MVCFO CH24

Lin Xiangqi recalled that he had known Lu Cong for over ten years. When they were children, they had even once bathed together in the bathtub. Normally, being completely naked and open with each other wasn’t something unusual.

For one, just that summer in their first year of high school, they went swimming and even showered together in the public locker room.

At that time, Lin Xiangqi was truly carefree.

First, he believed he was a Beta, so there was no major second-gender difference between him and Lu Cong — unlike Alphas, who might reject each other, or A and Os, who might be attracted to each other. Back then, he thought he and Lu Cong were safe, so he never deliberately kept his distance.

Second, Lin Xiangqi was already so used to Lu Cong’s presence that they were familiar enough not to need boundaries, intimate like one person. How could he care about wearing clothes or not?

But…

That carefree feeling was only true until today.

Now, Lin Xiangqi couldn’t be carefree at all.

The moment the bathroom door opened, his mind went blank; he didn’t even know whether to cover his front or his back first.

That little pink pillar standing tall in front of him—no matter how close they were, he was still embarrassed to let Lu Cong see it…

But his backside had fallen hard and hurt badly—he really wanted to rub his butt.

While Lin Xiangqi was hesitating and tangled between front and back, Lu Cong had already bent down, lifted his knees and back, and carried him horizontally. Then gently placed him into the bathtub.

Out of reflex, Lin Xiangqi covered his front, but he noticed that Lu Cong’s expression was completely normal, as if he had simply come in to help someone who accidentally fell.

Lin Xiangqi sat crouched in the bathtub, hugging his knees—a safer position. The warm water poured over him again, washing away the brief awkwardness. Lin Xiangqi didn’t dare speak; Lu Cong didn’t say anything either. The two of them were very quiet.

Lu Cong gently and carefully washed his hair, then rinsed off the remaining shower gel from his body before bringing a towel to dry him.

He didn’t look away once.

Lin Xiangqi gradually relaxed, thinking Lu Cong hadn’t noticed the awkwardness below, secretly feeling lucky.

“What were you doing inside just now?”

Lu Cong asked while drying his hair.

“What? Nothing!” Lin Xiangqi shivered and nearly exposed himself but quickly corrected, “…What could you be doing in the bathroom besides showering? Haha.”

Lu Cong slowly brushed aside a wet strand of hair, “How did you fall?”

How else? It was because he squeezed out too much shower gel, which dripped on the floor, and in his panic, he stepped on the slippery spot and fell.

But Lin Xiangqi was afraid Lu Cong would ask why he was so nervous. After all, given their relationship, even if Lu Cong had come in directly, Lin Xiangqi should have been able to stay calm and continue showering.

He hesitated a bit over how to phrase it, but Lu Cong changed the question: “Does it hurt?”

Lin Xiangqi felt wronged immediately, pouting, “Yes, it hurts. It feels like my tailbone is about to crack.”

Lu Cong silently glanced at him, “Really?”

Lin Xiangqi was exaggerating to describe how he felt.

His fall had really hurt, but he knew if his bone was truly broken, he wouldn’t be able to move at all right now.

He thought Lu Cong would understand his exaggeration, but unexpectedly, Lu Cong’s hand suddenly moved behind him, along his lower back. His finger found a hollow spot and gently pressed.

“Ah!” Lin Xiangqi’s whole body’s hair stood on end, and he stiffened, “W-what are you doing…?”

“Checking if it’s serious.” Lu Cong’s expression was calm and serious, seemingly really checking the tailbone, “Does this hurt?”

As he spoke, his fingers rubbed in circles, causing Lin Xiangqi’s limbs to go numb. He forgot to cover the front and hugged Lu Cong’s arm, saying, “It doesn’t hurt anymore, stop it.”

Lin Xiangqi felt an illusion that if he didn’t stop Lu Cong, his fingers would go somewhere else.

But he probably overthought it. As soon as he spoke, Lu Cong immediately withdrew his hand, showing no intention to go further.

He still had that serious look, expressionless, handing him clothes and casually reaching out his hand to take him, “Come.”

Lin Xiangqi breathed a sigh of relief, sure now that he had misjudged Lu Cong — Lu Cong wasn’t the type to mess around; everything he did was out of concern!

Understanding this, Lin Xiangqi felt less awkward, propped himself up, got out of the bathtub, and prepared to put on his clothes.

But then he found Lu Cong hadn’t brought him any pants.

There were no pants inside or outside.

He thought Lu Cong hadn’t noticed the pants and reached to get them himself.

