Compared to his previous rough and ruthless approach, this time Chen Yunqi entered slowly and gently.
Someone as possessive as him, who loved to control everything in bed, preferred the rear-entry position. Nothing gave him more satisfaction than having San San kneeling and crawling between his legs, wantonly accommodating him. But at this moment, he couldn't bear to let San San get too tired, and he didn't want him to kneel until his knees were red like before, so he reached over and pulled another pillow over and stuffed it under San San's waist, so that even if he was lying down, it would be easier for him to penetrate him deeply.
"Is this how it should be, hmm?" Chen Yunqi controlled the pressure, slowly inserting himself, and asked San San as he went, "Does it feel good? Do you prefer me to go faster or slower?"
"...Mmm...slower...it hurts...it hurts so much..." San San bit her lower lip tightly, forcing herself to relax her body to adjust to the huge, terrifying genitals, and groaned softly, "Brother, be gentle..."
"Okay, I'll be gentle," Chen Yunqi coaxed gently, but he didn't stop sinking his body deeper, only slowing down again. "Is this gentle enough?"
The poor little hole was stretched to its limit, and his penis was only halfway inside. He stopped and asked again considerately, "Are you feeling better?"
"Hmm... I feel better... Brother... you..." San San answered honestly, her whole body tormented by the feeling of not being able to penetrate properly, not being able to penetrate deeply enough, and she kept lifting her lower body back to demand more.
Chen Yunqi gently guided him again, asking, "Would you like a little more?"
"...All...all in..." San San was indeed on the verge of collapse from his repeated teasing and torment, desperately pleading with him, "I want you to come all in, I want you to be rough with me...please don't do this..."
"Don't you want to be gentle anymore?" Chen Yunqi looked at his unrestrained appearance with satisfaction, then suddenly lowered his body and thrust deep inside, pounding into the deepest part of his body.
For a moment, San San seemed speechless, unable to utter a sound before being engulfed by the tearing pain and long-lost pleasure. The man behind him, whom he had longed for day and night, finally entered him wholeheartedly, scorching his broken body and filling all his longing and emptiness. San San's mind and body simultaneously felt the desire for life and the pleasure of living, awakening once again with fiery passion as if reborn from a catastrophe.
Chen Yunqi began to thrust in and out alternately, quickly making San San wet. He supported his upper body with his waist and pushed hard, slamming into her soft buttocks, forcing San San to reach up and hold onto the headboard to steady herself.
"Is this harsh enough?" Chen Yunqi reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back. While continuing to thrust, he leaned down and asked in his ear, "This is what I think about every night, isn't it? Do you want it to be even harsher?"
Saliva glistened from San San's slightly parted lips. He could clearly feel the thick, hard penis grinding against his sensitive spots inside, experiencing both pain and pleasure. His waist went limp, and under Chen Yunqi's gentle yet forceful questioning, he stammered incoherently, "Not enough... be gentler... brother is too rough... no..."
"What do you want? You're so hard to please..." Chen Yunqi deliberately pulled out most of his penis, and immediately felt that little mouth tighten reluctantly, gushing out slippery liquid as if desperately trying to please and keep him. So he plunged it in again, feeling the pleasure that came with it. He bit down on the tender skin of San San's back, and heard him moan softly in pain. Then he tightened his inner walls again, sucking on him firmly.
San San's erect penis was pinned beneath him, unable to find relief. He groaned and pleaded, "Brother... I want to see you... Let me see you... I miss you so much..."
"Want to change positions?" Chen Yunqi pulled out his penis, turned him over, lifted one of his legs and put it on his shoulder, then lifted his lower back and thrust in deeply again. San San's soft moans almost made Chen Yunqi ejaculate. He closed his eyes and endured for a moment, then frowned and said, "Don't moan, baby. If you moan, my whole body will go weak and I'll ejaculate."
"I won't shout... I won't shout anymore... Brother, don't stop... I want more..." San San looked at him with teary eyes, pitifully biting his finger, afraid to shout any more. Seeing his almost dazed expression of pain and pleasure, Chen Yunqi sighed contentedly, "Baby, you're so sweet... you don't need any more sugar..."
