Chapter 35: I Love Your Legs, and I Love You
That voice was like a long-dormant beast striking directly at his soul. Shen Yuan’s muddled mind cleared instantly, and he was scared out of his wits by the man’s seemingly gentle actions.
The world before him gradually came into focus, and a peerlessly handsome face immediately filled his vision.
The man wore a black sweater, revealing a small portion of his fair, slender arms, which accentuated his tight, powerful muscles. His physique was even better than that of a professional model.
But what Shen Yuan saw was the intense murderous intent hidden within those dark, deep phoenix eyes.
That killing intent was like a predator looking at a newborn lamb, making his entire body break out in a cold sweat.
He gritted his teeth, his cheeks flushing a deep red, his expression terrified to the extreme. His eyes were veiled with a thin layer of mist, appearing as blurred as if he were under a spell.
“I… I don’t dare anymore… Xiansheng, I beg you, please don’t torture me anymore. It’s hard… it hurts…”
His voice was soft and delicate, sounding like a mix of acting spoiled and pleading. To the man’s ears, it felt even more tingly and numbing.
“Is that so? But I don’t feel any discomfort.”
Yu Xiuqing’s low laughter echoed through the room, carrying an indescribable sense of evil.
As he spoke, he brought a cigarette to his lips and took a long drag. The tobacco stimulated the taste buds in his throat, making him feel much better, though the irritability in his heart only intensified.
How could Mister Yu feel uncomfortable?
The person being tortured half to death was him!
Shen Yuan’s beautiful large eyes stared helplessly, tears of grievance constantly sliding down his cheeks.
He looked exceptionally piteous and moving at this moment, his soft, white face turning somewhat pale from crying.
Seeing the youth so captivating, Yu Xiuqing raised an eyebrow, his gaze deepening. He carelessly tossed the cigarette butt to the floor and crushed it with his foot.
He leaned down, placing another deep kiss on his neck. His cold index finger gently hooked under the youth’s pointed chin, a raspy laugh escaping his throat:
“Yuanyuan baby, tell me, do you like the way you look right now? Isn’t it very beautiful?”
Faced with this inexplicable question, Shen Yuan was a bit dazed, only able to stare blankly at the man before him.
He stopped sobbing, his round large eyes crystalline and moist, not understanding why Mister Yu would ask him this.
But immediately after, Shen Yuan heard the crisp “snap” of a strap, followed by a sudden pain in his shoulder.
“Ah…!”
He cried out in pain, his small face twisting into a knot.
Yu Xiuqing gazed deeply at the youth, his palm stroking the delicate, smooth skin as he murmured:
“Yuanyuan, do you know how much you attract me right now? Don’t you want to see what you look like?”
Shen Yuan had already begun to recoil from that palm. He shrank his neck in fear, his small head shaking frantically.
He didn’t want to know, not in the slightest…
A trace of wicked playfulness flashed in Yu Xiuqing’s eyes. With a smile on his lips, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, then stepped aside to reveal a bright full-length mirror behind him.
Shen Yuan looked up and was instantly stunned.
In the mirror, he was currently bound to the massage chair, and he was actually wearing a pink lace nightdress!
The nightdress was made of semi-transparent gauze, making the faint scenery of his body visible.
The bodice was constructed with gradient lace, oozing sensuality. Large patches of skin on his chest were exposed—snow-white and tender, as if formed from the highest quality milk.
His two snow-white, well-proportioned legs were tightly encased in black silk stockings, appearing soft and elastic.
Yu Xiuqing stared at the sexy “doll” in the mirror. His eyes were deep and dark, a fierce flame burning within them, looking like a starving beast.
He truly loved this toy more and more.
He was breathtakingly beautiful.
He could never see enough.
He truly wanted to imprison this person by his side day and night, to cherish and ravage him properly, so that Shen Yuan would never be able to leave him!
But Shen Yuan had no idea what kind of golden cage the man was plotting to lock him in.
He looked in disbelief at his reflection—wearing erotic pajamas, his small mouth painted with lipstick, his pure and youthful face filled with a panic-stricken expression.
Why did Mister Yu dress him like this?!
This… this was too shameful!
Although this man had coaxed him into wearing strange clothes before, those were always pajamas with cute patterns; none had ever been as revealing as this!
Mister Yu was truly too wicked!
He was actually making him lose face like this!
Shen Yuan’s cheeks were crimson, his face burning as if scorched by fire. He looked up at the man in anger, only to find that the arc of the latter’s smirk made his hair stand on end.
He instantly swallowed his angry words, not daring to speak for fear of provoking the demon before him.
“Do you like it? Yuanyuan.”
Yu Xiuqing coaxed softly. Though his cold phoenix eyes were filled with “tender” affection, they also held an unprovoked sense of danger.
He reached out and firmly gripped the youth’s trembling shoulders, forcing him to meet his gaze. His burning eyes were filled with intense desire and expectation.
Shen Yuan’s large eyes were wide and round, tear tracks still lingering on his cheeks. His watery eyes appeared innocent and piteous, and his heart hammered wildly.
“N-no… I don’t like it…”
He shook his head in terror, his eyes rimmed with red. He looked at Yu Xiuqing piteously, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak clearly, appearing utterly terrified.
Slap!
Yu Xiuqing ruthlessly slapped the youth’s left cheek. His handsome face turned distorted and terrifying with rage, showing none of the previous gentleness.
