Crossdress Ch74

The holiday balance quickly ran short. After returning to Beishi, Xu Yan felt that time passed far too quickly, it was already almost time for school to start, yet he hardly felt like he’d gotten any proper rest.

 

When Wen Sinian was out during the day, it wasn’t so bad. With no one sticking to him, all the time was his own. He often slept until noon because of being kept up too late the night before. By the time he got up to eat, it was already afternoon. Then the sun set again, and another day was gone.

 

Wen Sinian, on the other hand, somehow seemed refreshed every single day, always brimming with energy, as if he didn’t need sleep at all. No matter how much “physical activity” there was at night, he still got up early in the morning, kissed Xu Yan’s face, and went to work.

 

Xu Yan admired him, but also knew things couldn’t continue like this.

 

This coming semester, Wen Sinian wouldn’t have classes anymore, but Xu Yan’s schedule was still packed. If this continued, he’d end up dozing off in class every day.

 

So, he spent a large sum online to buy a punching bag and placed it by the coffee table in the living room, waiting for Wen Sinian to come home so he could show him.

 

“From now on, you can practice boxing at home too,” Xu Yan said proudly, feeling clever. “You’re always busy and don’t have time, right? This way it’s convenient. The bag’s really sturdy, look. ”

 

He swung a punch with his bare hand. With a dull thud, the punching bag only swayed slightly, but his knuckles hurt terribly.

 

Clutching his hand, he pursed his lips: “See? Really sturdy…”

 

Wen Sinian chuckled, pulling up his hand to check it and massaging his palm. “You need gloves, otherwise your hands will get hurt.”

 

“I bought you some too.”

 

Xu Yan eagerly pulled out two black gloves. “Try them.”

 

Unable to refuse his enthusiasm, Wen Sinian put them on and threw a few punches at the bag.

 

“Do you like it?” Xu Yan asked.

 

“I do,” Wen Sinian said, taking off the gloves and setting them aside. He touched Xu Yan’s face. “What made you think of giving me this?”

 

The housekeeper had taken Grandma out for a walk, leaving only the two of them at home.

 

Xu Yan rubbed his cheek against Wen Sinian’s hand. “Now, when you’re uncomfortable, you can vent on the punching bag instead.”

 

“What if what I want most is to ‘vent’ with you?” Wen Sinian murmured. “Baby, you’re my medicine.”

 

Xu Yan nearly cried. If Wen Sinian’s “illness” depended on him as the cure, then Xu Yan himself would surely be ruined.

 

“School’s starting soon. I still have classes. Some weeks I’ve got multiple 8 a.m.s. I can’t… not every day anymore… or else I won’t even be able to get out of bed in the mornings.”

 

Wen Sinian answered gently: “Not every day.”

 

Xu Yan felt hopeful. “Exactly! So you can rely on boxing instead, like you used to.”

 

Wen Sinian smiled faintly. “Maybe before that worked. But after doing it, the threshold gets higher. Especially with this frequency, I can’t relieve it the old way anymore.”

 

Xu Yan was dumbfounded. “What does that mean…”

 

Wen Sinian tapped his lips and said softly, “The past few days, I’ve even been taking medicine in advance.”

 

Xu Yan froze completely. Even with suppressants, the effect was like this?

 

Then what if he hadn’t taken them…?

 

Wen Sinian calmly suggested, “On weekdays, I’ll follow your class schedule. You’ve got more classes on odd weeks, that’s fine, I can wait until weekends when you’re free.”

 

Xu Yan couldn’t even remember when he’d shown him his schedule, shocked that Wen Sinian had already calculated the timing so clearly.

 

“No, no way…” Xu Yan quickly backed up two steps, shaking his head pitifully. “Absolutely not. I’ll really… be broken…”

 

He already felt something was off with his body. He had always been sensitive, but now it was too much, even a touch or a kiss left him overwhelmed.

 

Wen Sinian stepped forward, pulling him into his arms, not allowing him to retreat.

 

“Where exactly are you broken? Let me see.”

 

His fingertips slithered like snakes, teasing as if tasting with a scarlet tongue.