The light in the room gradually dimmed. The decadent night had not yet arrived, but the space under the large bed was already filled with an atmosphere of debauchery. San San was being fucked by Chen Yunqi against the headboard, his hands also raised above his head and pressed against the wall. A pillow was placed under his waist, his legs were wide open and wrapped around Chen Yunqi's waist, his feet trembling with each thrust, his lower body weakly swallowing and releasing the huge penis, his whole body soft and limp, flushed pink.
"Baby, you were really good this time," Chen Yunqi said with a heavy breath as he pulled out his penis, gently patted San San's half-erect penis a few times, wiped the fluid that had come out of his body on it, and raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile, "You haven't ejaculated yet?"
San San was torn between extreme shame and debauchery, his mind clouded. His lower body felt empty, and he involuntarily strained his legs, trying to pull Chen Yunqi back into his body, pleading softly, "...Let me go...let me touch...I want to ejaculate..."
Chen Yunqi refused to comply, roughly inserting his penis while still holding Chen Yunqi's hands tightly. Staring into Chen Yunqi's misty eyes, he said, "No, you can use your hands when I'm not here, but you don't need them when I'm here. Isn't it better to just ejaculate directly into you? Hmm?"
He knew exactly which of his sensitive spots were the most sensitive areas, and he remembered that every time he made love, he only needed intestinal thrusting and prostate stimulation to ejaculate. Chen Yunqi could tell that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, so he sped up, slightly adjusting his position to strike the vital spot from different angles.
All previous promises of "I'll do whatever you say" and "I'll be gentle" were thrown to the back of his mind. Chen Yunqi ruthlessly ravaged the slender waist and plump buttocks, fucking the alluring beauty and pressing her boneless body to its limit. San San's cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes trembled like two wet feathers, and the sheets beneath her were soaked.
No longer needing to live in fear, San San devoted herself entirely to sex. She gazed at Chen Yunqi with affection in her eyes, her lower body tightly gripping his erect penis, using sweet and seductive moans to try her best to please him.
“Baby…you’re so beautiful…marry me…be my bride…” Chen Yunqi looked at the beauty’s alluring and pitiful appearance, his soul was stolen away, and he began to ramble incoherently under the fiery embrace of the passageway.
"...I can't live without you...I can't lose you again..."
"Marry me..."
He became more and more emotional as he spoke, and suddenly let go of her hand and sat back down, pulling San San onto his thighs, supporting his penis and helping her sit inside. He used his arms to support San San's slender white legs, and once again plunged into that wet and lubricated passage, thrusting fiercely.
"Want it? Hmm? Marry me, and you'll be a bride like this every night, okay?"
This position was too dangerous. San San couldn't withstand it for more than a few times before he felt an orgasm gushing from the soles of his feet. He couldn't keep his balance and could only hold tightly to Chen Yunqi's back. He was lifted up and jolted along, moaning and responding intermittently.
"I'll marry you...brother...I want to marry you...I want to be your bride...I'm yours..."
With each thrust, scalding semen gushed out, and San San instantly dissolved into a puddle, burying her face in Chen Yunqi's neck, biting his shoulder fiercely to resist the overwhelming pleasure, unable to suppress her soft sobs. Chen Yunqi's back stiffened from the bites, and he immediately went berserk, thrusting dozens of times, causing San San, who was in the throes of orgasm, unbearable pain. After sighing, "Fuck...this is fucking killing me," he also ejaculated violently inside San San's body.
The music reached its climax at the same time, and Chen Yunqi and San San embraced each other for support, giving each other their unreserved selves.
Chen Yunqi was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he couldn't move, not wanting to leave San San's warm body even for a second. Thick semen slid out along his semi-erect penis. Chen Yunqi imagined San San's vagina filled with semen, listening to her sobbing and whimpering. Before long, he couldn't help but get hard again.
On their wedding night, without the traditional wedding candles, beautiful music accompanied by intermittent breathing continued until late into the night.
The neatly arranged dishes on the table had gone cold. After round and round of passion, an exhausted San San lay limp on the bed, barely breathing, his forehead burning hot, unconscious. Chen Yunqi wrung out a hot towel to wipe him clean, then carried him to the guest room bed, changed the messy sheets and blankets and threw them into the washing machine. He found a few boxes of unexpired anti-inflammatory medicine and a glass of water, placing them by the bedside before lying back down next to San San.
