Are All You Straight Guys Like This Chapter 84

After school, the students poured out of the classroom in a noisy swarm.

Tonight’s evening self-study was math. The math teacher lectured for the whole period and finally left a test paper, to be collected before class tomorrow. The incandescent lights in the classroom were bright and glaring. A few students on cleaning duty stayed behind to tidy up while complaining under their breath.

“We have to hand it in tomorrow, and there are so many questions I don’t know how to do…”

“I’m so done. I’m going to tank math again for this month’s exam.”

“Physics too. I don’t want to go to school anymore. Let’s just go work together. I heard the electronics factory pays eight thousand a month.”

Leaving that chatter behind him, Ye Ran packed away the test paper with a headache and stood up with his backpack.

He had spent the whole night listening carefully. The math teacher was very strict, and would cold-call students at any time. Because Ye Ran was a new transfer student and sat in the back row, the teacher didn’t call on him but it was easy to imagine that this leniency would end in a few days.

After several years, Ye Ran finally remembered the fear of being dominated by mathematics.

He walked with the squeezing, jostling crowd toward the door. After a moment, a shadow followed behind him.

The boy walked along the shadowy side of the wall. Because he had just woken up from a nap, he looked a bit tired. He even had his backpack slung over his shoulder for once. His lazy, casual appearance drew plenty of attention.

Ye Ran caught a glimpse of Shen Shi obediently following behind him, and his groggy head felt much lighter.

“Eh? Shen Shi, where are you going—” Yu Ting’s voice floated over on the breeze.

Ye Ran didn’t hear the rest. Once he entered the hallway, the noise grew even louder and more chaotic.

Day-students and boarding students split ways.

One headed east; the other headed north.

The road leading to the dormitory buildings was brightly lit.

Small flying insects gathered under the lights, and the dorm supervisor stood at the entrance watching over the students, afraid someone from another school would sneak in.

Ye Ran walked up to the second floor, dropped his backpack, and sat on the edge of his bed to wait. He waited nearly ten minutes, but Shen Shi still hadn’t shown up. There were too many people around right now, and a prideful teenage boy would never come looking for him in front of everyone.

Ye Ran raised an eyebrow but didn’t think too much of it.

The spacious dorm room felt empty, and his health-routine instincts stirred again. But he had promised Shen Shi earlier that he wouldn’t soak his feet in the dorm room. After wavering for a while, he regretfully picked out clean clothes and went to shower.

When he came out, it was already ten o’clock.

The dorm building turned off the lights at 10:30 sharp. The hallway gradually quieted. Students returned to their rooms, some doing homework, others going to sleep.

Light after light dimmed. Just a few minutes before 10:30, someone knocked on Ye Ran’s door.

Click.

The entire building went dark.

He groped in the dark to open the door. The boy with the backpack stood outside, his features faintly outlined by moonlight.

Shen Shi’s back was straight, his expression calm. Just as he was about to speak with reserved composure, he looked down and saw that Ye Ran had come to open the door wearing only loose pajamas. His eyelids twitched sharply, and he immediately stepped into the room, pushing Ye Ran in with him.

“You’re opening the door dressed like that?!” He shut the door behind him and demanded angrily.

Were gay guys nowadays all this bold?!

Showing arms and legs in front of another man, in a building full of men, did Ye Ran have any sense of caution?!

Shen Shi barely forced down his temper, only to hear Ye Ran say casually, “Yeah. It’s comfortable.”

The cotton fabric was soft. Aside from being a size too big, everything else about the pajamas was great.

Ye Ran even planned to buy a set for Shen Shi so it’d be easier for him to stay over.

That sentence instantly stirred up a hornet’s nest. Shen Shi nearly exploded. He strode over and grabbed the collar of Ye Ran’s shirt. His hands were big, thumb and index finger pinched, and he easily pulled the slipping fabric back up over Ye Ran’s shoulder.

The pale, delicate skin was covered again. A few strands of dark hair brushed faintly over it, like a flower bud wrapped in dark petals, carrying a quiet, tempting scent.

Shen Shi looked away with a blank expression, though the fingers that had brushed Ye Ran’s skin subconsciously rubbed together, damp with sweat.

Ye Ran didn’t notice anything strange and was still thinking.

Seventeen-year-old Shen Shi wasn’t just pure, he was practically a paragon of “traditional virtue.”

