A few days later.
When the art exam results were announced, Cheng Yue was just about to finish school. Since Ji Xu couldn’t come to pick him up due to work, Cheng Yue didn’t want to wait at home for Ji Xu to return before telling him the news. So, as soon as school was over, he dashed straight to Ji Xu’s office.
Out of breath and sweating, Cheng Yue burst into Ji Xu’s office, startling Ji Xu.
“What’s wrong?” Ji Xu, seeing Cheng Yue’s condition, quickly stood up from his seat, walked over, and helped him steady himself. “What happened?”
Cheng Yue, who had tried twice to speak but couldn’t because he was out of breath, handed Ji Xu the exam result on his phone, his face flushed.
Ji Xu, seeing the notification on Cheng Yue’s phone, was also excited. He immediately picked Cheng Yue up and spun him around.
Cheng Yue, who had been holding it in, finally burst out laughing.
After setting Cheng Yue down, Ji Xu, also smiling, praised him, “This is your first perfect score in life.”
Cheng Yue, with joy in his eyes, pulled Ji Xu down by the neck, kissed him, and then whispered in his ear, “You’re my first perfect score in life.”
Ji Xu was momentarily stunned by the words but then laughed, gently biting his upper lip. “Your words are so sweet.”
“I just had ice cream.” Cheng Yue licked his lips and was about to ask Ji Xu if he wanted to try some when he noticed a line of figures sitting on the sofa in front of Ji Xu’s desk.
Cheng Yue: “…”
Ji Xu followed his gaze and then chuckled, looking down and asking, “Shall we go out to eat something?”
Cheng Yue, still somewhat stiff, glanced at the people sitting on the sofa and nodded, following Ji Xu out of the office.
Ji Xu had just gotten Cheng Yue some small cakes when Tang Jing pulled him aside.
“What’s up?” Ji Xu looked over at Cheng Yue, who was drinking a beverage not far away, and then turned his attention to Tang Jing.
“Are you still planning to take that holiday?” Tang Jing asked with a smile.
“Of course.” Ji Xu replied.
“Ugh, with your workload, you might only get these few days off,” Tang Jing sighed. “When do you want to take the holiday?”
“After Cheng Yue’s college entrance exams,” Ji Xu said.
“Oh.” Tang Jing slapped his forehead. “I forgot that our Yue Yue has this to deal with. Sucks to be you.”
“Guess what big gift I’m giving Cheng Yue for his coming-of-age ceremony in a few days,” Ji Xu said with a smile.
“Pervert…” Tang Jing stared in disbelief.
Meanwhile, after Cheng Yue had filled his stomach a bit, he was waiting for Ji Xu to finish his work in Ji Xu’s office and accidentally fell asleep on the sofa.
When Ji Xu called him to wake up, it was already quite dark outside.
Seeing that it was almost nine o’clock, the two of them quickly tidied up and then headed home.
After going upstairs and entering the room, Cheng Yue, still half-asleep, lay on the sofa, intending to nap for a bit.
“Wait until later to sleep,” Ji Xu said, lifting him up.
“What’s wrong?” Cheng Yue asked as he began to take off his pants. “I’ll take them off! I’ll take them off!”
Ji Xu: “…”
“No,” Ji Xu said, somewhat speechless.
“Then what is it?” Cheng Yue sat up from the sofa.
“Let’s go,” Ji Xu said, pulling him toward the bedroom.
As Cheng Yue was being led to the bedroom by Ji Xu, he still didn’t understand. “What exactly are we doing?”
“We’re going to get your reward for your perfect score,” Ji Xu said with a smile, pointing to the wardrobe.
“…Reward?” Cheng Yue was puzzled but went toward the wardrobe anyway.
But… Ji Xu only learned about his art exam results today, and he hadn’t left the office all day. When did he buy the gift?
And… why were the things Ji Xu gave him in the wardrobe?
Suddenly, Cheng Yue realized something, and his expression fell.
Cheng Yue opened the wardrobe very slowly and, upon seeing the clothes inside, his eyes widened in shock. There were several skirts hanging in the wardrobe.
