Juezhou: ??
Auntie Wang and the others experienced a collective “pupil earthquake.”
Every middle-aged or elderly person has been young once; they were open-minded. Although they couldn’t quite wrap their heads around the relationship between the three, they still nodded respectfully. “Oh, oh, oh… I see. Very nice.”
Juezhou: “N-no, that’s not…”
But the facts were exactly as Zhou Chenyu and Xie Wenchen described: he really was living with Zhou Chenyu and keeping Xie Wenchen as a sugar baby at the same time.
The system notified him that his oppression values were rising.
NTR-ing both the protagonist top and bottom at the same time and making bystanders misunderstand… truly impressive.
Unable to defend himself, Juezhou sniffled. In the next world, he absolutely had to change to a more dignified script.
Forcing a straight man to pretend to be a scum top for this long was truly exhausting.
He had expected Xie Wenchen to leave after walking him to the apartment building, but instead, Xie Wenchen stayed right behind him and followed him all the way inside.
Zhou Chenyu didn’t tell Xie Wenchen to leave. He lazily glanced at the T-shirt Juezhou was wearing. “Whose clothes are those?”
Juezhou: “The little boy’s.”
There was a hint of intentional provocation toward Zhou Chenyu in his tone.
“Your clothes are wet; go take a shower,” Zhou Chenyu said. “So dirty.”
Even though Zhou Chenyu’s own clothes were wetter and he clearly needed a shower more, he pointedly separated the phrases “clothes are wet” and “so dirty,” as if implying something else.
Juezhou had a realization: Zhou Chenyu thinks I’ve soiled Xie Wenchen’s clothes.
Dissatisfied, he ground his back teeth and rummaged through his suitcase for a change of clothes. Zhou Chenyu followed him into the bathroom, his fingertips brushing against the hem of Juezhou’s shirt.
—It was a motion that looked like an attempt to lift the shirt, only to be abandoned halfway.
Juezhou frowned. “What are you doing?”
Zhou Chenyu turned off the light, leaving the bathroom in dim, hazy shadows. He happened to be standing against the light, his nose bridge and brow bone casting soft shadows across his profile. His eyes curved into the shape of a smile. “Does your waist hurt that much?”
Juezhou had involuntarily rubbed his waist several times while walking earlier.
He wasn’t so delicate that it hurt constantly; rubbing his waist was just an unconscious habit. He hadn’t expected Zhou Chenyu to observe him so closely.
“It’s fine, just a little sore,” Juezhou said.
Zhou Chenyu’s smile deepened, the corners of his lips curling up. “Did Xie Wenchen do it?”
Juezhou didn’t think for a second that Zhou Chenyu was actually concerned. After exchanging a few words with the system in his head, he made a suspicious guess—Zhou Chenyu suspected he had forced himself on Xie Wenchen.
…The more he thought about it, the more logical it seemed.
Juezhou looked at Zhou Chenyu as if he were a freak. “What are you thinking? You know I like girls. Keeping Xie Wenchen is just for fun.”
Zhou Chenyu let out a low chuckle. “Mhm.”
The system suddenly alerted: [Protagonist Bottom Oppression Value +25. Congratulations, Host.]
It took Juezhou a few seconds to realize that Xie Wenchen was eavesdropping outside the door.
Still, it was no big deal; Juezhou was only speaking his true feelings.
Zhou Chenyu turned and left the bathroom, considerately closing the door behind him.
When Juezhou finished his shower and stepped out, he found that Xie Wenchen was gone.
On the balcony, Zhou Chenyu was helping Juezhou wash his personal undergarments, his fingers covered in soap suds.
Juezhou: ??
He hurriedly ran over to stop him. “What are you doing?”
“The laundry robot broke down,” Zhou Chenyu said with a natural expression.
Juezhou let out an “oh.”
He was long used to being looked after this way; at home, Jiang Henian took care of him in the same manner.
Zhou Chenyu chuckled softly. “Are you afraid I might… do something?”
Juezhou was afraid Zhou Chenyu might sprinkle some sinister drug on his underwear, but he also felt that Zhou Chenyu’s tone was hinting at something else entirely.
“…Don’t make jokes like that,” Juezhou said. He took the opportunity to tell Zhou Chenyu about the incident where he was splashed with water yesterday.
Last night, the system had scanned Juezhou’s body. The bottle of mineral water thrown at him had been spiked with an aphrodisiac. It wasn’t a large amount, but if Juezhou hadn’t avoided drinking it and had only gotten some on his skin, he might have been overcome with insatiable desire in front of everyone.
Zhou Chenyu tightened his grip on the clothes in his hands, his smile vanishing instantly. “You’re not going to pursue it?”
“How could I not?” Juezhou said. “I’ll wait a while. He was brutally beaten by someone yesterday for some reason. I find it a bit hard to strike at someone who’s already injured.”
Zhou Chenyu laughed ambiguously. “You’ve never been this kind to me.”
Juezhou had missed quite a few classes.
Although he had finished the important major courses ahead of schedule, he had almost never attended the basic theory classes that gave him the biggest headaches. Now, he had to attend them with the freshmen.
The next morning, Juezhou set his alarm for 6:00 AM, but he dawdled until 8:00 AM before finally scrambling out of bed. He washed up quickly, grabbed his books, and barely caught the morning train.
