The Demon Next Door

17

Tao's continuous fantasies were beginning to take quite a toll on his sanity.

Sexual frustration was not something one should have to deal with on a regular basis. In Tao's case, that was the thing that bit him most in the butt. Or, more specifically, in the cock.

It wasn't like he was a horny bastard or anything. In fact, Tao was probably the only one in the entire school who was terrified every time his pants grew tighter than usual.

In spite of his extremely anomalous looks, Tao was a softie at heart. Things like boners and having thoughts that robbed him of all sense of reality were not something he could handle.

It wasn't his fault. None of it was his fault.

At least, that's what everyone else told him. In Tao's opinion, he was absolutely, without a doubt, the one to blame.

Sometimes he wondered why he had been so stupid to accept Yifan's birthday party invitation in the first place. Had he really thought the basketball co-captain wasn't going to have alcohol at the party just because nobody there met the drinking age?

He should have known he was walking into a damn trap. Even Kyungsoo, who was normal back then, opposed the idea of Tao's attendance. He didn't trust Yifan at all back then; it was a stark contrast to their relationship now.

But Tao, sweet little Tao, just couldn't have resisted.

Come on, it was Yifan. Lithe, towering, angel faced Yifan. He was a walking god on Earth. And Tao had been pretty determined to find out whether or not Yifan was a sex god, too.

And he did. He just didn't expect the road he took to get there. Or the outcome afterwards.

One drink had doubled to two, two had tripled to six, six had quadrupled to twenty-four, and on, and on, and on. Before anyone knew what was going on, Huang Zitao was fucking drunk as hell.

His drunken state had somehow led him to finding himself on his back on the mattress of a bed that was not his own. In fact, he hadn't completely been prepared on finding out who owned it.

Tao had almost had a stroke when Yifan appeared above him out of nowhere. Eyes dilated and reeking of alcohol, it was clear that the older male was drunker than he was and had no idea what he was doing.

Tao had sobered up just for the experience. He was happy about it, too, because that was something he wanted to remember forever and not just trade in for a hangover.

He was also mighty mad at himself for remembering it. It hurt to think about that night. Yifan had fucked him so mercilessly that it was ecstatic to him. But to Yifan, it was nothing.

There was a promise made in every bed. Tao had believed in that for a very long time. It took him a while to realize that the promise Yifan had given him was the same promise a stallion gives a mare.

Meaningless. Worthless. Tao was just another one time bang for Yifan. It was something that wasn't all too unfamiliar to the older. Fucking people and moving on from them was as normal to Yifan as breathing.

And what pained Tao the most was the fact that Yifan couldn't even recollect being in Tao's pants. The thought had passed by quicker than a can of beer being downed.

Tao was forced to live his life in a turmoil of sexual and emotional frustration. At himself, at thoughts of Yifan sliding in and out of him, and at the whole fucking world.

Huang Zitao, though always appearing calm, was a fucked up mess on the inside.

That's why Tao was extremely concerned for Kyungsoo. The weight he was carrying around after those moments with Yifan was crushing him. He didn't want the same for the school president.