RSK Chapter 1

Me, a straight guy, actually got kissed by another man!!

This morally degrading and human-nature-twisting event just happened…

Before the dorm power outage, I was passionately rushing to finish a group assignment in front of my computer, deeply immersed, so I had no clue what everyone else was doing.

Then, suddenly, the power went out, and all the data I had worked on all night vanished as the computer screen went black.

Feelings of anger, despair, and pain surged in me, but I didn’t utter a word of complaint. Everyone in the dorm building was crying and wailing about the outage, leaving no room for me to speak.

Plunged into darkness, I thought about quickly finding my phone for some light. However, before I could even touch my phone, someone else touched my hand!

Confused, I turned my head and saw a figure right in front of me. Just as I was about to ask who he was and what he wanted, without a word, he blocked my slightly parted lips with his mouth. At first, I thought it was just an accident. In the pitch dark, everyone couldn’t see anything, so wasn’t it normal for mouths to accidentally meet?

But after touching my lips, this person started wildly swinging his tongue in my mouth—an action I found utterly tasteless. I pushed him away with my hands.

Fortunately, after a while, the person left, and I, shocked, stood frozen in place.

When I came to my senses, everyone else had taken out their phones, using the light to brighten the dorm slightly. Looking at the four of them, each doing their own thing, unphased, I touched my lips and deeply pondered. Damn.

If it weren’t for the tingling sensation and the slight wetness still on my lips, I’d doubt I had just lost my first kiss! Who the hell was that sneaky bastard?

That night, I was sleepless. I couldn’t fathom why my roommates, who seemed so normal, would do such a despicable thing. And I couldn’t figure out who it was.

The darkness enveloped us, soft lips met, and I could only feel the other’s ragged breathing and racing heartbeat. His kissing skills were… moving. But he was definitely taller than me. Based on this important clue, I can exclude… 0 people. Regrettably, everyone in my dorm is taller than me.

After a whole night of turmoil, I finally came up with a good idea the next morning. I had no classes, so due to last night’s power outage, I rushed to the university library to continue working on the group assignment.

During that time, I opened WeChat on my phone and sent the same message to all four people in the dorm.

[Ning Ran]: Your kissing skills are awful.

Let’s see if I don’t find out which one of them stole a kiss from me.

After sending the message, I continued working on the group assignment while waiting for replies. Before long, someone responded.

[Gu Yang]: O.O I’ve never kissed you, bro. How would you know about my kissing skills?

Gu Yang is a freshman in the Art Department, quite a looker, like an idol, and always sweet-talking me, calling me ‘brother’ and stuff. Looking at Gu Yang’s reply, it didn’t seem like he was lying, but I didn’t rush to respond because I wanted to wait until they all answered.

The second person to message back was the dorm leader, Duan Linze.

[Duan Linze]: Oh? Are my kissing skills really that bad?

Seeing this message, my right eye twitched involuntarily. Damn, this guy is suspicious. We have a mixed dorm, so we’re not in the same class.

Duan Linze is a senior in the Architecture Department and also the president of the student council. He’s very charismatic and perfect in everything he does, almost like a mannequin. I used to admire him quite a bit, but if it really was him, I wouldn’t admire him anymore.

The third reply came from Qi Yiming, who sleeps in the bed next to mine.

[Qi Yiming]: What?? Sent to the wrong person?

Qi Yiming is a sports student, tall and robust, with a sunny, handsome smile, and always straightforward in his actions. I felt it probably wasn’t him; he looks even more straight than I do.

The last to reply was Wen Xu, who sleeps in the bunk across from mine.

That question mark is just his style—sparing with words. I didn’t want to include Wen Xu, knowing it couldn’t be him, but I accidentally sent it to him too.

Wen Xu is also a sophomore in the Computer Science Department, but we’re not in the same class. He ranked first in A City to get admitted here, a true top student. Plus, he has a top-tier handsome face. Right from the start, he was popular as the campus heartthrob, but he’s always been aloof, and I’ve barely spoken to him in the dorm, so it couldn’t possibly be him.

After reading all their messages, I thought for a moment and began replying to them one by one.