There it was again, the blushing ears and complicated gaze of the junior before him.
From the sudden kiss to the invitation, Clyde wondered what these actions meant.
He could tell that Zane didn’t like him romantically, but his reactions didn’t point to Clyde being disliked either.
Maybe he does have a bone to pick with Oliver.
Before Zane could change his mind, Clyde calmly accepted his invitation.
“The bathroom is over there.” The cabin wasn’t large.
The main entrance opened to a room with a large mattress laid out on the floor.
Then there was a bathroom with a shower and a small kitchen with basic cooking amenities that had another door leading toward the back.
Zane paced around the room anxiously, unsure of how to interact with Clyde now that the system had filled his mind with obscene materials.
[In the book ‘Dance of the Fires,’ one of the characters faked dizziness and fell into the arms of the male lead.
The suddenness of the situation caused them to stumble and fall on top of each other.
Heated breath tickled their faces as the fireplace illuminated their dark eyes.
It felt like an eternity, and just like that, the forces of the world brought their lips together in a heated battle.
Their hands reached inside their clothes, rubbing areas that had never been touched before—.]
SHUT UP!
I GET IT ALREADY!
The ramblings of the mechanical voice continued despite the host’s pleas.
It had already recited more than five examples, of which Zane could pull and use in this situation.
[Once it starts, I will activate automatic lubrication to help make sex easier for you both.]
Wow.
You’re really planning this well, aren’t you?
Did I say I was going to be the one getting fucked!?
FORGET THAT!
Why do you think we’ll be doing it in the first place!?
[You still have about 10 minutes before you will be called to dinner.
I suggest that Master start now and finish after dinner.]
What are you even talking about?
The sound of running water stopped, and out stepped a wet Clyde.
The drops of water that clung to the tips of his hair and brows gradually fell.
Every step he took forward caused a streak to slide down his beautiful skin.
Zane’s eyes followed as it traced his prominent Adam’s apple, only for it to be absorbed by the collar of his shirt.
Clyde noticed the gaze but didn’t acknowledge it.
Instead, his finger toyed with the buttons, slowly unhooking them to reveal more of his skin.
Oh damn…
I think he’s seducing me, System.
The beloved child of the heavens was truly captivating.
Zane even found himself swallowing as he watched Clyde swipe away the wetness along his throat.
“Should I grab a towel?” After recollecting himself, Zane dryly spoke while he rummaged through his stuff.
Clyde had already removed his shoes upon entering.
He took the opportunity to wash his face and feet, so he could sit on the mattress without worrying that he would dirty it.
Thanks to the floor mat in front of the sink, he didn’t have to worry about walking around with wet feet.
Zane returned with the small face towel and handed it to Clyde.
For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should join him on the bed or sit on the floor instead.
“The floor is dirty.
Sit here.” All it took was for Clyde to mention the word ‘dirty’ for Zane to plop on the mattress beside him.
“The cold water helped with the sickness, right?”
“Hm.” Clyde hummed while he dabbed the towel wherever it felt wet.
“What’s wrong?
“There’s something in my eye.”
What…the fuck?
The situation suddenly became one of those infamous scenes in romance.
Zane stared blankly at Clyde.
His gaze followed those beautiful fingers as they gently rubbed at the injured eye.
“Go wash your eyeballs!” He gripped one side of the collar, pulling Clyde to his feet and dragging him into the bathroom again.
This is not happening!
I’m not blowing on that shit!
Zane released his grip, only now noticing the crumpled shirt as they stood face to face.
The tugging had caused more of Clyde’s chest to become exposed.
“Lean down and cup the water in your hands.” Zane yanked the towel away and forced the other to do as he said.
“Blink in the water a few times.
That should help get rid of whatever is in there.”
“Are you sure the water is clean?”
“I checked the pH level and everything already!”
A soft chuckle escaped Clyde’s lips.
He did as he was told, even though the discomfort had already disappeared.
He assumed that it was a stray eyelash that fell into it when he was wiping his face.
“Is it better?” Zane stared at Clyde’s soaked face with concern.
He was taken aback even more by how attractive this man was at such a close distance.
His lashes, wet by the water, made his eyes look darker and more mysterious than before.
Clyde stared at the stupefied expression on Zane’s face.
His gaze shifted lower, lingering on those healthy lips that parted from his stupor.
Clyde was suddenly reminded of the warmth that pressed against his own a couple of days ago.
