DCTMOAS Chapter 75
by SuxxiAt first, he’d just intended to cooperate like last time, to give himself over completely. But now, he realized—it wasn’t that simple.
Yu Siting cupped his partner’s smooth, elegant neck with his hand, easing the tension in his jaw muscles, and murmured soothingly, “Don’t be nervous. With a whole floor between us, no one can hear anything.”
A whisper.
“What?” Yu Siting leaned in, pretending he hadn’t heard clearly, his face nearing as if to listen carefully.
But Chu Cheng could feel he was doing it on purpose, forcing him to say it again.
“…Please.”
The corners of his clear eyes were tinged with a faint pink, and his refined, exquisite features were painted with helplessness. His voice was so soft it hurt to hear.
Yu Siting’s voice was magnetic, low, and filled with both tenderness and cruelty as he replied with just one word:
“No.”
“Help me… ngh—”
A mix of excitement, tingling shivers, and fear swelled in Chu Cheng’s chest, making his cries louder, the ends of his whimpers trailing off in a trembling lilt.
Throughout the night, he didn’t know how many times he’d begged for mercy—face flushed, breath hitching—only to be met with sharp, teasing mockery.
Yu Siting had said, “So even a well-read language teacher can’t come up with any new or pretty words in bed?”
If only he had the strength, Chu Cheng would’ve loved to knock the smugness out of him. But after tonight, he realized just how restrained Yu Siting had been that first time.
By the time the merciless one-sided “slaughter” ended, Chu Cheng was a complete mess—eyes swollen from crying, body limp and powerless, cursing under his breath before collapsing like melted jelly in his lover’s arms, dead asleep.
Sunday morning.
Chu Cheng couldn’t straighten his back at all after getting out of bed, and his voice was so hoarse he couldn’t speak. Every step made the area between his thighs ache and tingle, and his gait was hilariously awkward. In the end, Yu Siting just carried him into a warm bath.
After last night’s recklessness, the bedsheets and covers all had to be stripped and washed. They were soaked not just with tears… but with things far less describable.
Chu Cheng was too embarrassed to let the cleaning staff handle it, but he couldn’t move either—so he laid belly-down on the sofa, supervising Mr. Yu as he did the chores himself.
The peaceful, cozy air lasted a while, broken only by the low hum of the washing machine, until Chu Cheng suddenly said:
“Once a week.”
“What?” Yu Siting paused mid-hang, blinking before realizing—ah, he meant that kind of frequency. He squinted in dissatisfaction, “That’s practically celibate.”
“Then just take it that I am,” Chu Cheng muttered, pressing a hand to his sore waist and giving him a glare. “Judging by your behavior last night, only weekends should be legal.”
Yu Siting set down the laundry, walked over to the sofa, and pressed a pine-scented hand gently to Chu Cheng’s forehead, voice tinged with guilt:
“I hurt you, didn’t I?”
“If it were just pain, maybe I could bear it. But it’s…”
“It’s what?”
Chu Cheng was too embarrassed to speak, but Yu Siting looked like he was genuinely waiting for an answer.
After a few silent seconds, the two locked eyes—then burst out laughing.
“Weren’t we perfectly in sync at the beginning?” Yu Siting picked up the thread, pretending to be the injured party.
As if saying, Teacher Chu treated it like a solo act—once he had his fun, he left me for dead.
“I…” Chu Cheng remembered the early joy of the night and the uncontrollable, tearful mess that followed—shame clamping his tongue.
Yu Siting went on:
“And I didn’t even take the chance to ask you for rent.”
“…Twice. I’ll allow twice,” Chu Cheng grit his teeth, reluctantly compromising.
Yu Siting looked like he wanted to argue more, but then he saw Chu Cheng slowly, painfully lifting himself, clutching a pillow under one arm, one leg already sliding off the sofa—eyes red and threatening.
The message was clear: one more word, and he’d pack up and leave this instant.
“Okay, okay.” Yu Siting gently pushed him back down, agreeing to this gentleman’s treaty. Watching the other still wincing and frowning in discomfort, he finally felt a bit of remorse for losing control last night and softly asked:
“Is it your waist… or somewhere else?”
Chu Cheng flopped back down on the sofa with a groan. “All of the above.”
