After Transmigrating into a Book, I Turned the Straight Bigshot Gay (BL) - Chapter 26.1

The next day, Yi Wuyi passed by Yan Shizhou’s office and saw through the glass that it was empty.

“Manager Shizhou has been coming to work very punctually lately. I don’t know why he didn’t show up today. He hasn’t replied to my messages either; perhaps something came up,” the secretary nearby explained hurriedly, eager for others to know how diligent their manager had become.

“I know. Let him sleep,” Yi Wuyi said.

The secretary froze, a look of horror dawning on her face. What exactly did “Let him sleep” imply?

Ten hours ago, at the bar.

Yi Wuyi stepped out of the private room and crossed the upper gallery. Near the deafening dance floor below, he spotted a familiar figure.

Yan Shizhou was leaning against a sofa in a corner of the dance floor, head bowed. His hair fell over his temples, casting shadows over his eyes; it was impossible to tell if he was asleep or drunk. He held a cigarette between his fingers—not smoking it, just watching the cherry burn closer to his fingers without moving.

Yi Wuyi looked at the manager beside him. The manager immediately explained: “Third Young Master has been coming here every night lately. He just sits there, doesn’t drink, doesn’t look for friends. If anyone talks to him, he has them dragged away. Then he just sits there in a daze.”

“What did Mr. Yan say?”

“Mr. Yan’s exact words were: ‘Watch him, let him sober up on his own.’”

“It’s too dangerous in a place like this,” Yi Wuyi said.

The manager’s lip twitched. “With Third Young Master’s temper, who would dare provoke the Yan family’s resident playboy?” Everyone usually gave him a wide berth—the only exception was a man named Han Yuqiu who used to be close to him. However, the manager knew about Han Yuqiu’s fate and didn’t dare mention that name.

“Why don’t you try to persuade him? Didn’t Third Young Master used to listen to you the most?”

Yi Wuyi’s eyes looked exceptionally deep under the shifting lights. “As you said, that was the past.”

The manager frowned, feeling a bit of disbelief. This won’t do; the two million Third Young Master promised me can’t fly away. He wanted to persuade Yi Wuyi further, but Yi Wuyi deliberately avoided Yan Shizhou, heading down a different set of stairs.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a man in a floral shirt approach Yan Shizhou. The man asked something, then placed a hand boldly on Shizhou’s shoulder. Yan Shizhou didn’t move or even look up.

Two bodyguards protecting him from the shadows were about to step forward, but Yi Wuyi stopped them.

The manager whispered, “Fifth Master, what’s wrong? Just a blind pest—we should just have someone beat him up.”

Yi Wuyi said nothing. The manager thought to himself, Maybe there’s a chance.

After a while, the man slid his palm down from Shizhou’s shoulder to his back. Yan Shizhou remained unmoved, like a statue.

The floral-shirt man was overjoyed. He had heard that Bolin Street bars had many gay men and decided to try his luck. He hadn’t expected to see such a handsome man sitting alone. He was itching with desire, even though a local had kindly warned him: “Don’t stare at that one; he’s someone you can’t afford to provoke. Watch your life.”

The man in the floral shirt had boasted, “For a catch like this, even if I have to hang myself tomorrow, it’d be worth it.”

He eventually walked into the lonely corner. Up close, the face and unique aura were even more breathtaking. The man, who had seen many faces in his life, felt his heart thumping. This beautiful man was surprisingly easy to talk to; no matter what he said, Shizhou was silent; no matter what he did, Shizhou was unmoved.

This is going to happen.

“I booked a luxury room at the nearby Yan Hotel. You can see the whole night view of A-City and the port. How about I take you there?”

Shizhou finally let out a cold laugh. “As long as you aren’t afraid of dying.”

This chilling, ruthless coldness only made the man more obsessed. As they walked out of the bar, a man blocked their path.

“You…” The floral-shirt man was about to curse, but seeing Yi Wuyi’s lethal gaze, his heart faltered. “Bro, what are you…”

Yi Wuyi looked at Yan Shizhou. “Third Young Master, where are you going?”

“What else do people do at hotels?” Yan Shizhou let out a cold, cynical laugh. Then he added mockingly, “You must still be a virgin. You don’t understand what hotels are for. Wait, that’s not right—didn’t you get a room with Xie Yunshen?” He glanced mockingly at Yi Wuyi’s lower body. “You’re not actually impotent, are you?”

