WFY 4

Happy times never lasted long. It was already time to say goodbye.

Xu Ran added a toast emoji and sent it in the group chat.

Classes were starting tomorrow. They had only gotten two days of rest after military training, but Xu Ran felt like he had already lived through half a lifetime’s worth of chaos.

If someone asked what it felt like sharing a room with Pan Hao, Xu Ran would sum it up with two words: pure suffering.

The other two roommates were clearly never going to show up. How could someone just ignore something as important as starting college? Xu Ran thought about it for a long time and gave up. No point in thinking too much.

He held a short moment of silence for his own miserable future.

His phone started blowing up with messages.

It was from the group chat his high school brothers had made. They had all gone off to different universities across the country. Everyone was venting about the same crap. Xu Ran watched their messages flood in like a storm. Finally, someone threw in a rainbow-colored glitter emoji to mark the end of it all.

But before that glitter could settle, someone sent a voice message.

Fifty-nine seconds long.

What the fuck? Xu Ran frowned. He had music playing through his headphones and hated getting voice notes. He replied instantly:

“Your hands broken or what? Can you just type like a normal person?”

The guy replied with text: Said if you want to listen, listen. If not, fuck off.

Xu Ran smirked and replied: Look who’s all worked up now. Come on, meow for me.

The guy obviously wasn’t called Fake Bitch. His name was Jia Mao. Xu Ran had laughed his guts out the first day he heard it. Clearly, the guy was born with brat energy.

Jia Mao didn’t even get mad. Probably used to it. Sometimes they called him Fake Bitch. Sometimes House Cat. That was how the whole meow joke had started in the first place.

The longer they chatted, the more Xu Ran started to feel like he was back in high school. He had never been much of a student. His strongest memory from back then was the same as most students: that tense, bittersweet feeling right before the college entrance exam. Still, those three years had genuinely been the happiest time of his life.

When Pan Hao came back to the dorm, he saw Xu Ran sitting like some kind of creep: legs crossed on a chair, one hand holding his face, the other holding his phone, grinning like a pervert.

Xu Ran looked up when he entered. The scent pulled his attention instantly. One look was all it took to spot the takeout box in Pan Hao’s hand. That delicious smell was coming straight from it.

His old high school buddies were instantly forgotten. He tossed his phone aside and stared at the box with hungry eyes.

“Close your damn mouth. You’re drooling all over the place.”

Pan Hao walked over to his desk and set down the bag. He turned on his computer without looking up. A few clicks, and the game launcher was already going.

“What did you get? Gimme some.”

Xu Ran pulled up a chair and leaned in. Pan Hao ignored him completely. He put on his headphones and, while waiting for the game to load, picked up a skewer and started eating.

Xu Ran watched for a few seconds, then got bored and went back to his desk. Pan Hao kept eating and playing, totally unaware of what Xu Ran was up to.

Then a bottle of soda landed on his desk. Xu Ran’s grinning face hovered right in front of the screen.

“Move. The fuck are you doing?”

Pan Hao almost slapped him. But then he saw that dumbass grin and hesitated. He shoved a few skewers to the side of the box.

“Take it and get lost.”

Xu Ran grinned even wider. He grabbed a stick of barbecue and started munching while watching the game.

But after a while, his attention drifted. His eyes left the screen and focused on Pan Hao. From the first day, he had thought this guy was tall as hell. Then he realized he had a temper and liked grabbing people. But to be honest, aside from that one incident in the hallway, Pan Hao hadn’t really done much to him.

Back then he used to find everything about the guy annoying. But maybe it was the food, or maybe it was watching Pan Hao focus so seriously on his game, but something felt different. Xu Ran realized he had started drooling for real.

Fuck.

He wiped his mouth quickly and glanced at Pan Hao again. Great. The bastard didn’t even care. Not even a glance his way.

Xu Ran walked back to his desk with a pout. He looked at his junk laptop and immediately got pissed. What the hell was the point of owning this thing. Even downloading a video turned into a slideshow.

Now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he watched porn.

He was full. Time to take care of the other hunger.