 

Xu Yan’s back pressed against the punching bag. He tried to grab Wen Sinian’s hand to pull it away, but his strength was no match.

 

After “checking” him inside and out, Wen Sinian scooped him up by the waist and pressed a consoling kiss to his lips. “Not broken.”

 

Panting against Wen Sinian’s chest, Xu Yan’s face flushed scarlet. He said nothing.

 

Then Wen Sinian leaned close to his ear and whispered: “Even if you were, your husband would fix you.”

 

What nonsense was that supposed to be?

 

Annoyed, Xu Yan butted his head against Wen Sinian’s chest.

 

But only a couple days later, Wen Sinian really brought something home. Xu Yan didn’t know exactly what it was, but just seeing it instinctively made him uneasy.

 

That night, after showering, Wen Sinian soaked the slim, handle-shaped piece of jade in solution, then used it on him.

 

***

 

In the end, that punching bag never really got used.

 

Well, not entirely unused, when it was just the two of them at home, Xu Yan would sometimes find himself pressed against it.

 

Two days after the Lantern Festival, Beishi University started classes again. The night before school began, Xu Yan and Wen Sinian even went to the cinema. Because of their last experience, this time Xu Yan absolutely refused to go to a private theater. A public one was more than good enough. They randomly picked a romance film that had been released over winter break, bought popcorn and cola, and went in together.

 

This should have counted as their first proper movie date. That horror movie before didn’t count, Xu Yan hadn’t watched a single bit of it, and he had long sworn never to touch horror films again in his life.

 

The theater wasn’t crowded, seats were half empty. The two of them chose the couple’s row in the very back. Beside them was another couple, already glued together the moment they sat down.

 

When the film began, the lights dimmed suddenly. Xu Yan was set on watching seriously. Eyes fixed on the big screen, arms hugging the bucket of popcorn, he ate one piece after another like a little hamster.

 

But the pacing was fast, soon enough came a steamy scene. Shaky camerawork, dim intimate lighting, sensual background music, all designed to stir the senses.

 

Xu Yan felt embarrassed, his mouth dry, and quickly sipped from the cola. When he put it back, he turned and saw the couple beside them already kissing passionately, the girl’s legs draped over the boy’s lap. His heart raced, and he forced his gaze straight ahead.

 

Suddenly, a warm pressure landed on his thigh. Looking down, he saw a large hand from beside him, giving a light squeeze. He glanced at Wen Sinian, whose dark eyes caught the faint flicker from the screen. Unblinking, fixed on him.

 

Xu Yan understood that look. The atmosphere was already set…

 

So he leaned over, brushed a quick kiss on the corner of Wen Sinian’s lips, then pulled back, thinking that should be enough. Just as he was about to sit upright again, his waist was pulled, drawing him straight into Wen Sinian’s arms. His chin was tilted back, and Wen Sinian lowered his head to kiss him deeply.

 

Xu Yan whispered nervously: “There… there are cameras here…”

 

One of Wen Sinian’s hands easily covered his small face, shielding him as he turned Xu Yan to the side, biting lightly at his lips. “They can’t see.”

 

Xu Yan relaxed, his soft mouth instantly overtaken. They kissed for a long time, until his neck ached from being tilted back, before he was finally released.

 

Wen Sinian wiped the corner of his lips and let him lean against him to keep watching.

 

On screen, the sex scene had ended. Even the couple beside them had stopped. The girl, however, sneaked glances in their direction, clearly realizing they were also a couple.

 

Xu Yan blushed furiously, ears burning hot, and shrank against Wen Sinian, lifting his hand to shield his face.

 

Unfortunately, the film seemed to care about nothing but passion, plot with passion, visuals with passion, even themes boiled down to passion.

 

Every time the protagonists on screen ignited, Xu Yan found himself pulled into Wen Sinian’s embrace again for more kisses and caresses.

 

By the end, Xu Yan was dizzy, having spent the second half of the movie almost entirely in Wen Sinian’s arms. He had no idea what the film was about.

 

When they left the theater, his lips were swollen red. He had to wear a mask.

 

For the second time in a row, he couldn’t remember the plot. Looking up reviews later, he found the film had a mere 4.5 rating, full of bad comments. Some even said it was only worth watching as a date movie.

