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Chu Wanning’s trembling finger hovered over his mouse as he pondered for the twentieth time whether he should publish that photo or not.
He scrolled back up, scrutinizing the photo once more. The more he looked, the less he recognized himself: cat ears, sweater pulled up past his chest by his own hands, a mini skirt that barely hid anything at all. He wondered if the mask covering half his face was enough to keep his identity hidden though… He was a schoolteacher after all. What would his students think if they found out their instructor was posting this kind of content online? What would their parents think of the pervert teaching their sons and daughters?! He’d definitely be pegged as a predator!
Deciding he’d feign ignorance and take his newfound secret hobby to the grave if anybody were to ask, he eventually posted his first ‘thirst trap’ (as he heard his students call them) as “Xia Sini” and immediately got up from his chair to pace about the room. Adrenaline soaked over him as excitement slowly darkened into regret. He chastised himself as he mumbled some self-deprecating words, sitting back down to anxiously look for a way to delete his post.
In his frenzy, Chu Wanning had trouble locating the option to retract his post. Meanwhile, it seemed as if his inbox was quickly racking up numbers with dick pics, rape threats, and messages from solicitors too young to be able to afford him if he were to even offer services… Uh, which he never would, of course.
Chu Wanning closed his eyes with a sigh, a headache forming between his brows. “Fuck it,” he mumbled, ultimately forgoing his decision.
He decided to go through each and every message one by one, lazily sipping on his alcohol juice box to calm himself down.
hornyy0612 :
[23:07] M24 I’d pound that tiny ass until I came deep in your femboy pussy then I’d do it over and over until you knew you were my hole.
BlossomMunch3r :
[23:08] 37m here…
[23:09] What a dirty cum slut you are…
[23:12] Spread your slutty fuck holes and take this stiff dick while I pound your fucking prostate, stretch your cunt and use your wet, eager hole as my personal fuck toy until I blow my warm load deep inside your pussy to fill you full of cum…
throwawayhjc :
[23:38] Mmm hello little rapesleeve. I’m a 35 year old man from Wuchang.
[23:39] Are you owned, and if not, do you want to be? I’d love to use you to please my fat cock.
He was left utterly speechless.
He wasn’t expecting much to begin with but Chu Wanning had hoped that at least one man would send something a little more… Tactful? By the 48th message, he was messaging back to fix the grammatical errors of their pitiful fantasies of what they’d do to his “25 year old body.” Half of the strangers dropped like flies then, and the other half changed their attitudes completely, their responses dripping in hostility.
They wanted to pin him down. They wanted to rape him. They wanted to teach him a lesson for being a prudish little faggot. They wanted him to pay for being a trap. They wanted to lock him up in a public place and pass him around as the town slut. They wanted to teach him how a woman should be treated since he obviously wanted to be one so badly.
Strangely, it was only then that Chu Wanning’s body started to react, his length tenting comically against the rough fabric of the skirt he was still wearing. He was filled with guilt and shame, and didn’t understand why all this was making his face flush and heart flutter terribly. He imagined these men doing just that, finding him and making him pay for his wrongdoings. But almost immediately he shook those thoughts away, refusing to relieve himself of the arousal. Even if none of these men would know that they turned him on with their terrible messages, he wouldn’t fold so easily. “Xia Sini” was there to satisfy his own urges, not to succumb to helping other anonymous degenerates with their sins.
Months passed this way. Chu Wanning posted a new photo once in a while when he was feeling particularly risqué, and his follower count increased while his inbox was clogged with men that Chu Wanning took pleasure in pissing off. Even so, the number of messages never dwindled and the excitement never faded. His posts started off mildly in the beginning, but he eventually started increasing his allure by baring his chest and ass (with appropriately placed kitty stamps as censorship, of course). It drove his fans wild, particularly one new annoying fan.
thisvenerable1 :
[22:03] hi baby
[22:15] baby youre so cute
[23:23] baby… pay attention to me i know youre online :( 27m
[23:36] wanna see more of u
[23:39] are you there?
