Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

Generally speaking, the brighter the day, the darker the night. There were barely any people on the street. The streetlights burned a line of holes, the black color stopping at the doorfront of the bar. The car window refracted muddled yellow light. He Qingchuan sat in the backseat, still wearing a blue-white uniform. His zipper was pulled all the way to the top, covering his chin. He had his eyes lowered, checking the weather forecast on his phone.

"A City's meteorological office reports, tomorrow the overcast will turn into a rainstorm. The temperature is 25 to 36 degrees Celsius. Residents are recommended to avoid the rain by staying inside. Stay safe."

When the phone's screen turned off by itself, He Wang finally appeared at the corner of the street. He Qingchuan looked over quietly. The sound of cicadas filled the air. The driver noticed He Wang and hurriedly got off, opening the back door for him. A wave of heat immediately rolled in, bringing with it water vapor.

Qiu Huaijun peacefully lay on He Wang's chest. His body was covered by clothes, but underneath was definitely empty. The driver took one glance at Qiu Huaijun's sleeping face and asked in a surprised tone, "Oh my, what's happened to young master Qiu? How'd he get so drunk?"

He Wang didn't reply, only getting into the back seat. Qiu Huaijun became restless in his dream, furrowing his brows and half-opening his misted eyes. He jerked out of He Wang's chest. The clothes covering his body fell down, exposing the red marks left behind. He then tumbled into the soft seat between them, curling up into a ball to continue sleeping.

On his back and shoulder blades were obvious marks. He Qingchuan lifted a hand to pull the curtain between the front and back seats. Hearing the noise, the driver raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, but only saw a sheet of black.

"It's lucky that his phone wasn't turned off, or we wouldn't have been able to track his location." He Wang opened the car window, letting in a gust of warm air. "Who would've thought that he was in a bar on the outskirts, getting so drunk."

Qiu Huaijun had his underwear on— but it’d perhaps be better if he didn’t wear them, since the wet fabric held semen and sexual fluids. The insides of his legs still had finger lines. He Qingchuang raised his eyes to look at He Wang, his tone expressionless. “You touched him.” He lowered his eyes again and said to himself, “He’s dirty now.”

“I fucked him outside, I didn’t go inside. How would I touch him inside the restroom? The space is too small. And if you don’t like dirty, then it’d be better to leave him to me tonight.” He Wang licked the corners of his lips, all smiles as he spoke. “Do you know how captivating he was in the bar? Like corals in the water. When burnt, there’s a red sort of beauty.”

“He should’ve gone to see Qiu Yuehe this afternoon.” He Qingchuan didn’t bother to respond to He Wang’s vulgar, sour words. He lowered his eyes, looking at the wound on Qiu Huaijun’s face. “By his personality, if Qiu Yuehe was good to him, he probably would’ve just come back for evening independent study. Since he didn’t come back, that means the situation was bad.”

“I really don’t understand why he has to go each week to his mother, she’s already gone dumb. Isn’t that the same as a stranger?” The wind blew through the car window onto He Wang. “Every time he goes, he even gets hit. Years of sentiment must’ve been beaten away already.”

He Qingchuan guessed that he had probably cried, but it was merely a guess; he wasn’t planning on saying it aloud.

Qiu Huaijun seemed to be unsatisfied with his curled-up position, since it made him extremely uncomfortable. He dazedly got up. Just at that moment, the car made a turn. The inertia caused him to fall into He Qingchuan’s chest. He Qingchuan had a rare moment of clumsiness, his hand brushing across the wound on Qiu Huaijun’s cheek. The lewd yet innocent scent of milk on Qiu Huaijun’s body floated into his nose. Qiu Huaijun mumbled, “It hurts…”

After saying those two words, he hugged He Qingchuan’s neck and said, almost coquettishly, “Hug me…”

He Qingchuan embraced his weakening waist. Qiu Huaijun’s breath was hot on the side of his ear, like lighting a heap of dry grass on fire. The setter of the fire was unaware and guiltless, but the fire burned onto his body. Pain was his response.

He cast a look at He Wang and suddenly said, “He’s coming with me tonight.”

He Wang was still smiling, but there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his eyes. He smiled insincerely, and said, “Based on what?”

The car window slowly closed, the waves of heat calming. The atmosphere between the two people became rigid. He Wang said, “He Qingchuan, I’ve already gone with him to this degree and you’re still fighting with me? That’s not honest.”

It was dead silent inside, the only sound left coming from the car itself. The driver in the front dared not make even a noise, staring unwaveringly at the front, sweat beading on his forehead. He didn’t dare to raise his eyes to check the rearview mirror; his only comfort was He Wang’s open window. The hot wind that blew in could be the reason.

“Then the old method, the same as before.” He Qingchuan took out a pitch-black revolver from the back pocket of the front passenger seat. Of course, it wasn't a real gun, only one that was incredibly true to life, with a single bullet inside. "Do I go first, or you?"

Their way of resolving issues between them had always been like this. They were twins, born just a few minutes apart from each other. They looked a lot like each other, facially and in body shape. In a situation in which they had to make a distinction, they had to carry out a different method. From about the time of their second year in middle school, this school gun helped to resolve many disputes— whoever got shot on the temples by the rubber bullet first lost.

He Wang extended his hand, all gentleman-like; He Qingchuan was also welcome to it, left hand tight on Qiu Huaijun's waist, right hand efficiently pulling the trigger— a blank.

"This is actually rather boring, right?" He Wang took the gun, twirling it in his hand. "If I could, I would want to just have a fight. Count it done. What even is this? It's laughable."

As the words were spoken, the dark muzzle of the gun pressed in. He Wang pulled the trigger. A dull pain radiated from his temple; a rubber bullet fell down.

