The hot thing beneath his feet went rigid.
Warm liquid quickly seeped into the soft, dry carpet, and before long, that familiar scent of desire filled the air. Lu Chi lowered his gaze and gave a soft laugh.
“You’ve been holding back for a while, haven’t you?”
There was quite a lot.
Under the light, he slowly released the young man’s throat, not a single trace of loss of control on his face. Lust, to him, was something he could command at will. Even as Liang Jiashu’s mouth convulsed from the physical aftermath, Lu Chi could still push his hair back and lightly cradle his face. Calm, elegant, and fully in control.
“Not crazy anymore?” he asked. Under the light, the man’s sharp features were glistening with sweat. He seemed born with the genes of a seducer, able to hold in his palm all that was vicious, twisted, and deranged in love, then smile faintly and tell the person on the verge of madness: Don’t think about anything.
Just loving me to death is enough.
But such a Lu Chi made Liang Jiashu mad with the urge to possess him.
As if bewitched, he grabbed Lu Chi’s hand, forcing his hot, wet palm to lace tightly with his own, in a gesture intimate to the point of obscenity.
Their fingers were warm, slick with shared heat. Lu Chi’s hand soon tightened back, lashes casting long shadows over his eyes as he smiled a small, amber-like smile, bright and sweet, that never melted.
The heat of the moment was palpable and burning.
It was as if Lu Chi’s body itself was telling Liang Jiashu that he felt it too.
That quiet, spacious room wasn’t only the stage for Liang Jiashu’s desire.
The loss of control, caught on camera, wasn’t just his one-man show.
Lu Chi had been matching him all along.
Whether it was the playful raise of his brows while playing the piano completely naked, or his effort to stifle laughter while pretending to be pure and timid, Lu Chi accepted every one of Liang Jiashu’s new kinks with lazy indifference, letting them both enjoy themselves. He was sharp, beautiful, and merciless when he slapped him, cold and commanding when he spoke.
But he was also… accommodating.
Accommodating to every single one of Liang Jiashu’s breakdowns.
That thought made Liang Jiashu’s heart race faster than ever before.
He had never been so keenly aware of how mature and steady Lu Chi’s soul was, how he carried the allure of someone older, yet still exuded a vivid, unending freshness.
And how could he not fall for that?
Kneeling on the carpet, Liang Jiashu’s brief daze gave way to another burst of hunger as he suddenly lowered his head and licked and sucked harder.
A cool hand lightly gripped the back of his neck. Lu Chi laughed, lazy and unhurried, and between short breaths murmured, “Director Liang is finally acting normal again.”
Liang Jiashu let out a low, muffled hum in response and buried himself deeper, no longer asking about love or lack thereof. His fear was still there, but as long as that man was in his arms, Liang Jiashu felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.
He was a vicious dragon guarding his only treasure: a butterfly he would tear the world apart to protect.
The light above burned a sultry gold.
Liang Jiashu’s mouth had grown more skilled with each day of practice. Lu Chi gazed down lazily, sweat trailing over his skin, and when he saw him harden again, he paused, chuckled, and pulled the younger man up by his hair.
Lu Chi stepped back, leaning against the piano’s edge, his pale, beautiful body stretched out. Pressing a fingertip to Liang Jiashu’s mouth, he blinked then smiled.
“Rinse before you kiss me.”
A pause. Then his eyes curved upward, voice light and teasing: “After you kiss me, we can go again.”
……………..
The cameras kept running cold and steady.
When Liang Jiashu had installed them, he’d been obsessed with recording every second of Lu Chi’s beautiful, lewd expressions, so that when Lu Chi wasn’t by his side, he could still listen to his voice and survive the night.
But now, as he held Lu Chi and moved with him, their breaths tangled together, the sound of Lu Chi’s low laughter, the jumbled piano notes, the heavy panting… all hammered at his nerves like a drumbeat.
Dozens of lenses were filming, and paranoia made him clutch Lu Chi even tighter, eyes darkening to black ice. His thoughts turned jealous and twisted.
Were there other eyes behind these lenses? Could someone else be watching Lu Chi right now? Listening and getting off to him?
Then came a loud crash.
Expressionless, Liang Jiashu slammed the main power switch, and the lights went out instantly, plunging the room into total darkness. In that pitch black, he wrapped his arms around his man, holding him tight enough to bruise, his low, raspy voice trembling as he soothed:
“Don’t be scared. No one will see you.”
“Lu Chi, don’t be scared.”
“You’re mine. No one can take you away.”
Warm arms slid up around his neck. Lu Chi gave a soft hum, resting lightly against his straight shoulders, and ignoring his paranoia as he murmured lazily, “I saw the uniform you forgot to put away. It’s in the living room.”