Truly worthy of his title as Righteous Boy Shi.

Ye Ran patiently straightened his clothes and smiled at him. “Is this okay now?”

Shen Shi frowned and looked him up and down. His gaze dropped to the stretch of soft, pale thigh, and his lips tightened into a straight line. He looked like the most well-behaved student possible, yet inside he was brooding, irritated, burning with an unnamed fire. “It’s fine… Did you dress like this in the capital too?”

“Yeah,” Ye Ran said. “Isn’t this pajama set nice?”

Of course it was nice. Dark pajamas with a teddy-bear print; Ye Ran had a tall, slender build and a narrow waist, no one would honestly say it didn’t look good.

Shen Shi quickly looked away. “…It’s okay.”

It was just too short.

The manufacturer must have cut corners.

Ye Ran was about to say more when a beam of flashlight swept down the hallway.

His smile instantly disappeared.

…Great.

He’d stalled too long with Shen Shi and forgot the dorm supervisor was still making rounds.

Shen Shi clearly realized it too. The next second, Ye Ran grabbed his arm and hurriedly pushed him onto the bed.

“Hurry, take off your regular clothes,” Ye Ran whispered urgently.

Shen Shi’s body froze. His throat went dry. “…Okay.”

He saw the narrow, thin single bed, and the image of their intimate entanglement last night flashed through his mind. His eyes darted around, but his body betrayed him as he quickly took off his clothes and hid under the covers.

The scene repeated itself. 

Last night, Ye Ran had pushed him into bed in the same way. 

Only yesterday, Ye Ran hid under the covers; today, it was his turn. 

Soon, Ye Ran got into the bed as well.

He carried a faint scent of chamomile:soft, clean, drifting from his neck and body, lingering gently.

Shen Shi’s breath hitched. Afraid Ye Ran might notice, he quietly shifted closer to the wall. But Ye Ran moved in too, getting even closer.

The dim light from the AC panel lit the room faintly.

Ye Ran’s pajamas, neat moments ago, were now messy.

His chest buttons were still fastened, but the wide neckline had slipped to the side, exposing a large area of pale, smooth skin. Shen Shi tried to look away, but his eyes ignored him, staring fixedly without blinking.

Gulp.

He swallowed, throat dry. Suddenly, the flashlight beam swept into the room, illuminating half the dorm. And in that flicker of light, he saw something—

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Suddenly, the light from a flashlight outside shone in, illuminating half the dormitory room. By that light, he saw a small, pink thing. 

Like an unripe berry. 

Its skin even showed signs of timidity.

His mind went blank, dizzy and overwhelmed.

Shen Shi’s scalp tingled. It felt like he was teetering on the edge of a deep abyss. He tried desperately to recover reason, but his body was unbearably hot, nerves taut, gaze burning with a dark, hungry fire he himself didn’t fully recognize.

The dorm supervisor left.

The second floor returned to silence.

In a daze, he heard Ye Ran’s worried whisper: “Shen Shi? Are you okay? The supervisor’s gone. If you can’t breathe, hurry and come out.”

The person under the covers didn’t move.

Ye Ran tugged at the blanket but couldn’t pull it open. Shen Shi’s voice came through, muffled, a little tense: “I’m fine. I’ll stay like this… what did you come to find me for?”

Talking about the real matter made Ye Ran a little guilty, and he quietly withdrew the hand tugging the blanket.

Shen Shi not showing his face was, in a way, convenient for him.

“It’s like this…”

After being away from school for over ten years, Ye Ran sighed. When he first entered Shen Shi’s consciousness, he planned to follow the logic of this world and study hard. But the classes these two days had fiercely educated him, without any memory of middle school or first year of high school, he couldn’t do any of the problems, nor could he understand anything.

Let alone the definitions and formulas that should have long been learned, he was completely lost.

Learning is never something that can be achieved overnight, and sooner or later his grades would expose him during the monthly exam.

“Shen Shi,” Ye Ran said very softly, having never cheated before, “…can you help me write my math homework?”

That’s right.

Ye Ran had decided to give up.

There was no time anyway. He wouldn’t study.

The dorm room fell into a strange, dead silence.

Shen Shi didn’t speak.

Ye Ran felt guiltier and couldn’t help inching closer, his voice even lighter: “…And physics, and chemistry, can you write those for me too?”

In nearly eighteen years of life, Shen Shi had never heard such a request.