Chu Wanning had the tendency of ignoring low effort messages like these, but it became increasingly difficult to ignore as the thread continued to find its way at the top of his inbox every few minutes. Figuring the incessant pinging wouldn’t stop, he started to type…
thisvenerable1 :
[23:45] finally i see you typing back[ thisvenerable1 just sent you ¥300! ]
Chu Wanning was exasperated, and a little bit offended. He wasn’t rich, but he wasn’t exactly lacking either. And if this weirdo really was going to send money, couldn’t he send some more?! Chu Wanning didn’t have the highest opinion of himself, but he did feel like he was worth more than ¥300. Aren’t most people worth more than that? Who did this guy think he is?
XiaSini :
[23:48] How do I send this ¥300 back?
I don’t want it.
Take it back.
thisvenerable1 :
[23:49] u can keep it… consider it a gift for being adorable
maybe for a matching cat tail?
but i wanna see more of you babygirl
XiaSini :
[23:50] Don’t call me that.
thisvenerable1 :
[23:50] ok baby… sorry don’t be mad
[23:54] are you touching yourself
i am rn to your pics
do u want a cum tribute
… A what?
Against his better judgment, Chu Wanning decided to ask “thisvenerable1” to explain. And the explanation he received was a photo of his own picture, printed and spread out onto a desk, with semen drenching where his bare ass and face lay. Splatter was leaking off the photo and onto the desk the print sat on.
Chu Wanning internally screamed in horror as he quickly slammed his laptop shut, shuddering as the image seared deeper and deeper into his mind. His hands were trembling, breath hitching at the thought of this stranger… Doing this.
He wasn’t stupid or naive, and he knew men touched themselves to his photos. They’d tell him about it in great detail. It’s just that most men would send photos of their reddened cocks claiming that Xia Sini was the cause of their erection. It never felt personal. Never did anyone take the time to print out his photo without his consent and ejaculate onto it like it wasn’t a big deal.
He felt defiled.
He felt… Pretty.
Filled with equal parts shame and curiosity, he slowly reopened his laptop to find more messages…
thisvenerable1 :
[00:02] do u like it?
i can’t stop thinking about you
XiaSini :
[00:05] What are you thinking about?
thisvenerable1 :
[00:06] you… on my lap…
riding and coming on my cock…
moaning for ge lol
id tell you what a good girl you are
and ill be gentle
[00:10] when was the last time you were filled?
XiaSini :
[00:11] I’ve never…
I’ve never done it before.
thisvenerable1 :
[00:12] oh
your a virgin? that’s so sexy
i wanna be your first
im getting hard again
Maybe he was stupid or naive after all. His lack of experience had always been a sore subject that he’d been embarrassed about and he hated having to admit it. So those praises and considerate words melted his heart and pooled at the center of his groin. Chu Wanning slowly snaked his hand between his legs, the other tugging up at his top as he finally lost himself in lust over this man who could barely string together a coherent sentence. He bit down on the fabric of his sweater, writhing in his chair uncontrollably as he fondled himself, fingers brushing against his nipple and sending shocks of pleasure down his body…
It took only a few minutes of stroking to reach his climax, and shame filled him to the brim as quickly as he came. When he finally opened his reddened eyes and his breathing stabilized, he reached over for a tissue but briefly paused, retracting his slick-coated fingers.
Curiosity was said to have killed the cat, but Xia Sini was supposed to be a playful little cat after all. Fabric still between his teeth, he grabbed his phone instead and took a few photos of himself neck-down. He’d send the images to this stranger as a treat… Chu Wanning knew something about this interaction was dangerous, but he couldn't help but feel delighted by the thrill as if it had stoked a fire he didn't know he had within himself. His chest was fully exposed and legs were spread coquettishly, but his skirt was smoothed out for decency’s sake… If “thisvenerable1” dared to look hard enough, he’d see the come dripping down his thighs.
thisvenerable1 :
[00:41] fuck
god youre so hot
i love your puffy pink nipples…
i wanna lick the cum off of u
did u just take these pics babe?
