Chapter 35

Chapter 35

The drug’s effects were swift. Li Jingtang was both frantic and terrified, yet begging was utterly beneath him. The stubborn man continued to glare defiantly at Chen Zui.

His eyes were strikingly beautiful, framed by thick lashes that naturally accentuated them like eyeliner. Under normal circumstances, his gaze would be sharp and intimidating, but now, glazed with moisture, his glare carried a hint of frustrated allure.

Damn Chen Zui, resorting to such dirty tricks.

Li Jingtang was the type who believed he could steal a horse but others couldn’t look over the fence. In his mind, scheming against Chen Zui was perfectly justified, but if Chen Zui dared to plot against him, it was a death-worthy offense.

"You're asking for death!"

Li Jingtang gritted out the words, his breath searing hot as he spoke.

His hands continued to push against Chen Zui, though he knew it was futile. Desperate, he glanced around and noticed the desk phone on the bedside table. Straining, he stretched his fingers toward it, joints straining to the point of dislocation just to reach it.

His hand struggled fiercely, but another, larger hand descended from above, pressing down firmly. Fingers slotting between his, the veins on the back of his slender hand bulged from the tension.

There was no escape.

Nowhere to hide.

He was utterly trapped within the palm of Chen Zui's hand.

"Don't touch me!" Li Jingtang gritted his teeth, his face contorted with fury and humiliation, though his hoarse voice held no bite.

"Really?"

"You really don’t want me to touch you?"

Chen Zui spoke leisurely, his eyes fixed on his struggling prey. His other hand dragged slowly from Li Jingtang’s collarbone, and even such a light touch sent shivers through the man’s body.

His handsome face was already flushed with desire.

In stark contrast, Chen Zui remained composed, his expression unchanged. His eyes were calm, observing his prey’s every reaction as he methodically backed him into a corner.

Desire?

He felt it, but it wasn’t love or lust.

What he truly enjoyed was control—the malicious desire to torment.

Li Jingtang’s wheat-toned skin burned hot, as if it might ooze sweet honey if heated any further.

"Your body seems to disagree."

Chen Zui remarked coolly, calling attention to the physical responses Li Jingtang refused to acknowledge. This only deepened the man’s humiliation, fueling his frantic struggles and reinforcing his powerlessness.

"It’s begging under my hand."

Chen Zui let out a mocking laugh, a cruel insult to the proud Li Zong.

Enraged, Li Jingtang summoned a burst of strength. Chen Zui’s eyelashes lowered slightly, concealing the mockery in his eyes as he feigned being shoved back.

Li Jingtang hesitated for a moment, considering whether to punch Chen Zui, but ultimately decided against it. Escaping was his top priority now.

This was his only chance.

His only chance to save himself!

Shirt hanging open, Li Jingtang staggered clumsily off the bed. In reality, his body swayed precariously from the drug’s effects. Chen Zui turned and watched with dark amusement as the man moved in slow motion, lurching toward the door—toward freedom.

He rose to his feet and followed with easy, predatory strides.

Li Jingtang locked his eyes on the door, almost there. He stretched his arm toward the doorknob, on the verge of freedom. Next time, he swore, he would make Chen Zui repay this tenfold.

His fingertips brushed the doorknob, and his heart seized.

He shoved down.

The door—

was just creaking open.

"Bang!"

A fist slammed heavily against the door, forcing it shut again. Li Jingtang’s heart lurched violently.

A crash…

It was the sound of his hopes shattering.

A flash of panic and despair crossed the man’s eyes—he wasn’t going to escape.

The thought sapped the last of his strength.

The fist that had struck the door now dug into his chin, forcing his head back. Forced, he tilted his head up into Chen Zui’s face.

Those dark eyes stared at him like a beast’s.

"Got you," Chen Zui said.

Sweat dripped from Li Jingtang’s forehead. The next moment, he was yanked brutally toward the camera.

"Let me go…"

"If you dare lay a hand on me, I’ll kill you…"

His threats were empty. In truth, he was aching with need. If not for his desperate urge to escape, he would have already succumbed.

Chen Zui wrenched Li Jingtang’s hands behind his back with his own shirt and tossed him in front of the camera. The lens captured the man’s all-but-perfect body.

Standing tall and strained, as if reaching for the sky.

Flushed a deeper hue.

Even if Chen Zui released him now, Li Jingtang had neither the strength nor presence of mind to escape. He thrashed on the floor, soon drenched in sweat.

Li Jingtang had expected Chen Zui to… but to his surprise, the other man never laid a hand on him. Instead, he stood by, watching expressionlessly, deepening Li Jingtang’s humiliation.

It hurt.

The buildup was pure agony!

He was wild with desperation, but his bound hands rendered him helpless. Angry, frustrated growls echoed in the room intermittently, yet with his hands tied, he was utterly powerless.