But Lu Cong stopped him and said, “Just like this.”

Lin Xiangqi didn’t think much and tried to rationalize Lu Cong’s behavior. He asked, “What’s wrong? Are my pants wet? Then I’ll go change—”

Before he finished, Lu Cong’s usually calm and upright gaze slowly fixed on Lin Xiangqi’s currently very alert place.

He said, “It’d be uncomfortable for you to wear them like this.”

Lin Xiangqi: “?”

Lin Xiangqi: “!”

Haha, so Lu Cong had already seen it.

He felt like dying.

Lin Xiangqi’s limbs stiffened as he turned his back and bowed his head, wishing to find a hole to crawl into.

But Lu Cong seemed not to notice his embarrassment and said again, “Planning to just stand here forever?”

Lin Xiangqi’s voice was like a mosquito’s, “…None of your business.”

“Yan Yan.”

Every time Lu Cong called him that, Lin Xiangqi felt a tickling sensation in his heart like a feather.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Lu Cong threw out this question with an ambiguous meaning.

This time Lin Xiangqi’s ears and neck flushed red; his whole body blushed. His originally fair and translucent skin showed a shy pink under the mist.

But he refused to admit it, stiffening his neck and saying, “I’m fine! If you hadn’t come in just now, I would’ve… taken care of it already!”

Yeah, right.

Even if Lu Cong hadn’t come in, Lin Xiangqi would still have been unable to release because he couldn’t control the pressure and speed. Being stuck in this uncomfortable state was painful to the extreme.

“Is that so.”

Lu Cong replied ambiguously but clearly didn’t believe him.

Suddenly, he stepped forward two paces, almost pressing against Lin Xiangqi’s back, and asked in a low, gentle voice, “So, do you want to continue now?”

The warmth blew against the back of Lin Xiangqi’s ear. Although his body temperature was barely higher than Lin Xiangqi’s, Lin Xiangqi felt as if he was burning from that sentence. A prickling sensation ran all over his body, and his fingers gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it down hard in a futile attempt to cover up a certain increasingly alert place.

“I… I’ll do it after you leave!” In a sudden rush of panic, he blurted out this shameless reply. Lin Xiangqi gave up on himself entirely, turned around, pushed Lu Cong lightly, then grabbed his underwear and dashed out of the bathroom.

In Lin Xiangqi’s impression, Lu Cong had always been a person with good boundaries—polite, considerate, knowing exactly when to do what, never making him feel awkward.

According to Lu Cong’s usual manner, he should have already found an excuse to leave by now, leaving Lin Xiangqi some decent personal space to handle his most private matters.

But today, Lu Cong was different.

When Lin Xiangqi ran out and dove under the blanket, Lu Cong followed him out and stood by the bed.

His tall figure bent slightly, watching the blanket rise and fall. It was obvious Lin Xiangqi was trying to put on his underwear inside.

After a muffled grunt, the movement stopped.

It seemed he had failed.

Lin Xiangqi was extremely sensitive at that moment; even the slightest touch caused pain, let alone being tightly wrapped by clothing.

“Yanyi,” Lu Cong’s voice sounded again, still as gentle and calm as ever.

Lin Xiangqi was so annoyed he stretched a pale arm out from under the blanket, reached for Lu Cong’s leg, and twisted hard: “Don’t call me that.”

Lu Cong: “Ouch…”

Though it wasn’t very painful, to get Lin Xiangqi to calm down, he deliberately exaggerated his reaction.

Sure enough, Lin Xiangqi fell for it and softened his grip. But just as he tried to pull his arm back under the blanket, it was caught.

Lu Cong’s palm was big and strong; once caught, Lin Xiangqi couldn’t break free. He clenched his teeth, deciding to resist, but the next second, Lu Cong’s other hand unexpectedly slipped under the blanket’s safe zone.

Lin Xiangqi, only wearing a shirt now, with his underwear still barely hanging at his knees, felt that hand touch his waist. He trembled and asked, dazed and shocked, “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering, Lu Cong’s arm slid further, eventually wrapping almost his entire body—but he never lifted the concealing blanket.

In a soft, slow voice, Lu Cong said, “Being engorged for too long isn’t good for your body.”

He didn’t ask why Lin Xiangqi had this reaction, nor what he planned to do about it. Instead, as if this kind of thing was normal, he just reminded him, “You don’t have experience. Messing around blindly the first time might cause injury.”

No wonder Lu Cong knew Lin Xiangqi well.

