Crossdress Ch72part1

Hot water cascaded down, instantly filling the air with swirling mist. Xu Yan was still clinging to Wen Sinian’s shoulder, his heart still racing with lingering fear, not daring to step barefoot onto the floor again. He let Wen Sinian wash away the suds from his body.

It wasn’t the first time Wen Sinian had helped him bathe. With one arm holding him securely, he moved with practiced ease. After rinsing off the slippery shower gel, he carried Xu Yan out of the shower stall with him. He laid a towel on the counter, set Xu Yan down, and began drying him off with another towel—his hair, his shoulders, slowly working his way down to his legs and feet.

The overhead light cast a glow on his snow-white, radiant skin, making it seem almost luminous. His smooth, taut skin wrapped around the weight of his curves, a blush rising on his fair cheeks. His watery eyes shimmered with a playful light, but he shyly turned his head away, his voice soft and coy.

Once Wen Sinian had dried him completely, he suddenly set the towel aside, bracing his hands on either side of Xu Yan on the counter. He leaned in close, his breath mingling with Xu Yan’s, and gently nuzzled his cheek with his nose. “Are you drunk?” Wen Sinian asked softly.

Xu Yan only felt his heart pounding, his whole body light as if he might float away. He slowly shook his head.

Wen Sinian nuzzled his nose again, an unusually intimate gesture. His lips were just a breath away, but he didn’t close the distance. Instead, he reached into Xu Yan’s damp hair, gently massaging the back of his head. “Does your head hurt?”

Xu Yan shook his head again.

He waited, and finally, a kiss came.

His heart felt like it was being gently squeezed, the pressure in his hair neither too light nor too heavy, as if deliberately teasing him—tempting him, yet holding back.

Xu Yan, almost defiantly, suddenly leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Wen Sinian’s lips. Pop.

Wen Sinian laughed. “What are you doing?”

Xu Yan looked serious. “Kissing you.”

Wen Sinian feigned ignorance. “Why?”

Xu Yan replied, “Because I wanted to.”

Wen Sinian: “Oh, so if my baby wants to kiss me, he can just kiss me? Then if I want to do something, can I do it too?”

Xu Yan, clever as ever, didn’t immediately agree. Instead, he asked, “What do you want to do?”

Wen Sinian: “I want to kiss you. Can I?”

‘Fair enough.’

Xu Yan nodded in agreement.

Only then did Wen Sinian cup his chin and gently press his lips to Xu Yan’s soft ones. His movements were tender and gradual.

This kiss was clearly different from the one Xu Yan had given him. But Xu Yan found it so comforting that he soon closed his eyes, his arm unconsciously slipping around Wen Sinian’s neck as he leaned into him, his body soft and pliant.

Sensing his response, Wen Sinian began to deepen the kiss.

Xu Yan’s upper body arched back as Wen Sinian’s large hand firmly gripped his lower back, bending him into a beautiful, supple curve. He was pressed against the mirror behind him, its surface still fogged with warm mist. The moment his hot skin touched the cool glass, he shivered, his eyes flying open.

Xu Yan turned his head away, his breath unsteady, shooting a reproachful glance at Wen Sinian.

Wen Sinian’s clothes were already soaked, clinging tightly to the muscles of his chest, rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

Caught between the two sensations, Xu Yan’s freshly dried body was damp again. He felt uncomfortable and pushed Wen Sinian away, sitting up straight. His lips were kissed red, and he pouted, “You got me all wet again.”

Wen Sinian grabbed a dry towel and wiped him down. “Sorry, baby.”

After drying off, Wen Sinian handed him his shoes. Xu Yan hopped down from the counter, wrapping the towel around himself. He mumbled, “It’s fine,” then added, “Didn’t you bring me clothes? Bring them in so I can change.”

Wen Sinian placed three paper bags on the counter for him and reminded, “Blow-dry your hair before you change. I’m going to shower.”

With that, he stripped off his clothes right in front of Xu Yan and walked into the bathroom.

Xu Yan, catching an accidental glimpse in the mirror, quickly averted his eyes.

As he listened to the sound of water behind him, he stood in front of the mirror, dazedly blow-drying his hair. When it was eighty percent dry, he picked up the paper bags and opened one. He froze.

‘These… are the clothes Wen Sinian brought for me?’

He didn’t even need to take them out to know the fabric was scandalously minimal—a red one, a black one, a white one.

With trembling fingers, he pulled out the red one. It was a backless, tight-fitting miniskirt with thin pearl straps, shimmering under the light. A layer of sheer fabric wrapped around the skirt, and a red satin bow adorned the chest. It was exquisite and beautiful.

But that wasn’t all. The bag also contained accessories: a set of red lingerie, a leather thigh cuff, a silver chain handcuff, and some small, unfamiliar devices…

Xu Yan’s face paled. He threw the skirt back into the bag and pushed it away with his fingertips. What is all this? So terrifying. Had Wen Sinian grabbed the wrong bag? Just as he thought this, the water behind him stopped, and footsteps approached. A wave of hot steam enveloped him. He turned to see Wen Sinian wearing only a towel, his hair slicked back, his sharp, intense gaze fixed on him.

