Straight Man Gets Reincarnated into an ABO Novel and Ends Up with His Rival - Chapter 3

It was soon time to wash up.

Things were different from before. No big bathtub. No walk-in closet. No rose petals, no fine wine, and worst of all no bathrobes.

Wang Bupo, used to wrapping himself in a robe after a shower, had no choice but to come out naked.

He considered using a small towel to cover himself, but then thought: We’re both grown men. Is this really necessary? He abandoned the idea.

Fu Jing had been looking at his phone, but when he glanced up, he nearly dropped it at the shocking sight.

He quickly turned away, annoyed. “Wang Bupo, are you an exhibitionist?!”

Startled, Wang Bupo suppressed a guilty twinge and replied confidently, “There was no bathrobe inside, I forgot my clothes, and besides we’re both grown men. What’s there to be shy about?”

Fu Jing, ever dignified, retorted, “We’re different!”

Wang Bupo pouted but said nothing. He rummaged through a random bag, zipped it open, and pulled out a few pieces of clothing.

What the hell, these are children’s clothes?

The shirts barely covered the chest, the shorts barely covered the butt. At 1.8 meters tall, could he even wear these?

Oh, right these were his old “work clothes.” So, the bag must be his.

Wang Bupo grimaced but finally dug out a normal T-shirt and some sweatpants.

…Except the underwear why only briefs? Both the ones he just removed and these were triangles.

Fine, triangle it is. He was used to boxers anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Are you dressed yet?”

Fu Jing, hearing some rustling, turned to look.

Wang Bupo was putting on a white T-shirt over tight white shorts that clung to him, outlining his shape perfectly. The T-shirt covered just enough, but the shorts… practically nothing. His long, pale legs stretched out for all to see.

“Y-you…” Fu Jing’s fair, handsome face flushed visibly.

“You don’t have long pants?!”

Wang Bupo didn’t understand why Fu Jing was acting like this. “I don’t like wearing long pants to sleep.”

“But you can’t just sleep in underwear!”

He glanced down at his shorts, realizing Fu Jing had misunderstood. Tugging at the fabric, he said, “This isn’t underwear. I’m wearing briefs underneath.”

Fu Jing frowned, skeptical.

“I checked my bag only triangle briefs. These shorts are all I’ve got. Unless… you lend me a pair of your sports shorts?”

Wang Bupo scratched his ear, embarrassed to ask.

Fu Jing opened another bag, pulled out a loose pair of sports shorts, and tossed them to him.

“Wow, little brother, you’re awesome!”

Grabbing the shorts, Wang Bupo thanked him while cheekily enjoying the “little brother” title though he was three years older.

In front of Fu Jing, he quickly swapped out the tight shorts, revealing the white briefs underneath, and put on the black sports shorts.

“…” Fu Jing realized sometimes having sharp eyesight wasn’t a blessing.

The clothes were a bit big for Wang Bupo, since Fu Jing was nearly 1.9 meters tall. What were knee-length pants for Fu Jing came down past Wang Bupo’s knees.

“Strange, your clothes smell like grapefruit. Did some juice drip on them?” Wang Bupo commented.

Fu Jing disagreed. “No, it’s orange. I smelled it when you came out of the shower sweet orange in the air.”

A moment of quiet passed. Both looked at each other, expressions strange.

“So… you smell like grapefruit?” Wang Bupo asked, pointing.

“Your pheromones are orange?” Fu Jing countered.

Then silence.

“Should I give you back the shorts?”

“You’re wearing them.”

After a long pause:

“Did you put on your barrier patch?” Fu Jing asked.

“No, I was just about to,” Wang Bupo replied, quickly sticking a new one on.

“Wear it from now on after every shower,” Fu Jing said, opening the window wider.

Fortunately, alpha and omega pheromones were weaker outside of heat and sensitivity periods. But in a closed space without a patch, the concentration could drive someone out of control. For safety, barrier patches had become a daily necessity.

The bathroom window and exhaust fan helped; residual orange scent was faint.

When Fu Jing came out in a T-shirt and long pants, Wang Bupo was already lying on the bed.

“How do you wash your clothes?” Fu Jing asked, noticing Wang Bupo had clothes “raining” on the balcony.

“Just… like that,” Wang Bupo said, avoiding details. He had washed his shorts and T-shirt in a basin, stomping them with his feet, and rinsed the briefs under the faucet before hanging them out. No washing machine he was too broke to afford one.

From childhood, Wang Bupo had known hardship before his family became wealthy. Once used to luxury, it was unbearable to return to this life.

Fu Jing, on the other hand, had never touched a bucket or a washboard in his life. Born with a silver spoon, he had no idea how to clean clothes.

Standing dumbfounded on the balcony, he watched Wang Bupo hang the clothes and couldn’t help but ask.

Wang Bupo put down his phone, turned to the bewildered young man, and laughed. “Fu Jing, you don’t even know how to wash clothes, do you?”

Jumping off the bed, he went over with a gleeful smirk. “Say ‘brother,’ and I’ll teach you.”

Just imagining the formerly arrogant Fu Jing now bowing to call him “brother” made Wang Bupo giddy.

But Fu Jing simply looked at him calmly and opened his phone to search for instructions.

“I don’t need you to teach me,” he said, still emanating that irresistible confidence.

“Ha, stubborn as ever. Let’s see how you manage,” Wang Bupo said, arms crossed, watching Fu Jing handle the basin.

The result? Once the faucet was on, they both ended up drenched. Wang Bupo’s shorts were soaked, Fu Jing’s clothes were damp.

“Damn it, ancestor! You’re trying to ruin me!” Wang Bupo shouted, jumping back.

Fu Jing, rare for him, looked a little embarrassed and awkward.

“Fine, fine. I’ll help you,” he said.

Wang Bupo stopped teasing. Realizing Fu Jing was only twenty, still inexperienced, and used to luxury, he decided to be understanding for now, at least.