CH 20

Even a social terror like Du Chi couldn’t help but hesitate when surrounded by over twenty people urging him to take off his clothes.

Naturally, he wouldn’t give Du Chi a chance to back down and used his eyes to urge him a few more times. In the end, Du Chi reluctantly took off his shirt and sat down on the chair.

The students reacted with a collective “Wow,” staring intently at Du Chi, especially his bobbed hair and ponytail, whispering excitedly. While it seemed normal for someone with a bobbed hairstyle to attend the class, the presence of a ponytail seemed out of place, making it unclear why they joined in on the excitement.

“Today, our teaching will be divided into two parts, the front and the back.”

With a marker cap covering the pen, Xiang Mo made a few imaginary strokes on Du Chi’s body.

The students immediately quieted down, stretching their necks to listen attentively to Xiang Mo’s lecture.

“First, we know that there are two important muscles on the neck.” Xiang Mo opened the marker and used his left hand to grip Du Chi’s chin, forcing him to look slightly upwards, while his right hand drew a diagonal line on Du Chi’s neck.

Their skin touched abruptly, and Xiang Mo felt the warmth from Du Chi’s skin through his fingertips. Subconsciously, he glanced at Du Chi and found that Du Chi was also looking back at him.

“This is the sternocleidomastoid muscle. Pay attention to how its movement affects the position of the head.”

Xiang Mo calmly withdrew his gaze and moved behind Du Chi. He placed his left hand on Du Chi’s shoulder and used his right hand to hold Du Chi’s chin, moving it left and right.

“When looking straight ahead, these two muscles are not visible, but you should be aware of their existence.”

After saying this, Xiang Mo lifted Du Chi’s chin again, using his left hand to press on his Adam’s apple with four fingers. The sensual bulge became an unfortunate teaching prop, manipulated by Xiang Mo without any emotional attachment.

“The size and position of the Adam’s apple should not be drawn carelessly. It depends on the length of the neck.”

As his fingertips uncontrollably slid down the bulge, Xiang Mo lowered his gaze to look at Du Chi. He noticed Du Chi’s slightly furrowed brow as he gazed up at him, seemingly very displeased with the posture.

“Next, the clavicle plays a significant role in the aesthetics of the shoulders.”

Finally, Xiang Mo released his grip on Du Chi’s chin and placed both hands on his clavicle. His fingertips slid from the middle outwards, reaching his shoulders. The places touched seemed to leave invisible marks, causing Du Chi’s Adam’s apple to slide again.

“This position is the deltoid muscle, connecting the pectoral and bicep muscles.”

Xiang Mo drew a circle on Du Chi’s right shoulder, then moved the marker to his chest, outlining the shape of his right pectoral muscle.

“Everyone’s chest shape is different—some have square shapes, while others have round shapes. As you can see, our model has a square pectoral muscle, which is considered relatively attractive.”

Xiang Mo was kind enough not to touch Du Chi’s chest randomly.

“Below the pectoral muscles are the serratus anterior and rectus abdominis muscles. Everyone’s abdominal muscles are different—some have six-pack abs, some have eight-pack abs, and some are symmetrical while others are not. Our model has symmetrical eight-pack abs, although they disappear slightly at the very bottom…”

The marker tip followed the lines of the abs, gradually approaching the waistband of the pants. Xiang Mo could clearly feel that the lower his pen went, the tenser Du Chi’s muscles became, and the lines became more pronounced.

For Xiang Mo, well-defined lines were undoubtedly a good thing. He didn’t stop the pen at the appropriate point but reached the edge of Du Chi’s waistband.

Du Chi was wearing loose casual pants, and his waistband was casually tied with a knot, seemingly easy to pull open with a gentle tug.

Xiang Mo still didn’t stop his pen; instead, he used his little finger to push down Du Chi’s waistband slightly. At that moment, his right hand was suddenly grabbed, and the ever-cooperative Du Chi raised an eyebrow, looking at him and saying,”Teacher Xiang?”

The meaning in his eyes was clear: Does this come with an extra charge?

A strange “yiyi” sound came from below, and Xiang Mo stopped with the marker just in time. He looked at the students and said, “The model’s lower abdominal muscles on the right side are more pronounced than the left. When you draw later, pay attention to shading.”

