What's Wrong with This Alpha? - Chapter 66

Chapter 66 – The School Beauty’s Naughty Diary

Sheng Yunze stood up, pulling Duan Yi up with him.

Duan Yi noticed the unfinished sushi on the table and quickly grabbed a few pieces, stuffing them into his mouth to avoid wasting any.

“Wait, let me have a few more bites!”

Sheng Yunze dragged him out, Duan Yi slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he stumbled along. “I’m not finished eating! Where are you taking me?”

“The dorm,” Sheng Yunze replied firmly.

Duan Yi was unceremoniously tossed into the dorm, still thinking about his unfinished tamagoyaki.

He glanced at Sheng Yunze’s desk and spotted some snacks. He sat down and tore open a bag.

Before Duan Yi could react, Sheng Yunze pinned him to the bed.

“My—”

My QQ Candies!

Clatter!

Strawberry-flavored QQ Candy rained down from mid-air, pelting both of them.

“…are going to fall,” Duan Yi quietly finished his sentence.

Sheng Yunze radiated dark fury. “Do you think that was timely? Why didn’t you wait until you had grandchildren to say that?”

Duan Yi: =口=!

“You dragged me onto the bed before I could finish! I already opened the bag—shouldn’t we just finish it?”

He explained, “If QQ Candy falls on the table and you pick it up within three seconds, it’s still clean. If it falls on your clothes, it’s clean as long as you pick it up within a minute!”

Sheng Yunze picked a piece of QQ Candy from Duan Yi’s collar, but instead of putting it in his mouth, he pressed it against the corner of his lips.

Duan Yi had to tilt his head back to look at him. The soft candy squashed against his lips, their color slightly darker than strawberry gummies but with the same translucent quality. The translucence deepened toward the center, like the candy itself.

Sheng Yunze twirled the candy, curiously rolling it across Duan Yi’s lips several times.

Duan Yi opened his mouth and took the candy in, his tongue peeking out—soft and wet.

“Who told you to eat it?” Sheng Yunze asked languidly, his fingers kneading gently.

“Stop touching my mouth, or I’ll bite you!” Duan Yi threatened.

“Why can’t I touch it?” Sheng Yunze was fascinated by Duan Yi’s anatomy and decided to begin his exploration with his lips. With a slight pressure from his long fingers, he sank into the moist warmth. “Lick it for me.”

Duan Yi: =口=!

Sheng Yunze grew impatient. “Hurry up.”

Duan Yi pushed him away. “What are you doing with this midnight show?” His voice dropped, tinged with nervousness. “Brother, this is the dorm! People are coming and going. What if someone walks in and sees us in this… inappropriate position?”

Sheng Yunze’s finger was still in Duan Yi’s mouth, his tongue constantly pushing outward, leaving it dripping wet.

Duan Yi gripped Sheng Yunze’s arms, shoving him away, his face flushed. He swallowed hard. “Why did you shove it in so deep?”

“You managed it last time,” Sheng Yunze said. “Why not now?”

Duan Yi’s mind flashed to blurred images, and shame flooded him. “That… that was different!”

“Oh…” Sheng Yunze drawled.

Seeing the mischievous glint in Sheng Yunze’s eyes, Duan Yi felt a shiver of unease.

“You want a repeat of last time?” Sheng Yunze asked.

“Stop with the dirty talk, school beauty!” Duan Yi lunged forward to cover Sheng Yunze’s mouth. “I’ll shatter my fragile heart right here! Stop toying with a seventeen-year-old’s innocent fantasies about the school beauty, okay?”

Sheng Yunze flipped them over, pinning Duan Yi beneath him once more.

The hard wooden slats of the dorm’s single bed banged loudly. “Ow! That hurts! Your bed is so hard…”

Duan Yi’s bed was incredibly soft, padded with five or six layers of cotton. Compared to it, Sheng Yunze’s bed felt like a wooden plank.

Sheng Yunze pinned Duan Yi down. “Which is harder—the front or the back?”

Forced to spread his legs, Duan Yi rested one foot on the bedrail, still wearing his shoe, afraid to put his full weight on it.

