Chapter 49: Who Am I?
“Bull… you’re full of… shit…”
Chen Jiamu tried to spit out a curse, but a change in the movement of Li Qi’s hand nearly made him lose his composure.
“Jiamu, you’re so sensitive.”
Seeing the sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to stay silent, Li Qi gave a wicked smile and pressed down, causing Chen Jiamu’s legs to thrash wildly.
Ten minutes later, Li Qi elegantly wiped his hand with a tissue, his gaze doting as he looked at Chen Jiamu’s flushed face.
Chen Jiamu stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind a complete void, the only sound his own ragged breathing.
The heat in his body still burned, slowly eating away at his sanity.
It wasn’t until he felt a heavy weight and a searing touch on his body that he realized Li Qi was now sitting on top of him.
He was leaning down, face to face with him. Their eyes met, and just as Chen Jiamu was about to speak, Li Qi sealed his lips.
He silenced him with a fierce kiss, his tongue crashing through his mouth, brutally plundering what little air was left.
Chen Jiamu could only manage weak, whimpering sounds of protest. Seeing this, Li Qi’s assault slowly softened, his teeth gently nipping at his lips.
A light lick, a soft bite—it wasn’t long before Chen Jiamu’s breathing grew ragged, his legs shifting restlessly.
Li Qi wanted a response, but other than his quickening breath, Chen Jiamu gave him nothing.
He had held back after all. The dose wasn’t strong enough.
“Jiamu, can you really be so cruel?”
Li Qi propped himself up on his hands, trapping Chen Jiamu between his arms. They were face to face, lips brushing against lips. In the space between their breaths, Li Qi thought he heard him swallow.
Chen Jiamu’s eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to give him any reaction at all.
Li Qi chuckled softly. Supporting himself with one hand, he sent the other on a clear mission, finding the sensitive peak on his chest.
A scrape, a rub, a knead, a pinch…
Within moments, Chen Jiamu bit down hard, a low hum escaping his throat. Seeing his chance, Li Qi leaned in and whispered right next to his ear, “Jiamu, open your eyes and look at me, okay?”
“Please, look at me.”
Chen Jiamu had many sensitive spots, and his ears were one of them. He immediately flinched, his eyes half-opening to glare at Li Qi.
Li Qi smirked, cupped his jaw, and kissed him again. Unlike the ferocity from before, this time he was exceptionally gentle.
Releasing his jaw, he continued to stoke the flames. Chen Jiamu’s whole body trembled uncontrollably, but Li Qi refused to give him release.
He couldn’t use his own hands, and the frustration made him bite down hard on Li Qi’s lip. “What the hell are you trying to do?!”
“I want you to beg me, of course.”
Li Qi covered his mouth as he sat up, his smile utterly demonic. Chen Jiamu was so angry he wanted to bite him again but couldn’t reach. They remained in a standoff, but Li Qi wasn’t one to sit idle. He continued to kindle the fire all over Chen Jiamu’s body.
Even though he himself was burning, he waited patiently for Chen Jiamu’s desperate pleas.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, a sob caught in Chen Jiamu’s voice. “Are you sick in the head…?”
The moment Chen Jiamu started to cry, Li Qi’s resolve softened. He leaned down to look him in the eye. The drug had left Chen Jiamu weak, his vision blurry.
The agonizing, bone-deep itch tormenting his body remained unrelieved, and he was on the verge of breaking down and begging. Seeing Li Qi lean over him, he took the initiative, lifting his head. With tears in his eyes, he pleaded, “Please…”
“It hurts so much…”
The first step in taming your prey is to make them surrender to their own desire.
“Who am I?”
“Hmm? Baby? Who am I?”
Li Qi pecked at his lips like a chick, again and again, but never giving him what he craved. All the while, his hands never stopped their torment.
“Li… Li Qi…”
“You… You’re Li Qi!”
Finally unable to bear it, Chen Jiamu screamed Li Qi’s name, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes and soaking the white pillowcase.
“Such a good boy.”
A triumphant smile played on Li Qi’s lips as he rewarded him with a deep kiss. Chen Jiamu received it like a man dying of thirst, desperately taking and sucking.
The wet sounds of their mouths filled the air, accompanied by Chen Jiamu’s low whimpers, like a trapped animal.
Finally satisfied, Chen Jiamu was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. Red marks had formed around his pale wrists.
“You’re satisfied. Now, it’s my turn.”
Li Qi untied the rope around his ankles and lifted his legs.
“Ah!”
As the pain hit, Chen Jiamu tried to kick back in protest, but Li Qi caught his leg, knelt between them, and slowly pushed his way inside.
The threat to follow through to the end was now being realized in the most literal way imaginable.
In an instant, the pain was so intense that Chen Jiamu lost his voice, his mind going blank once more. He forgot to breathe for a moment.
“It’ll be over in a second. It won’t hurt for long.”
Li Qi let out a long, satisfied sigh, while Chen Jiamu could only open his mouth, gasping for air.
Slowly, the pain began to fade, replaced by an indescribable pleasure.
Suddenly, Chen Jiamu hated himself. He was being forced, yet a part of him was actually enjoying it.
“Li Qi… you son of a bitch…”
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