Chapter 30: Late Night Super Topic – What to do when your younger brother needs mutual aid?
In a neglected corner of the science building, Jiang Yan leaned against the wall, his bangs dampened by cold sweat.
Jiang Yunian hunched over slightly, murmuring a small complaint. He fully believed Jiang Yan’s words now—this really was strenuous work…
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, his fingers gently rubbing the back of Jiang Yunian’s neck in a soothing rhythm.
Seeing no other way out, Jiang Yunian hesitated for a moment before simply crouching down to save his energy.
Viewed from above, a fuzzy head bobbed slightly. Jiang Yan’s breath hitched, and his mind went blank.
…
By the time they left the science building, Jiang Yunian had to be supported as he walked out, his cheeks flushed an unnatural shade of red.
Inside, he had originally just wanted to lean against the wall and rest for a bit, but Jiang Yan had suddenly pressed over, muttering something about “reciprocity.” No matter how much he explained that he didn’t need it, Jiang Yan forcefully pulled his resisting hands away, using Jiang Yunian’s own past logic to corner him.
He claimed this was normal.
With the disparity in their strength, he couldn’t outmuscle Jiang Yan at all.
Sigh…
As they walked, Jiang Yan supported him, a faint smile playing on his lips. Occasionally, he would lower his head to stroke his own fingers, murmuring under his breath, “How was it so fast?”
Jiang Yunian, who still hadn’t recovered from his earlier loss of composure, heard this. His face turned a mix of shame and anger, and his flushed little face scrambled to explain, “No… it’s not usually like this, it’s just been too long since…”
His voice got smaller and smaller, and just as he looked like he was about to cry from anxiety, Jiang Yan quickly smoothed things over. He coaxed him, saying he knew, it wasn’t Ge’s fault, and secretly hooked his finger, whispering that he’d get used to it in the future. Only then was he barely able to soothe the man and help him salvage a shred of dignity.
“We’re here.” Jiang Yan helped him to the library entrance and asked if he had recovered enough, offering to walk him all the way into the study room.
The tone was like a parent dropping off a kindergartner—unmistakably intimate and teasing.
The tips of Jiang Yunian’s ears burned even hotter, and he refused without a second thought.
…
The digital clock in the study room ticked over to 2:00 PM. Jiang Yunian pushed the door open right on time. The autumn breeze swept through his bangs, leaving them messy against his rosy face. Hao Meng, who had saved a seat early, waved at him from afar.
Jiang Yunian walked over sluggishly, his legs feeling weak.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Hao Meng lowered her voice, her gaze darting between his cheeks and ears. “Did you run here?”
Jiang Yunian sat down and subconsciously touched his face. The scene from the science building just moments ago floated before his eyes. His hands instinctively unzipped his backpack, pretending to look for a book, using the opportunity to bury his burning face into the crook of his arm. He gave a muffled response: “Mmm.”
Hao Meng couldn’t help but glance at him a few more times; the more she looked, the fishier it seemed.
The person across from her held his pen without moving for ages, eyes staring at the book, but his mind was clearly wandering elsewhere.
Jiang Yunian was mortified; he couldn’t absorb a single word. He actually… actually did that kind of thing with Jiang Yan at school. And afterward, he actually… it was just too unbridled.
He shook his head, trying to sober up. When he looked up, he abruptly met Hao Meng’s probing gaze. He swallowed guiltily, quickly flipped a page, and pretended to be very serious.
Something was wrong. Definitely wrong.
Seeing it was almost time, Hao Meng shut her book. “Alright, stop pretending. It’s been ages and I haven’t seen you write a single word.”
“What were you doing just now?”
The hand holding Jiang Yunian’s pen trembled. Being stared at so directly by Hao Meng made his heart race. Jiang Yan’s face involuntarily flashed through his mind, and the roots of his ears started to burn again.
“Nothing…” He put down the pen, feigning calm as he packed up his textbooks.
“Then why are you blushing?” Hao Meng propped her chin on her hand, pointing it out without hesitation. “You look like you’ve been bullied.”
