After The Beautiful Woman Moves Into The Jock's Dorm Room - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: “You won’t help me, you won’t save me, you are too cruel…”

Half an hour later, Shen Qingyu started to feel that something was wrong. He frequently wanted to drink, his mouth felt dry, his body suddenly became very hot, and an unbearable, tiny itch crawled out from his bones, making him want to twist his body.

He thought he was allergic to something and immediately wanted to stand up and leave, but found his legs were incredibly weak.

He was exhausted all over, his thoughts became confused, and the sight before him was blurry, twisted, and entangled. He wanted to shout for help, but found he couldn’t make a sound. His throat felt glued together, and even breathing was difficult.

No… I can’t just sit here and wait for death…

Shen Qingyu fiercely pinched his inner thigh, the pain bringing tears to his eyes. He struggled to turn his head, trying to seek help from Song Yu.

A strange man appeared in front of him, blocking the light. The shadow enveloped Shen Qingyu. He slowly raised his head, meeting the eyes of this unfamiliar man.

“You look very uncomfortable. Do you need my help?”

Shen Qingyu couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, but he could vaguely feel a murky gaze lingering on his body, identical to the chilling, sticky sensation he had felt earlier. He instantly became wary, suppressing the agonizing itchiness, and rejected the man’s offer of help:

“N-no… I don’t need it…”

“Really? But your face is very red,” the man pretended to be concerned. “You’re sweating a lot, are you too hot? Do you want to take off your clothes?” He then reached out his hand.

“No, no…”

“It’s okay, let me help you.”

Just as the man’s fingers were about to touch Shen Qingyu’s collar, he felt a sharp sting on his wrist. The next second, he was violently pushed away, the pain rapidly spreading throughout his arm.

The man was unhappy that his prey had flown away and glared fiercely at the person in front of him: “What the hell is wrong with you? Get lost!”

Song Yu’s eyelids drooped, revealing a sliver of dark pupils. The reflection of his glasses shone on the man’s face, making him involuntarily shut his eyes. He was actually intimidated by the aura emanating from a student who looked about twenty years old!

“What were you going to do to him?” His voice was low, and his gaze was calm and deep.

The man swallowed a few times, blustering: “Mind your own business. He’s my boyfriend. We’re just fooling around, what’s it to you? Get lost if you know what’s good for you!” He signaled to another figure in the distance. Quickly, the man who Shen Qingyu had helped earlier by pointing out the restroom appeared behind Song Yu. They sandwiched him, expecting him to be timid, but Song Yu actually took a step forward. At close range, the man seemed to see a terrifying light flash in the young student’s eyes.

“Boyfriend?” Song Yu scoffed, though his face held no trace of a smile, his expression growing darker. “How come I didn’t know he had a boyfriend like you?”

His cold palm gripped the man’s neck, the force so great that the man instantly began to suffocate. He opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to breathe, but couldn’t grasp a shred of oxygen. “You… let go…”

“Which hand did you touch him with?”

Song Yu’s gaze was like that of someone examining an ant that could be crushed at any moment. Even the accomplice standing behind him dared not step forward.

The man let out “uh uh” sounds from his throat, the whites of his eyes streaked with red. The terror of impending death made him beg loudly for mercy, completely ignoring the embarrassment of being witnessed by others in the bar.

“I didn’t touch him… I didn’t…”

“What drug did you give him?” Song Yu glanced at Shen Qingyu, who was trembling, slumped over the table, noticing his ears were so red they looked like they were on fire.

“Aphro… aphrodisiac…”

Song Yu clenched his jaw, his jawline taut in a sharp straight line. He knew Shen Qingyu was the more urgent matter, so he released his grip and, as the man desperately gasped for air, he violently kneed him in the abdomen.

At that moment, the man behind Song Yu suddenly raised a beer bottle high. At the critical moment, Yang Yu, who had rushed over to see the commotion, shouted: “Watch out!”

Song Yu narrowed his eyes, turned his head, dodged the attack, and cleanly lifted his leg to kick the man to the ground.

With that, the two malicious men were dealt with. A few enthusiastic bystanders helped call the police. Song Yu pulled Shen Qingyu up, draped his arm over his own neck, and before leaving, briefly glanced at the stunned Yang Yu:

“I’m taking him. You handle things here.”

Yang Yu snapped back to reality, but they were already gone.

…

Shen Qingyu’s body was frighteningly hot. He leaned against Song Yu, occasionally letting out a faint moan. He hadn’t walked two steps before his legs began to tremble, so Song Yu simply picked him up and carried him horizontally.

He didn’t take Shen Qingyu home but found a hotel. Inside the room, he gently placed Shen Qingyu on the bed and leaned over, looking at his flushed cheeks.

