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xiao zhan is in a battle to stay conscious as he is being railed to the last inch of his life. he struggles to grip the sheets, but to no avail. he can only hope to hold onto the strong shoulders that are the driving force behind his pain.. but mostly, pleasure. loud moans with a mixture of pleas could be heard throughout the room.
"faster, harder, more, yibo!~~" he screams.
xiao zhan is in complete ecstasy, yet every hit to his prostate feels like absolute torture.
wang yibo is arguably in as much pleasure.
although he is not a virgin, it is more than safe to say that judging by this encounter, xiao zhan is the best he's ever had. and surely, wang yibo prays that it won't go down as just an "encounter," but rather a reoccurring reward, or... luxury? no matter. as long as he's having his way with xiao zhan, he is forever and eternally— satisfied.
"zhan-zhan, wake up! i will lose face if you're late on the first day!" shouts a familiar voice.
it is the voice of a highly irritated mother, directed at a highly drowsy xiao zhan. despite his lack of sleep the prior night, fueled by the constant intrusive thoughts of his first day at Chenqing University going wrong, xiao zhan was determined. after all, he had passed the entrance exams with flying colors and had even more to offer to the prestigious school. with his unmatched basketball skills, nobody could come close to the efficiency calculated shots he made. even with the pressure of a close-scored game, xiao zhan would not ever, and did not ever; miss.
surprisingly, xiao zhan did not come from a gifted background. unlike most attendees of Chenqing, he was brought up in a mediocre household, birthed by an average-looking father as well as an average-looking mother. it didn't make sense though because he was BEAUTIFUL, and had always been envied for his lady-like features. yes; he was a man, a man with an unbelievably slim waist, long yet slender legs, and the most desired of all— a round, soft, and full ASS. just about the entire female population at his previous school envied his blessed body.
even though xiao zhan was gifted, he had no desire in pursuing a career in basketball (moving to America in order to play in the NBA). basketball was not his first love. xiao zhan was instead interested in graphic designing. though his parents chastised him for wanting to waste a rare talent such as his, they knew his mind was made up. as long as their son was happy, they were more than happy.
fortunately for xiao zhan, not only was he a damn good shooter gaurd, but he was a TOTAL brainiac. he always got perfect exam scores, won countless awards, and was usually— or ALWAYS top of his class. but alas he was human, which means he had his flaws… a fine example would be the fact that he was a heavy sleeper who could be caught sleeping through his alarms on numerous occasions. one of these occasions being his FIRST day at one of the most prestigious university in china!
“aiyaaa! zhan-zhan, you’re supposed to be getting ready. it’s your first day. wake up, quick!” the voice shouts at xiao zhan as he is being swatted out of bed by his mother.
in compliance, xiao zhan reluctantly drags himself out of bed, and heads to the bathroom with the pestering voice following close behind. after a serious of events in which contributed to the act of actually getting ready, xiao zhan was finally ‘ready.’ that is until he wore his school uniform, more specifically, the trousers. they made his ass look perky— in fact, TOO perky. it wasn’t anything xiao zhan couldn’t deal with because he was well aware having a nice ass comes with its… ‘surprises.’ he’d just have to pray that his nice ass doesn’t bring him any unwanted attention, even though that was usual.
with that, xiao zhan was finally off to school. the farther he dragged his feet to the shuttle stop, the more he sulked, as he was unable to finish his breakfast due to certain.. shortcomings.
”aiya, jianguo would have certainly eaten my dry wontons by now..” he moped as he mourned the loss of his breakfast to the cunningly-utilized cuteness of his cat.
since “zhan-zhan” was more concerned about the fate of his untouched meal, he failed to notice the scarily fast incoming figure who happened to be riding a skateboard. after all, the only salvation on his mind was the thought of calling his mother in an attempt to earn some type of retribution, as per the ‘stolen’ leftovers. when xiao zhan reached into his backpack to retrieve his phone, he was surprised by the quick motion in which a man, no younger than him, knocked his phone SPLAT onto the concrete while zooming past him in a rudely fashion. on instinct, the first move he made was to check the status of the phone screen, praying that it sustained minimal damage— he was wrong.
in that moment, his heart dropped while he examined the completely shattered screen. it was soon after that in which his blood began to dangerously boil. not only had that damned skater broken his phone, but he also lacked the human decency to slow down and apologize. he simply went on with his day as if he hadn’t cost xiao zhan the physical and emotional pain that he endured in order to purchase the expensive item. fortunately for the man, he was long gone around the corner by the time xiao zhan had steamed back into reality. else, he would have had another thing coming.
just then, the university’s shuttle would show up right in front of xiao zhan. unfortunately for him— he had only gotten a quick glance of the man’s face, but he did smell his lightly pungent cologne that was actually quite comforting..? he’d tried to revisit the smell as he climbed into the vehicle and scanned his student identification.
he had missed breakfast, got his phone smashed, and the perpetrator— not even a care in the world?!
xiao zhan’s first day at Chenqing University was going just great.
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