Chapter 26: The End

In reality, Su Shengxin and Shang Yin did not have many opportunities to spend time together. They were both busy, and when they were in the same city, it was for less than a third of the time.

A year after they "got together," a film in which Su Shengxin starred was shortlisted for the main competition section of an international A-list film festival.

The director was also a well-known figure, and it was Jin Ranqiu who had recommended Su Shengxin for the role.

The film eventually won an award called the "Special Jury Prize."

It was the festival's second-highest honor.

The film that won the grand prize was indeed superior in every aspect.

Still, the fans were overjoyed.

Even if it wasn't the top prize, it was a respectable one. Most importantly, according to various feedback from the premiere, Su Shengxin’s performance in the film was excellent—truly excellent. Movies always tend to magnify acting, and after Su Shengxin was "magnified," it was not his weaknesses that were exposed, but the complete opposite.

The fans were filled with boundless anticipation.

Later, rumors circulated: Su Shengxin had a film and a television series that year that were both outstanding in their overall effect, with novel themes, compelling plots, and a sense of depth and contemplation.

The leaks suggested that Su Shengxin was headed for a larger stage with wider coverage and a broader audience. Within the next two to three years, he would likely see success in ratings, box office, and awards alike.

Shang Yin attended the awards ceremony that day.

Later, when watching the recording of the ceremony again, Su Shengxin noticed that when he heard the film had won, Shang Yin sat steadily in the audience, looking at him intently, clapping with genuine sincerity.

He was moved in an instant. Although the award was for the film and not for himself, in his countless imaginings of the past, his family was never there when his work received such international acclaim; those seats had always remained empty.

But now, there was someone watching him.

As an aside, after Su Jiming had "begged" him, he didn't seem to be as unyielding in front of Su Shengxin as he had been in the years prior.

Su Shengxin hadn't eaten his fill at the post-ceremony banquet, as he had been busy giving interviews.

Shang Yin had actually noticed. As soon as the interviews ended, Shang Yin took Su Shengxin to a restaurant, where a table of exquisite, steaming hot food was waiting, accompanied by drinks.

"Shengxin, congratulations," Shang Yin said. "The film won the second-highest prize. And the media and reporters all think very highly of you."

Su Shengxin touched his glass to his: "Thank you."

Shang Yin asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Su Shengxin ate a piece of lobster meat dipped in rich soup and replied casually, "No plans."

Shang Yin was surprised: "No plans?"

"That’s right."

Shang Yin’s expression showed a hint of confusion: "Your last film wrapped nearly three months ago, didn't it? In previous years... you never seemed to rest, going from one production to the next."

"Hmm." Su Shengxin took another sip of wine. "I used to love living in those worlds. Back then, I didn't like the real world, so even if I didn't truly identify with some of the scripts, or if I didn't actually like some of those worlds, I would still go. In those worlds, someone was always loving me passionately. But now—"

Su Shengxin looked at Shang Yin: "I feel that this world is also very, very good—even better. My standards have become more selective. To attract me, something must be at least more moving than reality, regardless of the emotion involved."

Shang Yin’s gaze locked onto him, deep and profound.

He, too, hadn't known before that he was capable of giving this kind of emotion.

"Then," Shang Yin picked up his glass again, "congratulations once more. You have a brand new world that is forever open to you. And it can become even better. It will get better every single year."

Su Shengxin smiled: "Then I look forward to its changes."

The two returned to the country on Shang Yin’s private jet.

His plane was quite large and capable of intercontinental flight; all the necessary procedures had already been taken care of.

Perhaps because of that earlier conversation, or perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for so long, the moment they entered the lounge, they kissed passionately.

"My dear Teacher Su," after the kiss, Shang Yin suddenly pulled open the bedside drawer, took out an object, and said, "I actually found this the other day."

"Found what?" Su Shengxin narrowed his eyes, confused for a moment, and asked: "Black gloves?"