"Shit!"

Li Jingtang tumbled down and landed at Chen Zui's feet, half his face on the shiny leather shoe. The coolness of the shoe felt surprisingly comfortable; he almost couldn’t resist pressing closer.

His handsome features were contorted, the veins bulging on his forehead vividly conveying his agony.

He couldn’t handle it anymore—if this continued, he’d fall apart.

His head spun, thoughts fading until only one thought remained:

He wanted it.

His hands tied, the man lifted his head from the shoe, submissively, inch by inch, until he rested his head against Chen Zui’s knee.

His bloodshot eyes looked up at Chen Zui.

"...Let me go."

"Don’t say such stupid nonsense."

Spurned and mocked, Li Jingtang cursed again. With a surge of desperation, he staggered to his feet, recklessly rubbing his aching need against Chen Zui.

Chen Zui let out a derisive snort—this one was indeed hard to tame.

With a slight shift of his foot,

Li Jingtang buckled, dropping to his knees before collapsing unevenly to the floor, letting out pained groans.

That fall shattered the last of his defiance.

His dazed mind could focus on only one thing, and he spoke haltingly: "H-help me..."

He was in agony.

In his blurred vision, he saw the calmly seated figure. Struggling to rise, he desperately crawled closer, clamping down on Chen Zui’s trouser leg to steady his faltering body.

Saliva soaked the fabric of the suit pants.

"Help me..."

Chen Zui watched the man, muscles taut—there was pleasure in toying with such a high-testosterone man.

"Beg me," he said. "Beg for it, and I’ll help you."

Li Jingtang could no longer think clearly. He barely remembered who he was or who was speaking to him, the potent drug tormenting him.

"Please."

"I’m begging you."

The camera recorded it all.

A silent smirk tugged at Chen Zui’s lips. In response, he raised his foot and stepped down.

The man biting his trouser leg began to tremble uncontrollably, dirtying the sole of his shoe.

For one second—just one second—Li Jingtang seemed to return to himself, but the drug’s grip quickly dragged him under again...

Having learned from earlier, he grew more dependent on the man beside him, rubbing his head against Chen Zui’s pant leg.

"Li Jingtang."

The man called by name looked dazed.

His chin was lifted by the leather shoe. Chen Zui gazed into those eyes clouded with desire. "Do you still know who I am?"

Li Jingtang stared blankly before murmuring, "Help me..."

Chen Zui was not satisfied with the response.

"Wrong answer. There’s a penalty."

He pulled Li Jingtang up. The man only wanted to cling to him, oblivious to what was coming. For a moment, Chen Zui allowed it, letting Li Jingtang nuzzle and kiss his neck.

He took out a tube of ointment from his pocket.

And applied it unnoticed to his *member*.

Now, all he had to do was wait. Given the highly potent drug, it wouldn’t take long.

He neatly laid his suit pants on the table.

Li Jingtang had already, unknowingly, settled onto his lap.

—

—

Clueless about it all, the man was content just to be close to another person, even making use of Chen Zui’s abdominal muscles through the thin black turtleneck.

Lost in the sensation, Li Jingtang exerted all his strength, letting out guttural moans from time to time.

His ass brushed against Chen Zui’s growing erection, and that part of Chen Zui also began to stir.

But Chen Zui’s expression remained unchanged. Unfazed, he lit a cigarette. As time passed, his thin shirt became ruined.

Li Jingtang gradually grew more aware. Everything was under Chen Zui’s control—the earlier part was just the appetizer; the main course was yet to come. He wouldn’t let his prey remain unaware of who was devouring him.

The drug he’d taken began to fade.

The effect of the applied ointment, however, raged on.

Li Jingtang suddenly stilled. His glazed eyes cleared as he remembered who he was—and who Chen Zui was.

Belatedly realizing the situation, he gasped sharply.

His *member* was overcome with an indescribable itch, more torturous than before, especially since the sensation was completely foreign to him.

"You..."

Li Jingtang’s voice trembled as he spoke. The man who had been submissively begging for help moments earlier now wore a vicious glare.

"What did you do?!"

He snarled at Chen Zui, who slowly blew a rose-scented smoke ring toward his face. It encircled Li Jingtang like a ring toss game.

"Just what you wanted to do to me," Chen Zui replied. He preferred a clear-headed Li Jingtang—watching him sink into depravity, then get fucked stupid. That process was far more entertaining.

The atmosphere was electric with tension.

Yet their positions were awkwardly close.

Li Jingtang rose on his toes to keep from settling onto that dangerous part of him, but his bound hands threw off his balance. Chen Zui’s other hand rested on his back, pretending to steady him but really keeping him from running.

