Chapter 36: Yuanyuan Dares Not Seduce Other Men Ever Again
“It won’t hurt. Yuanyuan, bear with it. A disobedient thing must be punished before it learns to be good.”
Yu Xiuqingās face wore a chilling smile, as if he were enjoying the sight of his prey struggling in its final moments.
Immediately after, his hand suddenly exerted force. Without another word, he lashed the belt out, whipping it heavily onto the youth’s body!
Crack!
The sound was crisp and loud!
As the belt landed on the fair, tender skin, the flesh beneath the lace trim trembled, and a red welt instantly appeared.
Shen Yuan let out an “Ah!” of a scream. Golden stars flashed before his eyes, and his lips turned blue from the shock.
Yu Xiuqing showed no mercy. He continued to lash out with the belt, his strength incredibly high, as if he wanted to break all the soft and delicate bones in the boy’s body.
He watched as Shen Yuan, dressed in the erotic pajamas, wept piteously under the lashing. A sense of pleasure and excitement surfaced in his eyes.
Within seconds, Shen Yuan was too pained to scream. His semi-exposed chest was already covered in blue and purple bruises.
The small strap on his shoulder slid down, revealing a snow-white, rounded shoulder that emitted an alluring aura.
This seductive, soul-stirring appearance made the man even more excited. The belt in his hand moved with even more force.
However, he deliberately avoided hitting the areas near the collarbone and neck, so as not to cover the crimson hickeys already there.
“Sob… ah… ah!”
Pained wails and the sound of lashing echoed within the narrow, dark storage room, piercing enough to make one’s eardrums ache.
Like a bloodthirsty demon, Yu Xiuqing swung the belt, fiercely lashing at the boy’s delicate frame.
He wanted to vent the jealousy in his heart through this method, easing the stifling frustration within him.
The sound of the wind whipped by the belt was incessant. Shen Yuan felt as if his entire body were on fire from the pain.
Tears rippled and flowed from his eyes. He bit his lip hard, struggling to hold back the sobs that were about to burst out.
“Sob… it hurts… it really hurts! I won’t kick Xiansheng again. Please don’t whip Yuanyuan anymore…”
He pleaded in a raspy, weak voice, appearing piteous to the extreme, yet he still couldn’t buy a shred of sympathy from the man.
Yu Xiuqing lashed him once more with savage force!
The cold leather tore away a small piece of flesh. In an instant, a splash of blood splattered onto the mirror.
Shen Yuanās entire body shuddered violently, his hair flying up. He felt as though his skin had been ripped open.
Yu Xiuqing looked at the bloodstains on the belt and curled his lips in satisfaction. He then brought it to his lips, extending his tongue to slowly lick away the small patch of metallic-tasting blood.
How was it that even his blood was just like Shen Yuanāfragrant, soft, and as sweet as honeyed fruit, making one obsessed and intoxicated?
Through his tear-blurred vision, Shen Yuan vaguely saw a twisted, chilling smile on the man’s lips.
The look was so distorted, as if only by destroying everything could his pathological desires be satisfied.
Shen Yuan was scared out of his wits. He was naturally timid, and now he was weeping like rain: “Don’t hit Yuanyuan… I beg you, don’t hit Yuanyuan… sob.”
Hearing such a soft, delicate cry, the violent side of Yu Xiuqingās heart was easily triggered.
His breathing grew heavy. An ill-intentioned smile appeared in his deep eyes. He then reached out and pressed the switch on the massage chair, forcing Shen Yuan to be flipped over.
“X-Xiansheng… what do you want to do? Sob… you bastard, don’t treat me like this anymore!”
Shen Yuan was thrown into a panic. His chest was forced against the seat cushion, and the wounds that had already lost skin split further under the pressure.
As blood seeped out, he tried to curl his body in pain, only to be forcefully pinned down by the mechanical arms.
Yu Xiuqing sneered, his lips curling. His arms, with veins bulging, braced against the armrests on both sides. His tall figure loomed over the shivering youth on the chair like a predator.
He leaned down and bit the youthās slender neck, biting with great force, as if punishing his betrayal and rejection.
“Hmm? Yuanyuan, who did you call a bastard?”
“Ah… pain… you madman! Let me go… hmph… Xiansheng is a big bastard!”
Shen Yuan struggled incessantly, but how could he match the strength of a strong, grown man?
“I’m a bastard? In that tiny heart of yours, is it only Zhou Xuyan who counts as ‘perfect’?”
The man’s magnetic voice swept past his ear with a demonic softness, making him shiver instinctively.
In the past, Mister Yu had been perfect in his heart as well, but that was in the past.
The current Mister Yu…
Was terrifyingly powerful.
Shen Yuan closed his eyes in fear, wishing he could bury his small head into the massage chair. But his small temper was sparked by the man, and he muttered back:
“Hmph… s-so what if he is?”
Hearing this, Yu Xiuqing felt a flash of surprise, followed by a terrifyingly dark expression. In an instant, all his possessiveness and dissatisfaction surged like a storm.
He made the expensive black leather belt let out a “crack” as he snapped it, then lashed it onto the youth without hesitation.
“Does Yuanyuan baby still dare to hook up with other men behind my back?!”
He lashed as he asked fiercely, his expression looking exactly like a completely erupted tyrant. The force in his hand increased unconsciously.