So he did zoom into the photo. Good boy.
XiaSini :
[00:42] Mhm…
thisvenerable1 :
[00:43] fuck
thank u
made my night
Chu Wanning couldn’t help but giggle. Thank you? Really?
… Cute, he thought.
Over the next few months, Chu Wanning quickly found himself wrapped up in a situationship with this online stranger. At the behest of this man, Chu Wanning had stopped updating his profile and stopped talking to other perverse suitors. He got more than what he needed by sending those photos to this stranger anyway. He even stopped censoring his photos, though he still didn’t dare show his face.
Not that the other interactions ever amounted to anything anyway, and he lost interest in keeping up with those pursuers even without being asked to, but he liked that he was asked. He enjoyed the possessiveness of this man, this man who turned out to be a lot more mysterious than Chu Wanning thought he’d be… He’d never given Chu Wanning his name, apparently preferring to be called "gege" instead of anything else. So Chu Wanning didn’t call him anything at all. Being a 32 year old who discounted his age online and ended up being younger than this "gege," he didn’t have the heart to actually use that term of endearment even if he secretly really wanted to.
thisvenerable1 :
[22:14] i’ll tell u my name when u tell me yours
fair is fair
XiaSini :
[22:15] You already know my name though.
It’s Xia Sini… ^^
thisvenerable1 :
[22:16] ok, “scare you to death” lol
XiaSini :
[22:17] Sorry…
You know why I can’t.
thisvenerable1 :
[22:19] it’s ok baby
i understand
i just want you to feel safe with me
you can tell me when you want
in the meantime your just my babygirl ;) xia sini
Every day, he would say something that made Chu Wanning’s heart tear a little more. It made him want to confess everything: that he was a 32 year old pathetic loser named Chu Wanning, high school teacher for literature with a mediocre salary, exactly zero experience with love and sex, and not as cute or as pretty as this man thought he was under that mask. He felt like a liar, and while he often found himself daydreaming about who this person might be, the guilt also ate away at his conscience like a moth.
Even besides the carnal desire, Chu Wanning enjoyed talking to him. He made him laugh, made him curious, made him fantasize about what it’d be like to meet them under different circumstances. It was something he’d never experienced before. It surprised even him that he was able to develop such an attachment and attraction to someone he'd never met. He was so fond of this man now that he let it slide when he tried to be sneaky with the pet names like "baby" or "babygirl" knowing Xia Sini said it was off-limits. But Chu Wanning secretly loved having his comfort tested in this affectionate way.
thisvenerable1 :
[22:54] i wanna hear your voice
can i call?
XiaSini :
[23:12] Okay…
After moments of hesitation, he decided he ultimately wants to know what this person sounds like, too… Heart beating wildly in his chest, Chu Wanning looked down anxiously at his phone, waiting for it to ring. As the wait for it to ring got longer, time started to feel like an eternity threatening to weigh down on his shoulders. Until it finally rang, at 11:30PM.
“Hi…”
“Hi… Is this…?”
“Mn. It’s Xia Sini.” Chu Wanning stammered, wanting so badly to make his voice sound softer, more feminine than it actually was. He was so anxious, he almost completely retracted into his shell and forgot about his confident, (slightly) bratty persona. He didn’t know what the other man was expecting, but he wanted to be just that. But it was as if the man on the other line knew how he felt.
“Don’t be nervous. Just talk as you normally would.”
“Mn… Okay.” Chu Wanning continued, “I thought you weren’t going to call after all…”
“Ah, sorry… I guess I was nervous too. Even your voice is pretty… Ha ha ha…”
Chu Wanning sighed inaudibly. Every compliment was just another new heap of soil on the mountain that would topple over in disappointment eventually.
“It’s not nice… My voice isn’t pretty…”
“Hm? I think it is. Everything about you is pretty, baby.”
“You haven’t even seen what I really look like.”
There was a moment of awkward silence between them. Chu Wanning chewed on his lower lip, draining it entirely of blood.
