If you want to skip directly to the parts where the author edited, just search for ***, I marked the begining of the edited version with that. Although there were only slight revision, aside from the NSFW scenes, there is a subtle difference in Song Fuzhi’s thoughts here, so I do recommend to read both.
Song Fuzhi was quite busy on Friday afternoon.
The guardians were picking up their children, some also seeked Song Fuzhi out for a chat, wanting to learn about their children’s situation.
It so happened that it was just after the monthly exam, many parents took the exam papers and asked for Song Fuzhi. There were all kinds of guardians, from heaving sighs, worried, even to blaming the teachers.
Many teachers found dealing with the parents to be extremely troublesome, but Song Fuzhi was really calm in face of such attitudes. There are all kinds of adults and households, he has seen them all.
Song Fuzhi was stopped by some parents to chat for almost two hours. He didn’t even have the time to drink a little water, he talked so much his throat became sore.
At last, the office was finally tranquil.
Song Fuzhi tilted his head up a little, a trace of his frown could be seen faintly. He raised his palm on the left side of his head and pressed hard.
His head felt like there was someone inside jack-hammering at it, a chronic problem.
Two banging sounds could be heard, someone was knocking on the door.
The door wasn’t closed, Song Fuzhi just opened his eyes and immediately saw a cowering head. Fan Tong spoke in a small voice, “Teacher Song.”
Song Fuzhi asked, “Why haven’t you left yet?”
Fan Tong fidgeted for a while, then let out a timid smile, “Isn’t it because my book is still with Teacher here.”
Oh, that manga.
It’s rare for Song Fuzhi to forget things, but he had been so busy recently that he didn’t even have the time to rest a little, so much so that he even forgot this matter.
“I confiscated this for a week this time, but if I see this next time, I will only return it to you at the end of the semester.”
Song Fuzhi took out the manga and put it on the desk, then pushed it forward.
“Okay, Teacher Song,” Fan Tong nodded as if his head was pounding garlic, “I won’t do any violation anymore.”
This is a rule that Teacher Song established since their first year of high school.
Phones, any gaming equipment, and books unrelated to studying were not allowed in the teaching-learning area. Of course you can bring them secretly, if you have the ability that is, just don’t let Song Fuzhi catch you.
Teacher Song was very strict in this regard. Rules are rules, he had never made any exceptions.
Fan Tong picked up the book with his tail between his legs, ready to slip away, but Song Fuzhi petrified him in place when he called out “Fan Tong.”
“Ah?”
Fan Tong’s skin was prickling with goosebumps, afraid that Teacher Song would want to have a private conversation with him alone. A private conversation with him alone.
Song Fuzhi raised his eyes, “Go home alone?”
Fan Tong straightened up his posture, “My mom is working overtime, she will pick me up a little later.”
Song Fuzhi’s expression relaxed a bit and let out an “En.”
The office once again sunk into silence. Song Fuzhi closed his eyes for quite some time as he sat there, trying to endure the wave of headache coming, then he slowly started to pack up his things.
Friday nights are one of the few rare moments that truly belonged to him.
There were many people on the street, but Song Fuzhi felt very peaceful. He went into his favorite Wonton shop there.
The small restaurant was located in an alley and opened from mornings till nights, only selling wontons. The ones coming here to eat were all from this neighborhood. The owner of this place was a simple and honest old lady who was warm and friendly, she remembered the taste and preferences of the frequent customers.
Song Fuzhi ate his food quietly, listening to the boss-aunty and an elderly man, her customer, chatting. She said she would only be opening for a few weeks and then retiring. The shop was already done in discussion with the next owner, this place will later be made into a coffee shop.
Song Fuzhi was surprised, he slowly swallowed down his wonton and asked.
“Aunty won’t continue making wontons?”
Song Fuzhi’s voice was warm and deep as he spoke, the aunty and elderly man all turned to look at him.
The old man spoke quickly as he swatted his leg, “Your aunty just became a grandma to a little granddaughter! She wants to go back and live in ease and comfort.”
“I’m getting old already, it’s time to retire.” The aunty smiled happily, her face was slightly flushed in joy.
