Chapter 46: Punishment — Does Your Brother Know You Can Get Hard for Other Men Too?
Jiang Yan’s figure appeared at the restroom entrance, his steps pausing slightly. There was no surprise on his face, only a slight frown, clearly indicating a bad mood. Immediately after, he keenly caught Jiang Yunian’s subtle trembling. The other party obviously relaxed a bit after seeing him, his lips pursing slightly, revealing a bit of grievance.
“Who bullied you?” Jiang Yan stepped forward and pulled the person into his arms, then thinking of something, his gaze sharpened. “Is it him?”
Jiang Yunian was held by his nervous and fervent embrace. Looking up at his eyes filled with worry, his heart warmed. He moved his lips to say he was fine.
This was “Heaven on Earth,” Zhou Shu’s turf. LG could at most send a few threatening private messages; he wouldn’t dare act recklessly.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” Jiang Yan pressed his palm against the back of his head, pressing the person toward himself. “It’ll be fine soon.”
“Mn.” Jiang Yunian leaned on his shoulder, rubbing against it with attachment. His anxious heart gradually calmed down.
Not long after, the peace was broken. Two guests walked in one after another. Seeing two men hugging, they froze, then revealed a knowing expression. Tacitly pretending not to see, they turned into the stalls. Jiang Yunian felt embarrassed by those subtle gazes; without thinking, he knew he was probably mistaken for one of the “young masters” (gigolos) here again. He pushed off Jiang Yan’s shoulder to create some distance, looking down to organize his crushed clothes.
“Why did you come too?” he asked belatedly.
Jiang Yan straightened his collar for him, his tone casual as he said a classmate called him out to play, and being alone at home was boring.
This “classmate” didn’t need naming; it was definitely Zhou Shu. Rumor had it that these wealthy young masters played very wildly in places like this. Passing a private room just now, he had glimpsed a row of male models standing inside, so one could imagine how they “played.” Thinking that Jiang Yan might have also been stuffed with a small boy and was now hugging him, Jiang Yunian felt uncomfortable. “Oh… are you done playing?”
He didn’t want Ah Yan to stay in this kind of place for long, just as he didn’t like drinking himself. He told him to go home early if he was done, or he’d miss the last bus. Jiang Yan said it was already over and he was going back now, raising an eyebrow to ask, “Not coming with me?”
Jiang Yunian shook his head. “I’ll stay a bit longer. The Senior, he…”
Before he finished, Jiang Yan’s face darkened by half a degree. “Sen-ior?”
Jiang Yunian sheepishly shut his mouth, correcting himself, “It’s not good to leave right after sitting down… and there are girls present, I might need to help with drop-offs or something…”
Jiang Yan huffed, turned, and walked away, crisp and decisive.
“Then you play with him.”
Watching his sulking back, Jiang Yunian chuckled. This young master’s temper had flared up again.
Only after washing his face with cold water again did Jiang Yunian walk out of the restroom.
The restroom wasn’t far from the private room; just cross two corridors and turn a corner. But for some reason, this familiar path felt exceptionally long, exuding a certain weirdness.
The empty corridor was dim all around, with only the overhead lights emitting a faint halo. The floor was carpeted with soft material; stepping on it felt weightless, making no sound. Suddenly, a patch of carpet behind him sank silently. Before he could react, a hand wearing a black glove violently covered his mouth. Immediately after, a brute force dragged him into a very hidden dark room nearby.
“Mmph…!”
Jiang Yunian struggled desperately, slapping that hand, but he couldn’t shake it in the slightest. Reaching the doorway, he used his foot to hook the door frame with all his might to buy time, hoping someone would pass by. However, the opponent was too strong. With one hand clamped around his waist, a slight exertion lifted his entire person inside.
Not far away, a person walked out of the corner-most private room door. He Qing narrowed his eyes, vaguely glimpsing two familiar figures pressed tightly together. The person behind supported the waist of the one in his arms and easily carried him in. The door closed silently, leaving behind a floor of ambiguous scenery.
“Tsk.” He Qing sneered. These two were indeed not some pure brotherhood.
He didn’t know what he saw in that pervert. Impatient as if in heat everywhere, exactly the same dead look as Zhou Shu. Truly tragic for him.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Zhou Shu followed out of the private room, sticking to him clingily. “Can’t bear to leave Hubby?”