Note: Skirts, not just one skirt.
Skirts…
Damn it!
Cheng Yue stared at the neatly arranged skirts, swallowing nervously. He turned to look at Ji Xu, who was standing nearby, looking at him with anticipation.
“How is it?” Ji Xu walked over. “Do you like them?”
Cheng Yue: “…”
“How about this pink student uniform?” Ji Xu picked up a student-style uniform, which looked a bit strange.
The top of the outfit was very short, barely covering the chest, and the skirt was even shorter, definitely not covering the buttocks. The outfit came with knee-high socks, which Cheng Yue found hard to look at.
Cheng Yue: “…”
Cheng Yue’s mouth twitched, and he was at a loss for words.
“Don’t like this color?” Ji Xu pondered and then picked up another outfit. “How about this black qipao?”
Cheng Yue broke out in a cold sweat and took a step back, only to be pulled back by Ji Xu, who wrapped his arms around him.
“Why aren’t you speaking?” Ji Xu asked, holding him and looking down. “Are you too happy?”
Cheng Yue: “…”
Cheng Yue looked at Ji Xu, whose face was filled with expectation, and finally sighed, forcing a stiff smile and saying, “I’m happy. It’s very pretty.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Ji Xu, while undoing Cheng Yue’s shirt, asked softly, “How about you wear the qipao today?”
Cheng Yue looked at the qipao with a slit that went almost up to the waist and thought he might as well go all in and drag someone down with him.
“You have to wear something too,” Cheng Yue suddenly said.
“I have to wear something?” Ji Xu chuckled, not quite understanding Cheng Yue’s preferences. He glanced at the skirts in the wardrobe. “Do you see anything I can wear? You’re so slim, they’re all your sizes.”
Cheng Yue turned back to the wardrobe and, indeed, found nothing that would fit Ji Xu. Even if something did fit, it would be… well, inappropriate.
Cheng Yue, feeling a bit disappointed, turned back around, but then his eyes lit up. He grabbed Ji Xu and headed toward Ji Xu’s bedroom.
“What’s wrong?” Ji Xu asked as Cheng Yue opened his wardrobe.
Cheng Yue didn’t answer but stared intently at the clothes in Ji Xu’s wardrobe.
Ji Xu’s wardrobe was full of suits, including casual and formal ones.
Cheng Yue loved seeing Ji Xu in a suit, especially when Ji Xu was dressed in a full suit, loosening his tie and cufflinks. It made Cheng Yue weak in the knees.
In one corner of the wardrobe, behind a transparent dust cover, was a black suit.
Very formal… particularly… particularly the kind of suit that made you want to undo each button one by one.
“You should wear this,” Cheng Yue said, his ears reddening unconsciously.
Ji Xu looked in the direction Cheng Yue was pointing. The suit in question was one Ji Xu had worn to a friend’s wedding before. Since it was too formal, he hadn’t worn it again.
Ji Xu took the suit out of the dust cover and noticed Cheng Yue’s eyes darkening slightly. “Do you really like me wearing this kind of thing?”
Cheng Yue eagerly nodded and then pulled on his neck to negotiate. “Remember you promised that if I got a perfect score, you’d let me tie you up?”
Ji Xu raised an eyebrow and rubbed his nose against Cheng Yue’s. “Cheng Yue, that was for being first place, not for a perfect score.”
“I don’t care.” Cheng Yue smiled and cuddled up, “Let me tie you up…”
“If you put on the qipao, I’ll let you tie me up.” Ji Xu was unusually accommodating.
Cheng Yue hesitated but then nodded resolutely, “Alright.”
Ji Xu watched Cheng Yue turn and head to his bedroom, his eyes filled with deeper meaning.
After quickly putting on his suit, Ji Xu meticulously tied his tie, fastened his cufflinks, and even tidied his hair.
When Ji Xu came out to the living room, he found that Cheng Yue’s figure still hadn’t emerged. After waiting another five minutes, Ji Xu started to walk towards Cheng Yue’s room, just as the door slowly opened.
