Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

Qiu Huaijun had once been in a relationship that died without an illness. In his third year of middle school, a xue-jie*, an older girl from the high school pursued him enthusiastically, expressing her love at graduation.

Qiu Huaijun accepted, believing innocently that this was “love”.

When he was smoking, he could smear the smoke on her lips; he could also tangle his fingers in her hair.

Xue-jie’s interest towards his outer appearance trumped that of his personality. Qiu Huaijun didn’t need to do anything other than stand there.

This “love” mishap changed after Xue-jie learned that he was the son of a mistress. The eyes with which she looked at him changed. She worshiped justice too much and detested this dark bit of deviance, so she said, “Break up.”

“If I were you, then I’d just die. Your mother a mistress,” Xue-jie stood very far away from him, “aren’t you disgusted?”

Qiu Huaijun met this with a huff through his nose and said, “Hurry and leave,” but when he got home he cried.

He admitted that he too desperately wanted someone by his side, someone to love him.

No one would not desire love. Even if he was covered all over in spikes, he still sought someone that would avoid all the wounds brought by the spikes, pressing close to his vital spots and embracing him.

Like this, even if it all descended into a flaming accident, the pain could be ignored.

But today he heard from He Qingchuan’s mouth that word he hadn’t heard for a long time, the word “feeling” (情), even if it came with the word “steal” (偷). To steal feeling, to steal love: an affair (偷情)**.

He Qingchuan was quite interesting, to call having sex on the bed “feeling”.

But maybe it was him that was overthinking, since “making love” had the word “love” in it too, but an orgasm didn’t need “love”.

An affair was the same.

But Qiu Huaijun was unable to keep himself from thinking more. He thought about how He Qingchuan’s lips skated past his ear last night when they were having sex, like a secret message that Qiu Huaijun was unable to decipher. The more he thought, the more his head hurt—in reality, he couldn’t think deeply about it.

The vibrator in his hole vibrated continuously. He Qingchuan mercifully set it to the lowest setting so the sound could be overlooked, but the pleasure it brought was hard to eliminate.

Fan Yang brought a uniform for him. When he was changing in the restroom, he saw that there was a large wet patch on his underwear.

Other than continuous orgasms and the muddiness in his head, Qiu Huaijun didn’t know why his head hurt so badly.

“Why’d you make me bring a uniform for you?” Fan Yang got close to him, asking him in a quiet voice in class.

“I didn’t go home last night so I couldn’t change,” said Qiu Huaijun.

“Didn’t go home?” Fan Yang prodded his elbow. “Okay, which little sister did you go play with, not gonna introduce one to Ge?”

Qiu Huaijun glared at him and bit his lip, staring at the textbook.

It was probably even more wet now, the device vibrating deep inside of him. Juices flowed outwards. When he came, he couldn’t keep himself from bending over—the English teacher even called on him to stand up and read. Qiu Huaijun’s legs were soft as he stood up and flipped to the specified page.

His hole pulsed around the vibrator; there was too much fluid, making it so that he almost couldn’t keep it inside. He had to squeeze his legs tight in order to prevent it from falling out.

Just as he read “the”, orgasm suddenly arrived. Qiu Huaijun clutched the textbook, his fingertips clenching so tightly they were white. He couldn’t speak for half a minute, instead silently gasping with his mouth open wide. He used the textbook to cover his face as his hole spit out large amounts of hot fluids.

“If you don’t know how to read it, then sit down and listen. Don’t sleep.” The English teacher waved her hand in annoyance. “Sit down, sit down.”

Qiu Huaijun was so embarrassed his face was red. As he sat down, the vibrator moved deeper into him with the movement, stimulating the more sensitive, soft flesh there. The sharp pleasure made Qiu Huaijun gasp aloud. Fan Yang looked at him concernedly. “Are you okay? Your face is so red, do you have a fever?”

His head was slightly dizzy and his body cold all over. Qiu Huaijun only shook his head, his voice devoid of strength. “I’m gonna nap for a while.”

This nap didn’t last long. Between classes, someone knocked on his desk and said, “Someone’s here for you, waiting at the door.”

Qiu Huaijun used an enormous amount of effort to push himself up. He had sweat a lot, the black hair on the sides of his head soaked through. He felt weak all over.

After opening the back door, Qiu Huaijun looked in all directions and saw He Wang by the wall.

For a split second, he thought it was He Qingchuan, since they looked so similar.

But from the smile he rejected that conclusion; when He Wang smiled, he was warmer.

“Huaijun.” He walked over, a little embarrassed. “I originally wanted to come find you at lunchtime, but I couldn’t contain myself, so I came in between classes.”

Qiu Huaijun leaned on the wall, sucking in oxygen noiselessly. He clenched his teeth against the waves of desire. When he lifted his eyes, He Wang saw his red-rimmed eyes and the water inside them, shocking him.

Qiu Huaijun said, “Ge, do you need something?”

“No, It’s just that I know last night you and…and him had an argument and da-ge took you away.” As He Wang spoke, he watched Qiu Huaijun’s face, emotionlessly observing, his tone gentle. “I wanted to come find you two, but I couldn’t. I was worried; are you okay?” He Wang slowly got closer to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. He easily brought the powerless Qiu Huaijun into his arms. His heavy breathing entered his ears; he could feel the boiling heat through his clothes. This temperature wasn’t quite normal. He Wang frowned and said softly, “You aren’t feeling well?”

The weather was clear outside, the golden sunlight dizzying. Qiu Huaiun shook his head and extended his arm to push him away, but instead he stumbled. Black stars assembled in front of his eyes; the world swirled around him again, black cloth coming down over his head. Qiu Huaijun fell down.

