Unmatched Chapter 12

Zhao Shuyi rarely acted so irrationally. Just as Xie Qi had physically dragged him into the bathroom, he now replicated the action, dragging Xie Qi back into the bedroom.

They entered a different, clean master bedroom. Zhao Shuyi was barefoot, leaving a trail of damp footprints on the floor. Xie Qi stumbled along, his expression bordering on panic.

Xie Qi was not an easy-tempered person; describing him as having “Prince Syndrome” wouldn’t be an exaggeration. When that slap landed moments ago, he should have fought Zhao Shuyi, yet he hadn’t retaliated.

Zhao Shuyi could only conclude that he had been kissed into a stupor.

A straight man, a straight man with no sexual experience, looked both angry and stunned. Where was his usual arrogant demeanor?

Zhao Shuyi personally unbuttoned Xie Qi’s clothes and pushed him toward the bed. Only then did Xie Qi calm down slightly, breaking free from the rhythm Zhao Shuyi had firmly controlled. He grabbed Zhao Shuyi’s wrist. “Zhao Shuyi, are you sick?”

“…”

He didn’t even have new insults.

Zhao Shuyi pressed his entire body against Xie Qi and kissed him again.

Lip met lip. Xie Qi frowned and turned his face away. “Always disgusting me like this. Three or four times now. How many more times do you plan to play this game?”

“You are so naive,” Zhao Shuyi said. “What man would use his mouth to disgust someone he hates? … Hmm? Have you ever seen that?”

Xie Qi looked slightly bewildered.

Zhao Shuyi turned his face back. “I told you before, if you were ugly, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to kiss you.”

“…”

Admittedly, those kisses carried malice, but malice and interest were not mutually exclusive.

Sex and power are often closely linked. Many people subconsciously believe that sleeping with someone is equivalent to conquering them. Regardless of gender, dominance in bed is akin to dominating the other person’s will.

Zhao Shuyi hadn’t thought this way before; no one he had slept with had ever given him the pleasure of power dominance.

But as he repeatedly got intimate with Xie Qi and saw the latter’s flustered, helpless appearance, the secret excitement mixed with the disgust was exquisitely subtle—an emotion that could only be felt, not analyzed. If described in concrete language, it would deviate from its true nature.

It wasn’t that profound, and he himself was too disdainful to admit it.

But tonight was a special case. Even a single spark was enough to ignite the atmosphere.

“I’m complimenting your looks,” Zhao Shuyi said, giving Xie Qi no chance to think. He pressed down on his shoulders and kissed him forcefully.

Xie Qi was completely defeated. Not only had he never slept with anyone before, but it seemed he hadn’t even been kissed.

“Am I his first kiss?” Zhao Shuyi slightly closed his eyes. The thought didn’t slow his actions; the kissing grew more intense.

Xie Qi’s entire face was taut. His nose bridge was bitten, leaving a tooth mark. Heavy breaths escaped between kisses. His heaving chest pressed against Zhao Shuyi’s skin, and the rising curve beneath his waist was faintly visible inside his half-unzipped trousers.

Zhao Shuyi glanced down, raising an eyebrow. “Are you really straight?”

Such a strong reaction.

Xie Qi’s composure was paper-thin, easily broken. “None of your business.”

“We’ve reached this point. How can it be none of my business?”

Zhao Shuyi tossed Xie Qi’s obstructive clothes onto the floor. Suddenly exposed, Xie Qi seemed to have nowhere to hide, looking extremely embarrassed. Zhao Shuyi insisted on pressing the issue. “You don’t want this?”

If asked, Xie Qi’s answer would definitely be no. But Zhao Shuyi asked him, yet wouldn’t allow him to answer, blocking his mouth and pressing him onto the bed. They tumbled together like wrestlers, the mattress sinking slightly. Zhao Shuyi was sweating from the heat of the kisses, and he took a moment to open the bedside cabinet.

The necessary aids were already in the house. The assistants had prepared them when setting up the wedding room. They had never touched them, but unexpectedly, they were useful tonight.

While Zhao Shuyi tore open the packaging, Xie Qi remained silent. He looked too ashamed and angry to want this, but his desire had been stoked, making refusal difficult.

Zhao Shuyi disliked his feigned composure. He preferred to provoke him into anger or panic, finding pleasure in controlling him.

He leaned down and kissed Xie Qi’s lips. Xie Qi instinctively tried to evade. Zhao Shuyi patted his face, looking down at him. “We’ve already kissed. Why pretend to be a chaste martyr?”

Xie Qi froze, clearly angered again. But he had no chance to lash out. Zhao Shuyi cupped the back of his head and kissed him tenderly and lingeringly, coaxing him with a low chuckle. “Xie Qi, you’re so pure. Be careful, I might play you to death.”

“…”

Xie Qi was furious, ready to explode.

But Zhao Shuyi had clearly overlooked one thing: strictly speaking, he wasn’t a master of romance either.