“Mn… there was someone.” He Qing pushed him away, stepping back vigilantly.
“So what if there’s someone?” Zhou Shu was very dissatisfied with the action of being pushed away. “I wish everyone knew you are my wifey.”
“Stop it.” He Qing covered his mouth. When the other stuck out his tongue to lick his palm, he retracted it, looking helpless. “Come after you’re done greeting them.”
Zhou Shu pouted. “I already said I’d support you; no need to do these rough jobs.”
Talking to him was a waste of breath. He Qing pretended not to hear, telling him to go in quickly lest he be seen by colleagues and cause trouble again. No matter how unwilling, Zhou Shu obediently listened to his wifey, muttering as he walked about where surnamed Qi ran off to… every one of them eating inside but looking out (being ungrateful).
On the other side, inside the pitch-black room where one couldn’t see their fingers.
Jiang Yunian’s chest was pinned against the door, both hands buckled behind his back by a large hand.
“Still remember me?” The familiar voice rang out, deep and laced with static current.
Jiang Yunian’s pupils constricted violently. This pervert dared to follow him here to act wild!
So the “next time” he spoke of… was now.
“Wifey really doesn’t take Hubby’s words seriously at all, actually daring to post such a sexy nude photo?” The man’s faint breath sprayed behind his ear, frighteningly distinct. “Just that thirsty? Want everyone to come fight me for you?”
“Wuwu…” Jiang Yunian shook his head desperately.
He was clearly wearing clothes; this guy was spitting blood (making false accusations)!
“Exposing such a large piece of collarbone, who wouldn’t want to lick it?”
“Waist so thin, Hubby could snap it with one hand.”
“Ah… I know. Wifey did this to make me jealous, right?”
“Hm?” The force pressing on his back increased a few notches. “Is that it?”
“Wuwu…” Jiang Yunian whimpered again, signaling that his mouth was still covered, so he couldn’t answer.
The man’s gloomy gaze branded the back of his head, exhaling dangerously, “I can let go, but if Wifey dares to scream…”
“Mmph mmph…” Jiang Yunian shook his head repeatedly, promising he wouldn’t scream.
The hand covering his mouth released instantly, and fresh air rushed into his nasal cavity. But before he could take a few breaths, he was grabbed by the shoulders and turned around, pressed against the door again.
The enclosed space was small and dark, without a sliver of light. Even face to face, he couldn’t see anything clearly. The only sensation was the steel-like arm on his shoulder, immovable no matter how he struggled.
The man leaned in close, his breath almost brushing Jiang Yunian’s lips: “Answer me.”
Jiang Yunian would touch him if he looked up, so he could only shrink his chin. “I didn’t…”
“Didn’t what?”
“Didn’t wear a skirt?”
“Or didn’t post it online to seduce men?!”
The opponent was aggressive, like a lunatic who had lost his reason, almost swallowing him whole.
“You’re talking nonsense…” Jiang Yunian retorted. “I didn’t!”
As soon as these words came out, his chin was immediately gripped hard. The man’s face pressed closer and closer. Jiang Yunian tensed his body, stuttering, “You, you don’t mess around… otherwise I… Help—mph!”
Jiang Yunian was instantly stunned; he was forcibly kissed!
The man kissed extremely heavily, fierce and ruthless, grinding until it hurt, like a punishment planned for a long time. Jiang Yunian’s struggles became insignificant.
Unknown how much time passed, he was kissed until his legs went soft, continuously sinking, relying entirely on the other’s arm supporting his waist. A wave of numbness gradually rose in his body, surging downward like a tide. Instinct betrayed reason; it was just a kiss… yet he shamefully had a reaction.
Sensing his abnormality, the man loosened his grip slightly, letting out a mocking sound in the darkness: “Heh.”
Without support, Jiang Yunian slid to the floor, closing his eyes and panting, ashamed to the point of wanting to disappear.
He actually reacted to a pervert…
Just because of a kiss.
Too disappointing!
The man licked his lips as if wanting more, squatted down, and lifted Jiang Yunian’s face. “Just now, you wanted to call your brother to save you?”
Jiang Yunian: “…”
Through the dark curtain, the man could clearly feel his disordered breathing and unbearable shame. He chuckled lightly, crushing his psychological defenses: “Does your brother know you can get hard for other men too?”
“Don’t… stop talking.”
