The lights switched on.
Everyone instinctively looked back toward the center of the dance floor, only to realize that the pink butterfly from moments ago had completely vanished. Stunned, one art student, as if someone had yanked the power cord out of his movie halfway through, grabbed a waiter in fury, shaking him.
“Where’s my Teacher Lu?!”
“You guys don’t want your jobs anymore, is that it? Hand over Teacher Lu! Hand him over!”
However, Manager Zhao noticed that Liang Jiashu had also disappeared, so he suddenly felt enlightened, thinking the young master had probably dragged the beauty away to get a room. Therefore, he stepped forward with an apologetic smile, saying, “I’m very sorry, sir. Our establishment respects all guests’ privacy. Wherever they choose to go is entirely their freedom…”
Lu Chi was a guest?!
Damn! He danced that skillfully and seductively… they all thought he worked here!
But then again, Lu Chi was a teaching assistant at A University. How could he possibly be a professional dancer?!
The students all wilted, staring at their phones and raging uselessly in the group chat. Just then, someone in the chat uploaded a video of Lu Chi dancing. Unsure what device was used, but the footage was absurdly high-definition and perfectly steady.
Under the neon lights, his soft pink hair, the falling sweat, the hint of his tongue, the flirtatious tilt of his eyes… everything was captured clearly.
Even the faint glimpse of abdominal lines under his clothes as he moved.
For a split second, something dark seemed to appear on his lower abdomen, but it flashed too fast. No matter how they paused or zoomed in, they couldn’t see it clearly.
…Did Lu Chi have a tattoo?
Damn.
How was that any different from the markings on a succubus?!
Their minds were flooding with eighteen-plus imagery. In the strangely quiet hall, the sound of people swallowing became embarrassingly loud.
And a moment later, someone abruptly stood up, voice hoarse:
“I… I’m going to the bathroom.”
“Me too.”
“Hey! Wait for me!”
Manager Zhao squinted his eyes into a smile and began calculating the champagne towers, letting the spellbound crowd spiral on their own. His expression remained calm. After all, in Lu Chi’s first month working for him, the number of men who lost their composure was more than he could count. Bouncers even dragged some out for getting too bold, so compared to that, the little chicks were nothing but a drizzle.
Until a waiter stammered his way over, whispering:
“Manager… I think… I think Little Chi was… carried into the bathroom…”
Zhao Feng froze, whipping around.
“What?!”
……………..
The bathroom door slammed shut.
Liang Jiashu, already far beyond rationality, didn’t even bother going up to the third floor. Holding the person in his arms, he stumbled inside, kicked open the largest stall, and locked it, immediately lowering his head to kiss Lu Chi with desperate intensity.
Most people were still outside partying, so that area was nearly silent.
The air smelled faintly of fragrance. Nightclub bathrooms often had people unable to restrain themselves, so on the counter, different colors and flavors of condoms were neatly arranged, and a sealed box offered discreet products via QR code.
The stall itself was spacious, easily fitting two adult men standing. There was no gap at the bottom, and the top connected directly to the ceiling, so once the door closed, whatever happened inside was completely private.
Very convenient.
Very… intentional.
Pinned against him, Lu Chi was kissed deeply; hot breaths collided and swept down to his collarbone and lower, as Liang Jiashu’s hair brushed against his skin.
Liang Jiashu lowered his head and kissed him, skilled and deliberate, like savoring a pink candy.
“Liang Jiashu…”
Lu Chi bit on the hem of his clothes himself, his fox-like eyes reddened. He tilted his head back, breathing lightly as his arms looped around Liang Jiashu’s neck, fingertips brushing the back of it. His damp lashes flickered as if silently urging the youth on, dangerously enticing.
Liang Jiashu genuinely felt he might die one day because of Lu Chi. At least right now, it truly felt like his heart might stop. He lifted his head and kissed Lu Chi again, sweeping aggressively. Lu Chi, however, reached up, fingertips cool and soft along his cheek, whispering breathlessly:
“Has the swelling gone down?”
He hadn’t held back earlier, so by the time he left, Liang Jiashu’s face was already red and swollen.
Liang Jiashu gave a quiet hum, glossing over the fact that he’d already vented twice before, precisely thanks to his swollen face. Instead, he kissed deeper, mumbling: “Sprayed medicine upstairs.” His other hand slid down Lu Chi’s pants, reaching for the zipper, but just as he pulled…
He froze.
Lu Chi opened his eyes and met the deep, shadowy black of Liang Jiashu’s gaze, stopping again for a moment. Then, he couldn’t help laughing.
“Suspicious again?”
In a public place, Liang Jiashu’s old condition always acted up, feeling like someone might be watching Lu Chi from every corner. Especially today, with Gu Yanyan present, and Lu Chi having basically performed a striptease in public…
So his expression darkened.
After a moment, he shut his eyes briefly, his throat feeling as dry as sand.
“…We’re going back. Now.”