“The bathwater this morning already had medicine in it,” Yu Siting said as he turned direction and kneeled on one knee beside the sofa, leaning in to massage Chu Cheng’s lower back. “I’ll rub it out first, then apply the soothing ointment again later.”
Chu Cheng, drowsy like a kitten, squinted lazily while lying on his stomach and scrolling on his phone.
He hadn’t heard from Chuan-ge in the past few days. Checking his Moments, he discovered that on a whim, Chuan had taken a green-skin sleeper train to Tibet, claiming he wanted to experience creating art on a long-distance journey.
Chu Cheng casually gave it a like and replied with a message:
[You went alone? Isn’t that boring?]
Yu Siting happened to glance at his phone screen and shared some gossip of his own. “Seems like Yu Chen went traveling too.”
“For real?” Chu Cheng perked up, hugging a cushion and turning slightly toward him. “But I always felt like Yu Chen-jie didn’t see Chuan-ge that way. Plus, she’s all about staying single.”
“There are all kinds of admiration,” Yu Siting calmly responded as he gently kneaded Chu Cheng’s waist. “If they have a lot of creative chemistry, it wouldn’t be weird for them to travel together for inspiration.”
Chu Cheng found the logic reasonable. He opened Xu Chuan’s Moments and browsed the photos one by one before continuing with curiosity, “Then what do you think about it?”
Yu Siting replied flatly, “They’re both adults. They know what they’re doing. It’s not really anyone else’s business. That’s not what I’m concerned about anyway.”
“What are you concerned about then?” Chu Cheng picked up on the cue naturally.
Yu Siting chuckled. “Tomorrow’s Monday. New week, new quota. Is your waist going to make it?”
“You…” Chu Cheng burst out laughing and swatted at him. “You’re more enthusiastic than me chasing 9.9-yuan Luckin Coffee deals!”
“That’s not a fair comparison. You drink coffee even when it’s not on sale. But I have to watch and not get a taste.” Yu Siting dodged his swats, grabbing Chu Cheng’s arms and pinning them behind his back.
“Uncle, I have a question I don’t know how to solve—do either of you have time…” Just as they were fooling around, Lu Yan suddenly came down the stairs and froze when he saw Chu Cheng pinned under Yu Siting’s knee. “Mr. Chu, are you okay? Why are your eyes so swollen?”
Chu Cheng quickly buried his face in embarrassment.
Yu Siting smoothly said, “Can’t you download a homework app on your phone?”
I’ve got a full-grown uncle and aunt here, and you’re suggesting I use a homework app?
Lu Yan opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.
“Watching you do your homework might be my job, but I can’t get up right now—and whose fault is that?” Chu Cheng raised an eyebrow in mock threat. “So Mr. Yu, go handle it. After teaching him, hang out the sheets, then make lunch. And don’t forget to go to the grocery store—I want fresh durian.”
Yu Siting didn’t argue. He agreed and stood up to go upstairs with Lu Yan. But just as he reached the stairs, he turned back with a teasing grin.
“Mr. Chu, you might not be able to bear children, but that’s not stopping you from enjoying postpartum confinement.”
“Who are you calling out?!” Chu Cheng shouted, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.
The soft pillow smacked Yu Siting square in the head but didn’t faze him in the slightest. He didn’t even blink as he called back smugly, “You’ve got another pillow in your hand. If you don’t throw it, I’m leaving.”
Chu Cheng buried himself under the air-conditioning blanket in frustration.
Dating requires sharp eyes! he grumbled internally. If you can’t out-hooligan them in bed or out-argue them on the ground, you’re doomed.
Yu Siting’s one night of unrestrained indulgence had ruined Mr. Chu’s peaceful weekend. And before he could recover, the school week had already begun.
Early Monday morning, Ying He—who usually came to class empty-handed—shockingly brought a physics exercise book under his arm as he entered the classroom.
“Whoa, you’re doing exercises now?” Mu Yiyang immediately jeered.
Just days ago, he and Ying He had clashed. Though their “big brother” stepped in to stop it, they were both at that explosive, hot-blooded age. So even a casual encounter couldn’t pass without some jabs.
