The Witch and the Baker by Urban Fantasy

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Liu Zhen’s heart was thundering in his chest. Fear gripped his throat as flames danced around him from all directions.

"F***ing witches," cursed Liu Zhen as he quickly summoned up a water spell that just barely cleared the immediate area. "You go to ask them a few questions, and they decide to set an orphanage on fire. Of all things! An orphanage!"

Well, there was more to the situation than that, admitted Liu Zhen, hesitant even in his own mind. Those witches were using this orphanage as a base for organ harvesting and human trafficking. And my team wasn’t so much asking questions as demanding information. Of course, a fight had to break out. And honestly, given the pandemonium, I’m not entirely sure who started the fire. Regardless, the rest of my team are busy detaining the criminals, while I’m down here trying to rescue some snot-nosed brats.

Pushing sweat-drenched strands of hair out of his face, Liu Zhen unlocked the door leading to the basement.

Once inside, Liu Zhen found more people than he ever expected to find. As a rough estimate, he would guess about 150 individuals occupying this cramped space. All of them were of varying ages and species.

"Are you here to free us?" asked a young woman, hopefully.

A little girl, who had been sitting next to the woman, suddenly bolted across the room and wrapped her thin arms around Liu Zhen’s thighs. Her stinky fingers twisted and pulled on his hair. Despite having put his knee-length hair in a ponytail earlier, it was still well within her reach.

"Who cares why he’s here? We can just force our way through one man," insisted an old man. Liu Zhen huffed a humourless laugh at how much this ornery jackass reminded him of his father.

"I would advise you against pursuing this action, citizen," stated Liu Zhen, coldly. "The first floor is entirely engulfed in flames. You’d have better luck taking a pleasure cruise through the depths of hell than going out there."

Reaching into his pocket, Liu Zhen pulled out a teleportation talisman. With some effort, he summoned up the last dregs of his magic in order to activate the portal. The fight from earlier, combined with the effort it took getting down here, had completely sapped his energy.

After this mission, Liu Zhen would need a few days to replenish his energy resources. Shaking off the sudden dizziness, Liu Zhen forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

"Through the portal, everyone," demanded Liu Zhen, gruffly. "Single file."

"Why should I have to listen to a little witch bitch like you?" argued the same man from earlier, as he shoved one of his fat fingers into Liu Zhen’s chest at every other word.

"Well, good news, you don’t have to. If you want to go burn to death, I won’t stop you," replied Liu Zhen, flippantly. Deep down, it took everything not to slug the man. "And by the way, I prefer the term nanwu; not witch."

"Go to hell!"

Liu Zhen mostly ignored the other man’s seething. The evacuation was nearly complete; only a handful of people were left.

An abrupt, stinging pain radiated from the back of Liu Zhen’s head as the angry man pulled his hair before connecting his fist with the side of Liu Zhen’s skull.

That bastard sucker-punched me, realised Liu Zhen as he pushed himself up off the hard, concrete floor.

Suddenly, the ceiling above them collapsed. Fortunately, none of the fiery debris had hit anyone. Unfortunately, Liu Zhen was now separated from the portal by what was essentially a wall of fire.

He watched as the last of the survivors made it through the portal, along with the man that had punched him. Despite being more than a little pissed off, Liu Zhen was relieved that everyone had made it through to safety.

I don’t have enough energy to do any spellwork, considered Liu Zhen as he tied his hair into a tight bun and tucked in any loose clothing. If I jump through this, I chance burning, but once I’m on the other side of the portal, my teammates can help. Meanwhile, on the other hand, if I remain here, I face certain death… Not much of a choice. But at least it’s an easy choice.

~~3 Days Later~~

After 2 days in hospital and 1 day debriefing, Liu Zhen was grateful to be allowed to go back home. So when his boyfriend, Hugo Lehmann, came to pick him up at the station, Liu Zhen practically collapsed into his strong, bear-like arms. In response, Hugo lifted him into a bridal-style carry.