With that, Liang Jiashu reached out to fasten Lu Chi’s shirt buttons again, pulling out his phone to message Manager Zhao to clear the place out. However, the next second, the bathroom door swung open, and several hurried footsteps entered. Instinctively, Liang Jiashu pulled Lu Chi toward him, pressing his head against his chest, wrapping him tightly so no one could see his face.
Lu Chi blinked.
Liang Jiashu squeezed his hand lightly, signaling him to wait.
Outside the stall, the familiar music from the dance floor blared again, mixed with muffled sounds only grown men understood. Someone cursed under his breath, breathing raggedly as he stared at something on his phone.
“Damn… why is he so tempting…”
“Can you shut up?! I don’t want to hear your voice at a time like this.”
Mockery and crude laughter echoed for a few seconds, soon giving way to another short burst of club music, accompanied by muffled, hurried breathing.
Inside the stall, Liang Jiashu’s expression grew colder and colder. His hands were already cupped firmly over Lu Chi’s ears, his gaze so dark it seemed he might kill someone on the spot.
They were fantasizing about Lu Chi.
Right in front of him.
Even Lu Chi couldn’t help clicking his tongue.
Liang Jiashu immediately bowed his head, clamping a hand over Lu Chi’s lips too, terrified that even the slightest sound he made would be overheard. He was also a man, so he knew perfectly well what happened in someone’s mind when they were aroused: the person they pictured would appear vividly in front of them.
That knowledge made his mood grow colder and darker, and his breathing became uneven.
With people constantly coming into the restroom, they couldn’t leave.
Liang Jiashu clutched Lu Chi with a strength bordering on painful, holding him so tightly that Lu Chi’s back began to ache.
He was genuinely furious.
Lu Chi worried that if they waited any longer, Liang Jiashu might actually go outside, drag those students out one by one, and throw them straight into the sea.
Outside, the unmistakable rhythm of heavy breathing continued.
Lu Chi lifted his eyes and met his lover’s narrowed, pitch-black pupils. Then he leaned forward and brushed a feather-light kiss against the corner of Liang Jiashu’s mouth.
Soft, damp, and barely there.
Liang Jiashu stilled.
Lu Chi slid a hand down, prying open the tight grip of Liang Jiashu’s violent, trembling fingers, guiding his hand downward until it rested at his hipbone.
His shirt was still slightly lifted, so Lu Chi raised a brow and let him feel the place where the words ‘Dedicated to Brother Liang’ had been written.
Liang Jiashu’s hands were large; when both palms opened, they easily wrapped around that narrow waist, leaving red marks where his knuckles pressed.
Under the light, the inked words were bold and impossible to ignore.
It was like watching a wild animal abruptly sedated, as Liang Jiashu stared at the writing, and the tension in his body slowly eased. After a moment of silence, he pulled Lu Chi into his arms again, occasionally lowering his head to kiss the side of his neck.
As if being forcibly pacified.
Lu Chi almost laughed, but not long after, someone outside finished their business, washed their hands, and then, for some incomprehensible reason, began chatting.
“Do you think Teacher Lu has a partner?”
“Probably not? He’s that top-tier… If I could sleep with him, I’d print ‘I slept with Lu Chi’ on a T-shirt and wear a different one every day… even in my coffin… even my urn would have to be placed inside one.”
“…Bro, that’s unhinged.”
“Oh, stop acting. Your voice was the loudest just now! You think I didn’t see you zooming in on his waist? God, I wonder what he’s like in bed…”
“Just thinking about it, damn, I’m getting hard again. Every time I’m in his class, and he looks my way, I want to crawl over and call him Master.”
“You’re insane! …Fine. Honestly, I also want to…”
Their crude laughter trailed off as they finally left. Behind the stall door, Lu Chi’s mouth and nose were suddenly covered once more, followed by the sound of a zipper bursting open. Then, someone yanked at their clothes and dropped them on the floor, shoving Lu Chi to sit down. His back hit the cold floor tiles, but Liang Jiashu’s face was just as cold, his movements fierce, his head dropping down as he straddled him directly.
No preparation. Not even a moment of pause, and direct to the very end. Even though they had always been crazy in that regard, he had never been so eager.
He was even more desperate than the first time.
Liang Jiashu moved too much, but he was completely silent. His two dark eyes stared at Lu Chi, his face slowly becoming distorted because of jealousy.
Why?!
Why are there always people who covet his lover?!
Why do people always like Lu Chi?!
There were still some people outside. The sound of the video, mixed with the occasional raspy ‘Teacher Lu’ kept ringing, stabbing straight at Liang Joashu’s nerves.
Those people were fantasising about his lover right in front of him!
That thought alone snapped whatever rationality he had left, and his handsome face warped into something nearly feral. He wanted, now, immediately, and completely, to claim the man in front of him.
As for Lu Chi, he seemed to notice how utterly gone he was. He let Liang Jiashu move however he wanted for a moment, then suddenly tore away the hand covering his face and yanked him close, kissing him fiercely.
