Online Dating Fiasco with the Campus Heartthrob (DATING)
By evening, the fiery clouds at the horizon stretched across the sky, bathing the entire bedroom in a crimson hue.
The air conditioning wasn't very effective, and the room's temperature kept rising. The air was thick with a sticky, humid moisture.
Ji Su lay drenched on the bed, as if he had just been pulled out of water. The liquid had seeped into the dark sheets, making them even darker.
His narrow waist and hips were so slender that they could be controlled with one hand. His long, straight legs were raised high, and the broad palm easily grasped his thighs.
But he was sweating so much that the soft, white flesh of his thighs became wet and slippery, and almost impossible to hold onto if the grip is not tighter until the knuckles leave distinct marks on the tender flesh.
Ji Su, with an uncontrollable sob, kicked his legs in discomfort, but the large hand holding him was like an unyielding iron clamp. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break free.
In Gu Zhao's hands, he seemed to have turned into a mindless doll that was completely at the mercy of the other.
After a while, Gu Zhao leaned down to kiss him again with his scorching tongue delving into the wet, soft mouth, before stirring fiercely and heavily in every corner.
Ji Su was forced to tilt his slender neck back with his pitiful whimpers trapped in his throat until his vision turned white, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
Gu Zhao pulled back slightly with his dark, intense gaze like a finely woven net that firmly binding the person beneath him.
With a loving touch, he brushed aside the damp hair from Ji Su's forehead. In the next moment, his expression suddenly changed...
As the sky gradually darkened, the last sliver of sunlight sank below the horizon, and the room was plunged into boundless gloom.
Gu Zhao stood up while cradling the drowsy figure in his arms, and carried them into the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with warm water, and he gently placed the person in his arms into the water.
As Ji Su entered the water, his consciousness became slightly clearer.
His jet-black, thick lashes were clumped together by tears, his damp eyes half-open and half-closed, his thin eyelids red from crying, and his full lips swollen and red, giving him the pitiful appearance of someone who had been thoroughly mistreated.
He leaned against the edge of the bathtub aa his flawless, snow-white back covered in red marks, while the long legs submerged beneath the water bore even more distressing traces.
Gu Zhao watched with a heavy gaze for a moment before stepping into the bathtub himself.
A scorching chest pressed against his back, and Ji Su shivered, his voice soft and hoarse: "No more..."
"No more?" Gu Zhao grasped that slender waist and leaned in to kiss him. "No more of what?"
Ji Su's tailbone tingled from the kiss, and his body slid slightly deeper into the water.
Gu Zhao's lips trailed a series of kisses: "No more of me?"
Ji Su weakly shook his head: "That's not it..."
"Didn't you say earlier that you wanted to come?" Gu Zhao gently nibbled on his earlobe, his voice low and deep. "Are you coming or not?"
Ji Su sobbed: "I'm not coming anymore."
"Really not coming anymore?" Gu Zhao held his waist before kindly lifting him slightly.
Ji Su shuddered with his slender fingers gripping the edge of the bathtub, trying to use the momentum to rise out of the water.
But he had no strength left in his body as his reddened fingertips just curled up as he slid down uncontrollably and sank deeper into the water...
After a long while, Gu Zhao wrapped the drenched figure in a towel and carried him back to bed.
This time, Ji Su's eyes were completely closed, and he lay on the soft, cool silk sheets before quickly falling into a deep sleep.
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That night, Ji Su had a long-forgotten dream.
In the dream, he was still six years old.
That summer, his mother had sent him to his grandmother's house.
Perhaps because she didn't like his father, his grandmother wasn't particularly fond of him either. To win her favor, he tried to be obedient and well-behaved. Even though it was boring there and he had no friends to play with, he didn't cry or make a fuss.
He knew his parents were arguing, and even at a young age, he understood what "divorce" meant. He was terrified that his parents would separate, and even more afraid that they would abandon him.
Fortunately, there was a piano at his grandmother's house, so he spent all day sitting in front of it and tirelessly practicing the same piano piece.
Until one day, while he was practicing, he heard a commotion outside the window.
He was curious but didn't go out to look and just continued to sit by the window to play the piano.
The roar of a car engine sounded, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look out the window.
Just then, a black car passed by the window, and a head poked out from the car window. A boy, emaciated and gaunt, stared at him with unblinking, pitch-black eyes.
That gaze should have been unfamiliar, but for some reason, it felt strangely familiar...
Ji Su slept until past eleven at night before waking up in a daze.
‘Why had he suddenly dreamed of something so distant, and of a strange little boy?’
A moment later, his consciousness returned, and he realized that his calf was being held and played with by Gu Zhao.
The long, straight calf had snow-white, delicate flesh, with a warm, jade-like luster on the surface of the skin.
Ji Su instinctively wanted to pull his leg back, but as soon as he moved, an indescribable soreness and numbness surged up, making his scalp tingle.
"Awake?" Gu Zhao raised his eyes, "How do you feel?"
Ji Su replied weakly, "It hurts..."
Gu Zhao leaned closer, "Let me see."
Ji Su immediately closed his knees, not letting him look.
"Baby, let me see." Gu Zhao leaned in to kiss him, coaxing in a low voice, "Let me check if you're hurt."
Ji Su didn't have the strength to resist, so he half-heartedly let him check.
Gu Zhao narrowed his dark eyes slightly, his voice hoarse, "It's okay."