Lost in the afterglow of passion, San San nestled in Chen Yunqi's arms, dreaming sweet dreams, occasionally letting out soft moans. Her pitiful appearance stirred Chen Yunqi's heart, keeping him awake for a long time. He gently stroked San San's hair, murmuring contentedly to himself, "My little darling...she's marrying me now..."
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Unable to sleep, he picked up his phone and searched for stores in nearby shopping centers where he could buy rings. From diamond rings to wedding bands, he felt something was off. He thought about how San San was still a child, and his simple and innocent temperament seemed quite incompatible with these sparkly objects. So he gave up and thought he would wait until San San was a little older.
He'd already proposed, but what would it look like without a token of affection? He racked his brains, trying to think of anything worthy of his best friend, San San. He recounted all the gifts Xiao Song had given him, but couldn't think of a single suitable one. Having no friends to offer advice, he dug out Tang Yutao's number, composed a text message, and sent it to him.
"Besides a ring, what else can be used to propose?"
There was still no reply. Chen Yunqi was getting impatient as he waited. He had no idea it was 2 a.m., and Tang Yutao was probably fast asleep in his sleeping bag. He put down his phone and, in the soft light, carefully examined San San in his arms.
San San's eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, and his lips were a little dry and chapped, cut from biting them passionately during climax. Looking at his beautiful, innocent sleeping face, Chen Yunqi's heart melted. From now on, they were no longer just Teacher Chen and San San, but a close and devoted couple. All the disappointment and despair disappeared, replaced by boundless expectations for the future.
If you want to build a career, you really have to start a family first! In the dead of night, Chen Yunqi was inexplicably filled with fighting spirit. If he didn't want to wake the beauty in his arms, he would have jumped up right now, turned on his computer, and made a complete PPT about his and San San's life going forward.
San San finally woke up in Chen Yunqi's arms as he wished. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to meet an eager gaze. He chuckled in his dazed state, reached out and poked Chen Yunqi's refreshed face, and asked while stretching his sore body, "...Hmm...didn't sleep again?"
"I slept for about two hours," Chen Yunqi replied seriously.
"Hmm...Aren't you tired? What happened this time?" San San looked at the dark circles under his eyes and thought that Teacher Chen, who was usually quick-witted, had suddenly become a big fool overnight. She thought he had gone through something while staying up all night and suddenly felt sorry for him.
Chen Yunqi pondered for a moment, a blush creeping onto his face as he blushed shyly. He hugged San San tightly, burying his face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "...After being single for twenty-six years, getting married all at once, who can sleep..."
San San laughed and deliberately pushed him away, scolding, "Who married you? You only bully me when I'm half asleep. What kind of skill is that? We Yi people have many wedding ceremonies. You're not going to get away with this so easily."
"Hmm? What are the rules? Tell me about them?" Chen Yunqi didn't grasp the point of San San's sudden change of attitude. He was just eager to know what the Yi people's marriage customs were, so he could plan how to give San San a legitimate identity.
San San thought for a moment, then pulled the blanket tighter around herself and said to him, "Hmm... there's a lot to do. For the wedding, you need to prepare a basket of good firewood; the groom needs to give the bride a bracelet or earrings; and the bride needs to give the groom a floral belt..."
The first few points were a bit tricky, Chen Yunqi thought to himself. San San couldn't go home, and her family would never forgive him, so the in-laws step could be skipped. A forced marriage wasn't out of the question, but Chen Yunqi didn't have any friends to help, so it probably wouldn't be a lively affair. Giving her bracelets and earrings was a minor matter; San San didn't wear jewelry, so buying them and keeping them at home as heirlooms was fine, and they could be passed down to her children later—provided she had children, or if not, she could adopt...
A floral belt? What is a floral belt? Although Chen Yunqi never thought about getting San San to give him a gift, he was still secretly looking forward to this seemingly very meaningful item.