“That’s true… But I’m pretty sure that…” the other man mumbled in hesitation. “I mean– We could change that.”
“Change it? What do you mean?”
Every day on the other side of the screen, Mo Weiyu equally wanted to confess: that he was a 22 year old pathetic loser named Mo Weiyu, leader of a band trying to make a name for himself, exactly half an experience with love (though he had plenty with sex, heh), and more tormented by this cute and pretty femboy than either of them even knew.
Oh, and that he already knew this stranger was his old high school teacher, Chu Wanning.
Mo Weiyu couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Chu Wanning’s first post, but after the second or third update he felt more and more confident about who it was. Those beautiful phoenix eyes and inky black hair falling elegantly over those kissable cheekbones had to be none other than Chu Wanning’s. This was the same teacher who would berate him and force him to serve detention more days of the week than letting him off easy. Still, Mo Weiyu always thought he was the hottest jerk he’d ever met.
Moreover, Chu Wanning was someone he secretly never really got over. Which meant these years slowly turned it into a little bit of resentment.
So he anonymously pursued Chu Wanning. Shamelessly, ruthlessly, encroaching on his space like a predator in full force. He loved the excitement of knowing this person’s biggest secret, the feeling of having power over their livelihood without them even realizing. He loved being the person to know Chu Wanning’s turn-ons, and what his virgin pink hole looked like when he was sluttily spreading himself open for a stranger on the internet who needn’t but ask to see.
The only issue was that he fell into his own fucking trap, if his sorry, half-baked plan could even be called a trap in the first place. He didn’t even know what his intention was, if only to just get Chu Wanning to bare more skin so Mo Weiyu could fuck himself into his hand at the thought of his old teacher moaning his name and praising him for what a decent human being he’d become despite having been a teenage troublemaker. His feelings became complicated, his thoughts muddled to hell. He’d count down the hours of the day to talk to Chu Wanning online at night, eager to get under this man’s skin with his flirtatious words and imagining Chu Wanning writhe against his pillow with his hand inside his panties. He would tell Xia Sini to be a good girl and touch herself to the thoughts of gege fucking her as she held tightly onto her kitty plush. And Chu Wanning would always deliver photos of the aftermath of the mess Mo Weiyu caused him to make. It drove Mo Weiyu insane with want. He desired Chu Wanning so much it made his skin prickle.
He knew continuing to do this would complicate things in the end, and as the days passed, the more agitated and anxious he became. There were so many times he wanted to bite the bullet and come clean so that he could send Chu Wanning flowers instead of some idiotic intrusive thought about dick-in-hole over text.
So when Chu Wanning finally agreed to meet him ‘IRL’, his heart lurched. And seeing him tucked away in the corner booth of the coffee shop with his head down tightened his chest with excitement. As soon as he received his cup of hot coffee, he gave Chu Wanning no room to escape, walking over and immediately sitting down next to him in the booth seat and squeezing him deeper into the corner.
Chu Wanning looked up at him in terror upon realization, while Mo Weiyu’s gaze fell directly to Chu Wanning’s parted lips. He took Chu Wanning’s hand, digging his fingers into the clenched fist until their trembling fingers unraveled and slotted into each other on their laps.
“Hi, baby… Surprised? This Venerable One has been looking forward to meeting you.”
“... M–Mo Weiyu?!”
Chu Wanning’s thoughts were in disarray, his face paling in fear and confusion and general illness from the sense of betrayal and shame. He knew better than to make a scene in public, instead forcefully prying his hand away from Mo Weiyu’s grip. Mo Weiyu didn’t pull him back, instead resting his hand on Chu Wanning’s thigh with a light squeeze.
“I need to go,” Chu Wanning snapped, trying to shift away from his touch.
“Please. I want to talk. Just until you finish your drink…”
He knew he couldn't leave unless this giant boulder named Mo Weiyu would move out of the way and let him. Chu Wanning sighed disdainfully, picking at his nails under the table a bit before pulling his drink closer and pursing his lips around the straw, biting down on it anxiously. He gave Mo Weiyu a good kick under the table to air out his frustration. Other than a soft groan, Mo Weiyu didn’t seem to care to hurt him back.
