Daily Life of Being Turned Gay by the Male Lead After Transmigrating into an Apocalypse – CH99

Chapter 99: Touch

Chu Yang stepped into the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind him. The latch clicked into place with a soft, clean sound.

With a flick of his wrist, he retrieved a palm-sized, energy-saving camping lantern from his spatial storage. Tapping the switch with his fingertip, a warm yellow glow bloomed outward, chasing away the shadows as he hooked the lantern onto a nearby wall peg.

Stripping off his grime-stained shirt and shorts, Chu Yang tossed the dirty clothes into the corner and padded barefoot toward the vanity mirror.

He turned from side to side, his eyes falling directly onto his midsection. Reaching out, he poked at the soft, flat layer of flesh over his stomach and couldn’t help but purse his lips in mild disappointment.

Lifting his arm, he bent his elbow to flex. There was a bit of definition here—the lean, subtle outline of muscle forged from the rough-and-tumble skirmishes of the past few weeks.

“Still too skinny,” he muttered under his breath, though Jiang Jue’s powerful silhouette unbiddenly flashed across his mind.

That man had broad, sculpted shoulders and a narrow waist. Without a shirt, his abdominal muscles were chiseled and defined as if carved by a master sculptor, every inch coiled with lethal power. Just looking at him made one’s heart itch with sheer envy.

“I really wish I had a build like that…” Chu Yang murmured to himself. Shaking off the thought, he lifted a foot and stepped into the bathtub.

The cool, soothing water rose past his ankles and calves, gradually enveloping his entire body.

Chu Yang let out a long, contented sigh, the deep-seated tension in his neck and shoulders melting away in an instant.

He slid lower into the tub until the waterline brushed his shoulders, leaving only his head resting back against the smooth, cold porcelain rim.

The refreshing chill seeped into his skin, completely washing away the stifling heat that had baked him all day. Every single pore on his body seemed to open up and breathe.

Comfortable. Far too comfortable.

Closing his eyes, his fingers trailed lazily through the water, sending faint ripples across the surface.

Bone-deep exhaustion rolled over him like a rising tide. Chu Yang’s thoughts grew fuzzy, and his heavy eyelids slowly drifted shut as he surrendered to sleep…

Out in the living room, Jiang Jue sat cross-legged on the sofa with his eyes closed, quietly circulating his elemental power.

Thin strands of violet energy flowed through his meridians. Wherever the current passed, strained muscle fibers knit together and residual fatigue dissolved away.

About half an hour later, Jiang Jue withdrew his power and opened his eyes. Glancing down at his watch, he noticed the hands had moved past a full mark. Chu Yang had been in the bathroom for nearly an hour.

The room was utterly quiet; not a single splash or rustle came from behind the door.

Jiang Jue’s brows knit together.

Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom door and rapped his knuckles gently against the wood. His voice was low and soft: “Yangyang? Are you finished in there?”

There was no answer.

A sharp knot of anxiety tightened in Jiang Jue’s chest. He knocked again, this time with more force: “Yangyang?”

Still, absolute silence met him.

Wasting no more time on hesitation, he reached for the brass handle—the door was unlocked.

Pushing it open, his gaze locked directly onto the bathtub.

Chu Yang was leaning his head back against the edge of the tub, fast asleep.

The water reached just above his chest, rising and falling gently with the steady rhythm of his breathing.

The tight tension in Jiang Jue’s shoulders instantly dissolved, replaced by a surge of lingering dread and helpless exasperation. Letting out a long, heavy breath, he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Thank goodness… he only fell asleep and didn’t slip under.

Crossing the tiled floor with light, silent steps, Jiang Jue crouched down beside the tub.

Chu Yang was sleeping deeply, a faint, healthy flush warming his cheeks, with tiny droplets of moisture clinging to his dark eyelashes.

His upper torso was partially exposed above the surface, his fair skin glowing softly beneath the lantern light. The delicate lines of his shoulder blades were clearly visible, and the smooth curve of his spine dipped below the waterline, faintly tracing the delicate dimples at his lower back.

Jiang Jue’s gaze lingered helplessly on the youth’s sleeping face.