"I understand," he said calmly, but he remembered San San's words clearly. San San looked at him with a smile and said, "What do you know? Silly you." He loosened the blanket and moved closer to Chen Yunqi, smelling the faint tobacco scent on him. He closed his eyes contentedly and said, "I'm so happy. I really wish I could wake up with you like this every day."
Throughout the night, Chen Yunqi went back and forth between getting hard and going soft countless times. Holding the naked San San, he desperately restrained himself and said with certainty, "Every day from now on will be like this, until we grow old."
San San finally felt extremely hungry. Fortunately, Chen Yunqi ordered breakfast again before he woke up and also had the convenience store deliver a new toothbrush and towel.
San San, wearing Chen Yunqi's oversized T-shirt and cotton shorts, sat barefoot at the table drinking porridge. The fine clothes accentuated his gentle and mild temperament. As he ate his breakfast, he muttered to himself, "What a waste of yesterday's food! Young Master Chen refused to reheat it and insisted on throwing it away. It's such a shameful waste."
Chen Yunqi wasn't a wasteful person; he cherished every meal and every grain of rice when they were in the mountains. However, he simply couldn't bear to let his newlywed wife eat leftovers from the previous day. Without explaining, he reached out and brushed aside the stray hairs on San San's forehead, interrupting her with a smile, "My dear wife, please have mercy! I'll never do it again."
Looking at San San, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, he said triumphantly, "Eat more, and after you're full, I'll take you to get your dowry."
Chapter Sixty-Six: Ownership
Before leaving home, Chen Yunqi rummaged through drawers and cabinets at home looking for a spare key. Although San San might not be able to go out alone for a while and wouldn't need it for the time being, he still thought that handing the house key to his partner was a very meaningful thing. It meant that from today onwards, San San was also the owner of this house. Chen Yunqi hoped that this action would give him a sense of belonging in this unfamiliar city.
He searched through all the tables, cabinets, and drawers in the house but couldn't find it. Just as he was standing in front of the bookshelf racking his brains, he finally remembered that Yu Xiaosong might have taken the key. Suddenly, he heard San San call him softly from behind: "Brother..."
Chen Yunqi felt a pang of guilt and nervousness. He turned around and saw San San standing at the study door, wearing the blue striped shirt and black shorts he had given her, looking at him with a bewildered expression.
Chen Yunqi immediately forgot about the key and couldn't help but laugh out loud when he looked at San San.
Almost all of his clothes are XXL size, and he no longer wears those trendy T-shirts from his teenage years. He finally found an old shirt he wore in college to make do with for San San, but the hem still drooped down to his thighs, the shoulders were too wide and slumped on both sides, and the waist of the pants didn't fit properly. He wanted to wear a belt, but there weren't enough holes for the belt.
San San's hair had grown quite long and thick. He looked troubled, glancing down at his somewhat comical reflection, then up at Chen Yunqi's beaming smile, and said, with a wronged expression, "Stop laughing...it's too big..."
Chen Yunqi finally managed to stop laughing, straightened his expression, and beckoned him to come closer. San San laboriously reached out from his sleeve, pulled up his trousers, and stood in front of Chen Yunqi. Chen Yunqi grabbed his arms and pushed him against the wall. Seeing that he nervously closed his eyes, Chen Yunqi chuckled and flicked his forehead, pretending to frown, and said, "Why are you closing your eyes? I'm not going to kiss you."
Upon hearing this, San San opened his eyes, puffed out his cheeks, and made to leave. Chen Yunqi pressed him down again, telling him not to move. Under San San's bewildered gaze, he took out a measuring tape from the cabinet, pulled it out with a "whoosh," and said to him with a smile, "Come on, little dwarf, let me measure your height."
Seeing him mocking her with a smirk, San San became even angrier. She reached out to push him away, but didn't even bother to grab her pants as they were about to fall down.
"You're tall, you're amazing, okay? I don't want to be measured!"
Chen Yunqi blocked him and wouldn't let him leave. He first pressed him back against the wall and kissed him for a while until San San was completely subdued. His hands unconsciously wrapped around Chen Yunqi's neck before he stopped and whispered in his ear, "Good boy, let me measure you and mark you. Let's see how much taller you will grow after I raise you for a year."
They had already done the most intimate things, but whenever San San heard Chen Yunqi say sweet words in different ways, she would still blush involuntarily.
