SYU 8. Terrible Technique

“Shh! Shh! Shh!” Wu Jinshan made a few silencing gestures, but they were useless. Chen Xiucheng still flailed and kicked like he had lost his mind.

There wasn’t much room on a single bed. Helpless, Wu Jinshan had no choice but to straddle Chen Xiucheng’s thighs, pinning down his lower half. He grabbed his wildly swinging right hand and pressed both wrists together above his head, trying to explain.

“There was class, but the professor canceled last minute, so I came back.”

Coming back to the dorm was nothing unusual. The surprise was finding Chen Xiucheng there too.

They weren’t even in the same major, so most of their classes didn’t overlap. The rest of the time, Chen Xiucheng was either out or hanging around someone else’s room. Whether it was eating, doing homework, or just hanging around, he always stuck with that pack of friends. The only time he unwillingly came back to 502 was to sleep.

Given how badly they got along, it was no wonder Chen Xiucheng went out of his way to avoid him.

Wu Jinshan had been wanting to talk to Chen Xiucheng one-on-one for a while, but catching him alone had been impossible. So when he came back to find Chen Xiucheng lying alone on the bed, he immediately seized the chance.

Even he found it strange that the thought of “having a talk” had popped into his head.

They had been roommates for half a year, and every time they opened their mouths, it was to fight.

So what was there to talk about?

As Chen Xiucheng struggled, the thin white shirt he was wearing rode up, exposing his soft, pale belly. His shorts had also been tugged halfway down, barely clinging to his hip bones. Wu Jinshan stared at that little wobbling belly button and drifted off for a second.

“Keep your voice down. Don’t wake Brick Head,” he murmured, slowly letting go of the hand covering Chen Xiucheng’s mouth.

Chen Xiucheng wouldn’t care about waking Brick Head up, but in their current position, it was a little too awkward. Definitely not something anyone should be seeing.

“Get off me! Get off! Don’t sit on me!”

Chen Xiucheng twisted and shoved at him twice, but didn’t dare raise his voice. Wu Jinshan stayed perfectly still while his own crotch had already pitched a quiet little tent.

“You—” Wu Jinshan had noticed too. He looked up at Chen Xiucheng with an expression that was hard to read.

“You what? This is a perfectly normal physiological reaction! You’re the one sitting on me!”

That damned traitor.

Chen Xiucheng wanted to slap his own dick.

Wu Jinshan laughed.

He never laughed. When he did, it always meant trouble.

“I never said you weren’t normal.” He shifted off, but made no move to leave. Instead, he found a spot to sit cross-legged on the narrow bed, his tall frame taking up most of the space.

Chen Xiucheng had thin skin. Just a little friction and he was already blushing. His cheeks were visibly red.

Wu Jinshan stared at him from up close, then reached out and touched his face. “Why’s it red? Are you sick again?” he asked deliberately.

“You’re the one who’s sick. You’ve got a disease in every part of your body.” Chen Xiucheng slapped his hand away in embarrassment and irritation. “If you’ve got something to say, say it. If not, get lost.”

Wu Jinshan didn’t pull back. Instead, he reached for the bulge in Chen Xiucheng’s pants and gave it a light squeeze. “Feeling uncomfortable? Need a hand?”

“I have hands of my own. Why would I need you?”

Chen Xiucheng, who was normally loud and brash, had to keep his voice down. Flustered and irritated, he could only shoot Wu Jinshan a glare, powerless against the teasing.

He had never imagined Wu Jinshan could be this clingy or annoying. Hadn’t he hated him to death before? So what was with all this closeness now? Coming over just to chitchat?

“I just came to check if your ass has healed. Still sore?”

Wu Jinshan narrowed his eyes, scanning Chen Xiucheng’s body. Was it because he hadn’t seen him in a while that he suddenly looked kind of cute? Or maybe it was just that, when he wasn’t shouting, he wasn’t actually that annoying.

“Your eye’s already healed. You think my ass wouldn’t be by now?” Chen Xiucheng rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who hurt me. Now you’re pretending to care?”

Chen Xiucheng had always believed that, in life, it was better to make friends than enemies. When he first moved into the dorm, he hadn’t planned on fighting with Wu Jinshan. He even offered him snacks, tried to chat a bit. Everything had been fine, until Wu Jinshan suddenly kicked him and then started cursing him out.

Well, if someone cursed at him, of course he’d curse back. And as for Wu Jinshan shoving a finger up his ass, there was no way Chen Xiucheng was going to let that slide with just two punches.

Because it fucking hurt. Like, really hurt.

When he got back that day, his waist and back were sore for three full days, and his asshole didn’t feel right for a week. It was not just painful. It was humiliating. If he ever got the chance, he was going to tear Wu Jinshan apart.

“It’s all good now, all good. I messed up and hurt you,” Wu Jinshan said, bracing his elbows on the mattress and lowering his head to apologize. His tone was surprisingly sincere.

Wait a second, was this really Wu Jinshan? Had he been swapped out? Was this a different person? Since when could Wu Jinshan speak so gently? Since when did he admit fault?

“I’m telling you, my ass hurt!”

If Wu Jinshan had just been a bit more skilled, spoken more gently, maybe been a little more sincere, and if Chen Xiucheng hadn’t woken up in pain, maybe he wouldn’t have been so pissed off.

“Yes, yes,” Wu Jinshan nodded. “It was all my fault.”

God, he really was possessed. Did he even know what he was saying?

“But my ass hurt!” Chen Xiucheng kept on complaining.

“I’ll go easy on you next time so it won’t hurt. I’ll make sure it feels good,” Wu Jinshan said, wondering if he had ever been this patient in his life. Chen Xiucheng was really pushing his limits.

“My ass—”

Wait a second. What did Wu Jinshan just say?

He said he was going to take care of me?

That one line had completely scrambled his brain.

Wu Jinshan had always been confident in his own abilities.“Think about it. Does doing it yourself feel better, or doing it with me?”

“Obviously doing it myself! Your technique sucks.”

“…”

Sucks?

My technique sucks?

That three-word verdict echoed on a loop in Wu Jinshan’s head like a thousand tiny slaps to the face. His once-confident expression crumbled in an instant, and he was left speechless.

Wu Jinshan had always been at the top, whether in academics or athletics. With his looks and physique, the word “suck” had never applied to him. Not once had he ever considered the possibility that he might be lacking in performance.

This sudden blow had him questioning everything. His dazed, devastated expression was a once-in-a-century sight.

“Bullshit! When you doing it yourself, how many times do you come? Last time with me… you came at least.. at least three times!” He held up three trembling fingers, his face a mess of shock, frustration, and disbelief.

Truly, the wheel of fate turns for everyone. Chen Xiucheng never thought he’d get to see Wu Jinshan this rattled.

But he wasn’t stupid. He knew that if Wu Jinshan was acting so out of character and trying so hard to please him, there had to be something behind it. Still, he was willing to play along just to seize this rare chance to trample on Wu Jinshan’s pride.

“Alright. If you say so, then prove it. Words mean nothing. Let’s record it,” Chen Xiucheng said, pulling out his phone while the iron was hot.

And so, with Big Brick’s snoring as background proof, Wu Jinshan clenched his teeth and solemnly declared his vow, digging himself a hole and jumping straight in.

“I, Wu Jinshan, swear from this day forward to improve my technique and make sure Chen Xiucheng is thoroughly satisfied. If I fail, may I suffer from erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation, and never have sex again for the rest of my life.”