“Liang Jiashu, how deranged are you to buy a high school uniform? You even had it tailored into a crop top. Which fetish shop did you get it from?”
“…”
Lu Chi couldn’t help laughing. A moment later, his acting instinct kicked in, and he whispered, feigning coyness, “Brother Jiashu, should I wear it for you?”
“You’re so hot… and you’re poking me.”
Dead silence.
Then the piano keys clattered in urgent rhythm, a mix of moans and laughter spilling out.
The air was thick with heat and lust. No one knew how long it went on before a hoarse, desperate voice broke through the darkness, echoing over and over again:
“Lu Chi, I love you.”
“Even if I die right now, I’ll still have to love you.”
Lu Chi sighed softly, then smiled and hummed in response, lightly squeezing the back of his neck.
………………
By dawn, still trapped in Liang Jiashu’s arms, Lu Chi called in to take two days off from school. Speculation on the A University forum exploded as some guessed he’d embarrassed Liang Jiashu in class and gotten punished for it.
So when Lu Chi returned to lecture after his short leave, all he saw was a sea of worried, curious faces. He raised an eyebrow, cleared his throat during a break, and smiled.
“What’s wrong?”
A student in front asked anxiously, “Teacher Lu, your voice sounds a little hoarse. Did you take time off because you were sick?”
It was nearly October, and while the north had cooled down, the coastal city of A remained warm under autumn’s false summer. No one expected him to catch a cold. They assumed the classroom air conditioning had been too cold and promised to adjust it higher next time.
However, Lu Chi waved his hand with a smile, saying nothing. He wasn’t much of a liar, but he definitely couldn’t tell his throat was hoarse from moaning for days, could he?!
And Liang Jiashu was even crazier than he was. When they weren’t tangled together, he was on his knees, and when he wasn’t on his knees, he’d quietly adjust the bathwater for Lu Chi.
At that time, with his arms resting on the edge of the tub, Lu Chi tilted his head curiously and asked:
“Liang Jiashu, do you have a secret identity? Like, are you actually a Super Saiyan or something?”
Or was this simply the natural skill set of a so-called main character?!
Liang Jiashu was testing the bathwater temperature when he turned his head at that, meeting Lu Chi’s gaze with a blank expression and asking, “What’s a Super Saiyan1?”
“…”
Lu Chi flopped backward into the bathtub with a splash. After a long moment, he sighed in genuine sorrow and muttered from within the water, “Can’t believe it’s me who’s having a generational gap with you… How tragic.”
It was rare for him to show such a childish side: soft, playful, and faintly adorable.
And like a dog catching the scent of meat, Liang Jiashu immediately leaned in, closing the distance between them in an instant. He stared at Lu Chi’s expression, saying nothing. Their breaths tangled as Lu Chi laughed and brushed a light kiss against his lips.
Then, with a flick of his fingers, he gave a mock-command in his usual languid tone, like a little Buddha granting mercy: “Liang Jiashu, I want water.”
Liang Jiashu got up at once. Touching the lips that had just been kissed, he calmly went out and soon returned holding a beautiful crystal glass filled with warm water.
Lu Chi frowned, dissatisfied and confused. “Where’s my frog cup?” he asked. “Why do you always hide my frog cup? What did it ever do to you?”
Having lived together for nearly a month, Lu Chi had brought bits of his old things to leave around Liang Jiashu’s various properties. Among them was the sad green frog backpack he got as a supermarket giveaway, and the matching frog cup.
But for some reason, every time Liang Jiashu saw him using those things, he’d go quiet… and later, when Lu Chi wasn’t paying attention, he’d secretly stash them away.
Once, Lu Chi had even found his cup buried in the dirt in front of the complex.
How was that even reasonable?!
What crime had the sad frog committed?!
Liang Jiashu looked down at the elegant glass he’d designed for Lu Chi and met his gaze blankly, sounding genuinely puzzled. “Lu Chi, this one suits you better.”
Ugly things didn’t deserve to be near Lu Chi. From the very first day they met, that green-headed frog had been an eyesore to him.
Lu Chi glared at him. “That was the first cup I ever used.”
When he first transmigrated into this world, his rented apartment had been wrecked. If it hadn’t been for the kind supermarket auntie who gave him a starter bundle, where would a man with five million in debt have gotten money to buy anything?!
So they stared at each other for a long moment.
But in the end, thirst won. Lu Chi finally snatched the glass from him, tilted his head back, and drank it all down in one go. A few seconds later, he wiped his face, still sitting in the tub, and suddenly started laughing for no reason.
Liang Jiashu crouched beside him. Though he didn’t understand what was funny, seeing Lu Chi laugh made him quietly nod in satisfaction. “This one suits you,” he said. “Lu Chi, it’s made of crystal. I didn’t buy it, it’s from my lab. I synthesized the material, sculpted and designed it myself.”
