Rule No. 1: Don’t be too emotional : Chapter 10

“Three may keep the secret, if two of them are dead.” Benjamin Franklin

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I finally understood why P’Jane said he didn’t live in a dorm. He really didn’t. I had just assumed. He lives in a condominium quite a distance from the university, part of a famous luxury real estate brand. Not only that, but P’Jane’s unit has multiple separate rooms, feeling more like a house than an apartment. It consists of a living room, kitchen, bedroom, and two bathrooms. It’s not a penthouse, but it’s certainly not small or cheap. For a young guy whose parents bought this for him to live in alone, it’s extraordinary. The common areas include everything from a massive swimming pool to a sky garden and a fully equipped fitness center. His wealth made me catch my breath. Thinking back to the time l came here just to puke… what a waste of luxury.

“Where should we study?”

“In the bedroom. My desk is in there.” “Okay.” We moved into his bedroom. I don’t think I made it this far last time, because I didn’t remember a thing. I took a deep breath of P’Jane’s signature scent; in here, the fragrance was stronger than anywhere else. God, I love this smell. The entire bedroom was covered in deep navy-blue wallpaper, with heavy velvet curtains to match. A king-sized bed was topped with a blue comforter and two thick, soft white pillows. At the foot of the bed was a desk with a black floating bookshelf packed with textbooks. The whole room was decorated in a modern, sophisticated style. Everything was a coordinated palette of navy, black, or silver. It was immaculately clean-hotel level. It didn’t look like the room of a single guy living alone at all. Usually, guys’rooms are a mess; take my best friend Gap’s room, for example-it’s a literal rat hole. Putt’s room is just as rotten.

“Do you like blue, P’Jane?”

“Mhm.” He smiled slightly, his hand brushing against a crystal desk lamp. “I think it has a certain charm.”

“Oh. I think it suits you perfectly.” Everything in this room seemed simple, but it wasn’t. it was “quiet luxury”-grand and stylish. The navy blue made him feel mysterious and powerful at the same time.

“Take a seat, Jane.”

“There’s only one chair. Where are you going to sit?” I asked, noticing the single rolling chair tucked under the desk. “I’ll grab a chair from the kitchen. Sit tight.” “Okay.” I sat down, and within two minutes he was back with another chair. He sat to my right as I opened my study sheets.

“Where should I start?” “From the beginning. Sets.”

“Alright… ”

“Is that too far back? Do you still remember it?” Usually, after sophomore year, we move on to Accounting and Finance. This math was from a long time ago for him; he might have forgotten. “I remember. Unions, Intersections, right?” P’Jane taught me several topics, and not just basic set operations. When he showed me the methods, everything looked impossibly easy, as if the answers were already lined up in his head. Even when multiplying, dividing, or adding large numbers, he did it all in his head without a calculator or scratch paper. He didn’t even need to look at the book for integration formulas. I was speechless-and I started to feel that this was… unusual.

“What is it?” P’Jane stopped writing a matrix and looked at me when I grabbed his arm. “P’Jane… how do you remember all this?”” Is it strange?” Yes! I stared at him, my eyes sparkling, determined to catch him in the act.

“If you were a math professor or a tutor using this every day, it wouldn’t be weird. But you haven’t touched this in years. You remember it like you’re copy-pasting. That’s not normal, is it?”

“It’s fine. Keep listening, or you’ll fail tomorrow.” “P’Jane. What is this number?” I scribbled a ten-digit number-in the billions-on my palm, flashed it to him for exactly three seconds, and then balled my hand into a fist. “… 6, 287, 540, 319.” I slammed the table in triumph. “P’Jane! You have a photographic memory!” NOTE// Photographic Memory/ Eidetic Memory: The ability to recall images, sounds, or objects in memory with high precision after only a brief exposure. It’s like a mental camera that saves every detail to a had drive for life. While debated by scientists, it is often viewed as a form of neurodivergence or a hallmark of a genius.

“Hasn’t science failed to prove this officially… ?”

“But you just did it!” I punched his shoulder playfully, thrilled to meet someone like this in the flesh. P’Jane propped his chin on his hand and narrowed his eyes at me.” I don’t know. I’ve never been tested.”

“But you see something for a split second and remember it all, right?” He nodded.

“Yes. It comes to me as an image.” So that’s why “God Jane” exists. Even the toughest professors have to give him an A. I was so jealous. He doesn’t have to waste time re-reading anything. Damn… I’m falling hard. Handsome, kind, rich, and a genius. Does a person like this really like me? How is that possible?

“Is it really that impressive?” “H-huh?” He smirked.

“Your eyes are sparkling while you look at me.”“ Shut up!”

“Come on, do the problems.” He pulled a sheet from the folder and placed it in front of me. “Finish all of these. I’Il check them. Ask me if you get stuck.” “Yes, sir.” I frowned in concentration, working harder than I ever had in my life, unaware that P’Jane wasn’t doing anything… except sitting there, watching my face. Half an hour passed. By the sixth question, my brain was fried. I turned to my personal tutor. “P’Jane, I really forgot this part. How do I do it?”