“You’re the one who’s hard! Even the bed feels soft compared to you!” Duan Yi blurted out. “Let me up! This position is uncomfortable.”

Sheng Yunze didn’t release him, pressing down even harder. This time, Duan Yi truly felt how aroused Sheng Yunze was.

Terrified, he froze.

Sheng Yunze stared at him, the strawberry gummies they had been playing with scattered across the floor.

Before Duan Yi could even feel a pang of regret, Sheng Yunze suddenly had an idea. He yanked open the zipper of Duan Yi’s school uniform.

A seventeen-year-old boy’s speed when undressing his lover was practically an innate talent. Every time, it was lightning-fast, requiring no practice. By the time Duan Yi thought about pulling his jacket back on, it was already stripped down to his wrists.

Sheng Yunze was already deftly unbuttoning Duan Yi’s shirt.

Like a bra, Sheng Yunze thought strangely.

The girl’s bra consisted of two thin straps, a delicate pink fabric clinging to her chest.

A suggestive red mark from a metal clasp pressed into Duan Yi’s slender back.

Hanging on the balcony, delicate and fragile, it carried the faint lingering scent of perfume.

As Sheng Yunze unfastened the clasp, he noticed his hands trembling slightly.

He’d never unfastened a girl’s bra before, but what he was doing now wasn’t much different.

Sheng Yunze’s heart began to race, and a strange thought popped into his head: Duan Yi should have a bra too.

His waist was slender, his chest soft like a marshmallow.

Blindingly white, peeling off his shirt felt like cracking an eggshell, revealing a world unknown to boys.

It was like a sealed, brightly colored box filled with sweet, tempting candies, waiting for someone to unwrap the candy paper.

A bra would leave two thin red marks on Duan Yi’s shoulders.

Sheng Yunze stared at Duan Yi’s rounded, pale shoulders for a moment, finding them strangely fleshy.

Yet his collarbones were deeply recessed, a vibrant red mole stood out boldly, and his skin flushed slightly.

Duan Yi grabbed Sheng Yunze’s hand. “You’ve taken off too much! It’s cold…”

Sheng Yunze: “I’ll turn on the air conditioning.”

Duan Yi averted his gaze. “What are you going to do?”

Sheng Yunze leaned over him, a mischievous grin revealing his sharp tiger teeth. “Let me take a look.”

He hooked his finger under Duan Yi’s collar, sending a clear signal.

Duan Yi: =口=!

“There’s nothing to see… You have your own, just look at yourself.” He gripped his collar tightly, refusing to let go.

“No,” Sheng Yunze insisted stubbornly. “I want to see yours. Just one glance.”

Duan Yi: “…Do you think I’d fall for that again? You said the same thing last time!”

Sheng Yunze relented slightly, offering a compromise. “Then let me touch it.”

Duan Yi: “…Just because you asked doesn’t mean I’ll agree! Asking won’t change anything!”

He tried to roll over and get out of bed, but Sheng Yunze pinned him down and pulled him back.

The school beauty was practically a different person on the bed compared to off it.

Now, his eyes were wide with innocent curiosity as he gazed at Duan Yi, his expression so disarmingly cute it felt like cheating. “It’ll be quick. Just one touch.”

Duan Yi: …

He knew Sheng Yunze was using her charms against him, but he couldn’t resist!

His grip loosened, and Sheng Yunze’s cold hand slipped beneath his shirt.

[ School Beauty’s Playtime: 15 minutes. Timer started. ]

[ School Beauty’s Playtime: 15 minutes. Time’s up. ]

“How did you get so chubby?”

Sheng Yunze, his goal achieved and feeling refreshed, dragged Duan Yi into his arms.

“Why are you so chubby? Have you been overeating lately? All this extra weight—you didn’t have any of this before. Where did it all come from?”

As he teased Duan Yi, Sheng Yunze’s hands roamed over his waist and abdomen, occasionally brushing against the bite marks on his chest. Duan Yi flinched at the pain. “Where am I chubby?”

His face still flushed, his ears practically steaming.

Duan Yi had always been well-proportioned, though his body was soft in places and he retained a bit of baby fat, which led Sheng Yunze to constantly call him chubby.

Damn it! I’m one of those legendary people who can eat anything and not gain weight!