"Yes," Shang Yin replied, leisurely putting one on. He flexed his fingers slightly and said, "The very two pairs from the show. On the third day, we held hands for the first time while wearing them, and on the fourth day, I wore them again to press against your Adam's apple and smell your neck. On the fifth day, I wore them to lift your lower leg and smell your ankle..."

Shang Yin recounted one by one the things they had done during the show—in the first week, because they weren't allowed to touch each other, they often needed these.

At the time, Shang Yin had touched his neck, lips, fingers, toes—countless sensitive areas—while wearing the gloves.

"You," Su Shengxin’s throat moved as he asked, "what are you trying to do, bringing these out now?"

Shang Yin used the gloved palm to cradle Su Shengxin’s face and said, "To review the feeling from back then. At that time, we were wearing these when we first held hands, first smelled each other's necks, and first smelled each other's knees, calves, ankles, and toes... Now, I suddenly want to wear them—"

Shang Yin’s voice paused, then continued: "—to make love once."

Su Shengxin’s breath grew rapid.

He had actually already guessed it.

Shang Yin handed him the other pair: "Do you want to?"

Su Shengxin breathed deeply, licked his lips, and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

When they returned to the bed from the bathroom, both were wearing bathrobes. Shang Yin handed the gloves to Su Shengxin again. This time, Su Shengxin took them. He looked at Shang Yin, slowly pulled them on, and then reached out to untie the knot on Shang Yin’s belt.

The black-gloved fingers pulled at the knot, gently separating the belt to both sides. The white ties, tangled together, were pulled apart, yet remained reluctant to let go.

Su Shengxin gently parted the front of Shang Yin’s robe as well. He kept his eyes locked on Shang Yin’s, his two gloved hands sliding like fish into the robe, over the body, first caressing Shang Yin’s waist, then exploring his chest, continuing upward to brush over his collarbones, and finally resting on his shoulders.

The sensation was completely different; the skin of his palms and fingers felt unfulfilled.

So, he had no choice but to press his body firmly against the other.

Waist, chest, shoulders.

It wasn't enough.

Su Shengxin felt restless and could only kiss the other’s lips.

The feeling of their lips pressed tightly together greatly soothed him. He instinctively sucked on the other’s lips and rubbed his tongue against theirs with all his might.

It was the only place they could truly connect.

After kissing for a while, Shang Yin also opened Su Shengxin’s robe and reached both hands inside.

Of course, it wasn't enough, and they could only press harder.

They kissed frantically, while their hands moved in a messy, vigorous, and haphazard dance of caresses over each other’s bodies.

His fingertips craved the other’s supple skin, while his own skin craved the other’s warm fingertips.

Shang Yin suddenly pinched one of Su Shengxin’s nipples. Su Shengxin’s waist arched, a mix of numbness and a hint of pain; the fabric always carried a rough, strained sensation.

It was so uncomfortable, Su Shengxin thought: It’s not enough at all.

The two collapsed onto the bed. Shang Yin was still pinching Su Shengxin’s nipple. Su Shengxin was feeling agonizingly unfulfilled and said: "It’s not enough, Shang Yin, it’s not enough."

Shang Yin looked up and asked: "Then what should we do? I still have these on my hands."

Su Shengxin’s mind was in a whirl. He looked at Shang Yin’s parting lips and said: "Use your tongue. Shang Yin, use your tongue."

Shang Yin stared into Su Shengxin’s eyes, while Su Shengxin stared at Shang Yin’s lips. The few seconds felt incredibly long. After a while, Shang Yin finally lowered his head and took Su Shengxin’s nipple into his mouth.

When the tip of his tongue began to circle and lick, Su Shengxin cried out: "Ah!"

Shang Yin’s lips and tongue began to tease with agility. A light suck, a circle, a flick—Shang Yin didn't just tend to the nipple; he even widened the area, tracing the edge of the areola in circles before taking the nipple back into his mouth.