“Ah…!”
Shen Yuan cried out in pain, tears streaming down. He twisted his body desperately to avoid the belt, but it was useless; instead, he was beaten even harder!
He turned his head with difficulty, his gaze helpless and despairing as he looked at the wicked, sinister eyes behind him. He could only plead incoherently: “I… I don’t dare anymore!”
“Don’t dare what? Say it yourself, Yuanyuan!”
Yu Xiuqingās emotions were high, his eyes full of bloodvessels. It was as if he had lost his reason, leaving only cruel desire!
“Sob… Xiansheng, stop hitting me. Yuanyuan will n-never dare seduce men ever again…”
The youth sobbed until he was breathless, his small, thin frame trembling like a willow branch in the wind.
“Does Yuanyuan baby still dare to run away while I’m away from the manor? Hmm?!”
“I don’t dare, sob… Yuanyuan will stay obediently in this little room, I won’t run around anymore…”
Crack! Crack!
Two heavy lashes landed on the boy’s back. Yu Xiuqing panted heavily, irritably tugging at his tie as he barked:
“Does Yuanyuan baby still dare to resist me?! Do you still dare to call another man ‘Brother’?!”
With every question, a blood-red whip mark was left on that smooth back, and the sexy pink nightdress was beaten out of shape by the belt.
“Don’t… dare… anymore…”
Shen Yuan was now at his last gasp. His dry lips murmured, repeating “don’t dare” over and over.
His eyes were severely swollen. He wanted to cry, but his throatāfilled with a metallic rust tasteācould no longer make a sound.
He couldn’t even manage to weep; he only felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered into a thousand pieces.
In the narrow space, aside from the muffled thud of the belt hitting skin, the youth’s pleas could no longer be heard.
He just lay motionless on the massage chair, his back a bloody mess. With new wounds added to old ones, he completely fainted away, looking like a cold corpse.
After an unknown number of lashes, Yu Xiuqing finally noticed that the voiceāso weak it was like a mosquitoās humāhad vanished. Only then did he slowly stop the belt.
Looking at the disheveled, bloody Shen Yuan, the terrifying red in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by reason.
Dead…? Or fainted?
Yu Xiuqingās face appeared slightly panicked. His fingers hanging at his side curled, and then he quickly tossed the belt aside.
He hurriedly lifted the youth from the massage chair. Tense, he flipped him over, only to find that the beautiful, soft little face was devoid of color and showed no sign of life!
He extended his trembling, cold fingers to check his breath. Fortunately, there was still a faint, weak breath.
“As long as you’re not dead.”
Yu Xiuqing breathed a slight sigh of relief. He put one hand around Shen Yuanās waist, holding him lovingly in his arms.
“Yuanyuan is still more well-behaved when asleep. If you had admitted your mistake earlier, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.”
He gazed deeply at the piteous youth in his arms. He reached out to gently brush the stray hairs from the boy’s forehead, revealing a smooth brow, and placed a kiss on it.
An inexplicable heat spread through his body; as long as he had physical contact with Shen Yuan, he couldn’t control himself.
Especially a Shen Yuan wearing erotic pajamas!
Yu Xiuqingās gaze gradually grew dark.
His chest rose and fell with slight urgency. His thin lips pressed against the youth’s forehead, sliding down to the small bridge of his nose, then to those two pink and soft cherry lips.
His breath hitched. Then he kissed them forcefully, his tongue easily prying open Shen Yuanās closed teeth. He wanted to entangle with him fiercely, only to find the other was motionless, having no strength left to resist or respond.
There were only cold lips for him to ravage.
Yu Xiuqing felt a metallic taste fill his mouth. He immediately released Shen Yuan with disgust, his interest completely gone.
Though such a quiet little thing was obedient and didn’t make noise, it was, after all, boring. Without the fear and struggle, the pleasure and satisfaction were instantly diminished.
“Hah…”
He exhaled a heavy, warm breath against the youth’s cheek. His tongue licked the dried tear tracks at the corner of the boy’s eye.
They were a bit salty, but he liked them.
Yu Xiuqing straightened up, carefully placing the unconscious person back onto the massage chair. He then took his phone from his pocket and called Gu Lanxiao.
The other side picked up quickly: “Hello?”
Yu Xiuqing said nonchalantly: “Come to the Yu house. My Yuanyuan seems to be in a bit of pain; come and treat him.”
The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, appearing used to it. No questions were asked; the reply was simply: “Okay.”
Hanging up the phone, Yu Xiuqing irritably rubbed his temples. When his eyes opened again, the surging pathology and madness from before were gone, leaving only coldness.
He leaned down slightly, his palm gently stroking the youth’s delicate cheek, his eyes flickering with a thick “love”:
“Yuanyuan is so timid; you must be afraid of the dark, right? It’s fine. Iāve already called Doctor Gu over. I believe it won’t be long before Yuanyuan can wake up and accompany me again.”
Twenty minutes later.
“Sanye, Doctor Gu has arrived.”
Qi Yunzhao lightly knocked on the storage room door.
The man’s permission came from within: “Come in.”
Qi Yunzhao quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open. He stood respectfully to the side, making a gesture of invitation:
“Doctor Gu, Sanye is waiting for you inside.”
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