In life, some deaths were unavoidable.As Timothy ran toward the entrance of the LRM building, he wondered whether he should treat Cycle as Cycle or as…The thought of Bob's face made Timothy's legs go weak again. He could not understand why Bob, who already knew that Frost and Timothy were the same person, continued chatting with him daily and wanted to have a meal together.He recalled Bob's invitation. How could he stomach that meal of death?Suddenly, Zachary's words echoed in Timothy's mind. "You're looking for a man, not a father."He had found himself a father figure.It was a short distance—710 meters. The LRM building gate was already in sight. There was no one at the entrance.Timothy started hoping that everything that had happened that morning was just a hallucination, that the 3-meter distance was a hallucination, and that Bob's invitation to have a meal was also a hallucination.He would stand at the LRM building entrance for five minutes, and if Bob did not show
Timothy followed Bob out of the car and saw a restaurant nearby.Once inside and seated, Timothy wanted to go to the bathroom. He said, "Um… I…""Are you calling me that—Um?" Bob glanced at Timothy.Timothy replied, "Uh, no."Bob lowered his gaze back to the menu with a smile.Timothy hesitated, then said, "Professor."Bob turned a page in the menu and said, "We're not in class right now."If not Professor, then what should he call him? Should he refer to him as Cycle?Timothy tried to call Bob that in his mind but could not say it out loud.Timothy tentatively asked, "Well, what should I call you?"Bob glanced at Timothy and said, "You usually say it quite fluently."Timothy had referred to Professor White as that twisted professor and dear Cycle without hesitation.At that moment, he felt like he wanted to find a crack in the ground and hide in it. Whatever name he used would be a death sentence to himself.He had to get straight to the point. "I need to use the restroom
After finishing his food, Timothy was about to go to the restroom when Bob stood up at the same time."Where are you going?" Timothy asked."To the restroom," Bob replied."Oh, I want to go too," Timothy said.Bob nodded and made his way to the restroom. Timothy followed behind, feeling the need to explain himself. "I drank a lot of iced tea." He was nervous."Mm," Bob responded."And I drank your soup, too," Timothy said."I know," Bob replied."And I—" Timothy started, but Bob turned around and asked, "What are you trying to say?""Nothing," Timothy mumbled.He just wanted Bob to know he did not have a kidney issue, but it seemed like Bob did not get it.There were six men's urinals in the men's restroom, and only the sixth one on the left was occupied by a German guy. Bob took the second urinal.Timothy wanted to stay as far from Bob as possible, so he headed for the fifth urinal. Just as he approached it, he heard Bob say, "Why are you going so far away?"Timothy stiff
Timothy closed the door and said, "Say whatever you need to say but get it all out at once. And please, don't keep repeating things like how many years it's been. You keep coming over like this, and it's getting on my nerves."Leonardo held back his frustration and spoke in a low, pleading tone, "I know I'm at fault. I promise you. If you just forgive me this one time—"Timothy interrupted him. "Leonardo, let me put it this way. I've been with you since I was 17, and it's been seven years. If I forgive you just because I can't let go of these seven years, and then we stay together for another 20 years, what if you pull the same stunt again? Wouldn't I feel even more obligated to forgive you then? How much more do you expect me to put up with?"Leonardo, irritated, said, "Can you not dismiss the next few decades just because of one mistake? You haven't even spent the next 20 years with me yet, so how can you know I'll mess up again? Can't you stop worrying about things that haven't e
He talked about grading his homework so casually that it almost sounded like he just took out Timothy's trash.Timothy was so taken aback at the invasion of his privacy that he almost wanted to call the police. However, what would he say?He probably could say, "Officer, a creepy professor followed me to my doorstep with ill intentions."Maybe he could say, "And then he found a flimsy excuse to enter my private residence."Next, perhaps he could say, "Finally, while I was completely defenseless, he despicably graded my homework?"There was no way he could report that."Why did you grade my homework without my permission?" Timothy wanted to question Bob, but when he looked at Bob's face, he suddenly felt nervous, panicked, and weak. His legs were trembling."I mean, I did finish my assignment, but I still needed to proofread it. The deadline isn't until next Monday. Couldn't you have waited for me to submit it before grading it? Besides, isn't it the TAs who usually grade the ass
Another hour passed, and Timothy finally understood all the problems with his assignment. He could have finished earlier, but there was one part he could not figure out, and his pride would not let him ask Bob for help. So, he stubbornly worked it out on his own, dragging it out until then.Having solved the problem by himself, Timothy felt a surge of confidence. He started seeing the professor on the couch as harmless. Timothy could not resist the urge to poke at him a bit.He walked forward and arrogantly snatched the comic book from Bob's hands.Bob looked up. "What are you doing?"Timothy, towering over Bob, said, "I'm done studying."He stood so close that his hips were almost directly in front of Bob's face, though he was unaware of it.Bob's gaze fell on Timothy's crotch; his voice grew deeper as he said, "So?"So?Timothy had started full of bravado, but when he noticed the dark look in Bob's eyes, he suddenly felt tongue-tied.Looking down at Bob's glasses and the bri
That could not be considered a kiss; their lips barely touched.Bob looked at Timothy, his voice low as he said, "Is that it?"Is that it? What more did he want?Timothy's face flushed, and just as he was about to speak, Bob said, "At least, it should be like this."Bob grabbed Timothy's chin and pried his lips apart."Mm…" The clean scent of aftershave and his raw masculine pheromones immediately aroused Timothy's senses. Bob's kiss was anything but gentle; it was filled with dominance, even bordering on roughness. He had always liked it a bit rough.At first, Timothy resisted a little, but he quickly found himself trembling under the onslaught of the kiss, unconsciously wrapping his arms around Bob's neck, surrendering to Bob's control over his lips.At that moment, Timothy suddenly realized that the mouth could also be considered a sexual organ.It could be opened and penetrated, and it was sensitive to sensual touch.It could experience the same electrifying feeling, the s
That night, Xander left after nine. Timothy opened the Distance app and checked Cycle's distance. It said 4.8 kilometers. He looked at that number and smiled momentarily before sending a message.[Frost: Home early, huh?]About ten minutes later, Cycle responded.[Cycle: Just got home.]Timothy thought for a moment and clarified.[Frost: I'm not checking up on you, I'm just concerned.][Cycle: Concerned about what?]Timothy decided to make a joke.[Frost: You know, there are a lot of desperate refugees in Germany.][Cycle: So?][Frost: I'm worried someone might take advantage of you.]Bob sent a voice message. "Worry about yourself first."Timothy could imagine Bob's tone when he said that. It made his heart itch. Timothy hesitated but could not resist and replied, "Why don't we chat over a call?"So, Bob called him.Timothy cleared his throat and immediately answered, but he did not know what to say once connected, so he lamely asked, "Can you hear me?"Bob replied, "Ye