He clicked open his computer and went to the E drive. He opened a folder named “Study Materials – How to Operate an Excavator.” That name had been there for three or four years. His parents never bothered checking his laptop anyway. It was just for peace of mind.

He double-clicked to open his favorite video. The damn thing took a few minutes to load. Xu Ran glanced back at Pan Hao. Good. The bastard was fully focused.

That was a relief. He roughly calculated how long it would take from watching to getting hard to finishing. Most likely Pan Hao would still be glued to his game, lost in that online addiction of his. Xu Ran let out a dry cough, carefully plugged in his earphones, made sure no sound was leaking, then hit play.

He really missed the old days when the whole dorm used to watch porn together. They’d pretend to use earphones, but of course nobody dared to play it out loud. One mistake and the dorm warden would show up. Even if there was no official punishment, his parents would have beaten his ass raw. Back then, they would all stare straight at the screen. The lack of sound was never the problem.

The intro was familiar. The actress was familiar. The uniform was familiar. Even the cheesy lines were the same.

Fuck. Everything was just too familiar.

Halfway through, they were already groping tits. Xu Ran had always loved this actress’s boobs. Big, soft, and round as hell. Just seeing her used to be enough to get him rock hard in seconds.

But this time nothing was happening.

The girl in the video was already moaning like a mosquito in heat. They were getting into it. The male actor’s face was blurred, and every time Xu Ran saw that pixelation, he had to give the censor guy a mental thumbs-up. That was how you blur a face right.

The guy’s dick was thick, dark, and massive. The woman looked like her eyes were about to roll back from getting pounded so hard.

Still, why was it not doing it for him?

Xu Ran looked completely dead inside. He checked his crotch. No response. He looked back at the screen. The guy had grabbed the woman’s waist and was pounding her like a pile driver. Her body twisted like a snake, but she kept moaning with that fake resistance vibe.

Finally, there was a stir down there.

Xu Ran almost teared up on the spot. For the last ten minutes, he had been trapped in a state of what the fuck is wrong with me, am I fucking impotent, it must be that bastard Pan Hao scaring the dick out of me, shit I might need therapy.

He licked his lips, ready to reach into his pants and pull out that chunk of flesh.

Then he heard a chair scraping behind him.

Fuck these garbage earphones! Xu Ran froze. His hand had just slipped into his waistband, hadn’t even touched his underwear yet. He yanked it out, pulled off the earphones, and turned around.

Pan Hao was standing right behind him.

That always smug face of his finally had a smile, just like the first day they met. His big white teeth practically blinded Xu Ran.

In that moment, Xu Ran’s soul left his body. The feeling was not far off from that time he was humped by a friend’s poodle and someone caught it on camera. That damn photo still existed, and those idiots pulled it out to laugh at him every now and then. He was sitting on the couch, leaning back with a dead look in his eyes, while the tiny dog clung to his leg and went at it like crazy.

This felt exactly like that. He was going to be laughed at until he died.

“What the fuck are you looking at. Never seen someone watching porn?!”

Xu Ran snapped. He shouted several times in a row, loud enough to hurt his throat. Then he coughed like hell and turned around to look for something to drink.

A bottle with a straw was handed to him.

Xu Ran took it without even thinking and drank a few sips. Once he calmed down, he looked back at the screen.

The first guy had already pulled out. The actress was now wearing a school swimsuit while a pair of pervy hands rubbed oil all over her body and groped every inch of her.

He glanced at Pan Hao again. The guy was still staring at the screen with serious expressions.

Was this bastard getting hard too? Xu Ran squinted and glanced down at his crotch. No bulge.

Was the video cursed or something? How the hell were two guys watching porn and neither one of them getting hard?

Maybe Pan Hao was just small. Even if he was hard, you wouldn’t be able to tell.

Being tall clearly had no guarantees.

Xu Ran was snickering openly now. He didn’t bother hiding it. He kept stealing glances at Pan Hao’s crotch while giggling under his breath like an idiot. He leaned so far to the side he almost fell off his chair.

Pan Hao saw all of it.