Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

Qiu Huaijun had another fight.

This wasn't surprising, but at the relaxed lifestyle of high schoolers in Baishui, this event as a point of laughter was qualified. It seemed that a group of hooligans provoked Qiu Huaijun, so Qiu Huaijun, holding a cigarette in his mouth, kicked them from the head of the alleyway to the tail, getting no small amount of wounds on his own body in the process and bleeding.

When Qiu Huaijun walked into the classroom, the discussion had reached the point of Qiu Huaijun using his cigarette to burn a hooligan's elbow. Qiu Huaijun kicked the back door open with his foot, causing the originally loud classroom to quiet down in an instant, all eyes turned to Qiu Huaijun.

According to some, Qiu Huaijun's face truly wasn't bad, his appearance fine and delicate, shoulders wide and waist thin. Contrarily, he himself didn't care, always getting his mouth bruised green-purple; upon raising his eyes, he was nothing but disagreeable. He coldly swept a glance, watching until those people lowered their heads again, then made a dismissive sound and sat in the very last row.

Fan Yang touched his elbow and quietly asked, "Who did you fight with again?"

Qiu Huaijun impatiently retracted his elbow, shrugging off his school jacket and tying it around his waist to make the line of his waist even thinner. He said, "Don't manage so much*."

"Is it the people from last time?" Fan Yang said. "Why didn't you tell me to go with you? If it's only you against so many, won't you be at a disadvantage!"

"Who was at a disadvantage isn't a certainty," Qiu Huaijun laughed coldly and carelessly. "At any rate, it wasn't me that was."

Just as he finished speaking, the back door opened again. The entire class once again immediately fell into silence, eyes moving to the teacher, then going back to Qiu Huaijun, waiting to be entertained by a good play. Just as expected, the teacher bellowed, "Qiu Huaijun, come out!"

Qiu Huaijun tsk'd and gave the traces of blood on his wrist a wipe, then sloppily went out, not even bothering to close the door and leaving a crack open.

The school Qiu Huaijun was at, Yi Zhong, was the best in the city. The teacher in charge of the class was a middle-aged man of around forty, called Fang Hai. He was usually extremely strict, prudently implementing the tactic of "strict teachers produce quality disciples". At this moment, he was so angry his face was red and his neck thick. The examination paper in his hand curled into a tube, poking Qiu Huaijun's shoulder. "What's going on!"

"What 'what's going on'," laughed Qiu Huaijun. "You have to clarify."

"Fighting! Qiu Huaijun, count for me, this fight is this month's which time?" Fang Hai raised the volume of his voice, audibly leaking through the crack in the door, "Fighting everyday, without a single part of a student's appearance, do you still want to study!"

"I was wrong." Qiu Huaijun willingly and obediently received his complaints. "I'll fight next month, for this month I'll stop."

It was already the end of September. Fang Hai nearly died from anger and said, "Call your parents for me, I'll talk to your mother and father this Saturday!"

"My mother and father have gone on a business trip, it'll probably be October by the time they can come back." Qiu Huaijun blinked. "You already know they're businessmen, both very busy people. They're definitely everywhere."

"Then call your brother over here!" Fang Hai then said. "I definitely don't believe I can't manage you!"

The smile on Qiu Huaijun's face dimmed somewhat, his uncaring manner curbed as well.

Yi Zhong wasn't small; a little matter could spread into everyone's ears. As a famous thorn in the school, whatever bit of affairs Qiu Huaijun had had practically been chewed to mush. Qiu Huaijun had a pair of twin older brothers, both third-years and also ranked in the top five— but their last names were both He, completely unrelated to "Qiu". As brothers with the same father and different mothers, Qiu Huaijun seemingly didn't like those two older brothers of his very much. When they met, they usually didn't say anything to each other, giving off an appearance of hating each other equally.

"Which brother?" Qiu Huaijun quickly hid his moodiness and laughed again. "My er-ge** and da-ge*** are preparing for their semester exams, so it's only me that's idle. Teacher, it'd be better for you to do more ideological work for me, instead of wasting those top students' time, right?"

"What's the matter with you!” Fang Hai was completely exasperated. “Whatever, give your parent’s phone number to me, I’ll call. Give it to me right now, don’t dilly-dally.”

This time, anyhow, couldn’t be dodged; so Qiu Huaijun gave it up to fate and gave the phone number to him. He had to listen to Fang Hai lecture for an incredibly long while before he was allowed to leave. By then, the time for class to end had just arrived. Qiu Huaijun rushed back to the room, packing up his things at top speed.

“Why don’t you go to the nurse’s office to treat that wound, I’ll go with you,” said Fan Yang. “In order to avoid leaving a scar and never being able to appear again.”

“Tch, prattling on like a girl. Not going.” Qiu Huaijun slung his backpack on, letting it hang off his left shoulder. He raised his head. “I’ll be leaving first.”

He still wore his school uniform. Today afternoon’s fight had made his uniform all dirty, stained with dust. Qiu Huaijun bought a cigarette on the way, not needing to care if he was of age or not; if he had money, then he could buy it. A cigarette hung from a rosy corner of the mouth, grey smoke rising in spirals. The cigarette was quite good for relieving Qiu Huaijun’s impatience; only by the time he reached the villa did he extinguish it, throwing it into a trash can.

