Chapter 5 — Dad's Good Brother Is My Boyfriend

“No… it's nothing, General Director.” I panicked and hid the phone behind my back, my heart beating like a drum. He leaned closer, his eyes gliding over my red cheeks and avoiding my gaze, the corners of his lips curled up in a knowing and dangerous curve. "Drinking alcohol?" "A little bit..." "Headheaded?" He took another step forward, the scent and pressure almost suffocating me. "A-also a little..." Suddenly, he reached out - not to touch me, but to directly pull out the phone I hid behind my back! So fast that I didn't have time to react! "Ah! General Manager La! Give me back the phone!" I panicked and quickly reached out to take it back. Thanks to his height, he easily dodged, his long fingers lightly pressing on the screen. On the screen is still the chat interface between me and the "Candy Jar containing Mieu"! The message he had just sent, full of self-pity and infatuation, was clearly visible before his eyes! The space seemed to freeze. The bustling sound around immediately became a blurred background. I only saw those deep pupils reflecting my panicked face, and the bright light from the phone screen. He stared at the screen for a few seconds. Then slowly, very slowly, he looked up, his eyes shifting from the screen to my face. That look was extremely complicated. There is scrutiny, there is ridicule, there is a sharpness that understands everything, but also carries a bit of... quiet possession and indescribable pleasure? He laughed softly, a deep, deep laugh resounding from his chest, like feathers gliding gently across the most sensitive place. He leaned down, his breath carrying the smell of alcohol and body temperature blew into my ear, each word was terrifyingly clear: "To Mieu Mieu." He called my name, his voice was both intimate and torturous. "Looking at your face and then texting 'me' complaining..." He deliberately stopped, his breath coming closer, almost touching my ear: "...Your head, can it hold two men like that? Hm?" Alcohol, shame, and the fear of being caught mixed together, drowning me in a tidal wave. I felt like I was stripped naked and standing under the spotlight, with nowhere to hide. The blood rushed to my head and then drained away, my eyes went dark, my legs felt really weak. As soon as my body wobbled, a strong arm immediately hugged my waist, pulling me into that solid chest. Through the thin fabric, I clearly felt his temperature and strong heartbeat, mixed with the smell of alcohol and cold scent, like an enchantment that made people dizzy. I was stiff, as if I was being hit with an acupressure point. Not only did he not let go, but he also tightened his grip, making me cling to him. His chin was almost resting on the top of my head, hot breath blowing into my hair. "Can't even stand up anymore?" His voice rang in my ears, low and hoarse, carrying the laziness of drunkenness and absolute dominance. "Looks like you're really drunk." He stopped, his thumb, with his slightly rough skin, was slowly caressing the side of his waist - the most sensitive place, also hidden by his vest! That move! That's the place! My whole body shook like I was electrocuted! Because... during countless nights of voice calls, I once told my "good brother" that that place was very sensitive, how it would tremble when touched! Can't be a coincidence! Absolutely impossible! I'm responding! In real action, recreate the provocation in the virtual world! You're telling me — you know! He remembers every word I say, every weakness I have! Terrible shock and the feeling of being seen through and completely controlled filled my whole body, overwhelming even my shame. I was frozen in his arms, no longer able to struggle, my mind was blank, only the sound of my heart beating wildly like a war drum, resounding to the point of piercing my ears. "General... General Manager La..." I called tremblingly, my voice carrying the sound of sobs and utter chaos.

degree, "I... let you go..." "Let go?" He smiled softly, the vibrations from his chest transmitted straight through my body. Not only did he not let go, he also lowered his head, his lips almost touching my ear, using the characteristic voice that only belongs to a "good brother", a voice full of seduction and control: "Let go so I can, like in last night's voice, 'softly kneel down'? Hmm?"Voice last night! It was that damn night again, those crazy words when I was coaxed into losing my reason! I remember everything! He was deliberately leading me to the corner of the wall, forcing me to struggle in confusion and shame! "No... it's not..." I weakly protested, my voice was as small as a mosquito, my body trembled clearly because of his breath, his touch and his words. My legs were really soft. If it weren't for his hand holding me, I would definitely have slipped down. "Not what?" He pressed closer, his nose almost touching my sideburns, his breath burning. "It's not 'ma'am." Your 'comrade'? Not your 'Miao Mieu likes to eat candy'?" Every time he mentioned a name, his hand tightened a little, his calloused fingers rubbed harder on that sensitive waist area. Oh! The last line of defense in my head was completely shattered. Identity exposed. Camouflage removed. The feeling of social death reached its peak, but was swallowed up by another, more intense, more unfamiliar emotion — An inescapable trembling when completely taken over. And… a secret, almost self-destructive immersion. “Uh…”