Jiang Yunian’s eyes darted away. “Do I?”
“Duh.”
It was so obvious; she wasn’t blind.
“Maybe I’m just overheated.” Unable to withstand the interrogation, he mumbled a vague excuse and hurriedly grabbed his bag. “I have a tutoring gig tonight, I’m leaving first.”
Hao Meng watched his almost fleeing figure and tutted.
“Something’s fishy.”
This was just the appetizer. Over the next few days, Jiang Yunian thoroughly learned how difficult a man could be once he’d had a taste of the forbidden fruit.
At first, he thought someone like Jiang Yan would calm down once the novelty wore off. But he soon discovered that Jiang Yan was simply a starving wolf who would cling to him anytime, anywhere.
He couldn’t even watch TV in peace. Nighttime was even more troublesome; Jiang Yan always had a thousand reasons to coax him, betting on his soft heart, even going so far as to wait two hours outside his classroom just to drag him into a restroom.
Jiang Yunian was both ashamed and indignant but dared not make a sound. He could only glare weakly while trapped in his embrace, which inadvertently encouraged Jiang Yan to intensify his behavior, treating him like a woman.
That wasn’t the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing thing was that he was losing his own resolve. He used to think he had no interest in this, but now, after being teased a few times, he couldn’t handle it. As long as Jiang Yan held him and whispered a few coaxing words, he would go boneless, begging him not to dirty his clothes.
The unbearable memories remained vivid; Jiang Yunian blushed just thinking about them. If this went on, he’d develop health issues at a young age. No, he had to think of a way to control Jiang Yan.
That night, Jiang Yunian hid in his room with only a small nightlight on. Sneaking around with his phone, he summoned his courage and typed a line into a late-night “Super Topic” community: My younger brother has high needs and always drags me into helping him. What should I do?
Before sending, he paused, and to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings, added: Both male, both adults.
It was his first time posting such a thread. Jiang Yunian’s heart drummed, terrified that his fans might see it. He checked three times to ensure “Sync to Weibo” was unchecked, sighed in relief, and hit send.
Unexpectedly, it attracted even bigger misunderstandings.
Netizens late at night were always exceptionally active. Within minutes, the comment section was buzzing.
[Cat is Mine]: You have a sex life and you’re complaining? Just be happy quietly.
[Glamorous Little Dad]: Is the OP showing off?
[Bad Luck Bear Doesn’t Cause Trouble]: Wait, two guys? Oh, I get it~~
[Move with the Wind]: What to do? Go wash yourself clean, hurry!
[Jealous Squid]: Well, congratulations to you (Jealous).
[King of Insomnia]: It’s normal for guys. Isn’t a big brother supposed to give the little brother a blwjob?*
Reading these teasing remarks, the tips of his ears instantly burned. Seeing things spiraling out of control, Jiang Yunian hurriedly added the context in the comments, emphasizing that they were both straight men who liked girls, and it wasn’t what they thought.
Under his persistent explanations, the wind of public opinion finally normalized a bit. Some said the younger brother might just lack a girlfriend, while others said it was normal for a young virgin to be like this at the start, and he’d settle down once the novelty passed. They said the older brother had no obligation to help and suggested letting the younger brother watch “adult movies” to divert his attention.
Jiang Yunian read through them one by one. Aside from the “diverting attention” suggestion, there were no particularly feasible solutions. But showing Jiang Yan that kind of video? He felt a bit resistant. With Jiang Yan’s ability to learn without a teacher… what if he learned bad things? What if he went out and harmed young girls?
That pair of inseparable roommates in his high school dorm had been ruined by this stuff; thinking about romance all day was one thing, but they had neglected their studies too.
As if perceiving his concerns, new replies popped up in the comment section:
[Donut]: Are there still guys who don’t watch porn these days? I don’t believe it.
[Rain on a Leaky Roof]: It’s a matter of sooner or later.
[Momo]: Once he gets used to being serviced, he won’t leave you alone. Just be honest.
