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Skates hunt in the storeroom = success. But the real discovery was in the dusty cupboard: a stack of board games. WeiWei plucked the Othello box from the pile, wiping a finger through the dust. “Well, well, Chi Cheng… I never pictured you as a board game kind of guy” he mused. “Interesting. Very interesting.”
Suwei’s mind was already scheming. Revenge. Sure, the lingerie last Sunday had been… well, it had been fun. But his masculine pride demanded retaliation. He’d wear lace for Chicheng any day, but not without a counterattack. My turn, he thought, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Let’s see you strip and put on a show for me.
“Look, ChiCheng! What I found in the storeroom.” WeiWei held up the Othello box with a victorious grin. “Let’s play!”
ChiCheng raised an eyebrow, a slow smile touching his lips. “You seem rather confident.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” WeiWei leaned in, he whispered “I was the Strip Othello Champion at my high school. Three years running.”
“Strip Othello?” ChiCheng echoed, his interest clearly piqued. “That’s… a very specific title.”
“It was a tradition at our cultural fest. Just the boys, facing off. Loser has to strip.” WeiWei’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “And once you’re down to your underwear, you have to perform. A song, a dance… whatever the winner demands. I always had a whole crowd of girls cheering for me. All thanks to my stellar popularity and my… strategic genius”
He let the statement hang in the air before delivering the punchline with a playful nudge.
"Okay," Chicheng agreed, "I'd love to see how you play."
Exactly the plan, SuWei thought, his grin turning sharp. I'll have you on that board until you're stripping down. And the grand finale? You, dancing in the very same lingerie you picked out for me. A little performance art for me. Fair’s fair.
“Yeah, why not? Just remember , I was a champion. And if you lose,” WeiWei said, his grin widening, “you’re wearing that lacy little thing you bought for me.”
“SuWei,” ChiCheng sighed, though his eyes held a spark. “That scheming mind of yours never stops, does it?”
“You can’t back out now. You asked for this. Be a man of your word.”
“Okay. But what if I win?”
“Dream on , that’s not happening.” WeiWei waved a hand dismissively. “But fine, for the sake of argument, I’ll do… whatever you say.”
He was already so overconfident that he didn’t bother imagining what kind of delicious, filthy ideas might be forming in ChiCheng’s mind. The best part? This time, ChiCheng didn’t have to persuade him. WeiWei was offering it all up willingly.
Let’s get it on,” WeiWei declared, already setting up the board.
ChiCheng merely smiled, a quiet, dangerous curve of his lips. “Indeed.”
"Huh? Wait…" WeiWei leaned forward, his brow furrowed."That’s weird. I have white here.Where’d my Othello sense go?" He tapped the tile.
ChiCheng made his move with a soft click. "All mine," he said calmly, turning a decisive line of chips to black.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" WeiWei groaned.
"Now go on. Strip."
"Shut up, I know already!"
“So… that whole Othello champion story. Was that even true?”
“Of course it’s true! Ask any of my friends. Those girls were cheering their hearts out.”
“Sure. But were they cheering for you… or for a view? It’s all about your opponent’s face.”
“Er… uh… well…”
“Spit it out, SuWei.”
“Fine! It was this guy from the next class, Yichen. Total prince type, my rival for three years straight. But… no one ever cheered for him. The girls just kept telling him to lose.”
“Well, obviously. If they wanted to see the prince get undressed, they’d need him to lose. That’s why they were rooting for you.”
“Uwaaaaah! Don’t say it like that!”
“All your wins were a setup.Besides, you claiming you were ‘popular’ back then was enough to...”
“Enough to what?”
“…Nothing.”
The game continued, click by strategic click.
"Yesss, got you!" WeiWei crowed, flipping a row of tiles. "Mine now! Come on, ChiCheng, no stalling , off with that shirt!"
"Yeah, yeah," ChiCheng replied, unbuttoning it with deliberate slowness.
Yes! WeiWei’s mind raced. My Othello senses are fully online. This is my comeback. I just need to keep this up.
Click. Click. The board began to shift.
"I really am a genius,” WeiWei murmured to himself, then grinned openly. “Gotta keep my win streak alive! Wahaha! Pants, ChiCheng! Off!”
“I’m taking them off,” ChiCheng said , his hands going to his waist. His eyes, however, stayed locked on WeiWei’s. “But you know Weiwei , you are always too soft at the end”
ChiCheng placed his last tile with finality. “Game over. It’s a draw.” He looked up, a predator’s gleam in his eyes. “Which means you have to strip, too.”
“Ack! You… you lost those pieces on purpose, didn’t you?!” WeiWei sputtered, his bravado crumbling.
“Well ,if we’re going to strip, it’s more fun doing it together, right?” Without another word, ChiCheng hooked an arm around WeiWei’s waist and tugged him flush against his chest.
“H-Hey! I just wanted to play Othello!”
“The moment you challenged me, you lost,” ChiCheng murmured, his breath warm against WeiWei’s ear. “No backing out now. I hadn’t planned on this tonight… but since you were so eager to offer me ‘anything’…”
He leaned back just enough to meet WeiWei’s wide eyes, his own gleaming with promise. “Let’s just say something special arrived today. And it’s waiting for us in the bedroom. Timing is everything.”
This was how WeiWei learned to regret his overconfidence and how ChiCheng got himself a very, very happy meal.