EOD Chapter20

“What did you say?” The look in Lu Zhao’s eyes instantly turned to ice. He began to struggle, but he was firmly pinned beneath Zhou Zefeng, unable to move a muscle. Lu Zhao suddenly regretted neglecting his workouts for the past six months; otherwise, he wouldn’t be in such a pathetic state right now.

Zhou Zefeng seemed like a completely different person. He stared down at the face he was gripping; the cheek flesh was pinched together quite cutely, his two lips were pouting open entirely defencelessly, and even the glasses he usually wore so properly had gone crooked.

The presence of Zhou Zefeng’s hard length poking between his legs was impossible to ignore. Lu Zhao spoke up again impatiently, “You think this is over? Lie back down right now.”

“I know best whether it’s over or not.” Zhou Zefeng flipped Lu Zhao over and, without a word, yanked Lu Zhao’s trousers down to the crook of his knees, exposing his entire white ass and a section of his thighs. He reached out and delivered a slap of moderate force right onto his butt.

Lu Zhao was thoroughly enraged. It had always been him hitting others; he had never endured such massive humiliation. He began to struggle violently while cursing fiercely, “Zhou Zefeng, you animal! If I’d known, I should have tied you up. You fucking dumbass, you dare hit me? Get the fuck off me…”

It was the first time Zhou Zefeng had seen Lu Zhao like this, and it was entirely fresh. While appreciating his loss of composure, he grabbed the ribbon from the side, bound Lu Zhao’s hands behind his back, and casually snagged a piece of fabric to stuff into Lu Zhao’s mouth.

Lu Zhao froze, realizing a moment too late that what was stuffed in his mouth was Zhou Zefeng’s underwear. He turned his head to glare at Zhou Zefeng in fury, but because his hands were tied and his clothes were in disarray, he didn’t look threatening at all.

Zhou Zefeng let out a soft sigh. His burning palm covered Lu Zhao’s eyes as he leaned close to his ear, his tone carrying a mix of helplessness and threat, his voice very low, “Stop glaring. The more you glare, the harder I get.”

Lu Zhao didn’t know what Zhou Zefeng wanted to do, but one thing was for sure; this was naked, unadulterated revenge.

Lu Zhao lay arched on the bed. His beautifully curved waist and hips were exposed right before Zhou Zefeng, still twisting in defiance. After a while, Zhou Zefeng still hadn’t made a move, and only the sound of heavy panting could be heard. Confused, Lu Zhao looked back, only to find Zhou Zefeng kneeling between his legs while masturbating against his body.

Unbelievable, an eye for an eye, huh. Lu Zhao felt quite speechless. He really wanted to tell Zhou Zefeng that rather than doing this, it would be better to untie him; he hadn’t even used thirty percent of his techniques yet, which would definitely feel better than Zhou Zefeng jerking himself off. There was no need to stage this whole dramatic scene.

In Zhou Zefeng’s eyes, however, the Lu Zhao who used to only appear in his dreams was now truly lying beneath him, looking completely defenseless and like anyone could push him around; it was incredibly hot. He stroked his cock. Having already cum once, his stamina was much greater now, and he constantly felt there was something else he wanted to do even more, though his reason was suppressing that thought.

Unable to endure it any longer, Zhou Zefeng stroked his own sex organ with one hand while using his other hand to pinch the flesh of Lu Zhao’s thigh, kneading his way all the way up to his buttocks. The soft, supple texture made it impossible for him to put it down. Lu Zhao felt an unfamiliar wave of pleasure and twisted his waist, trying to escape Zhou Zefeng’s control.

Zhou Zefeng tasted sweetness and grew increasingly thirsty. He simply leaned down, gathering Lu Zhao entirely into his arms while groping him all over. His rigid erection drove against Lu Zhao’s tightly pressed inner thighs, and the firm, constricting sensation drew an uncontrollable low groan from Zhou Zefeng. Startled, Lu Zhao tried to dodge, but it had the exact opposite effect; his wildly twisting legs squeezed so tightly that Zhou Zefeng almost lost control and came right then and there.

“Shh, don’t move. Let me touch you.” Zhou Zefeng’s lower body pumped, thrusting in and out between Lu Zhao’s legs. The ridges of his glans and the coronal sulcus slid all the way from the back hole, past the perineum and beneath the scrotum, straight to the base of Lu Zhao’s sex organ; like a spark of fire burning from his lower body straight to Lu Zhao’s skull.

