IMPGS Chapter 96

Xiao Cheng was momentarily stunned after hearing those words.

To be honest, he could barely remember what had happened that night, but he vaguely recalled that Luo Jingshu seemed somewhat… different from most people.

Alright then.

So what if it was bigger?

A faint blush crept up Xiao Cheng’s face. Discussing this topic with Luo Jingshu always made him feel like he had no confidence.

Even though he wasn’t small himself, compared to Luo Jingshu, it didn’t seem all that impressive.

Xiao Cheng didn’t know what to say. Whether one was on top or bottom, as long as they were a man, they wouldn’t want to lose to someone else in this regard.

So, he pretended not to care and waved his hand dismissively at Luo Jingshu. “Then you go, I’ll wait here for you.”

Luo Jingshu’s lips curved in a barely noticeable smile. He loved seeing Xiao Cheng try to act composed—clearly embarrassed to the point of avoiding eye contact, yet stubbornly maintaining a calm facade, as if he had plenty of experience.

Did Brother Cheng even realize how obvious his blush was against his fair skin?

Or that his eyes were already glistening with moisture?

That night, Xiao Cheng had also been like this, his eyes turning red, pushing him away whenever he couldn’t take it anymore.

Luo Jingshu quickly cut off his thoughts and reached out to tug Xiao Cheng’s arm.

“Come with me.”

Xiao Cheng’s face wasn’t thick enough to walk into a store with another man to buy that kind of thing under the watchful eyes of strangers.

He immediately lost his fake composure and pushed at Luo Jingshu’s arm. “If you want to buy it, go yourself! Why are you dragging me along?”

“I don’t know what kind you like.”

Most of the time, Luo Jingshu behaved obediently and sweetly in front of Xiao Cheng.

Of course, there were also moments when he was downright wicked—like now.

He knew perfectly well that Xiao Cheng was embarrassed, yet he insisted on teasing him until his face turned bright red.

“I don’t care, anything is fine! Just go by yourself!”

After all, he wasn’t the one using it, so why should he care?

Luo Jingshu gave Xiao Cheng a deep look. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure!” Xiao Cheng finally broke free from Luo Jingshu’s grip, exhaled in relief, and quickly took two steps back.

“Hurry up and go!”

Luo Jingshu didn’t push him any further and turned to walk into a convenience store, heading straight to a particular section.

Xiao Cheng, however, couldn’t stay as calm. Even though he knew there was nothing embarrassing about it—these products were displayed out in the open for people to buy—he still felt awkward.

While waiting outside, he refused to even glance in the store’s direction, afraid that someone would notice he was with Luo Jingshu.

When Luo Jingshu was at the register, he turned toward the entrance and saw a stubborn-looking back standing rigidly outside. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Brother Cheng’s skin was too thin.

Carrying the bag, Luo Jingshu walked out and patted Xiao Cheng’s shoulder from behind.

Xiao Cheng acted as if he were committing a crime, glancing around cautiously before grabbing Luo Jingshu’s wrist and pulling him forward at a quick pace.

“Hurry up, let’s go.”

Luo Jingshu finally couldn’t hold back his laughter. As he followed along, he teased, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I paid for it.”

After walking five or six meters, Xiao Cheng finally let go of his wrist and shot him a glare. “Is that the issue here?”

Clearing his throat, Xiao Cheng pretended nothing had happened. But his eyes kept drifting toward the bag in Luo Jingshu’s hand.

It felt like he didn’t just buy one box. Why did it look so heavy?

However, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

At the hotel, another minor dispute arose.

Xiao Cheng insisted on paying.

Luo Jingshu furrowed his brows in thought for a moment, then his serious expression gradually softened into a smile. “Alright, I’ll listen to you, Brother.”

Brother.

The hotel receptionist glanced at them—was this a ‘brother’ in the affectionate sense or the familial sense?

Xiao Cheng had never found the term particularly odd before, but at this moment, for some reason, it gave him an inexplicable sense of shame.

