Part 2
28L: It’s not that we don’t want the best for him, it’s that we’re afraid he’s not okay. His previous state… everyone saw it. For things to suddenly become like this, and the other person is clearly from another world—it looks like a trap no matter how you view it. The Cat is just too naive in this regard; he’s too easy to sacrifice himself. If that’s not “love brain,” what is? If that’s not “obsession,” what is?
29L: Gah! Please, stop fighting here. Everyone, go next door to the anonymous sub-forum and have an “impart.” We’ll all be happy. One click to reach—the place in the world that respects different fetishes the most: [Web Link] Whether you like the aloof type or the passionate type, I’m fine with either.
30L: Clicking in, it really is suppressively bad… Is this school a cradle of knowledge? Don’t know. A hotbed for crime? Yes. A quagmire of the fan-creation world? Yes. …
333L: Admin Announcement: The discussion in this thread has repeatedly featured inappropriate speculation. It is now closed. Please speak rationally, respect others’ privacy, and do not use the forum as a place to invent and spread false information.
[Subject] Rational discussion: How to make an aloof lover develop an emotional dependency on you
1L Anonymous User: Seeing the thread next door argue for three hundred posts is hilarious. You can’t even grasp his core needs, so of course you think he’s on a pedestal. Luxury cars, blonde hair, and looks are all surface level. The key lies in breaking his defense mechanisms and touching his underlying trauma. People like our “Cat,” once their weaknesses are observed, will feel intense shame; they are actually the type most likely to fall into a relationship. To explain the underlying logic of “obsession” in layman’s terms? His craving to “be needed” is pathologically strong, whereas most people only stop at “needing him.”
2L: Holy crap, the title… so intense. Update please… I’ve always wanted a taste of this kind of trope, though if I left this sub-forum I’d be chopped into mincemeat.
3L: It’s not that crude. Ah, this kind of first-person perspective… how should I put it? It’s a bit hard to accept. It feels like there’s no love, but I’m really curious. Let me look again… By the way, Jiang-laoshi shouldn’t be that kind of person, right? The kind in the original post?
Anonymous User (Reply to 3L): Of course there is love. Does it matter if he is or isn’t? The point is, haven’t you noticed he resists all equal relationships? After what happened back then, the defense mechanism he constructed is essentially about avoiding the exposure of his true self by infinitely satisfying others. So the key to conquering him isn’t taking, but “feeding”—until he quietly starts taking from you. That is the first step where he won’t be able to leave you.
4L: Crap, I get it. It’s about making the Cat feel like “this person can’t survive without me,” when in reality, the Cat can’t survive without me.
Anonymous User (Reply to 4L): Close, but more cruel: you have to make him believe that only you can accept his most unsightly parts. The focus isn’t on care, but on giving him a new definition of “being needed”—your emotions fluctuate because of him, making him feel you are easy to control. Only then will he lower his guard.
6L: Holy… isn’t this PUA?
Anonymous User (Reply to 6L): Forum rule: No moral judgment. Besides, does he look like someone who could be controlled by clumsy methods?
Anonymous User: First, it’s control through pheromones. Many Omegas don’t want to leave even when treated badly by an Alpha because a physiological dependency is created after deep marking. This is normal. But can a Beta be controlled by pheromones too? Absolutely. Yes, he is just that difficult to control. Without physiological or hormonal help, you simply cannot “soak” his limbs soft, let alone make him fall in love with anyone. I won’t elaborate on the specific process; I don’t want to teach others how to lure and trap. I’ll just share the final successful conclusion. Even a “frigid” person can beg for your favor. During that time, he was obsessed with my pheromones. After a long, tiring day, lying beside him—can you imagine him quietly clutching your clothes, a whole bed’s width away, enduring and letting out soft, low pants? He thought he was hiding it well, too afraid to approach you—that obsessive, infatuated look? Of course, you pretend to sleep beside him. Watch him press his legs together, wait until his voice becomes sweet, and then grab his arm and pull him into your arms. Let him be drowned in the scent of pheromones. At that moment, you will see that intoxicating scene— Saliva slowly leaks from the corner of his mouth, his eyes lose focus, and his bottom line teeters on the edge under physiological manipulation. Long-term “influence” makes his mind fill with that business the moment he smells you. In the process of fighting himself, he loses most of his energy. You don’t need ropes or handcuffs, nor those low-class things like whips. Just the bottomless desire that cannot be satisfied is enough to make him absolutely obedient. Hold him in your arms and kiss him, release more pheromones, and he’ll even instinctively wrap his legs around you so you won’t leave… Like a female mantis killing her husband? No, it’s actually a form of acting spoiled. He will only rest his head on your chest, blinking his gem-like eyes, looking at you with utter adoration. The stronger the scent, the more he likes it. In the end, he won’t be able to leave. You can only take him with you to work, hiding him behind a screen. You can even lead a thin chain connected to the fountain pen you’re using to work. While you sign papers with partners, you can imagine him enduring and biting his lip…
The posts about psychological manipulation became insanely popular as soon as they appeared. Lin Xuan was scrambling to block and delete them, but the threads were unnervingly “evil”—like unsuppressible ghosts, they would reappear on the hot list shortly after vanishing.
He cursed softly under his breath. If only Jiang-laoshi were still at school. With his skills, tracing the person stirring up trouble behind the scenes would be no trouble at all. Unfortunately, Zhaozhao had only made a brief appearance at the school before vanishing again.
On the other side, He Qianyu and Wen Zheng finally had their casts removed and were discharged one after the other. To their surprise, the vacated bed was immediately filled by Shang Yan.
The lake water that day had been bone-chillingly cold, nothing like an indoor heated pool. Shang Yan had swallowed several mouthfuls of dirty water and developed a fever that very night; a suspected infection was even found in his lungs.
He Qianyu and Wen Zheng shared a silent understanding and said nothing about the fight, only realizing in hindsight that Jiang Zhaosheng had clearly been deliberately provoking them that day. The two sneaked over to Shang Yan’s VIP room, peering through the door frame—
Sitting quietly beside the man who was on an IV drip and leaning against the headboard was, surprisingly, Jiang Zhaosheng.
Jiang Zhaosheng was wearing a grey wide-sleeved knit cardigan and a snow-white hoodie. He had his eyes lowered, unhurriedly peeling an apple with a fruit knife.
One had to admit, the scene was peacefully domestic. But since it was Shang Yan and Jiang Zhaosheng, this kind of warmth only made one feel that something was about to happen in the next second.
Sure enough, they heard Shang Yan speak in a raspy voice:
“Zhaozhao, have you noticed? You don’t reject me as much anymore.”
If this wasn’t seeking death, what was?
Outside the crack in the door, He Qianyu and Wen Zheng saw Jiang Zhaosheng’s fingertips pause. The continuous apple peel suddenly trembled and snapped.
Jiang Zhaosheng looked up and flicked the half-peeled apple skin directly onto Shang Yan’s face, as if using the man’s face as a trash can. It was full of humiliating intent:
“Winner of the ‘Disgusting People’ contest. I suggest you say less; a single syringe of air can also send a person on their way.”
Shang Yan didn’t care at all. He pinched the apple skin from his face and tossed it into the trash. His tone was certain: “You won’t kill me.”
“If you leave me, who will provide cover for you?”
Jiang Zhaosheng stood up with his arms crossed. He turned and met the two young faces, beckoning to them:
“Coming in to sit?”
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