With just that casual remark, Lu Cong hit right on Lin Xiangqi’s biggest worry.

Lin Xiangqi threw off the blanket, forgetting he was still in Lu Cong’s arms, looked up nervously and asked, “Will it hurt? That’s why I felt some pain just now…”

Lu Cong blinked rapidly, then suppressed some unfathomable thoughts. He calmly lowered his gaze to Lin Xiangqi and said, “Let me see.”

Lin Xiangqi was still a little shy, but since Lu Cong could say such things, he must have some experience. Letting him check wouldn’t hurt. He was about to turn around and face Lu Cong for a proper examination.

But Lu Cong was faster. He gently lifted him into his arms and then turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed. Lin Xiangqi knelt on his lap, legs apart, their faces close.

Lu Cong bent his head and saw clearly. He lifted Lin Xiangqi’s shirt a few inches and said, “Yanyi, bite down.”

Lin Xiangqi always treated unfamiliar things with reverence. He obediently bit the hem of his shirt, exposing a large expanse of smooth, fair skin. The little thing, never touched before, was indeed engorged for too long. It had changed from pink to a deep color, looking quite pitiful.

Lin Xiangqi supported himself on Lu Cong’s shoulder and said, “Do I really have a problem? I don’t know what happened, I just followed the info I found online…”

As he spoke, the shirt in his mouth slipped out.

Lu Cong lowered his gaze for a long time, said nothing, just put the shirt back into Lin Xiangqi’s mouth: “Bite it.”

Lin Xiangqi made a small sound, obediently bit down again, which meant he couldn’t speak anymore.

When Lu Cong’s warm palm curled to hold him, Lin Xiangqi suddenly tensed up, as if overwhelmed by an intense stimulus. His whole body uncontrollably twitched and shivered.

Lu Cong didn’t move much, only gently stroked up and down, as if soothing a frightened little animal, pressing with his fingertip on the top spot.

“…Mmmph!” Lin Xiangqi couldn’t help but make some improper sounds. He wanted to ask Lu Cong to stop, but the cloth in his mouth muffled his tongue, leaving only some unintelligible noises.

“Relax.” Lu Cong cupped his waist and back with one hand, while with the other, he squeezed and kneaded, alternating speed and pressure, his tone changing subtly. “Follow me, don’t rush. Yes, just like that… Yanyi is so good.”

The air around them heated up with their breathing.

Amidst the chaotic consciousness and extreme pleasure, Lin Xiangqi even had the leisure to think: Lu Cong was really professional. He understood what his body liked better than himself.

But this thought was soon interrupted.

Seeing that Lin Xiangqi had adapted to the rhythm and didn’t react badly, Lu Cong sped up. Guiding him from bottom to top, soon bringing Lin Xiangqi to the edge.

“Yanyi, did you avoid me today because of this?” Lu Cong suddenly asked.

Lin Xiangqi had no energy to listen carefully, so he randomly replied, “Don’t know, doesn’t matter… Hurry up, hurry…”

His body began to move involuntarily. When Lu Cong deliberately slowed down, he would sway his waist, writhing to catch up in Lu Cong’s palm, clumsy and inexperienced.

Suddenly, Lu Cong withdrew his hand.

All the pleasure and excitement stopped abruptly.

Lin Xiangqi was stunned for a moment, then looked at Lu Cong with teary eyes and said, “Your hand… your hand.”

Lu Cong looked at him with dark eyes, “What about my hand?”

Lin Xiangqi was too shy to say it, but since it had come to this, he pleaded flexibly, “I’m not healed yet, please do it more, Lu Cong…”

Usually, he always acted like this, and it always worked. Even if Lu Cong knew he was pretending to be cute, he would indulge him.

But today, at this critical moment, Lin Xiangqi couldn’t understand how Lu Cong could be so cruel and say this—

“Yanyi, did you master all the math problems I taught you at noon?”

Lin Xiangqi: “?”

Wait…

You mean you want to talk about math problems right now?

Although he didn’t understand, Lin Xiangqi didn’t have the mind for it now, so he just said, “Yes, yes, I got them all. You continue…”

Lu Cong calmly pinched his waist: “You’re always like this.”

“I am?”

Lin Xiangqi asked questions with his mouth, but in his heart, he no longer cared what Lu Cong wanted to do. His entire focus was on the growing pleasure he hadn’t yet fully released, desperate for Lu Cong to continue.

