Overflowing Hidden Desires

 by Anonymous Fish of Past Times

Chinese Information: 《暗欲横流》作者：叹旧时匿名咸鱼

Year: 2024

Novel Status in Country of Origin: 46 Chapters (Complete)

Translator: Addis

Editor: Karai

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SUMMARY:
Flirt and then want to run away?

Original Novel – BL – Short Story – Completed
HE (Happy Ending) – Modern – Campus – 1v1
Weibo: (@NonexistentOne)

Zhou Kai is a rebellious high school student whose life is thrown into chaos by his complicated feelings for He Ye, the brooding classmate he both admires and frustrates. Their tumultuous relationship begins with sharp words and even sharper looks, but beneath the tension, an undeniable connection simmers. The two constantly clash, their rivalry marked by unspoken attraction, yet neither is willing to admit their growing feelings.

As Zhou Kai struggles with his emotions and the pressures of school, He Ye, carrying his own burdens, is haunted by thoughts of Zhou Kai—thoughts that keep him spiraling into dreams that blur the line between fantasy and reality. In these dreams, he’s drawn into a world of dark allure, unable to escape the pull of his desire.

From teasing and near-violent encounters to quiet moments filled with longing, this novel explores the electrifying tension between two young men as they navigate their feelings amidst the chaos of high school life. But will they continue to fight their connection, or will they surrender to the powerful attraction that binds them, even if it means facing their darkest fears?

This story is one of passion, rivalry, and the undeniable force of desire—where nothing is ever as simple as it seems.

Chapter 1:  The Class Representative

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

Around one in the morning, after finishing his shift and taking a shower at home, He Ye lay in bed, staring at his phone screen. He was one hundred percent sure—someone was harassing him, and it was sexual harassment.

And… that someone… was a man.

Being sexually harassed by the same sex was indeed a case of seeing is believing. He Ye had once heard a few girls in his class gossiping about it with excitement but never thought he’d become one of the protagonists himself.

And the harassed one, no less.

He Ye held his phone, sliding his finger over the messages sent by someone with a profile picture of a black-and-white photo of a bare back and a nickname in uppercase, “Z.”

Each message contained just one photo, no text. Including tonight’s, there were precisely ten messages—ten photos. At first, the photos seemed normal enough. They were faceless half-body shots, with both the upper and lower halves clothed. The clothing might have been a bit tight, subtly outlining muscle under the fabric, but overall, they were fine.

However, starting from the week before last, the nature of the photos changed. Exposed shoulders, collarbones, navels, and waist dimples… Tonight’s photo was even bolder… and more suggestive—a half-exposed chest, with not even a scrap of fabric covering it.

He Ye scrolled back to the bottom of the chat, reopened the photo, and squinted at it. A half-bare male chest, the skin too pale—whether naturally so or due to lighting was unclear. Below the prominent collarbone was a tattoo. A coiling green snake, about half a finger thick, twisted around a blooming peony, its tongue flicking towards the flower’s bud. Tiny droplets of water dotted the bud.

The tattoo exuded an unmistakably lascivious aura.

Just below the tattoo was the man’s nipple, slightly larger than average, with a noticeably larger areola. The color was striking—reddish-pink.

Tsk. It looked like the nipple had been played with roughly—otherwise, why would it be hard and erect? He Ye stared at the photo, uncertain whether the sender intended to show off the tattoo or the well-abused nipple.

Or maybe both… After all, the sender, bold enough to harass him with such blatantly suggestive photos, was undoubtedly gay. But He Ye was not gay, so the sender had barked up the wrong tree. That was why He Ye hadn’t responded to any of the messages, not even with a perfunctory punctuation mark.

He hadn’t blocked the sender out of sheer curiosity, wanting to see what the sender was up to. His WeChat settings didn’t allow for adding contacts via phone number or ID—only through a contact card. Therefore, He Ye was sure the harasser knew him personally. Someone who knew him and was gay—who could it be?

He Ye was immensely curious.