The students began to practice on their drawing papers, and the studio was filled with the sound of pencils and paper rubbing against each other.

Ignoring the slightly crowded feeling, the light music flowing in the studio along with the sound of drawing was a comforting sound to Xiang Mo.

However, there was always someone to disrupt this atmosphere.

“Teacher, how long have you been working out?” a student asked.

Xiang Mo lifted his gaze from a student’s drawing paper, intending to ask them not to disrupt the class. However, he heard Du Chi chime in familiarly, “Since college until now.”

“And how long have you been together with Xiang Teacher?”

This time, Du Chi didn’t answer but instead looked at Xiang Mo, as if throwing him under the bus. Xiang Mo found the one who asked and slightly furrowed his brows, saying, “Focus on your drawings.”

At that moment, a strange sound came from one corner of the studio. Xiang Mo followed the sound and saw the student with the bobbed hair and ponytail squeezing behind a drawing easel, with several other students without seats gathered around, watching.

Approaching to take a look, sure enough, the student with the bobbed hair was drawing something messy again.

“If you continue like this, I’ll refund your tuition fees.” Xiang Mo looked at the drawing of two men kissing on the paper, feeling a bit of a headache.

“Teacher, I’m sorry.” The student immediately flipped the paper over and started drawing Du Chi’s sitting posture seriously.

After a while, Xiang Mo noticed another student’s proportions were off. He walked over and guided, “Below the pectoral muscles, it’s not entirely rectus abdominis; there’s also the serratus anterior.”

He made a few strokes on the drawing paper, then returned to Du Chi’s side, picked up the marker, and drew a triangular area on his ribcage.

“This area resembles a shark’s gills, so it’s also called the shark muscle.” Xiang Mo filled the area with evenly spaced diagonal lines and continued drawing downward, outlining a section on Du Chi’s waist, “This is the external oblique, which looks similar to the rectus abdominis but pay attention to the different direction.”

The external oblique had a larger surface area and was curved, making it inconvenient to draw the diagonal lines. Xiang Mo used his left hand to press against Du Chi’s chest, and that area of muscle visibly tensed up.

The marker with evenly spaced diagonal lines continued to fill down, and as it approached the waistband of the pants, Xiang Mo felt Du Chi’s body tremble slightly.

Could it be that this person is ticklish?

A vague thought flashed through his mind. At the same time, Du Chi once again grabbed his wrist, frowning as he said, “Xiang Mo.”

Not “Teacher Xiang” or “Artist Xiang,” but just calling his name with a hint of a warning.

Xiang Mo discreetly glanced at a certain area; the slightly rising lines showed no signs of awakening. Nevertheless, he promptly withdrew the marker to prevent any unexpected incidents.

After the students finished drawing the front view, Xiang Mo explained the distribution of muscles on the human body’s back.

The three-hour class passed in the blink of an eye. Despite Meng Yun not assisting today and the number of students exceeding the capacity, Xiang Mo was relatively satisfied with the teaching results. Most of the students had drawn well.

After tidying up the art supplies, it was only a little after 4 pm. Xiang Mo checked his phone while walking upstairs and realized that a documentary he wanted to watch had been released a couple of days ago. He planned to go see it tonight.

The documentary showcased various art pieces from ancient Egypt and was part of the cultural exchange program between China and Egypt. Due to limited showtimes, Xiang Mo could only secure a ticket for the 10 pm screening. To his surprise, someone had already bought the seat in the middle of the theater for the same screening, and like him, they were watching it alone.

“Teacher Xiang.”

Suddenly, Du Chi’s voice came from above. Xiang Mo looked up and saw Du Chi standing at the kitchen doorway, wrapped only in a loosely hanging bath towel, wet from head to toe.

“I can’t reach my back. Can you help?” Du Chi asked.

While Xiang Mo was cleaning up the art studio, he knew that Du Chi went upstairs to take a shower. However, he completely overlooked one thing—the lines he drew on Du Chi’s back were something Du Chi couldn’t wash off by himself.