The floral-shirt man laughed, trying not to show weakness in front of Shizhou. “Who is this?”

Yan Shizhou ignored him and asked, “Do you dare hit him?”

The man heard the subtext. Bolstered by the challenge, he stepped forward and glared at Yi Wuyi. “Did you hear that? If you’re smart, get lost.”

Yi Wuyi pushed him. The man tried to resist but felt as if he had hit an iron beam; he was flung straight against the wall. It felt like being hit by a car, his side trembling with pain. He refused to lose face in front of Shizhou, so he didn’t make a sound.

“Forget him, let’s go,” Yan Shizhou said, finally offering a faint smile.

The man wanted to refuse, but seeing that face and that smile, he was powerless to resist. Even if I die, it’s worth it.

As the two passed Yi Wuyi, Yi’s voice was low and steady: “What will it take for you to stop being angry and acting out?”

Yan Shizhou stopped, a triumphant look in his eyes. “You’re a straight man, right?”

Yi Wuyi froze, not reacting.

“I heard straight men have a huge mental barrier against the same sex. It even nauseates them.” Yan Shizhou placed a hand on his shoulder. “If you satisfy my ‘needs,’ you won’t be uncomfortable, will you?”

He was like a traveler carrying a furnace in his chest, walking barefoot in the desert in the heat of summer, wandering aimlessly. Yi Wuyi was his only medicine.

Yi Wuyi frowned. “If I do this, you won’t go to places like this anymore, right?”

Yan Shizhou cocked an eyebrow. “Of course.”

He hadn’t come here for anything specific; he just wanted to see Yi Wuyi get worked up and worried for him—and if he could trick him into this, even better. The floral-shirt man was just an accidental catalyst.

The man in the floral shirt was baffled. “What does this mean? What about me?”

Yan Shizhou didn’t even deign to look at him. He signaled the two bodyguards in the back, and the man was dragged away.

Yi Wuyi followed Yan Shizhou back to the annex building of the Yan estate—this was Shizhou’s territory. Yan Shizhou knew that if he took Yi Wuyi to a hotel, it would reach his eldest brother’s ears immediately, and Yan Shiqi would definitely ruin his plans.

After they had both showered, Yan Shizhou sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands, hair damp. He looked up at Yi Wuyi. “If you regret it now, you can leave.”

As soon as he asked, he wanted to slap himself. Why act tough and let the “prize” fly away?

“I won’t. Let’s begin, Third Young Master.”

Yan Shizhou felt an inexplicable surge of irritability. He took a cigarette from the pack but didn’t light it, just held it between his fingers. “You start first.”

Yi Wuyi stiffened for a moment, but quickly regained his usual steady and composed expression. Yan Shizhou watched him coldly, even though this chilling scrutiny brought Yi Wuyi a pain close to shame.

The more Yi Wuyi’s hands trembled, the more gratified Yan Shizhou felt, though he also felt a strange, contrary pain—much like his first time smoking, uncomfortable and burning. He knew Yi Wuyi was purely straight. But seeing him marry some woman would be worse than death.

Yan Shizhou lit the cigarette and took a puff. The smoke drifted through the room, vaguely forming the painful shape of a skeleton.

Yi Wuyi actually got “ready” quite quickly, but Shizhou didn’t signal him to stop. So he had to continue. Shizhou looked at the scar on Yi Wuyi’s chest—the one from the hoodie assassin’s baton. The gruesome stitches hadn’t been fully absorbed yet. The curve of the stitches looked like a clown’s smile.

He took another puff and blew the smoke onto Yi Wuyi’s chest, the scar shimmering through the haze. Then he crushed the cigarette forcefully in the ashtray and applied a large amount of lubricant himself.

Though his excitement was uncontrollable, he prepared thoroughly to avoid suffering. He pressed on Yi Wuyi’s solid shoulders, gritted his teeth, and sat down on him, his whole body trembling instantly. It was painful and numbing, but it felt incredibly good.

Yan Shizhou buried his face in Yi’s shoulder, almost laughing aloud. He had finally “fed” on him.

Yi Wuyi looked at him, confused. Shizhou couldn’t laugh, or he’d be exposed.

“Close your eyes!” Yan Shizhou barked. Yi Wuyi had no choice but to comply.

Because the stimulation was too much, Yan Shizhou had no strength left and almost fell over; Yi Wuyi caught him. He couldn’t tell Yi Wuyi that this was actually his first time. He hadn’t even slept with Han Yuqiu.