Don't Bait Me Anymore! - Chapter 9

At first, Gu Zhiyi didn’t understand how this could be called a “reward.”

Before meeting Sheng Yan, Gu Zhiyi had always thought of himself as asexual.

Whenever his roommates chatted about such topics or watched similar works, he felt utterly uninterested and never participated, regardless of whether the protagonists were male or female.

His own sexual drive had always been minimal. The occasional instinctual stirrings he experienced upon waking were easily resolved with a cold shower or a perfunctory self-indulgence.

It was merely a “resolution,” offering no genuine pleasure whatsoever.

Until he met Sheng Yan.

That night, Sheng Yan wasn’t the only one who tasted the sweetness of the flesh.

It was the first time in Gu Zhiyi’s twenty years of life that he had experienced such intense pleasure in this matter.

So today, when Sheng Yan initially stated that this was all he wanted, Gu Zhiyi truly didn’t understand.

But it didn’t take long for him to understand.

The same act could yield entirely different experiences.

Sheng Yan’s rhythm was exquisite, his technique peerless.

Of course, what Sheng Yan offered Gu Zhiyi was far more than that.

“Didn’t you say last time” Sheng Yan whispered, his voice close to Gu Zhiyi’s ear, a soft chuckle escaping him. “That you wanted to hear my voice?”

He deliberately softened his tone, drawing out each word with a languid, slightly slurred cadence, as if murmuring sweet nothings to a lover.

In such close proximity, the air itself thrummed with intimacy.

The warmth of Sheng Yan’s breath brushed against Gu Zhiyi’s ear, sending a tingling, electric itch across his ear, half his cheek, and neck.

In a daze, Gu Zhiyi instinctively nodded. He could never forget how enchanting Sheng Yan’s voice had sounded that night.

But before he could react, Sheng Yan’s grip tightened slightly.

“Speak,” Sheng Yan murmured, his voice a mix of reminder and mild reprimand. “Don’t just nod.”

Gu Zhiyi’s voice came out hoarse. ” I want to hear…”

But Sheng Yan refused to let him off the hook, chuckling again. “Hear what? How can I help you if you don’t say it completely?”

He deliberately referred to himself as “brother,” but the teasing tone in his voice and the playful way he moved betrayed his true intentions.

Even Gu Zhiyi’s nearly stalled brain could tell that Sheng Yan was doing this on purpose.

He was deliberately teasing him, deliberately withholding relief.

Yet in that moment, he couldn’t refuse Sheng Yan’s wicked intentions and could only submit.

“I want to hear brother’s voice…” The raw desire in his heart finally crushed his usual shame. Gu Zhiyi closed his eyes, finally managing to speak a full sentence: “Brother… can you let me hear it?”

Before meeting Sheng Yan, Gu Zhiyi would never have imagined he could actually say such a thing.

Yet as the words left his lips, his earlobes inevitably flushed with shame.

This formed a stark contrast with his handsome face, now furrowed with deep concentration.

Sheng Yan was very satisfied and finally, as if bestowing a great favor, granted Gu Zhiyi’s request.

His thin lips parted near Gu Zhiyi’s ear.

A breath of air drilled into Gu Zhiyi’s ear canal, instantly burning straight into his heart.

Gu Zhiyi involuntarily closed his eyes.

In a moment of extreme daze, Gu Zhiyi even had the illusion that he was possessing Sheng Yan.

Otherwise, why else would Sheng Yan be making those sounds, so exquisitely melodious and seductive, rivaling those of that night?

But when Gu Zhiyi opened his eyes again, he was met with Sheng Yan’s impeccably dressed and composed appearance.

Not a single button on his mist-blue suit had come undone.

In that instant, Gu Zhiyi was inexplicably filled with a nameless anger, or more accurately, the primal urge to conquer etched into his male genes.

He wanted to drag the man before him down into the same depths.

But before he could act, Sheng Yan’s teasing voice rang in his ear: “Sound good? Like it?”

Gu Zhiyi’s thin lips pressed together, but he had no choice but to nod, following his true feelings.

But the next second, he was met with a slight punishment.

“I told you earlier,” Sheng Yan’s voice remained soft, but carried a hint of the warning tone of someone in authority, “Speak. Don’t just nod.”

An involuntary compulsion to obey.

Gu Zhiyi had to forcefully suppress the hoarse sound in his throat before speaking, “It’s very pleasant to hear, very… I like it.”

“So good,” Sheng Yan chuckled again. “As a reward, would you like me to tell you a secret?”

Gu Zhiyi blinked slowly, instinctively asking, “What?”

“Actually—” Sheng Yan deliberately drew out his words, making Gu Zhiyi even more eager. Only then did he calmly finish, “Actually, on the basketball court earlier, I never intended to look at anyone else.”

After a slight pause, Sheng Yan didn’t hesitate to express his admiration. “You’re exactly my type, Xiao Gu.”

These two unexpected sentences were like being denied hope, only to suddenly be showered with a huge handful of candy. Gu Zhiyi’s head spun, his breathing instantly growing more rapid.

Of course, the most visceral reaction might still be.

“Mmm…” But at that moment, Sheng Yan suddenly made a move that completely caught Gu Zhiyi off guard.