Several of Liu Zhen’s co-workers giggled at the public display of affection. If anyone wants to say anything, then they can say it to my face, thought Liu Zhen.

"I love you so much," whispered Liu Zhen, so only Hugo could hear.

"Same," replied Hugo with a beaming, lovestruck smile.

As they were about to leave, Liu Zhen’s boss, Sergeant Audrey, approached.

"Before you go, I want to discuss something with you," stated Sergeant Audrey. Upon noticing the crowd gathering around the three of them, with their ears keen for potential gossip, she immediately waved them towards the exit. "We can continue this conversation outside."

Hugo set Liu Zhen back on his feet, and they both followed Sergeant Audrey outside.

Once they reached the parking lot, Audrey turned around to face the couple. Her stern features were set in her usual frown, but her eyes held a flicker of sympathy.

"Given the risks on your last mission, my superiors had decided to implement some changes," announced Audrey, her tone uncharacteristically soft. "You’re gonna have to cut your hair."

"What!?" sputtered Liu Zhen, taken aback by such an outrageous request.

"How short?" asked Hugo, calmly. He gave his boyfriend’s hand a comforting squeeze.

"Shoulder-length should suffice," answered Audrey.

"F*** no," replied Liu Zhen, irritably. "I’m not doing that."

"This is for your own damn safety," explained Audrey, her anger seemingly matching Liu Zhen’s own. "It has proven to be a safety hazard."

Sergeant Audrey grabs the ends of Liu Zhen’s hair. There was nearly a foot of singed hair all clumped together. Liu Zhen knew that he would have to trim it sooner or later; but even so, that’d still leave him with enough hair to reach his tailbone.

"I don’t have to listen to this," hissed Liu Zhen, storming off towards Hugo’s car.

"You already have," retorted Audrey. "So, take your time. Mull it over."

With all that said, Audrey headed back inside.

Afterwards, Liu Zhen found the ride home to be oddly tense. Truthfully, his lover, Hugo Lehmann, had never been much of a talker, but this felt different from the usual silences.

By the time they got home it was very late, and Liu Zhen wanted nothing more than to take a shower and go to bed. But before Liu Zhen had to head to the bathroom, Hugo hugged him from behind. His boyfriend then started pulling on the waistband of his pants.

"Getting frisky, aren’t we?" teased Liu Zhen.

Hugo flashed Liu Zhen a wicked grin before quickly stripping him down to his boxers.

"Lie down on your stomach," demanded Hugo.

"Miss me that much?" replied Liu Zhen with a smirk as he lay down on the floor. Hugo then shoved a basket filled with baked goods in front of his face.

"Oh, did you make these?" asked Liu Zhen as he took a croissant from the basket.

As he slowly munched on the delicious treat, Hugo placed the basket back on the table before grabbing a white plastic tube. He then straddled Liu Zhen’s hips, still fully clothed, but with a very notable erection pressing against his ass.

Hugo squirted a clear, gel-like liquid into his palm. Liu Zhen assumed it was lube, so he was taken by surprise when Hugo began rubbing it onto his back.

"What are you doing?" asked Liu Zhen, confused.

"I’m applying a medicated ointment to your back and to your legs," explained Hugo, as he continued massaging the ointment into the heat-tender skin. "It’s for burns."

"My injuries are not that bad," grumbled Liu Zhen.

Hugo leaned down and placed a kiss on top of Liu Zhen’s head.

"Please, Babe," begged Hugo. "Let me take care of you."

"Alright, alright," relented Liu Zhen. "Still, I’d prefer it if we did something a bit more naughty."

"You can wait," admonished Hugo, gently.

Several minutes passed, and Hugo had almost finished applying the burn ointment to Liu Zhen’s legs when suddenly he said something completely unexpected.

"I think you’d still look beautiful with short hair."