Su Shengxin lay on the bed, his upper body stiff, his waist arched, his eyes closed, breathing in deep, heavy gasps.

Later, Shang Yin kissed his lips again, while his right hand, still encased in the black glove, slid inside Su Shengxin’s underwear and gripped the part within.

That part was even more sensitive, and naturally, the fabric felt even rougher.

No, no, Su Shengxin kicked his legs, his heels rubbing against the sheets, thinking: What he wanted was something much warmer, softer, and more delicate.

Not fabric.

The four fingers wrapped in the black glove stroked the shaft, occasionally rubbing the coronal sulcus at the head, and occasionally digging into the tiny opening at the very tip. Su Shengxin was about to go mad and shouted: "Shang Yin, Shang Yin, use something else. Hurry, I’m miserable."

Shang Yin watched for a while before saying: "As you command."

After saying this, he pulled down his own underwear, released himself, and pressed against the other.

The moment the two parts touched, Su Shengxin couldn't take it anymore. He had been holding back for too long, so he immediately grabbed Shang Yin’s waist and began to thrust upward himself.

They thrust while kissing, and before long, Su Shengxin’s lower abdomen was stained.

Shang Yin used that moisture to lubricate a certain place, then gripped Su Shengxin’s waist, thrust his hips, and entered him.

Su Shengxin gasped: "Ah—!"

A familiar sensation flooded in, and his body automatically wrapped around the other, automatically trying to satisfy itself.

Shang Yin also began to thrust, driving his thick, long member toward a known spot.

A year had passed, and now, the clasp in the middle of his tattoo was truly, visibly broken.

His hands couldn't touch the other’s skin, always separated by a layer of rough fabric, so they moved together, with tacit understanding, using the one place that was truly connected to rub wildly against each other and feel each other.

Rubbing vigorously, and concentrating on that spot.

The only thing that remained in constant contact: their genitals.

In the middle of the flight, the plane encountered turbulence and shook up and down for a long time. The parts where the two were joined moved without rhythm along with the turbulence. Su Shengxin clutched Shang Yin’s shoulders, moaning because he couldn't take it; every time the plane dipped, Su Shengxin would clench his teeth, as he would be thrust into deeply.

When the plane finally broke through the turbulence and stabilized, Shang Yin grabbed his knees again, thrusting and pounding. Finally, in the strange, concentrated state of "focusing on that only connected place," both experienced an incredibly unique pleasure.

And those two pairs of black gloves were dirty.

Because they were on a private jet, Shang Yin didn't want to soil the mattress. After pulling out, he even pushed his index finger into the narrow opening, then took off the glove, pulled out his finger, and left the fabric inside, saying: "Be good, use this to plug it for now. I’ll carry you to take a shower."

Su Shengxin closed his eyes, able only to clench his buttocks, feeling a sense of shame.

...

The flight time wasn't long, and they arrived home at about two or three in the morning.

Throughout the car ride, the two held hands tightly, fingers interlocked. Shang Yin even took his hand and stroked it inch by inch, tracing the outline of the blue veins on the back of his hand, sliding over the skin covering his knuckles, stroking from the base of his fingers to the tips, and even gently rubbing his fingernails.

"Touch," it turned out, was such a beautiful thing.

As soon as they entered the house, they couldn't endure it any longer.

They tore off each other’s shirts, finally able to wantonly caress each other’s skin with their own fingertips and palms.

They kissed and caressed frantically, from shoulders to arms, to chest and abdominal muscles, while their own fingertips, pads, and palms satisfied their long-held desires one by one.

They didn't know how long it had been when their trousers fell to the floor.

Fingertips and palms went to caress the other’s hip bones, and even—

When he touched the other’s thick, long member, Su Shengxin let out a satisfied sigh.

He held it gently with both hands, playing with it with unprecedented detail. His fingertips traced the veins on the shaft one by one, then the warm skin on the glans, and then he used his fingertips to carefully explore the tiny opening at the top, experiencing the sensation of his index finger being dampened and soaked by Shang Yin’s prostatic fluid.