He Wang was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and laughed. He shoved the bullet back into the gun and tossed it back. He Qingchuan caught it steady, his tone calm. "You lost."

He Wang's expression visibly darkened. He sneered aloud, leaning back against the seat. He started to regret not just fucking Qiu Huaijun in the restroom, even if it hurt Qiu Huaijun so much that he cried! Through the window, it could be seen that they were already approaching the villa. He Wang crossed his arms and said lightly, "Zhang-shu."

The curtain blocked the view. Only Zhang-shu's trembling voice could be heard. "Yes…”

"Zhang-shu, today's evening self-study went on rather late, troubling you to wait for so long. I'm very sorry, please pardon me. But when class ended, us and Huaijun directly went home. We didn't delay at all, it's only that we might’ve slept a little later." He Wang started to laugh. "Tomorrow, you still need to send us to school. It's been a long day."

Zhang-shu felt cold sweat drip down as he made a sound of agreement.

"Then if my father asks in the future, you mustn't say the wrong thing." He Wang's gaze landed heavily on the side of Qiu Huaijun's face. His hand tightened into a fist, but his tone was still expressionless. "And your salary hasn't increased for two years, isn't that outrageous? I'll be sure to talk with my father later and ensure that you get a raise. Or else, that would be unreasonable, right?"

Zhang-shu quickly said, "Thank you, young master." Sweat seeped from his palm, making it hard for him to grip the steering wheel.

The night was still on; the chirping of cicadas paused for a while, then became enthusiastic again in the stink of exhaust fumes.

Qiu Huaijun was probably dreaming. What could be certain was that this dream was weightless, falling, because he was frowning. It might've been because of the high temperature— He Qingchuan knew about his instinctive dislike for summer. Qiu Huaijun didn't like summer; he liked to nest in a shady area, feeling the fan blow. Summer was made of many elements: a ferocious temperature, endless daytime, and sudden torrential rain. These were hardly beneficial to him.

To He Qingchuan, whatever key factor was in the dream was unimportant. When the car arrived at the villa, he carried Qiu Huaijun out of the car. In the villa, the lights were all off. He stepped on the dark floor lit only by moonlight, ascending to the second floor. The bathroom's light was turned on, water pouring into the bathtub. As Qiu Huaijun soaked in the bathtub, he gradually woke up. The flesh on his chest trembled, and his voice was a little hoarse. "So hot."

Fingertips pressed onto his bottom lip, exploring the inside of this mouth. Qiu Huaijun was forced to tilt his head up. The fingers rubbed his soft tongue, tickling his upper palate. Drool dripped out of the corner of his mouth. He struggled inside the warm water. As his eyes adjusted, he saw the face of the person in front of him.

"When you fight, your mouth's hard, your fists are hard, but why is your tongue soft?" He Qingchuan absentmindedly played with his tongue, then took out his fingers, watching Qiu Huaijun suck in large breaths through his open mouth. He didn’t like the stink on Qiu Huaijun’s body. His fingers travelled downwards. Qiu Huaijun’s breath caught; he gripped He Qingchuan’s wrist with hardly any strength, starting to pant. The come in his hole was dug out, bit by bit, along with other sexual fluids. Qiu Huaijun made whimpering sounds and heard the person in front of him say, “Have you figured out who I am?”

Qiu Huaijun found it hard to think; he could only instinctively open his eyes, trying to figure it out. His voice became weak. “He Wang?”

The heat in the bathroom was still rising. He Qingchuan suddenly laughed, low in his throat— he and He Wang truly were quite similar, but normally Qiu Huaijun could tell them apart. But taking into account his intoxication, not being able to distinguish between them was normal. He pinched Qiu Huaijun’s chin, the movement of his hand becoming faster. He forcefully rubbed his clit, causing the water in the bathtub to splash onto his school uniform. “Look closely.”

“Ungh… don’t touch… ahh…”

Qiu Huaijun couldn’t bear this kind of violent pleasure. His lower body was terribly sore. His moans became passionate, the painful and yet delicious pleasure making his head go white. Qiu Huaijun tipped his chin up, exposing his pale white neck. Bewildered and helpless, he looked into He Qingchuan’s eyes, reaching orgasm inside his eyes. His entire body shook, spraying out fluids.

“It doesn’t matter.” He Qingchuan scooped him out of the water, uncaring that he was wet all over. Qiu Huaijun’s breathing was unsteady. Hot air puffed on the back of his neck. He Qinchuan pressed close to Qiu Huaijun’s completely red ear, his voice holding seduction. “There’s an entire night of time, eventually you’ll recognize me.”

Author's note

I've finished my exam! Long time no see _(:з」∠)_

TT it's written pretty garbage, thanks for reading everyone!

There's also more tomorrow (follow @不败野火 on Weibo to get notifications for updates)

(Er-ge has a tendency for dirty talk, if you don't like make sure to avoid the landmine

NTR

***er-ge is He Wang (means second brother), NTR means cheating but I assume Silver Bullet means that jokingly bc there's no one to cheat on (just that He Wang got Qiu Huaijun more in the beginning), clarification: there is Not more tomorrow for this translation 见谅 (please forgive me)

***Silver Bullet's Weibo still exists, though it wasn't there the last time I checked, and it seems to be empty— everything might've been cleared. For protective reasons or others, I don't know.

Translator's note

Kindly do not press even a toy gun to your forehead and shoot a rubber bullet at point-blank range. You will suffer possibly life-threatening damage. Even air (highly pressurized) can kill a person. Also, if you haven't read the tags already (I hope you have?? How did you get so far???? Go to the homepage then click the novel name), let it be known that this novel contains rape. It is not depicted in a way that would impart morals applicable to real life, obviously, so don't expect the twins to suddenly be kind to Qiu Huaijun... don't expect health, it's not happening... but it is HE! (happy ending)