After an Accidental Kiss, I Shared a Sensory Link with My Arch-Rival - Chapter 1

“Ah, f*ck. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

“Be good. Do not move.”

“You motherfucker!”

On a dormitory top bunk, a young man was cursing in his sleep. His upper body was bare, his knees were hooked over the bed railing, and his calves hung down naturally. A slender, strikingly white ankle was currently gripped in Chen Zhiyan’s palm, leaving a few red marks behind. The latter had a cold expression and a detached tone as he spoke.

“Jiang Yu, let go.”

Hearing his rival’s voice, Jiang Yu’s temper flared instantly. He snapped his eyes open to find himself clutching Chen Zhiyan’s collar so hard that the neckline was deformed, leaving several red scratches across that elegant collarbone.

He froze for a moment, then released one hand. He propped his elbow up lazily, resting his cheek against his knuckles. His eyes were tinged with a faint red, and his voice carried the raspy, lingering drowsiness of someone who had just woken up. “Getting flirty first thing in the morning? Who exactly are you trying to seduce?”

“…” Chen Zhiyan remained expressionless, but his hand tightened around Jiang Yu’s ankle, lifting it slightly as his gaze swept over him. “You are the flirty one. Even your underwear is lace-trimmed.”

Jiang Yu: “???”

“I will fuck your ancestors, you dog Chen!” Jiang Yu hurriedly let go of Chen Zhiyan’s collar and pulled a thin quilt over his upper thighs.

“If you can get up, go ahead and do it.”

As soon as Chen Zhiyan let go, he took a blunt kick to the shoulder. He frowned immediately, calling out the other’s name as a warning. “Jiang Yu.”

“What do you want with your father?” Jiang Yu kicked him again and pulled his leg back, cursing, “Damn it, you are everywhere. You even dare to try and take my territory in my dreams. Do not worry though, you cannot win against me. In fact, I gave you a hell of a beating in the dream!”

“Oh.”

“…” Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and glared at Chen Zhiyan, continuing, “You were beaten so badly you were crying for your parents, kneeling on the ground begging me to let you go.”

Having grown up with Jiang Yu, Chen Zhiyan understood his temperament perfectly. He replied flatly, “Dreams are the opposite of reality. You cannot beat me.”

That single sentence made Jiang Yu’s fur stand on end.

“The hell?”

He rolled up his non-existent sleeves and sat up in bed. “If you are so tough, let us have a fight right now.”

“Not fighting.” Chen Zhiyan took two steps back to straighten his collar, saying coldly, “Next time, remember to wear mouth tape before you go to sleep. Stop talking in your sleep. People who do not know any better would think you were being raped in your dreams because you were screaming so miserably.”

“!” Jiang Yu’s brain buzzed at the words. His entire face turned a violent shade of red. Seething with rage, he pointed a trembling finger at Chen Zhiyan. “I fucking knew you were not decent! Your mind is always in the gutter. You are shameless!”

Besides, he was a man. How could he be raped?

Chen Zhiyan let out a cold chuckle and tapped the play button on his phone.

The audio was filled with Jiang Yu’s sleep talk, consisting of a series of whimpers and moans.

It really did sound exactly like what he had just described.

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he began to sneer. “I think you are just the one who likes listening to it. You specifically recorded it to slander me. Pui! You act so dignified usually, but you are actually just a closet pervert, a total freak.”

“It is a video.”

Chen Zhiyan turned the screen toward Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu’s voice caught in his throat. He lunged forward to snatch the phone, but his foot slipped. He ended up hanging awkwardly over the edge of the railing, half-dangling in a mortifying position.

To lose face in front of his rival was the most humiliating thing in the world to him.

Add that video on top of it?

Damn it.

Had he not just handed Chen Zhiyan the perfect leverage on a silver platter?

Chen Zhiyan turned off the phone, put it in his pocket, and zipped it up. He crossed his arms and watched with feigned patience as Jiang Yu’s face turned red from holding his breath. When their eyes met, two cold words dropped from his lips: “Beg me.”

“Beg your mother!”

Jiang Yu gripped the railing, trying to flip himself back over, but his long legs were just flailing in the air, unable to reach the ground. He could not bring himself to beg Chen Zhiyan. Just as he was about to run out of breath, Chen Zhiyan grabbed Jiang Yu’s shoulders and shoved him back onto the bed.

The movement was anything but gentle.

Once Jiang Yu was sitting steadily, he huffed, “Fake kindness.”

“Your ass is curvier than a girl’s.”

The verbal attack was devastatingly effective.

Jiang Yu twisted his body to look back. “Where the fuck is it curvy?”

It actually was quite curvy.

Unbelievable.

Why had he not noticed before?

He wanted to say something to shut Chen Zhiyan up, but Chen Zhiyan was already walking toward the bathroom. Jiang Yu grabbed a pack of wet wipes and threw it at him. “What does my ass being curvy have to do with you? Watch it for that long and you are going to get styes in your eyes!”

Being treated like this over and over again, even as his rival, caused Chen Zhiyan to grind his back teeth slightly. He bent down to pick up the wet wipes, turned on his heel, and walked back toward him.

With his hair in a mess, Jiang Yu looked at Chen Zhiyan warily. “Want to fight? Come on!”

Before he could finish, Chen Zhiyan, kneeling at the foot of the bed, grabbed his ankle again. With a violent tug, Jiang Yu was pulled backward. His head slammed into the pillow, leaving him dazed for several seconds.

As the sound of a scuffle broke out, Jiang Yu turned red with shame and fury. He kicked out, and the two of them became a tangled mess of limbs on the top bunk. The bed frame creaked and groaned, a testament to how intensely they were fighting.

Compared to Chen Zhiyan, Jiang Yu was smaller in both height and build. Naturally, he was not as strong, but he refused to accept it. He provoked him every single time only to fail, which was one of the reasons he hated Chen Zhiyan more and more.

Five minutes later, Jiang Yu was pinned to the bed, completely suppressed. Both of his wrists were held in one of Chen Zhiyan’s hands and pinned behind the small of his back. The angle forced his waist to arch upward. Stubbornly, he bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. His reddened eyes were forced to well up with stray tears as he glared fiercely at Chen Zhiyan.

Chen Zhiyan frowned, using his free hand to press down on Jiang Yu’s abdomen. “Do not move.”

Sensing something, Jiang Yu let out a trembling, mocking laugh, his narrow shoulders shrinking back slightly. “Now I know why you are always targeting me. You actually like me, do you not? You scheming little gay. I am going back to tell your mother and have her make you kneel in the ancestral hall!”

Chen Zhiyan patted Jiang Yu’s face expressionlessly. The gesture was demeaning and flirtatious, but with his face, it did not seem vulgar; instead, it felt exceptionally provocative. “I am targeting you?”

Jiang Yu was fuming from being patted, but his knees were pinned down so hard he could not even manage a kick. “Fuck, you dare pat me one more time, and I will fuck you to death!”

Following another light patting sound, Chen Zhiyan looked down at Jiang Yu. “I patted you. Go ahead, fuck me to death.”

“I told you since we were kids, do not be too arrogant.”

Slap!

“I am being arrogant. Fuck me to death, then.”