Their mouths collided, tongues tangled instantly, tight and consuming. The stall filled with only harsh breathing and faint, wet sounds as neither spoke.
The muffled rhythm of their kiss echoed like drumbeats, syncing with the pounding of their hearts. Footsteps passed outside, and for a moment, they felt like illicit lovers hiding in the dark, hands clasped, stealing a kiss only possible when no one could see.
The painted words on Lu Chi’s skin rose and fell with their movements, and halfway through, Liang Jiashu seemed to regain a shred of awareness, wrapping Lu Chi tightly in his arms. The cold floor had left Lu Chi’s pale skin covered in red and purple marks, looking almost brutal under the lights.
But it still wasn’t enough.
Not even close.
Finally, the people outside were long gone, yet Liang Jiashu still didn’t speak. He only stared, dark and oppressive.
Lu Chi raised a brow, panting and shaking the hand that Liang Jiashu still held in a crushing grip. His voice was hoarse, drenched with frustration and heat.
“Liang Jiashu… have you still not gone crazy enough?!”
No precautions. No pacing. Just reckless force.
He wasn’t even afraid of hurting either of them.
However, Liang Jiashu looked at him, his expression flat as he declared: “Not enough.”
Because of the position they were in, their bodies were almost completely intertwined. As they moved, Liang Jiashu’s erect body easily touched the words written on Lu Chi’s abdomen, leaving moist marks behind. Lu Chi paused, meeting Liang Jiashu’s dark, twisted gaze.
A moment later, a sudden realization struck him as he finally understood what Liang Jiashu wanted. Covering his face, he laughed softly, and when he was done, he tilted his head and indulgently pinched the back of Liang Jiashu’s neck.
“…Only once.”
He didn’t particularly like the smell inside the stall.
Liang Jiashu reacted like a dog handed a bone, his pupils dilating instantly. He grabbed Lu Chi’s hand, forcing it over the marked words on his skin as he leaned closer to kiss his ear, voice raspy.
“Use your hand.”
Lu Chi let out a low laugh. The corners of his eyes flushed, letting him act as crazily as he wanted. “Want me to moan for you too?” he teased the younger man.
Madman.
They didn’t say anything more since it was still a public setting after all. But their breaths grew heavier in the enclosed space, heartbeats and kisses mixing and rising, until they suddenly pulled each other into a tight embrace.
Liang Jiashu finally got what he wanted, and Lu Chi’s scent wrapped around him completely. At the same time, his breathing deepened, and something hot began to drip, little by little, covering and smudging the handwritten words on Lu Chi’s skin.
Lu Chi’s skin was pale. The black marker strokes gradually blurred, almost disappearing.
Liang Jiashu brushed a finger over the fading marks, fascinated, as though savoring the fact that his presence, his scent, was clinging to Lu Chi’s body.
It was like a wild animal marking its mate.
However, Lu Chi clicked his tongue, lazily asking: “Pretty satisfied with yourself, huh?”
Liang Jiashu bit his reddened lips in response, kissing him again, slow and wet. A soft click sounded as someone else entered the bathroom at some point, and Lu Chi paused, raising a brow at him.
“There are rooms on the fifth floor,” Liang Jiashu whispered hoarsely, tightening his grip on Lu Chi’s hand.
“Lu Chi… just for tonight.”
He wanted to continue. To keep marking him.
Lu Chi laughed, and then, surprisingly, nodded. His sharp, beautiful brows tinged with desire as he asked deliberately, his voice rough: “For you, or for me?”
Liang Jiashu leaned in, his breath hot like fire.
“Together,” he murmured.
……………….
That night, Liang Jiashu went absolutely insane.
Probably because he’d been stimulated too far, he booked a suite on the fifth floor, pulled the curtains shut, and projected the audio and video from his phone onto the wall.
Their bodies tangled in front of the enormous screen, and in that atmosphere, Liang Jiashu’s excitement was impossible to rein in. By the time they were finally done, Lu Chi was exhausted to the point of falling apart. He took a shower, collapsed onto the bed, and didn’t even care for the man holding him, closing his eyes and falling straight asleep.
When he woke up, daylight was pouring into the room.
It was the beginning of the weekend, but the two of them stayed shut inside the suite for the next two days.
On Monday morning, Liang Jiashu received a call. Unwilling to wake Lu Chi, he pulled on a bathrobe and stepped onto the balcony.
The phone under the blanket also vibrated. With his eyes still closed, Lu Chi groped for it and answered.
On the other end, Dean Lin’s gentle, puzzled voice sounded: “Lu Chi, I saw the document you submitted last night. You’re resigning?”
Lu Chi hummed in acknowledgment, listening to her confused attempts to keep him.
“Why? You’re extremely popular at A University… we value you very highly.”
However, Lu Chi buried his head deeper into the blanket, his voice soft with sleep as he asked: “Is it you who values me…”
“Or is it the Lin family?”
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