Chapter 153 - Stupid Ping Ping

She watched his finger touch his chest down stomach and thighs. She blinked and blinked when those hands covered his private. She stared at her son for a long time, before her mind collected itself.

'He wants Wen Dong to bite him there?! Wouldn't that hurt!' She felt her motherhood being questioned at this point in her life. Her son wanted pain?! Did becoming an idol do this to people? Was Suu Jin this way as well?

'No... Ping-er isn't like that... but...'

“You want him to do things… lovers do?” She wanted to clarify.

“Mm,” Ping nodded, “I love Ah Dong, but Ah Dong… Ah Dong don’t love me! He said… He said I am too young and a baby. I get mad so I bite him harder and then he gets mad and then he doesn’t want to be near me.”

He started crying again and his mom lightly slapped his face. Gasping, he stared wide green eyes at her.

“Mama?”

“Ping Ping, your father and I did not raise you to behave this way. Wen Dong loves you and however way he loves you, accept it. Don’t force him to do more. You were the one telling him to bite you, right?” She frowned and Ping dropped his head, “You keep forcing him to do things you want. If this continues, I want you to leave the group.”

“What?!”

“You heard me,” his mother stated sternly and Ping Ping had never heard his mother use that tone ever! His heart trembled as he cried more, trying to wipe the snot and tears on his sleeves.

“I don’t want to. Mama, I don’t want to.”

“Then stop acting like a baby,” his mother sighed and ran her fingers through his locks, “You are 17 next month. Wen Dong will be 19 in a few months. You are still young in his eyes, Ah Ping. If you want to be lovers, tell him clearly. Don’t force it. If he just wants to be your brother, you must accept it, my sweet child. Okay?”

“But I don’t want to,” he cried, “Ah Dong is mine. I want Ah Dong only!”

“Why?”

“Cause Ah Dong is mine!”

“Why?”

“Cause he just is!”

“Did he say he is yours?”

“Yes! He said I belong to him now and, and I can’t get away from him.”

His mother sighed and pulled him to her chest. He heard the laugh and the tsk against his ear.

“He certainly spoils you, hm?” She laughed, “Talk to your father when he comes home about it, okay?”

He nodded, but he still missed Wen Dong.

Speaking of the man, he was home alone. Wen Dong’s mother was currently working, so she wasn’t home until later in the day. That was fine for him because he had to get his mind straight. His little friend was starting to do things that was going to pull apart his self-restraint.

Ping Ping would bite his inner thigh, too close to his covered cock. Then, the pinkette was biting sucking his neck and small hands were rubbing his chest. Another time was when Ping Ping was purposefully rubbing against him, smiling the entire time when the boy sat on his lap.

“Ugh! You are killing me!” Wen Dong shouted and smacked his head on the table, “Stupid Ping Ping.”

He took out his phone and sent a call to his best friend. He needed someone to tell him he was right in pushing Ping away. If he didn’t, the next time Ping did something sexual to him, Wen Dong was going to take the pinkette.

The phone rang and rang. Giving up, he hung up and smacked his head back on the table. Quickly, his phone rang and he looked to see Shun have video called.

“Ah Shun,” he whined and suddenly stopped seeing it was Suu Jin who called.

“Ah Dong,” Suu Jin greeted, “He’s in the bathroom.”

“Oh… Why’d you call me then?” He questioned and the pinkette gave him that stare like the little pinkette he knew.

“Ping Ping called me.”

“…”

“You made the right decision,” Jin sighed, “Giao de is a spoiled boy, so when he hears no, he tries hard to get what he wants,” the idol smiled, “He’s a brat.”

“A big brat in a tiny body,” Wen Dong rubbed his forehead, “He is killing me. I am trying, Ah Jin, but dammit.”

“Hm,” Jin sounded, “When he’s 18, are you going to have sex with him?”

“…”

“Hm,” the pinkette nodded, “You can’t avoid him, but you could tell him when it is his 18th birthday, you have a special reward for him. Place something fun on your body and tell him he would need to bite only those area. If he doesn’t listen, then he loses points to the big prize. Make it a game, Ah Dong.”

He nodded and thought about what the idol prince was saying.

‘Alright. I think that is good. I’ll be the one controlling instead of letting Ping do whatever. Okay! I like it!’ Wen Dong grinned and thumbed up.

“Thanks, Ah Jin! That is perfect.”

Suu Jin nodded and Shun came to the screen, greeting him happily.

“Ah Dong!”

“Ah Shun!” Wen Dong grinned, “How are you holding up? I read some of the articles and stuff. Oh! Congrats on all the subscribers and followers!”

“It is thanks to Ah Jin’s supporters. They still love him even with me here. My fans however… many left me,” Shun frowned and Jin wrapped his arm around his lover’s waist.

“My fans are yours as well, Ah Shun.”

Shun grinned and looked at Wen Dong through the screen.

“Hm? Something wrong? Your forehead is red.”

“Ah, just a little red, but I am fine. Ah Jin gave me a good idea to deal with Ah Ping.”

Shun nodded and paused. Looking at Wen Dong and Suu Jin, he blinked.

“You are okay with it?” Shun questioned Jin and the pinkette sighed.

“Ah Ping had always been close to Wen Dong. When you were with Gina, I saw the marks and knew what my cousin was doing. Honestly, what a brat.”

Shun smacked Jin lightly on the arm, grinning and shaking his head.

“Reminds me of someone,” Jin mumbled and side eyed him.

“Ah Jin!” Shun pouted, but the grin returned. Wen Dong said his goodbyes and hung up the phone.

“You are a spoiled baby,” Jin chuckled pulling him close, “You don’t agree?”