Chapter 15: Arrogant Big Star

What stage had it reached?

Lin Wu’s gaze drifted upward from Ji Xingci’s stomach. Then, with curiosity burning in his eyes, he reached out and began unbuttoning Ji Xingci’s shirt.

At first, Ji Xingci was more than satisfied with Lin Wu’s sudden boldness. Having his belly rubbed felt incredible.

But gradually… his ears flushed red, and he shoved Lin Wu away.

“What are you doing?”

Lin Wu swiftly changed the subject. “Hmm, your pecs are really impressive…”

As if.

Ji Xingci remained deeply unsatisfied.

“Don’t just go pinching everywhere.”

Yet he didn’t storm off.

After all, he’d been ill for far too long, and he’d gotten a taste of something sweet back in the car.

Now, Ji Xingci was utterly fixated on picking up where they’d left off. More than that, he wanted to prove his true stamina to Lin Wu.

His neck burned red as he swiftly turned the tables, shoving Lin Wu down onto the sofa.

Lin Wu was utterly distressed. He was the host of the Good Pregnancy System, not some Bed-Warming System.

There weren’t any tasks requiring him to sleep with the protagonist gong…

Ji Xingci quickly picked up on his distraction.

“Lin Wu!”

He seized Lin Wu’s hand, his expression darkening. What was this supposed to mean? Was Lin Wu rejecting him?

“But, Ji Xingci… I’m a 1.”

“What?”

“I’m a 1.”

Ji Xingci froze for a moment, his ears turning an even deeper shade of red. “No way! Don’t even think about it.”

“I don’t care what you are. When you’re with me, you do as I say.”

Lin Wu: “…”

What was he supposed to do now?

Lin Wu pressed a hand to the back of Ji Xingci’s head. Maybe he should just knock him out again.

But if he kept doing that, wouldn’t Ji Xingci “give birth” too soon?

After all, things had already progressed to the point where… his chest was starting to swell with milk.

If Ji Xingci discovered the pregnancy too early and rushed through the whole process, would it mess up the task’s completion rate?

“Urgh… I told you not to touch there!”

Ji Xingci’s face flushed even hotter. He finally broke off the kiss, and only then did Lin Wu realize that he’d been absently pinching away the whole time he’d been lost in thought.

But Ji Xingci’s forehead was scarlet now, his reaction so over-the-top.

Lin Wu suddenly had no intention of letting go.

“Enough! That’s enough.”

Ji Xingci tried to pull back, toppling over backward. Lin Wu pinned him down.

“Does it hurt?”

?

What kind of question was that?

In Ji Xingci’s moment of bewilderment, Lin Wu pinched harder.

“Urgh, urgh, urgh…!”

Ji Xingci’s face turned beet red in an instant. He couldn’t believe the bizarre pleasure surging through him from…

Then it hit him.

“Wasn’t your hand broken?”

Lin Wu: “…It suddenly doesn’t hurt as much.”

Ji Xingci stared at him in confusion, but soon he couldn’t think straight anymore.

“I said no! What the hell are you—”

Ji Xingci flailed, unsure whether to dodge or push back, only to find himself pinned against the edge of the sofa by Lin Wu.

Lin Wu had only meant to give Ji Xingci a less-than-pleasant experience, in hopes he’d be less eager next time.

But Ji Xingci’s reactions left Lin Wu second-guessing himself.

Did he like it… or hate it?

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It hurts.”

Ji Xingci seemed to soften all at once. “I said it hurts! Enough, enough—urgh… Lin Wu!”

Lin Wu paused, then leaned in to kiss his ear.

Suddenly, Ji Xingci clutched at him desperately, and just like that…

Lin Wu went rigid.

After a beat, Ji Xingci snapped out of it too—and turned utterly crimson.

Impossible. Hadn’t it always been ridiculously hard to make this happen?

Before, no method had worked no matter what. It had nearly driven him insane with frustration.

And yet now, in this absurd way…

It was even more humiliating than lasting just a minute!

