Every Meal - Chapter 4: Watching a Short Movie

Translator: Deyonna

Kong Qiao had another spring dream that night.

This time, the hands that played with him in the dream went even further, directly holding his little brother, stroking, pulling, kneading, sliding…

Both of the hands did their best to bring him to the peak, unceasingly provoking his moans and desire.

By the time Kong Qiao woke up, he was still constantly moaning. The hands in the dream had long since disappeared, leaving only a cold and sticky spot on the quilt.

He was the only one panting on the big bed. Kong Qiao relaxed right after and pulled a few pieces of tissue from the nightstand to wipe.

While wiping, he thought to himself.

Have you been abstinent for a long time that something had gone wrong with you?

Otherwise, why do you always have that kind of dream, and in the dream, there is always that, that same barbarian butcher?!

It was the weekend, so Kong Qiao could naturally just stay in his bed.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was dimly lit. He couldn't help recalling the pleasure of being pressed down by the majestic breath in his dream, as well as the numbness that those rough and wide palms ignited on his body.

Obviously, everything was just a dream, but it gave Kong Qiao a subtle sense of satisfaction.

Even an absurd but embarrassing thought flashed in his head - that butcher… should have good physical strength, right?

This idea was quickly shaken out of Kong Qiao's head.

But it is undeniable that it still left a trace in his heart.

Kong Qiao felt that this was not acceptable.

How could he, a virgin boy who pays attention to his appearance and clothing, be matched with a butcher?!

It's not that he looks down on people, rather, rather they don't have a common language at all!

But–

If it's about love, it seems… it's okay without a common language?

Kong Qiao rolled around in bed.

That man was tall and strong. Although his face was fierce, he wasn't ugly, and… he looked very muscular.

His nose was tall. He heard that people with tall noses are not small, so they must be very capable in bed.

Ah.

Something should be done about this.

The more he thought about it, the more indecent it became. Kong Qiao felt that there was a restless small volcano in his heart. Scared, he quickly took his phone, opened the short movie website, and poked into his favorites to be clear-headed.

He must have been so hungry and thirsty recently that he'd become tasteless!

He has to watch a few normal love movies quickly and sober up!

Kong Qiao covered himself in the quilt. The tip of his nose smelled the sweet strawberry scent of the laundry detergent in the quilt, but it was mixed with a subtle musk scent.

It was a habit he developed as a child.

If you watch something secretly, you have to cover and hide, for fear of being discovered by your family, and watching small movies is, of course, no exception.

Although he lives alone now, this habit has not changed.

The bed was dark, with only the dazzling light of the screen. Kong Qiao tapped his finger at his favorites, but he accidentally tapped the wrong place and entered another page.

It was a collection of recommendations, and the one that Kong Qiao poked in had a tag that read—muscle♂hooligan.

At the beginning of the film, there is a white-collar worker on his way after getting off work.

The handsome young man tugged the tie around his neck and walked on the deserted path in a neat suit.

The road for the white-collar worker to go home is currently being renovated, and several workers in neon vests are working. One of them had just gotten off the excavator. It was probably too hot, he raised his hand and tore off his sleeveless vest, and threw it on the seat, revealing his muscular body.

Kong Qiao's thumb was already on the exit button on the screen, but he couldn't help his throat from bobbing up and down.

The fingertip that was about to touch the screen slowly retracted.

I just want to see… a new storyline.

Thinking of this, Kong Qiao continued to stare at the screen intently.

The short movie is still playing.

At this time, it was the third time that the white-collar worker passed by that street.

He was hungry after getting out of work that night, so the white-collar worker stopped by the convenience store to buy some snacks and drinks and walked home while eating.

The white-collar worker is a kind person. Seeing that the workers had been working hard and had no time to drink or eat, his heart softened, so he left a few bags of cakes and a few bottles of drinks to fill their stomachs.

Several other workers were on the side of the road. He handed it over to others and continued to eat.

Only the person operating the excavator hasn't gotten out.

The white-collar worker saw that the big machine didn't move for a long time, so he thought as a good person he should do his best, so he walked over and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, the operator of the excavator opened the door.

The camera deliberately moves from bottom to up perspective. An unclothed upper body pops up on the screen, full of bulging muscles.

Moreover, because the base of the excavator machine was high, the white-collar worker stood below with his face facing the operator's crotch.

He saw the protruding tent on the man's crotch at a glance.

The white-collar worker blushed.

Ah, did he disturb others from doing that?

Thinking of this, he stuffed the drink in his hand to the man, then hurriedly bowed his head and left with a blushing face.

Only the excavator's operator was left holding the bottle of water. He unscrewed it and took a big mouthful, then stared at the back of the white-collar worker and licked his lips.

When the white-collar worker passes by that street for the fourth time.

It was a starless night.

He got off from work a little late, and the workers on the street seemed to have finished their work and gone home.

Although the white-collar worker is a man, he is a bit timid.

Facing the dark road, he looked around as he walked, as if he wanted to throw out the bad associations caused by the horror movies he had seen in his mind.

Fortunately, there was an excavator machine on the small road. The big machine gave the white-collar worker a sense of security.

He heaved a sigh of relief and moved his footsteps closer to that side.

Halfway through the road, the white-collar worker also happened to walk to the excavator machine. Just as he was about to walk away from this road quickly, the excavator's door on his side suddenly opened, and a stout arm stretched out from the inside, grabbed the white-collar worker's waist, and carried him inside the excavator!

The screen suddenly dimmed.

There was only heavy breathing mixed with panicked soft cries.

Then clothes were torn in the dark.

There was a cry of pain and joy in the closed excavator, as well as a sticky, joyous sound of skin slapping and rubbing.

There was no one to be seen along the entire road, only a huge machine stood silently by the side of the road.

If you look carefully, you can still see the overlapping figures in that machine, as well as the continuous slight ups and downs of the machine.

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