. He didn't love being taken advantage of... or did he?. [M].

...

Immediately after entering his room, jimeng banged the door hard and rested his back against it, sliding down with his breathing ragged.

He blinked his big eyes and examined the room he left . " Good ". Everything was still the same. "Why am I even thinking this way?. Something must be wrong with me". He hissed.

His big bed with white bedsheets were wrinkle free. Transparent curtains and windows closed, closet door , check. Working desk, still piped up with books. Shelf properly arranged.

It was roughly the same style of Anying room's decor.

"Sigh*. That was creepy.". Jimeng mumbled gulping as he got up to go bath.

But somehow, the air in the room felt warmer than usual. Or was it because the curtains were drawn or was jimeng just overreacting because of a pair of slanted blood red eyes and devourable lips.

"Ahh!. Jimeng stop it!.". He threw himself in the bed exaggeratedly and threw one of his pillows on the floor as if the covers would wash themselves. *Eye roll*.

Jimeng decided enough was enough!. He was thinking about lying on top of a muscular body and leisurely nipping swollen red lips.

"..."

"Ok, that's it. I'm sleeping for real!".

He closed his eyes and drifted off with annoyance designing his face.

.....

In the middle of the night...

A young man could be seen on a big white bed, moaning and writhing nonstop while clutching and grabbing the sheets with occasional shivers.

Jimeng was needy... Jimeng felt hot... Jeng wanted more... But the hands were just too slow...

Hands?.

No. It was a warm sensation flowing on restricted places of his body... Circling slowly around his sensitive skin, mostly around his buds, caressing his abdomen and fleeting his already leaking [precum] pogo stick with light touches.

This torture of denying his dick relief continued as the energy expertly avoided all part of his body that won't make him wince for more.

It was a pleasure filled torture of rubbing his nipple fastly and tugging until they became overly sensitive.

"I-i...I ...wa-nt... w-ait..."jimeng's low voice whispered yet who was he kidding?.

He felt the energy finally heading to his little brother, making him moan in contentment. He rejoiced too soon though.

The mischievous energy stayed on the red leaking tip of his dick and began doing God knows what that had jimeng arching his back with veins threatening to pop out of his forehead.

It was too much!. A thread... He felt a thread of it part the slit of his dick and penetrate sharply. Well that had him jolting with a scream as he sat up from the bed in sweat.

"What was that?!.". His big eyes scanned the room to make sure he wasn't... He ..that was a dream!. A wet dream!.

But Why was he sensing a presence of the same energy that was wrecking havoc Inside him, inside his room?. Oh.. it was gone.

Jimeng suddenly became afraid as his nightsky eyes literally glowed in the dark to scan the eerie room.

"Mommy...". He whimpered pitifully curling back on the bed with heavy duvets to hide.

His lips trembled. And he discovered he was still having precum leaking between his thighs with an overly sensitive body... Especially his nipples.

But could he get up to go wash up?. Dream on. He couldn't.

Somehow his eyes darted to the door.

"If I go to meet Anying... ". He frowned. "That sorcerer!.". Hanze wouldn't let him in. His eyes narrowed.

Thinking again what he didn't like was being taken advantage of. But he enjoyed it and wanted more.... Which turned out to be him cheating.

"Oh I'll trace that aura and kill that f*cking pervert!.". Oh he'll see! .

Eh?. Why Did he think it was a he?.

"Whatever.". Jimeng mumbled and closed his eyes

Ah the thinking did good, he was not trembling that much anymore but his hard raging d*ick just wouldn't go down.

But did he had a hole to stick it into?. A certain someone came to mind that had him cursing his damned self.

"Curse you!." He mumbled hatefully.

...

The next morning.

Jimeng woke up with a sour expression. "Why not?.". A lazy sigh escaped his lip as he jumped down from the bed.

He had the nightmare of pinning a certain someone on a table inside a kitchen throughout the night!. The worst part!.

He didn't get to pop the cherry!.

"Don't ask me who!.". He said and stormed into the bathroom.

...

The day went on cheering for jimeng after Xiao Jing treated him to vanilla ice cream with a chocolate cake at the amusement park!.

He got home humming a tone. When Xiao Jing returned to her room, jimeng stole a peck from the blank faced yuehua before running to his room, flailing his hands happily.

Immediately after locking his door, he took a bath. He was full so no need to cook or order so, he just brought out his laptop to go through some documents and review the chats and comments from his fans.

It was nearing midnight when jimeng suddenly felt that energy again behind him.

"Ah!.". He jolted, wanting to turn around but he was kept in place. Caged within arms as his ears got nibbled.

"Relax.". A deep husky voice he would never forget cooed him sofly.

"You!."jimeng got furious, but moaned when slender fingers began teasing his needy member.

"A-hh!.. w-what are.. you!. Y-ou... d-oing!..nmm..ahn ". He felt ashamed because he was enjoying the whole thing.

His body relaxed a against what he thought to be a broad firm chest as he looked down on the hand pulling out his dick swiftly.

They were transparent!. "Ghost!-ah!". He moaned at the end cause the ' ghost ' suddenly pulled his nipple harshly.

"Stay put and relax.". The deep voice said blandly.

It made jimeng sober up a bit. "Use force on me one more time and I'll throw you through the window.".

"..."

"I'm sorry. Just relax.". The ' ghost ' apologized softly, then resumed his ministrations.

"Why-ah..s-stop!..mm".