So the next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, Song Lang searched all over the city and finally found a tattoo shop that was still open.
He slammed a copy of the "53" textbook on the table and pointed to the powerful name on the title page for the shopkeeper to see: "I want one that's exactly the same."
"Does it hurt?" Shen Zhifei leaned down and kissed him, his movements extremely gentle.
Song Lang shook his head.
The boy had no excess fat under his taut abdomen, and the pain from the needle piercing his skin with ink was intense, but that day he lay in bed, feeling particularly calm and content amidst the buzzing of the tattoo machine.
He thought that when Shen Zhifei tattooed his name on her chest, she probably felt the same way he did.
Song Lang's body suddenly felt lighter, and he subconsciously hooked his arms around Shen Zhifei's neck. The little boy who used to only reach his shoulder had now grown strong enough to easily lift him up.
They went to the bathroom, and Shen Zhifei turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature so that Song Lang could bathe in the warm water.
Since there is no lubricant available, shower gel can be used as a substitute.
Song Lang's chest was almost pressed against the wall, his waist was bent, and his buttocks were raised high to receive Shen Zhifei's invasion.
The water flowed over his beautifully shaped spinal groove, gathering at his waist dimples, reflecting as two clear springs in Shen Zhifei's eyes.
He pulled Song Lang into his arms from behind, massaging his anus with his fingers for a long time before inserting them. Song Lang gasped, tilted his head back slightly, and kissed Shen Zhifei.
As their lips met, Shen Zhifei said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, yesterday I asked you if you had ever used it yourself, and the answer was yes, right?"
"Stop talking nonsense and focus." Song Lang frowned, reached behind him with one hand and grabbed Shen Zhifei's wrist. It was unclear whether he was stopping Shen Zhifei's mischievous fingers or urging him to go a little deeper.
Shen Zhifei teased him on purpose: "Do you secretly play with your own butt every time you miss me?"
"...Get out of here, hurry up and do it, hiss...that's enough."
Song Lang straightened up, and Shen Zhifei's fingers made a soft popping sound as they withdrew from his body. In the rising steam, he pressed Shen Zhifei against the wall and kissed her forcefully.
Shen Zhifei gripped his waist, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and tears that had been hanging from her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes dripped down, melting between their tongues and lips.
Their erect penises were pressed together, their glans rubbing against each other, occasionally bouncing against each other's lower abdomen due to their body movements. Shen Zhifei straightened his back, poking right into Song Lang's tattoo.
"Did my brother tattoo my name here on purpose?"
Shen Zhifei gently pushed Song Lang back, and in the small space that was cleared, he slowly knelt down and almost reverently kissed the tattoo on Song Lang's lower abdomen.
Song Lang turned off the shower, wiped his face, and looked down at his lower body with rapid breathing.
Shen Zhifei lifted her eyelids to meet his gaze. Song Lang felt a surge of arousal from his moist eyes, and his penis pressed against Shen Zhifei's cheek, adding a touch of decadence to that beautiful face.
Song Lang ran his fingers through Shen Zhifei's hair, brushing his slightly long bangs back, and swallowed.
Shen Zhifei smiled slightly as they looked at each other, then opened her lips and took the penis that was poking at the corner of her mouth into her mouth.
"Hmm..." The long-lost feeling of comfort made Song Lang tilt his head back and take a deep breath, then slowly exhale. His lower abdomen tightened, and the name Shen Zhifei appeared in the eyes of the man who was so close to him with his movements.
Shen Zhifei lowered her gaze, grasped Song Lang's buttocks with both hands, and slowly took him deeper into her mouth.
In the end, the tip of his nose even brushed against the tattoo, adding a touch of itchiness to Song Lang's pleasure.
Song Lang didn't let him perform oral sex for too long. Rather than enjoying it one-sidedly, he longed for Shen Zhifei to penetrate him.
The two kissed as they went to the sink. Song Lang turned around and bent over, rubbing his buttocks against Shen Zhifei's crotch. "Come in, fuck me."
Shen Zhifei held Song Lang's waist with one hand and used the other to guide his penis into the already stretched and softened opening, slowly inserting it into Song Lang's body.
Pain and pleasure surged together, and Song Lang groaned, lowering his head and leaning against the sink to try to relax his body. After all, compared to that pen, Shen Zhifei's penis was comparable to a weapon.
Once he was ready, Shen Zhifei leaned down and gently kissed his shoulder blade, while reaching out to his front with her other hand to comfort him and ask, "Why don't you get the tattoo on your lower back? That way, when I'm fucking you from behind, I'll see the mark that belongs to me on your body and I'll work even harder."
"Hmm... I can't see the text in the back, but it feels better when I see your name while I'm masturbating," Song Lang said frankly. "It's uncomfortable if I move it."
My anus felt uncomfortably full, and the skin around the opening was stretched open. It felt sore, numb, and a bit like it was being torn apart.
Before Shen Zhifei could do anything, he started moving back and forth on his own.
Shen Zhifei almost got shot by him, so she quickly pressed down on his wriggling waist and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll do it."
