Chapter 2: Disobedient and In Need of Discipline
“Stand in the corner. Ten minutes.” Liang Yuhang was utterly cold as he picked him up, set him against the wall, and turned to lie back on the bed.
Only as his vision pulled back did Mu Feng clearly see his surroundings.
The warm glow of the laboratory had been replaced by a clinical, cold white light. There were dark blue curtains, orderly bookshelves, a pristine large bed, and—the man lying on it.
His hair was slightly damp, his shoulders broad and his waist narrow. There was an old scar on his full pectoral muscles, and two deep V-lines leading down his abdomen. His long legs were lazily extended, hidden by nothing, completely unashamed.
Liang Yuhang… you’re this thrilling when you take your clothes off? Do you have something on your mind that makes you wear so many layers usually?
With a handsome man right in front of him, Mu Feng couldn’t care less about standing in the corner. He hurriedly tried to flounder forward, but being a cat for the first time, his balance was off, and he fell flat on his back with all four paws in the air.
“Stand still. Don’t move.”
Liang Yuhang seemed to be busy; he didn’t even look up. A pair of semi-rimless gold wire glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Placed on a face of such master-class quality, they gave him a somewhat “refined scoundrel” allure.
Holy crap, I really turned into a cat.
Mu Feng held up his paws, propping up his slightly heavy cat head, and stared straight at Liang Yuhang, whom he had never been able to observe like this before. He felt like this moment was a hallucination induced by eating undercooked mushrooms.
Is the Bodhisattva this easy to talk to?
If I’d known, I would have made a bolder wish. Like… battling Liang Yuhang thirty thousand times. Hmm, that’s a bit low. One hundred thousand times?
Mu Feng bent his waist and rolled over with immense delight, his movements soft and agile, the golden bell around his neck jingling silently.
“Why are you squirming?” Liang Yuhang set his laptop aside and walked toward him again.
Mu Feng felt dizzy as he jerked his head up, watching him approach. From this angle, Liang Yuhang was terrifyingly huge.
Then, his neck was pinched again by that hand he had fantasized about countless times.
” digging through trash cans at night to steal food, and now barking and fidgeting—what exactly do you want to do?” Liang Yuhang applied a slight pressure, effortlessly lifting the kitten and pressing him against the wall.
It was Mu Feng’s first time touching him. He was so nervous, his head spinning from the overwhelming sense of control washing over him.
Feeling it again, it was truly just like his countless dreams—so good he could ascend to heaven.
I’m being good, he answered subconsciously. Master.
Hearing a few meows, Liang Yuhang lightened his grip, his thumb rubbing the back of the cat’s neck. “Mn. Stand properly. I’ll reward you in a bit.”
At those words, the dirty thoughts in Mu Feng’s mind launched like a rocket.
Being held by that large hand with its defined knuckles, the warmth of those fingers lingering on his skin—his heart was beating so fast it was about to jump out of his throat. As a king of theoretical talk, he was about to die from lack of oxygen right there.
So, he stood ramrod straight, using his body language to show the other party exactly what “obedient” meant.
Liang Yuhang smiled. That face, usually so cold, softened its sharp edges. His pitch-black eyelashes lowered, giving the illusion of a lover’s gaze.
He praised, “Good baby.”
Mu Feng felt like he was going to drown in those words.
The reward after punishment was indeed sweet.
Liang Yuhang withdrew his hand, very satisfied with his obedience, and lay back on the bed to continue his unfinished work.
Five minutes wasn’t long.
In this brief interval, Mu Feng scrutinized the other man unscrupulously.
His mind was filled with the fact that in a moment, he would be sharing a bed with Liang Yuhang, pressing intimately against him.
Once their relationship got a little better, he could push his luck, cross the line, and go straight for the target.
If Mu Feng died the next day…
It would definitely be from a fatal overdose of mental pleasure.
“Time is up. Come here.” Liang Yuhang tapped the edge of the bed. His articulated fingers rested on the dark sheets, looking full of controlling power.
Receiving the command, Mu Feng charged toward the bed with a stride, forgetting that he no longer had his long legs. He missed, hit the side of the bed with a thud, and fell down.
Mu Feng, who usually had excellent body proportions: “…”
This cat’s legs are seriously short.
Lying on his back, he thought he would need some time to adapt to walking on all fours. It was quite difficult, possessing the rustic aesthetic of returning to a primitive ape-like state.
Liang Yuhang rolled to the foot of the bed, looking down at him from above with a teasing smile. “How did you get so stupid?”
Mu Feng thought indignantly: A person with 1.2-meter long legs like you will never understand the pain of a short-legged cat.
Meow meow meow meow meow meow!
You could hear the indignation.
Liang Yuhang lowered his eyes. Mumu was a bit too noisy today, but surprisingly, he didn’t hate it.
He reached out, picked the cat up from the foot of the bed, lay back against the headboard, and casually placed the cat on his own body.
His skin was dark, making the cat look even whiter.
“Next time, you aren’t allowed to rummage through the trash can,” Liang Yuhang lectured. “You are a house cat with an owner. You have to learn to eat at set times.”
Don’t understand. Rummage what? These pecs are so good to touch.
Such a deep scar. It looks like it hurt like hell. Would a kiss make it feel better?
Mu Feng carefully moved his paws, softly and lightly treading on his chest. Once, then again.
Liang Yuhang was displeased with his reaction and reached out to pinch the kitten’s chin. “Did you hear me? Answer.”
Mu Feng stared straight at the water droplets on his body that hadn’t dried yet, his throat dry. I heard you.
Liang Yuhang was a good owner who believed in clear rewards and punishments. He praised him again: “Good.”
Mu Feng thought to himself, I’m a cat right now. Doing a little something to him shouldn’t count as harassment.
What bad intentions could a kitty possibly have?
So, he slowly lowered his head, wanting to suck away those few undried water droplets and soothe that old scar.
But before he could touch it, his cat tongue was caught by calloused fingers.
Liang Yuhang looked down, his brow furrowing very slightly, his voice indifferent. “What do you want to do now? Why can’t you settle down for even a second?”
Isn’t it obvious? Being controlled, Mu Feng could only make muffled noises.
Liang Yuhang understood his intent. He applied pressure with his fingertips, his palm pushing against the round little head. “No.”
Mu Feng watched helplessly as the water droplet was about to drip down. He waved his paws, struggling anxiously, but compared to the other’s strength, his resistance was simply negligible.
Liang Yuhang just looked at him, thinking he was truly being naughty, and admonished him, “You’re understanding the rules less and less. You aren’t allowed on the bed tonight.”
I won’t listen! Please, take back what you just said. Mu Feng felt like the sky was falling. He bared his fangs and claws, his entire fluffy body puffing up a whole size in his agitation.
Liang Yuhang grabbed him, intending to put him on the edge of the bed, his tone very strict. “Get down.”
I won’t. The kitten today was not like its usual self; it was not docile at all, but extremely rebellious.
In a moment of desperation, Mu Feng turned his head and bit down on the web of Liang Yuhang’s hand. The moment the man let go due to the pain, he successfully escaped the restraint.
Then he lowered his head, chasing that rolling water droplet as it slid down the waist and abdomen.
Liang Yuhang let out a muffled groan as the dense, tiny barbs natural to a feline’s tongue rasped recklessly across his skin.
He was finally a little riled up. This cat needed an education.
He raised his hand, pressing down on the back of the kitten’s neck and forcing it onto his body, allowing no resistance. His voice was deep and ruthless.
“You like rubbing against me, right? Come on, rub all you want.”
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