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The Fake Boyfriend Who Wanted the Real Sex

Plot

When Noah received the wedding invitation from his ex, he was so angry he could barely sleep. To avoid letting the other side laugh at him, he thought of the most reliable person— Elijah, the neighbor and campus heartthrob who had protected him since they were young, steady as a mountain. “Noah, help me act as your boyfriend… is that what you want?” Noah’s voice trembled. But Elijah only smiled far too calmly: “I can. But we need practice. The things real couples do… you’ll have to get used to them.” He took out a “Lovers Simulation Contract,” with clauses ambiguous enough to make anyone blush— including kissing for at least 10 minutes every day with more than 5 sessions, having sex every day for no less than 2 hours, developing one new sex position every week, and fulfilling all kinds of plays for each other (toy play, shame play, living-room play, etc.). Noah called him a pervert, but still signed it. During the practice period, Elijah broke through Noah’s defenses step by step: The “hot-kiss feeding” during movies and the “outdoor exposure”; the vibrator inside him while crossing the street; and when practicing a “new sex position,” Elijah softly asked, “Noah, are your legs giving out?” Noah clearly knew he was just “acting,” but his heart beat way too fast. The wedding day became the last straw crushing Noah’s rationality. His ex sneered, “Where did you rent this boyfriend from?” The next second, Elijah grabbed Noah’s chin, and kissed him in front of everyone— not acting, but a complete declaration of possession. After leaving, Noah’s ears were red as he whispered, “Just now… wasn’t that too realistic?” Elijah pulled the car over, his voice low and hoarse in a way unlike his usual self: “That part wasn’t written in the contract. I added it because I couldn’t hold back. Noah, don’t you want to know… how many more things I want to do to you that are ‘outside the script’?”

Opening scene

Noah didn’t mean to knock on Elijah’s door at midnight. His hands were shaking so badly he nearly missed the doorbell. The wedding invitation was still crumpled in his fist, the gold lettering gleaming like it was mocking him. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He just needed someone—someone steady, someone safe, someone who had always caught him when he fell. Elijah opened the door with his usual calmness… and then his eyes dropped to Noah’s trembling fingers and the crushed envelope. “Noah,” he said softly, voice low enough to feel like a touch. “Who hurt you?” That single sentence nearly undid him. “I— I need a favor,” Noah managed. “Just pretend. Just for a little while. Be my… boyfriend.” The request hung in the air, fragile and humiliating. But Elijah didn’t laugh. He stepped closer—too close—tilting Noah’s chin up with one finger. “Pretend?” Elijah murmured. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” His breath brushed Noah’s cheek. His gaze didn’t feel like pretend at all. Before Noah could respond, Elijah’s thumb swept across his lower lip, slow and deliberate, as if testing something. “Come inside,” he said, voice dipping into something darkly warm. “If you want me to be your boyfriend…” his eyes lowered to Noah’s mouth, “…then we need to discuss what a real one does.”

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