The man insisted on pinching his chin. “Still dare to say you’re a straight man now?”
Jiang Yunian froze.
“Admit it, you have feelings for men too.”
The person in front of him seemed struck by lightning, completely rendered speechless, his gaze falling dully into the void, sinking into endless self-doubt, like falling into an abyss. A twisted pleasure rose in the man’s heart. As if his goal was achieved, he straightened up and took a step back. Taking out the constantly vibrating phone from his pocket, the two large characters “Zhou Shu” flashed in the center of the screen.
The man hung up directly. With pity, he picked up the person on the floor horizontally and placed him gently on the sofa. Watching his curled-up, enduring appearance, he said wickedly, “Need me to help you?”
Jiang Yunian grabbed his waistband and resisted silently; this was his final bottom line.
The man hooked his lips, stood up straight, and looked down at him from above, acting as if regarding his possession: “This is just a small punishment.”
He turned to leave, pausing as he gripped the door handle:
“Remember, you are mine.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
The door slowly closed. Through the final ray of light leaking through the crack, Jiang Yunian gritted his teeth and turned over, only in time to see the heel of the person stepping out.
At the end of the corridor, soothing music played in the private room. Zhou Shu was forcefully holding He Qing on his lap, impatient to get intimate. The door clicked open, and the person in his arms leaped down like a startled fish.
Not having enjoyed enough, Zhou Shu pulled a long face in displeasure. “Acting like I’m having an affair with you? Is it that shameful?”
Saying so, he pulled the person back regardless of consequences. This time he didn’t press him onto his lap but held his waist to fix him by his side. He Qing didn’t have skin as thick as his, nor did he have a fetish for being affectionate in front of people. But someone wished to announce to the whole world that he was taken; it was childish to death. He glared at him, pulled away the hand wandering on his waist, and held it in his own.
Although Zhou Shu was somewhat dissatisfied, seeing He Qing take the initiative to hold his hand, he didn’t fuss about it.
Jiang Yan took a seat on the sofa opposite. His complexion looked good, appearing sated like he had just foraged, with a face full of satisfaction. Zhou Shu curled his lips to tease, telling him to take it easy; if he scared his wifey away, he’d regret it.
Jiang Yan cast a cold glance at He Qing, who was similarly forced into Zhou Shu’s arms, and sneered, seeming to mock that they were birds of a feather—neither should laugh at the other.
He Qing heard something amiss: “What do you mean?”
Jiang Yan didn’t speak, taking a sip of wine. Zhou Shu shrugged, hugging tighter and coaxing, “Those little couple things, need I say? You’ll know tonight.”
Starting again.
He Qing couldn’t stand it and pushed him away to leave.
“Leaving again?” Zhou Shu was unhappy. “How long have we been sitting? Asking you to accompany me is like asking for your life.”
It wasn’t like someone didn’t keep getting handsy regardless of the occasion, never knowing how to write the word ‘shame’.
He Qing couldn’t reason with him and couldn’t be bothered to argue.
“Go back to the hotel with me tonight, and I’ll let you go.” Zhou Shu clamped onto him, taking a step back. He Qing’s ears heated up. Meeting his undisguised expectation, knowing full well what would happen tonight, he still nodded.
Zhou Shu excitedly kissed his cheek, making a loud mwah. It made the listener’s face flush red, angrily and disdainfully wiping away the saliva, turning to leave.
“Wait.”
This time, the one calling for a stop wasn’t Zhou Shu, but the person silently sitting in the corner.
He Qing’s steps paused, and he looked back.
Jiang Yan’s eyelids lifted, scrutinizing him lightly for a moment before getting straight to the point: “You approached him—what is your objective?”
This “him,” all three present tacitly understood to be the same person.
He Qing raised an eyebrow: “I should be asking you that.”
Jiang Yan: “He is my person.”
“I know,” He Qing looked him straight in the eye, neither humble nor arrogant. “But he is also my friend.”
Jiang Yan said indifferently, “Whatever it is, watch your mouth.”
“Hey, you brat, how are you talking to my wifey?” Zhou Shu stood up, blocking in front of He Qing, his tone certain. “Your whereabouts, before you return to the Qi family, will absolutely not be known by a fourth person. You don’t trust him, but you don’t trust me?”
Jiang Yan was silent for a moment, finally saying in a deep voice: “It better be.”
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