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You close your eyes and think about massaging your temple but ultimately decide against it since it would be considered rude, even though the person who has been talking at you for the past twenty minutes has been anything but considerate. The clock ticks a minute close to six p.m., the time the meeting is scheduled to end.
“Of course, we would have to purchase the corporation intended to be the holding company before we start any of the procedures”
You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. Should Luo Qingyang be hearing your thoughts, she would encourage you. “Su Minshan, have you taken a look at section 55 of the company’s policy?”
The room falls silent when you speak, heeding every word.
“I cannot say I remember it from the top of my head at this time,” the Annoyance From Accounting On The Third Floor sounds uncertain for the first time during the meeting. You have every bit of right to feel as smug as you do. “Regardless-“
“If you had, you would be aware that the suggestions of mergers should only be brought by the head of a department, which you are not. If that is all, this meeting is dismissed.“
Your intelligence is astounding, your wit unparalleled. No one in this entire room is capable of conjuring a single reply that would come close to matching what you have spoken in such few words. And, should you be inclined to smiling, you would be doing so now, having been able to wrap up the meeting with yet fifteen minutes to spare!
You huff, despite your brother always saying that, more often than not, it is extremely uncalled for. Sometimes you have the inclination of thinking the voice in your head utilizes details that are neither necessary nor warranted. However, you rightly know that the voice is right in this instance, as you have an inkling that the voice is right in every instance.
During the time you have been brooding, the room has mostly emptied out. Had you the presence of mind to notice, you would have witnessed the Boring Dude From Accounting On The Third Floor storm off the second he was dismissed. The remaining employees followed suit not long after, probably waxing poetic about your benevolence for finishing the meeting earlier. Even though your exterior is cold and distant, you know you are well respected in this company for your good work and righteousness. That you are someone people can count on.
As you are filled with this knowledge, you cross the threshold and exit the meeting room. Should you be able to see the elevator’s area, you would notice a very familiar figure-
“Who?” You ask in a hushed voice, even though you were just about to hear- “Who?”
Your brother.
You begin walking in his direction. Even though many years have passed and you are now an adult man, you have not yet learned to take a single teasing and enjoy a little bit of mystery in your life. You should wonder if that does not keep things interesting.
“Brother,” you greet formally. Perhaps it should cross your mind more than it does, why is that you have stopped calling him informally after you were six, like he asked you when he was drunk five years ago.
“Wangji! I was wondering if I’d be able to catch you before going home! Are you driving?”
Your brother wears that same easy smile he always uses when talking to you. You can feel his love radiating from him and warming you up like a nice Christmas sweater, even though you have never celebrated Christmas once in your life or worn such a sweater. Should you choose to celebrate Christmas this year, you know where to buy the necessary supplies. The store that sells decorations is right down the street and they are having sales this eleventh, like every previous eleventh of November for the past three years.
“Yes, brother. I will not buy Christmas decorations this year, thus I have no need to walk.”
Your brother just smiles at your pointless remark, even though he might be thinking if it is not extremely unnecessary to point such things, or even if you should in fact be celebrating Christmas this year. He has long since gotten used to your seemingly rude thrown off comments.
The elevator arrives on your floor. The doors open to show that it is empty. You and your brother enter it together and you turn around to face the door, casting only a brief glance at the mirror.
Fleeting as it was, your reflection still looks back at you. You look dashing with your white shirt and you know you would look even more dashing with rolled-up sleeves, showcasing your strong Lan arms. Your skin is unmarred and beautiful, glowing in the light. Your long locks cascade down your shoulders like a black Huang He River. A Hei He River, if you will.
Your eyes are molten gold as they rake through your body, not even casting a glance at your crotch since you are well aware you are well endowed in that regard, possessing the biggest dick energy in this entire building. Your face could have been sculpted in pure Jade, giving the idiom “still waters run deep” a whole new meaning. Your cheekbones-
“Wangji?”
Your brother’s voice brings you back from your revelry on how perfect you are and nobody else can compare. He has a worried glint in his eyes.
“Yes?”