As for why he kept the chat records… He Ye couldn’t quite understand it himself. Normally, he’d delete messages immediately after reading, regardless of whether he replied. But he hadn’t deleted a single message from this sender. As a result, his WeChat list contained only this chat. Anyone who saw it might think he cared too much to delete it.

When the class bell rang, He Ye watched the teacher leave and, feeling irritated, cursed quietly before laying his head on his desk. He had trouble sleeping last night. Despite being exhausted from a long shift, he couldn’t fall asleep. All because of that photo the person had sent him.

In his dream, he felt paralyzed, transformed into a half-human, half-snake, relentlessly ravaging a delicate peony flower. The flower seemed alive, moaning with every touch, releasing streams of nectar, which he licked and sucked endlessly. The cycle repeated, never-ending…

The dream was chaotic and filled with lust, but He Ye barely remembered the details upon waking. He only felt a throbbing pain in his lower body, an overwhelming urge to do something. But he restrained himself, took a cold shower, and headed to school.

At school, he merely sat in class, learning things outside the curriculum, as no teacher bothered to discipline him.

After leaving the office together, the class president sighed heavily, looking rather upset.

Zhou Kai’s eyes shifted as he patted the class president’s back. “What’s wrong? You were just asked to call someone, not be sentenced to death.”

The class president gave a bitter laugh, “I wish it were a death sentence.” He looked at Zhou Kai with a troubled expression, “You know how He Ye is. If he were even a little more approachable, I wouldn’t feel this way.”

Zhou Kai smiled with a raised eyebrow, thinking the class president was exaggerating. “He’s not that bad. Actually, he’s pretty nice.” Faced with the class president’s doubtful look, Zhou Kai pressed his lips together, “At least he doesn’t hit people.”

The class president continued his sarcastic laugh, “Haha. How do you know he doesn’t hit people? He could be a street fighter outside of school for all we know.”

Zhou Kai waved dismissively, sighing in exasperation, “Impossible.” His eyes darted around before kindly suggesting, “If you really don’t want to call him, I can help…”

Before he could finish speaking, the class monitor suddenly draped an arm around his shoulder, patting it, and beamed, “Hahaha, you’re truly the most popular guy in our class. Kaizi, you’re such a selfless and great class representative!”

Smiling, Zhou Kai brushed the tip of his nose with his hand without saying a word. His little secret had never been discovered by anyone, and that was just fine.

After entering through the back door of the classroom, the class monitor glanced at the person slumped over the last desk in the second row and gave Zhou Kai a word of caution, “Be careful,” before patting his shoulder again and returning to his seat.

Following the monitor’s gaze, Zhou Kai looked over at the person, only seeing a broad back, raised shoulder blades, an exposed neck, and strong arms. His breathing quickened, and his heart rate sped up.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Kai finally walked over. He stood by the person for quite a while before lifting his hand to gently pat the shoulder. His hand trembled slightly as he did.

The classroom was noisy, and He Ye, who was already not asleep, was annoyed by insomnia, making his mood foul. When his shoulder was patted, he cursed silently in his mind. After a moment, he slowly sat up and turned his head to look at the person standing next to him. His gaze was cold, and his tone was harsh, “What!?”

With that single word, He Ye fully opened his eyes, which landed right on the person’s neck and the bit of collarbone that was exposed—protruding and pale. Blinking, He Ye steadied himself, directing his gaze upward to see the person’s face.

Oh, it was their class’s social butterfly, the class representative, Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai was startled by that one word, his trembling heart plummeting to rock bottom. He looked at He Ye, who was staring at him with a cold, emotionless gaze, and silently cursed him as a damn snake egg. Pressing his lips together, he shoved his clenched fists into his school pants’ pockets, lifted his chin slightly, and, with an equally cold and unkind tone, said, “Go to the office. The homeroom teacher is looking for you.”

With that, he left, his heart wounded, not bothering to say more.

He Ye sat there stunned for a while before smirking and getting up to head toward the door. He had noticed it—this class representative, known for his good temper and approachability, had shot him a sideways glance.

Yeah, he was no different from the others in the class. The only difference was that the others were overt, while this class representative was covert.

Covert…

Damn, who the hell could be the one sending him those seductive photos?