 

Truly, a failed choice.

 

Back at school, Xu Yan attended class with Shen Nanli again.

 

They hadn’t seen each other since New Year. During class, Shen Nanli stared at him up and down so intently that Xu Yan immediately tugged his collar tight and pressed his legs together, sitting obediently like a model student.

 

“What is it?” Xu Yan asked.

 

“Nothing,” Shen Nanli said. “Just checking how you’ve been.”

 

“Can you tell?”

 

“They say a nourishing relationship makes a person glow. You do seem different, healthier, brighter. And you’ve even put on a little weight. Look, you’ve got a bit more flesh on your cheeks.”

 

He pinched Xu Yan’s soft cheek. Xu Yan quickly swatted him away, afraid he’d noticed something abnormal. Relieved, he realized it wasn’t that.

 

He had gained weight, over New Year he put on four pounds, his belly soft and round. Wen Sinian said he liked the feel, especially lying on it and kissing…

 

Realizing where his thoughts were going, Xu Yan shook his head to banish them and focused on class.

 

Afterwards, the teacher announced last semester’s student short film awards. First place went to Song Ning’s team. Xu Yan perked up his ears but never heard his own team’s name. He exchanged glances with Shen Nanli, both a little disappointed.

 

Then, surprisingly, the teacher called Xu Yan’s team of three to the office.

 

“Disappointed about not winning?” the teacher asked. “Actually, I’ve got even better news. Guess what.”

 

Zhao Qingji blurted out first: “Did we win an international award?”

 

Xu Yan followed up immediately: “Over winter break you told me our film entered the second round of reviews. Is the result out?”

 

Smiling, the teacher nodded. “The 32nd International Student Microfilm Festival, ‘Most Popular Award’!”

 

Xu Yan’s eyes grew hot, almost unable to believe. “Really?”

 

Shen Nanli and Zhao Qingji were already cheering. The teacher confirmed with a nod.

 

“It’s true. You won. The festival has invited the creators to attend the screening and award ceremony. This is an honor for the school, over two hundred universities participated worldwide, the competition was fierce. I’ll be leading the team myself. We depart for Berlin on Saturday. All expenses covered by the school. Any problems?”

 

The three were thrilled: “No problem!”

 

Leaving the teaching building, Xu Yan spotted Wen Sinian waiting under a tree and immediately ran over, excitement written all over his face.

 

It was dinnertime, the campus bustling with students.

 

Xu Yan no longer cared about stares. He didn’t avoid Wen Sinian in public, tilting his pale face up, eyes sparkling.

 

“Guess what good news I just got?”

 

Wen Sinian reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear, eyes full of gentleness. “What is it?”

 

Xu Yan grabbed his hand, shaking it. “The Student Microfilm Festival! I can go to Berlin! The teacher just said, we leave this Saturday!”

 

“Your short film won?” Wen Sinian asked.

 

Xu Yan beamed. “Mm-hm!”

 

Having been part of the entire filming, he knew how much effort Xu Yan had put in. Wen Sinian patted his head, lips curved.

 

“Congratulations, Director.”

 

Hearing the title made Xu Yan glow with pride. Hand in hand, they walked toward the parking lot.

 

“The teacher said to ask you too. Since you’re the lead actor, you can come with us to Berlin.”

 

Seeing his hopeful gaze, Wen Sinian opened the passenger door. “Get in first.”

 

Xu Yan obeyed, sneaking a glance back at the school. Shen Nanli and Zhao Qingji were gone, but there were still plenty of students walking around. Xu Yan still wanted to stay low-profile, he hadn’t deliberately hidden anything, but if they acted too close, their relationship would be obvious.

 

He tousled his hair. Forget it. Let people think what they want. He and Wen Sinian just needed to live well.

 

Wen Sinian got in and drove off.

 

Xu Yan asked again: “You don’t have time for the festival, do you?”

 

Not wanting to disappoint, Wen Sinian said, “I do have business in Hong City this weekend. I’ll finish quickly and then join you, alright?”

 

Xu Yan already suspected he’d be too busy. “No, no, it’s fine. You focus on work. My teacher will take me.”

