TMCOC CH 8

Chapter 8: The Relationship Between Presidents (IV)

Wei Gaochen honestly couldn’t believe Du Linghe could get hard because of him.

But… wasn’t this also perfectly reasonable and normal? They were both healthy adult men; getting excited from sexual desire was the most ordinary reaction in the world—Except it felt very strange when it happened to Du Linghe.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the spare brainpower to think any further, because the sentence Du Linghe whispered in his ear was merely a notification—before the man pushed him down onto the sofa and lowered himself on top.

Wei Gaochen thought he would be crushed, but Du Linghe didn’t put his entire weight on him. His hand braced beside Wei Gaochen’s cheek, supporting himself.

Still, this posture only made the pressure feel worse—Du’s loosened tie hung down, and his shirt was being unbuttoned one by one. Wei Gaochen had always known Du Linghe had a great figure, but that excellence had only ever shown through his clothes.

Now Wei Gaochen realized the truth: he looked best without them.

The muscle lines beneath the shirt were beautiful, perfectly arranged along every contour. Wei Gaochen stared blankly as Du Linghe slowly peeled off his clothes. Then, as if noticing his gaze, Du raised an eyebrow—not mockingly—and guided Wei Gaochen’s hand toward his abs.

“You’ve been staring. Want to touch?”

He did want to touch, but not this directly… Wei Gaochen wanted to make a snarky remark but swallowed it. Unfortunately, his expression already betrayed him, and Du Linghe gave a soft laugh.

That hand then pressed Wei Gaochen’s hand lower along his torso, and Du said:

“Go on. Touch it.”

The command carried the tone of a man used to giving orders, but the raspiness softened it. That softness ironically made Wei Gaochen feel even more embarrassed.

There wasn’t any sense of arrogance or irritation behind the command, so he didn’t feel angry either. And honestly… just a little… he did want to personally touch the thing threatening to rip through Du Linghe’s trousers.

But no way in hell would Wei Gaochen admit to such a thought. His face was red as he stammered, making incomprehensible “ah-ah” noises—trying very hard to speak, yet saying nothing coherent.

“I’m not touching because I want to! You wanted me to!” Wei Gaochen barked. “This is forced circumstances, okay?”

Du Linghe hummed, “If you keep being stubborn, don’t regret it later.”

I already regret everything right now!

Thinking back to how Du Linghe had already warned him multiple times about how miserable he was going to end up—Wei Gaochen didn’t care. Having just finished once, his IQ had somewhat returned. He felt bolder.

He unbuttoned Du Linghe’s waistband, then, through the man’s underwear, rubbed the damp spot forming on the fabric with his thumb.

“So hard… you really can get off on a man?”

Du Linghe’s breathing deepened slightly. That teasing voice and mischievous gesture made him frown faintly, but he didn’t stop him—he only lowered his head and bit the corner of Wei Gaochen’s lips.

“Mm! Are you a dog?!”

Startled, Wei Gaochen flinched. Without a kiss threatening to suffocate him, his courage immediately returned.

He pulled his hand back and attempted to sit up.

“You hurt me. I don’t want to continue,” Wei Gaochen complained shamelessly. “You’re being too mean to me.”

“And who is the one who finished and immediately tried to run?”

Du Linghe exposed him mercilessly, and Wei Gaochen could only give him a fake, ingratiating smile.

Normally, this was exactly when Du Linghe would turn into a rabid dog at work, viciously attacking the Wei Corporation during their competing projects. Wei Gaochen would be forced into overtime for days. Truly unforgivable.

Thinking of all this, Wei Gaochen obediently shrank back into the sofa again. Only then did Du Linghe ease up slightly.

“I’m going to continue.”

“…If I don’t regret this later…” Wei Gaochen muttered softly in defeat, and after that, everything unfolded naturally.

He didn’t want to think about why a CEO’s office had condoms prepared. Especially not when Du Linghe tore one open and used the leftover lubrication on his fingers.

Wet, embarrassing sounds came from between his legs as fingers stretched a place that had never been touched before. That strange, creeping pleasure made Wei Gaochen turn his head away, burying his face in his arm. The skin left exposed was completely flushed—whether from intimacy or pure shame, he didn’t know.

He never expected he could get excited from something like this. The front that had already been satisfied once was hard again, dripping onto the sofa.

Once Wei Gaochen had stopped resisting, Du Linghe’s kisses never ceased. His lips trailed lower, teasing and biting at his chest until—

“I’m a man,” Wei Gaochen couldn’t help blurting out.

Du Linghe pinched his sensitive nipple and flicked his hardening shaft.

“I’m well aware.”

Wei Gaochen trembled and swore under his breath. Du’s reply was simply to add another finger, making his strength dissolve again.

As his body slowly lost its usual composure, Wei Gaochen nudged Du’s leg with a shaky kick.

“…That’s enough…”

It was barely more than a whisper, the sound laced with a trembling plea.

Hearing that shame-filled invitation, Du Linghe lifted his head and met Wei Gaochen’s tear-bright eyes—eyes that looked so easy to bully it made him think one thing: This time, he was definitely not letting him off.

