Every Meal - Chapter 34: Have You Counted

Translator: Deyonna

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For Kong Qiao, he had always thought that his life was dull.

He was born into an ordinary family, went to school, studied, and found a job in a conventional manner. The only ripple in his life for over twenty years was probably his unconventional sexual orientation.

It’s not like he hasn’t experienced strange gazes from other people, as well as a campus life that can’t be called bullying, but isn’t pleasant either. But he naturally has a cheerful personality and tends to think positively, so he has grown up smoothly up until now.

Kong Qiao knew that many people thought that he was effeminate, and he was aware that his flashy style of dressing may not be appreciated by everyone. However, he enjoys dressing this way and doesn't care about these criticisms and judgments.

Life is so short, why bother thinking about what others think?

As long as you're happy, that's all that matters!

He just liked bright colors, dressing up, and being delicate and pretty, so what!

This was also considered the only pleasure and hobby in his otherwise dull life.

In fact, deep down inside, Kong Qiao actually enjoyed and longed for the feeling of being noticed and paid attention to by others.

It made him feel special.

This would make him harbor some fantasies in his heart, fantasies that he, an ordinary little gay, can one day become the protagonist in a book and become an extraordinary existence in someone else's world.

But Kong Qiao thought that these were only just fantasies.

After all, reality is not a novel or a melodramatic TV series. No matter how hard he looked every day, he never saw a big gong that could make his heart skip a beat.

There were no beautiful encounters or earth-shattering romances for him. He was just a corporate drone who lived a monotonous life, going back and forth between two fixed points every day. There had never been any new ripples in his life.

But now.

On a morning that deviated from his daily routine, in an apartment, there was an extra person without any preparation. He was lying on the sofa that had developed a new purpose last night, and he heard the man describe scenes just like a pervert. A story of voyeurism and secret love.

Simply unbelievable.

Off the charts.

Even the perverted plot in the short films he had saved in his bookmarks couldn't compare to this unexpected turn of events!

But... But it must be said.

Kong Qiao's toes curled up and then stretched out as he listened to the man's incessant whisper in his ear about the past interactions between the two that he had never noticed before, imagining the scene where the man was silently watching him from a corner he was unaware of.

Every pore on his body, even the ones on his scalp, seemed to open up.

A strange pleasure surged through his body.

It was a fine and dense feeling that crept into his ears, passed through his brain, and spread throughout his body.

It was rich and shallow, heavy yet light, and intoxicating, like drinking a heady fruit wine that made his limbs feel soft and weak.

"Qiao Qiao……"

Tu Liang finished saying the words he thought he would never say out loud and looked down at the person beneath him with some trepidation.

He thought he would see a face full of anger or fear.

Unexpectedly, his Qiao Qiao's cheeks turned even redder than before.

Like a little apple kissed by spring, it was bright red and tempting, making one feel the urge to pluck it and take a bite.

"Hmph, p-pervert!"

Little apple finally spoke. His voice was crisp and raw, but it had a softness that could not be ignored. To Tu Liang's ears, it sounded like an intimate reproach.

And that was exactly what it was.

Kong Qiao wasn't angry at all. The stories told by the man and his own fantasy-turned-reality set off fireworks in his mind, and the sparks that scattered were all filled with sweetness. It was a sweet journey that reached deep into his heart, even causing a physical reaction. The little peacock below the peach-colored nightgown stood up, forming a cute bulge.

Tu Liang naturally saw it.

Tu Liang always wanted to strip the person in front of him naked and hold him in his arms to kiss him. At this moment, he felt like he had received an invitation, and his big hand slipped into Kong Qiao's loose collar, capturing and kneading his rosy nipples, while his tongue once again parted Kong Qiao's lips.

"Yes... I'm a pervert…"

He sucked and licked Kong Qiao's tongue, admitting in a muddled voice, "Every time I look at you, I want to strip you naked…"

"Hmm…"

The numbness in his chest made Kong Qiao arch his back. Not to be outdone, he also pulled off the man's strawberry apron and found that Tu Liang was not wearing anything underneath, and his two large chest muscles fell into his palms once again.

"Pervert... Ah ha... At that time, I... Nng… I didn't even know you... and you wanted to strip me..." 

He slid his fingertips over the soft and elastic muscles, scratching lightly, his canine teeth gently biting the man's thick lip. "Have you... Ngn ah... wanted to fuck me…for a long time?"

Tu Liang was almost driven crazy by the little peacock's seductive and lascivious words.

He tore open Kong Qiao's silky nightgown, lifting those legs that still carried red marks and bruises up onto his own shoulders. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Yes."

The wolf, pretending to be a dog, bared its fangs, wild and full of aggressiveness.

"I've… wanted to fuck you for a long time, Qiao Qiao."

The flower bud that had just been picked last night was once again teased open, trembling and contracting. It seemed to be hiding, yet also tempting someone to kiss and pick it.

Tu Liang roughly pulled the plush pillow from the side and carefully tucked it behind Kong Qiao's lower back before burying his cock in the flower bud and speaking to his sweetheart in a low voice.

"I want to rip open your shirt, tear off your underwear, and press you down on the chopping board... and fuck you hard!"

"Qiao Qiao, have you counted how many shirts you have?"

"Have you counted how many pairs of underwear you have, and what colors are they?"

"I've counted... I count every day."

"Every time you change to a different color, change to a different outfit, I only thought of changing positions, and changing locations and fuck you all over again."

The soft and tender chrysanthemum was once again penetrated by the thick and long hard rod, and this time, there was not much rough and jerky opening. The chrysanthemum petals easily accommodated the man's large cock.

Wet and slippery liquid surges out of the chrysanthemum along with the lewd and unrestrained words of the man, moistening the passage and also drenching Tu Liang's penis.

"Ah... Ahh ha... You... Ahh... Stop talking!" 

Kong Qiao felt like his ears were dirty, but his little hole kept contracting, as if urging the man to continue.

"Qiao Qiao... Ha... Qiao Qiao…"

Tu Liang lifted Kong Qiao's legs and thrust his waist repeatedly into the soft and muddy area, panting heavily. "Eighteen... you have eighteen different shirts... I like the green one the most. It makes you look so white..."

"And...and those blue denim...you were working overtime that weekend. Those jeans were so tight... I really... nng ha… really wanted to knead your butt…"

With a loud smack, Kong Qiao's white and tender butt cheek was slapped by the man.

He let out a startled cry, but his voice took on a different tone, one that was so sweet and cloying that it made one's ears itch.

"Nng ah... Tu Liang, you…"

Kong Qiao felt both shy and confused by the man's incessant teasing, but his body could only cling to Tu Liang's arm and follow him as they bounced in the waves.

The man who laid bare all his secrets seemed to have broken free from the cage of restrained desire, revealing a more aggressive side.

"Qiao Qiao... since you're not afraid of me, and don't dislike me…"

Tu Liang firmly grasped the delicate ankle of the person in front of him and pulled the person completely into his embrace——

"Don't ever think about getting rid of me in the future."

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