Human fingers are indeed one of the most sensitive parts for touch.

He even squatted down, holding Shang Yin’s part with one hand, while the other hand traced the path of the veins underneath.

Not just touching the top, but the bottom too.

With Su Shengxin playing like this, Shang Yin completely lost all self-control. He couldn't wait even a second; he pinned Su Shengxin against the wall, supporting his knees, and eagerly pushed himself inside.

After entering and thrusting a few times, he finally had the strength to go upstairs.

Shang Yin didn't pull out; he carried Su Shengxin, letting him wrap his arms around his neck, and took the villa’s elevator to the second floor.

There was a mirror in the elevator, and Su Shengxin sneaked a peek: "..."

He had just been at the awards ceremony, and now—

Entering the bedroom, the two collapsed onto the bed together.

Without the gloves, even clutching the sheets felt more sensory.

Shang Yin clutched the other’s waist and pressed his legs; his palms were no longer as empty as they had been before.

Because of the previous unavailability, this time Shang Yin touched every inch of his skin, including the ankles and toes that were propped on his shoulders. He rubbed his toes, closed his eyes to experience the touch, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The thrusting below was fierce. Shang Yin turned on the bedside mirror, and while thrusting, he looked into the mirror and said: "My dear, look up."

Su Shengxin said: "I won't."

Shang Yin didn't continue to persuade him; he gently but forcefully inserted his right hand into Su Shengxin’s hair, grabbed it, and pulled it diagonally backward.

So Su Shengxin had no choice but to look up.

Su Shengxin closed his eyes, but Shang Yin didn't care much whether he opened them or not. His gaze was locked on the mirror, watching the closed eyes, the furrowed brows, the hair being held, and the raised neck inside. He thrust violently into the sensitive spot he already knew so well, watching the two lips in the mirror suddenly open, letting out a repressed moan.

After a while, Shang Yin stopped. Su Shengxin asked: "Shang Yin?"

"My dear," Shang Yin looked into the mirror, leaned in slightly, and the fingers of his other hand slid over Su Shengxin’s neck, Adam’s apple, and chin, finally stopping on his lips, rubbing them with two fingers. "Can you say, 'I beg you'?"

Su Shengxin opened his eyes, looked faintly into the mirror, and slowly opened his mouth, but suddenly bit Shang Yin’s finger, with no small amount of force.

Shang Yin immediately pulled his hand back. He knew that his demands wouldn't be satisfied so easily, but he also liked these unpredictable reactions from the other the best.

As if in retaliation, he went down to the floor, dragged Su Shengxin to the edge of the bed, and entered him again from behind.

He supported Su Shengxin’s legs, lifted his whole body, and while entering him from behind, took Su Shengxin directly into the bathroom inside, walking to the full-length mirror to see every inch of their bodies.

Two people with perfect figures were now linked like this.

Shang Yin moved his waist and said: "It’s still not clear enough."

After saying this, he took a few more steps forward.

Su Shengxin pressed his feet against the mirror, refusing to let Shang Yin get too close, so Shang Yin took the opportunity to pull Su Shengxin’s legs even wider.

Su Shengxin’s legs couldn't exert force in two different directions, so they were truly spread to the maximum.

The figures inside were clearly visible.

The fierce member was coated in fluid, moving in and out smoothly. And a certain part of Su Shengxin, when that thing pulled out, seemed to shrink to its tightest as if to hold it back, and when it entered, it opened slightly as if to welcome it.

Su Shengxin didn't close his eyes again; he seemed to be fascinated by it too.

At first, it was rhythmic and slow, then forceful and firm, and finally, violent and instinctive.

Su Shengxin’s legs hung down.

At the very end, Su Shengxin straightened his back, leaned into Shang Yin’s neck, and lifted his head, stretching his neck. His legs were tensed, and his toes were pointed.

