Reborn as a rival fanboy [E-sports]

SFM Club.

The base building has been emptied, the World Championship is over, and all employees have been given a two-month vacation.

But at this time, the lights in the training room of the first team were still on.

It was originally Yu Jiaheng's gaming chair, but Ji Mingchen was sitting on it, while the owner of the chair was stepping on the carpet with bare feet, covered only with a team uniform jacket, the length of the jacket barely reached his thighs, revealing a pair of slender Straight legs, and a little crystal liquid slid down along with Yu Jiaheng's movements.

Feeling almost done, Yu Jiaheng threw the tube of ointment in his hand on the table, raised his eyes and saw Ji Mingchen's pupils were frighteningly dark, staring at him without blinking.

"You...you support me a little..." This was the first time I tried this position, and he was a little scared.

Ji Mingchen's voice was also hoarse, and he took his hand, "Don't worry, I won't fall to you."

With the help of Ji Mingchen, Yu Jiaheng lifted his legs and sat up on his hips bit by bit.

Ji Mingchen, who had retained a little bit of reason just now, saw him like this, and the last string in his head was snapped.

The field of vision was spinning, Ji Mingchen hugged him, and the two switched positions.

The aisle outside the training room was quiet, the heating was fully turned on inside the door, and there was a faint "creaking" sound from the overwhelmed chairs.

The sound kept ringing until it made people worry that the chair would go on strike, and then it finally stopped gradually. An adult man's hand was "slapped" on the glass window covered by the water mist from the heater, with slender phalanges and round fingertips. , slightly upturned, at this time the owner of this hand seemed to be enduring some extremely intense pleasure, five fingers slammed on the glass, and then slid down as if losing strength, leaving a long stretch on the foggy glass window. A string of scratched fingerprints.

Yu Jiaheng is afraid of pain.

Ji Mingchen has always known this, and the only time he indulged a little was in the hotel the day before he received the certificate.

That night he cried in a mess on the bed, and Ji Mingchen, who had always been dependent on him, couldn't hold back, and made him hard and frightened.

After coaxing for an unknown amount of time, he finally agreed to fulfill the previous agreement.

The back of the e-sports chair, which was still upright, has been completely flattened, and there are traces of beauty on it. The leather armrests of the chair are full of scratches, and even a few places have been scratched and rolled up.

What happened before left a great psychological shadow on Yu Jiaheng, but when he thought about it later, it didn't hurt that much, it was just that he was too nervous and scared, and he even thought the feeling at that time was terrible.

Ji Mingchen slowed down, lowered his head and kissed his sweaty temple hair, "Does it hurt?"

Yu Jiaheng's voice was soft and waxy, a little hoarse, "It's okay..."

It doesn't hurt, and it's even quite refreshing.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the change, and raised his eyes to stare at Ji Mingchen, "You!"

The rest of the words were sealed between the lips and teeth.

The "creaking" sound of chairs working under heavy weight soon resounded in the training room.

In the end, Yu Jiaheng was carried out, unable to use any strength in his body, so Ji Mingchen wrapped him in a thick quilt into a roll, and carried him all the way back to the bathroom of the dormitory.

"I don't have the strength, help me wash it." Yu Jiaheng's eyelids were almost glued together, he grabbed Ji Mingchen who stood up and was about to leave, and murmured.

Facts have proved that there is a price to pay.

Seeing that he was really tired, Ji Mingchen, who planned to let it go, couldn't hold back, and made him cry again.

"Get out..." A long leg stretched out from the bathtub, and the water splashed with a splash, and soon another strong arm grabbed the thin ankle and pulled that leg back.

"Hey, last time."

"You fucking...every time is the last time... woo..." Yu Jiaheng's voice became hoarse with a strong crying voice at the end.

"This time it's true, it's a dog who lied to you."

The author has something to say: It's really all over here, see you in the next book!bow.