TMCOC CH 14

Chapter 14: The More You’re Used to It, the More of a Brat You Become (I)

Although he was tempted to take drastic measures with the person on the bed, Du Linghe took a few deep breaths and summoned the last bit of patience to organize his words.

“I cleaned up after you, and yesterday we only did it once before you fell asleep.”

Wei Gaochen began replaying memories in his head, but no matter how he thought about it, all he could see were vivid scenes of sex. He had lost consciousness immediately after climaxing… alright, he really had fallen asleep instantly.

It made it seem like he was the one who had taken everything and left.

Realizing this, Wei Gaochen felt a little embarrassed and swallowed nervously. “Then why did you stay? You could’ve just left me there.”

Du Linghe frowned at the comment, but Wei Gaochen, absorbed in checking messages on his phone, didn’t notice. He lounged lazily on the bed, swinging his feet while the breakfast left beside him was already cooling.

That completely unreflective attitude made Du Linghe want to punch him. But Wei Gaochen was the type of person who wouldn’t stop doing what he wanted no matter how threatened, so Du Linghe walked directly up to him.

“Wei Gaochen.”

Though pretending not to care, Du Linghe was secretly observing when Wei Gaochen would leave. Startled by his approach, Wei Gaochen gave a few nervous laughs.

“Du… you’re not planning to have breakfast with me, are you? Are we that close?”

Moreover, Du Linghe was the type who only drank black coffee in the morning; he never had a habit of eating breakfast.

Wei Gaochen couldn’t quite understand Du Linghe’s attitude. The duvet that had only covered his lower body was quietly pulled up to his chest. He curled his legs and rested his chin on his knees.

His light-colored eyes blinked innocently. Wei Gaochen had a face that was hard to dislike and often used this expression to manipulate people in work situations.

But who was Du Linghe? The protagonist who had played a mental game with him for years. At first, he had been deceived, but now he had strong immunity.

Expressionless, Du Linghe pressed down on Wei Gaochen’s head and pushed him back onto the bed.

“Wah!”

The sudden reversal made Wei Gaochen flail, trying to stabilize himself and keep modesty. The front was covered, but most of his back was exposed.

A slightly thin but well-shaped back, with kiss marks from last night that Du Linghe hadn’t resisted leaving.

Wei Gaochen’s nervousness made Du Linghe raise an eyebrow. Ignoring the struggling person below, he climbed onto the bed, causing one corner of the soft mattress to dip.

“N-no, are you planning another round without warning?”

Du Linghe’s expression darkened further. He restrained Wei Gaochen, then ran his hand along his waist, moving down toward his thighs.

Wei Gaochen started yelling: “Stop! You can’t touch there!”

“You complained yesterday it hurt, and today it still does?”

“Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! You’re terrible in bed, don’t you know that—”

Veins popped on Du Linghe’s forehead. He glared at Wei Gaochen, then, unable to tolerate it any longer, slapped his buttocks.

“Smack.”

The crisp sound made Wei Gaochen’s shout pause, his body stiffening. He turned toward Du Linghe with a look of disbelief.

The expression of being betrayed by a heartless man made Du Linghe’s heart sink. He quietly looked away and gently stroked the now reddening buttocks—a silent apology.

But it didn’t bring Wei Gaochen back from the shock of being spanked. His lips trembled before he finally managed to speak in full sentences:

“Y-you spanked me!? Du Linghe, I’m going to fight you!”

After Du Linghe could no longer tolerate it, he forcefully pressed his lips onto Wei Gaochen’s noisy mouth until he was short of breath. Collapsing back onto the bed, Wei Gaochen had no energy left to speak. The morning commotion finally settled.

Buried in the pillow, Wei Gaochen mumbled a few incoherent, childish words. Du Linghe urged him to eat breakfast, and only then did he reluctantly take a few bites.

As expected of a highly efficient CEO, after Wei Gaochen sluggishly got out of bed, Du Linghe had even prepared a new suit and placed it nearby.

Wei Gaochen pinched the corner of the suit, muttering as if it were a live bomb: “Don’t tell me this is my size.”

Du Linghe, hearing him, replied directly: “It is.”

Wei Gaochen glanced at him. “How do you know?”

This time, Du Linghe was a bit speechless. “Who’s been following me all these years, even stealing from high-end tailor shops? Your measurements are all there.”

“…Hmm.”

Thinking carefully, it really was him.

Wei Gaochen had many things he wanted to argue about—like how he only did those things because the system missions required him to, not out of personal choice—even though later, he habitually used Du Linghe’s stores anyway.

After all, if it’s Du Linghe’s product, it must be top quality.

Wei Gaochen grumbled as he put on the suit. Surprisingly, the once form-fitting clothing felt loose. He had lost some weight recently but didn’t pay much attention, casually tucking in the hems.

Du Linghe, ever observant, noticed and casually asked, “Busy lately?”

“Ah… busy? Not really…”

Wei Gaochen had completed almost all the main missions in this world; only minor side quests were left, which were optional. But his OCD made him want to finish every small task, so he still went out to maintain his presence.

His only real anxiety now was why Du Linghe wasn’t with the heroine, but kept being involved with him instead.

“Then nothing planned for later?” Du Linghe asked, guiding Wei Gaochen toward the door. “Come eat with me.”

“I just ate… I can’t eat anymore, don’t force me, Du…”

[System Prompt: Mission Complete]
[Reward Start]
[Do not leave the protagonist’s side for more than ten minutes]

Looking at the prompt, Wei Gaochen found the reward oddly suspicious. When had he even completed a mission? He hadn’t danced with Du Linghe—unless applauding for love now counted as another form of dance?

Lost in thought, he was still mulling over the “do not leave” instruction—when suddenly, he smelled a scent so good it felt like it was sucking his soul away. The source of the fragrance was the man walking just ahead of him.

(To be continued…)