“Let me see… ” He moved closer immediately.

“This part?” I froze. He was so cose we were practically sharing a chair. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and reached his right arm under my armpit to take the pencil from my hand. He was essentially cocooning me in his lap.

“It’s a bit tricky,” he whispered right by my ear. “But it’s not much… see? Use this formula, then substitute. Am I going too fast?”

“A little, but I understand now.”

“Then show me.” I took the pencil back, trying to gather my wits even though my hands were shaking. I’d only written two lines when I felt his grip on my waist tighten. His right hand gently stroked the back of the hand Iwas using to hold the pencil… God… I couldn’t concentrate.” P’Jane-mmgh… ” I let out a muffled moan as he turned my face toward his to meet his kiss. He turned my whole body around to face him, pulling me into a deep embrace. I closed my eyes as he tasted me, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His arms were a cage I didn’t want to leave. “Jane… ” I pushed him back slightly and tried to walk away, terrified l’d lose control, but he caught me from behind. He kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My legs felt like jelly.

“Where are you going?” his voice was raspy, mirroring my own trembling heart.

“I’m… I’m going… goinghome… ”

“Stay with me a bit longer. I’ll take you home later.” “No… no… P’Jane, let me go.” He gave my cheek a deep kiss and whispered, “Let me just hold you first, then I’ll let you go.” “P’Jane… don’t… ”

“Just a hug. I won’t do anything else.” Liar! Oh, I’m not surviving today. I’ve walked into the tiger’s den-and it’s a big tiger. I already told my mom I might not be back, so no one is coming to save me this time. My face felt hot enough to be a fever. He turned me around to face him. I couldn’t look him in the eye; I just looked down, breathing shakily. Part of me wanted it… but another part said I wasn’t ready. Most of all, it felt too fast-we weren’t even boyfriends yet. But P’Jane was a master of seduction. I felt like melting caramel as he lifted my chin for another kiss. Before I knew it, I was sitting on his wide bed. His strong arms supported me while his hand stroked my back. I shook as his tongue swept through my mouth, deeper and more intense than the first time. The sensation sent a tingle all the way to my toes. I used my hands to push against his chest, gathering my last shred of sanity.” P’Jane… we… we haven’t finished the math tutoring… ” My voice was a mess.

“I’ll wake up and tutor you in the morning. Your quiz is in the afternoon, isn’t it?” His face nuzzled into the crook of my neck, kissing and inhaling my scent. I closed my eyes tight.

“Mmm… but… you have a morning class tomorrow… ” “Then I’ll skip. I can skip. Sleep here tonight. Jane… dear.” “P’Jane, don’t… I… I’ve never… ” “If you haven’t, I’ll teach you. I can teach you everything.” Not that! Just teach me math! He kissed me again, more forcefully this time until my lips felt bruised. He pressed his thumb against my bottom lip. His eyes were smoldering, hot enough to turn me to ash. He slid his thumb into my mouth, and I gasped as his other hand moved lower, squeezing me through my clothes. He pushed me down until I was lying flat.

“No… no… ” I protested through the kiss, resisting because I really wasn’t ready for everything.

“Jane… ” his voice was a pained whisper. I could hear how much I was torturing him, but I couldn’t do it. “P’Jane… no… I’m not ready… ” “Oh, Jane.” “Don’t force me. Please. I don’t consent.” “I’m not forcing you. I never force anyone. Jane… ” Despite his words, his breath was heavy like a frustrated bull. He buried his face in my chest, biting at my buttons while hugging my waist tight. Then, he pulled me up to sit on his lap. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he shifted, making me feel the hard length of him against me. He moved me against him until I let out a soft moan, my arms wrapping around his neck. “P’Jane… ”

“Jane… ahh… yes… ” He hissed, unable to take it. He stopped and kissed me gently.” Jane, help me. Just help me… ” “… Okay.” I finally agreed. He laid me on the bed and undid his belt. As soon as his pants and underwear were down, it sprang free. My face turned crimson. He wasn’t like me-he wasn’t circumcised. My heart skipped a beat when he took my hand and placed it on him. It was hot, and it was… massive. It was the size of my forearm, and I’m not exactly thin.

“Say hello to it, Jane,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust.

“It won’t bite.” I flushed at the erotic words.

“Stroke it, Jane… make it behave.” Make it behave? “… Ah… yes… ” I gently stroked it like I was petting a puppy. It throbbed against my hand. I used my right hand to grip it, my heart racing. I’d never done this for anyone before. “I… I don’t know how… mine isn’t like this… ” “Use your fingers to pull back the foreskin. Slide it down.” I did as he said, tentatively moving my hand up and down. His heavy breathing told me I was doing it right. He leaned back on his hands, panting. “Mmm… Jane… ah… ” My heart hammered. I felt a strange thrill at being the one in control of his emotions. He was my first.

