That Day Chapter 7: Next Day

Translated by Kaushika of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Sulo

The man’s coat was quite big, wrapping around Ren Huan’s hips, and very warm too. Ren Huan had no feeling of joy or relaxation, nor that of despair.

After booking a room with the money left to him by the man, Ren Huan entered the room, exhausted, and unable to stop some of the semen from flowing down his inner thigh. His whole body was achy and weak, both body and mind exhausted and begging for rest.

He could barely keep his eyes open and really couldn’t muster any energy to clean up again. Ren Huan drew some toilet paper and wiped his lower body, and after he finally floated off to bed, his head was stuck to the pillow. Before he could think about anything, he fell asleep.

And on the other side

The man coldly frowned as he was looking at himself in the mirror, discontented. “You’re hurting him.”

…

Dreamless Night.

The Next Day

Ren Huan called his roommate, and asked him to help him call off sick from work for a few days. He sat up, having no feel of his lower body, his head dizzy.

After sitting quietly for more than ten minutes, he slowly got up, his legs wobbling as his weight was pushed on his feet. He almost fell out of bed, and had a hard time setting up hot water in the shower. 

Standing in front of the mirror, he took a while to take off his clothes, as his hands were shaking. He soaked his whole body in hot water, his broken, red and swollen mucosa forced to come in contact with the warm water. Ren Huan’s lips trembled, a soft moan overflowing from his nose.

More than forty minutes later, the particularly painful cleanup finally came to an end. His sore body was relieved a lot after being soaked in hot water. 

Ren Huan tied a bathrobe around his waist. He stared unblinkingly at his mirrored reflection, bruises and hickeys all over his body, the marks of last night’s abuse. His mouth contracted, but he had no tears left to cry, leaving him with only a silent sourness.