"Not you too," groaned Liu Zhen. "I wasn’t that badly hurt."

"You were lucky this time," insisted Hugo with a dour expression. "And it’s not just fire you have to worry about. What happens if someone grabs it in a fight?"

Liu Zhen scoffed.

"You really think some idiot can overpower me that easily?" accused Liu Zhen, offended by the mere suggestion. When Hugo didn’t immediately reply, Liu Zhen crawled out from under him and shot a nasty glare his way.

"You’re not indestructible," muttered Hugo, refusing to make eye contact. "I can’t help but worry."

That response had truly pissed Liu Zhen off. Does Hugo really think I’m weak? questioned Liu Zhen with his pride severely wounded. That I’m not good enough.

"On your feet," demanded Liu Zhen as he hopped to his own feet.

"What are you doing?" huffed Hugo, rolling his eyes. "You think I’m not good enough?" demanded Liu Zhen, as he widened the distance between his feet and brought his fists up into a perfect southpaw stance. "Fight me."

It was an empty threat. Therefore, he wasn’t expecting Hugo to slap him right on the still-tender burn located on his left thigh. Ouch! And then, without even bothering to stand up, Hugo pulled on Liu Zhen’s hair, throwing him off balance. He then managed to pull Liu Zhen’s legs out from under him, causing him to fall backward. The heat-tender skin on Liu Zhen’s back smacks against the hardwood floor of their living room.

Immediately Hugo climbed on top of Liu Zhen, pinning him down.

"Get off me," demanded Liu Zhen, angrily.

"No," replied Hugo, calmly but firmly. "We need to talk."

"Fine. Stay on top," relented Liu Zhen. "But instead of talking, let’s start f***i-"

"How about you let me clean up the ends?" interrupted Hugo, running a hand through Liu Zhen’s slightly crispy hair.

A nasty retort was on the tip of Liu Zhen’s tongue, but he was stunned silent by the pain and fear in Hugo’s eyes.

It’s obvious Hugo doesn’t want to hurt me… but he’s afraid that if he doesn’t, then I may end up dead, thought Liu Zhen as he felt most of his anger dissipate. Even so, unless I agreed to it, he would never just hack off my hair. I know that I can trust him. And besides, my ends are pretty messed up.

"Fine," agreed Liu Zhen, with a moody attitude as he flopped back like a ragdoll. "But you’re on your own. Do not expect any sort of enthusiasm from me."

Hugo shifted his weight off of Zhen before pushing himself to his feet. He then extended one hand down, offering to help Liu Zhen stand back up.

Liu Zhen narrowed his eyes, glaring up at his towering boyfriend.

"I told you," said Liu Zhen, coldly. "You’re on your own on this. If you want me to go anywhere, you’re gonna have to drag my ass."

"Fair enough," replied Hugo as he reached down and hauled Liu Zhen’s purposely limp body off the floor; slinging him over his shoulder like a five-pound sack of potatoes.

It was times like this that Liu Zhen was reminded of just how strong Hugo is. Maybe it was due to him being so bear-shaped (for lack of a better descriptor), or maybe bakers have their own super secret, intense workout regimen. Who knows?

As Liu Zhen stewed in resigned bitterness, Hugo proceeded to carry him towards the bathroom. Unexpectedly, Liu Zhen found himself unceremoniously dumped across the tiled floor of the bathroom. Admittedly, Hugo had tried to put Liu Zhen on his feet, but unfortunately, his lover’s dedication towards acting like a ragdoll had led to him smacking his head off the side of the tub.

Damnit, cursed Liu Zhen, silently as he rubbed the back of his head.

Hugo instantly knelt down in front of Liu Zhen, his hands tenderly cupping the other man’s face. He looked worried.

I really need to stop being so mean to him, thought Liu Zhen, leaning into Hugo’s touch.

"How’s your head?" Hugo asked, pushing a few strands of hair away from Liu Zhen’s eyes.

