Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 10

When Fu Jing woke up, he found Wang Bupo had once again unconsciously rolled into his arms. His hands clutched at Fu Jing’s pajama collar, his messy hair brushing against Fu Jing’s jaw, his nose less than a centimeter from Fu Jing’s chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths.

This guy had been particularly annoying these past couple of days, always fidgeting and tangling with him in his sleep.

Push him away, and he’d come back. Push him away again, and the cycle continued endlessly.

And to think, he used to believe Wang Bupo slept quietly. Just one month in this world, and his true nature was fully revealed.

Fu Jing, exasperated, pushed Wang Bupo aside and got out of bed. But Wang Bupo, usually refusing to wake before nine, stirred groggily, one hand still clinging to Fu Jing’s clothing.

Fu Jing tried to pull his garment free, only to find Wang Bupo gripping it tightly.

“Let go.”

Wang Bupo blinked, confused, and finally released his hold, half-opening his eyes with a vacant stare as he watched Fu Jing wash and get ready. It wasn’t until the door slammed behind him that he fully returned to reality.

This semifinal week, for some reason, Wang Bupo started feeling lightheaded. When he looked at the computer screen, images sometimes doubled; a heat rose from deep within him, making him distracted and causing several mistakes.

Fortunately, the semifinals lasted only a week. Wang Bupo only felt unwell the last two days, which slightly affected his otherwise consistent tenth-place ranking. In the end, he finished thirteenth and claimed his semifinal prize money.

The finals were scheduled for the following week.

If the first two days had brought only mild dizziness and occasional distraction, by the third day, he was already feeling completely foggy.

Watching Fu Jing leave, Wang Bupo reluctantly got up and took his temperature. He grabbed a box of cold medicine he’d bought earlier and swallowed a few pills, then lay back down.

But the more he lay there, the more restless he felt. A strange, building pressure pressed at the back of his neck, heavy and suffocating, where a previously negligible barrier patch sat.

Thinking the room was empty, he reached for it.

“Rip—”

He tore off the patch.

The faint grapefruit scent from the pillow beside him grew stronger, stretching his pores, igniting a fire inside him.

Wang Bupo’s brow furrowed, his movements hidden beneath the thin blanket.

Just then, the door that had closed minutes ago swung open, and the figure who had left returned.

A wave of orange-scented sweetness hit him immediately.

Fu Jing was overwhelmed by the aroma, his bl00d boiling like water on a stove. Before he could think, he saw the scene on the bed and dropped the breakfast in his hands with a loud smack.

Startled, Wang Bupo froze, half-clear and half-foggy mind, locking eyes with Fu Jing.

“You… why are you back?” His voice was dry, broken, his mouth slightly open like a fish gasping for water.

“What are you doing with my pillow?”

Wang Bupo had hugged Fu Jing’s pillow to his chest, his face buried in it, a mixture of shame and lingering indulgence on his expression.

Even a casual glance told Fu Jing exactly what Wang Bupo had been imagining.

He had been fantasizing about him?!

Fu Jing’s bl00d boiled, and his mind sparked with alarm. He slammed the door, lunging forward to snatch back his pillow.

Wang Bupo clutched it, half-conscious, half-alert, his nose still filled with the lingering grapefruit scent, a balm to his fevered senses.

In their scuffle, Fu Jing’s barrier patch lifted slightly, letting the grapefruit scent mingle with a sweeter, orange-like aroma. In the tiny apartment with barely open windows, the two scents interwove silently, unnoticed beyond the walls.

The crisp autumn morning should have been cool, but after a few moments of tugging, both were hot and breathless, unaware, fixated entirely on a single pillow.

Wang Bupo panted, straddling Fu Jing, still trying to tug the pillow while burying his head against Fu Jing’s neck.

“So fragrant… grapefruit.”

His mind and eyes were consumed by the scent. Unable to resist, he extended his tongue, lightly licking.

Fu Jing froze, blanking out for a moment.

Then, in a burst of anger and humiliation:

“And you said you had no designs on me?!”

His eyes bloodshot, Fu Jing barely processed whether it was the pheromones or pure embarrassment driving him. He flipped Wang Bupo under him.

“Ugh—so uncomfortable.”

Wang Bupo, utterly disoriented, felt an insistent, burning need. His lips parted, seeking, pressing against another soft surface as his mind struggled to catch up.

Before his brain could even issue orders, Fu Jing’s fiery, bl00d-heated body had already responded.

Clothes fell to the floor, and the tension between them escalated.

But, as a rookie driver…

Fu Jing’s thoughts finally caught up. Realizing what he was doing, he panicked and pushed Wang Bupo away, almost losing control to the swirling pheromones.

Something was off.

He gritted his teeth and quickly injected a suppressor from the drawer into his arm. The effect was immediate; his bl00d cooled, his body steadied.

Wang Bupo still whined, unsatisfied, but Fu Jing didn’t hesitate to administer another injection into his arm, then covered him with the blanket, out of sight, out of mind.

In the cramped bathroom, cold water traced down his sculpted abs, highlighting the faintly reddened skin and veins pulsing underneath. The residual agitation from earlier hadn’t yet dissipated.

Finally, the heat left his body.

“Wang… Bupo’s ” Fu Jing ground his teeth, eyes blazing with fury, as if he could pierce the bathroom walls to glare at the person outside.