He was wearing ill-fitting clothes, pursing his lips and sulking against the wall, letting Chen Yunqi measure him with a tape measure for a long time. Finally, Chen Yunqi used a pencil to press down on his head and drew a short line on the wall, and solemnly wrote down the words "33 172 cm xx year x month x day" next to it.
After finishing all this, Chen Yunqi put down the measuring tape, clapped his hands with great satisfaction, and said, "Alright, let's measure again next year on this day. Let's go shopping."
Before setting off, Chen Yunqi had made a plan: first, take San San to buy some emergency clothes, then take him to get a haircut, go to the supermarket to stock up on food and other household supplies, then wander around and show him around, then find a nice restaurant with a good atmosphere for dinner, and finally watch a movie before going home.
The first day of our marriage, an ordinary day, a perfect day.
"Mix New World" is the most popular commercial center in S City. This commercial complex, which combines a street and a mall, consists of four major commercial areas: stand-alone flagship stores of individual brands, independent trendy brand stores, high-end restaurants, and a shopping mall. It officially opened before the Spring Festival, and this was Chen Yunqi's first time visiting.
The shopping mall was packed with people on the weekend. Chen Yunqi patiently drove around the three-story parking lot for forty minutes before finally finding a parking space. He had heard that parking was difficult here, but he chose this place not only because of its comfortable environment and top-notch quality, but also because it housed the city's most stylish cinema, boasting the largest IMAX screen.
After getting off the car, San San followed Chen Yunqi up the elevator to the first floor. Stepping into the bright and bustling outdoor street, he was immediately struck by the sight before him. He felt a little uneasy, but at the same time, he was attracted by the well-arranged buildings, the diverse shops, the strangely shaped art installations, and the people passing by. Everything was new and interesting to him, but he dared not show too much curiosity. As they walked, he unconsciously reached out and tugged at the hem of Chen Yunqi's clothes.
Chen Yunqi turned his head and saw San San's curious and innocent eyes. He was immediately filled with affection and took San San's slightly sweaty hand in his own.
The two of them stood out in the crowd; one was tall and handsome, the other gentle and beautiful. Before leaving, San San changed back into a cotton T-shirt and shorts. Although they looked like pajamas, his outstanding appearance meant that any clothes he wore would at least not enhance his appearance.
Chen Yunqi picked out a simple new outfit and shoes for San San, paid for them, and immediately had him change. Then, he found a uniquely decorated Korean-style hair salon and, under the eager gaze of a group of internet celebrity girls, said to the hairstylist, "Give us both the same haircut."
Back in the mountains, the village chief's wife always cut everyone's hair. This was the first time San San had received such meticulous and personalized service in such a bright and spacious place, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, this shop was a foreign brand, and the staff and stylists didn't speak much Chinese. No one asked her how busy she was or how tired her neck was while washing her hair, nor did they constantly try to sell her Schwarzkopf treatment packages or L'Oréal hair serums.
The same hairstyle produced different effects on two people with different temperaments. Chen Yunqi looked younger after getting a haircut, and the soft lines of his face became more angular, with a spirited look in his eyes. He hadn't taken good care of himself since returning from the mountain; not only had his hair not been cut in a long time, but he had also only remembered to shave the stubble around his chin this morning.
San San's neat short hair fully revealed her beautiful features, making her look even more radiant and captivating, and highlighting her ethnic minority heritage even more clearly than before. Looking at the newly transformed, fair-skinned, and sunny young man before him, Chen Yunqi's eyes were filled with indescribable satisfaction. He held San San's hand as they walked through the bustling shopping mall, enjoying the curious or amazed glances from passersby. His emotions surged with intense possessiveness, and he secretly imagined countless melodramatic scenarios of how he would stand up and defend his rights should anyone covet San San's beauty.
Overwhelmed by happiness, Chen Yunqi has probably forgotten that just ten months ago, he was a reclusive man who avoided social interaction, preferring to stay home watching DVDs and eating takeout rather than venturing into public places. Now, his颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or decadent) and 忧郁 (忧郁 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or decadent) demeanor is gone. He's energetic, exuding the aura of a vibrant, modern young man. Everything he does seems interesting, everything he sees is pleasing to the eye, his life is sweet as honey, and his wife is as beautiful as jade. He feels like he's reached the pinnacle of life.
