OAS 10

The mountains stood silent. The rivers ceased to flow.

He Ziwei’s brain short-circuited. He stood frozen in front of the desk, the smile on his face still stuck in the last moment, the corners of his lips lifted in a warped expression. Under Tang Zhou’s gaze, it held firm like a glitch in a paused video.

“Ah! What a coincidence!” he said in a tone that sounded like he was reciting a poem in praise of the motherland. Tang Zhou was wearing a dull gray jacket today, nothing eye-catching. From a distance, He Ziwei hadn’t recognized him.

Tang Zhou pretended to take the greeting at face value and returned a polite smile. He patted the seat beside him and said in a warm, inviting voice, “Come sit.”

He Ziwei gave a courteous nod and politely declined. “No, no, I’m good right here.”

“Alright then,” Tang Zhou replied agreeably. Then he stood, walked around the desk, and sat down in the empty seat beside him anyway. He never actually expected He Ziwei to switch seats.

“… ” He Ziwei was stunned by the sheer brazenness of it. Tang Zhou casually pulled a book from the stack of reference materials on the desk.

“The library only has two copies of this one, and both are checked out. You don’t mind if I use it, do you?”

He Ziwei shook his head furiously. Tang Zhou flipped the book open, glanced up at him, and asked lightly, “Sit down. You’re not working on your thesis?”

After a moment of hesitation, He Ziwei’s rational mind kicked back in. A few students nearby had already started casting curious glances their way. His seat was on the inner side of the table. If he wanted to switch places, he’d have to climb over Tang Zhou. He didn’t feel like making a scene in the library. After a few seconds of internal struggle, he sat down next to him.

He pretended to read, flipping pages at random while sneaking glances at Tang Zhou. His nerves were a mess, but after a while, he noticed something strange. Tang Zhou really did seem to be researching. He was flipping through the book steadily, pausing every so often to jot down a few thoughts.

In a public space like this, Tang Zhou couldn’t very well fuck him or punch him. He Ziwei gradually began to relax and actually got into his thesis writing.

That was when he realized he had vastly underestimated just how shameless Tang Zhou could be.

After half an hour of peaceful coexistence, a hand suddenly landed on his crotch.

He didn’t even have time to react before the hand had yanked his zipper down and slipped inside, grabbing his soft cock in a rough squeeze. He Ziwei froze on the spot.

Sensing his stare, Tang Zhou turned his head slightly in response. His right hand continued writing out a detailed outline on his draft paper. His left, which had seized control of the situation, completely ignored He Ziwei’s frozen panic and began to move.

“Keep it down. You want people to notice?”

They were sitting at a desk in the far corner. It was Friday class hours, and the reading room only had a few scattered students. That made it especially quiet. The wide table and chairs blocked what was happening underneath, but if there was any noise, it wouldn’t be hard to get caught. He Ziwei had tried to resist, but his movements had been too big. A few students nearby had already looked over.

Tang Zhou didn’t seem remotely concerned about the fact that this was broad daylight in a public library. His movements were quick, precise, and hit all the right spots. Even though He Ziwei was filled with dread, his cock paid no attention. It was already starting to harden.

To the right of their table stood a tall bookshelf. If anyone came over to grab a book now, they would see everything. The entire filthy act would be exposed in a single glance. The library air still carried the heavy scent of paper and ink, but now it was laced with something more primal, faint threads of musk creeping in. His cock swelled in Tang Zhou’s hand, a bead of precum clinging to the tip. It quivered there for a second before being smeared by a quick brush of Tang Zhou’s fingers.

Doing something this depraved in such a public space filled He Ziwei with shame. But his mind burned hot, and his body responded with a rush of arousal that he couldn’t fight. Pleasure surged through him fast and hard. His whole body trembled with excitement, his knees nearly giving out.

He grabbed the stack of books on the table and shoved them in front of himself as a shield. Then he slumped forward, burying his flushed face in the crook of his arm. A tiny, breathy whimper slipped out from his throat.

Tang Zhou picked up the pace. His hand stroked faster, his voice low as he spoke.

“You’ve been hiding out here all week?”

“…Mm.” His slit was being rubbed over and over by Tang Zhou’s thumb, sharp and merciless. A sound escaped his nose. He didn’t know whether it was a moan or a reply. Muffled by his sleeves and shirt, it came out husky and vague.

Tang Zhou’s hand moved rougher now as he continued the interrogation.

“Phone off. Ignoring me. You’ve been dodging me?”

He Ziwei didn’t answer. He bit down hard on his lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape. Dopamine bloomed like fireworks in his brain, and Tang Zhou’s voice suddenly felt far away.

“Look at me.” Tang Zhou gave his cock a firm squeeze. “Lift your head. Look at me.”

He Ziwei flinched from the jolt of pain, but the shock immediately twisted into pleasure. His body responded instinctively. He raised his head, the corners of his eyes glistening.

“You’re avoiding me,” Tang Zhou said again, locking eyes with him.

“I’m not—ah!” He Ziwei started to deny it, but then Tang Zhou’s hand slid down and roughly fondled his balls. The sound he let out came sharp and broken, far too loud.

The student at the table in front of them glanced back, frowning in confusion. He Ziwei froze, breath caught in his throat. Tang Zhou calmly turned his head and gave the student a polite smile. The student, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, looked away again.

He Ziwei was gasping quietly for air. Under the desk, Tang Zhou’s hand never stopped. His fingers pressed and pulled at the sensitive spot beneath his balls, rubbing the two swollen sacs until they shifted out of shape. A dull ache began to spread through his lower back. His body trembled violently, teetering on the edge of climax, but just before he could come, Tang Zhou’s thumb pressed down hard on the tip and forced it back.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Tang Zhou’s voice came steady.

He Ziwei looked up. There was no real expression on Tang Zhou’s face, but he could tell that hee was angry.

His lips parted and trembled slightly. His eyes turned glassy, blurred with frustration and helplessness. He looked pitiful, like he didn’t know where to turn. After a long pause, his lips quivered again, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’m sorry.”