At most, I’m just a bit fluffy, not fat at all!

Duan Yi mentally protested, then pried Sheng Yunze’s wandering hands away. “Stop pinching me! It hurts! You probably made me bleed…”

A bit clueless and endearingly naive, he tugged open his collar, determined to investigate.

Sheng Yunze pressed Duan Yi’s hand down, flattening the fabric against his own chest to block his view. Raising an eyebrow, he declared with possessive arrogance, “Don’t look. Only I get to see.”

Duan Yi: “…Are you crazy?!”

Furious, he flipped over to wrestle with Sheng Yunze, but Sheng Yunze refused to let go. They tumbled onto the bed, rolling around for a while.

Exhausted from playing, Duan Yi finally lay still, hugging Sheng Yunze’s blanket and rolling around a few times. His hair became completely disheveled, and when he stopped, a sliver of his soft, pale belly peeked out.

The red marks left by their earlier roughhousing were still visible, along with several undeniable bite marks.

Duan Yi tried to find some dirty manga under Sheng Yunze’s pillow, but there was nothing.

He then rummaged through Sheng Yunze’s school uniform pockets for a while, only finding his phone.

Duan Yi unlocked it with his fingerprint. The screensaver had been changed from the photo of him sound asleep in Sheng Yunze’s bedroom to one of him dozing face-down on his desk.

Bored, he idly scrolled through Sheng Yunze’s photo album, oblivious to Sheng Yunze’s hand creeping back to his waist. The hand then moved lower, to his lower abdomen, where Sheng Yunze gave it a pinch. Finding it soft, he kneaded it with interest for a while.

Besides photos of Duan Yi, Sheng Yunze’s album only contained pictures of incorrect answers on his exam papers.

How boring.

Scroll, scroll, scroll—

“Holy shit!”

The phone smacked him in the face.

Duan Yi, stunned by the pain, could only manage a choked “Holy shit!” before curling up, clutching his face, completely overwhelmed by the throbbing.

Sheng Yunze snapped, “Is there anything you actually do well?”

Duan Yi covered his face, then peeled his fingers away to reveal reddened eyes and the tip of his nose, where a small mole sat, strangely alluring.

Sheng Yunze yanked his hand away. “Let me see where it hit.”

Duan Yi pointed to his upper lip, where a small cut had indeed opened—a solid hit.

He pouted, showing it to Sheng Yunze, who glanced at it and immediately found fault. “You’re in this much pain and still trying to seduce me?”

Duan Yi: ???

“I—”

Before he could protest, Sheng Yunze adopted a “Fine, I’ll indulge you” expression and bit his lip, then licked open the seam and kissed him deeply.

Duan Yi opened his mouth, leaned back slightly to adjust his posture and avoid straining his neck. He wasn’t good at breathing during kisses, always holding his breath until the end, then gasping in small, desperate gulps, as if fighting for every breath.

After a while, Duan Yi pushed him away. “We’re going to be late for class.”

“You’re always late,” Sheng Yunze retorted.

“Don’t just give up. I’m actually trying to improve myself…”

Sheng Yunze kissed him again, his lips never leaving Duan Yi’s.

Sheng Yunze spoke almost without moving his lips, leaving several conspicuous kiss marks from Duan Yi’s lips to his slender neck.

By the time Sheng Yunze finished, the bell for class had already rung once.

He licked the lingering moisture from the corner of Duan Yi’s mouth, then pressed a final, lingering kiss before pulling away.

“Damn it, I knew I’d be late today!” Duan Yi covered his face, then grabbed Pingtou’s mirror and yanked open his collar. “You made it too obvious. Everyone will notice the moment I walk into class.”

Sheng Yunze retorted matter-of-factly, “So what if they do?”

“Do you have any makeup? You know, that stuff that makes your skin lighter? Let me borrow some.”

“Nope. Want me to spit on it instead?”

Duan Yi desperately clung to his crumbling facade as the school beauty’s unattainable “High Mountain Flower”, “Brother! Maintain your image!”

He rummaged through the drawers and actually found half a box of concealer in Pingtou’s drawer.