"Then you do it." Song Lang braced his hands on the sink as he endured the fucking. At first, it was a burning pain, but later it turned into an unbearable tingling itch. In the enclosed bathroom, all that could be heard for a moment was their heavy breathing and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"Song Lang—"
Shen Zhifei leaned in from behind and thrust his lower body hard, hitting Song Lang's G-spot directly, causing him to tremble and groan. He pinched Song Lang's chin, forcing him to raise his head, his forehead against the bathroom mirror. Through the mist, Song Lang saw his own dazed and confused appearance.
"I really want to fuck you to death, are you willing?"
After saying that, he thrust in again with extremely heavy and deep force, and Song Lang's groans were distorted by the thrust.
"Are you willing or not?" Shen Zhifei wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror and stared at the person in the mirror whose eyes were glazed over from being dried. "Brother, quickly say you are willing."
“Hiss… um, I’m willing,” Song Lang looked into his eyes through the mirror, “Fuck me to death, Fei Fei, as long as I’m with you, I’ll do anything.”
Time seemed to stand still for a moment.
The next second, Shen Zhifei pounced on him like a madwoman, grabbed the back of his head, and kissed him.
The kiss was exceptionally fierce; the two of them clashed and mated like wild beasts biting each other. Finally, Shen Zhifei turned Song Lang over, placed him on the sink, and thrust into him again.
Song Lang made no attempt to hide his enjoyment and pleasure, leaning back and resting his head against the bathroom mirror, looking down at the powerful penis thrusting in and out of his anus.
The lubricating shower gel foamed white as he was thrust in and out, and together with the intestinal fluid he secreted, the shameful sounds of water echoed with each of Shen Zhifei's thrusts.
"Mmm...that feels good, I'm going to cum..."
He instinctively straightened his chest and tilted his head back as far as he could. He even saw his own deathly gaze reflected in the bathroom mirror.
At the moment he was brought to ejaculation, Shen Zhifei also ejaculated into his body.
Shen Zhifei hugged him tightly, breathing heavily, and leaned down to bite his sexy Adam's apple, leaving a small red mark there.
After a short rest, they embraced and made love on the bed again. Song Lang felt like his back was about to be broken, but the feeling of being filled made him feel more at ease than ever before.
"Feifei." His voice was so hoarse that it sounded like his vocal cords had been rubbed with sandpaper.
"Mmm," Shen Zhifei hugged him tighter, her nose...
She nuzzled his cheek affectionately, "What's wrong?"
Song Lang brushed a strand of damp hair that had fallen across his brow and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you think Mom and Dad have given their approval? Will we be able to spend Chinese New Year together again from now on?"
Shen Zhifei didn't answer directly, but instead lightly kissed the corner of his mouth and said, "Everything will be alright."
“…That’s true,” Song Lang hugged him back, playing with his fingers as he twirled the ends of his hair. “I should be thinking about how to improve my math grades now. After all, with such a large family fortune, we can’t let Fei Fei get too tired in the future.”
Shen Zhifei laughed and wedged her leg between Song Lang's legs, making the two of them even closer together.
"I'll tutor you."
Unlike any other time, Song Lang was incredibly serious during this tutoring session, showing none of his previous carefree attitude. With less than half a year until the college entrance examination, the sense of urgency seeped into his bones, forcing him to concentrate intensely.
Shen Zhifei rested her chin on her hand and looked at him, tracing his handsome profile with her eyes over and over again, somewhat lost in thought.
“This question… I think I drew the auxiliary lines wrong?” Song Lang pushed the test paper in front of Shen Zhifei. “The number I calculated is not divisible. It’s obviously wrong.”
Shen Zhifei reviewed the solution process and circled the error in red: "The second to last step was calculated incorrectly, but the auxiliary lines are correct."
"Oh, then I'll calculate it again."
Song Lang nodded, pen in his mouth, but his hand was held down when he tried to correct his mistake.
"Brother, my flight back to school is this afternoon. I can't miss my final exams."
Song Lang was taken aback, his face showing undisguised disappointment, but he quickly broke into a smile and grasped Shen Zhifei's hand in return: "Time flies, huh? It's okay, we'll have plenty of time to be together in the future. You go back and do your exams, and I'll do mine here. Let's each do our best."
"Okay." Shen Zhifei pulled Song Lang into her arms with force. They embraced for a long time, neither of them breaking the tender yet sorrowful silence.
Shen Zhifei did not let Song Lang see him off, just like when Song Lang left home before, the two of them did not need to say goodbye.
Not long after they parted, the final exams arrived. This was an important test of the senior year review. Song Lang felt that he had performed well, at least he knew a lot more questions than before.
The results came out on the day before the Lunar New Year. His total score was just 500, which was more than double his score at No. 18 Middle School.
"Wow, your grades have skyrocketed, haven't they? That's amazing!" Shen Lingyu flew over to celebrate the New Year with the father and son. As soon as she entered the door, she gave Song Lang a loving hug. "My eldest son is finally no longer a fool. Congratulations! I have to brag to your Aunt Meng about it."
"Hey! No way, beautiful lady, I don't want to hear Xingzi call me just to talk nonsense about this." Song Lang quickly stopped her and helped her carry the suitcase inside. He glanced at the elevator entrance a few times, but no one was there.