Song Fuzhi smiled, “Congratulations, Aunty.”
He rarely ever talked in the shop, so the aunty likewise also didn’t seek him to chat, but now Song Fuzhi opened his mouth himself, the aunty naturally wants to talk with him more.
There are only a few things that elders usually are concerned about. The auntie herself had a happy family and also liked to help others worrying about things, “Teacher Song always comes alone, have you gotten married?”
Song Fuzhi was already in his thirties, he has actually heard plenty too much of these kinds of talk. But he didn’t reject these worries and lightly shook his head, “No.”
“Then do you have a partner?”
“Also no.”
The auntie showed an astonished look which then quickly turned into helplessness, “Youngsters nowadays ah….”
Halfway through her speech, the auntie paused a little then looked at Song Fuzhi, saying, “Having someone to accompany you by your side is always good, even when you are facing hardships, there would be someone to talk to, right?”
Song Fuzhi smiled an “En”-ed, saying, “I am currently looking.”
Maybe it was because the warm mist lingering in the air of the wonton shop was too comforting and warm, or maybe it was because his nerves has been strung too tight for so long and now finally reached a time to relax, but more likely because of Fan Tong’s manga book just so happened to stop at a wonderful part——
As Song Fuzhi walked on the street alone, his mind gradually wandered to some other thoughts, crooked and windling1一摇一晃的, it can refer to how his mind wandering “unstably” or can also refer to his steps.
The wind of winter night blew on his body, but he actually felt a little hot.
***
On his way home, Song Fuzhi turned into a small shop. When he got out of there, there was an additional bottle of something with him in his pocket.
He had been too busy lately, his heart felt a bit itchy now that he has some free time.
After he returned home, Song Fuzhi didn’t even turn on the lights in the living room and went straight into the bathroom.
The set of supplies for cleaning2It seems the author was implying nsfw stuff here, as in cleaning his anus or maybe cleaning the aftermath of him jerking off. To be honest I just found out semen (+ hair) can clog up showers…. hadn’t been touched for a long time, but his sequence of operations was very skillful, so he also didn’t take a long time for himself.
As he was cleaning, his mind was filled with that page of manga the students were reading, he also thought of the images of Teacher Octopus’ cosplay of that overpowered character.
Song Fuzhi really liked that picture, he had saved it in his phone photo album and had looked at it many times, such that he could clearly recall it.
One of the man’s legs was stomping on a jeep’s luggage rack, carrying a heavy-duty atomic firearm on his shoulder. His training uniform was loosely opened wide, his black skin tight combat tanktop clung very tightly to his muscles underneath the slack outer. Behind him was a lush and thick primitive jungle, looking like a very wild man.
Teacher Octopus’ works has always had that kind of movement with a sense of power and strength, he really could restore the original work’s atmosphere and aura to the highest degree. His makeup was done flawlessly, the character also stuck to the original, perfectly replicating whoever it was he was cosplaying.
Nowadays there was a new term called “torn-manga-open man”3To be honest I’m a bit torn on how to translate it, the term here is “撕漫男” or literally “man tearing (breaking) free out of manga” or a man straight out of the manga., basically a man who tore open the world of manga and went out of it, as handsome as the fictional man himself.
The term was indeed new, but those who had the slightest bit of knowledge in cosplay definitely knew it. Their Teacher Octopus had been tearing mangas open for a decade, his works were all high quality with countless masterpieces.
The popular aesthetics in the earlier days of cosplaying circle was the ancient times’ pretty men kind of beauty, Teacher Octopus’ cold and strong aura was pretty uncommon, especially so with such real body figure to such an extent. So he immediately caught Song Fuzhi’s attention.
Song Fuzhi likes this kind of style. This kind of figure.
Before, when he casually clicked and scrolled around online, he would save the pictures he liked, then he found that the majority of those pictures he saved were of a single cosplayer’s works.
His ID in the circle at the beginning was “Octopus_S”. Because of his strong and commanding aura he was then called “the ultimate Gong” by the cosplay circle, another reason was also because that single alphabet letter in his ID was an abbreviation to some other meaning4Refers to the “S” in BDSM, aka Sadist (when in fact it’s ML’s family name’s initial).