“Who flirts first is cheap, got it?” Ying He was still half-asleep that morning and couldn’t be bothered. As he headed back to his seat, he snapped coldly, “Get lost. Don’t make me hit you.”
And just like that, the two of them started trading barbs back and forth.
Xu Wanwan kept her head down, working on her chemistry test paper, completely ignoring the squabble. There was even a hint of indifference between her brows.
“Even if those two start brawling, it won’t affect Lu Yan one bit,” Xu Wanwan said as she closed her freshly organized notes and pulled out a new set of review materials. Resting her chin in her hand, she let out the helpless sigh of a perpetual runner-up. “How else do you think he’s managed to stay unshakably one rank ahead of me for the past four semesters?”
Mu Yiyang saw that Ying He was on the back foot and was about to press the attack when Xu Wanwan tugged him back by the sleeve.
She waved her vocabulary flashcards and said softly, “I’m already dead tired. If you two keep arguing, I’ll never memorize these.”
At that moment, Chu Cheng dragged his tired body into the classroom. Seeing the room had just quieted down, he put on a stern face and scolded, “What’s all this noise again?”
The instigator immediately pretended to be in a serious academic discussion with the others, trying to ease the classroom atmosphere.
“Yeah, right. You’re working on a chemistry worksheet.” Chu Cheng placed a firm hand on Lu Yan’s head and pressed down hard, enunciating each word with extra force.
The boy chuckled and lowered his head again.
Chu Cheng swept his gaze across the room.
After last week’s classroom conflict, Mu Yiyang had already been chewed out by his “big brother.” But Ying He, who was equally to blame, hadn’t been punished yet. If the matter was left unresolved, it would seem unfair.
So he deliberately tapped on Ying He’s desk in front of everyone. “Come to my office.”
—
Chu Cheng sat behind his desk and saw Ying He standing with his hands behind his back, head lowered, clearly bracing for a scolding.
“What’s with the posture?” Chu Cheng asked, puzzled.
“You said it yourself—work is work. If you called me into the office, it must be to scold me. Go ahead, I’ll try not to talk back,” Ying He replied.
Chu Cheng let out a short laugh and said, “Wrong guess. I brought you here to pull some strings.”
Ying He froze, his clear, bright brows furrowing in confusion. “You need my dad for something?”
“I need you to do something,” Chu Cheng corrected him.
He pulled a manila folder out of the drawer, spread several report cards across the desk, and continued, “I’ve looked into your grades and I know your style. Every exam, you intentionally limit yourself to answering just three subjects—either Math, English, and Physics, or Math, Physics, and Chemistry. As long as it doesn’t include Chinese, right?”
Ying He, to his credit, was honest. “Chinese has reading comprehension and essay writing. Too much hassle.”
“Math and the rest also require brainpower,” Chu Cheng immediately countered. “What I need you to do is simple: stop being so decisive. Think it over more. Maybe try something like drawing lots to decide which three subjects you answer.”
Chu Cheng opened another drawer and pulled out a handful of little paper slips, fanning them out on the table. “Here, I’ve already made them for you.” Each slip had a different combination of three subjects—all including Chinese.
“…” Ying He stood frozen for two seconds, then looked up with surprise. “You’re really not even trying to hide your motive, huh?”
“This kind of thing totally relies on being contrasted with others,” Chu Cheng said with complete honesty. “I’ve worked my butt off just to push my average into the top five—do you think I’ve got the saintly spirit to be magnanimous about it?”
Ying He frowned. “Aren’t you even curious why I only answer three subjects?”
“Do you want to tell me?” Chu Cheng asked in return.
Ying He shook his head.
“But I can tell you why I used to only answer half a paper in elementary school.” Chu Cheng clearly expected that answer and, with his usual calm and gentle tone, began to share his own youthful misadventures.
“I used to think the same way you probably do—that life was already predetermined. But my grandpa told me it’s not that he wouldn’t allow me to do things; it’s just that I was too young to know what I wanted or liked. That’s why I needed guidance. Boundaries.”
Then Chu Cheng looked him straight in the eyes and asked, “If you took away all the pressure from your family, what kind of person would you want to be? What job would you want? What kind of life?”
Ying He didn’t respond—because he didn’t know. That lack of direction was exactly what bred his restless frustration.