If you draw the lines, you wash them off. Du Chi’s request was perfectly reasonable, so reasonable that Xiang Mo couldn’t find a reason to refuse.

He approached Du Chi and asked, “How can I help?” Surely, he doesn’t expect me to bathe him?

Du Chi didn’t explicitly say but turned and walked into the kitchen, saying, “Follow me.”

The bathroom was accessible through the kitchen. Du Chi brought a chair into the bathroom and then turned around to straddle it, resting his elbows on the back of the chair. He turned his head and said to Xiang Mo, “Help me scrub my back.”

The bathroom was filled with lingering steam, and the bath towel loosened even more due to Du Chi’s movements, revealing the connection between his lower back and buttocks. The tight curves tightened near his waist, then followed the firm muscles of his buttocks, giving a mesmerizing flow.

Indeed, he’s like a puppy, Xiang Mo thought, noting the seductive “dog waist” of a man.

He forced himself to look away and took advantage of Du Chi’s still moist skin to take the scrubber and clean the ink lines on his back.

“This is the latissimus dorsi, the largest muscle on the back.”

Recalling how audaciously he drew lines all over Du Chi’s body, Xiang Mo regretted it greatly. If he had anticipated that he would end up helping Du Chi scrub his back, he would never have taught the students to draw the back.

“Teacher Xiang,” Du Chi lazily sprawled over the back of the chair. “Why didn’t you tell me there would be so many people today?”

“I didn’t expect it either,” Xiang Mo said as he pressed his left hand on Du Chi’s shoulder and vigorously kneaded his back with his right hand. It seemed that touching Du Chi’s skin had become a strange habit, as he was growing accustomed to his warmth.

“Then aren’t you being a bit unfair?” Du Chi asked.

Fortunately, the back muscles were not as complex as the front. Xiang Mo massaged his back in large strokes, quickly cleaning off the ink lines.

“Business is done now, so there’s no use asking me,” Xiang Mo let out a sigh of relief, stood up straight, and put the scrubber aside.

However, at that moment, Du Chi suddenly grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on a certain area.

“Also, this part,” Du Chi said in a nonchalant tone.

The temperature in the palm of Xiang Mo’s hand immediately skyrocketed, even feeling a bit hot.

Realizing what he had touched, Xiang Mo tried to pull his hand back in a panic, but Du Chi firmly held onto his wrist, not allowing him to distance himself from that area.

“Do you mind?” Du Chi turned his head and looked at Xiang Mo, asking.

Xiang Mo furrowed his brows, “Du Chi!”

Du Chi seemed to sense Xiang Mo’s anger and let go of his wrist. However, in the next moment, he stood up and let the bath towel drop, turning around and sitting with his legs spread open.

“Do you mind?” Du Chi asked again.

Looking at the impressive size before him, Xiang Mo almost forgot to breathe.

Clearly seeking help, but his tone was so self-assured.

Xiang Mo turned his head away, looking at the wide-open bathroom door, and in his confused mind, he wondered if he had forgotten to lock the front door of the courtyard. There shouldn’t be anyone coming up, right?

Waiting for a response but not getting one, Du Chi held the back of Xiang Mo’s neck, and his lips approached.

Xiang Mo suddenly tensed his back, firmly pushing against Du Chi’s chest and glaring at him, “Alright, I got it, no kissing.”

His right hand circled around that spirited beast, toying with it up and down. His movements were somewhat perfunctory, but Du Chi didn’t seem to mind. Looking at Xiang Mo, who was still turning his head away, he asked, “Why can’t I kiss you?”

“I don’t like it,” Xiang Mo frowned.

“Is that so?” Du Chi lightly chuckled, and upon seeing Xiang Mo not saying anything more, he stopped.

Feeling uncomfortable with being watched, Xiang Mo turned to Du Chi and said, “Stop looking at me.”

“Why do you have so many demands?” Du Chi raised an eyebrow, lowering his head to watch Xiang Mo’s perfunctory movements. “When can I finish with you like this?”

“In that case, do it yourself,” Xiang Mo stopped his actions altogether.

“Okay,” Du Chi said, holding Xiang Mo’s back, leaning down, and kissing his right nipple.