Teacher Octopus himself seemed to not be very welcoming of this kind of teasing, so later he removed that S letter.
In fact, Song Fuzhi felt that regardless of whether that letter was removed or not, it wouldn’t affect Octopus’ “S” energy.
Song Fuzhi has finished tidying up the bathroom and leisurely walked out with a bathrobe. The water droplets on his body hadn’t been wiped dry, they rolled along his abs linings and went sliding downwards. No trace of the solemn teacher in his appearance.
He took out the thing5For those confused because of this very “subtle” nsfw, it’s likely a bottle of lube he bought that night from his coat pocket then felt the drawer in his bedroom for toys he hadn’t touched for quite some time. He put the toy by the bedside and started charging it.
Song Fuzhi usually wouldn’t use such a large obscene toy because the model would take him about two hours to enjoy the process to bloom6“Flower” or blossoming/blooming of flower can be used to relate to something lustful, here it is likely that it referred to ejaculating (with anal, because the anus is also referred to as “flower” or chrysanthemum flower). When he was busy with work, he could only make do by using his front, and it was barely enough.
He didn’t know if he was stirred up by the students’ manga page or maybe it was because of his preparation in the bathroom before, Song Fuzhi already tossed and turned those pictures of Teacher Octopus’ cosplay in his heart, savoring the taste. Everytime he felt like this, he was always done very quickly, casually thinking it over, then found himself reaching such a state.
He thought, if those domineering fictional characters were really able to tear the manga world open and stood in front of him, then they must be borrowing Teacher Octopus’ body.
Song Fuzhi actually couldn’t tell whether the ones who satisfied his fantasy were those 2D fictional characters or the real 3D cosplayer who gave them such vivid visualization——He was too lazy to differentiate it, in any case his fantasy didn’t break the law, he didn’t think so much either when he felt good.
Whenever he did such a thing, Song Fuzhi was very grateful for the modern science and technology advancement.
The electronic thing’s tech was really easy to use, clean, no need to operate it by hand nor expend great effort, no need to say how long-lasting it was, anyway it could really pleasure him all night.
Although it lacked the soul and warmth, the functions could always satisfy Song Fuzhi.
More importantly, toys were 100% safe and 100% controllable.
With the current advancement of modern times, people’s thinking has gradually progressed to be more open-minded. Seeking a complete and utter stranger to spend a spring night together was also no longer something to be embarrassed about.
But Song Fuzhi wouldn’t, he just couldn’t.
Song Fuzhi had never tried to hand over his desires into another’s hands. He just didn’t trust others much and had a strong sense of boundaries.
In his opinion, one’s pleasure points is something extremely private and intimate. Two people have to have enough understanding and trust of each other before being able to do this together.
In fact, Song Fuzhi quite liked strong dominance and possessiveness, even looking forward to being controlled to some extent.
But over thirty years of his life, he had never run into anyone who had the qualifications to control and manage his desires.
Song Fuzhi didn’t think much about it, he thought that real people were all just like that.
Men ah, fictional men are indeed still better.
There was only Song Fuzhi alone in the house, but he was still used to restraining himself.
His movements weren’t big, the bed sheets were still neat and tidy, not even that dirty after he finished playing.
With both his legs lazily bent open, Song Fuzhi flipped his body over and pulled open the bedside cabinet, from there he took out a pack of cigarettes. His other hand picked up his phone and scrolled down Weibo without clear purpose.
The metal lighter had just burst out flames when Weibo was refreshed and let out a ‘Ding’. Song Fuzhi’s movements halted, his fingers went slack,the lid of the lighter was also snapped shut and put back.
Teacher Octopus has just posted his cosplaying photo, and it just so happened that it was the overpowered character’s battle damaged look in those panels, realizing his class’ little girl’s wish.
The battle damaged character in that page had a kind of tension even when he was in a wretched state. The scars and bruises on him actually made him look even more sexy. He may be injured, but he was still a King who could make others willingly bow their heads and submit to him.