"From what you’ve told me, pretty damn good," teased Liu Zhen.

That comment immediately caused Hugo to blush. A small smile briefly graced Liu Zhen’s face as Hugo’s cheeks turned a vivid pink.

Hugo moved to Liu Zhen’s right. He rested one hand on his back and scooped the other one underneath his legs before lifting Liu Zhen off the floor.

"If I set you on the edge of the bathtub, will you please stay upright?"

Liu Zhen reluctantly nods, and Hugo gingerly sets him down on the edge of the tub. Afterwards, Hugo moves behind him with the scissors in hand. Liu Zhen then felt a gentle tugging on the bottom of hair, where the strands were all burnt together.

Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

As the scissors snipped off all the burnt parts of his hair, Liu Zhen thought back to his childhood. His family had come from a long line of shamans. had always been very strict and expected perfection in all things. And any misstep was always met with painful consequences.

Grabbing a shortened strand of hair, Liu Zhen pulled it in front of his chest. Hugo had ceased cutting his hair and was now brushing it. Liu Zhen noted how the ends still rested well below his narrow hips… but even so, it was too much gone.

Liu Zhen’s parents had always followed Confucian values, and despite those ancient traditions not holding up to modern society, Liu Zhen had been expected to uphold those values. But one day, back when he was 12, he had tried to give himself a haircut similar to the one his favourite K-pop idol wore. When his father arrived back home, he had been furious with him.

Not that the old man’s opinion matters anymore, thought Liu Zhen, bitterly. After all, the moment he discovered I was gay, it was all over.

"Was that the reason your father tried to kill you?" asked Hugo, running over the faint scar marring the left side of Liu Zhen’s ribcage.

A quiet sob escaped Liu Zhen’s throat.

"Sorry, that was insensitive of me to ask," Hugo apologised. "I shouldn’t have been snooping through your head."

"Usually you can’t," retorted Liu Zhen with pride.

Liu Zhen had always been able to shield his mind very effectively. And thus it usually didn’t matter that his boyfriend had the gift of telepathy (Hugo had once mentioned the difficulties associated with mind-reading in regards to relationships). But it was moments like this that were the exception â€" when Liu Zhen was too emotionally compromised to focus.

"And yeah, that’s the reason why my father… reacted the way he did," admitted Liu Zhen hesitately as he hastily wiped away the tears that had started to run down his cheeks.

"You okay?" asked Hugo.

"Mmhmm," answered Liu Zhen with a lazy shrug. "I’m just embarrassed."

"Why?"

"Because none of this bulls**t should matter so much," fumed Liu Zhen, feeling frustrated with his own emotional responses to the abuse he suffered at his parents’ hands. "Like here I am throwing a massive tantrum like I’m some petulant child. And all because I don’t want my hair cut. It really shouldn’t matter at all."

"We don’t have to cut any more. You can always find work elsewhere. You’re so talented," hushed Hugo. A thoughtful look crossed his face before eventually continuing. "But answer me this: do you like having long hair?"

"Culturally, I’m supposed to," responded Liu Zhen, already knowing that what he was saying wasn’t really much of an answer. "I was raised with the belief that hair is a gift from the parents and thus ought to be treated with the utmost respect."

"Do you think I’m disrespecting my own parents by cutting my hair?" asked Hugo, running a hand over his short hair.

"That’s different," argued Liu Zhen. "Besides, I have no reason to care what my parents think. If I did, I wouldn’t be with you."

Hugo leaned down and gave Liu Zhen a gentle peck on the cheek.

The only problem is I do care, thought Liu Zhen, silently mulling over his predicament. No matter how much I try to sever ties with those monsters, I still remain bound to them. I feel like I’m being strangled by arbitrary expectations despite having freed myself from them.

"So, that brings us back to the question: do you like your hair as is?" repeated Hugo.

"Not really," admitted Liu Zhen, reluctantly. "But I don’t want to cut it."