After quickly settling the payment, Xiao Cheng dragged Luo Jingshu into the elevator.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

Luo Jingshu immediately put on an innocent expression and lightly hooked Xiao Cheng’s fingertips with his own. “I didn’t.”

How could a little puppy have any bad intentions?

Xiao Cheng studied him suspiciously for a moment but couldn’t find any evidence to refute him.

Once inside the room, Xiao Cheng went to take a shower first. He took so long that Luo Jingshu almost went to knock on the door. By the time he finally emerged, wrapped in a bathrobe, Luo Jingshu was already waiting for him.

“Brother Cheng, I thought you fell asleep in there.”

Normally, Xiao Cheng would’ve snapped back with a retort, but this time, he only lowered his head, quietly toweling his hair as he mumbled, “Hurry up and go.”

Luo Jingshu narrowed his eyes slightly—Xiao Cheng’s reaction was a little off.

Just now, he had caught a glimpse of Xiao Cheng’s face—it seemed a bit red. Was it just from the steam?

“Are you okay? Do you feel unwell?”

Luo Jingshu walked toward him as he spoke.

Xiao Cheng swatted his hand away. “You haven’t showered yet, don’t touch me.”

Luo Jingshu withdrew his hand, his gaze lingering on the deep flush on Xiao Cheng’s earlobes.

Something was definitely off.

But he didn’t say much and turned around to enter the bathroom.

After waiting for him to go in, Xiao Cheng finally lifted his head and glanced at the bathroom like a guilty thief.

Fortunately, the glass in this hotel’s bathroom wasn’t transparent, so he couldn’t see what was happening inside.

If everything he had just done had been under Luo Jingshu’s gaze, Xiao Cheng really wouldn’t have the face to confront him.

Realizing this, he felt like he had lost his mind. How could he have…

No! He couldn’t think about it!

Xiao Cheng quickly dried his hair and, with nothing else to do, reached out to pull over the bag of things Luo Jingshu had bought, curious to see what exactly he had gotten.

One box, then another.

Xiao Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. He checked several times.

A pack of three, and he had bought two.

If they actually used all of them, would he even survive?

Xiao Cheng swallowed hard and kept looking.

Besides those, Luo Jingshu had also bought three different flavors of lubricant—completely unnecessary.

Xiao Cheng really wanted to knock on his head and ask what exactly he was thinking.

Just as Xiao Cheng was still in shock, he suddenly heard the bathroom door being pushed open.

He jumped in fright, hurriedly tossing the items aside, steadying his breathing, and pretending that nothing had happened.

When Luo Jingshu came out and saw the things had been thrown to the foot of the bed, a smile flickered in his eyes. He walked over and put the bag back on the bedside. “You don’t like it?”

Did he pick the wrong flavors?

Xiao Cheng held back and held back before finally saying, “Why did you buy so much?”

Luo Jingshu stared at the items for a moment. “To make sure we use it all?”

Xiao Cheng: “!!!”

Xiao Cheng: “Be a decent human being!”

Luo Jingshu couldn’t hold back his laughter. “Don’t be scared, Brother Cheng.”

How could he not be scared?

Just as Xiao Cheng was about to retort, Luo Jingshu suddenly threw away the towel in his hands, leaned down, and sealed his lips.

This wasn’t their first kiss, but it was the one that made Xiao Cheng the most nervous.

Perhaps because he knew what was going to happen next, he simply couldn’t relax.

A long, slender hand clutched tightly at Luo Jingshu’s shirt, his fingers pale from the force, completely exposing his tension.

Luo Jingshu kissed him slowly, his hand placed at the back of Xiao Cheng’s neck, gently massaging and caressing, trying to ease him into relaxation.

In the quiet room, the sound of sticky kisses echoed, mixed with urgent breathing and the occasional whimper when someone couldn’t take it anymore.

Luo Jingshu’s hands explored slowly, leaving faint red marks on the porcelain-white skin.

When his fingers brushed against something soft and slightly damp, Xiao Cheng’s eyes suddenly widened, his expression dazed as he looked at him.

Luo Jingshu frowned slightly and confirmed again.

