WP Chapter 48

Jiang Yibai regretted everything. Deeply. Completely.

He regretted running his mouth and provoking the great master. He especially regretted thinking he could teach his male god anything at all.

The man learned too fast, understood too well, and was far too good at improvising. Jiang Yibai could barely handle it.

Si Shaorong had clearly lost all control after getting his first real taste. It was like he was trying to make up for everything at once, flipping Jiang Yibai around and fucking him over and over until half the night was gone.

It wasn’t until he had fucked him to exhaustion that Si Shaorong finally pulled out and got off him. He looked down at the marks trailing across Jiang Yibai’s neck, chest, stomach, and thighs. The satisfaction in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He leaned down and kissed the side of Jiang Yibai’s face, where it was damp with sweat. His breathing was still uneven. After calming himself, he got up, still naked, soaked a towel with water, and returned to carefully clean his lover’s exhausted body.

Jiang Yibai had no intention of moving. He lay there, drained and aching, cursing himself silently. He never should have teased him like that. Now he had turned a daytime gentleman into a nighttime beast.

Though, if he was being honest… it had felt amazing.

He licked his dry lips, parched from all the moaning, and was just thinking about how thirsty he was when a glass of water appeared at his mouth. It even had a straw, thoughtfully prepared so he wouldn’t have to lift his head.

He really was a male god. No matter the time or place, Si Shaorong was always so attentive and gentle.

Jiang Yibai’s throat was completely wrecked from all the shouting. Thankfully, the apartment had been soundproofed during its second renovation, or the whole building would have gotten a free late-night performance.

He drained the water in a few gulps, but his throat still burned. Every time he tried to speak, it made him want to cough. It felt like there were needles scraping the inside of his throat.

Limp and worn out, he looked over at his beast of a boyfriend. He knew he shouldn’t say anything, but his mouth still ran on its own.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Si Shaorong’s face flushed red instantly. He glanced at the lover still sprawled on the bed, his ass marked with clear finger imprints, and gave a shy, embarrassed nod.

Jiang Yibai: “…”

He couldn’t help picking up a pillow and throwing it at him. “Like hell it was good! You only cared about getting yourself off. What about me?!”

This was the first time Jiang Yibai had ever snapped at his boyfriend, but Si Shaorong didn’t feel the slightest bit annoyed. In fact, he was delighted. This felt even more like they were truly lovers now. Close, unfiltered, and completely without walls.

He crouched down beside the bed and pulled the blanket up over him. “I’ll go gentler next time.”

“You—” Jiang Yibai didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. “Next time it’s my turn! Wash your ass and wait for me, got it?”

Si Shaorong didn’t respond. He acted like he hadn’t heard a word.

Jiang Yibai looked at him in disbelief. “Wow, impressive. So the great master finally learned how to play deaf?”

Si Shaorong stood up with a serious face. “I’m taking out the trash. You go to sleep.”

His face was calm, the exact look of someone thinking, I didn’t hear that. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Jiang Yibai was so mad he burst out laughing. Then he thought about it again, and somehow this boyfriend of his seemed unbearably cute.

He hugged the pillow and laughed for a long time, sighing to himself. I’m screwed. I’ve lost every last shred of backbone in front of this man.

Si Shaorong picked up the four used condoms on the floor, each wrapped in tissue.

The brand wasn’t very comfortable. Si Shaorong made a mental note. He should try a different one next time.

The more he thought about it, the redder his ears got. He quickly cleaned everything up and stepped out to throw the trash away.

After washing his hands and coming back in, he started to worry he might forget some of the details by morning. He pulled out his little blue notebook, grabbed a pen, and sat on the bed to write:

X month, X day

There are birthmarks on his lower back and just above his ass. There’s one behind his neck, another on his ankle, and a red mole behind his calf.
He loves kissing.
He likes taking control. His voice drives me crazy.
He gets flustered when I call him Teacher Jiang.
He’s so fucking cute I can’t stand it.

As he wrote, Si Shaorong gradually fell into a daze. The feeling was strange, almost surreal. So this was what it felt like, he thought, to be with someone you truly liked. Your heart full to the brim, never wanting to be apart, wanting to see him all the time, everywhere.

He loved seeing him smile. He loved hearing him speak. He loved the way Jiang Yibai always looked at him with eyes full of only one person.

He wondered if Jiang Yibai felt the same way.

After jotting down the positions his boyfriend liked and the unconscious little movements he made when it felt good, Si Shaorong closed the notebook. When he looked over, he found that Jiang Yibai had already fallen asleep, hugging a pillow.

He slipped the notebook under the pillow, then carefully slid into bed and pulled him into his arms. Some part of his heart felt quietly filled, a kind of warmth and contentment he could not put into words.

He lay there for a while, breathing in the familiar scent on the sheets. The room was quiet. His body slowly relaxed. With Jiang Yibai pressed against him, he fell asleep.

It was a long, tender night. Even the stars hid shyly behind the clouds. It really had been a beautiful dream.

The next morning, Jiang Yibai was jolted awake by the sound of the doorbell ringing urgently.

He blinked at the clock on the nightstand. It was only seven thirty. The blackout curtains in the room blocked out all light. The apartment was still wrapped in darkness.

He shifted his sore waist and felt the warmth pressed up behind him.

Si Shaorong mumbled something incoherent in his sleep. He showed no signs of waking, just curled up like an oversized child, arms draped around Jiang Yibai, burying his face deeper under the blanket.

