Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Chen Zui watched the incoming video call invitation. The day he saw Jiang Mo bring the stray kitten home, he knew this would happen—the pervert still harbored a shred of kindness.

Before connecting, he called out: "Ao Tian."

Ao Tian: "No need to explain, I understand. Visual perception disabled."

Ao Tian was perceptive; what followed was Chen Zui’s "wife’s" adult performance, so it was best not to watch. He knew his place as an AI.

Chen Zui: "Thank you."

Only then did he leisurely answer the call. On the screen were Jiang Mo’s hands, unwrapping the gift Chen Zui had sent. The packaging was violently torn, the loud ripping sound a clear expression of anger.

Chen Zui’s camera remained dark, but the soft purring of the kitten could be heard, signaling that the cat was still alive.

The camera angle showed everything below Jiang Mo’s chest; his face was not visible.

Chen Zui hadn’t asked him to show his face. Neither spoke—one seemed to be seething, the other remained composed. In this silence, Jiang Mo finally unwrapped the toy.

Chen Zui leaned back comfortably on the sofa, anticipating the performance. The toy he had sent Jiang Mo this time was slightly longer than the previous one, but still not enough to reach the G-spot.

He had no intention of using a toy to "get off" his "darling wife." He just wanted Jiang Mo to get accustomed to the sensation. It was all so Jiang Mo could better accommodate him later without getting hurt. Chen Zui had considered everything for his sake.

The person on screen no longer moved with the same determination. Now that it was the moment of truth, hesitation had set in.

After a long while, Chen Zui heard a voice through gritted teeth: "You’ll return the cat to me."

Chen Zui curled his lips into an amused smile: "Darling, I always keep my word to you."

Coming from him, these words sounded ambiguous and uncertain to Jiang Mo—hard to tell if it was a threat or a guarantee, or perhaps a guarantee that was itself a threat!

But things had reached this point. With the kitten in the other’s hands, Jiang Mo had no choice but to comply with the demand to get it back. Accompanied by rustling fabric, Chen Zui saw a hand desperately tugging at the hem of a shirt, trying to cover himself, allowing Chen Zui to imagine Jiang Mo’s flushed, furious face.

The smile at the corner of his lips grew wider.

At this stage, restraint was useless. Sooner or later, Jiang Mo would have to open himself up to Chen Zui and perform for him.

Back when Chen Zui was a mercenary, everyone lived as if there were no tomorrow. Some gambled, some drank, some indulged. There were those who liked men, those who liked women, and plenty who liked both. Sometimes they would bring people back and put on live sex shows anytime, anywhere. Chen Zui had seen even more exaggerated restricted performances.

After seeing so many, he found it rather dull—just entwined bodies. When the temperature was high, the sticky flesh looked downright disgusting.

Thanks to them, Chen Zui had almost lost interest in such things.

But he was a man, and men had physical urges. Jiang Mo was pale and clean-cut, completely different from those sticky lumps of flesh. He blushed, he showed shyness—reactions Chen Zui rarely saw. He even resisted angrily, adding to the fun. It genuinely intrigued Chen Zui.

At the very least, watching him didn't disgust Chen Zui—it aroused him.

Just like now, as Jiang Mo opened himself up on screen.

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The visual impact was absolutely mesmerizing. Chen Zui’s ambitious, predatory eyes narrowed dangerously.

The pale legs trembled—out of fear, shame, or anger. Chen Zui guessed from the screen, and each possibility excited him.

As a mercenary, how could he be a good person? What he loved most was manipulating his prey.

The toy was still black, which would accentuate the man’s pale skin to the extreme—pale like fragile paper, gentle like moonlight. Chen Zui remembered there were a few vibrant red toys among them, which would probably suit the man well too. He would have to try them someday.

And if there was no opportunity?

Chen Zui let out a dismissive snort: "Fools wait for opportunities; the wise create them."

This proud, dismissive sound reached Jiang Mo’s ears and was taken as mockery. As a man, Chen Zui was mocking his undignified situation, and in that instant, Jiang Mo’s anger overwhelmed his shame.

Chen Zui heard a soft, heavily resentful "Fuck."

He even cursed—even more exciting.

Jiang Mo threw caution to the wind. It was just being watched, not being fucked. The sooner it ended, the sooner the kitten could come home. He still hadn’t replied to President Chen’s message, but for now, he had no idea how to respond. He could only pretend to be unavailable and deal with it after the kitten returned home.

With the camera there, Jiang Mo didn’t have to worry about not seeing the position. He had never examined this area of his body so thoroughly before. Never did he imagine that one day he would be looking at it, and with someone else at that—with the other person having the prime view.

Chen Zui felt as though Jiang Mo was right in his face. It was quite novel, though the phone screen was a bit small.

It was beautiful, the color transitioning from the surrounding pale skin to a delicate pink in the center.

So petite that the delicate toy in Jiang Mo’s hand seemed like some ferocious beast in comparison.

Chen Zui raised a hand to support his head, watching intently as Jiang Mo slowly guided the toy inside himself. There were several pauses during the process, the veins on that hand bulging—a hand that looked powerful yet was engaged in such an act.

It was captivating.

At least for him, the viewer, the experience was captivating.

So much so that Xiao Zui became erect, eager to get a better look.

The screen paused—not due to poor signal, but because the person in the frame had halted. The toy was now fully inside him.

Jiang Mo bit his lip hard, refusing to let out even a sound to please that big pervert.

