The curly-haired white man was wearing sneakers.
Ming Ying remembered that very clearly.
So, who was the person wearing these leather shoes?
Ming Ying froze, still holding his phone, not daring to move.
This felt like a scene from an American horror movie. Could it be a ghost…
Just as he thought that, the stall door was knocked upon.
Thump, thump, thump.
“Ming, are you coming out, or should I come in?”
WTF!!!
That was Aston’s voice!!!!
Ming Ying’s breathing instantly quickened. Damn, this man appearing here is even scarier than a ghost.
Thump, thump, thump.
“Ming Ying, open the door. I have something to say to you.”
Straight out of a horror movie plot.
Ming Ying didn’t dare move, didn’t even dare breathe. He played dead.
About two minutes later, the leather shoes turned and walked away.
Ming Ying blinked. The stall next door was still going at it with their ‘Fck’ this and ‘Fck’ that. He waited a bit longer, triple-checking that there was indeed no one outside anymore.
So Ming Ying slowly unlocked the stall door. The very next second—BANG—the stall door was yanked open from the outside. Before Ming Ying could even cry out, he was shoved right back in!
The moment he slammed against the door panel, Ming Ying was stunned.
Aston stood outside the stall, expressionless. Unreadable, his gaze simply swept up and down over Ming Ying. Then he lifted his foot and stepped in. Click, the stall door was locked again from the inside.
And so there they were: one pressed against the door, the other looking down upon him.
In the cramped stall, accompanied by the BGM next door, with the dim lighting, the atmosphere was impossibly charged.
The space was already small, and with two men standing in it, Aston was right up against his front. Ming Ying felt like he was going to suffocate.
Rarely, he lifted his head and looked directly into Aston’s eyes.
They were very beautiful eyes, but Ming Ying didn’t dare look long.
He averted his gaze, deciding he needed to take the offensive. He asked first, “…What do you want to say?”
Silas looked at him. “Are you sure you want me to say it here?”
Ming Ying instinctively opposed everything. “Is this place beneath you?”
He regretted it the moment he said it. Fuck, who exactly was he talking to?!
“Uh, I mean…” Ming Ying frowned. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to say.
Why in the world was he, in a bar’s restroom stall, listening to his school’s Board Member fk next door, pressed thigh-to-thigh with the man?!
“Ming, what are you afraid of?”
“…”
Ming Ying fell silent for a moment. “…I’m not.”
Silas frowned, looking down at the person before him. “Your current state isn’t right. I’m sure you can feel that. Before, you said it was because of me. So now, what’s the reason?”
Ming Ying: “It’s my studies.”
“Studying makes you come out at ten at night to bar-hop with strangers?”
Ming Ying didn’t answer.
“I had someone call the lab. They said you fell asleep in the lab, didn’t they?”
Ming Ying: “…So what if I did? What rule says you can’t sleep in a lab?”
Silas braced his hands against the sides of the stall door, frowning. “Ming, look at me. I’m trying to solve your problem.”
Classmate Ming Ying, trapped between the door and the man: “…”
Who the hell solves a problem like this?!
Just like that, Ming Ying’s pent-up resentment and demonic fire erupted without any warning.
“Fine. I’ll say it.” Ming Ying raised his head, a smirk tugging at his lips, his tone slightly disdainful. “Yes, it’s because of you! Honorable, great Mr. Aston, why did you have to pretend to be XI and flirt with me? Now I don’t have anyone to chat with, no one to flirt with. It’s torture. I miss XI so damn much, but when I call, a man picks up! Isn’t that ridiculous enough? There!”
The words were out. Ming Ying knew he’d spoken recklessly, letting his mouth run off.
After all, Aston was just as much a victim of the prank as he was. But Ming Ying didn’t take it back. Who told this guy to keep cornering him, teasing him?
Silas, however, didn’t speak after listening.
Under the weight of the tense silence, two gasping sounds from next door suddenly shot through their ears: “Ah~ Baby~ so good~”, “Ah~”
“…”
Hearing these two NSFW noises, Ming Ying suddenly calmed down. A mental Oh shit echoed in his mind. What did he just say?
Did he just say he was flirting with the Board Member of N University, his own advisor’s boss?
…Would he be expelled tomorrow for stepping into school with his left foot first?
He quietly glanced up, colliding directly with the other man’s calm eyes.
Silas looked at him. “Feel better now?”
Ming Ying: “…”
In the silence, Silas bowed his head slightly, bringing their faces even closer. “Ming, how much did you drink?”
With him suddenly so close, Ming Ying had nowhere to hide. In this cramped, dim stall, their breaths seemed close enough to intertwine.
Ming Ying blinked.
Somehow, within this tiny space, the atmosphere abruptly shifted towards the romantic.
It felt as though something intense was burning, luring one to commit a sin.
Classmate Ming Ying, whose adrenaline had just been racing, now felt his head growing dizzy.