His rationality returned slightly, shocked: “…Say that again.”

Ye Ran slowly repeated, “I want you to help me write my homework.”

This time, before Shen Shi could speak, Ye Ran whispered very softly: “…I’ll give you payment.”

Shen Shi almost laughed in anger. “I don’t want money.”

In his whole life, no one had ever tried to buy him.

If it had been someone else, Shen Shi would’ve already started mocking them.

But this was Ye Ran. Thinking of Ye Ran’s focused expression during evening self-study, Shen Shi irritably lifted his eyelids, wanting Ye Ran to bring the questions he didn’t understand so he could explain them.

The next second, the blanket opened a crack.

And Ye Ran slipped inside.

His body was slender and soft, like a fish gliding through water, his smooth skin brushing along the way. A large stretch of skin at his waist was exposed, and his two arms like curling vines hooked around Shen Shi’s neck, pressing close and intimate.

Seeing Shen Shi motionless, he even proactively grabbed Shen Shi’s hand and wrapped it around his waist.

“…Is this kind of payment okay?” Ye Ran didn’t understand math, but he understood Shen Shi. His eyes lowered, the corners tinged with a soft watery red. Tilting his head, he looked up at Shen Shi whose breathing nearly stopped, and whispered gently at his ear: “From now on, I’ll listen to everything you say.”

Shen Shi’s gaze turned instantly dark. He didn’t move, but his palm was sweating. His throat tightened until it was dry, nerves stretched taut like they might snap. His voice sounded like it wasn’t his own, hoarse and low: “…I’m not that kind of person.”

After a pause, he stubbornly added, “You know I’m straight.”

“This kind of trick doesn’t work on me.”

Ye Ran held back a smile. His body, warm and pliant, leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Shen Shi’s tightly closed lips.

He thought he’d have to work harder, but the moment he kissed him, the boy whose mouth was even harder than the bu*ge in his pants opened up instantly, catching Ye Ran’s slick tongue-tip.

Shen Shis’s scalp went numb. The hand around Ye Ran’s waist instinctively changed from holding to gripping, he didn’t know how to kiss, only how to be fierce and greedy, like a wolfdog that’s tasted meat, craning forward again and again to devour.

Before long, Ye Ran was being kissed to the point of pain. He grabbed Shen Shi’s hair, hissed a breath, and coaxed him in a low voice: “Don’t kiss like that… right, lighter. Lick me, don’t bite.”

Little Shen-dog gave a muffled “mm,” unable to endure even a moment before tangling with him again.

His whole body was scorching with heat and sweat, panting heavily. Tempted beyond restraint, his neck and the rims of his ears flushed red. Eyes closed, his hand unconsciously slipped into Ye Ran’s pajama top; the instant it went in, it was as if he’d been burned by fire, and he withdrew it, awkward and hesitant.

Hm?

Ye Ran lifted his eyes, the corners tinged with a misty red. Kissed until his body had gone soft, he didn’t have much strength left, yet from that single, simple movement, he could still see the desire Shen Shi was hiding.

…No matter which age Shen Shi was, he seemed to have an obsession with that place.

Ye Ran let out a soft sigh and pushed Shen Shi away, shoving aside the stinky little brother who was still buried in his neck, sniffing like a puppy.

When Shen Shi was pushed back, his face was dark and sullen, his eyes black and heavy like ink that couldn’t be diluted. His hand was still gripping Ye Ran’s waist, the pressure a bit too strong, his palm burning hot.

Ye Ran didn’t pay him any mind. Maintaining that posture, right in front of Shen Shi, he unhurriedly, bit by bit, undid the buttons at his chest.

…

As if he hadn’t heard the boy’s breathing suddenly catch.

Ye Ran lowered his eyes. Moonlight spilled over him. He sat in that hazy, shallow light, his lashes stained into an inky black like crow feathers. He bit the corner of his clothes, his voice so light it was like a gentle enchantment: “…Is this kind of payment acceptable?”

Late at night.

One a.m.

Shen Shi was refreshed, water still dripping from his hair. He had just come out of the bathroom, wearing loungewear the driver had delivered from home. With a serious expression, he sat behind the desk, secretly using his phone’s flashlight to work on a math test.

Outside the window, the bright moon hung high.

He silently listened to the deep, steady breathing of the person behind him and continued solving problems without a sound.