Wet dreams.

Zhan's Pov.

After completing my chores on time, I left for work. I have been trying to leave before Mao comes home. Although he has not tried anything with me since his dad beat me, I still feel uneasy around him. It's difficult to forget the trauma and fear I experienced at his hands.

I arrived at work at 6 p.m. and quickly climbed onto the top bunk to try to get some rest before my shift started. I hadn't been sleeping well in the basement since the incident with Wang and his boyfriend. The nightmares about them kept me up at night, and I felt a lingering fear and trauma that was hard to shake. In no time sleep engulfed me.

I felt my body heat up as I moved faster, pushing my hips against him with each thrust. His hands were firm on my waist as I moved up and down, and I felt his pleasure. His breathing became heavier and faster.

I felt pleasure and pain as I moved. I wanted to stop, but I was so close. I pushed myself further, and as I did, I felt my walls stretch, and it hurt. Every movement felt like a small pain shock, but the pleasure outweighed it. I closed my eyes and let myself be taken away by the sensations.

I knew I wouldn't be able to move tomorrow morning.

Daddy, it hurts." I whimpered as his pace increased. To bear the pain of pleasure, I tugged my lip with my tongue as my head jerked against his forehead.

"I'm sorry, baby. Do you want me to stop?"

When he hit me in my sweet spot, I shook my head before seizing his lips with mine and moaning. My lips left his before my hands tangled in his hair as I embraced the crook of his neck deeply. I felt myself closer to orgasm as each thrust sent pleasure coursing through my body. My breathing became labored, and I could feel my body trembling as I moved nearer to the edge.

Baby, tell me if I should stop... I don't want to hurt you." Wang whispered in my ear. He breathed heavily against my skin as his hands spread my ass cheeks, making me see stars as his cock hit my spot more and more.

I shook my head as I tugged at him, whispering in his ear. No, Daddy. I love it so much... I don't want it to stop, please."

His grip on my hips tightened, and he growled, "I know, baby. I know." His breath was hot against my neck as he continued to thrust inside me, more intense than before. I could feel pleasure and pain radiating through my body.

I moaned louder as his thrusts increased and my pleasure reached its peak. I could feel myself trembling as I was about to reach my climax. Oh, Daddy, I'm going to cum," I moaned.

He nodded before planting a tender kiss behind my ear. He increased his pace, slamming into me mercilessly as I felt a rush of pleasure course through my body. I let out a loud groan as I felt my orgasm intensify and then subside, leaving me in a state of ecstasy.

"Thud."

"What the hell?" I yelled as pain ran through my body. My eyes snapped open as they landed on the cold concrete floor. OMG, I fell from the bunk, and I have been dreaming.

I groan frustratedly. All those forbidden feelings I have tried to deny surface and run amok through my drained body. I flush, and deep, deep down, the muscles in my lower belly clench deliciously.

Pushing out a hot breath, I banished the dirty images from my mind and quickly rushed to the bathroom, my cock throbbing in my jeans. I splashed cold water over my face, hoping it would calm my racing heart and the lust that threatened to consume me. I take a deep breath and try to focus my thoughts on something else before going to work.

After washing my face, I realized it didn't help my exhaustion. I decided to take a cold shower instead, hoping it would help me feel more alert. Unfortunately, my head hurts.

To make matters worse, I've been struggling to get Wang off my mind. I've tried everything I can think of to distract myself, but nothing seems to be working. It's frustrating to feel so consumed by someone who doesn't even seem to care.

I reluctantly left the shower and got ready for work. I put on my work clothes and took a deep breath, trying to push away all Wang's thoughts.

I got to the lounge past 9 p.m., and Cheng gave me a knowing look, but I ignored it and started setting up for the night. The lights were dimmed and colorful, illuminating the lounge in a rainbow of hues.

I saw Cheng walk over and smile sympathetically. I knew what he was thinking, but I didn't want to talk about it—not now, not tonight. I just wanted to focus on my work and forget about Wang.

I have not mentioned Wang to Cheng. Surprisingly, I managed to keep it a secret from him. Despite everything that has happened, I still have a small glimmer of hope that Wang will return to me. It's difficult to let go of the past and move on, especially when feelings remain involved. But I know I need to face reality and accept that things may not work out the way I want them to. For now, I will keep my thoughts and emotions to myself and focus on moving on.

The night had begun, and the place was getting crowded. Despite my reluctance, I couldn't help but look at Table 1. It was always a reminder of the past I wanted to forget. But as I glanced over, I saw the crew walking in at 1 a.m. Wang, in particular, looked as delicious as ever. It made me ache with need, especially after that dream I had. The thought of being with him consumed my mind, but I knew better than to act on it. Instead, I focused on my work, ignoring the desire burning inside me.

At 4 a.m., the slimy, creepy guy came up to me and asked me to mix a special strong drink for his sister. He claimed she was having an emotional breakdown. I hesitated for a moment. But eventually, I decided to do it, mixed the drink, and watched as he took it away. I was relieved when he left, but the longing for Wang returned, and I knew I had to fight it.

I want to call Wang's friend, but I don't know what to say. I still dislike him because he has access to my lover, and I don't trust him.

At 5 a.m., I had this crazy idea to call Wang's friend and demand that he stop talking to my lover. I know this would be an irrational and impulsive decision, and I am trying to talk myself out of it before they leave.

After all, if someone doesn't want you, you should let them be. I should respect their choice and not force my feelings on them. I should focus on taking care of myself and not controlling the situation. I should remind myself that there are better ways to handle this situation than making an impulsive decision.

I left the lounge and walked to Cheng's room, reminding myself that making an irrational decision would only worsen the situation.

I don't know what I am thinking, honestly. Could it be because he is my first love? It hurts so much because I never expected to feel this way. I thought I was over him, but here I am, still in love with him.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to clear my head. I slowly got up from the bed and returned to the lounge, hoping to find some distraction to take my mind off things.

I saw them leaving one after the other; I tossed my sales book to Cheng and followed them. I was desperate, and I couldn't stand the thought of him having a relationship with someone else.

Many cabs are waiting outside, and I recognize them all. I instructed one of the drivers to follow the cars. As they drive in a convoy.

When we entered the gate, I told him to slow down and allow everyone to go inside and he should wait for me - I wouldn't be long.