In the past, he sought company when he was in a bad mood. He usually confided in them, too lazy to tease, or went straight to the point. On the few occasions he did mess around, the other person cooperated obediently, not because he was skilled in lovemaking, but simply because they feared him.

But Xie Qi was not a subordinate lover. Overwhelmed by anger, he couldn’t hold back and suddenly flipped Zhao Shuyi over!

Zhao Shuyi was momentarily stunned. Xie Qi, too, instinctively experienced the pleasure of conquest.

“Zhao Shuyi—”

Xie Qi mimicked his actions, gripping his jaw and giving him a deep, undeniable kiss.

Zhao Shuyi didn’t want to cooperate, but his lips wouldn’t close, and the corner of his mouth was bitten sore. Xie Qi said bitterly, “Play me to death? Open your eyes and see who dies first, you or me!”

Zhao Shuyi’s vision went dark. He tried to kick him, but his ankle was caught. His struggles were useless. Xie Qi roughly dragged him to the foot of the bed.

Zhao Shuyi didn’t know what he was doing and watched with suspicion. By the time he realized it, it was too late—Xie Qi picked up a tie and swiftly bound his feet, tying the other end to the bed in a dead knot.

Zhao Shuyi’s face darkened. He couldn’t stop it, and he had no chance to untie it himself. Xie Qi firmly pinned him to the bed. Strangely, there was no victor’s joy on his face. His complex expression seemed to hold displeasure, dislike, and… inexplicable hatred?

—He truly was a chaste martyr. It was as if sleeping with him was agonizing, even though his body was clearly responding.

Why the act? Zhao Shuyi couldn’t understand.

But unlike Xie Qi, even when he was at a disadvantage, he wouldn’t jump up and down or make futile struggles. That would truly be a loss of composure.

Zhao Shuyi calmly accepted the reality that he couldn’t resist. When Xie Qi clumsily fumbled through the preliminary preparations and leaned down to press onto him, Zhao Shuyi’s expression remained unchanged.

Although he was prepared, it wasn’t enough. Zhao Shuyi felt a tight pain in his chest.

He knew he shouldn’t have expected skill from a virgin.

But no matter how much it hurt, he wouldn’t beg for mercy.

Heaven knew how things had escalated to this point. He was sleeping with Xie Qi for his own amusement, but now it had turned into a half-satisfying, half-enduring ordeal.

Seeing his displeasure, Xie Qi paused, seeming to want to ask something, but when Zhao Shuyi fixed him with a cold stare, he closed his mouth again.

The atmosphere was surprisingly heavy. They weren’t making love; they were in a standoff.

Zhao Shuyi’s interest was largely diminished, but Xie Qi gradually found pleasure, becoming increasingly reckless and inconsiderate, forcing Zhao Shuyi to speak up. “Can you be gentler?”

“…Sorry.” Xie Qi sounded slightly embarrassed.

He looked even more awkward after saying it.

In terms of physical attributes, Xie Qi surpassed everyone Zhao Shuyi had ever seen, from his physique to his face.

But what good was that? Not only was his technique poor, but he had no awareness of his partner’s needs. There was little interaction; his eyes were fixed on Zhao Shuyi, seemingly to observe his reaction. Yet, when Zhao Shuyi frowned in discomfort, he didn’t know to ease up, instead becoming more aggressive.

Zhao Shuyi was uncomfortable all over and desperate for release, but the man on top of him was surprisingly persistent.

He gradually started to feel hazy.

The air conditioning wasn’t strong enough; the room temperature kept rising, as if the entire summer night was swaying. His gaze struggled to fix on any single point for long.

Xie Qi’s cheek drew closer, brushing against his ear, seemingly intentionally, yet perhaps not.

Zhao Shuyi closed his eyes and whispered, “Xie Qi…”

The clueless man finally received his signal and understood he needed to give more feedback.

But the feedback was suddenly excessive. Zhao Shuyi was flipped over, facing away from Xie Qi. His scalp tingled. He wanted to stop it but couldn’t speak, or the sound he made would definitely not be normal.

Xie Qi belatedly realized he needed to take care of him, reaching down and gripping him, as if seizing his windpipe, making him unable to utter a sound as he finished in a daze.

Suddenly, the man behind him briefly withdrew and then approached again, removing the barrier between them and tossing it to the floor with a slap.

The high temperature emanating from Xie Qi mingled with the room temperature, hitting Zhao Shuyi’s psychological bottom line. Zhao Shuyi missed half a breath. “You…”

“What about me? Better than you expected, right?” Xie Qi still maintained a tense expression, as if he wasn’t enjoying it, but his tone couldn’t hide his self-satisfaction, instinctively fishing for a compliment.

However, Zhao Shuyi didn’t compliment him at all. Not cursing him was already a courtesy—considering it was his first time tonight.

Just as Xie Qi was about to start a second time, Zhao Shuyi’s mind wandered. He thought that this was no longer a simple marriage of convenience; it was a marriage with both name and substance.

But did this… feel right?