Ji Su retracted his leg but accidentally pulled on the sore muscles, and gasped in pain again.
"Are you hungry?" Gu Zhao kissed the reddened knee soothingly, "There's still some chicken soup warming in the pot."
At this mention, Ji Su realized he was indeed hungry and reached out to touch his thin stomach.
Gu Zhao watched his movement as the image of Ji Su's belly bulging earlier flashing before his eyes, and his Adam's apple moved.
Ji Su was about to get up when he suddenly remembered he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He pulled the thin blanket tighter around himself, "You go out first, I need to get dressed."
"Go out?" Gu Zhao said with a half-smile, "Is there any part of your body I haven't seen?"
Not only were they seen, but also touched, kissed, and every inch carefully explored.
Ji Su's ears turned red, "I don't care, you're not allowed to watch me change."
Gu Zhao clicked his tongue and opened the wardrobe to find clothes for him.
Ji Su's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a dress hanging inside, but it was just a fleeting glance before the wardrobe door closed.
Gu Zhao opened another wardrobe and pulled out one of his own shirts to hand to him.
Ji Su took the shirt and asked, "What about the shorts?"
"My shorts are all in the washing." Gu Zhao replied casually. "My shirt is long enough on you; you don’t need to wear shorts."
Ji Su thought for a moment and stopped being shy. He changed into the loose black shirt with the hem just covering the top of his thighs.
Gu Zhao carried him to the dining room and set him down on a chair.
Ji Su carefully adjusted his position to sit more comfortably.
The whole chicken had been simmering for hours until the meat become tender and fell off the bone. The rich, flavorful broth was incredibly delicious, so savory it could make your tongue tingle.
Ji Su drank a small bowl of the chicken soup and ate half a bowl of chicken and vegetable noodles before licking his lips contentedly.
Gu Zhao said lightly, "Good, you finished it all."
Ji Su suddenly recalled certain moments when that deep, magnetic voice had praised him, "Good boy, you took it all in…"
His long, thick lashes fluttered, and the tips of his fair ears turned a faint pink.
Gu Zhao looked at him and asked, "Are you full?"
Ji Su nodded. "I’m full."
Gu Zhao chuckled ambiguously. "But I’m still hungry."
"Then keep eating," Ji Su said while wiping his fingers with a wet towel. "Is there none left in the pot?"
Gu Zhao didn’t answer his question and instead began to settle the score. "Why did you decide to watch those videos?"
Ji Su blinked and answered honestly, "Because I wanted to learn."
"So eager to do it with me?" Gu Zhao laughed. "How long have you been planning this?"
"No, I just…" Ji Su struggled to explain. "I was just worried you wouldn’t know how, so I…"
"Then how do you think I did just now?" Gu Zhao leaned back in his chair. "Compared to the man in the video, how was I?"
Ji Su’s ears burned, and he averted his gaze. "It was… okay, I guess…"
In truth, it wasn’t just okay—it was incredible.
In every possible way, it had been overwhelmingly intense.
He had embarrassingly passed out several times, and it definitely wasn’t because of his lack of stamina…
Gu Zhao repeated slowly, "Okay?"
"I’m tired." Ji Su said upon sensing the danger and changing the subject. "I want to go back to sleep."
Gu Zhao looked at him for a few seconds, then carried him back to the bedroom.
As his body touched the bed, Ji Su couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
Gu Zhao asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"It still hurts." Ji Su replied with his tone slightly complaining but also sounding like he was whining. "It’s all because you were too…"
"Too what?" Gu Zhao countered.
Ji Su pursed his lips and refused to say more.
"Turn over." Gu Zhao said while sitting on the bed. "I’ll give you a massage."
Despite having been bullied to tears earlier, Ji Su’s guard was still far from sufficient.
He obediently turned over and lay face down on the bed. "Be gentle, okay…"
The hem of the black shirt rode up as he moved, revealing the marks on his thighs. His slender waist dipped in, making his rounded buttocks appear even more prominent.
Gu Zhao’s eyes darkened, and he leaned over silently before starting to massage Ji Su’s shoulders through the shirt.
He deliberately lightened his touch, but Ji Su still whimpered in pain.
Gu Zhao paused. "I’ll be even gentler."
His warm palms moved over the protruding shoulder blades, then down along the slender spine.
Ji Su’s slender waist trembled under the touch, and he squirmed away. "It’s a bit ticklish. Skip that part."
"Alright." Gu Zhao responded before stretching his arm to open the bedside drawer. He took out a bottle of essential oil, unscrewed the cap, and dripped two drops onto his leg.
Ji Su felt a cool sensation and turned his head to ask, "What's that?"
"Essential oil." Gu Zhao replied seriously. "It helps with blood circulation and reduces swelling."
Ji Su lay back down to continue to enjoy his massage.
Gu Zhao's hands applied just the right amount of pressure, and Ji Su gradually got used to it. Because he was lying on the pillow, he felt a bit drowsy.
Gu Zhao's eyes lowered and a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
The next second, Ji Su suddenly woke up, gasping, "Gu Zhao!"
Warm breath brushed against the sensitive nape of his neck as Gu Zhao responded in a deep voice, "Hmm, I'm here."
Ji Su's slender fingers gripped the pillow tightly, and he tried to sound pitiful, "Brother Gu Zhao, I'm really sleepy and just want to rest..."
"It's fine, you can sleep." Gu Zhao chuckled softly. "I'm just doing okay, after all."
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