He Wang and He Qingchuan were both in their third year of high school, so they had to attend a session of late independent study. Qiu Huaijun opened the door. Of greatest importance was to bathe first; he was dirty all over. Even if he wasn’t mysophobic, he couldn’t stand this. According to his wishes, the housekeeper had already turned on the water heater, making the bathroom warm and steamy, so hot it almost made one sweat.

Qiu Huaijun faced the mirror, efficiently taking off his uniform and exposing his fair body. Two small lumps of flesh on his chest bounced slightly from the force. Qiu Huaijun lowered his eyes, frowning as he looked at his breasts. His fingers pinched them slightly; sure enough, breast milk came out again. Milk flowed out from his dark red nipples, diffusing a slight aroma.

He was an intersex person; to speak more vulgarly, he had a man’s penis, and also a woman’s vagina and breasts. He was an abnormal person.

To this, Qiu Huaijun didn’t care very much. His lust wasn’t strong. The times he masturbated were so few they could be counted on fingers. It was only that this thing, lactation, was really quite annoying, making it so that he had to wear long-sleeved outerwear even in the summer.

Warm water came down, pouring on his wounds. It brought pain, but a pain that could be borne. The water flowed, following his fair body. His nipples also became shiny with water. It continued following the narrow shape of his abdomen, entering that hidden place between his legs and bringing a secret itch. Qiu Huaijun hesitated for a second. His fingers pushed aside his soft dick and rubbed rather ungently; then he clamped his legs together, just barely relieving the itch.

Bathing was really an annoyance; he even had to squeeze out the extra milk in his breasts. Qiu Huaijun casually squatted on the ground, his thumb and forefinger encircling his breast. Slowly, he pumped them upwards, causing even more milk to flow out. Qiu Huaijun’s face began to flush red, his panting becoming apparent; even if he didn’t crave sex, he still felt felt pleasure. He bit his lip tight, using more force to squeeze out the milk.

A knocking at the door suddenly sounded.

“Is it Huaijun inside?” A gentle voice came from outside the door. “You’re taking a shower?”

“I’m showering.” Qiu Huaijun was given a shock, falling over while stumbling and letting out a muffled groan. “Ah, ge, wait a second.”

The voice was of his er-ge He Wang. Qiu Huaijun didn’t expect him to come back so early, so he could only hurriedly turn off the showerhead, grabbing a towel to carelessly wipe clean his body. He put on long-sleeved pajamas and pushed the door open.

He Wang was still waiting at the door. He leaned against the wall, eyes lowered to look at his phone. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked over. He had inner double eyelids, his gaze carrying a sense of depth. Qiu Huaijun felt a little guilty and backed up a few steps. “Why did you come back so early?”

“Class ended early, and… I heard that you fought at school, so I came back.” He Wang straightened up, looking his way. Qiu Huaijun tried to cover up the bruise on his cheek, only making it more conspicuous. “Does it hurt?”

“Don’t manage so much.” Qiu Huaijun really didn’t like He Wang’s gaze; He Wang’s temperament was very good, and it was this concerned gaze that made Qiu Huaijun uncomfortable. “I’m going back to my room to sleep.”

“You aren’t putting on medicine?”

“No.”

Qiu Huaijun took large steps up the stairs, the door closing with a bang. He leaned against the door, letting out a long breath. He really did feel sleepy. Taking a stretch that exposed the dimples in his back, he laid on the bed. But before he could close his eyes, he heard knocking at the door again. It was He Wang. “Huaijun, open the door.”

“If there’s something then just say it,” Qiu Huaijun laid on the bed in a spread-eagle position, his voice lazy. “I don’t want to open the door.”

“If you want to sleep then sleep, I heated milk for you. How about you drink the milk, then sleep?” He Wang wasn’t angry; he still carried that gentle manner. “After you drink the milk, I won’t come bother you anymore.”

Qiu Huaijun struggled internally for a while, but finally picked the milk. He got up and opened the door. He Wang smiled at him, unsurprised by Qiu Huaijun’s choice. Qiu Huaijun didn’t like inconveniences, this he of course knew. Qiu Huaijun grabbed the milk; sure enough, it was still warm. He guzzled it down in a few gulps. Qiu Huaijun stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips, checking that there wasn’t any excess milk left over. Only then did he return the glass to He Wang. “Okay, don’t come annoy me anymore.”

“Okay, I won’t annoy you,” He Wang said, laughing. “Then good night.”

Qiu Huaijun locked his bedroom again. Just as he climbed onto his bed, sleepiness surged up and drowned him. He never believed that milk had the ability to encourage sleep, but at this moment he suspected that it was the milk that had acted. He yawned, even his eyelids fighting to stay open. Relying on his last bit of clarity, he laid down on his bed. The light and sweet fragrance of the milk was still spreading in his mouth. Just as the thin blanket covered his body, sleepiness took the last of his consciousness.

Qiu Huaijun slept deeply.

At the same time, a key slotted into the door, turning lightly. The locked door then easily opened. The key in He Wang’s hand turned back and forth, producing a jingling sound. He slowly walked inside, lowering his body to look at his younger brother. He said softly, “Huaijun, have you slept?

“If you don’t speak, then that means you’ve fallen asleep.” He Wang hooked up a corner of his mouth, smiling. He touched the silhouette of Qiu Huaijun, then caressed his lips, fingers pressing into his oral cavity and teasing his tongue. “Then gege**** can kiss you?”

*别管我这么多; essentially means “leave me alone”, but there’s more of an aggression in the Chinese

**二哥; second (older) brother

***大哥; eldest brother

****哥哥; term of address meaning older brother