Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL) Chapter 241: NSFW 5

He shoved the waistband of his pants down, just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and flushed dark, beading with a drop of clear moisture at the tip. He stared at it, at the proof of his own functioning body, and a hysterical laugh bubbled in his chest.

’Impotent... yeah right,’ he thought as his hand closed around the base. The skin was hot, so fucking hot, and silken smooth. He gave a tentative stroke, from root to tip. His whole body shuddered. ’Yu Xi.’ The thought wasn’t a whisper. It was a shout in his skull.

He imagined it wasn’t his own hand. He imagined those slender, long fingers wrapping around him. A grip that was both firm and knowing. He imagined Yu Xi’s face, those sharp, composed features contorted with a hunger to match his own.

He pumped his fist faster, the friction delicious and rough. Pre-cum slicked his path, making the glide wet, filthy. He bit his lip to stifle the sounds, but they ca anyway. They were broken pants and choked curses. He fucked into his own grip, his hips lifting off the bed.

’His back. That ass. The way he looked at when he said "trust ."...’ Each thought was a fuel, stoking the fire higher. He was so close. The pressure built at the base of his spine, a coiling, inevitable spring. He was going to explode.

The shower was still running. Jian Ci’s rhythm beca frantic, brutal. He was chasing it, chasing the image of Yu Xi turning around, of those briefs coming all the way down, of what he might see, of what he might do...

"Fuck... Yu Xi..." The na was a prayer and a curse on his lips as his back arched, his muscles locking. Pleasure detonated, white-hot and blinding. Streaks of cum painted his stomach and chest, hot and thick, as he rode out the waves, his hand never stopping, milking every last fucking drop until he was spent, shaking, and utterly, completely bewildered.

He lay there, panting, his mind a blissful, terrified blank. The proof of his climax cooled on his skin.

The shower suddenly shut off and Jian Ci used the robe to wipe off the evidence. He buttoned up his pyjamas shirt and shoved the robe inside the bed covers. He pulled the covers over his head and pretended to be asleep.

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Yu Xi stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him as he rubbed at his damp hair with a towel. His gaze imdiately fell on Jian Ci, curled beneath the covers, his breathing soft and steady. The sight made Yu Xi pause for a mont, his chest tightening thinking of what he had just done. He didn’t disturb him plus it was already past midnight.

He pulled on a plain t-shirt and loose pants, then crossed to his own bed. Sliding beneath the sheets, Yu Xi felt the silence press in. It was strange, almost awkward, being in the sa room yet on separate beds.

He was so used to Jian Ci slipping into his bed almost every night, laughing off the cramped space, squeezing in beside him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Yu Xi tried to convince himself it was just the size of the beds. Maybe these weren’t big enough to share. But he knew that was a poor excuse. The dorm beds had been smaller, and Jian Ci hadn’t cared. He had simply laughed and made room for himself.

Yu Xi turned his back toward Jian Ci, staring into the dark, lost in thought.

Xiaobao’s voice echoed in his mind. She had been hounding him for days, telling him to "take action." At first, Yu Xi hadn’t understood what she ant. But tonight, she had sat him down, her expression uncharacteristically serious, and explained in detail the most effective thods to seduce an esper.

Yu Xi had listened in stunned silence, realizing she wasn’t joking. Xiaobao had gone so far as to consult the best dating coach in the business or at least, that’s what she claid. In truth, "consult" was a stretch. She had ordered her assigned security to kidnap the woman and threatened to expose her fraud unless she gave up her secrets.

Xiaobao wasn’t about to fatten the pockets of a fraud. Once she had cornered the so‑called dating coach, she spilled every detail she had wrung out of her. All her thods, tricks, and strategies were written down in Xiaobao’s notes app. Her excitent was palpable as she told him what she learnt.

Yu Xi, ever patient with her, let her do as she pleased. He knew Xiaobao was only trying to help, so he indulged her, allowing her to choose his clothes, fuss over his hair, and lecture him on what to do when he returned to his room.

That was why he was sitting in her suite tonight, listening to her plot with quiet amusent. He didn’t take the sche seriously. He simply loved spending ti with his sister.

But Jian Ci’s words from earlier, his confession that he thought he was impotent, changed Yu Xi’s mind. Against his better judgnt, he tried one of Xiaobao’s tricks. In the end, he lost the war with himself and had to retreat to the shower, where he helped himself in silence, the water masking his surrender.

When Yu Xi stepped out with a towel around his shoulders, he was unaware that Jian Ci had been watching him. From beneath the covers, Jian Ci’s eyes peeked out, wide and unblinking. His world felt like it was collapsing.

For years, Jian Ci had never thought about sex. It had never mattered to him, never crossed his mind. He told himself then he was saving himself for his future wife. But now, it was all he could think about and every thought led back to Yu Xi.

He told himself to look away, to stop staring, but his gaze refused to obey. He wanted to get up, to cross the room and lie beside Yu Xi like he had so many tis before. But fear held him back. Fear that if he did, he might try sothing... sothing he couldn’t take back. So Jian Ci stayed in his bed, rigid beneath the covers, his heart pounding.

Eventually, exhaustion dragged him under, but his sleep was restless, broken by dreams that left him more unsettled than before. Even in sleep, Yu Xi lingered in his thoughts, impossible to escape.

He dreamt they were still in the bathroom. In his dream Yu Xi t his gaze and it wasn’t a casual look. It traveled down Jian Ci’s body, lingering for a heartbeat too long on the front of the robe, where the fabric, damp from the bathroom’s humidity, clung.

It clung specifically to the outline of his still-hard, unmistakable erection. Before Yu Xi could see it clearly he tried to turn away but Yu Xi had seen it.

Yu Xi’s eyes ca back up to his, and there was a challenge there. A knowing. A heat that mirrored Jian Ci’s own.

Jian Ci ran out of the bathroom and he was freaking out. "Yu Xi saw. He fucking saw it. He knew he was hard," he thought to himself hiding underneath the covers.

"And Yu Xi was hard too. I saw him turn. I saw the look in his eyes."

"He asked to wash his back. He wanted in there.

What if he cos out? What if he walks out of that bathroom, towel around his waist, and sees like this?"

All these thoughts where racing in his mind and the dream got even more absurd.