Ji Xingci pressed his lips tight and shoved Lin Wu away once more. His carefully styled hair was a total mess as he turned his back.

Something was seriously off.

Maybe he should keep his distance from Lin Wu?

Sensing Ji Xingci’s rising anger, Lin Wu bolted.

“I’m gonna take a shower!”

Ji Xingci was the one who desperately needed one. He stood, his body sticky and his mood sour, so he deliberately headed to a different bathroom.

But the moment they separated, as the warm water cascaded over him…

Ji Xingci’s gaze dropped, his bangs plastered to his forehead, cheeks still flushed.

He started replaying it all in his mind…

Meanwhile,

Lin Wu lounged in an extravagantly luxurious bathtub filled with bubbles, letting out a contented sigh.

Rich people really knew how to live.

He soaked for a while, then glanced down at his hand.

He’d put in a ton of pointless effort today.

Right then, the bathroom door swung open.

Ji Xingci—halfway through his own shower elsewhere—stood there outside, scowling.

Lin Wu: ?

Without a word, Ji Xingci stepped a leg over the tub’s edge and climbed in.

He sat in silence for a moment before hooking an arm around Lin Wu’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Lin Wu’s eyes widened.

“Didn’t we just…?”

Ji Xingci snapped, embarrassment fueling his irritation. “Shut up.”

Lin Wu: “…”

And so the two of them went at it again in the bathroom…

Later that night, before bed on the sheets…

The next morning upon waking…

Each time Lin Wu brushed him off with a quick resolution, Ji Xingci sulked for a bit. But it never lasted long… before the craving hit again, and he’d press close of his own accord.

Lin Wu: …

First thing in the morning!

He needed to get home.

…

“Lin Wu!”

“I really do have stuff to do today…”

Lin Wu protested. “Ugh, and my stomach’s not feeling great. My hand hurts too.”

Ji Xingci gripped his phone, eyes flashing with fury.

That damn guy! Daring to claim he liked him, then dodging over something like this!

Seven or eight times a day was perfectly reasonable, wasn’t it?

He’d already been holding back plenty.

He couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I don’t care. You have to come over.”

“I have my own career, you know. I really need to work on some compositions.”

“What’s the point of hunkering down at home writing music? Still wanna make it big? Come here—I’ll hook you up with some connections.”

“Really?” Lin Wu hesitated at last.

Ji Xingci had been swamped lately. He was still at a luxury brand’s annual global launch event, contractually obligated as their spokesperson, though all he wanted was to phone it in and clock out.

And yet his mind kept drifting to how he could lure Lin Wu over.

Lin Wu figured a public event like a press release meant Ji Xingci couldn’t possibly drag him off for anything illicit.

So he went.

Who could’ve guessed that an hour later…

“Ji Xingci… this is a bad idea!”

“Shut up.”

Lin Wu could hardly believe it. Ji Xingci was about to hit the red carpet, but the moment Lin Wu arrived, he’d been hauled into the private dressing room for this.

“Who told you to avoid meeting me in private…”

Ji Xingci hated it too; frustration gnawed at him.

He’d even given up on topping Lin Wu—Lin Wu always dodged like crazy, putting on that pitiful act and rattling off excuses about being a top himself.

It was such a waste of time. Half the day gone and nothing to show for it.

He was now desperate for Lin Wu to touch him—anything would do, as long as Lin Wu touched him!

He really couldn’t stand it any longer.

At the moment, aside from Lin Wu laying hands on him, Ji Xingci had no other way to deal with his condition. He could only grit his teeth and endure.

Now that he’d finally laid eyes on Lin Wu,

he couldn’t bear even a single second more. He just wanted Lin Wu to hurry up and pull him out of this agony.

Lin Wu watched as Ji Xingci undid the luxurious, impeccably tailored latest high-end suit jacket draped over his body.

His physique was already showing clear signs of change.

He’d warned him that pushing this catalysis any further wouldn’t end well…

Lin Wu pinched him on purpose.