“Why haven’t you changed?” Wen Sinian pulled the bag Xu Yan had pushed away back in front of him, caging him in with his arms on either side of the counter. He asked softly, “Don’t you like any of them?”

Xu Yan, trapped, realized Wen Sinian had done this on purpose. “I don’t want to wear any of them.”

Wen Sinian surprisingly agreed, “Okay.”

Xu Yan clutched his towel. “Then what am I supposed to wear?”

Wen Sinian wiped away a drop of water that had trickled onto Xu Yan’s shoulder, his large hand enveloping his smooth skin. “Nothing.”

Xu Yan’s eyes widened. “You didn’t bring me any other clothes?”

“No. I bought these a while ago and kept them in the car. They’ve never been used. You can either wear one of these or go without. Baby, you can choose.”

Xu Yan bit his lip. He pushed Wen Sinian away and ran to the bed, wrapping himself in the blanket, only his small face peeking out, furious. “I don’t want to choose either.”

Wen Sinian walked over to the bed and reached out to touch his cheek. “Pick one to try on for me, okay?”

Xu Yan was firm. “No.”

Wen Sinian patiently coaxed him. “Just try it on, can’t you?”

Xu Yan shook his head. “No.”

“You haven’t worn a skirt for me in a long time. Have I been good to you lately? Can’t this be a reward for me?” Wen Sinian appealed to his emotions and reason. “I can fulfill all your requests. Can’t you fulfill this one small request for me?”

Xu Yan seemed to waver, not immediately refusing.

Wen Sinian sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Xu Yan, blanket and all, into his arms. He rocked him gently, whispering in his ear, “Baby, we’ve made up, haven’t we?”

Xu Yan looked at him, nodding very, very slowly.

“Better than before, right? No, even better than before?”

Xu Yan nodded again.

“Your husband has been taking his medicine lately,” Wen Sinian murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Xu Yan’s flushed cheek. “Just think of it as helping me out, okay?”

Xu Yan was almost persuaded, but Wen Sinian sweetened the deal further.

“There are handcuffs and a belt in the bag. If you’re worried, you can cuff me to the headboard. Tie me up however you want, do whatever you like to me, I won’t be able to move, just watch. You can change into the skirt yourself, alright?”

Xu Yan’s eyes lit up at the idea. So that’s what the handcuffs were for.

Usually, it was Wen Sinian who took advantage of him in bed. But if he cuffed Wen Sinian’s hands and bound his body, leaving him helpless… wouldn’t that mean he could be the one in control for once?

The thought thrilled Xu Yan, filling him with a sense of triumphant revenge. Opportunities to dominate Wen Sinian were rare. He cautiously asked, “Are those handcuffs sturdy?”

Wen Sinian smiled. “Very sturdy.”

Xu Yan grinned at the thought of what he could do. “Alright, I agree.”

***

True to his word, Wen Sinian was entirely cooperative. His wrists were secured to the headboard with silver handcuffs, his arms bound tightly with a belt.

Xu Yan wrapped the restraints around him several times, making sure there was no way he could break free. Only then did he take out the lingerie and skirt, preparing to change in the bathroom.

But Wen Sinian, leaning against the headboard, stopped him. “Change in front of me.”

Xu Yan clutched the skirt, eyeing him warily. Wen Sinian tested the cuffs, the silver chains clinking softly, proving he couldn’t move.

“You’ve already cuffed me, baby.”

Xu Yan hesitated, then shook out the skirt and sat at the foot of the bed, his back to Wen Sinian. He slowly undid the towel, his fingers trembling as he picked up the lace underwear with its daring cutouts. His face burned, but he still slipped it on.

There was also a thin, strappy bra. He struggled with the ties, fumbling for a long time. His slender arms reached behind him, blindly trying to fasten the straps.

It was his first time wearing women’s lingerie, especially something this intricate. His fingers, crossed behind his back, couldn’t secure the ties properly. After several attempts, the straps kept slipping down his smooth, pale back.

Frustrated, Xu Yan twisted to glance at his back, only to catch Wen Sinian’s gaze.

Wen Sinian’s expression was unreadable, his dark eyes locked onto the figure at the foot of the bed. He knew Xu Yan’s fair skin would look stunning in any color, especially this vibrant cherry red.

The delicate, flirtatious skirt clung to his slender frame, the sheer red fabric like a butterfly’s wing, filling the air with an intoxicating allure. The straps finally tied into a messy bow, but the effect was undeniably striking. The skirt’s thin straps rested on his delicate collarbones, the open back revealing the red ties crisscrossing his pale skin, the bow like a vivid butterfly settled in the snow.

Xu Yan finally finished dressing and adjusted himself. The skirt hugged his body tightly, and there was a leg cuff, just as he bent to pick it up, he realized he was exposed.

He quickly covered himself and turned, only to find Wen Sinian still staring at him from under the skirt.

His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, lost in thought.

Xu Yan’s face burned. “You’re not allowed to look!”

Wen Sinian’s voice was husky. “I can’t touch you. Can’t I even look?”

Xu Yan picked up the leg cuff, fastened it, and stood barefoot on the bed, arms crossed as he loomed over Wen Sinian. “No. You can only look if I say so. Because right now, I’m your master.”