His movements were too big, and Shang Yin almost couldn't support him.

Shang Yin’s gaze was firmly locked on everything in the mirror, and he couldn't help but admire it.

After twice, Su Shengxin couldn't hold on anymore. Shang Yin first took Su Shengxin to take a shower, sent him back to the bedroom, and then gave himself a quick rinse.

Returning to the bed, Shang Yin found that Su Shengxin still wasn't asleep. Instead, he was facing away from him, scrolling through his phone, as if looking at something.

Shang Yin walked over slowly and asked: "What are you looking at?"

"...Nothing." Su Shengxin turned the phone screen down onto the bed, the screen still emitting a faint blue light. "Nothing."

Shang Yin looked at Su Shengxin’s profile, one hand supporting the edge of the bed, the other wrapping around the back of Su Shengxin’s hand and the phone he was pressing down. Seemingly forceful but actually moving slowly, he tried to flip it over.

Su Shengxin pressed down lightly.

Shang Yin saw that his refusal wasn't absolute, so he applied a bit more force. After flipping it over without much effort, he glanced at the still-lit phone screen and was stunned for a moment.

It was actually the text message Su Shengxin had sent him three years ago.

The content of the message was crisp and clear but devoid of emotion. Su Shengxin had asked:

【Shall we get married? A two-year contract. No physical contact of any kind, no non-essential verbal communication, and maintain "loyalty" during the contract period.】

And Shang Yin had replied with an equally cold sentence:

【Fine.】

Below that, Su Shengxin had said: 【Regarding a breach of contract, what is the maximum compensation Mr. Shang can accept?】

Shang Yin had said: 【You decide. I will not breach the contract.】

Su Shengxin had replied: 【But I won't breach it either.】

Shang Yin’s heart softened. He looked at Su Shengxin, and Su Shengxin was looking at him too. They shared a light kiss, and Shang Yin stroked his hair, asking: "But Teacher Su, you breached the contract. During the contract period, you took the initiative to do many things that breached it; you kissed me, and you hugged me. So, what compensation can you pay?"

Su Shengxin caught his gaze and said: "But Mr. Shang, you also breached the contract. What compensation can you pay?"

Shang Yin asked: "My whole life belongs to you. Is that enough?"

"Enough," Su Shengxin said. "Then I... also belong to you for a lifetime."

(End of Main Story)

Author’s note:

I! AM! FINISHED!

One last round of 100 red envelopes~!

This is my longest free story! I originally just wanted to write a sweet, simple short story as a change of pace~ but it turned into a 160,000-word medium-length story. Because I had never written a dating show, and had never even watched one—only seen some clips—I was a bit anxious while writing, but I was super happy after finishing every chapter. When the progress was slow, I thought the story was falling apart and was trembling with fear, but I finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the last chapter~

There might be extra chapters, or maybe not... I originally wanted to write audience comments, feeling there must be comments, but I wrote some audience comments for the first two episodes in the main text, and it seemed a bit awkward... I might really not be suited for that, and I don't have any better ideas for other content at the moment... I’ll try to think of something! But I won't say for sure!

Physical book, I don't think there will be one... after all, it's just a free medium-length story, and I don't think anyone would want to sign it... so don't have any expectations for now!

I will be editing the earlier chapters in the next few days, so there might be some fake updates.

I started updating slowly last September, I am sorry, many readers have been waiting, I am ashamed and grateful! I will definitely have at least two-thirds, or even three-quarters, of the next story drafted. It should be an esports story called "Both Arts and Sports Blossoming." When I wrote "Water and Fire Cannot Tolerate," I had over 50% drafted, and I barely managed to finish the (basically) daily updates... The next story will be much longer, so I’ll need at least two-thirds or three-quarters. I will definitely prioritize finishing "Female Bosses" this year, and I will try to release the next BL story in the first half of next year, but it’s hard to say... *thump* (kneels down)...

Finally, please give me a five-star review!