Chapter 1: I Didnât Seduce Anyone
“I didn’t seduce the Young Master…”
From within the Yu family manor came the muffled sounds of a leather whip lashing against skin, accompanied by heart-wrenching cries for mercy.
Shen Yuan knelt on the floor, his upper body bare. His face was swollen from being struck, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His snow-white back was a map of bloody, jagged whip marks.
His thin, narrow shoulders trembled slightly, and the muscles in his delicate, pale neck were taut. Between his clenched, crimson lips, piteous whimpers continuously escaped, sounding like the weak wails of a wounded animal.
Shen Yuan didn’t understand why, upon waking up, he found the Young Master of the Yu family lying in bed with him, clothes in disarray…
And this scandalous scene just happened to be witnessed by everyone in the Yu family, including the man standing behind him with a dark, brooding expression!
His most beloved Mister Yuâthe Eldest Young Master of the Yu family, the man who had rescued him from the abyssâwas now filled with rage, refusing to listen to a single word of his explanation.
Crack!!
The whip lashed down cruelly against Shen Yuan’s back once more.
The strike left him numb, his consciousness beginning to blur.
Yu Xiuqing gripped the long whip in his palm. His fingers, encased in black leather gloves, tightened. His eyes, deep as the ocean, were clouded with gloom, yet his breathtakingly handsome, demonic face maintained a chilling, almost calm indifference.
It was as if he weren’t whipping a human being, but a mere beast.
His cold, sharp gaze flickered toward the trembling youth at his feet. “Speak. How many times have you seduced him now?”
The man’s voice was as cold as frost. Though it possessed its usual deep, magnetic indifference, to Shen Yuanâs ears, it felt like an ice pick stabbing deep into his chest.
Subconscious terror made him shake violently. It took a long time of shivering before he could force a few words from his throat: “Xiansheng… I… I didn’t seduce anyone…”
Born with a mild intellectual disability, his reactions were slow, and he couldn’t even speak fluently. He could only repeat that single sentence; despite the immense grievance filling his heart, he lacked the words to express it.
Even his left ear had a perforated eardrum from being slapped too many times. Not only was his cheek flushed red, but his hearing had severely declined, making him nearly deaf on that side…
Furthermore, the nails on his ten fingers had been torn off one by one, exposing the raw, bright red flesh beneath.
Shen Yuan couldn’t understand. He had done nothing; he hadn’t even initiated a conversation with the Young Master. Why were they treating him like this? Why must they torture him incessantly?
He only knew that it hurt so much, and he felt so sad. Even the only man in this house he could rely on was no longer on his side. Tears of grievance began to fall in large droplets.
Whipped until his spine curved like a stray dog, Shen Yuan knelt piteously at the man’s feet.
He tilted his pale, flushed little face upward, opening eyes blurred with tears. He reached out a bloodied, mangled hand, looking at the tall, cold man before him with profound hurt:
“Xiansheng… it hurts so much…”
“Oh? Is that so?”
A contemptuous remark slowly escaped those thin lips. Yu Xiuqing lightly lifted the toe of his military boot, pressing it against the youth’s fair chin. He forced the boy’s face up, compelling him to look him in the eye.
That soft, pink face was stained with tear tracks, and his eyes were severely swollen. Those piteous, beautiful eyes were filled with panic. His small mouth was tightly shut, his teeth digging into his reddened lips, looking every bit the victim of cruel bullying.
Yu Xiuqing narrowed his long, phoenix eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as a flicker of burning, twisted desire surged in the depths of his gaze.
It was precisely this faceâinnocent, pure, yet unconsciously alluringâthat ignited a deep sense of aggression within him. He wanted nothing more than to ravage and toy with him ruthlessly.
Yet, while he was at the hospital accompanying his unconscious beloved, he had received a phone call informing him that the little male servant he had adopted was fooling around with his worthless younger brother!
The little rose he had spent so much effort and money to nourish actually dared to betray him in his own house…
At that thought, the corners of Yu Xiuqing’s mouth twitched slightly. Although there wasn’t much emotional fluctuation on his face, the spark of lust in his eyes had turned into ice.
If he wouldn’t admit it, then he would whip him until he confessed his mistake.
He suddenly kicked away the youth crawling at his feet and raised the long whip. Crack! Crack! The lash fell mercilessly onto the boy’s tender body.
The shadows of the whip rose and fell, carrying with them the scent of blood.
“Ah…!!”
A shrill scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire manor.
The pain of the whipping, combined with the agony of his mangled fingers, made Shen Yuan roll on the floor. He curled into a tiny ball, clutching his head and crying as if his heart were being torn out.
Suddenly, a sweet taste filled his mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Sitting on the sofa, the Yu familyâs Young Master, Yu Beikuo, flinched at the sound of the whip, his drunken stupor clearing slightly.
He hid behind his mother, Jiang Rou, watching the mangled youth on the floor. He felt a twinge of pity for that snow-white, jade-like body, and secretly cursed his brother, who had returned from the military, for being truly ruthless.
Jiang Rou stood with her arms crossed, looking down with eyes full of disdain and loathing. she complained:
“I told you, Xiuqing, you shouldn’t have brought back such a vixen in the first place. Not only is he slow-witted, but heâs also a troublemaker. He’s worse than a dog. What use is he?”
With his mother backing him up, Yu Beikuo grew bolder: “Exactly, Brother. He’s just a worthless fool anyway. Why don’t you just give him to me to play with…”
The moment those words left his mouth, a sharp whip suddenly lashed toward the sofa. A tear instantly appeared on the leather cushion.
The mother and son were both startled by the sudden movement. Yu Beikuo cried out in alarm and fell to the floor.
“Get out.”
Yu Xiuqing spat out the words coldly.
Shen Yuan, unable to endure the whipping, had already lost consciousness. His small face was a terrifying shade of white.
The man removed his military jacket and wrapped it around the youth. He then leaned down, picked him up, and walked upstairs.
Behind him, Mother Yu said indignantly, “This house belongs to your brother too! Where do you expect us to go!”
Bedroom.
Yu Xiuqing sat by the edge of the bed. His long, clean fingers dipped into some ointment, which he then applied gently to the youth’s wounds.
His movements could be described as tender and meticulous, as if he were handling a piece of fragile porcelain.
The tender skin quickly flushed red as the ointment was rubbed in. Although the bloody whip marks looked starkly out of place against the beautiful body, he was very satisfied.
There were very few things in this world that could catch Master Yu’s eye; Shen Yuan happened to be one of them.
Two years ago, he had spent two billion at an underground auction to purchase this canary and kept him as a male servant in the Yu household.
Although his IQ was lower than average, he was a rare intersex individual. He could play the piano, compose music, and his looks bore a slight resemblance to the white moonlight Yu Xiuqing had loved in his youth.
But a lowly plaything could never compare to the person in his heart.
The cold sensation and stinging pain jolted Shen Yuan awake. Opening his eyes, the man’s handsome face came into view, but a tender yet demon-like smile hung on his lips.
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