“I made ten of these, and there’s even an insulated version. They’re all for you. I placed one in every villa.”
He then pointed to the butterfly pattern etched into the glass, gesturing for Lu Chi to look closely as he explained patiently, “You’re a butterfly, not a frog.”
He couldn’t stand anything ugly.
“…”
Lu Chi stared at the butterfly etched into the glass. After a long silence, he asked, “If I’m the butterfly, then what are you?”
Liang Jiashu froze, surprised by the question. A few seconds later, his expression shifted subtly. “Lu Chi, I’m a dragon.”
“…”
The steam in the bathroom was thick and warm.
Lu Chi finally couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing, falling against Liang Jiashu’s shoulder and laughing so hard his flushed face turned bright red like a ripe, glossy apple.
Liang Jiashu watched him quietly, and his rigid expression softened. A faint smile flickered in his dark eyes.
After a moment, he lowered his head and bit Lu Chi’s cheek very gently.
………………
Later, in the lecture hall.
Lu Chi took a sip from his new cup, eyes lingering on the butterfly engraved at the bottom, as a small smile touched his lips.
The class bell rang, and the man on the podium resumed his lecture.
In the middle of the classroom sat a tall figure dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt, like a solemn door god guarding the room. When he caught the flicker of familiar amusement in Lu Chi’s eyes, he suddenly lowered his gaze and, as if blessed by divine intervention, consciously softened his aura.
All of that was noticed by Gu Yanyan.
His breathing slowed. His hand, clenched so tightly his nails broke skin, bled faintly in his palm.
The rest of the students were staring too, wide-eyed at Liang Jiashu’s back. Soon enough, the group chat erupted with messages claiming that the “Heavenly Dragon” had to be possessed. For the first time ever, he wasn’t wearing his signature graveyard gray shirt and tie, but a black short-sleeved T-shirt.
Sure, it was still a depressing color.
But still!
A T-shirt!
Wasn’t the Heavenly Dragon always the business type?! Why did he suddenly look… sporty?!
Inside the classroom, a young man’s gaze flicked across Gu Yanyan and immediately turned cold as he stared hard at him. Gu Yanyan noticed and met his eyes fearlessly, but a moment later, his phone buzzed. Someone from the group chat had sent him a private message:
[What’s Wrong With Teacher-Student Romance]: You filthy little rat, I already found everything out! You think clinging to the Lin family will protect you?!
[What’s Wrong With Teacher-Student Romance]: Daring to look at Teacher Lu publicly, you idiot! Just wait, you’re dead!
[What’s Wrong With Teacher-Student Romance]: You know Liang Zhiyu, right? He’s my brother. He’s out sick this week, but when he’s back next week, it’ll be your funeral!
Gu Yanyan: “…”
Well.
That was almost a familiar name.
………….
Meanwhile, during the lecture break, Lu Chi suddenly heard his system shrieking in his head: [Host Baby! I can finally talk to you again! Why was I forcibly logged off for days?!]
[I couldn’t find you! I couldn’t find you, I couldn’t find you, my Baby! What the hell have you been doing with the Gong No.1?!]
Lu Chi went quiet for a moment, face perfectly calm as he changed the subject: [Be good. Help me pull up the next plotline.]
The system sniffled pitifully, demanding comfort before reluctantly obeying.
[Fine… whose plot do you want to see next?]
Closing his textbook, Lu Chi glanced toward Gu Yanyan, who was hunched over his phone texting. After a brief pause, he tapped his finger lightly, answering: [The Lin family’s.]
Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t actually met anyone from the Lin family yet.
But inside his head, the system froze, then made a surprised noise: [But Baby, the one who recruited you back then was a Lin! The person who interviewed you into the art academy, the dean… her name is Lin Rong!]
- イヤ人じん Sūpā Saiya-jin is an advanced transformation utilized by members and hybrids of the Saiyan race that have sufficient amounts of S-Cells in the Dragon Ball series. Dragon Ball (Japanese: ドラゴンボール, Hepburn: Doragon Bōru) is a Japanese media franchise created by Akira Toriyama, first serialized in 1984. It was originally inspired by the classical 16th-century Chinese novel Journey to the West, combined with elements of Hong Kong martial arts films. The series follows the adventures of protagonist Son Goku from his childhood through adulthood as he trains in martial arts. He spends his childhood far from civilization until he meets a teenage girl named Bulma, who encourages him to join her quest to explore the world in search of the seven orbs known as the Dragon Balls, which summon a wish-granting dragon when gathered. Along his journey, Goku makes several other friends, becomes a family man, discovers his alien heritage, and battles a wide variety of villains, many of whom also seek the Dragon Balls. ↩︎
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