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Cold water dripped from Chu Wanning’s chin and into the restroom sink below, but it couldn’t cool down the heat in his face nor the thoughts invading his righteous mind. His hands gripping the bathroom counter refused to let go. He tried to level out his breathing from where he was silently panting, but that damned dog Mo Ran just wouldn’t let him exist in peace.
Shameful, shameful, shameful. But shame was something Mo Ran could handle, and that’s how this upright librarian of Sisheng Tech had the now unfortunate knowledge of what type of things Mo Ran indulged in.
More unfortunately, Chu Wanning couldn’t stop the arousal pressing against his pants, making itself known to all of the world. His erection was practically screaming from the rooftops, Hey, look at me! This perverted old man loves the thought of having such an obnoxious student between his legs!
Chu Wanning lifted his gaze to the bathroom mirror, and looked at himself closely. He was always so good at keeping himself pieced together, so holy. But now he just couldn’t, there was no way. He quickly retrieved an unsullied handkerchief from the pocket of his button up shirt, and he wiped away the water droplets that clung to his face.
He sighed. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Just completely forget that Mo Ran, the man he desperately tried to deny he held affections for, was into men? No, no, no. Not like this, he wasn’t supposed to find out about that in such a filthy way.
Curiosity wasn’t something well acquainted with Chu Wanning, but it killed him on the spot when he finally decided to peek into it. He stood in the restroom, finally composing himself and retracing his steps from the events that just unfolded ten minutes ago.
“Professor, where would you like me to shelve these books?” Came the voice of Xue Meng, precisely ten minutes ago. Their library was ever expanding, and they got new shipments of different literature on a monthly basis. Chu Wanning casted him a sidelong glance from where he was, a couple of bookcases over.
“You’ve been under my apprenticeship for three years. Shouldn’t you know how to proceed with the shipments by now?”
Xue Meng looked down at the books in his arms. He answered wryly, “Yeah, Professor is right. I’ll go ahead and get it taken care of then.”
“Three years, huh Mengmeng? Aren’t you a little too far into your degree to be acting like you don’t know shit?” Came the soothing yet taunting voice of a sturdy and masculine young man, sitting in a chair not too far away. Mo Ran knew exactly how to get under his cousin’s skin, and it pleased him to do so.
Shi Mei, ever the beauty, sat in a chair next to him. They both waited for Xue Meng to finish his duties for the day so they could head back to their dorms together, as per their usual routine ever since Xue Meng decided to be taught directly under Chu Wanning.
“Why are you even here? I thought you were supposed to be hanging out with that Song girl!” Xue Meng fired back.
Mo Ran lazily flipped through a book he had pulled from his own bag, his eyes lingering over whatever was inside. He didn’t even look at his cousin when he replied.
“Yeah yeah, you know I didn’t even get past the talking stage with her. Hurry up, look at how badly you're stressing out Professor Chu. Even he needs a break from you every now and then.”
As Chu Wanning heard these words, he immediately scowled and looked at Mo Ran briefly before turning away and approaching Xue Meng. He grabbed the stack of books from him and said huffily, “You may go. I’ll do this myself.”
He patted himself on the back for not styling up his hair for work today, or else the pink tint of his ears would have been visible. He heard Mo Ran scoff and laugh at Xue Meng as he walked behind the chairs he and Shi Mei were sitting on.
From behind, Chu Wanning stole glances at Mo Ran’s long legs that were propped up on a coffee table before him. His scowl deepened from this view of his strapping legs but also from the fact that using the coffee tables as footrests was against the rules.
He stood behind Mo Ran’s chair, ready to reprimand him, but his eyes bulged when he caught a glimpse of what was inside the book that Mo Ran was reading. All he wanted was just a glance, not anything more! That was the first time he ever saw Mo Ran reading anything either, so he just wanted to see what he was interested in!