The thick, condom-covered length pressed against the loosened entrance. Du teased shallowly, almost entering but not quite, and the anticipation made Wei Gaochen stiffen with nervous breaths. Du intertwined their fingers.

“I’m going in.”

The moment he entered, Wei Gaochen forgot how to breathe. The pressure, the stretch, the overwhelming size—it made him want to cry. A small, broken sound escaped him as he felt himself being pushed open in a way that bordered on unbearable.

He wanted to run. His body couldn’t move.

He tightened his grip on Du Linghe’s hand, jaw clenched silently.

Du groaned, feeling how tight he was. He rubbed Wei Gaochen’s waist, trying to get him to relax. When he felt him loosen just enough, he called his name softly.

“Wh-what…”

He sounded pitiful, voice fuzzy. Du kissed the damp corner of his eye, and when Wei Gaochen blinked up at him with tears clinging to his lashes, Du leaned down and kissed him—slow, soft, and impossibly gentle.

Yes. He really liked kissing him.

That was Du’s only thought when Wei Gaochen, like a frightened kitten, tried to return the kiss.

Once his body was no longer stiff with pain, Du began to move. First gently, then—when he brushed a spot that made Wei Gaochen tremble—he attacked that sensitive point directly.

Skin slapped against skin in the CEO’s office, rhythmic and loud. Pleasure began to drown out pain, climbing up his spine in bursts that made his breath hitch. Overwhelmed, Wei Gaochen turned his head away from the kiss Du attempted.

He was refused, but Du didn’t mind. If anything, it made him thrust even harder.

When he hit that spot again, Wei Gaochen arched uncontrollably, voice cracking:

 “Ah—slower, please—!”

“You like it like this. Be good.”

Du didn’t hold back. As he’d said earlier—he wasn’t going to let Wei Gaochen off. He had to make this troublemaker regret provoking him.

He gripped Wei’s waist and drove deeper. Slick sounds spilled from where they connected. The front he’d ignored was hard again, dripping steadily.

Wei wanted to clamp his legs together, but the attempt only pushed him closer to Du. The intensity made his mind go blank. He clawed at Du’s arm, leaving red marks with every sharp jolt inside him.

Everything blurred. Wei Gaochen barely recognized the man above him—Du Linghe, usually so composed, now completely immersed in pleasure.

So he could feel good too… Realizing that made Wei loosen a breath he didn’t know he held.

But that fragile feeling vanished quickly—because Du Linghe was simply too large. Every thrust felt like too much, every movement like it reached somewhere he couldn’t handle. When Du sped up again, driving deeper inside, Wei Gaochen truly thought he was going to die.

His own shaft leaked steadily. He tried to reach down to relieve himself, but Du pressed his hand away.

“I—I want to—!” Wei Gaochen’s eyes reddened as he glared up at him. “You bastard—ah—let me—!”

Du ignored him completely. His hips moved faster, intention unmistakable: He was going to make him finish from this alone.

Wei Gaochen thought he was losing his mind. Pleasure crashed over him again and again like waves. His entrance tightened uncontrollably, body reacting on its own. He bit down on his lip—being forced to climax like this filled him with unbearable shame.

Yet no matter how he felt, his body was honest. When Du ground against that spot again—

He ended up finishing just like that, completely losing control.

“Ah—w-wait, I’m— I’m coming—!”

Shame and release crashed over him at the same time. His whole body trembled violently. Du Linghe let out a low groan and pulled out of the tight, pulsing ring of muscle. Still trapped in the tail end of climax, the loosened entrance kept clenching helplessly, slick fluids spilling out—lube mixed with the mess of arousal.

Du Linghe tore off the condom and tossed it onto the sofa. Gripping his still-hard length, he stroked himself a few times. Then he pried apart Wei Gaochen’s thoroughly reddened thighs and released onto that still-quivering opening—soft, swollen, and twitching as if begging for something to fill it again.

Du Linghe caught his breath, then looked at Wei Gaochen collapsed on the sofa. The man had an arm thrown over his face, chest rising and falling as he struggled to calm down.

But Du Linghe had no intention of stopping. After steadying his breathing, he pulled Wei Gaochen’s legs apart once more.

“Again, Wei Gaochen.”

“You’ve got to be— I’m not—” Wei Gaochen almost swore at him, but his voice was already hoarse.

Hearing such a weak refusal, Du Linghe simply replied with a quiet “mn,” sweeping back Wei Gaochen’s sweat-dampened hair. That face—every inch exactly Wei’s type—was flushed with desire. Seeing him glare up in indignation, only to lose focus again, made Du Linghe’s lips curl into the faintest smile.

It was the kind of smile that could only be described as seductive—plain, shameless seduction based solely on knowing he was irresistible.

Absolutely deadly.

Wei Gaochen cursed under his breath. His mouth said no, but his body betrayed him completely.

Soft all over, exhausted from being thoroughly ravaged, President Wei still reached up and hooked his fingers behind Du Linghe’s neck—pulling the man down—and demanded another lingering, sticky kiss from the enemy he supposedly hated.

(To be continued…)