Xiao Cheng tightened his grip on Luo Jingshu’s arm. “Don’t…”

Luo Jingshu gazed at him intently, his dark eyes deep and unreadable, locking onto his prey and pinning Xiao Cheng beneath him.

“Brother Cheng, did you… prepare yourself?”

No wonder he had spent so long in the bathroom and had refused to look at him after coming out.

Xiao Cheng covered his eyes with his arm, but he couldn’t hide the deep red flush spreading across his face, as if an overturned bottle of red ink had spilled all over him. “Stop asking.”

His voice was husky and tinged with a nasal tone, like a suppressed plea. He was a man over 1.8 meters tall, yet he somehow carried an air of coyness.

Luo Jingshu felt like he was going crazy.

It wasn’t his fault—Xiao Cheng was the one who kept pushing him over the edge, bringing this upon himself.

“Tonight, let’s finish both boxes, okay?”

Xiao Cheng refused to look at him or respond, but his body trembled slightly.

Luo Jingshu knelt up, towering over him, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes.”

Xiao Cheng: “I don’t—”

Luo Jingshu covered his lips and chuckled lowly, “No saying no.”

…

It was chaos. Madness.

This time, Xiao Cheng was fully conscious as he experienced everything.

And it was terrifying.

No—more terrifying than last time.

He had thought that last time had already been bad enough, but now he realized that Luo Jingshu had actually been holding back.

Maybe it was because he had prepared himself beforehand, but it seemed to have provoked Luo Jingshu into completely losing his restraint.

Xiao Cheng’s body was a mess, covered in traces left behind by someone. By the time they were finished, he could barely keep his eyes open.

Luo Jingshu, on the other hand, was full of energy, even carrying him to clean up.

After that, Xiao Cheng lost all memory. He had been too exhausted.

The next morning, he slept until past eleven. When Xiao Cheng woke up, he almost thought he was paralyzed.

Lifting his arm made every muscle ache, and his throat was so dry it felt like it was burning.

Xiao Cheng struggled to reach for his phone and check the time, but before he could take a proper look, the person behind him wrapped an arm tightly around his waist and pulled him back.

Xiao Cheng sucked in a breath. “Are you actually trying to kill me…?”

Only when he spoke did he realize his voice was hoarse beyond recognition.

His mood instantly became even more complicated, and he vented all his frustration on Luo Jingshu.

“Get the hell up!”

Luo Jingshu didn’t even open his eyes. Instead, he reached out and cupped Xiao Cheng’s face, rubbing it gently. “Be good…”

Good, my ass!

Xiao Cheng elbowed him hard. “I said, get up!”

Luo Jingshu pressed his face into the back of Xiao Cheng’s neck, speaking in a low voice, “Brother Cheng, you’re not tired anymore?”

The memory of last night’s insane and humiliating events surged back, making Xiao Cheng want to punch Luo Jingshu again.

He was usually obedient—why did he become so defiant in those moments?

Xiao Cheng, completely flustered, shouted, “Tired my ass! Just seeing you pisses me off!”

He wasn’t actually that fragile, but his whole body ached terribly. Yet Luo Jingshu kept coaxing him in that gentle tone, and a strange wave of grievance bubbled up in his chest.

This was all Luo Jingshu’s fault!

“How am I supposed to go back like this?”

His legs were practically shaking. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell what had happened.

Luo Jingshu massaged his sore muscles. His pressure was just right, and Xiao Cheng slowly relaxed, letting him do as he pleased.

Luo Jingshu soothed him. “Then I’ll take you home, okay?”

Before Xiao Cheng could respond, Luo Jingshu continued, “And I’ll meet Auntie while I’m at it.”

“Brother Cheng, what do you think?”

Xiao Cheng’s expression instantly froze.

Did Luo Jingshu… already know something?

Xiao Cheng instinctively glanced at his phone.

He had never hidden anything from Luo Jingshu. His phone’s passcode had been given to him long ago.

Had Luo Jingshu gone through his phone while he was asleep?

Xiao Cheng wasn’t angry—just a little guilty.

And right at that moment, Luo Jingshu, still beside him, called out again:

“Brother Cheng?”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”