“Did he really not see me, or is he pretending not to?”
“If I talk to him now, I’ll lose face! It’ll be like I’ve lost!”
And deep down, Sang You believed that Gong Ze liked him — he didn’t like Gong Ze. His status should be higher. He should be the one holding the reins over Gong Ze.
But now, the one caught between a rock and a hard place turned out to be himself.
Sang You even began to regret it.
If only he hadn’t been so difficult with Gong Ze… Now he had no graceful way out. Hmph…
With no other option, that evening Sang You nervously came before Gong Ze. Putting on a brave front, he deliberately brought up Brother Qin in front of him, talking about how much he liked Qin Chuan.
But in truth, when he mentioned Qin Chuan this time, Sang You felt none of his past shyness. His eyes were busy sneaking glances at Gong Ze to see if he was upset or jealous. His heart was full of Gong Ze.
And then, as expected, Gong Ze got angry.
His phone smashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. “Sang You, you mention him in front of me again? Are you trying to infuriate me?!”
Watching the man’s red-rimmed eyes, Sang You — instead of feeling afraid at being yelled at — felt an inexplicable surge of joy.
Before, Sang You hadn’t known the depth of Gong Ze’s feelings. Now that he knew Gong Ze liked him — would sneak into his room to mutter to himself because Sang You liked someone else, would feel wronged, jealous, and choked up with sorrow — when he heard Gong Ze shout at him over Qin Chuan, the whole meaning changed.
Sang You looked at the furious man and actually felt a little sweetness in his heart.
He was secretly delighted.
He put on a fake show of arguing back at Gong Ze. ‘Gong Ze’ stared at him darkly, then suddenly strode forward, scooped Sang You up, and carried him to the bedroom amidst Sang You’s screams, throwing him onto the bed.
·
Gong Ze punched the mattress beside Sang You’s ear. His open collar revealed pale, sun-deprived skin and a muscular, well-proportioned chest.
His long, narrow black eyes churned with a dark, murky luster.
“Have I spoiled you too much? Made your life too comfortable?”
He loomed over Sang You dangerously. “You throw tantrums at me, you get angry at me, and now you dare to drool over another man right in front of me, your fiancé? Sang You, do you want to die? Hmm?”
“…”
The bang by his ear made Sang You choke back his scream.
He breathed rapidly, his wide eyes locked on Gong Ze. Hearing that low, magnetic, dangerous voice drill into his ears, goosebumps rose all over his skin.
“You—” Sang You bit his lower lip, the tips of his ears and the corners of his eyes turning red. He had meant to snap at Gong Ze, but the moment he opened his mouth, the words came out as coy and bashful: “Then what do you want to do about it?”
“…” Gong Ze looked down at him from above, then released his fist. His fingers wandered over the beautiful, budding young master’s neck. His middle finger tilted up that restless, pointed little chin — slow and deliberate, utterly tormenting.
After a moment, he lowered his head, leaned close to Sang You’s ear, and said two words.
Sang You’s cheeks flushed crimson. He pounded his fist against Gong Ze’s chest. “You… shameless!”
Leaning back slightly, Gong Ze arched an eyebrow and smiled. His handsome face carried a hint of wickedness. He caught Sang You’s fist as it hit his chest, holding it in his palm, and looked at the young master with those teasing, mocking eyes that made one’s heart flutter.
“Isn’t this what you wanted? To deliberately mention someone else in front of me, to provoke me, to make me angry. You knew the consequences, and you still did it. If you didn’t want this, who would?”
…How does he know I did it on purpose?!
Sang You was mortified at being found out. Stubbornly, he refused to admit it. “I did not. You’re imagining things.”
Hearing this, Gong Ze’s smile gradually faded. He let go of Sang You’s hand and made as if to stand up and leave. “Fine, then I won’t think about it anymore. I’m leaving.”
“Hey! Don’t—”
Seeing Gong Ze suddenly upset, Sang You panicked. Before he could think, he stuck out his lower leg and hooked it right into the hollow of Gong Ze’s waist.
Gong Ze: …
Sang You: …
For an instant, both of them froze.