He pinched Shen Yuan’s jaw with force, forcing him to look directly at him. His tone was as cold as ice:
“I’ll ask one more time. Do you like it or not?!”
With this slap, Shen Yuan nearly cried out from the grievance.
He bit his lip, a look of struggle flashing in his eyes, but in the end, he couldn’t hold it back and burst into tears.
He wept with blurred eyes, forced to go against his heart to appease the man’s words:
“L-like! I like it!”
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiuqing finally smiled with satisfaction.
“Good boy. Don’t cry. It doesn’t hurt.”
He lifted his finger, gently wiping the tears from the youth’s face, his movements as tender as if he were soothing a child.
“I knew you would like it.”
After saying that, he half-knelt. His large hand easily grasped Shen Yuan’s long leg.
The person on the massage chair instinctively recoiled, trying to break free, but the man lifted one leg and draped it over his own shoulder.
Yu Xiuqing held it forcefully, tilting his head to admire the snow-white, slender, and seemingly boneless long leg before him.
He couldn’t help but lightly bite and suck on it, moving from the soft inner thigh all the way down to the instep, continuing uncontrollably.
Forced to endure such a heart-stopping action, Shen Yuan’s small face turned completely red.
He bit his lip, enduring the humiliation and fear. He tried to pull his foot back with all his might, but the man’s strength was too great; he couldn’t move an inch.
“Yuanyuan, do you know how much I love your feet? I love them so much I want to cut these legs off, turn them into specimens, and keep them for myself forever.”
Yu Xiuqing looked at the beautiful long legs with obsession and greed. His deep, magnetic voice was full of seduction.
But that tone was laced with a thick sense of ruthlessness and malice, making it sound as if he truly would do it in the next second!
He was a pervert.
A pervert with a foot fetish.
A pervert who liked seeing people in dresses.
Shen Yuan’s legs shook violently. Looking into the man’s eyes, goosebumps broke out all over his body.
He was truly afraid…
Afraid that Mister Yu would truly cut off his legs!
He didn’t want to become a cripple without legs!
An overwhelming, thick panic enveloped Shen Yuan, making him afraid to even breathe too heavily.
Yu Xiuqing seemed to sense the pain and terror in his eyes, and the twisted sense of excitement in his heart grew even more frantic.
He gently kneaded the youth’s pink toes, his palm sliding all the way up from the dainty jade-like foot to cover the boy’s slender, fair ankle.
“Don’t be afraid, Yuanyuan. Such beautiful legs only reveal their sexiness when they are on your body.”
Yu Xiuqing leaned down and kissed his ankle. His eyes were bloodshot, swirling with a pathological deep affection: “I won’t cut them off. I love them, and I love you.”
“B-bad man!”
Shen Yuan’s face was flushed with shame. He pulled his leg back desperately, tears falling like a breached dam.
Such “love” left him feeling suffocated.
He would never again believe in the love spoken by this man!
Shen Yuan’s eyes were tightly shut, and his legs and feet developed a fierce reaction to the man’s touch.
Perhaps because he was too afraid, he didn’t even think before kicking the man squarely in the face!
“Hiss…!”
Yu Xiuqing let out a low grunt of pain, but he remained motionless. However, those eyes—originally as deep as the sea—were now incredibly dark, a storm-like rage brewing within them that made one shiver at a glance.
“Shen Yuan, are you looking for death?”
His words sounded as if they were squeezed through his teeth, radiating a thick chill and murderous intent.
Shen Yuan was terrified. His small face turned white in an instant. For a moment, he didn’t dare move, and he had no idea where he had gotten the courage to actually kick Mister Yu!
“S… sorry…”
He stammered an explanation, his head hanging extremely low, not daring to look at the man’s terrifying eyes.
He had been too impulsive!
Mister Yu cared about his appearance; he was going to be killed!
Yu Xiuqing stood up, looking down at him coldly. His obsidian-like pupils were now replaced by a chilling crimson.
Shen Yuan actually dared to resist him?!
He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Looking at the panicked, helpless youth, he let out a cold laugh. He then pulled the black leather belt from his waist and snapped it twice with a sharp motion.
Seeing the belt glinting with a silver light, Shen Yuan was struck with horror. He instinctively tugged at the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, but it was useless. He could only wail hysterically for mercy:
“I… I was wrong! Sob… Xiansheng, please, don’t hit Yuanyuan, sob…”
Yu Xiuqing toyed with the belt in his hand, his eyes fixed on the tear-streaked boy. He frowned slightly, sounding accusatory:
“But Yuanyuan was a bit disobedient just now. You actually dared to resist me? I’m quite angry now.”
Shen Yuan was scared out of his wits, shaking his head frantically. It took a long time for him to stammer out a sentence:
“Sob… Yuanyuan didn’t mean to kick Xiansheng… I beg Xiansheng not to use the belt to whip Yuanyuan…”
Translator’s Note
Oh boy… the “pajama” scene is such a staple of these types of stories. It’s meant to humiliate the shou while showing the gong’s obsession. Yuanyuan (緣緣) is a cute nickname derived from Shen Yuan’s name. Also, when Yu Xiuqing mentions Nangang (南港), he’s referring to the city where the story takes place.
Next chapter is even more “dog-blood”—the belt is out, and the psychological warfare is peaking. Grab some tissues!
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