Next, he had to figure out what to do under these circumstances...

Jiang Mo had no idea what to do. He only felt extremely uncomfortable and unfamiliar with the current situation.

Chen Zui opportunely offered assistance—he pressed the switch in his hand.

In the frame, the black toy activated. Caught off guard, Jiang Mo was jolted by the vibrations, letting out a sharp gasp. One hand lifted—Chen Zui guessed he was covering his mouth.

This toy was an advanced model of the previous one, with more powerful vibrations and intensified effects.

Chen Zui watched without blinking, as if Jiang Mo was about to shatter.

Soon, the previously troublesome little Jiang raised its head, as if straining to escape, but there was no way it could flee.

Chen Zui smirked silently. The human body and rationality were separate. The body didn’t care what situation you were in—it would hurt when harmed and feel pleasure when stimulated.

"It seems you're really enjoying this," Chen Zui spoke.

Jiang Mo wished he could just bang his head against the wall, but the facts were right in front of him—any further excuses would just sound like lies. This damn body, only knowing how to indulge in pleasure without any regard for its owner's dignity!

To hurry and finish, he grabbed the traitor and began to punish it harshly.

Chen Zui didn’t stop him.

He had already mentioned earlier that the toy couldn’t even reach his G-spot.

No matter how vigorously the vibrations worked, it still wasn’t enough for Jiang Mo to get himself off.

Everything still depended on Jiang Mo’s own efforts.

Chen Zui observed carefully—where did Jiang Mo’s hand prefer to rest? What methods did he favor? He quietly took note of all these details.

Aside from the stimulation from the toy, under someone else’s watchful eye—even if it was someone he disliked—still amped up the thrill.

Jiang Mo soon came.

Even though he tried to avoid it immediately, some still ended up on the screen.

Chen Zui’s laughter echoed in the darkness.

"Baby, you got it all over my screen."

Jiang Mo was so ashamed he wanted to kill himself, then come back as a wrathful spirit to finish off this pervert. He tidied himself up as quickly as possible and demanded, "Return my cat!"

Chen Zui glanced at the time. "Tomorrow—"

"Return my cat! I want to see my cat today!" Jiang Mo’s face appeared on the screen, his expression fierce, though his face was still flushed.

Chen Zui suddenly felt intrigued by the idea of meeting him. "Alright, as you wish. But I want you to keep wearing the toy."

Jiang Mo: "..."

"If I arrive and find you’re not wearing it, you won’t like the consequences."

"Put it on now and behave. I’m looking out for you."

Jiang Mo had already reached a point where he was past caring about shame—he insisted on having the other person bring the cat over immediately.

He reinserted the toy.

Chen Zui hung up the video call. Jiang Mo had invited him over himself—he’d probably have something prepared.

He was looking forward to the visit.

Ao Tian, whose hearing was still on, announced, "Visual feed restored."

It first notified him, then asked curiously, "How you’re treating him... I can’t tell if you actually like him or not."

The question made Chen Zui chuckle.

Like him?

Was this really a topic worth discussing?

As a mercenary, he had seen enough life, death, and betrayal. In the midst of gunfire and danger, feelings like "like" or "love" were too flimsy. If he were the type to cling to such emotions, he would have died countless times already.

If he had even a little fondness for Jiang Mo, the man should consider himself lucky.

"If I didn’t like him, Jiang Mo would have it much worse," the man said calmly, though the underlying threat in his words was almost palpable.

As a professional mercenary, he had countless crueler ways that still follow the rules to torment Jiang Mo. What he was doing now was nothing more than messing around.

He picked up the kitten. "C'mon, let's get you home."

The kitten rubbed its head against his chin, acting sweet.

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Jiang Mo searched the kitchen for knives. He planned to stab him the moment the door opened.

No, make it two stabs.

That way, he’d have a better chance of winning.

A cleaver was better for chopping, but in the end, he chose a fruit knife. To prevent the other person from knocking it away, he found a tie he’d only worn once or twice from the closet and tied the knife to his hand.

To be safe, he also hid a cleaver under the sofa and a pair of scissors under the pillow.

He had used every usable knife in the house. Forks, spoons, and chopsticks were also hidden here and there.

Knock knock—

The sound of knocking echoed.

Jiang Mo, waiting in the darkness, perked up. He glanced at the knife in his hand and walked toward the door.

Cautiously, he looked through the peephole.

His tense expression instantly turned puzzled, and he blinked in confusion.

"Jiang Mo, are you home?" Chen Zui’s voice came from outside the door, the little black cat held in his arms.

Jiang Mo quickly untied the tie securing the knife from his hand, threw the knife into the drawer of the shoe cabinet, and opened the door as fast as he could.

"Mr. Chen? Why are you..." he asked, while sneaking a wary glance toward the staircase.

He said, "You didn’t reply to my message, so I was a bit worried and thought I’d stop by. But at the entrance of the apartment complex, I bumped into a weirdo who dumped Xiao Momo into my arms and ran off."

Chen Zui spoke as if it were the truth. "I wanted to chase after them, but I was afraid the cat might run away, so I came here first."

"Also, I found something strange around Xiao Momo’s neck."

Chen Zui raised his hand, revealing a remote control. His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, held a suppressed smile as he pretended to be puzzled. "Does this look like a remote for something?"

As he spoke, he pushed the button.

Jiang Mo’s expression instantly changed.