When he realized what he’d done, faced with Gong Ze’s knowing, amused expression, Sang You covered his face. His whole body flushed as red as if he’d been boiled.
W-what am I even doing?!
His brain had just short-circuited—
Gong Ze kept his upper body lifted, his left hand braced on the bed as he looked down at the young master who was about to die of embarrassment. With his right hand, he reached back and grabbed the little foot hooked around his waist, squeezing it teasingly. “Little master, do you know what kind of person wraps their leg around a man’s waist like this?”
He leaned down, his eyes curving as he nibbled the young master’s earlobe, his tone amused: “His woman.”
Sang You: “!!!”
The beautiful young master covered his face, his whole body trembling. The released earlobe, now cooled by the evaporation of saliva, felt like it had been electrified — sending tingling sensations through him. That ear, along with the surrounding skin, turned impossibly red.
Heh…
Still just a kid.
Gong Ze teased him a couple of times, then secretly frowned and suppressed his body’s reaction. He figured that the proud, delicate young master would probably throw a tantrum and refuse to go through with it soon enough. At that point, he would take the opportunity to leave, head to the study, and use the time to finish up the remaining work from the company.
He idly played with the young master’s soft foot as he thought.
Sang You’s feet were thin and pale. Despite being a sickly little thing, the toes of his hands and feet had a rosy hue — as if they had been stamped in rouge, as if they might leave soft, tender prints with every step.
So beautiful that Gong Ze had only ever seen such coloring on newborn babies.
No wonder he’s the protagonist bottom, Gong Ze thought. Though he’s a boy — a delicate, beautiful, hard-to-raise little sickly thing — he was gifted with a face that combined sensuality and purity, a body born with seductive charm.
He didn’t even need to learn.
He hooked men without even realizing it.
Gong Ze was lost in thought when the foot he was playing with suddenly moved. He snapped back to the present and looked down. Sang You had already lowered his hands, but the young master’s delicate, translucent skin was still flushed pink beneath its paleness. His lively fox eyes didn’t dare look at Gong Ze, shimmering with shy, rippling emotion.
“…Isn’t that dirty? Stop touching it.”
Sang You pretended to be cross.
Gong Ze watched him and curled his lips, deliberately trying to scare him: “Ready to accept your punishment? Soon the bed will be covered in blood, and you’ll be in so much pain you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.”
Hearing this, Sang You — who had never experienced such a thing — paled. Just as Gong Ze was prepared to finish his act and leave, Sang You suddenly whispered shyly, so quietly it was almost inaudible: “Then… will you wear a condom?”
Gong Ze’s smile froze for a moment.
A few seconds later, the big schemer silently withdrew his posture of getting up and stared at Sang You.
Sang You didn’t realize anything was amiss and continued muttering to himself.
“Otherwise… otherwise it’s so dirty…” That place was for going to the bathroom, and a man’s thing… was also dirty…
As he spoke, Sang You’s eyes shimmered, his pink-flushed skin burning hot.
He remembered the searing pain in his rear from last time and shuddered at the memory. He then gave Gong Ze a spoiled, demanding order: “And you have to be gentle. When I say stop, you stop!”
Gong Ze listened in silence.
His eyes shed their playful look, sharpening as they fixed on Sang You, scrutinizing every detail.
After a moment, Gong Ze — who had seen countless people and had a viciously perceptive eye — realized that Sang You truly meant every word he was saying.
Sang You really wanted to sleep with him.
Gong Ze cut him off. This time, his face held no trace of performance — so calm it was almost foreign. “Sang You, do you know what you’re saying?”
“I know,” Sang You said, averting his eyes. He twisted the bedsheet with his fingers, acting coy and proud. “Wh-what’s the big deal about doing that kind of thing? And anyway, haven’t we already… Since what’s done is done, struggling is useless. And you’ve been pretty good to me…”
His last sentence was so soft it seemed only he himself could hear it.
Gong Ze furrowed his brow. “Do you like me?”
Sang You’s eyes flew wide open, his face burning red as he snapped, “I do not!”
Gong Ze: “…”
Do you know what you’re doing? You’re confessing without being asked.
A certain black-hearted, scummy man covered his face.
Sang You had actually fallen for him.
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