He was incredibly busy all afternoon, patiently queuing outside milk tea and ice cream shops while carrying large bags of bags, explaining the functions and uses of various electronic products to San San at Shun Dian, not only sticking his arm to the glass window to help San San find the right spot while playing the claw machine, but also freeing a hand to cover San San's eyes when they passed a huge advertisement in front of an underwear store...
He filled his supermarket shopping cart to the brim—comfortable slippers, exquisite water cups, matching pajamas, an electric toothbrush and a smart hair dryer, as well as all sorts of useful and useless items, things he'd eaten before and things he hadn't eaten before, and even cooking ingredients.
Passing by the home appliance section, he was constantly drawn to products such as robot vacuums, AI TVs, wine coolers, and massage chairs. He was even almost persuaded to buy a smart health kettle—according to the salesperson, this kettle could not only brew tea and boil water, but also intelligently adjust the water temperature according to personal preferences, with different temperatures and frequencies for boiling goji berries and red dates, or astragalus and angelica. It could also make soy milk and yogurt. He didn't have many things at home, and he used to hate buying too many useless things that would clutter his home. Today, he didn't know what was wrong with him; he wanted to buy everything he saw, feeling that his home lacked nothing except for his three children.
After looking around at the price tags, San San finally managed to coax Chen Yunqi away. But once they entered the food section, Chen Yunqi, with the aim of raising San San well, making her tall and fat, threw all sorts of high-protein foods, nutritional supplements, chicken, duck, fish, meat, and seafood—things that Chen Yunqi would never have even glanced at before—into his shopping cart. Although he didn't know how to cook, filling the refrigerator was a kind of ritual, a symbol of abundance, and a beautiful vision.
While paying, he took advantage of San San's inattention to use the act of picking out lollipops as a cover, quickly and accurately picked out two Okamoto gift boxes with free lubricant from the shelf, secretly hid them at the very back of the shopping bag, then peeled off the candy wrappers for San San, and casually led him upstairs to find a restaurant for dinner.
The only authentic modern kaiseki restaurant in the province has opened in Xintiandi, which only accepts a limited number of diners each day and requires reservations three days in advance. Just as Chen Yunqi was regretting that he couldn't take San San to try it right away, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Xue Meng calling.
Xue Meng showed him some concern over the phone, and only after learning that Chen Yunqi's drunkenness that day was not serious did she feel relieved and ask, "Where are you now? We're having a party tonight, feel free to come over. My husband is there too, he has something he wants to ask you. Have you eaten? We're planning to have Japanese food, do you want to come over?"
Chen Yunqi couldn't figure out what Kevin would want to ask him, but he still politely said to Xue Meng, "I was just about to eat, it's Japanese food, but unfortunately I didn't make a reservation. Thank you for the invitation, Sister Meng. I'm meeting a friend to see a movie, I'll go over after that."
"Didn't get a reservation? Which one?" Upon hearing that it was Zhaoji Restaurant in Xintiandi, Xue Meng suddenly realized and said, "That one! I know the owner very well. Wait a moment at the door, and I'll ask him to arrange a table for you."
Chen Yunqi didn't want to trouble her into owing him a favor. He glanced at San San, who was staring at a set of tea utensils on the stone table in front of the shop entrance, and couldn't help but say to Xue Meng, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Meng. Thank you."
Less than five minutes after hanging up the phone, a respectful waiter came to ask which one of them was Mr. Chen. After being led into an elegant room, San San imitated Chen Yunqi by taking off his shoes and kneeling on the tatami mat. He stared wide-eyed at the seven or eight cold dishes that were served one by one. He had never seen such dishes before. In those uniquely shaped bowls and plates, the portion of each food was pitifully small, and the strange combinations made it impossible for him to tell which were decorations and which were actually meant to fill his stomach.
The soothing music transported the listener to a secluded valley, while the scent of sandalwood calmed the mind. A woman in a kimono sat gracefully in a corner, brewing tea, its aroma filling the air and creating a unique ambiance for the night.