Tong Yao was lifted up by Lu Sicheng and tossed onto the bed with just enough force to send her phone, which had been resting on the edge, bouncing off and hitting the floor with a loud clatter. The commentator's voice continued blaring from the phone—
["Yang Shen is definitely the MVP this round, no question about it. It'd be unjust not to give it to him."]
Tong Yao scrambled to get up, but Lu Sicheng was already pressing down on her, his large hand pushing her head back into the mattress. At the same time, Xiao Rui's knocking sounded from outside the door: "Sweetie? You okay? What fell? Are you hurt?"
Tong Yao let out a startled "Ah!" just as Lu Sicheng leaned in, licking her lower lip like a dog. Goosebumps erupted all over her body as she hoarsely called out, "I'm fine, just dropped my phone... I'm changing clothes!"
The person outside the door unquestioningly replied with an "Oh." The man pinning her down chuckled darkly, as if he enjoyed watching her nervous expression—her fear that someone might barge in at any moment.
With one leg propped up, his firm waist settled between her thighs. Summer had arrived, and while all the team members wore short-sleeved jerseys on top, they opted for loose shorts instead of the team's dark long pants. Her current position caused the hem of her shorts to ride up, revealing most of her fair thigh. A glance downward even hinted at the edge of pale fabric beneath...
["Yang Shen is truly unstoppable after that Penta Kill—honestly, I think this is great. Just like Smiling's Syndra back in the day, it sends a message to other players: don't blindly follow meta Champions. If the comp fits, even if a Champion gets nerfed into the ground, it can still be viable."]
Lu Sicheng pressed one hand against her abdomen while the other slipped beneath the hem of her shorts, his slender fingers grazing the edge of the fabric snugly cupping her rounded backside—
Tong Yao shuddered and grabbed the pillow beside her head, smacking him with it!
Lu Sicheng tossed the pillow aside and leaned down again, sealing her lips with a kiss. His large hand effortlessly slipped under the hem of her jersey, reclaiming the softness he had fought so hard to grasp earlier...
"Mmm..."
The girl, who had remained silent until now, grabbed another pillow and pressed it over her face.
Lu Sicheng pulled it away with his free hand. "Dirty."
Tong Yao glared at him, her hair disheveled and the corners of her eyes flushed. "It's not."
He kissed her reddened eyelids. "Don't cover up. I want to see you."
Her already crimson face burned even hotter, as if about to bleed. She lifted a leg to kick him off, but he easily caught her ankle, twisting it slightly to flip her onto her stomach—
["Speaking of which, Syndra only started gaining traction after Smiling used it... I think it was around the time the Korean server got updated, and people gradually picked it up in Ranked Games there, though the tournament client hadn't caught up yet—our Smiling transcends the meta, haha!"]
As his hand slid downward, brushing against a certain spot, the girl being praised by the commentator let out a soft gasp..."Don't, Lu Sicheng," Tong Yao felt Lu Sicheng pull the blanket over both of them and quickly grabbed his large hand. "My stomach hurts, and not in the usual way. Something feels off..."
Her voice was pitiful enough.
But at this moment, pity wouldn't help.
"Is the sky falling?"
"...No."
"Then you're not getting away today."
"…………………………………"
The large hand that had been covering her chest moved away, but before Tong Yao could sigh in relief, she felt scattered kisses land on the nape of her neck—the man's breathing grew heavier as his hand slid down from behind, rubbing over the thin fabric of her underwear, teasing her hips...
His fingertips deliberately or inadvertently lifted the edge, probing inward.
Causing the person in his arms to tremble.
[Hu Die has ambushed the RMB Team's jungler in the bushes! Oh no, you shouldn't have gone there, buddy—you had no vision! It's over, it's over, no escape now—Alright, the RMB Team's jungler is caught, and now the entire CK Team is moving toward Baron... Quick Star has to make a desperate stand! Yang Shen! Yang Shen! Can Yang Shen step up and secure Baron, letting your Kindred and Smiling's Syndra return to the Professional League battlefield?!]
Tong Yao buried her face deep into the pillow, unaware that her posture only made it seem like she was arching her back to meet his movements—he effortlessly took control of one of her curves...
"That commentator can hype Yang Shen all he wants," Lu Sicheng's middle finger hooked the edge of the fabric, slipping inside, his long fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "But why drag you into it?"
"I-I don't know."
Tong Yao reached out to grab his wrist, trying to stop him, but her strength—how could it compare to a man's?—in the end, she could only tremble and let go, allowing him to do as he pleased...
Her flushed face pressed into the pillow as she let out a sound resembling a stifled sob—whether she was genuinely crying or just overwhelmed, it was hard to tell.
In the room, only the sounds from the phone echoed loudly.
