming food.

Xu Yan sat at the table and ate heartily. He had forgotten the pain, and this life of having everything done for him was too good—no need to work outside, and he had a private driver to and from school. It was so good that he temporarily forgot his sore waist and aching bottom.

After eating, the nanny cleared the table. Xu Yan sat on the living room sofa to rest, and the fatigue in his body surged again, along with his temper.

Seeing Wen Sinian sit beside him and turn on the TV, Xu Yan put both legs on him and kicked his shins with his feet.

“Massage me like last time.”

Last time in the car, the massage was so comfortable that he felt much better when he got out.

Wen Sinian glanced at him, seeing his innocent eyes with no hint of seduction, so he lifted his legs and began to massage him with his large, strong hands.

His long fingers, neither too light nor too heavy, pressed just the right spots, slowly working their way up.

Xu Yan shyly closed his eyes, his body softening into the sofa.

The nanny, after clearing the table, glanced at the scene on the sofa and quickly looked away, hurrying back to her room.

Massaging through his pants wasn’t enough, so Wen Sinian reached under his pant legs.

At first, Xu Yan was worried he might take liberties, but seeing that Wen Sinian’s eyes were fixed on the TV, he relaxed and continued to enjoy the service.

After massaging his legs for a while, Wen Sinian moved to his waist.

“Does your waist still hurt?”

Xu Yan quickly nodded. “Yes, rub it too.”

Wen Sinian patted his buttocks. “Lie down.”

Xu Yan frowned. “No, I want to sit…”

Before he could finish, he was flipped over, his soft cheek pressing into the sofa cushion.

He had a shadow in his heart about lying in front of Wen Sinian and struggled to get up, but two large hands were already pressing on his lower back, massaging him carefully and gently with the same strength and skill as before.

Xu Yan turned his head to the side, watching the TV, where he could vaguely see the reflection of their two figures and posture.

His waist was slender; Wen Sinian could easily encircle it with his hands.

When he pressed on the sore muscles, Wen Sinian applied a little more force, and Xu Yan couldn’t help but whimper in pain.

Then the pressure moved to the hollow of his waist. Wen Sinian’s thumb fit perfectly into the dip, and with just a gentle rub, the sound of Xu Yan’s voice changed noticeably.

Xu Yan felt the massage was taking a wrong turn. He panted and tried to stop, but things were already out of his control.

Wen Sinian was determined to take good care of him. He helped him sit up, his tall figure kneeling between Xu Yan’s legs, and continued to massage his legs.

Xu Yan looked at the scene before him, feeling a little dazed. This seemed like a scene from his dreams, but now it was real.

There was just one difference: in his dreams, Wen Sinian was shirtless and wearing a maid’s apron, exuding a strong “husband” vibe.

He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes a little dazed, and softly called out, trying to close his legs, but all he could do was clamp around Wen Sinian’s waist.

“Okay, okay… I won’t ask for massage anymore.”

But Wen Sinian wouldn’t let him escape and continued.

Xu Yan pushed him with all his might, crying out with each push.

“Let go, let go of me…”

“I won’t…”

“Wuu…”

His hand accidentally brushed Wen Sinian’s face, just a light touch, but he froze, eyes wide, forgetting to struggle.

“I’m sorry…” He reached out and touched the magnified handsome face in front of him, feeling guilty. “I didn’t mean to…”

He actually slapped Wen Sinian.

Wen Sinian only felt a slight sting on his face, but seeing Xu Yan’s guilty and pitiful expression made him want to tease him even more.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been slapped by him. The pain was minimal, but the indescribable pleasure that shot up from his tailbone was impossible to ignore. He could even smell the faint, sweet scent that wafted over when Xu Yan’s hand moved.

Wen Sinian grabbed the hand on his cheek, holding his wrist, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Baby, one more time.”

Xu Yan had never heard such a request. Seeing the desire and infatuation in his eyes, he was completely stunned by Wen Sinian’s madness.

Last time, when he was drunk, Wen Sinian hadn’t succeeded. This time, he forced Xu Yan to lightly slap his face again.

Xu Yan saw the corners of his eyes crinkle with pleasure, and even watched as Wen Sinian took his hand and pressed it to his lips, his hot breath spilling into his palm, his wet, warm tongue licking his hand.

He couldn’t focus on the TV at all. In the end, Xu Yan shook his legs free from Wen Sinian’s grasp and ran upstairs to his room, locking the door behind him.

After a bath and lying in bed, Xu Yan finally calmed down.

Wen Sinian was so strange—he didn’t get angry when he was slapped, and even asked for more. The way he had just knelt in front of him, licking his hand, was like a big dog begging for its master’s affection.

Xu Yan thought that if Wen Sinian didn’t always look at him with such a lewd gaze, he might actually be a little cute.

Thinking this, Xu Yan fell asleep around ten o’clock.

The door was still locked from the inside, and he thought he was safe.

But he overlooked one thing: the entire villa belonged to Wen Sinian.

At two in the morning, when the sleeper was at his deepest, a faint sound came from the door.

Then, the door was slowly pushed open from the outside. A shadow, dark as a mountain, silently slipped into the room, filled with the fresh scent of flowers.

The person on the bed slept soundly, unaware of anything.

A hand quietly slipped under the blanket, moving with extreme care, continuing what had been left unfinished on the sofa, sliding in…

When Xu Yan opened his eyes the next morning, he found his sleep pants at the foot of the bed, his little rabbit stuffed between two pillows, and the sheets in disarray. There were even creases on the pillow next to him.

If the door hadn’t still been locked from the inside, he would have thought a ghost had come in during the night.

He assumed he had been restless in his sleep and taken off his pants.

He got up to wash, and although he had slept well and felt energetic, his legs were still sore.

It must have been Wen Sinian’s inadequate massage. Tonight, he would have to make him continue.

Wen Sinian took Xu Yan to school. Xu Yan was in good spirits today and studied in the library until ten at night with Shen Nanli.

In the shadows not far away, he saw a familiar car. Xu Yan said goodbye to Shen Nanli and ran to the car.

He had already eaten dinner in the cafeteria, but after returning to the villa, he ate another late-night snack and lay on the sofa to digest.

Wen Sinian came over to massage him again. This time, Xu Yan had learned his lesson and didn’t let him touch him, slipping away in his slippers and running upstairs.

Lock the door, take a bath, go to sleep.

But every night after he fell asleep, the door would be quietly opened from the outside, and the person would leave before dawn.

Xu Yan thought Wen Sinian was keeping his promise and not interfering with his studies, so he didn’t share a room with him again.