He vaguely heard He Wang call “Huaijun”, but that bit of sound disappeared as well. Qiu Huaijun was dragged into the flowing darkness.

This state of unconsciousness didn’t last too long, only ten or twenty minutes.

When Qiu Huaijun dazedly came to, He Wang had just put him in the infirmary. He’d forgotten the existence of the vibrator for a split second, but he remembered amid his dizziness. His spine stiffened.

When He Wang turned to get the doctor, Qiu Huaijun struggled to grasp at his sleeve, his voice hoarse. “Don’t…”

“You’re awake?” He Wang looked at him worriedly. “I’m going to get the doctor, don’t panic.”

Who was panicking? Qiu Huaijun was most afraid of doctors.

He shook his head forcefully at He Wang, panting as he sat up. He begged him with his gaze, his eyes wet like a puppy’s. “Don’t…” He Wang paused, something obscure in his eyes.

The door was suddenly pushed open; the doctor, wearing a white coat, walked in.

A forty-something middle-aged woman with short curls dyed brown and a pair of glasses with red rims sitting on the bridge of her nose asked, “What’s this?”

“...”

“I…he had low blood sugar in PE class. He was really dizzy and ate some candy and wanted to rest here for a bit.” He Wang’s lips moved. He lowered his eyes to meet Qiu Huaijun’s gaze, his face betraying nothing as he lied. Qiu Huaijun let out a breath. “We’ve caused trouble. Please go see to other students, we’ll leave in a while.”

The doctor glanced at Qiu Huaijun—sweating all over, tired and devoid of energy; it matched the symptoms of low blood sugar. The red in his face was likely due to running.

Now that she was put at ease, the doctor stood up. “Then call me if you have any problems, I’m going to look at the others.”

The vibrator in his hole was still moving. The moment the doctor left, Qiu Huaijun couldn’t help but start panting again.

He Wang sat on the side of his bed and put a hand on his shoulder, helping him up, yet Qiu Huaijun reached orgasm in his arms. After coming several times, his cock couldn’t shoot anything out anymore; the tip hurt.

Qiu Huaijun was really about to cry this time, desperately shoving He Wang. Moans leaked out from between his lips, weakening his efforts to resist. “Get away!”

“Huaijun, what’s the matter?” He Wang asked in a low voice, a bit of steel in his tone. There was a feeling of an older brother about him now. “You won’t let the doctor see, but you should at least trust your big brother.”

He softened his tone. “Don’t make gege worried.”

“Ge, don’t worry about me…” Qiu Huaijun was being tortured to death by the orgasms, his body extremely sensitive. He couldn’t resist squeezing his legs and rubbing them together, his tone carrying sobs. “Go to class, I’ll be fine in a moment…”

“Where are you feeling unwell?” He Wang laughed silently in his blind spot, but his tone remained anxious. At the same time, his hand traveled over his body, as if he truly wanted to determine where he felt unwell. Fear rose in Qiu Huaijun’s heart, but he was unable to push him away, dizziness in front of his eyes. “I’m completely fine, don’t touch me, please, stop touching me…”

He Wang’s hand touched between his legs, feeling the rubber string jutting out from underneath his pants. His voice was low. “It’s here, isn’t it?”

“It’s not, it’s not…” Qiu Huaijun began to struggle. He had a fever, making his head heavy. He was unable to suppress He Wang. He could only watch as he reached his head into his soaked underwear. The wet feeling made He Wang’s fingers pause for a second, then continue moving forward. Taking hold of that rubber string, the bullet vibrator was slowly pushed out of his body. Qiu Huaijun sobbed, sweet noises falling from his mouth.

As the vibrator finally came out of his hole, the flesh clenched greedily. When it brushed over his clit, Qiu Huaijun’s entire body trembled violently.

He Wang held up that drenched string, the thin humming sound of the vibrator evident in the narrow space. The fluids stained on the surface spun off with the vibrations, some even splattering onto the back of He Wang’s hand. Qiu Huaijun began to lose hope completely, shutting his eyes as if to deceive himself. “Don’t look anymore, don’t look…”

He Wang looked at him in disbelief. “A vibrator…? You put this in yourself?”

“No, it’s not, it’s not—” Qiu Huaijun shook his head with his eyes closed, his mind a blank sheet of white. “It wasn’t me, not me…”

The device hit the ground hard, vibrating on the ground. He Wang embraced Qiu Huaijun tightly, his voice hoarse. “Don’t be afraid, gege is here.”

Qiu Huaijun shook violently in his arms, unable to think of a way to resolve the situation.

“Where’s the remote?” He Wang asked him in a low voice. “Let’s turn it off, okay?”

Qiu Huaijun shook his head tearfully. “I don’t have it…”

“Then who has it?” He Wang grabbed his shoulder and looked at him urgently, demanding an answer. His eyes were red. “Tell me who bullied you, okay?”

*学姐 xue2jie3 "school older sister", meaning an older/senior female student at the same school

**偷情 tou1qing2 “steal love/affection/emotion/feeling", meaning to have an affair; this sentence ("To steal feeling...an affair") I added in myself for explanation and to not break the flow of the story, it wasn't in the original text

I use "having sex" and "making love" interchangeably (because at this point in the story, emotionally, that's how it is, at least by my own interpretation) but in Chinese the author uses one word 做爱 zuo4ai4 which most literally translates to "making love". Just a note because I know the connotations of the two phrases are different

Translator's note

the twins have manipulate and mansplain down pretty good let's see what they have for malewife