Chu Cheng told him he was born into a household with status too, but every choice he made was his own.
“Everything I have now, I wanted for myself.” Then, with a smooth shift in tone, he added, “And of course, what I want also includes you answering the Chinese section properly during the next monthly exam.”
Ying He scoffed. “So after all that, it still comes back to this.”
Chu Cheng ruffled his hair in mock frustration and pulled out a previous ranking chart. “Look! Aside from Chinese, our class has the highest average scores in every subject. Even if we go by some kind of Robin Hood classroom justice, shouldn’t you hit any other subject instead of Chinese?”
They stared at each other for a moment, until Ying He suddenly chuckled. “Seriously, how did you become a teacher?”
Chu Cheng raised an eyebrow. “Was that a dig?”
“Not at all.” Ying He shook his head. “You’re genuinely well-suited for this job. Though honestly, you act more rebellious than half the students most of the time.”
“I do not. Don’t spread false rumors.” Chu Cheng leaned back in his swivel chair, totally relaxed, clearly refusing to accept the label.
The bell marking the end of morning study rang.
“If you’re not gonna scold me, I’m leaving,” Ying He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He tilted his head slightly. “I’ll think about your special request.”
After the student left, Chu Cheng leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh of relief. The office was peaceful—for about five seconds. Then the glass door creaked open, and someone burst in.
“Mr. Chu!” He didn’t even need to open his eyes to recognize Bai Xiaolong’s booming voice. “You’re so unfair! I was away at training camp for two weeks and had my phone confiscated, and now that I’m back, I find out you’ve been grinding without me?! You got to Star 101 and didn’t even tell me?!”
“Huh?” Chu Cheng sat up straight, needing a couple seconds to figure out what the boy was even talking about.
In truth, most of his ranked game progress had happened during summer vacation when he teamed up with Chuan-ge. Only last Sunday had he solo queued—mainly because his entire body ached and he couldn’t move, so mobile gaming was his only option.
“Carry me,” Bai Xiaolong said, full of resentment.
Chu Cheng didn’t even hesitate. “No.”
“Take me with you!” the student insisted, with a bit of a whiny tone. “I came in first in my athletics training group, didn’t fall behind in academics either, and I even spent the weekend teaching my grandpa how to use a smartphone! Why won’t you take me!”
“Nope. You suck,” Chu Cheng replied flatly, unmoved.
Bai Xiaolong furrowed his brow. “Then I’m telling Big Bro that you changed your in-game skin. A limited-edition pay-to-win skin, too. With your terrible luck, you probably had to charge 2000 yuan just to hit the pity rate, huh?”
Chu Cheng snorted dismissively. “I get up early and stay up late, making money with my brains and hard work—why shouldn’t I spend it on microtransactions? Forget your big bro, you can tell your grandpa for all I care!”
“What the hell kind of conversation is this?” Just then, as the two were rapid-firing nonsense at each other, Yu Siting happened to push open the office door.
“Big—mmph—” Bai Xiaolong barely got out a syllable of greeting before someone clamped a hand tightly over his mouth.
Yu Siting paused, brows knitting slightly. “What’s going on?”
“Hahaha, he just woke up and is talking nonsense,” Chu Cheng laughed awkwardly, still holding the boy in a tight grip. “What brings you here?”
Yu Siting handed over a car key. “The school sent a last-minute notice—all department heads need to attend a training meeting this afternoon. There might be a dinner afterward too, not sure what time I’ll be free.”
“Got it.” Chu Cheng didn’t even fully process what he’d said, but agreed immediately. “I’ll drive Lu Yan home after school myself.”
Yu Siting’s gaze sharpened slightly, as if he wanted to say something—but in the end, he didn’t.
Only after Yu Siting had left did Chu Cheng turn his head toward Bai Xiaolong and warn, “I’ll get someone to carry you during the holidays. But keep your mouth shut, understand?”
The student let out a muffled whimper, and Chu Cheng finally let go.
“Okay, okay, I won’t say anything,” Bai Xiaolong said, gasping for air. Then, he couldn’t help asking, “But Mr. Chu… when did you start living with Big Bro?”
Author’s note:
Big Brother: “Don’t look at me, I didn’t say a thing.”