The instant he was restrained, Gu Zhiyi’s pupils involuntarily widened slightly.

But now, he could barely speak, let alone ask “Why?” He instinctively tried to complete the final step himself.

Yet Sheng Yan stopped him again.

“No.”

“You may only hold me.”

It was an exceptionally cold yet utterly captivating demand.

After a moment’s hesitation, Gu Zhiyi’s large, bony hand rose and settled on Sheng Yan’s back.

He finally did what he’d wanted to do earlier.

He forcefully pulled the man before him into his embrace.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, perhaps a century, or perhaps just a fleeting two minutes.

Only when Sheng Yan’s originally pristine, custom-made suit was covered in countless wrinkles did Gu Zhiyi finally hear Sheng Yan’s voice by his ear, like a divine decree: “It’s enough.”

At that moment, Gu Zhiyi’s soul trembled.

Only when his consciousness fully returned did Gu Zhiyi realize that Sheng Yan’s suit was completely ruined.

He was certain that Sheng Yan could have dodged the attack, but he hadn’t. Instead, he had let it happen.

An inexplicable sense of immense satisfaction surged through Gu Zhiyi, causing his heart to flutter slightly.

“You…” Gu Zhiyi pressed his lips together, finally speaking, his voice hoarse. “Your clothes are ruined. What should we do?”

Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow, a light smile playing on his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

“Since I’m the one who ruined them…” Gu Zhiyi’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily as he struggled to suppress the anticipation in his voice. “Can I wash them for you, Gege?”

Ignoring the burning intensity of his gaze, he looked like an obedient puppy.

Sheng Yan didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he studied Gu Zhiyi with renewed interest for another two seconds, until Gu Zhiyi subconsciously clenched his fingers. Finally, he nodded slightly. “Alright. You go out first. I’ll give it to you later.”

Gu Zhiyi froze, his gaze dropping instinctively. “But you haven’t…”

Sheng Yan didn’t mind being watched. He casually cut Gu Zhiyi off mid-sentence, saying, “Next time. I’ve had my fill for today.”

For Sheng Yan, satisfaction wasn’t limited to that one moment.

In truth, he had already been fully satisfied watching Gu Zhiyi’s angular face, almost bordering on stern, overflow with intense desire. When restrained, the dark eyes had become clouded with an almost pleading expression, a vulnerability Gu Zhiyi himself hadn’t even noticed.

Gu Zhiyi still looked somewhat bewildered, but Sheng Yan didn’t bother explaining further. Instead, he reached out to straighten the collar of the shirt he’d just rumpled. Then, with a smile, he added, “We might run into classmates when we go out. I heard voices earlier.”

Gu Zhiyi froze again.

His senses had been so completely consumed by Sheng Yan that he hadn’t registered any other sounds at all.

Understanding Sheng Yan’s meaning, Gu Zhiyi nodded and said in a low voice, “Okay, I’ll go out first and wait for you… at the gym entrance.”

After Sheng Yan agreed with a “Good,” Gu Zhiyi turned and gently opened the locker room door.

He stepped out quietly and quickly closed the door behind him.

Sheng Yan took off his suit jacket, which was now beyond repair, and casually folded it to conceal the telltale marks.

Soon, he heard voices outside, muffled but recognizable as Gu Zhiyi’s. It seemed there really was someone outside, and they happened to know Gu Zhiyi.

“Brother Yi, why are you here at the gymnasium alone?” asked a classmate.

“Looking for something,” Gu Zhiyi replied.

His answer was brief and his tone steady.

Sheng Yan could easily picture Gu Zhiyi maintaining that aloof, composed demeanor in front of his classmates, just as he’d seen him at the bar.

Yet it was a stark contrast to the man he’d just seen.

This striking dichotomy truly appealed to Sheng Yan.

He chuckled to himself, draped the suit jacket over his arm, and pushed the door open to leave.

He walked all the way to the gymnasium entrance without encountering anyone else.

As Sheng Yan approached, Gu Zhiyi immediately stepped forward to take the jacket.

His fingertips curled slightly.

It was an embarrassingly satisfying feeling.

Sheng Yan gave him an amused glance but didn’t expose him. “You have class this afternoon, right? I’ll head out now.”

As if surprised by his abrupt farewell, Gu Zhiyi paused for a moment before softly agreeing, “Okay.”

Sheng Yan waved goodbye and turned to head toward the school parking lot.

But before he could take a step, Gu Zhiyi called out from behind, “Gege…”

Sheng Yan stopped and turned back. “Hmm?” The question hung in the air.

But for some reason, Gu Zhiyi fell silent again, his jawline tightening.

Wondering what was suddenly troubling him, Sheng Yan casually guessed, then remembered Gu Zhiyi’s earlier emphasis on the basketball court.

Assuming Gu Zhiyi was still worried about this, Sheng Yan gave a clear answer with a light laugh. “Don’t worry, I feel the same way. No romance, no relationships.”

But the moment he finished speaking, Gu Zhiyi’s fingers, which had been gripping his suit, suddenly tightened.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes and brows seeming to droop slightly, as if he felt inexplicably wronged.

His voice also softened. “Gege, I just wanted to ask… when can we see each other again?”

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