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Jiang Cheng POV
Being born into a conservative and very strict family can really fuck up a person. Being unable to express his desires may have played a hand in giving Jiang Cheng some very dirty kinks that could have him killed if they got exposed to his family.
Yet here he was, staring at himself in the mirror of the bathroom at a subway station, wearing a crop top that was snug to his chest and exposing some of his belly button and a skirt that came up to his upper thighs. He had his black hair in a ponytail, with some of it framing his face, adding a little more camouflage apart from his black face mask. Four-inch heels added to his height as he checked his smoky eye makeup. Maybe he could say he looked a little sexy.
He checked his phone to see if he was late for the evening rush. Thankfully, he was not. The more people, the less chances there are of someone noticing or recognising him. He had left home in regular clothes, with his skirt, top, and heels in his backpack, as he travelled to one of the farthest subway stations from his home to enjoy his ride longer.
As much as he loved his family, staying away from them because of his job was a blessing. He could watch whatever he wanted, wear whatever he wanted, and do whatever his timid self could do without anyone’s judgement or scoldings. The biggest plus was that he could explore his sexual desires and identity a little more here, which resulted in him finally acknowledging the desires he had as well as his sexuality, more.
A few months ago, some circumstances had made him explore his exhibitionist kink more, and he had done some things to satisfy his ever-growing hunger, which gave him the confidence to go without any underwear today for the longest time he had in public. He just hoped that no one would recognise him, the chances of which were low since he had his face covered by a black mask, his face framed by his bangs and eyes adorned with light purple makeup, and no one he knew would ever dream of the poster child, doing such filthy things.
Jiang Cheng looked back on all the filthy, albeit mild, things he had done over the past few months and tried to persuade his mind to think calm thoughts so as not to get a boner with a skirt on.
He picked up his bag, which contained his t-shirt, joggers, and underwear, from the counter as someone entered the washroom. He checked himself out the last time in the mirror as he left the restroom with a deep sigh.
Much to his dismay, the station was not very crowded. He waited in silence, scrolling through his Twitter feed. A few moments later, a large crowd filled the platform hurriedly.
Ah! Maybe the office had a meeting or something?
It did not matter to him, as he was just delighted that there were now many people to hide in between. He ascended into the subway as it arrived. He sat in the corner most seat as it gave him a sense of security, and continued to browse his social media. More people got on at the next few stations, and he decided to give his seat to an elderly man. He stood just at the side of the entrance and focused on his phone again.
Even more people got on, in states of tiredness as well, and just focused on their phones or chattered. He got pushed into the corner as another person entered the compartment and stood there. He noticed with a start that this person’s fragrance was a bit familiar. He wanted to check whether it was someone he knew or not, but he was facing the wall and was already squished. And turning his head would attract the person’s attention, which would be bad if he knew him. But facing the wall was a plus for him since he was already semi-hard, and the rocking motion of the train rubbed his cock against the wall in front of him, and it was driving him crazy.
As the train increased its speed as it left the previous station, the rocking motion of the train increased, which made it seem like he was dry-humping the wall. He could feel the pre-cum forming at the tip of his cock already.
Suddenly, the person behind him whispered, “…Jiang Cheng…?”
He whipped his head back to look at the person with the familiar voice and froze. Goosebumps rose all over his body. Those alluring golden eyes and hypnotic voice definitely belonged to Lan Xichen!
The CEO of the company he worked for was squished in the subway with Jiang Cheng, who was in a skirt with no panties on…
Jiang Cheng was so fucked!
Lan Xichen POV
Lan Xichen had a massive headache.
He loved his family; he truly did, but they were also one of the main reasons for his headaches. Both his brother and his uncle were stubborn-very stubborn indeed.
His brother, Lan Wangji, had decided to tell their uncle about his partner, Wei Wuxian, who turned out to be the troublemaker from the class their uncle used to teach years ago. This caused a massive argument at dinner today. He tried his best to calm them down, but Wangji stormed off with Wei Ying in tow after their uncle insulted Wei Wuxian. He tried to convince their uncle but to no avail.
Wangji had told him about Wei Wuxian a few days ago and had requested that he be at the dinner and support them, so he had not used his car to go to their uncle’s home.
He knew that he was going to have a headache after dinner, and he needed some kind of white noise to distract him from the stress, so he decided to use the commute today. As soon as he entered the subway, he noticed that it was fully packed. He trudged his way through the pull and push of the crowd into a corner.
His brain zoned for a while, and the next thing he knew, he was standing behind the person who had a mole behind their ear, which looked strikingly similar to the mole that had mesmerised him a few days ago in the elevator at his office…
The more he looked, the more the ears and facial structure looked like the person at his office. He scanned the person in front of him up and down. They were wearing a medium-length skirt with a crop top. And heels—sexy black heels.
It couldn’t be…
Jiang Cheng?!
Lan Xichen realised he had uttered the name out loud when the person in front of him suddenly whipped their head back to look at him, and their eyes met.
Oh, those bewitching purple eyes, which were staring at him wide-eyed, definitely belonged to Jiang Cheng.
This day finally got fucking good!