The background was very realistic, the battle scenes were restored perfectly. The muscles were bulging as he exerted his strength, the veins on his neck were clear and protruding, making people feel as if they could feel his blazing pulse of blood pumping on his veins, smelling a strong scent of blood and hormones on him.
Song Fuzhi squinted his eyes and found a comfortable posture as he leaned on the pillow. He sat leaning back as he looked at this set of pictures.
The Weibo comment section was quickly filled with comments. His little fans were very excited, shouting “AAAAAHHHHH” non-stop.
Young people nowadays sure dared to say anything, there were numerous of those who shouted “Husband”, there were also some who commented “Please top me!”7正面上我 is actually a kinda mistranslation on “真っ直ぐ私に向かって来なさい” (meaning attack me or face me head on) from the anime “A certain scientific railgun”. Bilibili somehow translated it to 正面上我, which can indeed referred to its intended meaning, but also can be sexual innuendo “Top me directly” or “Get on top of me”, there were also all kinds of ambiguous and blatant cheesy love declarations. Who knows whether the ones they were shouting at was Teacher Octopus or the character, in any case they were all praising Teacher Octopus’ handsomeness who really could exude the character’s domineering behaviour.
Song Fuzhi skimmed over the comment area before going back to look at the Weibo post’s main text.
He has never been the kind of person who was fond of expressing his feelings, so he had never posted a comment. Moreover he was long past the age to be excited when running into people with the same hobby as him. He only looked at the picture calmly and peacefully.
The lighter was thrown back to the bedside cabinet, replacing it was the embodiment of modern technology in his hand. His fingers caressed it over, then once again pressed the switch to turn it on.
Actually, Song Fuzhi usually needed a pretty long resting period, but today seemed to be an exception.
This set of Teacher Octopus’ pictures had poked a hint of indescribable something in him, piquing his interest up yet again. Moreover, his interest was quite high.
Alright, he also wasn’t just calmly and peacefully looking at the pictures.
The phone fell beside the pillow, the screen was still on and the bloodstains on the overpowered character’s abs were magnified, directly publicized on the screen.
Song Fuzhi took a piece of tissue, dealing with the aftermath casually. Slowly, he reached out to take a cigarette and ignited it, sparks flickered between slender fingers.
He didn’t have tobacco addiction, he just smoked one at this kind of time every month.
The smoke wafted through the air. Amidst the quiet night, the ringing sound of his phone suddenly broke the silence.
Qiao Xuyang was calling.
Song Fuzhi lowered his eyes, looked at it for a while, then answered the phone. But he didn’t say anything.
On the other end, Qiao Xuyang seemed to be a bit drunk, his voice softer and milder than usual, full of subtle allure. He called out to him, “Fuzhi Ge.”
“Fuzhi Ge, I asked you earlier to go to the exhibition together, why haven’t you replied to me ah. Did you see that message ahh,” Qiao Xuyang dragged his voice, kind of like a spoiled and coquettish teenager.
Song Fuzhi felt that his refusal was clear enough, moreover he had already refused him several times, he really didn’t know why Qiao Xuyang was so persistent in pursuing him like this.
Qiao Xuyang was already 26 years old, he ought to be familiar with knowing a sense of propriety between adults, not to mention that Song Fuzhi has stated himself extremely clearly.
Song Fuzhi remained silent for a long time, not knowing what he should say. He took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled light gray smoke.
Qiao Xuyang didn’t give up, he informed him of the bar name and asked whether Song Fuzhi would go, he said he was alone and couldn’t finish drinking so much alcohol.
“Not going.”
Song Fuzho spoke up without any hesitation.
His voice was low and husky, like smoke with grainy feels, lazy and indolent.
A man, with such a voice, deep in the night. Just hearing it one would know what he had just done before.
Qiao Xuyang blanked out.
The call was silent for a long time. When Qiao Xuyang finally spoke again, he seemed to stammer and a bit inarticulate, “Fuzhi Ge, are you now…. with someone?
Song Fuzhi lightly flicked the cigarette ash off, paused for a moment, then spoke, “En.”
He glanced at the still lit phone screen and unhurriedly repeated, “I am with someone.”
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