After Helping the Protagonist Escape From a Madman, I Became His Target [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 31

Shen Luyang didn’t remember exactly how he had answered. The moment the word “Yes” escaped his lips, a wave of heat blurred his vision. He braced his body and, in one swift motion, bit down on Xie Weihan’s collarbone.

Cold, hard teeth collided with the bone beneath thin skin. In that stark contact, a primal, raw, animalistic instinct erupted.

Having finally gained a bit of the upper hand in this “lesson,” Shen Luyang released his grip. He intended to mimic Xie Weihan, to plant a gentle kiss on the tooth marks as a display of suave poise, but his clumsy inexperience left him caught mid-way, his nape grasped by a firm hand.

“Do you know how to kiss a wound?” The low, sexy voice rasped against his ear, the sentence ending with a damp kiss pressed into his earlobe.

Shen Luyang’s breath hitched violently. He tried to turn his head away, but Xie Weihan’s palm cupped his face, fingertips stroking the sensitive skin behind his ear. A force that was the polar opposite of “gentle” anchored him in place.

His upper body, which had just straightened up, collapsed back onto the sofa. Shen Luyang was forced to take deep, ragged breaths. His eyes were fixed, almost possessed, on the reddening marks on Xie Weihan’s collarbone. He rasped, “I know.”

First a kiss, then another, then… His brain was a mess of tangled thoughts. Afraid the other man would stop the lesson, he answered “Yes” to every question asked.

Xie Weihan let out an indulgent chuckle, exposing the obvious lie. “Let me teach you.”

Shen Luyang’s pupils contracted and then slowly dilated. His collarbone was pressed; the pain wasn’t sharp, but it was within the limits of his endurance—like tiny but undeniable sparks of electricity crawling up his spine and flooding his brain.

Something damp and warm was soothing the wound. Shen Luyang’s shoulders lurched upward, his palm bracing against Xie Weihan’s shoulder… then, his Adam’s apple was suddenly, unexpectedly bitten.

Shen Luyang froze completely. He stared at the ceiling with his mouth parted, lost. He wanted to cry out, but feared a sudden move might cause a tear in the skin, so only a muffled groan escaped him. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed restlessly, letting out a faint swallowing sound that was nearly swallowed by the sound of heavy breathing.

When the heat finally left his “tortured” throat and collarbone, Shen Luyang belatedly felt the abnormality in his body. He guiltily scooted back a few inches, trying to maintain a distance that wouldn’t be noticed, his fingers unconsciously clutching the sofa. “Teacher Xie, I’ve learned it. I—”

Xie Weihan acted as if he hadn’t heard a word. A powerful arm slid around Shen Luyang’s waist and easily hoisted him up.

Shen Luyang was now sitting on Xie Weihan’s lap, facing him. His legs were forced apart. The heat in the air spiked due to this compromising position. His lips were parched, his throat was thirsty, and a certain need was screaming to be satisfied.

Xie Weihan leaned back against the sofa. The gentleness in his eyes melted away under the heat, revealing a mere tip of the iceberg of his devouring, intense desire. A hand with clean, defined joints reached out to soothe the ruffled hair at the back of Shen Luyang’s head.

Shen Luyang was so hot he felt his vision burning. As if possessed, he nuzzled against the broad palm, pressing his cheek against the cool skin.

The air froze. The hand at the back of his head suddenly tightened.

Shen Luyang was forced to look down into Xie Weihan’s narrow, dangerous eyes. Fang Yi’s words suddenly flashed through his mind: “He is like a perfect dream.”

If he could, Shen Luyang wanted to call Fang Yi right now. Is the dream this real? The dream feels this good?! Dr. Fang, have you just never had a dream before?

His thoughts were like a stream rushing after a rain—appearing suddenly, then slipping away quietly. He soon lost the capacity to be distracted.

A thumb meticulously traced Shen Luyang’s parted, flushed lips. The curve of Xie Weihan’s mouth held a touch of tenderness and guidance, but beneath that human skin lay a dirty, surging, and uncontrollable possessiveness.

“Now…” The crimson lips moved. Shen Luyang dazed, touched them with his finger, only to have it taken into the man’s mouth. Xie Weihan looked up at him playfully, his raspy voice winding around Shen Luyang’s ears. “What do you want to do to me?”

Shen Luyang’s thoughts snapped tight like a precarious thread. Snap. It broke.

He cupped Xie Weihan’s face and, using the techniques he had just learned, leaned down to kiss him with a hint of urgency. The man’s palm moved from the side of his neck down to his back and then his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace.

They were pressed so close there wasn’t a single gap between them. The temperature rose rapidly; even their breath was scorching. Shen Luyang kept nothing back, presenting everything. It’s proactive and reactive to the man who now controlled him entirely.

Xie Weihan considerately tended to his lostness. Every touch carried a soul-shaking force, like a brand on the skin—marks that would eventually fade, but the feeling was etched into the depths of his soul, unforgettable until the day he died.

******

The clouds parted, and moonlight as clear as water filtered through the curtains, leaving a hazy trail on the tiles and stirring the still air.

Shen Luyang stared at the abstract pattern on the wall hanging. The clarity of the image, like his currently sober mind, told him one thing: he had just, in a state of total sobriety, kissed, played, and behaved recklessly with Xie Weihan.

“Do you want to shower?” Xie Weihan’s hand remained on the side of his face. His calloused thumb lightly brushed Shen Luyang’s chin; a post-intimacy tenderness, like petting an exhausted big dog.