 

Wen Sinian stayed silent, clearly unwilling. Xu Yan reassured him: “Really, it’s okay. I can take care of myself. You’ll be tired from your trip, better you rest properly.”

 

But Wen Sinian was already thinking of solutions. “Zheng Yao and Xiao Xu can handle the follow-up in Hong City.”

 

Xu Yan said, “Then don’t bother coming to find me. I’ll only be there two or three days before I’m back.”

 

“You don’t want me to go?” Wen Sinian asked.

 

Xu Yan pursed his lips. “It’s not that… I just don’t want you exhausting yourself. You’ve been coming home late, clearly swamped with work. And you haven’t slept with me the last two nights, you need the rest.”

 

His words, meant to show care, held another meaning when heard differently.

 

Wen Sinian squeezed his hand. “So you do want your husband holding you to sleep?”

 

Xu Yan’s face flamed. He yanked his hand back. “No!”

 

“Then it’s me who wants it,” Wen Sinian whispered. “Tonight, we’ll sleep together.”

 

That evening, after dinner, Xu Yan shared the good news with Grandma, then dashed upstairs and locked his room.

 

Let’s see how Wen Sinian got in now.

 

He showered, then lingered over the jade “medicine” stone neatly placed in its green case, before finally leaving the misty bathroom, his body flushed and gait slightly awkward.

 

He lay in bed, chatted with Shen Nanli and Zhao Qingji in their “Berlin Squad” group, then turned off the lights to sleep.

 

It was quiet outside. Wen Sinian really hadn’t come.

 

Xu Yan felt both relieved and oddly disappointed.

 

Without that broad, warm embrace, he couldn’t sleep soundly. The bed felt empty.

 

He tossed and turned, glanced at the time, it was nearly 12:30 a.m. Surely everyone was asleep by now.

 

The next moment, a faint sound broke the silence.

 

Xu Yan’s eyes flew open, body stiff, staring at the door.

 

A soft click, the lock turning.

 

Hair standing on end, he watched a shadow slip inside and walk slowly to his bedside.

 

The sharp face was blurred by darkness, but the outline was unmistakable.

 

It was Wen Sinian.

 

Xu Yan exhaled, relaxing slightly, then quickly shut his eyes to pretend sleep. But curiosity nagged at him, when he locked his door before, Wen Sinian had never come. He thought it was safe.

 

On the bed, though his eyes stayed closed, his breath was uneven, fast, then slow, betraying his nerves.

 

Wen Sinian silently curved his lips into a smirk, bending down and smoothly reaching into the blanket.

Xu Yan was pretending to sleep, so he could only keep up the act as those hands effortlessly lifted him from the warmth of the covers, carried him out of the room, and into the master bedroom, placing him gently on the soft, expansive bed.

Xu Yan mumbled and turned over, deliberately burrowing into Wen Sinian’s blanket.

But Wen Sinian deftly peeled him out in a few swift, gentle movements, as if afraid of waking him.

Then, Xu Yan felt his body being laid flat on the bed, a large hand gripping his inner thigh and spreading his legs apart.

Before he could react, his body convulsed violently.

His eyes remained tightly shut, his lashes glistening with tears, his lower lids flushed red. His hands clutched desperately at the plush blanket beneath him, his slender knuckles glowing faintly, utterly pitiful and endearing.

Wen Sinian seemed determined to break his act of pretending to sleep. He paused for a moment, then suddenly looked down.

His dark eyes instantly deepened, his pupils contracting sharply with unexpected excitement, a wild, thrilling gleam flickering in his pitch-black irises.

Xu Yan was already whimpering, his body suddenly lifted from the mattress.

Wen Sinian’s actions were outrageously bold, yet his voice remained tender as water. Seeing Xu Yan’s trembling eyes finally open, he kissed his face gently.

“Baby, you’re so obedient.”

“Did you put it in yourself?”

Xu Yan sniffled and nodded honestly, not realizing that his overly compliant behavior wouldn’t earn him mercy, it would only make it harder for Wen Sinian to hold back.

So Wen Sinian took his hand, his gaze locked on Xu Yan as he gave the command:

“Put another one in for me.”