That seemed to make sense. Jiang Yunian wavered internally, slumping against the headboard in a daze.
Knock, knock…
Footsteps suddenly sounded at the door, interrupting Jiang Yunian’s train of thought. Just as he was about to get up to open it, the person outside pushed their way in first.
Now he didn’t even knock.
Jiang Yan walked in carrying honey water, glancing at his phone screen. “Browsing Weibo?”
“Mmh, just looking around.” Jiang Yunian turned off his phone and clutched it to his chest. He waited for a while, puzzled that Jiang Yan hadn’t left yet. Jiang Yan deliberately leaned in close, his gaze sticky. “Ge, I can’t sleep.”
It was only ten o’clock; it would be weird if he could sleep. Jiang Yunian was about to say something when his gaze suddenly froze.
“You… behave yourself!” He turned his face away, biting his lip. “Don’t go too far.”
The response was the sound of the mattress sinking. Jiang Yan squeezed directly onto the bed, skillfully entangling Jiang Yunian’s hand and guiding it toward his own body.
“Touch it.”
This trick again.
He had fallen for this yesterday and still hadn’t recovered from it today.
No, no matter what, he couldn’t let him mess around this time.
Jiang Yunian steeled his heart and yanked his hand back, resolving to adopt the netizen’s suggestion.
Since Jiang Yan was already an adult, watching some adult content wasn’t excessive. It was better than being tormented himself.
He opened his phone and found a dusty folder in his cloud drive. It contained videos saved five years ago, sent by his high school roommate. He had almost forgotten the content.
As he operated the phone, he felt an inexplicable panic, a sense that he was corrupting a “pure flower.” But meeting Jiang Yan’s eager gaze, he bit the bullet and sent it.
Once Jiang Yan saw clearly what it was, his face darkened, and he snatched the phone away. “What is this?”
Jiang Yunian blinked, signaling for him to go back and watch it himself. Thinking he might have forgotten a step, he took the phone back to teach him how to download it.
“First like this… then like this…”
Step by step, he taught him very seriously, completely failing to notice the face above him growing blacker and blacker, eyes flashing with a cold light.
“Got it?”
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and didn’t make a sound. With a flick of his finger, he deleted the video directly.
“…Why is it gone?” Jiang Yunian leaned his head in, wanting to see how well he had learned, only to find the page suddenly blank. Even the recycle bin was empty.
“Why did you delete it? I saved that for a long time.”
Although keeping it was just gathering digital dust, deleting it meant it would be hard to find again.
Jiang Yan gripped his wrist, his tone turning cold. “Ge used to watch this to solve it?”
The question made Jiang Yunian a bit embarrassed. He shook his head awkwardly. “Just watched it once with my roommates.”
“Roommates?” Jiang Yan’s expression turned severe. “When? Did you do it like us too?”
Jiang Yunian winced from the grip. Seeing his expression was off, he whispered an explanation, “No… everyone just gathered in the dorm to watch, we didn’t do anything else…”
The interrogating gaze roamed over his small face, which looked unable to bear much more, and the grip on his hand loosened slightly. Even though it wasn’t what he thought, Jiang Yan still tightened his jaw and commanded, “You aren’t allowed to watch these in the future.”
He hadn’t expected Jiang Yan to be so wild in behavior but so conservative at heart, having absolutely no desire to watch.
Jiang Yunian remained skeptical and let out a sheepish “Oh.” Anyway, the video was already sent; whether he watched it or not was his business. As long as he stopped tormenting him, he’d thank the heavens.
Seeing him stay silent, Jiang Yan said, “If Ge wants to, just come to me.”
He didn’t want to.
Jiang Yunian protested in a whisper, “I’m not you.”
Seeing the other’s eyes darken again, he seized the chance to push him out. “I sent you the video, watch it if you want…”
Before closing the door, Jiang Yunian kindly reminded him, “Young people should still practice some restraint.”
With a click, the lock engaged. Jiang Yan, caught off guard and kicked out, looked a bit torn between laughing and crying.
Tsk, pushed him too hard.
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