Shen Luyang recovered a beat late. A delayed heat steamed up his entire face. He was embarrassed, at a loss, and felt a strange, unidentifiable sense of regret, as if he had just committed some great taboo. His conscience was screaming.

He sat up abruptly, avoiding Xie Weihan’s eyes. He walked toward the bathroom, shouting guiltily, “Sure! I’ll take a shower. It’s a bit hot!”

Xie Weihan curled his lips nonchalantly, watching the retreating back as he fled, in no hurry to stop him.

After a few steps, Shen Luyang realized something and stopped. He slumped his shoulders and turned back resignedly, rubbing the back of his head. “Teacher Xie, could I borrow a pair of pants?”

He’d gone a bit too far earlier and accidentally made a mess. It was very awkward.

Xie Weihan rose leisurely and walked to his side. “Come on. Pick whatever you like.”

The distance between them vanished instantly. Shen Luyang’s heart began to hammer thump-thump-thump again. A feeling he had never experienced before spread through his chest. He scratched his cheek in confusion. It’s over, why is it still beating like this?

The walk-in closet was larger than Shen Luyang expected. Xie Weihan opened one side, filled with loungewear in styles similar to what he usually wore. “They’re all new.”

Shen Luyang chose a black set and fled to the bathroom. Under the warm water, he brushed back his wet hair, staring down in thought. After a while, he blinked and muffled a “Holy crap” into his hand.

Without any pheromones, he and Xie Weihan had… and he had actually… enjoyed it!

No, Shen Luyang gripped his hair, thinking hard. Shouldn’t the ABO world require pheromones? The previous times were definitely the pheromones’ doing… right?

He leaned against the wall, letting the hot water pour over him, deep in self-reflection. Finally, he found a battered excuse that barely counted as a reason: He liked mature, powerful women… and Teacher Xie, in those moments, was quite… “that.”

What is “that”?! Shen Luyang wiped his face in despair. He couldn’t accept that as a man, without any external force, he had naturally done such things with another man.

Fiction becoming reality? No. I’m literally in a novel.

Shen Luyang had read many BL novels, but most were plot-driven thrillers. The most common comment was “Please just let them kiss.” Broken Love Plus was the most scandalous one he’d read. Once, he had been one of those “please let them” people. Now, he was just bewildered.

Rumor had it—though he didn’t know where the rumor came from—that certain acts between the same sex don’t define orientation but are just a simple release. Apparently, it’s common in prisons.

Shen Luyang gave the mirror a cynical grin. This isn’t a f—king prison.

Whatever. He squeezed some shampoo out and lathered it into his hair, settling on a self-defeating definition: Xie Weihan was too good-looking—prettier than mature women in high heels. He had developed “unspeakable thoughts” that transcended gender. Two single guys helping each other out was no big deal!

******

Shen Luyang took the longest shower of his life. He came out drying his hair, only to see Xie Weihan sitting on the sofa reading. Xie Weihan had used another bathroom; the tips of his hair were still damp.

“The room is ready,” Xie Weihan smiled at him. “Hungry? Want to eat before sleeping?”

Shen Luyang touched his stomach and checked the time. It was past 9:00 PM. “No thanks,” he rubbed his abs. The shower had washed away some of the previous unease. He sat down next to Xie Weihan and stretched. “I’m too lazy to move. If I eat, I’ll have to work out again.”

As agreed—though the process had been different—he was staying the night. Shen Luyang glanced at the man and found himself sinking again, utterly defenseless. It was a face that lured one into the depths; how was a devotee of beauty supposed to cope?

The thump-thump in his chest seemed to grow louder. He pressed a hand to his heart, feeling lost. It had never been like this just from looking at a face before. Has my inner lecher evolved?

Xie Weihan turned a page with a soft rustle. He placed a bookmark and closed the book. Perhaps because he’d just showered, the red wine perfume was stronger than usual. Shen Luyang’s nose twitched unconsciously.

Seeing his puppy-like behavior, Xie Weihan set the book down. His cool fingertips brushed against a faint red mark on the side of Shen Luyang’s neck. If anyone claimed earlier it had been a dream, this mark and the slight lingering ache were the evidence that tore the rumor apart.

Shen Luyang felt an itch where he was touched, but out of a moral sense that he “couldn’t be a scumbag and discard Teacher Xie after enjoying him,” he didn’t pull away. He allowed himself to flush red under the ghost of a touch.

…Then he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Teacher Xie!” Shen Luyang clutched his neck.

“Hmm?” Xie Weihan traced a circle on the back of his neck before unhurriedly withdrawing his hand. “Uncomfortable?”

The gentle tone made Shen Luyang swallow the words “don’t touch my neck, it’s itchy.” After a long pause, he managed, “I’m sleepy. Are you?”

Xie Weihan rested his hands on his lap, his fingers tapping rhythmically. “I’m alright.”

Shen Luyang leaned back, burying himself in the sofa. He rubbed his neck hard, trying to lessen the strange sensation. His heart stubbornly began to race again.

He pounded his chest. “I need to go to the hospital during the break. Arrhythmia. Probably from staying up late.”

He stayed up until the middle of the night studying physics, and he’d been proctoring exams lately. He was exhausted.

Xie Weihan’s lips curved almost imperceptibly as he masked his amusement. A faint look of concern appeared as he pressed his palm against Shen Luyang’s heart, quietly feeling the rapid heartbeat alongside him.

Thump… thump… thump…

Thump-thump, thump-thump…

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump…

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