The teacher had already arrived and was tidying things on the lectern. Juezhou pulled the hood of his sweatshirt down low, wore a mask, and slipped through the back door. He chose a seat in the very last row and opened his terminal.
The teacher for the basic theory class was very young and had a gentle voice, but he was far too immersed in his own world. While the freshmen in the front rows were listening intently, the “old veterans” in the back rows were already slumped over their desks, each sleeping more soundly than the last.
Juezhou’s head began to sway, bit by bit, and his notes gradually turned into messy scribbles.
Something warm pressed against the back of his hand, gently brushing his pinky finger.
“Good morning, Mr. Juezhou,” a youth’s clear, clean voice rang out.
Drowsiness forced a few crystal-like tears from the corners of Juezhou’s eyes. He let out a yawn, his eyes opening mistily to see a bottle of warm milk in front of him.
The knuckles of the hand holding the glass bottle were exquisite, and the protruding wrist bone was partially covered by a light-colored sweater. Looking up, he saw the boy’s sharp jawline.
Juezhou hadn’t expected Xie Wenchen to actually remember to accompany him to class; even he had forgotten about it.
However, he was so sleepy he couldn’t muster the energy to humiliate Xie Wenchen, so he lazily twitched his fingers.
Xie Wenchen’s fingertips paused on the desk. “If Mr. Juezhou is tired, please sleep for a while.”
Juezhou: “I’m not tired at all, it’s fine—”
The next second, his voice cut off abruptly.
Xie Wenchen looked up to see that Juezhou had fallen back asleep.
Xie Wenchen: …
He moved his terminal to block the teacher’s view from the lectern.
The early morning air was chilly, and the classroom lacked a climate control system. Xie Wenchen took off his coat and draped it over Juezhou.
In his dream, Juezhou restlessly clutched the corner of Xie Wenchen’s sleeve and murmured a soft, “So hungry.”
He had been in such a rush this morning that he hadn’t had time to eat the breakfast Zhou Chenyu left on the table.
Xie Wenchen had already become a qualified “little lover”—he gently tilted Juezhou’s chin up and carefully brought the glass bottle to Juezhou’s lips, feeding the milk through the slight opening.
It was sweet.
Juezhou opened his lips, and the warm milk flowed down his throat. Xie Wenchen’s movements were careful, ensuring he didn’t choke.
The excess milk overflowed from the corner of his lips. Xie Wenchen watched expressionlessly, only using his thumb to gently wipe it away when it reached Juezhou’s jaw.
The pale red lips were coated with a bit of white. Juezhou kept his eyes half-closed, allowing Xie Wenchen to do as he pleased, looking inexplicably fragile.
The pleasure brought by physical contact made Juezhou instinctively nuzzle against Xie Wenchen. Before he could absorb much warmth, Xie Wenchen suddenly spread his palm, covering Juezhou’s eyelids.
The morning light was blocked out, and his vision fell into darkness.
Something moist, warm, and soft pressed against Juezhou’s jaw, curling away all the milk stains with a damp heat.
Juezhou’s calves trembled slightly from the ticklish sensation, and his drowsiness faded a bit, but the hand the youth held over his eyes was so firm it was almost impossible to resist.
His thoughts fell into a state of chaos; Juezhou couldn’t even process what Xie Wenchen was using to touch him. The soft flesh of his jaw was being desecrated, sucked several times into a warm place.
On the lectern, the teacher was talking to himself at a high volume; no one noticed the far corner of the classroom. However, the occasional sounds of whispered conversations around them made Juezhou feel as if they had already been discovered.
What little remained of his rationality kept Juezhou from making any unseemly noises, but his teeth uncontrollably parted slightly as he let out a soft, pleading breath from his throat.
Xie Wenchen finally let go and used a wet wipe to gently clean Juezhou’s jaw.
Juezhou’s eyelashes were damp, and the circles around his eyes were a faint red. He panted softly with unsteady breath, yet his reactions and emotions remained sluggish—innocent and bewildered.
He couldn’t help but grab Xie Wenchen’s left hand, feeling the rise and fall of the knuckles in his palm.
System, did Xie Wenchen secretly lick my jaw? Juezhou said, startled.
The system scanned for a moment, found nothing out of the ordinary, and denied Juezhou’s suspicion.
Xie Wenchen also spoke up: “Mr. Juezhou, some milk just spilled onto your jaw.” His attitude was entirely calm; he clearly hadn’t done anything.
Juezhou thought about it and realized he was probably right. Xie Wenchen hated him so much, how could he do something so perverted as… secretly kissing him while he was sleepy? He must have mistaken the warm wet wipe for Xie Wenchen’s tongue.
Earlier, a few drops of milk had fallen onto Juezhou’s leg. Xie Wenchen took a tissue and wiped it away unhurriedly.
The moment that unfamiliar warmth touched him, Juezhou instinctively clamped down on Xie Wenchen’s right hand. While his other limbs were limp and powerless, the muscles there tensed up tight.
Xie Wenchen tried a few times but couldn’t pull his hand away, so he had to look up at Juezhou. “Mr. Juezhou, please let go.”
Juezhou’s lips trembled pitifully, and in a voice tinged with a sob, he let out a soft, “Oh.”