Wearing a loose white casual shirt, Xiang Mo’s body was already damp from Du Chi’s water. Du Chi licked his nipple through the fabric, and soon the area was wet with his saliva, making the pink nipple appear even more seductive.

With some time away from such activities, every part of him had become incredibly sensitive. Xiang Mo couldn’t help but arch his back slightly, allowing Du Chi to lick more vigorously.

“Artist,” Du Chi lifted his head from Xiang Mo’s chest, somewhat amused. “You’re quite lascivious.”

“Shut up,” Xiang Mo furrowed his brows, grabbing Du Chi’s member without backing down this time, attentively playing with it.

Du Chi’s breathing clearly became heavier. He unbuttoned the three buttons on Xiang Mo’s chest, pulling his shirt collar down to his right shoulder, revealing his whole right chest. He then bit down on the already erect nipple.

The pleasure spread from Xiang Mo’s chest to his brain, and he couldn’t help but want to moan, but what came out of his mouth was a scolding, “Don’t bite me, you smelly dog.”

Hearing someone call him that for the first time, Du Chi stopped his actions and pulled down Xiang Mo’s pants zipper, retrieving the already hard and tiny Xiang from inside. “Who are you calling a smelly dog?”

“You,” the pleasure coursing through him made Xiang Mo’s voice slightly off-pitch. He bit his lower lip and looked at Du Chi, “Both smelly and a dog.”

The hand on Xiang Mo’s back suddenly moved downwards, delving into his pants and roughly pinching his buttocks.

“You’d better shut up, Artist,” Du Chi squinted his eyes, “Unless you want me to fuck you right now.”

The bathroom had no tools, so when Du Chi said “help me,” both of them tacitly agreed to use their hands only.

Feeling somewhat afraid that Du Chi might get carried away, Xiang Mo stopped saying anything and focused on enjoying the sensations.

The disheveled shirt was somewhat in the way, so Du Chi took out Xiang Mo’s member from under the shirt and skillfully manipulated it while looking at Xiang Mo, who was panting heavily, and asked, “Why is even this part so beautiful?”

Hearing this, Xiang Mo was slightly taken aback. Did Du Chi say that because he found him personally beautiful?

The shirt was still only unbuttoned with three buttons, revealing a large expanse of skin on his right chest and shoulder. His lips were already bitten red by himself, just like the swollen nipples on his chest, both looking alluring and seductive.

“Xiang Mo,” Du Chi huskily called out and pressed his lips against Xiang Mo’s jawline. “I want to kiss you.”

“You can’t,” Xiang Mo softly uttered three words.

Du Chi didn’t seem to be one to listen, as he held the back of Xiang Mo’s neck and was about to kiss his lips.

The saying goes “things happen in threes,” so Xiang Mo immediately stopped his movements and pushed away Du Chi’s chin, looking at him with a somewhat chilly gaze. “I said you can’t.”

Having learned Xiang Mo’s temperament well, Du Chi knew that if he didn’t pay attention, the little cat would run away. So he stayed away from Xiang Mo’s lips, but in frustration, he bit down on Xiang Mo’s collarbone.

“Stinky dog, be gentle…”

Once again scolded as a dog, Du Chi displeasingly pinched Xiang Mo’s buttocks, and his middle finger slipped into the tightly closed fold.

Xiang Mo didn’t resist much because Du Chi had given up on kissing, which at least meant he was still willing to listen and not do anything reckless.

As the sensitive spot was repeatedly stimulated, the pleasure in his chest and between his legs magnified countless times. Xiang Mo knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he quickened his hand movements, and his skilled techniques made Du Chi unable to help but emit a low moan.

Both of them climaxed simultaneously, and the afterglow of pleasure lasted for a long time for Xiang Mo. He lay on Du Chi’s shoulder, savoring the relaxation and laziness that followed the climax.

Du Chi recovered faster than Xiang Mo. He turned his head and licked Xiang Mo’s earlobe, asking in a low voice, “Want another round?”

Xiang Mo couldn’t help but be a little stunned. They had just finished, what does he mean by another round?

He quickly stood up from Du Chi’s body, tidying up his messy clothes, putting away the remaining desire on his face, and with a calm expression, he said, “You go cook now.”