Chapter 246: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter’s Realistic Doll (9)

Chapter 246: The Overactive Inner Monologue of a Mad Painter's Realistic Doll (9)

Song Chuyi's lips were tightly closed, with no sign of opening.

But Ji Feng wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

He reached out and gripped Yi Yi's jaw, forcing him to open his mouth and shoving the small piece of apple in.

Ji Feng guided his jaw to chew.

The doll's teeth were made of high-tech materials, with a biting force similar to that of an adult.

So, with Ji Feng's assistance, that small piece of apple was indeed crushed.

A look of satisfaction crossed Ji Feng's face, "Yi Yi is so obedient."

He extended his index finger, reaching into Yi Yi's mouth to remove the residue inside.

"Unfortunately, for Yi Yi, this apple is poison."

He smiled as he wiped Yi Yi's mouth, "Don’t you dare swallow it."

He seemed to be caught between reality and fantasy, making it unclear whether he truly believed this or was just pretending.

Song Chuyi really wanted to swallow it.

Although it was just an apple, once it was in his mouth, why spit it out?

But Ji Feng, without a second thought, directly scooped it all out.

Luckily, it was just an apple.

If it had been a juicy chicken leg that entered his mouth and was scooped out by Ji Feng, he might have cried on the spot.

Song Chuyi grumbled to himself, while Ji Feng's men brought several large boxes into the yard.

He peeked and found that they were all clothes.

These must be the clothes Ji Feng had bought for him.

He was looking forward to it; wearing only shorts every day was really uncomfortable.

After Ji Feng's men left, only the two of them remained in the yard.

Ji Feng opened the first box, filled with shirts.

There were various styles and colors of shirts, resembling the wardrobe of a high-powered executive.

Ji Feng picked up a light gray shirt and slipped it onto Yi Yi.

These clothes were tailored to Yi Yi's size, so they fit perfectly.

But Ji Feng, looking at Yi Yi in the light gray shirt, sensed something wasn’t quite right.

He thought for a moment, then unbuttoned the shirt and left two buttons mismatched.

The top two buttons were left undone, exposing a sliver of pale skin.

It was still the same shirt, but now it carried a different vibe.

Ji Feng stood in front of Yi Yi and suddenly smacked Yi Yi's butt.

"Yi Yi, you're tempting me again."

Song Chuyi: ...

I told you, this isn't how you seduce someone!

Ji Feng's large hand smacked Yi Yi's butt several times, until his palm turned red, before he finally pulled back.

"Hmph, tempting me has its consequences."

He pushed Song Chuyi onto a chair, leaned down, and kissed him.

Ten minutes later, he pulled away, satisfied.

"We've got a lot of clothes to try on today, so no more tempting me, got it?"

Ji Feng grabbed Yi Yi's head and gave it a couple of firm nods.

"Yi Yi nodded obediently."

"Good, now let's try on some other clothes."

Ji Feng opened the second box, filled with all sorts of pants.

Inside were suit pants, jeans, and sports shorts.

Ji Feng grabbed a pair of suit pants and helped Yi Yi into them.

The suit pants hugged Yi Yi's legs, making them look straight and slender.

The slightly swollen butt from the spanking filled out the suit pants, making them look firm and round.

A satisfied gleam flashed in Ji Feng's eyes.

But in seconds, his expression darkened again.

"Is Yi Yi only good at tempting people?"

Song Chuyi: ...

Enough, he'd had enough.

Ji Feng, please hurry up and turn him into a human; he can't take this mute life anymore!

He might as well become a coffee tree.

Ji Feng sneered, raised his left hand, and said, "Yi Yi, look, we're always chained together."

"We're only going to be together, so even if you wanted to tempt others, it's impossible."

As he spoke, his eyes grew colder, and he smacked Yi Yi's butt again.

"Not allowed!"

"You're not allowed to even think about tempting others."

Song Chuyi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Ji Feng frowned, as if noticing something, and leaned in closer to Yi Yi's face.

He lifted Yi Yi's eyelids, revealing the pure black pupils beneath.

Yi Yi's pupils were strikingly beautiful, a rare and pure black unlike anything else in the world.

But he thought he caught a glimpse of the whites of Yi Yi's eyes, as if Yi Yi were rolling them.

Ji Feng frowned, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Suddenly, he scooped up Yi Yi and dashed to the studio.

After setting him down, he grabbed a paintbrush, his expression focused yet intense.

Song Chuyi stood nearby, casting a curious glance.

This time, Ji Feng's painting had a pure white background.

In the painting, a young man knelt on the ground, his shirt drenched in broad swathes of blood.

The young man's left index finger hooked his mouth, tugging it outward.

His right hand rested on his thigh, fingers taut and bent at an unnatural angle.

His thumb was tinged with red, while the tips of his other fingers were unnaturally pale.

Vivid, bold colors splashed from the young man's shirt, even streaking his black hair with hints of blood.

The young man appeared to be playfully engaging with someone, his expression tinged with mischievous delight.

What should have been a lively scene turned ambiguous because of the young man's unnaturally rolled eyes.

A closer look revealed that the young man wasn’t happy or enjoying himself.

It was as if the young man had been swallowed by that sea of blood, losing all sense of himself.

Yet, his entire body radiated decadence.

Against the pure white background, a faint, almost invisible thread entered the young man's open mouth.

The thread seemed to control the young man—or perhaps it was what had led him to ruin.

Though hard to detect, it was still visible to the keen observer.

That subtle tension—of control slipping just out of reach—left Song Chuyi deeply unsettled.

After a moment, Song Chuyi couldn’t help but think to Xiaotong.

"Ji Feng's painting of this little (dark) manga could really make him a legend."

"His realistic portraits? They’ll never make him a legend."

Ji Feng's characters were too extreme; the raw impact and shock from his work would only evoke fear in portrait paintings.

The general public expects art to reflect reality as they see it.

Portraits, they believe, should mirror the people they depict—plain, elegant, or gentle.

But Ji Feng’s style, which pushes characters’ personalities to the extreme, will never win over the public.

But it's definitely going to attract those who are looking for thrills in the dark.

After all, these kinds of people are all about extreme contrasts.

After a quick chat with Xiaotong, Song Chuyi turned his attention back to Ji Feng.

Ji Feng had already set down his paintbrush.

He stared at the painting, his fingertips lightly grazing the young man's parted lips.

After a moment's hesitation, he abruptly turned to Yi Yi.

Yi Yi's lips were pressed tightly together.

Ji Feng stood up and forced Yi Yi to kneel on the ground, facing him.

This left Song Chuyi with no choice but to meet Ji Feng's gaze head-on.

Ji Feng sat back down, his eyes locked on Yi Yi's mouth for a few seconds, before suddenly reaching for his belt.

Song Chuyi: What the hell is he doing...?

Holy shit! Don't you dare pull any crazy stunts!