"Why?"

"Because I’m scared," confessed Liu Zhen, shamefully. "I don’t want the people I love to hate me… to hurt me."

"I would never let that happen," assured Hugo as he softly petted the back of Liu Zhen’s head.

"I know," replied Liu Zhen, resting his tear-stained face against Hugo’s chest.

They sat like that for several minutes. Just hugging and reassuring one another of their love. Then Hugo, being the giant oaf he is, had to ruin it.

"How about you cut my hair?" said Hugo, seemingly out of nowhere.

"What? No," sputtered Liu Zhen, confused. "I don’t even know how-"

"It’s easy," interrupted Hugo with a bright smile as he headed over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out the clipper set he oftentimes used on his own hair. "We’ll just do a number 3 all over."

Liu Zhen slowly stood up as Hugo carefully fitted a guard labelled ‘#3’ over the teeth of the battery-operated clippers before handing them over to him. Hugo then took off his shirt and quickly sat down where Liu Zhen had previously been sitting.

Liu Zhen flicked the clippers and was briefly taken aback by the humming vibrations the machine gave off. He looked down at his boyfriend, who seemed so at ease. He raked a hand through the two-inch-long strands; it did seem like his boyfriend was a bit shaggier than usual.

Placing the clippers at the back of Hugo’s neck, Liu Zhen steadily moved them upwards.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Liu Zhen watched the sandy blonde hair fell away, leaving behind a slightly darker pelt. He ran a thumb over the remaining length that covered Hugo’s scalp; being pretty good at math, he’d guess the length to be about ⅜ of an inch.

Placing the clippers next to the path of stubble he had just created, Liu Zhen pushed them upwards again; widening the patch of stubble.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

After several passes over his entire scalp, the clippers rapidly reduced Hugo’s hair to a number 3 buzzcut. As he turned off the clippers, Liu Zhen had to admit that his lover was so much hotter with short hair.
"Good work, A’Zhen," complimented Hugo as he ran his hands over his buzzed hair; not even bothering to go look in a mirror.

"Uh… Hugo," started Liu Zhen, biting his lower lip nervously. "I’d like you to cut off more of my hair."

"Really?" asked Hugo, getting back to his feet.

Liu Zhen nodded. He slowly sat back down on the edge of the tub, reluctantly placing his feet inside.

"So, how short are we thinking of going?" asked Hugo, picking up the scissors once again.

"Do whatever you think would look best," muttered Liu Zhen.

"Are you sure?" asked Hugo, in a serious sounding tone.

I don’t have to do this… but at the same time I do, thought Liu Zhen, nervously. And I need Hugo to help me… I want him to help me.

"I trust you," insisted Liu Zhen.

Forcing himself to look away from his cuddly bear of a boyfriend, Liu Zhen straightened his spine and levelled his head to look straight ahead.

Meanwhile, Hugo climbed into the tub and crouched down in front of him. He quietly rearranged the style of Liu Zhen’s hair; getting rid of the side part and brushing much of his hair forward. This completely obscured Liu Zhen’s vision, but before he had a chance to say anything…

Shnick.

Liu Zhen gasped as the scissors closed around a thick strand of hair just above his left eyebrow. He stared in shock as 2 ½ feet of hair fell â€" landing on his bare foot.
Before Liu Zhen had a chance to fully comprehend what he was seeing, another strand was measured against the first before being swiftly severed.

Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick. Shnick.

All the way around Liu Zhen’s head, Hugo cut away any hair that fell past his eyebrows. He had reduced the hair on the back and sides of his head to an uneven 1-inch pelt.

"Please tell me you are not giving me a mushroom cut," begged Liu Zhen, anxiously. He picks up a severed chunk of long hair that had gotten caught on his shoulder and looks at it for a moment before dropping it at his feet.

"No. But it is a bit similar," informed Hugo. "It’s a texturized two-block. I really think it would suit your features quite nicely."

