Chapter 249: The Mad Painter’s Real Doll with an Overactive Inner Monologue (12)

Chapter 249: The Mad Painter's Real Doll with an Overactive Inner Monologue (12)

On the paper, a young man lies on a large bed set against a black backdrop.

The young man's skin was snow-white, almost blindingly pale.

He is only wearing a shirt, with the buttons clumsily fastened.

The already sheer fabric, soaked by something, clearly outlines the alluring view of his form.

His left hand is raised to his forehead, his rosy lips slightly parted, as if intense stimulation forces him to breathe through his mouth.

His right hand lies casually on his abdomen, just above the delicate navel.

The oversized shirt drapes over his hips, the hem hanging slightly loose, tempting one to peek at the hidden beauty beneath.

A thigh ring is worn above his right thigh, the tightness of the thigh ring causing the flesh to spill over slightly, radiating a subtle allure.

His calf is slightly bent, his flesh-toned toes curling from some unspoken pleasure.

The young man appears to be caught in a struggle of desire, his alluring body language sparking endless fantasies.

Yet, in those strikingly beautiful eyes, there's an innocent yet unabashed expression of desire.

The young man is equally enticing to all who gaze upon him, pulling them into his web of desire.

The black bedsheet beneath him mirrors the unspoken intensity of his emotions, wrapping around him while also cradling him, inviting the viewer to join him in a dance.

Song Chuyi had to admit that Ji Feng's painting was better than his previous works.

The contrast of being both subtle and bold, innocent yet provocative, is something that was absent in his previous paintings.

A few more glances, and one would be utterly captivated.

This painting is bound to take first place!

Song Chuyi has absolute confidence in Ji Feng, and this time, Ji Feng also seems very satisfied with the painting.

He takes it off the easel, packages it, and seals it, then makes a phone call.

Not long after, Song Tianhua arrives, excitedly taking the painting away.

After the person leaves, Ji Feng carries Song Chuyi to the bedroom and places him on the bed.

He picks up a wire nearby, inserts it into the handcuffs, fiddles with it a few times, and the handcuffs open.

Song Chuyi: ???

No wonder Ji Feng was so decisive in throwing away the handcuff keys, it's because he can open them himself!

Indeed, a villain, so versatile.

After unlocking the handcuffs, Ji Feng stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and selected one of his own shirts.

He then walks to the bedside and changes Yi Yi into his shirt.

Ji Feng lowers his head, the buttons of the shirt crookedly fastened.

He appeared to be adorning his beloved, putting on a beautiful thigh ring for him.

After changing clothes, he lifted Yi Yi's right hand and placed it on Yi Yi's forehead, while resting the left hand on Yi Yi's stomach.

Song Chuyi watched as Ji Feng adjusted Yi Yi’s posture, feeling more and more uneasy.

Isn’t this the same pose from that painting?

What exactly is Ji Feng trying to do?

After positioning Yi Yi, Ji Feng gently leaned down and kissed Yi Yi's lips.

"Yi Yi is so beautiful."

His breathing became heavier.

Soon, Song Chuyi figured out what had soaked the young man’s shirt in the painting.

You could only say it was just like Ji Feng.

Song Chuyi wanted to close his eyes, but Ji Feng was staring right at him.

He didn’t dare move a muscle.

After a while, Ji Feng finally calmed down.

He picked up Yi Yi and said, "I’ll give Yi Yi a bath."

He carried Yi Yi into the bathroom and carefully washed him.

But while washing him, he kept kissing Yi Yi.

Song Chuyi allowed it.

At least it’s just kissing—better than making a mess!

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The annual painting competition kicked off promptly at 6 PM on Friday.

The contestants’ works were already uploaded to the competition’s official website, where viewers could vote.

Voting cost money—ten yuan per vote—and users could vote up to 1000 times a day.

Usually, the scores didn’t vary much on the first day, since there were thousands of entries, and it’d take hours just to browse through them.

But this year’s competition was different.

A painting called "Young Man" surged ahead with a million votes within just half an hour of the competition starting.

When you clicked on it, the comments were all pretty much the same.

"Wife!"

"Wife, you’ve finally come to see me! Sob, wife, let me hold you."

"You’re my soulmate! I’d give you all my savings!"

"Wife, I’m 18, 6 feet tall, fit, and ready to do anything for you! I’d even be your loyal dog."

"Ugh, why is there a limit of 1000 votes a day for my wife?"

Meanwhile, the alarm sounded in the research institute.

"What's going on?" someone asked.

"Report, there has been a sudden surge in people with abnormally heightened emotional perception."

"Investigate this immediately."

Soon, someone reported:

"There is a masterpiece in this painting competition. Those who were monitored for increased emotional perception all showed intense emotional fluctuations after viewing this masterpiece."

"What is the name of that painting?"

The person's voice was unusually clear in the research institute.

"《Young Man》."

…………

《Young Man》 became a sensation in every possible way.

On the first night of the competition, the same style of shirt and leg bands sold out on major online shopping platforms.

Even the plain black bed sheets were quickly bought up by the frenzied crowd.

The trending searches were all about 《Young Man》, and clicking on them showed everyone referring to him as "wife."

Regardless of gender, everyone adored the young man in the painting.

They were crazy about him, obsessed with him, willing to be slaves to their desires for him.

They seldom felt such a strong desire to possess something.

They wanted the young man to show them some mercy, to see their reflection in his eyes.

They were like the young man's dogs, his slaves, willing to be his playthings in the world.

As 《Young Man》 spread wider, the emotional perception monitored by the research institute increased.

Previously, it was only 30, but in just two days, the public's emotional perception increased by 20 points, reaching the average level of ten years ago.

If similar works appeared again, surpassing the 60-point threshold was imminent.

The research institute dispatched Song Tianhua to convince Ji Feng to create more similar works.

The terms were entirely up to him.

Song Tianhua, carrying a heavy burden, once again arrived at the gate of Ji Feng's courtyard.

In the courtyard, Ji Feng hugged Song Chuyi.

He made Yi Yi face away from him, towards the direction of the courtyard gate.

Yi Yi was only wearing a shirt, and any small slip could lead to exposure.

And it was at this moment that Song Tianhua entered.

"Ji Feng," Song Tianhua called out loudly, "The teacher wants you to create more character paintings like the one in the competition."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Ji Feng's bloodshot eyes and dark circles, as if he hadn't slept in a long time.

Song Chuyi, hugged by Ji Feng, nearly burst into tears when he saw someone arrive.

"Wuwuwu, Ji Feng, this despicable scoundrel, doing it multiple times a day, it's just too much!"