The volume was turned up high—the match was still ongoing, the commentator still roaring, the cheers of the live audience unceasing, the CK Team's jungler putting on a spectacular performance that captivated the entire arena...
But on the bed.
Only the shifting blanket occasionally rustled.
In the middle of summer, the person under the covers didn't seem to mind the heat.
On the floor beside the bed lay a pair of shorts, next to them a small pair of pink-striped panties... From under the blanket came intermittent sounds—soft whimpers, occasional protests, and hushed exchanges—
"No... ah, don't look!"
"It's too dark to see anything."
"Stop moving your hand... eek!"
"Relax, I haven't even... does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Bear with it?"
"It really hurts. I won't."
"You know at times like this, I could just ignore your tantrums, right?"
"..."
"Grabbing my hand won't help either."
"..."
The blanket shifted.
A figure wrapped in the blanket rose like a mole, nudging closer to another slightly taller silhouette. The two figures moved slightly before the shorter one leaned in, merging into one—
"..."The man leaned back slightly, accepting this unprecedented, somewhat pleading kiss. His large hand once again wandered mischiefully beneath her disheveled clothes, cupping the softness that swayed gently from below...
He felt the person in his arms, who was currently clinging to his neck, tremble slightly.
Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly sensed her entire body stiffen in his embrace, pausing for a moment—he froze, not understanding what was happening. The next second, a small, wet tongue withdrew from his mouth. In the darkness, Tong Yao lightly bit his lower lip and let out a soft, inexplicably apologetic and relieved chuckle.
Then she yanked the blanket over her captain’s face.
Pushed him backward.
Lu Sicheng, caught off guard, was smothered by the blanket and toppled back. At the same time, he felt the soft, warm presence in his arms slip away—
Followed by a light thud as something landed nimbly on the floor, then the rapid patter of footsteps...
"Where are you going? Why run? Put on your shoes, the floor’s cold..."
Pulling the blanket off his head, Lu Sicheng turned around with a resigned expression, just in time to catch a glimpse of a hurried figure—two pale legs darting into the bathroom—before the door slammed shut with a bang .
Lu Sicheng: "..."
He bent down, scanning the empty space beside the bed. She’d been quick—she hadn’t forgotten to take her "leftover clothes" with her. His deep brown eyes flickered briefly before settling into silence. His gaze shifted to the phone on the floor beside the bed, where the live broadcast showed CK pushing onto RMB’s High Ground, Yang Shen’s Kindred hopping around as they demolished RMB’s Main Crystal—
["The RMB Team is powerless to fight back now. Let’s congratulate CK Team, Yang Shen, and Hu Die for proving themselves and securing victory in this match!"]
Lu Sicheng exited the broadcast, and the room fell silent.
......
Three minutes later.
Tong Yao, now fully dressed, emerged while smoothing her hair, her flushed cheeks still tinged with color.
Lu Sicheng sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at her expressionlessly.
"You know doing this three or four times will seriously affect your future quality of life, right?" Lu Sicheng said flatly. "And this is the second time."
"...Huh?" Tong Yao swallowed the words she was about to say, blinking at her man. "What quality of life?"
"Sex life."
"......"
"If I become impotent, you’re the one who’ll suffer."
"I... no... huh?" Tong Yao looked up. "Damn it, no—last time it was Little Fatty’s fault, how can you blame me? This time was special too! You just had to pick the worst timing. I already told you my stomach hurt and something felt off, but you insisted I was making excuses. Honestly, even while watching the second team’s match earlier, I felt this weird bloating in my lower abdomen..."
"Wasn’t it just needing to pee?"
"Nope." Tong Yao grinned. "It’s that monthly visitor time."
Lu Sicheng: "…………………………"
Lu Sicheng felt like he might actually die from anger.
The worst part was not knowing whose head to direct this fury at.He stood up, boldly displaying the little tent he'd pitched, then climbed off the bed and walked over to the person who'd twisted her head away, patting her head: "Go to my room and get me some clean clothes."
Tong Yao looked up at him with a bewildered expression.
"I'm taking a shower," the man said irritably. "Unless you want to clean up the mess?"
Hearing "clean up the mess," Tong Yao felt like she suddenly understood something. She instinctively glanced down at his crotch, then looked back up with an expression like she'd seen something blinding: "I can't clean up that mess—it's destined to be a construction project that'll never be finished—"
Before she could finish, she noticed the man staring intently at her mouth.
She abruptly stopped talking, her face turning red as she stiffened: "Don't even think about it. That's way too over."
As she spoke, she pushed the man into the bathroom, then slammed the door shut with a loud "bang." Leaning against the bathroom door, the girl with a face as red as an apple grinned widely: "What color underwear does my captain want to wear today?"
There was silence from the bathroom for five seconds.
Then came the deep voice of her captain—
"Fuck off."
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