Right now, even as a straight man, he could sense what Aston was doing—he was seducing him.
Yes, that’s right, no mishearing.
The honorable, great Board Member was seducing him.
Ming Ying found it absurd, and also funny. But beyond that, there was an emotion he couldn’t ignore.
—Why was he always the one passively on the receiving end?
Why did this old man forever maintain such unruffled composure? Even after knowing this whole thing was a prank, no shock, no anger, just calm acceptance, continuing as always to seduce him, flirt with him.
Making him look like an ignorant and boring, foolish student.
This wicked thought planted itself like a spark in the depths of his heart, flaring skyward the moment a hot wind blew.
“Teacher XI.” Ming Ying suddenly addressed him.
Silas acknowledged it. “Mm.”
Ming Ying didn’t speak, but suddenly tilted his face slightly upwards—this tilt narrowed the distance between them even further, practically nose-to-nose. All Ming Ying could smell was that familiar scent belonging to Aston.
Like the ocean, ready to drown him in it.
Looking into those light blue eyes, Ming Ying thought: fck, I’ve gone crazy. Absolutely crazy.
In that split second, reason rebounded at the cliff’s edge. Ming Ying jolted back to his senses. Just as his lips were about to brush the corner of the other’s mouth, he dropped his gaze and lowered his head.
However, in matters like this, once you take the initiative one step, going back to square one was impossible.
The moment Ming Ying lowered his head, a warm, strong hand gripped his jaw, forcing his face back up with almost brutal strength.
Ming Ying’s eyes widened in shock.
Silas frowned, seemingly displeased. “Ming, I told you. Disobedient students must receive punishment. Isn’t that right?”
WTF…
Ming Ying stammered, “I…”
Giving him no time to react, Silas held Ming Ying’s face with one hand and pinned his wrist with the other, pressing the person firmly against the stall door. Then he lowered his head.
Mr. Aston’s kiss was completely at odds with his own gentlemanly demeanor, possessing a kind of primal roughness. He pried open Ming Ying’s tightly clenched teeth without mercy, barging straight in, swallowing all the boy’s whimpers and warmth.
Ming Ying was kissing someone else for the first time. Forget technique, he didn’t even know how to breathe.
He felt his tongue being coiled around, twisted, and stirred, producing sounds that made one blush and heart race. His very breath was tainted with the other’s taste. Completely unable to control it, he could only be led.
Perhaps it was the dim lighting, or the sounds from next door, or Silas’s undisguised possessiveness—whatever it was, this kiss was full of sensation, intensely stimulating.
But a kiss like this could be called a delight. Being tormented like this, however, was just torture.
Ming Ying held his breath, his face flushing crimson from the kiss. He really couldn’t take it anymore. He started struggling. Too bad both hands were pinned securely; no matter how he struggled, it was futile.
So Ming Ying shut his eyes and started shaking his head, wanting to evade the man before him. Unfortunately, Classmate Ming Ying’s neck was also locked tightly in the other’s palm. Forget dodging, even tilting his head slightly back would be wrenched back into place.
“Mmph…”
In that instant, Ming Ying suddenly understood exactly what Aston meant by ‘punishment’.
Truly… such a beast!
Finally, when Ming Ying was kissed to the point of nearly passing out from lack of oxygen, Aston mercifully released him.
By the end of this kiss, Ming Ying almost couldn’t stand.
Only because Silas supported his shoulder did he avoid collapsing to his knees right then and there.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Propped up, Ming Ying coughed violently. He didn’t know whose saliva it was, but a string of it trailed down the corner of his lips with the heaving of his chest.
Ming Ying heard Aston chuckle softly next to his ear.
Son of a
Ming Ying looked up at the man inches from him.
Handsome, tall, eyes containing a hint of a smile, as if tolerant of his clumsy reaction.
“…”
Ming Ying retracted his gaze. A realization formed in his mind: First, this was a man. Second, he was the Board Member of N University. Third, he was his advisor’s boss. And now, they were kissing in a bar’s restroom stall.
In a daze, he thought, how did things end up this way?
How did he end up kissing him?
And… damn, why am I so useless?
Kissed once and reduced to this sorry state?
Ming Ying felt unbalanced. So he looked up again, gazing at the man’s face. Why was he still the picture of suave sophistication? As if he’d just finished some work meeting, tie perfectly straight, not a hair out of place.
Ming Ying was greatly indignant.
Just happening at this moment, the next stall sounded like it was entering the final sprint. The cries got higher and higher, more and more wanton. The stall door panel rattled, loud as if about to shatter, making one’s heart itch.
“Ming.”
In this atmosphere, Silas suddenly spoke.
But Ming Ying, panting for breath, didn’t wait for Silas to finish whatever he was about to say. He suddenly reached out, grabbed the man’s necktie, stood on his tiptoes, and kissed him back!
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