His nose was straight and slightly upturned with a soft, endearing curve.

His lips were naturally pale pink, plumped and moist from the humidity, the corners curling up slightly as if he were drifting through some sweet, pleasant dream.

Jiang Jue’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. Forcing his eyes away, his gaze landed on the wooden shelf beside the tub. Neatly stacked there were the fresh clothes Chu Yang had prepared: a clean white T-shirt, a pair of gray athletic shorts, and… a pair of light blue cotton boxers patterned with tiny cartoon bears.

Steeling his resolve, Jiang Jue reached out and lightly nudged Chu Yang’s bare shoulder, softening his tone even further: “Yangyang, wake up. Come to bed, alright?”

In his sleep, Chu Yang let out a muffled whimper. Instead of waking up, he shifted restlessly, his wet hand rising from the water and unconsciously reaching out toward Jiang Jue, pressing flat against the man’s stomach.

The warm, damp touch soaked straight through the thin fabric of Jiang Jue’s shirt.

Jiang Jue froze on the spot.

Inside the tub, Chu Yang remained entirely lost in his dreamscape.

In his dream, he had finally transformed into the muscular powerhouse of his fantasies, standing before a grand mirror with eight chiseled abs, a broad chest, powerful arms, and immense strength radiating from every limb.

Dream-Chu Yang was so thrilled he couldn’t resist reaching out to touch himself—so solid, and it feels incredible…

“Hehe…” In reality, a silly, content smile played across the lips of the sleeping youth. That wet hand stroked back and forth over Jiang Jue’s midsection, his fingertips occasionally tracing the rock-hard contours of the man’s abdominal muscles with natural, effortless familiarity.

Jiang Jue’s breath hitched in his throat, and the hand resting at his side clenched into a tight fist.

He could vividly feel the warm palm pressed against him. That delicate touch felt as though it carried an electric current, surging straight through his limbs and veins, setting his entire body ablaze and throwing his steady heartbeat into chaotic rhythm.

Closing his eyes, he drew a deep, grounding breath. When he opened them again, his dark gaze was steady and clear.

Gently wrapping his fingers around Chu Yang’s slender wrist, he pulled the wandering hand away with a movement that was soft, yet entirely unyielding.

Leaning over the tub, Jiang Jue slid one sturdy arm behind Chu Yang’s back and slipped the other under his knees. With a smooth, measured lift, he scooped the dripping youth up out of the water.

A heavy splash echoed through the room as water soaked into the front of Jiang Jue’s shirt.

Chu Yang stirred groggily, blinking through blurry eyelashes, only vaguely catching the sharp outline of Jiang Jue’s face hovering close to his own.

“Brother Jiang…” he mumbled softly, his voice thick and sweet with sleep. Tilting his head against Jiang Jue’s broad shoulder, he drifted right back into deep slumber, his warm, steady breath puffing against the crook of Jiang Jue’s neck, sending a faint shiver across the man’s skin.

Jiang Jue’s body stiffened for a split second before relaxing into a steady posture.

Cradling the damp, sleeping youth against his chest, he carried him out of the bathroom with light, careful steps.

He laid Chu Yang gently onto the king-sized bed, pulling the duvet over his lower half before turning back to retrieve a dry towel.

Yet when he returned to the bedside, he saw that Chu Yang had unconsciously rolled onto his side, curling his knees upward. His bare back was completely exposed to the cool room, water droplets trickling slowly down the smooth, pale curve of his spine into the dip of his waist, outlining an alluring silhouette.

Jiang Jue’s hand holding the towel stopped mid-air.

His throat went dry, his dark eyes fixed on that pale, flawless skin, finding it nearly impossible to look away.

Forcing his gaze to stay focused, he stepped up to the mattress and began drying Chu Yang’s damp hair and upper body with swift, remarkably gentle motions.

As the terrycloth swept across the youth’s back, Jiang Jue’s knuckles inadvertently brushed against the soft, bare skin. He froze for a fraction of a second, then immediately hastened his pace, as if trying to outrun his own racing thoughts.

Once the remaining droplets were thoroughly blotted away, Jiang Jue reached for the blue bear boxers, preparing to help the sleeping youth dress.

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