Lu Cong said, “You say one thing with your mouth, but your mind is on something else. Maybe what you actually do will be a completely different story.”

Lin Xiangqi: “…”

Oops.

His distracted mind was exposed.

“Maybe we should first fix that problem of yours — your lack of focus,” Lu Cong said as he suddenly hugged Lin Xiangqi, stood up, and headed straight toward the desk.

Lin Xiangqi was completely baffled.

Why fix focus now? At this moment, with how he felt, where else could his attention be?

No matter how much Lin Xiangqi didn’t understand, he was eventually forced to the desk. Lu Cong sat him on his lap facing away, with Lin Xiangqi looking at the workbook on the table.

Lin Xiangqi laughed bitterly, “Do we really have to do this now?”

Lu Cong didn’t seem to be joking. He wrapped his arms around Lin Xiangqi from behind, fingers teasing lightly, “If you get it right, I’ll make you feel good.”

“Ugh…” Lin Xiangqi’s sensitivity was through the roof, and he couldn’t withstand such teasing. So he reluctantly accepted. He complained, “I really don’t get what’s going on inside a brain like yours, a total genius’s.”

To get Lu Cong to keep helping, Lin Xiangqi braced himself and read the question aloud, but nothing stuck in his mind. His eyes darted, and a little idea popped up — he randomly picked an answer: “C!”

Lu Cong didn’t say anything.

Lin Xiangqi didn’t know if he was right but felt Lu Cong’s hand tighten around his again… probably a correct answer. Lucky him!

Lu Cong’s palm was firm and warm, wrapping him comfortably. Lin Xiangqi relaxed, leaned his head back slightly, waiting for the final climax.

But just at the critical moment—

Lu Cong’s thumb pressed lightly on his lips, blocking his mouth.

Lin Xiangqi shuddered violently, trembling in disbelief.

Then Lu Cong calmly said, “Wrong answer.”

Lin Xiangqi: “…Waaahhh.”

Lu Cong’s voice was soft and gentle: “Crying won’t help, Xiangqi. Read the question again carefully.”

Lin Xiangqi really wanted to punch someone!

But the most sensitive spot was in Lu Cong’s hands, so he had no choice but to read the question again.

This time, holding his breath, he finally understood the problem. A formula flashed in his head, and he successfully applied it.

Lin Xiangqi never expected that the math he’d always struggled with would suddenly make sense at such a humiliating moment.

Okay.

Maybe it wasn’t that he couldn’t understand before — he just never wanted to.

But now, knowing the method, he could find the answer.

Still, solving took time. Lin Xiangqi shook as he held the pen and had just written the formula on scrap paper when he felt Lu Cong’s hand start moving again.

“Uh… did I get it wrong again?” he cautiously asked. “But I haven’t even finished…”

Lu Cong played with him gently, smiling in his voice: “This is a reward. Keep going.”

Lin Xiangqi wanted to cry but couldn’t.

How could a reward be scarier than a punishment?

Trying to concentrate on the problem with this going on, how was that possible?

Once again, Lin Xiangqi was made comfortable by Lu Cong, so his solving slowed. He thought he’d gotten away with a little relief quietly.

But Lu Cong stopped him again.

Lin Xiangqi’s frustration overflowed. He obediently grabbed his pen and angrily reread the question while complaining and crying, “Waaahhh, I hate you! Waaahhh, the radii of the upper and lower bases of cones A and B are… Waaahhh, I hate math and I hate you… You pervert, Lu Cong…”

Whether to tease him or because of his own mischief, Lu Cong suddenly sped up his hand just as Lin Xiangqi was close to solving the problem.

“Ah, wait… wait…” Lin Xiangqi was sweating, his bare legs dangling on Lu Cong’s thighs, his small toes curling tight.

He knew if he didn’t solve it, Lu Cong would surely stop again later. So, undistracted, he clenched his teeth, focused hard, adrenaline surging, and shockingly solved a question he thought he never could — all within two minutes.

Lu Cong clearly saw the answer on the scrap paper and leaned close to his ear with a low chuckle: “Did you solve it? What’s the answer?”

Lin Xiangqi gasped, shaking uncontrollably, but firmly wrote in the answer space: “A!”

The next moment, a flash of white overwhelmed him, his blood boiling and rushing somewhere inside.

“Ah…!” He finally reached the long-awaited release, nearly screaming as he threw his neck back in bliss, his fingertips tingling.

“Correct,” Lu Cong whispered, placing a soft kiss on his neck, “Good job, Xiangqi.”