Suddenly, Hugo went back to the sink. As he did so, Liu Zhen took a moment to explore the work-in-process that was his hair.

It’s too short, thought Liu Zhen as he ran his pale, shaky hands over his bare neck. I feel so naked — so exposed.

Hugo comes back with a razor blade in hand. Liu Zhen looks up at his sweet, gentle boyfriend and forces a smile.

I hated this… but I also want this, thought Liu Zhen, feeling awfully conflicted. I think I honestly might need this.

Hugo picks up a section of hair from the top of Liu Zhen’s head. He then raises the razor, with its sharp edge, and grazes the hair, moving diagonally towards the ends.

Shck. Shck. Shck. Shck. Shck.

Hugo grabs another section and does the same technique. Gradually, he texturises the whole cap of hair that comfortably rested a few centimetres above Liu Zhen’s ears.

Meanwhile, Liu Zhen felt himself twitch as a fine dusting of short hair got stuck to the skin of his back and chest. Hugo noticed and immediately grabbed a washcloth to brush away the itchy strands clinging to Liu Zhen’s soft skin.

"Thanks," said Liu Zhen, grabbing Hugo’s hand and pressing his face into the calloused palm. "But perhaps, since we don’t have a cape, could you fetch me a towel?"

"Of course, Babe," replied Hugo, kissing the back of Liu Zhen’s newly exposed neck before reaching over and grabbing a towel off the nearby rack. "I should’ve thought of that."

Hugo draped the large towel over Liu Zhen’s firm shoulders. He then picked up the clippers. Taking off the number 3 guard, Hugo replaced it with a number 4.

"Are you going to use those clippers on me next?" asked Liu Zhen, nervously. It felt like he had butterflies in his stomach.

"Yeah," replied Hugo. "I was thinking of taking the back down to a number 4 and the sides down to a number 1. What do you think?"

"Do it," answered Liu Zhen, as he forced himself not to cry.

S**t! Hugo is buzzing parts of my hair down to a 1, realised Liu Zhen, panicking. I’m not sure how short that is, but I do know that’s shorter than the length Hugo is currently sporting.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Liu Zhen feels the clippers gliding up the back of his head. The vibrations resonating from them tickled his scalp.

The sensation was both disconcerting and oddly soothing. Hugo diligently reduces all the hair below his temples to ½ of an inch.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Abruptly, the sound of the clippers stopped.
"Is everything alright?" asked Liu Zhen, as his hands explored the soft, even pelt of hair covering the back and sides of his head.

"Yeah, I’m just changing out the guards," explained Hugo, popping out the number 4 guard and exchanging it for a number 1. "Hands down."

Liu Zhen sheepishly lowered his hands.

Hugo gripped Liu Zhen’s chin and directed him to tilt his head to the right. The clippers were turned back on.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Hugo placed the clippers at the side of Liu Zhen’s head. He held his breath as he felt the weight of the clippers press against his scalp.

Hugo dragged the clippers over the arch of Liu Zhen’s ear, while his non-dominant hand pushed his ear out of the way. Tears were now flowing freely down Liu Zhen’s cheeks, as the sides of his head buzzed to a fine stubble.

"You okay?" asked Hugo, shutting off the clippers and putting them down. His fingers brushed against Liu Zhen’s cheeks, wiping away tears.

Liu Zhen shook his head. Why did change have to be so hard?

"Do we need to stop?" asked Hugo, concerned. Liu Zhen shook his head again.

"Okay, Babe," continued Hugo, his tone sounding sympathetic. "I’ll have you all finished up in a jiff. Can you please tilt your head to the left for me?"

Following his boyfriend’s directions, Liu Zhen tilted his head to the left; exposing the right side that would soon match the left. Hugo turned the clippers back on and ran them over the side of Liu Zhen’s head. Rapidly reducing the hair to ⅛ of an inch. Tiny tufts of hair clung to his nose and cheeks.