Jiang Yibai stared at him curiously, ignoring the doorbell that was ringing like a demon. He slid under the blanket too, searching through the darkness until he found his boyfriend’s sleeping face. He reached out and gave it a few light pinches.

Si Shaorong let out a sleepy noise and pulled him even closer.

Jiang Yibai stifled a laugh. His male god was too damn cute like this. He traced his fingers along the shape of his face, wanting to keep teasing him a little longer. But the phone charging on the nightstand suddenly rang.

He clicked his tongue, crawled out from under the covers, and turned off the ringtone. The screen showed an incoming call. It was Chen Yi.

Jiang Yibai blinked at the name, then remembered what that brat Sun Chen had said.

Could it be? Could those two kids actually have something going on?

Any remaining drowsiness disappeared on the spot. He sat up, pulled on some clothes in a hurry, and rubbed his sore waist and aching thighs. Moving carefully, he pried Si Shaorong’s hand off him and tiptoed out to answer the door.

Chen Yi was standing outside, his expression stormy. The moment Jiang Yibai opened the door, before he could say anything, Chen Yi’s gaze landed on the mottled kiss marks all over his neck.

He froze for a few seconds, then abruptly turned to leave. “I’ll see myself out.”

Jiang Yibai grabbed the back of his collar. “See your ass out. I’ve got questions for you. Get in here.”

Chen Yi looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, but Jiang Yibai dragged him into the living room anyway. He was wearing his new school uniform and carrying a backpack, standing in the middle of the room like he owned the place.

“What’s your problem?” he said lazily.

“You woke me up at the crack of dawn and you’re asking me?” Jiang Yibai poured him a glass of water while walking to the bathroom to wash up.

The electric toothbrush started buzzing. Jiang Yibai’s mouth was full of foam, and his voice was muffled. “Did you eat?”

Chen Yi curled his lip and sat down. “No.”

“Knew it,” Jiang Yibai said, spitting into the sink and washing his face. He leaned in the doorway, holding a razor. “Eat something before you leave. Enrollment starts today?”

“Yeah.” It was always like this, Chen Yi thought. No matter how pissed off or upset he was, Jiang Yibai only had to say a few words, and somehow everything quieted down.

Jiang Yibai ran a hand over his freshly shaved jaw and admired his handsome face in the mirror. Feeling satisfied, he smoothed his hair and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast for the kid.

“Just something simple. I didn’t prep anything last night.” As he spoke, he toasted some bread, fried a couple of eggs, poured some milk, and brought it all to the table. “Come eat.”

Chen Yi rubbed his stomach and sat down, slowly picking at the food. Jiang Yibai glanced at his backpack, then his school uniform. Something about it looked familiar.

Then it hit him. Sun Chen had sent him a photo of his new uniform not long ago. It was exactly the same.

Jiang Yibai’s eyes went wide. “Your dad really stuck you into one of the top high schools?”

Chen Yi made a vague sound, then frowned. “I didn’t want to go, but it’s already done. If I refused, I’d have to go to vocational school.”

Jiang Yibai asked tentatively, “You and Sun Chen, are you at the same school? I think I saw him wearing that uniform too.”

Chen Yi’s face darkened. He finished off a slice of toast and half a glass of milk before finally answering. “Yeah.”

Jiang Yibai could see how hard he was squeezing each word out, like toothpaste. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Chen Yi, I have a question for you.”

Chen Yi muttered, “What?”

“What’s going on between you and Sun Chen? Yesterday he told me you two were dating.”

Chen Yi froze. He hadn’t expected Sun Chen to run his mouth. A second later, he was furious. He stood up, grabbed his backpack, and turned to leave. “I’m out.”

“You get your ass back here!” Jiang Yibai caught him by the strap of his bag. “What’s going on between you two? What’s up with Sun Chen? What’s up with you?!”

“You want to know what’s up with him, ask him! Why the hell are you asking me?” Chen Yi’s face flushed red with anger. “I just happened to get put in the same class as him! My dad took me to meet my homeroom teacher, and he was there. That’s it!”

“And then?” Jiang Yibai pointed at him. “You tell me the truth. Sun Chen was just telling me he had a girlfriend, and now suddenly he’s all over you? What the hell is going on?”

“I’m not with him! Who the hell said I’m with him?!” Chen Yi struggled but couldn’t break free. Furious, he threw his bag to the floor. “He just suddenly said he likes me! Is he fucking crazy? Jiang Yibai, are all the people around you nuts or what?!”

Jiang Yibai barked a laugh. “Aren’t you one of them?”

Chen Yi was panting with rage. He turned and kicked the couch, venting his frustration. “I don’t want to deal with him. I came here to tell you to keep your damn student off my back. If he doesn’t quit bothering me, I’m not going to be polite.”

“Oh?” Jiang Yibai raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly are you gonna do? Call in a bunch of delinquents and rough him up? ’Cause from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re the one who’d end up getting your ass kicked.”

Chen Yi snapped back, “If he comes at me again, I’ll really deal with him. Don’t think I won’t.”

Jiang Yibai frowned. “Your dad worked hard to get you into a good school. Don’t screw it up and cause trouble.”

Chen Yi said nothing. His lips were pressed tight, his whole body tense with defiance.

“Call Sun Chen over,” Jiang Yibai said as he sat down, resting his arms along the back of the couch. “We need to have a proper talk.”