The moment Ji Xu saw Cheng Yue, his entire body flushed with heat, especially in his lower abdomen.
Cheng Yue’s pale skin was highlighted by the black silk qipao, making him look extremely alluring.
The qipao was tightly bound at the neck, but from the waist down, there was a large slit, making Cheng Yue’s already long legs look even longer.
Ji Xu, unable to control himself, quickly walked over, pinned Cheng Yue against the wall, and pulled him into his embrace.
“Wait…” Cheng Yue pushed him away, blushing and gathering courage as he pulled Ji Xu and pushed him into a chair. “I’ll tie you up first.”
Ji Xu: “…”
Ji Xu helplessly endured Cheng Yue’s fumbling and let him have his way.
Cheng Yue was clueless about how to tie someone up. With the long black leather strap, he simply wrapped it around Ji Xu and the chair in circles until it was done.
After tying Ji Xu to the chair, Cheng Yue was already flushed and parched.
In his formal attire, with even his hair perfectly styled, Ji Xu was now bound by Cheng Yue.
Just thinking about it made Cheng Yue swallow hard.
“Now that you’re tied up, what’s next?” Ji Xu raised an eyebrow, looking at Cheng Yue with a nonchalant expression.
Seeing his expression, Cheng Yue was distracted and completely lost his sense of purpose as he clutched Ji Xu’s tie and climbed onto his lap.
Cheng Yue’s subsequent actions were clumsy and ineffective. Despite igniting his own desire, he could only awkwardly rub against Ji Xu.
Ji Xu was almost driven mad by the friction. Seeing Cheng Yue couldn’t get the hang of it, he untied the ropes.
Cheng Yue had no idea how to tie someone up; Ji Xu easily untangled the ropes and swiftly pinned Cheng Yue back onto the chair.
As Cheng Yue was tied to the chair, the temperature in the living room rose dramatically.
They looked at each other, breathing heavily, as Ji Xu’s bindings were precise and swift.
When the rope was tied around Cheng Yue’s neck and then down to his wrists behind his back, the rope was so short that Cheng Yue had to tilt his head back.
“This is how you tie the knot.” Ji Xu’s hand slowly slid up the slit of the qipao, resting on Cheng Yue’s waist, and whispered in his ear, “This way… it can’t be undone.”
As Ji Xu spread Cheng Yue’s legs by holding his knees, Cheng Yue tilted his head back, breathing heavily, and a mist appeared before his eyes.
Once Ji Xu slowly untied the ropes from Cheng Yue, he was left slumped against Ji Xu, unable to straighten up.
“From tomorrow, you’ll run with me every morning.” Ji Xu removed the last piece of rope from Cheng Yue’s ankles.
“I don’t want to…” Cheng Yue protested.
“We haven’t even done anything yet, and you keep calling for a stop midway.” Ji Xu, somewhat helpless, touched Cheng Yue’s red eyes with his fingertips. “You’re too out of shape.”
“Well, you didn’t stop either,” Cheng Yue replied, looking at his now torn qipao with some exasperation.
Ji Xu didn’t blame himself for playing too rough. What was supposed to be a simple, relaxing activity had left Cheng Yue feeling like he’d been in a battle.
Now, Cheng Yue could only think about how future activities with Ji Xu might make him anxious.
He felt like he might be overwhelmed…
And it didn’t matter who was on top or bottom as long as it was comfortable… Cheng Yue’s confused mind started to give itself pep talks.
“Ji Xu…” Cheng Yue suddenly called out.
“What’s wrong?” Ji Xu was wiping the bruises on Cheng Yue’s inner thighs and stopped when Cheng Yue spoke.
“Can I… do that to you?”
Cheng Yue bit his lip, moving his hips up and down on Ji Xu’s lap.
After making his move, Cheng Yue quickly leaned in and kissed Ji Xu on the lips.
Then, using a mix of persuasion and logic, he said, “Can I… uncle…”
Ji Xu’s brows twitched, and he picked up the ropes scattered on the floor again.
Author’s Note:
Ji Xu: Still too light, too gentle…