Shen Qingyu lifted his heavy eyelids. A somewhat familiar face appeared in his sight. He looked as if he had found a life raft. He tried to get up but had no strength. He rubbed himself against the bed, weakly grabbing Song Yu’s shirt on his chest, and whimpered: “Save me… I feel so uncomfortable…”

His collar slipped, revealing his pale chest. His lips, bitten red and swollen, glistened with moisture. Sweat-soaked hair clung to his temples. His misty eyes exuded a natural allure, silently tempting Song Yu to taste him.

Almost instantly, Song Yu reacted.

But his expression remained calm, even carrying a hint of detached indifference: “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere… everywhere, it hurts so much… save me…”

He was like a person who had lost his mind, instinctively seeking help from a familiar face. When met with indifference, his heart felt sour. He didn’t understand why Song Yu was treating him this way, why he wouldn’t help him or save him. Yet, he couldn’t articulate how he wanted Song Yu to help him, only issuing plaintive moans, repeating his pain over and over.

Song Yu let out a laugh.

This brief laugh floated into Shen Qingyu’s ears, igniting his last shred of sanity.

His reason gradually crumbled, and Shen Qingyu’s willpower also succumbed to the potent effect of the drug. He tremblingly stretched out his burning palm, rubbing it against Song Yu’s neck.

So cool… so comfortable.

As if he had found an anti-itch remedy, Shen Qingyu arched his chest, wanting to press his entire body against Song Yu’s to cool down.

Faced with Shen Qingyu’s embrace, Song Yu merely watched calmly. Even though his lower abdomen was tight, almost ready to burst, he took no action, as if simply appreciating Shen Qingyu’s efforts to please him was enough for release.

“Why…” Shen Qingyu’s voice held a trace of a sob. “Song Yu… please save me?”

“How do you want me to save you?” Song Yu said coldly.

He shook his head, violently shaking his head, tears flinging out with the motion. “I don’t know… I don’t know…”

“I’m going to die…” Shen Qingyu opened his mouth, and a sliver of red tongue peeked out. He was too uncomfortable to breathe through his nose anymore, only able to gasp deeply through his mouth.

Yet, Song Yu’s cool and indifferent scent infiltrated everywhere, making the itching all over his body even more unbearable.

He knew he must look awful right now, but he couldn’t control his desire. He could only cry while raising his arms to cover his face, as if this could shield his fragile dignity.

Song Yu finally made a move. He slowly began to remove Shen Qingyu’s clothes layer by layer, his movements gentle, his eyes locked on the gradually exposed skin. His icy fingertips lightly and ambiguously touched Shen Qingyu’s delicate skin, eliciting a shiver.

After removing the last piece of clothing, Song Yu straightened up, looking down at Shen Qingyu lying naked before him.

The scene he had fantasized about countless times in his dreams had actually come true.

Xiao Yu’s skin was whiter and softer than he had imagined, flawless. He knew that even a little pressure would leave a red mark on his inner thigh.

Song Yu lifted Shen Qingyu, holding his hips like he was cradling an infant, his palm gently stroking the back of his neck. Under his soothing touch, Shen Qingyu finally stopped crying, his burning cheek resting against the hollow of Song Yu’s neck.

He was placed in the bathtub.

The cool water enveloped Shen Qingyu’s skin. He immediately let out a sigh of satisfaction, wishing the water could be even colder.

Song Yu admired the sight before him, his hand itching badly. He desperately wanted to film this moment with his phone so he could replay it again and again.

But the words Shen Qingyu had once said to him suddenly flashed into his mind, and he ultimately restrained himself.

“Can you make it a little cooler?” He squinted, asking softly.

“No.”

“But I feel uncomfortable…”

“Be obedient.”

Shen Qingyu whimpered. Turbid liquid floated in the bathtub. His voice trembled as he accused: “You won’t help me, you won’t save me, you are too cruel…”

Song Yu’s eyes darkened. He grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze, his voice harsh: “I’m cruel? Aren’t you the cruelest one? Does your boyfriend know you are like this in front of me?”

“So shameless, so alluring, it makes me want to devour you completely.”

“You two haven’t done it yet, right? Want to try?”

Shen Qingyu flinched. Cheng Che appeared in his mind, and his reason seemed to return somewhat. He shook his head, his expression pitiful: “No…”

“Don’t want to? Then what did you mean by asking me to save you just now?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Liar,” Song Yu flatly exposed him. “You know.”

“I don’t know…”

“Then I’ll tell you now. There’s only one way for me to save you,” Song Yu said, word by word, leaning close to his ear, his voice chillingly cold, “and that is—”

“No…” Shen Qingyu closed his eyes helplessly.

“Let me take you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yu put his hand into the water, stirring the murky water in the bathtub into a whirlpool. In the cool palm, Shen Qingyu tensed his legs, desperately shaking and struggling.

The water was completely cool now. Shen Qingyu was picked up again and tossed onto the soft, large bed.

Just when he thought Song Yu was about to do something to him, his vision suddenly went dark. Song Yu had covered his eyes with his palm. After Shen Qingyu gently closed his eyes, he heard a clear voice by his ear:

“Sleep, my little Yu baby.”

“I won’t touch you.”