Chapter 40.1 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
Quality Check: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Warning: Contains descriptions of dubious consent and severe abuse of power
Chapter 40.1 (NSFW)
Sunshades were placed against the winds.h.i.+eld, throwing the car's interior into darkness; there was no illumination in the enclosed s.p.a.ce apart from the faint glow coming through the side and rear windows. Fang Chi removed his gla.s.ses and instructed from the front seat, ”Try your best to recall the details of the attack.”
Next to the therapist, Gao Zhun lay on his back with his hands resting flat on his belly. ”Please… can you please lie down as well?”
With the slightest tilt of his head, Fang Chi's eyes fell on the other man's trembling lower body: an expensive belt buckle, a pair of beautifully-shaped thighs, and a hint of the tantalizing flesh hidden between those legs. His gaze lingered. No matter how hard he tried to look away, his eyes returned without fail to that private spot between Gao Zhun's thighs - that very part of the man's body which he had been teasing just hours ago. He could feel its texture and heat on his palms even now, and he was overwhelmed all of a sudden by his memories from this morning. The shallow rasp of scattered moans filled his ears once more, while the skin on his chin tingled again from the cat-like caresses of Gao Zhun's tongue.
”Five minutes,” Fang Chi replied instead, feigning indifference. ”We begin the simulation in five minutes.”
It was an unbearable pause for Gao Zhun, but it was just as much of an ordeal for Fang Chi. The therapist had gotten hard, and his fully engorged member throbbed in eager antic.i.p.ation of what was about to happen. Fang Chi had always believed himself to be a pract.i.tioner with professional ethics, but how should he explain his own actions now? How could he? Here he was, using therapeutic techniques to lure his patient into having s.e.x at the scene of his trauma, in the vehicle where the a.s.sault had taken place. This was more than just a gross violation of professional conduct, the therapist knew; this was criminal.
Frustration gnawed at Fang Chi. Yet, the more agitated he felt, the more his desire swelled within him, and his hand found its way to Gao Zhun's thigh even before the five minutes were up. The leg shuddered once before stilling under his palm, and Fang Chi began running his hand back and forth along that docile flesh, kneading hard through the trouser fabric.
”Doctor Fang?” Gao Zhun called out nervously.
”Imagine me to be that man,” Fang Chi tricked him.
”But…” Gao Zhun's voice became heated as well. ”He wasn't like this.”
Fang Chi snapped around, a sinister gleam in his eyes. ”What was he like, then?”
Fear stirred within Gao Zhun. ”He lay on top of me, beat me, and ripped off my pants,” came his frank reply. ”He was very rough.”
Fang Chi visualized the scenes as described. Although he had already imagined them countless times in private, being in the car made every image more real, and far more heart-wrenching. The pain stabbed deep into his gut. Was this jealousy? Vexed, Fang Chi sank his grip into Gao Zhun's thigh and began climbing onto the man. ”Give me details.”
Gao Zhun watched as Fang Chi prowled his way up like a dangerous predator; starting from Gao Zhun's thighs, the therapist pinned down his patient bit by bit with the weight of his body. Gao Zhun's fear took on an edge of expectancy. Shyly, he pressed his lips together. ”He pinched my thighs, licked my face, and kept prodding me with his thing. He said…” For the very first time, he told Fang Chi what the man said to him that night: ”So what if you're rich? You're still going to be f***ed like anyone else.”
Fang Chi could not stand it; he could not stand anything about that man. ”What else did he say?”