As he opened the concealer, he mimicked Detective Conan, “Holy crap, Pingtou’s got something going on! Why else would he have half-used girl’s makeup? He’s definitely got a girlfriend. To maintain peace in our class, I need to investigate—is she from our class or another? If she’s from another, I’m reporting them!”

Sheng Yunze snatched the concealer away, his expression dark. “You’re not covering it up.”

Duan Yi: =口=!

Sheng Yunze: “Go to evening self-study like that.”

Duan Yi: “…You’re being unreasonable.”

Sheng Yunze, his face impassive, “Embrace the challenge.”

When Duan Yi arrived in the classroom, Hao Shanshan stared at him with a constipated expression.

His scarf was wrapped around his neck three times.

Hao Shanshan patted his shoulder. “Dad, do you know why someone who never wears a scarf in class would suddenly wear such a thick one?”

Duan Yi sat down. “Because the window isn’t closed properly. It’s cold. Go close it.”

Hao Shanshan: “No. It’s because you have a tooth mark on your face.”

Duan Yi: !

How had he missed that earlier?!

Hao Shanshan, wearing an “I understand” expression, handed him a mirror.

Sure enough, there was a faint tooth mark on his cheek.

Hao Shanshan: “Need to borrow my Clé de Peau concealer?”

Duan Yi: …

“You don’t have to emphasize the brand!”

Hao Shanshan blushed. “I just wanted you to know I bought this new luxury cosmetic!”

Duan Yi grabbed the Clé de Peau concealer stick and began haphazardly applying it while staring into the mirror.

Sheng Yunze, utterly engrossed in watching him use makeup, abandoned his unfinished test paper and leaned back, propping his chin on his hand as he observed.

He thought Duan Yi looked like a high school girl right now, and the way he applied concealer was strangely alluring. If he added some lipstick, he’d seriously devour it off Duan Yi’s lips.

After a while, Sheng Yunze suddenly stopped watching him. It was an instantaneous movement—he turned away and sat up straight, resuming his homework.

Duan Yi chuckled. “Why’d you stop looking? Weren’t you enjoying the show? Thanks to whom, School Beauty? Heh, feeling guilty and afraid to meet my eyes? Look at me! Why’d you stop looking!”

He turned his head while still taunting arrogantly—and caught Old He’s death glare reflected in the mirror by the window.

Click.

The CPB concealer stick fell to the floor without warning.

Duan Yi: ……

Old He: ……

Sheng Yunze: Continued writing his test paper with perfect posture, occasionally frowning or looking enlightened.

Duan Yi’s inner monologue: You’re such a fake, husband!!

Old He: “Go on, why’d you stop? Keep applying it right in front of me.”

Duan Yi: …………

You’re betraying me, Sheng Yunze!!! You’re betraying me!!

Duan Yi’s inner monologue roared:

You’re all about sharing the good times but ditching me when things get tough, huh?!

Couples are like birds in the same forest—when disaster strikes, they scatter, right?!

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you? You’re getting back at me for covering up your hickey, right?! You saw Old He and didn’t even warn me, did you?!”

“We’re over! This relationship can’t last another day! It’s over now, immediately, right this instant!”

Monday morning, flag-raising ceremony.

Under the gaze of the entire school, Duan Yi returned to his grand stage!

Performance: A public self-criticism under the flag.

Old He stood beneath the flag, grinding his teeth in frustration. “Next, I will read a warning. Duan Yi of Third Year Class 1, during Friday evening’s self-study, you were caught applying GDP concealer by the window. You even brazenly forced a male classmate to watch your entire makeup routine, displaying appalling behavior and repeated defiance of school rules. After deliberation by the Political Education Office, Duan Yi will deliver a public self-criticism under the flag!”

The microphone was passed to Duan Yi. Old He: “Do you have anything to say?”

Duan Yi earnestly replied, “Teacher He, actually, the concealer I used was CPB…”

Old He snatched back the microphone, his face impassive. “Add another charge for disrespecting teachers and insulting authority. Extend the self-criticism to 5,000 words and copy the entire Divine Sword and Hero.”

Duan Yi: =口=!!!!

“Teacher He!! I was wrong!! It was GDP!! It was GDP!!”