Chapter 120 – Extra 12

After saying that, Caesar wanted to leave, but under such a fiery situation, if he could just walk away unscathed, then Luo Chenzhou wouldn’t be Luo Chenzhou. Just as the man was about to stand up, he suddenly felt his wrist being grabbed. He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, about to say something, but in the next second, an unexpected force yanked him forward violently—

The loud splash of water drowned out the heavy thud of the man’s back hitting the wall and his muffled groan. Raising his hand, Caesar helplessly brushed aside the damp bangs that had just dried but were now wet again, swearing to himself that no one in his entire life had ever dared to do something like this to him.

At this moment, two grown men, neither of whom could be described as slender or petite, were squeezed into a bathtub together—making the once-spacious tub instantly feel incredibly cramped.

“Hey…”

The black-haired young man, whose foot was swollen like a pig’s trotter and should have had difficulty moving, was now straddling Caesar’s waist, his face filled with an inexplicable smugness. Pressed into the bathtub that he had just filled with water himself, Caesar’s freshly changed underwear and pants were undoubtedly soaked again, clinging heavily to his skin. Uncomfortable, the man frowned and pushed at the young man sitting firmly on top of him, but when the other showed no intention of moving, he simply gave up and rested his arms casually on the edge of the tub. He looked up, meeting the black eyes that were staring down at him without blinking—

Caesar was still Caesar. Faced with this bizarre situation, the man who had weathered countless storms remained completely calm. He even had the audacity to curl his lips into a devilishly charming smile, as if the one being pinned down wasn’t him but Luo Chenzhou.

“So,” the man’s amber eyes sparkled with amusement, “is this your welcome gift for the new professor? Isn’t it a bit too intense?”

“That sentence can be rephrased,” Luo Chenzhou said, slapping the man’s bronzed, firm chest twice with a shameless grin. “I interpret your words as—come on, take off my pants, then take off yours, so we can create the grand harmony of life together.”

Hearing this nonsensical bravado, Caesar didn’t get angry. Instead, he let out a low chuckle. Slowly raising his hand, he hooked a finger under the black-haired young man’s sharp chin with a teasing smirk. Luo Chenzhou realized at that moment that this man was a true demon. No matter the situation—whether on a toilet or in a bathtub with his pants on—he could turn whatever he was sitting on into a golden throne.

“Before we create the grand harmony of life, I think you’ve skipped a step and forgotten a fact,” the man said, staring at the young man straddling his waist. “A 1¹1: a top is still a 1, even if he’s pinned down at the moment. If the grand harmony of life has to be achieved in our current position, I’m afraid the only option is the mounted position.”

As he spoke, the man’s hand slowly caressed Luo Chenzhou’s well-toned waist—let’s rewind the scene a bit. Before they both tumbled into the bathtub, Caesar was still wearing his pants, while Luo Chenzhou was completely naked, having been in the middle of a shower. This serious issue made Luo Chenzhou, who had initially thought he had successfully teased Caesar, suddenly realize that no one in history had ever stripped themselves naked before trying to tease someone.

Overcome with shame for his own lack of foresight, the pure-hearted college student immediately stiffened. He sat rigidly astride the man’s waist, stuck in the bathtub, his expression looking as if he had already died once. Unsurprisingly, none of this escaped Caesar’s sharp eyes.

Without keen observation skills, how could he be a teacher?

So when the professor’s rough, warm hand touched his student’s waist, the young man, who was usually not ticklish, felt his waist go soft—so soft that even though he quickly realized he was about to make a fool of himself again, he couldn’t stop it.

The flash of amusement in those dog-like eyes, which seemed even more blinding under the reflection of the bathroom’s white tiles and the warm orange light, made Luo Chenzhou deeply aware that his little reaction had naturally been thoroughly analyzed by the man, who had always been a master of insight and multitasking.

Luo Chenzhou sighed.

This was the downside of having a partner who was too smart—every day was like a battle of wits, and it never ended until one of them was defeated.

As he sighed, the black-haired young man realized that in terms of mental battles, he had never been Caesar’s match throughout history. How should he describe those amber eyes? They were a man’s eyes, fierce and sharp, yet when you looked into them, you couldn’t help but be drawn into their depths. Whenever they argued, if you accidentally met those eyes, your brain would automatically switch to atonement mode.

This was also why the crew of the Wind Fury had mistakenly believed that the captain and his man had an incredibly good relationship.

It wasn’t because they didn’t fight. It was because their great captain was naturally equipped with a pair of peach blossom eyes that were tailor-made to destroy Luo Chenzhou. Whenever he met those amber dog eyes, no matter what they were doing, the love-struck navigator’s mind would immediately be filled with only one sentence: beg to hug his thigh.

Literally.

And then Luo Chenzhou would go and hug his thigh even when they were in the middle of a cold war.

And then there was no more “then.”

Everyone thought the captain and his partner of the Wind Fury were too loving. What they didn’t know was that out of the 24 hours in a day, they spent about seven to eight hours suppressing the urge to strangle each other, ten hours sleeping, and four hours eating.

Thinking of this, Luo Chenzhou sighed again at his lack of progress over the past 500 years.

Caesar, lying in the bathtub like a lord, couldn’t hold back anymore. “If you’re going to sigh, get out.”

“Is that how you talk to your student?”

“I doubt you’ll find a student anywhere on this planet who sits bare-assed on their professor’s abdomen,” Caesar retorted coolly. “And certainly not one who cries while ejaculating in their professor’s hand.”

“…What kind of logic is that? You’re the one who grabbed me!”

“I did grab you, but you didn’t have to come.”

“Do you think this is soccer? Can you just not score at the last moment?!”

The man raised an eyebrow, as if silently replying: Of course, any problem?

Luo Chenzhou was furious.

When his male dignity was challenged, he unleashed his inner tyrant—like the most ruthless rogue, the black-haired young man glared fiercely. With the man’s silent permission, he quickly yanked down his underwear. Without even taking the time to admire the enticing sight of the man’s impressive length, clearly outlined through the wet fabric, Luo Chenzhou ruthlessly abandoned any pretense of taking it slow. He lowered his head and, without hesitation, took the man’s massive member into his mouth through the damp fabric.

Oh, and before he took Caesar into his mouth, he had one last line.

Which was—

“To hell with your damn self-control!”

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