“So… How old are you, really?”
He nearly choked at the question. Chu Wanning felt himself shrink. After a moment of hesitation, he muttered under his breath and quietly admitted to having subtracted a couple of years to his published age… Well, maybe more like a handful.
“Thirty-two…”
His cheeks felt as if they were on fire. His eyebrows knitted in distress as he waited to be ridiculed. Mo Weiyu didn’t need to tell Chu Wanning for him to realize that he lied about his age too… Based on what Chu Wanning could remember, Mo Weiyu graduated around four years ago. That made him twenty-one. Maybe twenty-two. His thoughts were interrupted by Mo Weiyu searching for his hand again. Chu Wanning was too absentminded to react.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you… Or lie to you. Don’t be angry,” Mo Weiyu mumbled. Chu Wanning continued to silently chew on his straw until it became flat and impossible to drink out of. Stupid. This was all so incredibly stupid. He was stupid, and so was this fucking straw! Useless! How was he supposed to finish his drink and get out of here now?!
“I really enjoy our talks… I think you’re great. You’re still really pretty too, and I–”
Chu Wanning sighed. I enjoyed our talks too. I would be lying if I didn’t think you were good-looking too, especially now. But you were once my student… And you lied to me for months, and I don’t know where it begins and ends. You knew it was me this whole time and refused to tell me who you were. You humiliated me. You watched me make an utter fool out of myself and coerced me with your sweet words into opening myself up, flesh and soul. You’ve seen parts of my body that nobody else has and ever will. I don’t know what’s real and what’s not anymore. What is your endgame here? How can I trust you?
But what came out of Chu Wanning’s mouth was a soft, “Why did it have to be you?”
To his surprise, Mo Weiyu seemed hurt by this sentiment. Chu Wanning’s gaze wavered and fell back onto his half-melted drink sitting before him. He almost regretted his choice of words, but who could blame him? He was hoping to meet an actual stranger, perhaps somebody who lied about his age as he had, but understood his perverse hobbies without judgment and without any ulterior motives. And they’d validate his concerns for privacy. Perhaps they’d still find him pretty, they’d still want him, they’d still allow him to do the shameful things he desired to do with them. Even in the off chance that Mo Weiyu was accepting of all this, how could Chu Wanning bear to face him ever again, knowing what he knows and saw about him? His own student! He’d rather…
As these thoughts stormed in his mind, the grip over his hand loosened and wrapped around Chu Wanning’s body instead, gently stroking his arm as if to soothe his anxiousness away. Mo Weiyu pressed in closer, his breaths fluttering against Chu Wanning’s ear, threatening to melt him down again with his honeyed words.
“I’m sorry that it’s only me. But I don’t mind that it’s you… I want you, Chu Wanning.”
His heart reacted against his will despite that he couldn’t make sense of it. As Chu Wanning slowly turned his gaze towards him, Mo Weiyu gently pressed their foreheads together. For some reason, Chu Wanning couldn’t get himself to pull away anymore. There was a part of him that craved this warmth. His warmth. Was it okay to be this shameless, just once? He closed his eyes, inhaling Mo Weiyu’s intoxicating scent.
Unfortunately, Chu Wanning’s resolve was much weaker than usual. Not necessarily towards Mo Weiyu, but towards whoever it was behind the screen. The man that he enjoyed talking to for the past two months. The man who simultaneously knew almost everything and almost nothing concrete about him. Lost deep in thought and having difficulty making up his mind about what to do, he was caught by surprise when Mo Weiyu tenderly pressed a kiss against Chu Wanning’s trembling lips. It was without any of the fervor they shared in their secret online exchanges, but with a shyness and delicacy as if any more force would shatter Chu Wanning completely.
Unbeknownst to Mo Weiyu, this was the kiss that toppled Chu Wanning to his knees.