He didn’t mind his cream-colored shirt getting wetter by the second.
His only interest was Zane and his crazy antics.
His carefully styled hair fell over his eyes, the ends dripping water everywhere.
Zane was only a couple of inches shorter than he was, making it very convenient to stare at one another at eye level.
A few drops of water fell on Zane’s nose and cheeks, waking him from the trance-like state.
He hadn’t yet processed what was happening, only knowing that the wet hair felt ticklish.
“Zane!
Time to eat!” Loud knocking, followed by the sound of Professor Reed, entered his ears.
“I’m heading out first!”
“We’re even…” The ticklish feeling disappeared once Clyde stepped back.
Only the lingering warmth from his hot breath and the cold sensation on his lips haunted Zane.
[TARGET Clyde’s current goodwill towards Master is 10%.]
Did he really get me back for kissing him?
Clyde snatched the towel back to dry himself with.
Only when he looked presentable did he turn back to face Zane’s questioning gaze.
[Master should think of kissing him back to assert dominance.]
The system’s nonsense made him blush furiously.
His stomach felt all types of weird.
One moment it tingled, one moment it churned, all of which felt new to Zane, who had long forgotten much of his human life.
“What was that for?” Not knowing what to do, Zane decided to go with what the system suggested.
He grabbed Clyde’s shoulder and leaned in for a quick peck on the lips.
Seeing the confusion on his face made Zane feel slightly better.
“Asserting dominance.”
[TARGET Clyde’s current goodwill towards Master is 4%.]
He quickly wiped away the wet drops on Zane’s face and turned to leave.
This is your fault!
Zane followed him out, only stopping to grab a pair of socks for Clyde when he saw that the other person was barefoot.
“It’s gross to wear shoes without socks.” Clyde didn’t argue with him.
By the time they got to the town hall, almost everyone was seated.
“CLYDE!” Oliver shouted and waved for Clyde to sit at their table.
Zane didn’t really want to be near the protagonist, so he planned on sitting with the professors, but was stopped by Clyde.
“Where are you going?” Zane pointed at the other table.
“I thought you wanted to assert dominance?”
“…” Zane didn’t know how to argue with what was said.
“I don’t—”
[TARGET Clyde’s current goodwill towards Master is 2%.]
HUH!?
“—I don’t plan on leaving your side!
Even for a moment!”
[TARGET Clyde’s current goodwill towards Master is 10%.]
PHEW!
These people are so hard to please…
“Aren’t you funny?” Zane had no choice but to follow Clyde to his table.
“Clyde~,” Oliver spoke sweetly and tried to cling to Clyde’s arm, but failed.
His eyes instantly grew the size of a marble at the rejection.
“Sit here.”
‘Why is he here!?” It wasn’t until Oliver heard Clyde speak that he noticed Zane’s presence.
He was ignored completely.
“You were together, C?” Instead of speaking to Zane, who sat in between the two, Michael spoke over him.
Seeing his friend nod, Michael then shifted his focus to Zane.
“Where are you staying?”
“The cabins.”
“The cabins, huh?” Michael glanced between the two men, noticing the damp shirt and hair on Clyde.
“Did you play with water or something?”
“Do you want to borrow my sweater?” Oliver also noticed and chimed in.
His fair cheeks blushed a pale red as he shyly spoke.
The wet, unbuttoned shirt made the normally reserved Clyde look unusually sexy.
Oliver felt his palm tingle from excitement.
Knowing that they would be sharing a tent, he had already planned on claiming Clyde as his once and for all.
“What do you think?” Zane frowned when the question was suddenly thrown at him.
Clyde watched him closely, waiting to hear how he would answer it.
“If he wants to wear something, wouldn’t my clothes be a better fit?” Zane pictured Clyde trying to fit into the smaller-sized clothes and found it funny.
If it weren’t for Oliver slamming his hand on the table, he would have already burst out laughing.
“Shameless!” Oliver gnawed on his bottom lip and glanced at Clyde’s expression.
He knew Clyde hated sharing things.
It was the same with having to use someone else’s stuff.
“Who wants to wear your cheap clothes!?”
“He can just wear Michael’s clothes.
What’s the big deal?” It was the first time he called them by their names.
Zane didn’t notice the male leads’ gazes as he lazily leaned back in his chair.
[TARGET Michael’s current goodwill towards Master is 25%.]
All of a sudden?