Zhou Zefeng’s hands weren’t idle either. Slick and wet from his own pre-cum, his hands slid up from the hem of Lu Zhao’s tightly buttoned white shirt, groping everywhere from his stomach to his chest. Finally, he pinched the tips of Lu Zhao’s nipples, teasing and rolling them gently. The soft areolas poked out hungrily against Zhou Zefeng’s palms. He gripped the hardened nipples, playing with them in countless lewd ways, and opened his palms to rub Lu Zhao’s chest muscles forcefully. The calluses on his hands rubbed against the tender nipples, torturing the pink color into a debauched, brilliant red.

“Ngh…!” Lu Zhao uncontrollably arched his chest forward, unable to resist the surging waves of pleasure. Consequently, his buttocks at the back slammed into Zhou Zefeng’s lower abdomen, making Zhou Zefeng let out a muffled grunt. The feeling of being violated was both unfamiliar and humiliating, yet it unexpectedly birthed a different kind of intense pleasure. Lu Zhao’s own sex organ in front began to harden, trembling slightly.

Noticing this, Zhou Zefeng freed up one hand to grip Lu Zhao’s sex organ, jerking it off with a crude, disorganized roughness that nevertheless brought Lu Zhao a primal sense of gratification.

Applying what he had just learned, Zhou Zefeng used his bare fingernail to lightly poke Lu Zhao’s urethral opening, then used his palm to rub his glans in circles. Lu Zhao was driven to dodge all over the place. After Zhou Zefeng had been pounding away between Lu Zhao’s thighs for quite a while, Lu Zhao was on the verge of cumming.

Just then, Zhou Zefeng’s fingers suddenly clamped tightly around the base of Lu Zhao’s sex organ. Lu Zhao’s semen was forcefully cut off halfway, and he began to struggle fiercely in dissatisfaction, only to receive a harsh slap on the butt from Zhou Zefeng.

Lu Zhao stopped moving. Spent and drained of all strength, he slumped into Zhou Zefeng’s arms, ultimately unable to overpower the younger man. Yet Zhou Zefeng refused to let him off just like that; the sex organ clamped between the inner thighs kept pounding away without pause. Zhou Zefeng waited for Lu Zhao to weather the wave before his hand started moving again. This time, there were no elaborate tricks. He simply buried his face in the crook of Lu Zhao’s neck, sinking his teeth into the tender skin there hard enough to leave distinct bite marks behind. The movements of his body were brutal to the absolute extreme, and his mouth bit down hard onto the flesh of Lu Zhao’s shoulder; looking less like a release of lust and more like a venting of emotion.

It was unknown how much time passed to the point where the skin of Lu Zhao’s inner thighs was turning numb and chafed when Zhou Zefeng finally let out a muffled roar. Lu Zhao was also close to the brink, and the two of them ejaculated almost simultaneously; except one shot all over Lu Zhao’s thigh flesh, while the other shot right into Zhou Zefeng’s palm.

Zhou Zefeng lay on top of Lu Zhao while panting heavily as he recovered from the momentary daze following ejaculation. When he finally came to his senses, he realized Lu Zhao wasn’t moving at all. When he turned him over to check on him, he found that Lu Zhao had been crying in silence all along. Tears had soaked his entire face, leaving his eyes and nose flushed red, but with the underwear stuffed in his mouth, not a single sound could escape.

Zhou Zefeng’s heart practically broke into pieces. He hurriedly pulled the fabric out of Lu Zhao’s mouth and quickly untied the rest of the bonds. Pulling Lu Zhao into his embrace, he awkwardly patted his back in an attempt to soothe him and asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Are you hurt somewhere?”

Lu Zhao was still shedding tears. Feeling incredibly humiliated and not wanting Zhou Zefeng to see him in such a pathetic state, he tried to break free from the embrace. However, Zhou Zefeng held him in a death grip, leaving him with no choice but to turn his head into Zhou Zefeng’s chest, burying his face there to cry.

Zhou Zefeng pulled out a few tissues and carefully wiped away Lu Zhao’s tears. Lu Zhao’s glasses had been lost somewhere along the way; his eyes were tightly shut, and his long, thick eyelashes rested against his eyelids like a fan drenched by rain. The tip of his nose was completely flushed, looking as though he had been terribly bullied.

Zhou Zefeng’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy fist, leaving a massive bruise. He began to stutter out an apology, “Lu Zhao, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t control myself, and I don’t know why I lost it just now either… Also, when I called you a slut, I didn’t truly mean to… wait, that’s not right either, even though you really are very—anyway, I didn’t want to humiliate you. Is that why you’re sad?”

Nestled in his embrace, Lu Zhao shook his head.

He carefully touched his chafed, swollen inner thighs, trying his best to sound firm, “It hurts.”

Zhou Zefeng froze.

It turned out Lu Zhao had been driven to tears purely by the pain.

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