TMCOC CH 13

Chapter 13: You’re Challenging Me, Aren’t You? (V)

The hotel lights were dim, giving off the decadent glow of a city that never slept. Most of the view, not blocked by curtains, was a magnificent urban nightscape—but the person on the bed had no mind to admire it.

“Eh… what… mmh ah!”

The aftereffects of the alcohol were too strong. Wei Gaochen, muddled by the drink, only felt his body slowly being filled—a thick penis invading him, stealing his breath. The suffocating sensation made him choke out an inaudible whimper.

He had no idea how things had come to this. His vision was blocked by fabric, and his hands were pinned above his head by a stronger hand.

Unable to move, Wei Gaochen could only breathe as the other took his time, moving slowly. Perhaps because of prior experience, he didn’t feel much pain this time.

“Mmm… don’t… like this…”

An unexpectedly intense pleasure surged through him. Wei Gaochen arched his chest, trying to pull away, only to meet increasing force. His back passage was stretched to the shape of the penis, reaching its deepest point, then without giving him much time to adjust, it began a vigorous rhythm.

The “slap slap” sound hit Wei Gaochen’s buttocks. His suit was only half-undone, rubbing uncomfortably, and just as he was about to protest, Du Linghe tore open his shirt. Several buttons popped, and a large hand began teasing his nipples.

Before meeting Du Linghe, Wei Gaochen had never realized that a person’s chest could feel pleasure. But now, being sucked, licked, and teased, the tingling pain mixed with waves of pleasure made his waist tremble.

His toes curled and stretched, unable to express the fiery predicament he was in.

His sensitive reactions made the one caressing him smile. Warm breath brushed his skin, and Wei Gaochen awkwardly bit his own lower lip.

“Looks like you enjoy this kind of thing.”

“Absolutely not!” Wei Gaochen retorted stubbornly, even in this state.

“Alright, let’s see how long you can last.”

Du Linghe said this as he lifted him up, changing positions. The already stretched passage accommodated more, folds nearly fully stretched. Wei Gaochen momentarily held his breath, helplessly clutching Du Linghe’s neck.

Du Linghe moved his hips. Wei Gaochen, straddling him, swayed slightly. The penis hit his sensitive spot. Panicked, he grabbed Du Linghe’s arm.

Du Linghe’s thrusts made Wei Gaochen feel like he was riding a motor that would never stop. Due to the position, each stroke caused his swollen scrotum to collide with his buttocks. His wet inner walls tightly gripped Du Linghe.

Wei Gaochen’s hair was damp and messy, saliva dripping uncontrollably from his mouth. The tie that had been in front of his eyes loosened from the vigorous movements. Even without a barrier, Wei Gaochen had no mind to notice his surroundings.

The climax surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming his senses. He unconsciously choked and whimpered until another wet release hit him, bringing this wild encounter to a close.

Fatigue and drowsiness swept over him. Wei Gaochen quickly slipped into a deep, oblivious sleep…

***

Wei Gaochen woke up.

His head felt like it was about to explode, his entire body aching as if he had made love all night.

He stayed strangely silent for a moment, a confused, dazed expression on his face.

After a while, he buried himself in the blanket and let out a silent scream.

—God, he needed to quit drinking!

The sound of a door opening made Wei Gaochen flinch, curling himself even tighter. In this situation, the only person who could enter the room was… him.

The scent of food wafted through the air. Morning hunger made Wei Gaochen’s stomach growl. The hotel breakfast really was good; even the aroma alone made him salivate.

The person carrying the breakfast didn’t rush Wei Gaochen to get up. Instead, he strolled leisurely to the side of the bed.

Wei Gaochen felt the bed dip under the weight, and the duvet that had tightly wrapped him was forcefully pulled away. Fortunately, a shred of dignity remained—he wasn’t fully exposed to the air.

“Your phone’s been ringing since early this morning.”

Sure enough, Du Linghe’s neatly groomed face came into view, a stark contrast to Wei Gaochen’s messy, bird’s-nest hair. Luckily, Wei Gaochen’s thick skin allowed him to ignore how disheveled he looked.

“N-no… it’s fine…”

His voice was so hoarse he was surprised at himself. Du Linghe seemed to have anticipated this. From the bedside table where breakfast had been placed, he picked up a warm cup of milk.

Wei Gaochen hesitated for a few seconds, unsure whether to take it, but Du Linghe simply brought it to his lips.

“I’ll grab your phone for you.”

Du Linghe lifted Wei Gaochen’s hand, letting him hold the mug with both hands.

The hotel room wasn’t large, and Wei Gaochen could see everything from the bed. Du Linghe really went to get the phone for him. He wore a simple shirt and suit pants—less formal than usual, and the distance normally felt from being the Du Corporation’s CEO was gone.

“Wow… he looks so young…”

This was the same young man who nearly broke his waist last night. Wei Gaochen sipped the milk, silently muttering to himself.

Du Linghe seemed to have received a call. He answered it while handing the phone to Wei Gaochen, signaling with his eyes that the breakfast on the bedside table was for him.

…This kind of thoughtfulness made Wei Gaochen’s heart flutter.

He deeply regretted getting drunk again. He really shouldn’t have harmed his body like this. He wasn’t good with alcohol to begin with, and the vigorous activity afterward was a double strain on his fragile body.

“I must be insane… why did I get drunk and end up here?”

Although not completely blacking out, Wei Gaochen barely remembered how he had kept up with Du Linghe last night. Perhaps the constant countdowns from system missions had drained him, causing him to instinctively follow his “main character.”

Lost in his thoughts, he replied to messages on his phone. His throat was so hoarse he didn’t even want to speak.

“Why haven’t you eaten yet?”

Du Linghe quickly finished his work. Seeing Wei Gaochen still lounging lazily against the headboard, he frowned in mild annoyance.

“Don’t want to move? My body hurts, and you don’t even consider how hard I worked last night… hmm?”

Wei Gaochen twisted his waist slightly and realized that place didn’t hurt much. He had expected to feel like a wreck after such intense activity, but today felt almost as if nothing had happened.

His expression changed constantly, as if saying: “Did we just… mess around lightly? Du Linghe, are you serious?”

Du Linghe, as if reading his expression: “….”

An indescribable anger burned within him. If Du Linghe were not in a normal corporate family, but in a mafia, he would have already drawn a gun and whispered to Wei Gaochen: Wei Gaochen, you’re challenging me, aren’t you?

(To be continued…)