That student who was the sole reason for Chu Wanning’s wet daydreams while he would drift off into space every now and then. That student who was the sole reason for the pink tint that engulfed his ears.
No, Mo Ran wasn't reading anything. Not anything at all…The book he held in his hands as he casually turned each page was filled with images of men.
Men on men pornography.
A yelp startled Mo Ran and Shi Mei as they quickly looked behind them to witness with their own eyes Chu Wanning dropping those brand new books onto the carpeted floor, disrupting the usual quiet of the building. Mo Ran’s eyes met Chu Wanning’s that were fixated on him with his lips slightly parted. Although he had phoenix eyes, this look was wide; something that Mo Ran had never seen from this man that always seemed to look down on him at any given opportunity.
He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t fantasized about making Professor Chu look up at him from where Mo Ran would have him positioned on his knees, looking ethereal and slutty. He knew Chu Wanning wasn’t into men though, so he would unapologetically rub one out to these fantasies before forcing them from his head and continuing on with his studies.
In record speed time, Chu Wanning schooled his expression and paid no mind to the heap of books at his feet. His face darkened and he looked away from where everyone was looking at him before waltzing into the bathroom at an even better record speed time.
Mo Ran’s gaze followed Professor Chu from behind, wondering what made him do such a thing. He exchanged confused glances with Shi Mei and Xue Meng before his eyes focused on the book still open in his hands, still open from where Chu Wanning had been looking from behind.
The page depicting men, nothing unusual. Naked men, one prying open the other’s jaws with his member. The man below taking it in, blindfolded and cock standing at attention.
Nothing unusual to Mo Ran, but it was safe to assume that such a thing had never been viewed by that holy virgin Chu Wanning. He probably couldn’t even get it up, or so everyone assumed. But, just for a split second, when Chu Wanning had speedily walked past Mo Ran toward the restroom, he could have sworn he saw something that resembled a bulge in his pants. Mo Ran’s heartbeat practically stopped at the moment realization hit.
Mo Weiyu was fucked. He was so, so fucked.
But Chu Wanning wished for himself to be the one getting fucked. The restroom door burst open and Xue Meng peeked his head in to look at his teacher with genuine concern.
“Professor, what happened? Are you alright? You’ve been in here for a while.” He took cautious steps to where Chu Wanning was standing unmoving, but he noticed the quickening rise and fall of his chest.
Chu Wanning felt like he couldn’t breathe. He needed to get away from here. As far away from Mo Weiyu as physically possible. He had let his mask slip for only a moment, but Mo Ran had seen it raw and unfiltered.
Naked, he felt naked. This wasn’t how he wanted to find out. He knew he would never have a chance even if Mo Ran was into men, but the chaste Chu Wanning now had pictures of them together in his mind.
Pictures of that erotica. In that exact same position. His mouth eagerly enclosed around Mo Ran’s swollen cock, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes hidden behind a blindfold. Mo Ran leaning his hips forward as he held a firm grip to Chu Wanning’s long and inky black hair, making him take it as far down as humanly possible.
Absurd. How could he ever think of a student in such an unforgivable way? Even if his facial expression didn’t betray him at all from where Xue Meng was scanning him, his unsteady breathing said otherwise. He turned to face his disciple and his tone came out harsh and direct.
“I don’t need you following after me like some fool. Didn’t I tell you I’d take care of the shipment myself?” He glowered before walking past Xue Meng while fixing his tie.
“Go. Don’t worry about helping me for the rest of the day.”
Xue Meng stood there dumbfounded after Chu Wanning exited the restroom as if nothing had happened. He eventually scoffed and smiled though, thinking about how silly it was for his professor to keep putting up that defensive front which had always been there from the day they started working together.
Regardless of the situation, Xue Meng knew his teacher was kind-hearted but struggled profusely when conveying it into anything but subtle actions. So, he shrugged it off before leaving the restroom himself and heading toward Mo Ran and Shi Mei to go venture back to their dorms.