Liu Zhen thought he could finally release a sigh of relief when the hum of the clippers stopped. But Hugo had only done so in order to remove the guard entirely.

"I’m going to clean up your sideburns and neckline," explained Hugo, as he brought the clippers towards Liu Zhen’s ear, angling them slightly. He then did the same with the other sideburn.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Hugo bent Liu Zhen’s head forward as he cleaned up his neckline with the bare blades.

"All done," announced Hugo, flicking off the clippers for good. "You want to take a look in the mirror?"

"No," mumbled Liu Zhen. It’s only after verbalising his answer that he realises how stupid that sounds.

I’ll have to look at my reflection at some point, thought Liu Zhen, embarrassed. Hugo must think I’m an idiot.

"I think I want to take a shower," continued Liu Zhen, changing the subject. "You want to join me?"

Liu Zhen doesn’t give Hugo a chance to answer. He reaches forward and undoes the other man’s pants before pulling them down. Hugo steps out of them unquestioningly. He then helps Liu Zhen rid himself of his boxers.

They stand there for a moment, fully naked, just embracing each other. Hugo then gently guides them both to the shower. He reaches down and turns on the water.
Warm water rains down on their skin, washing any pieces of hair that still clung to their flesh.

Grabbing the shampoo, Liu Zhen began soaping up Hugo’s hair. After rinsing out the suds, Hugo returned the favour.

The sensation of Hugo's fingers against the stubbly parts of his hair felt very… strange. But surprisingly pleasurable. Liu Zhen found himself leaning into his touch â€" wanting more.

Hugo’s hands begin to roam; starting at Liu Zhen’s chest and reaching lower, dancing down firmly defined abs, and finally grasping his painfully hard cock. Moving his hand up and down the entire length, it didn’t take long for Hugo to jerk his partner off to completion.

Liu Zhen briefly slumped against Hugo’s burly chest. He then turned his back to him and arched his spine in an enticing manner. He felt Hugo’s fingers breach his hole, carefully stretching him in order to accommodate his incredibly large, thick cock. "Just put your dick in me already," demanded Liu Zhen, crudely.

Hugo immediately obliges, pushing himself all the way. Firmly gripping Liu Zhen’s hips, Hugo thrusts long and hard. Wave after wave of pleasure hit hard and fast. Liu Zhen was so blissed out, he barely comprehended Hugo cumming inside him.

Shutting off the water, Hugo carried Liu Zhen to the bed. Setting him down, Hugo then crawls in beside him, and they both fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

~~6 Hours Later~~

Bright morning light fell across Liu Zhen’s eyes, waking him up from a sound sleep.

Feeling slightly numb, he stretched his arms above his head before running his hands through his hair… and coming up short. Very short.

Suddenly, Liu Zhen was very awake as the memories from last night flooded his mind. Liu Zhen ran to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he quietly surveyed the damage.

The hair at the top of his head was about 2 to 3 inches and naturally fell across his forehead in an artistically messy way that was kind of cute.

Liu Zhen turned his head to the side. His sideburns now came to a sharp point. And the hair on the sides of his head was short enough to see his scalp. There was a gradation that connected the sides to the back, going from ⅛ of an inch to ½ an inch.

It’s so short, thought Liu Zhen as his fingers brushed against the prickly stubble at the sides of his head. But it looks… nice.

Liu Zhen was surprised that he didn’t have anything bad to say about the new style. He had honestly not expected to like it as much as he did.

"There’s my sexy little boyfriend," greeted Hugo as he hugged him from behind. He caught his gaze in the mirror’s reflection. "Do you like your haircut?"

"Yeah. I do," replied Liu Zhen with a bright smile. "Thank you. I know I’m not always the easiest to get along with; sometimes I’m nothing but trouble."

"In that case, I must love trouble," teased Hugo, pressing his lips to Liu Zhen’s own.

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