Contraceptive medication contained estrogen and progesterone. It harmed even women and was entirely unsuitable for men.
No ordinary man would take estrogen by mouth.
Unless he was feminizing himself with hormones.
“Understood.”
After ending the call, Shao Siyan continued working.
When he returned home that evening, he looked at Chi Junyan, whose skin seemed even more luminous, and paused briefly.
Author’s Note:
A person who feminizes himself with hormones refers to a male or intersex person who uses medication, including but not limited to estrogen and antiandrogens, either orally or by injection—but excluding physical treatments such as cosmetic surgery—to make his physiological condition, particularly his physical appearance, resemble that of a woman. Such individuals generally belong to the transgender community.
Shao Siyan had never personally known a man who feminized himself with hormones. He only understood the principle: people in this group took or injected related drugs to make their bodies and appearances more feminine.
Looking at Chi Junyan’s smooth, fair skin made him inexplicably uncomfortable.
Chi Junyan had very little body hair, and his skin was considerably finer than that of most men. Its tone was milky white, flushing faintly pink at the height of excitement. It felt pleasant beneath the hand and looked beautiful. His features were handsome and refined. Even at climax, he did not appear vulgar but instead possessed a kind of sacred beauty. He suited Shao Siyan’s tastes perfectly.
Shao Siyan had assumed these qualities were natural and had even mocked him inwardly for being born so perfectly suited to this line of work. He had never imagined that even this was artificial.
He abruptly seized Chi Junyan’s slender neck and swept a disgusted gaze across his face. “Is any part of you real?”
Caught without warning, Chi Junyan choked on his saliva. He could not suppress several quiet coughs. The corners of his eyes reddened, tears filling them as he was forced to tip back his head and look up, pitiful enough to inspire anyone’s sympathy.
Shao Siyan felt no pity. Maliciously tightening his hand, he said, “Let me guess. This part?”
With his other hand, he pinched Chi Junyan’s straight nose.
“Oh, not that. Then is it here?”
One hand remained around Chi Junyan’s neck while the other pretended to search his body for the “fabricated” parts. Only after grasping his most vulnerable place and hearing him suck in a sharp breath did Shao Siyan smile with a trace of malice.
“So it was here.”
No wonder a man produced so much fluid. He had apparently been altered.
Shao Siyan had initially felt little desire and only intended to mock him. But once this thought occurred, his breathing became uneven.
Chi Junyan did not understand why Shao Siyan had grabbed his neck the moment he returned home or why he was saying things clearly intended to humiliate him.
Yet those questions had barely appeared in his mind and had not reached the stage of analysis before the grip erased them.
Shao Siyan held his vital point in one hand. He could make Chi Junyan feel pleasure or pain at will.
Chi Junyan could no longer think normally. His former ability to analyze information calmly evaporated like the last drop of morning dew in rapidly warming air. Defenseless in Shao Siyan’s hands, he could only release his sweetest voice.
“President Shao…don’t…”
“Don’t?”