There is not much yet until the garage. Your brother must have pressed the button for you when he entered the elevator.
“Uncle has been asking... Since last winter, you seem much more closed off and drawn back than usual,” you try to recall if anything in your life changed since last winter. Nothing important comes to mind except having come to terms with what you feel towards the voice in your head and what the voice might feel in return. There is no doubt in your heart of the nature of your relationship. “See, this is what I am talking about.”
You brace yourself for The Conversation once more. There are only five more floors left.
“It had always seemed like you were listening to something, waiting for something your whole life. I’m aware your psychologist said it was what you called ‘the voice’ that described things to you because you could not see. Now, Wangji, even if there is this ‘voice’-” You take a deep breath. You thought the last time you talked about this, your brother had finally understood. As you now come to realize, he had not. “You cannot hold back your life because of it!”
The elevator’s doors open. You exit it in something that cannot be technically described as a “run”. Your brother follows in matching strides. You remember you parked your car in E3. Should you choose the fastest route, you must follow straight for three letters and turn right, then left. You will know when.
“Uncle is beginning to think, and I’m starting to agree, that you might never have dated because of it.”
Despite wanting to deny it, deep down-. There is absolutely no doubt inside you that you would not wish to pursue a romantic relationship with anyone else, even though not even your stubbornness can deny understanding where your brother is coming from. You know if it was him, you would be worried too.
“Brother, I assure you, I am not wanting for anything.”
Should you still want to avoid this conversation, in two steps time you should turn right.
Turn left.
“Wangji.”
You have reached your car. Should you reach your hand, you would touch the handle in front of you.
“Thank you for walking me.”
You enter the car and close the door in your brother’s face.
You turn on the car.
You drive from memory to the exit of the parking lot.
“Zhiji,” you call out the name you have taken to calling out when you wish for the input of the voice in your head.
Unfortunately, the voice cannot be reached.
“Zhiji!”
You are angry because you had to speak out loud to the voice that supposedly can read your every thought. Something something having to drive home something something needing descriptions of the traffic, lest you hit a passerby.
“Zhiji, please,” you have no assurance that the voice responds better to that name than any other. You still call out to it, though.
Should you check the driver’s mirror of your car, you would notice your brother’s faltering steps coming in your direction.
In your heart, you feel sorry for your brother, but there is no remorse for what you feel towards a being that may as well not even exist. You fear the voice will leave you as they left you once when you got asked out in college and strongly refused. You hope the voice understands your feelings now and does not vanish again.
Should you choose to go home, you would wait three seconds and turn right, entering the avenue.
“Thank you.”
The traffic light is green, but a woman with a stroller decides this moment is the perfect one to cross the street. Should you choose not to run them over like a boring person, you would hit the breaks forcefully now.
As the woman leisurely crosses the street, you have plenty of time to contemplate the fact that the Christmas decoration store is open and on sale. Should you choose to enter-
Your impatience grows, but the woman is still crossing the street. The Christmas store, however-
The woman finishes crossing the street. A jerk in the Prius behind you flashes you the finger and speeds through your right, even though every licensed driver knows one should not overtake using the right lane.
Should you choose to respond in kind, he would still be able to see the gesture from his rearview mirror.
You do not.
Should you want to respect the traffic laws, you would stop.
Should you want to arrive home, you would slow down and turn left.
Should you want to park your car upfront in the easiest manner possible, you would follow straight from this spot to the one ahead of it.
A woman is exiting the elevator holding her purse. Her sour mood carries like bad perfume.
You enter the elevator. It does not have a mirror and, during the entire time you have been attending the building meetings, no one brought up the need to add one. Not even you, even though you are well aware your figure would look dashing reflected back to you.
The doors open on the fourth floor. Fourth Uncle stares at the interior of the elevator.
“Sorry, is this going down?”
“Up.”
The door closes.
You arrive at your floor.
You open the door and Xiao Hei run-hops towards your legs. Xiao Bai appears to be sleeping peacefully inside his cage.
“Hello, Xiao Hei. How has your day been?”