Ji Xingci looked ready to snap at first, but then he swallowed his anger.

Anything was fine! He squeezed his eyes shut in desperation and accepted it. In Lin Wu’s hands, he always reached the finish line anyway.

“Haven’t you noticed you’ve put on weight?”

Lin Wu asked tentatively.

Ji Xingci’s glazed eyes went blank for a moment.

What did that mean?

“You dare to mock me?”

Had he lost his looks?

Ji Xingci glanced down. His lower belly was indeed sticking out a little. But right now, it didn’t seem to affect the narrowest part of his waist—it was just jutting out awkwardly lower on his abdomen.

Like he’d overeaten.

Truth be told, he could sense something off with his chest too. Lately, no matter what he wore, the fabric chafed uncomfortably.

What was happening to him? The fuzzy thought flickered through his mind, only to be swiftly overtaken by Lin Wu’s presence.

Salvation was right there within reach. Even if Lin Wu was messing with him on purpose, Ji Xingci couldn’t have cared less.

He just wanted to cling to him desperately, like a drowning man grasping at straws.

But…

“Wait.”

Ji Xingci’s voice came out hoarse as he stopped him.

Lin Wu: “Hm?”

Ji Xingci trembled slightly. “I need to use the bathroom…”

“Can’t hold it in anymore?”

Ji Xingci’s face flushed red.

Lately, he had zero control over his bladder.

Lin Wu: “Then go ahead?”

Ji Xingci said anxiously, “Like this? How am I supposed to go out? I’m due on stage any minute.”

Lin Wu: “…”

Whose fault was that?

Lin Wu had no choice but to lead him to the cramped bathroom off the dressing room. He positioned Ji Xingci with both hands braced against the wall, facing the toilet, then stood right behind him.

“You’d better stand steady.”

He murmured into his ear.

“Or you’ll get the sponsor’s clothes dirty.”

“…!”

“What are you doing? Don’t—wait. I said no…”

“It’s fine. We can go together. Just pee.”

“Lin Wu…”

For an instant, Ji Xingci’s hands slipped limply down the wall. Luckily, Lin Wu caught them just in time.

Once he’d steadied him, Lin Wu realized he’d probably used a bit too much strength.

Not just anyone could casually scoop up a 1.87-meter Ji Xingci like that.

He snuck a glance at him.

Fortunately, Ji Xingci was too out of it to notice a thing. Without that support, he’d have crumpled straight to his knees.

Lin Wu let out a quiet breath of relief and helped him back out.

“I told you to stand steady.”

He checked things over—it was mostly fine. There was a little wetness trickling down his legs, but it didn’t show on the outside of his clothes.

“Wipe it off.”

The assistant was outside, blowing up his phone with nonstop calls.

Ji Xingci panted for breath, shot Lin Wu a glare, and had no choice but to straighten his clothes as best he could and stumble out, thoroughly disheveled.

Lin Wu stayed behind in the bathroom to wash his hands.

Hmm. How could he get Ji Xingci to stop getting so worked up every time?

That little belly of his was ballooning out like it was being inflated.

Lin Wu soon emerged from Ji Xingci’s dressing room, only to run into someone who looked vaguely familiar.

The guy was dressed super trendy, with light golden dyed hair and that telltale plastic-surgery sheen. An assistant trailed behind him—clearly another celebrity.

Lin Wu was still trying to place him when the man looked up and spotted him.

His reaction was even bigger. He arched an eyebrow pointedly.

“How did you get in here?”

He’d been about to sneer—did they really let in trash like Lin Wu just because someone shelled out big bucks? As if rubbing elbows here would do him any good.

But then it hit him: this wasn’t some ordinary fashion show.

Money alone wouldn’t get you through the door. He eyed the resting room behind Lin Wu, his gaze turning shocked and suspicious.

So how exactly had Lin Wu gotten in?

Lin Wu stared back at him, and it finally clicked.

Ah, this was the guy who’d stolen his song.