【SemenStainWallMensPublicToilet-7】
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That summer, whether it was the strong El Niño phenomenon or the photo on the phone being too arousing, when the ultraviolet light from that guy's lamp hit the pebble-washed wall, he ignored the sweat all over his body and the special masculine scent that smelled like he hadn't showered for a day or had "just" finished exercising. Shining the light on the wall, fluorescent-colored traces suddenly appeared one after another.
「This one is your junior's, and there's another one next to it that belongs to that fierce squad leader.」
Standing about the same height as me, with short hair that wasn't neat at all, he draped his arm over my shoulder. His upper chest muscles, still slightly panting after just finishing exercise, carried a strong scent of alcohol in the summer night as he grinned at the wall while speaking.
「Damn, that squad leader has way too many. Wait, no—how the hell do you know?」
I raised an eyebrow and asked him. After hearing that, he let out a sneaky dry laugh. With stubble that had grown out after a day without shaving, he leaned close to my ear, let out a drunken burp, and slowly said, "What do you think?" Then he let go and skipped over to turn on the toilet light, pointing with his big finger at the newest trace.
I had thought this guy was pretty much a bastard. But I never imagined he could be such a huge bastard?
I turned around and looked at A Hao seriously for the first time, really examining what kind of person this guy actually was.
That night was our first time going out together.
After all, whenever I had seen him before, he was wearing casual clothes, leading rookie soldiers on runs with his neat short hair, sharp sword-like eyebrows, single eyelids with a bit of a hooded look, plus that square face and chin that never seemed fully shaved. It was deadly—if I kept looking, I would definitely give myself away. As for his physique... I hadn't noticed at all. When he led the troops running, those two big steamed buns bounced up and down. I hadn't even gotten on the "bus" yet and already felt motion sick. No good, I was also leading troops myself.
Straight men were always just the fantasies of those otaku novel writers. Those novelists, frustrated and lacking real-life experience, would write all those military/police/firefighter straight-to-gay stories. In reality, it was impossible—it would just make you motion sick before even boarding, heartbroken before even dating. When you wanted to talk, you'd end up being interrogated. Don't think about it, don't think about it, never think about it. Besides, we weren't even in the same unit; maybe we had only run into each other in the same camp. Anyway, that summer was really hot—so hot that I saw him three or five times that month. Every time I saw him, I would deliberately shout commands louder while running, shouting until he turned to face me from afar and gave me a thumbs-up.
God, I only have half a year left before discharge—don't mess with me, okay?
Fate is God's game.
God must have heard my wish and decided to play a big game. God's way of playing was that all the new recruits had already gone home on leave that day. With nothing special to do, I planned to take a shower in the afternoon first. Without the recruits, the bathroom was basically heaven!!! There was no stinky rookie smell. I could finally take a nice, clean shower. Holding my washbasin and whistling, I walked into the empty bathroom during the long holiday—only to run into him.
I saw him taking a shower.
He scooped a basin of water from the central sink in the large bathhouse and poured it over himself. As the bubbles were rinsed from head to toe, he wiped his face with his tattooed big hand, looked up, saw me, and said, "Hey! It's you! I finally ran into you. You're super handsome!"
Did I offend the gods during my last leave? Are the gods messing with me like this?
「......No, I mean you look handsome when you lead the troops and shout commands, not that you're handsome. No, I'm not saying you're not handsome either— that's not what I meant!」 Flustered, he accidentally dropped the basin into the large sink. With his veiny hand propping up the edge of the pool,