“Yes… baby… yes.” I bit my lip, listening to his moans. I decided to use both hands because he was so large I couldn’t even wrap one hand around him entirely. He placed his hand over mine, guiding the rhythm until he finally finished. He grabbed a tissue just in time and tossed it in the bin before fixing his clothes. I kept my head down, dying of embarrassment. I’d never… never done that. He pulled me into a hug.

“Jane… let me help you now.” “No, no, no! P’Jane, don’t!”

“I can’t just leave you like that.”

“It’s fine! Let me go!” But he held me tighter and kissed my cheek.

“Please, baby… let me help you. Please… ” He kissed my neck.

“No, it’s okay.” “Please?” “… Mmm.” I moaned as he captured my lips again. He climbed on top of me, pinning me to the bed. With practiced ease, he unbuttoned my shirt with one hand. He leaned down and bit my nipple, making me arch my back. “P-P’Jane… !” He stripped me bare. Before I knew it, my pants and underwear were gone, and I was lying there completely naked. I used my hands to cover myself, looking away. It wasn’t fair-he was still mostly dressed, but I was totally exposed. I wanted to cry. “Don’t do that, Jane.” “Sniff.” “Looking like that is just an invitation.” He easily pulled my hands away and pinned them above my head, his eyes traveling over my body with a spark. I closed my eyes tight, my cheeks burning. There was nothing left to hide. He teased me with his tongue and hands, making me arch and squirm. The lock on his necklace brushed against my stomach. “P’Jane… don’t… ” “Don’t what?”

“Don’t do this to me… ” My voice was weak. I couldn’t truly refuse him. My body was on fire. “I’m going to make you happy, good boy.” He stroked my inner thigh. I was trembling. My heart had already given him permission. “Don’t use your mou-ah!” I couldn’t stop him when he kissed the tip of my member. He chuckled as I writhed, then he took me into his mouth. The warmth and sensation sent me over the edge. I sobbed-not from pain, but from pleasure. I knew I was willing. My earlier resistance was just embarrassment. I was so happy. I dug my toes into the sheets. I could hear the wet sounds of him working on me like I was some delicious candy. He lifted my hips until my legs were in the air. “Hah… hah… ah… ” The combination of his fingers and his mouth pushed me to the limit. I’d never felt this before. He was giving me an out-of-this-world experience. He pulled my hand from my eyes and placed it on his head.

“If you like it a certain way, press my head… like this.” His tongue flicked against me, and I gasped, gripping his black hair. “Mmm… !! Ah!” “Yes… that’s it. Good boy.” “Hah… ah… ”

“Yes… you’re in control.” I pressed his head down, signaling him to continue the rhythm I liked. His large hands held my waist firm. My legs were draped over his broad shoulders. Finally, I hit the peak. My whole body tensed, and I let out a cry as I released everything into his mouth. My brain felt wonderfully cold and empty. But as soon as it was over, the shame came rushing back. I curled into a fetal position, covering my red face. It was practically sex, even if we didn’t “go all the way.” He’d seen everything! “Jane… ” His raspy voice called to me as I hid. He wrapped a large duvet around both of us and pulled me into his arms, kissing my lips and nuzzling my nose.

“Mmm… P’Jane… you’re hard again… ” “Let it be. It’ll go down on its own.” I didn’t pull my legs away from where they were tangled with his. I peeked at the bulge in his pants under the blanket. “Don’t look. It’s looking back at you, see?”

“P’Jane!” I slapped his shoulder.

“But… won’t it hurt? It’s uncomfortable for guys when they don’t release.”

“Don’t worry. The second round will definitely take a long time anyway.”

“The first round was fine… ” It wasn’t too short, but I’d finished so fast.

“Usually, I’m quite difficult to finish. But I was afraid your arm would get tired if I let you keep going, so l stepped in.” I nodded, still too shy to meet his gaze. I was happy he cared about my arm getting tired. But if he’s ‘difficult’ to finish… when we actually have sex, am I going to survive? Especially with that size? P’Jane kissed my forehead, then my cheek, then my lips. He stayed close to me for a long time.

“Jane… did you like it today?” I nodded. I didn’t want to lie. Part of me was grateful he hadn’t forced me into anything. He kept his promise.

“P’Jane… when I was helping you… you spoke a lot of English.” His accent was already good, but when he spoke like that, it made him ten times sexier. A dark, intense kind of sexy.

“Mhm. It’s my mother tongue.”

“Wait, did you grow up abroad?”

“Did I never tell you?” “No… ” There are a lot of things you haven’t told me, P’Jane. I yawned, my eyes drooping. I wanted to ask more, but I wNas exhausted. “I’m so sleepy… I have no energy left.” He gave me a tender smile and rubbed my head.

“That’s normal. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here.”” Mhm.” He reached over to turn off the lights, plunging the room into darkness, then returned to pull me into his arms. I fell into a deep sleep for hours. I didn’t know that P’Jane woke up before me. The tall figure in his student uniform stood by the bed, watching me sleep for a long, long time, his expression unreadable as he thought about something. Finally, he picked up his phone and made a call. After a few rings, the other side picked up. “Putt. I need to talk to you.”