Xiao Hei smiles at you in the best way a bunny can. He hops three times and wiggles his fluffy little tail. From his previous behavior, it indicates he wants scratches.
Like the great daddy you are, you scratch between his ears.
“Zhiji, I have not yet eaten dinner.”
Your statement is correct. You have not yet eaten dinner as of today. This can be further corroborated by your dry stomach and packed abs, perfectly sculpted body that most people would die for. Your body, naked under all these layers you insist on using every single day when leaving your house. When you walk to make tea, your large cock jostles with the movement, but not enough to be noticed by anyone else, should you be in the presence of other people, as it is still trapped under the confines of your briefs and slacks.
You drink some cold water since you are hot. Your throat knot bobs as you swallow, painting the perfect picture of debauchery and manhood.
Should you decide to order takeout, there would be enough time to take your thoughts to the bedroom and have some fun before the food arrived.
“Zhiji, it is the third time I am ordering takeout this week.”
As the tense indicates, you have already chosen, in your heart, that you will be ordering takeout. Should you be feeling adventurous, you would order the Pork Ribs Soup with extra spice from Lotus Pier.
Alas, you once again choose the cowardly option of a bland rabbit-approved meal.
You should have half an hour before your food arrives.
Once you have gotten inside your bedroom, you start to peel back the layers and fold them neatly on top of the chair. It is a habit that you carried with you despite no longer living with your uncle and brother, but it is now ingrained in you and part of your character. If a woman was there to see, she might have said it was cute.
If a man was in front of you, they might admire your muscles, how mainly you look even without your clothes, which should be illegal and impossible.
“And if my Zhiji was here?”
You cannot know how your Zhiji would feel for certain, but the best idea to entertain is that they would not be able to think anything at all. Faced with your collarbones and cutting jaw, your hip bones and.
Your hipbones and hardening erection, framed by the size of your large hands with callused fingers from all those years of guqin practice... faced with your entire being, your Zhiji would probably not be able to think at all.
You touch yourself, feel your dick hardening further under your palm. Even though your hand is large, it barely covers the entirety of your length. You cup your girth the best way you can. Should you remember your balls and hole exist at this moment, you might feel even better.
Should you straddle your pillow as you finger yourself, you would please yourself best. The lube is at the same place you left it this morning.
Two of your fingers breach your hole and you start panting against the mattress, fucking your tight heat against them. Were it a dick instead of your fingers, your Zhiji would be spilling inside you right about now, unable to hold back against your constricting walls milking him to overstimulation.
Your lips are red and so welcoming, so inviting. What are they inviting? You can think of many options, a bruising kiss, a cock, fingers...
The fingers that are not currently fucking yourself might just do. You coat them with your spit thoroughly, tongue darting past them as you hollow your cheeks, trying to suck as many and as farther as you can. You do a great job.
With that wet hand, you take your dick once more, teasing the slit leaking precome. You feel the heat, arousal, and anticipation build near your lower dantian. You might reach enlightenment with as much stimulus you have been feeding to your golden core.
You insert extra two fingers just to feel the stretch. You are so good. You make yourself feel so good. You.
You fuck the pillow and your hand with more abandon, your breath coming out in short gasps. Your neck, chest, and ears are flushed a bright pink, sweat glistens your skin, making your pecks tempting.
You whimper. It feels good, the rough fabric of your bed abusing your swollen nipples.
You try to suppress a moan. In your mind, you are still very loud. Very filthy.
Your fingers, so good, crooking and hitting right that spot that makes you...
Your dick, hard. Your hole, wet. Your hand, firm. Your mouth, red. Your ass, shining. You-
You come.
Distantly your phone vibrates and your doorbell rings. You have met your deadline this time. After dinner, if you are not too tired, there might even be time for another round before your shower.
Now, should you wish to pick up your food clad in unnecessary layers, your robe lies where you left it yesterday.
The bathroom.
“My Zhiji,” you speak to your wrecked reflection in the mirror. “I love you.”
In your heart, you already know your Zhiji loves you back.