What he wanted to do to Chen Zui…

Chen Zui’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. "What did you want by having Gu Beichen bring me here? What was the camera for?"

He sounded like he really wanted to know.

Li Jingtang wasn’t really listening; he was totally fixated on a maddening itch deep inside, like ants crawling under his skin, desperate to be scratched.

Chen Zui noticed his distraction.

He wondered how much longer Li Jingtang could last.

After struggling against his desires for a while, Li Jingtang suddenly realized the danger of the situation. It seemed he had to cave.

This time, he was done for!

He bit out, "I was wrong. I apologize. Let me go."

Holding this half-squat on his toes was killing his legs, and he was about to topple over.

Occasionally, the skin at his hole brushed against Chen Zui, sending waves of itchiness not only there but also deep into his heart.

Chen Zui felt so hot.

*He* could surely soothe all the itching, making him want to get closer.

The thought crossed his mind, but he said instead, "Let bygones be bygones. I promise I won’t bother you again."

Of course, it was a lie.

After this, he was willing to pay any price to get back at Chen Zui!

Chen Zui, cigarette in hand, traced Li Jingtang’s lips. "It’s fine. I welcome you bothering me."

Li Jingtang: !

His feigned friendliness vanished instantly, replaced by furious glaring at the infuriatingly stubborn Chen Zui.

His trembling legs could no longer hold the position.

——

——

For a moment,

his *member*,

the feeling of being fully pressed against him drove all thought of anger from Li Jingtang's mind.

He greedily wanted to devour it, an obsessive craving to take it all in.

The more this thought persisted, the harder it became to hold his position, his body sinking lower bit by bit.

No, this can’t happen!

The man was at war with himself, his willpower battling the drug’s effects while the man who started it all smoked leisurely, watching the spectacle. He would strictly abide by the rules of the game: no coercion.

Li Jingtang bit his lip, his brows furrowed in conflict. His resolve was crumbling as the drug surged through his body.

Only a faint voice remained: No, I don’t want to be fucked.

Especially by Chen Zui…

——

——

But that other part of Chen Zui, even without words,

his *member*,

was the world’s most dedicated salesman, transmitting extreme pleasure directly to his brain.

Leaving him powerless to resist.

The man’s toes finally hit the floor, and the cigarette in Chen Zui’s hand burned down significantly.

——

——

The completely out-of-it man murmured, "Don’t fuck me, please."

Chen Zui’s expression turned even more dangerous. He tossed the cigarette, grabbed Li Jingtang’s chin. Here this man was, begging not to be fucked, yet using him for a ride and enjoying himself thoroughly.

"Baby."

"Who am I?"

Li Jingtang surrendered. Greedily seeking the fastest relief for his itch, he managed to grit out, "Damn you, Chen Zui."

Lost in his own world, he muttered, "I’ll kill you, I will definitely kill you…"

"I’ll make you taste mine…"

"I’ll dress you in women’s clothes, I’ll piss on you! I’ll make you beg me like a dog."

Li Jingtang grew more excited as he spoke, closing his eyes as if already envisioning it. Chen Zui felt it clearly, because the grip tightened further.

He nodded. So Li Jingtang had imagined all these things. If he hadn’t known, it would be one thing, but now that he did…

His expression turned perilous.

Li Jingtang remained completely unaware, lost in his imagination to extreme pleasure, perhaps amplified by the drug.

The man used his *member*

and soiled Chen Zui’s clothes.

It had to be said, he had a talent for this.

——

——

Chen Zui supported him with one hand, effortlessly lifting the muscular man.

"I'll fulfill your wish right now."

Li Jingtang was dazed, feeling as if he had boarded an old-fashioned train, rocking unsteadily with the click-clack rhythm.

The timestamp on the camera kept advancing, from one hour to two. In the footage, Li Jingtang was kneeling, his head facing the camera, swaying closer then pulling back.

Soon, the time showed four hours. The man in the frame tried to escape but was caught and pinned down. It turned out the man was so flexible he could do a full split.

When the camera time reached six hours, Li Jingtang was pinned from behind by Chen Zui, though only a tear-streaked half-profile of his face was visible in the frame.

Outside, the sky was already bright.

Thanks to his usual boxing and fitness training, Li Jingtang was in excellent physical condition and managed to retain a sliver of consciousness.

But he...

"I... I have to pee."

He spoke hoarsely.

Chen Zui chuckled: "Sure, aren’t you the best at making a piss mess?"

Li Jingtang: !

The effects of the drug had worn off by now, but he had no idea why things still hadn’t ended. In his dazed state, things had just... continued.

Hearing Chen Zui’s words, his temper flared. His head throbbed with dizziness: "This is all your fault! I’m not done with you!"

Chen Zui leaned into his ear: "Let me tell you a secret."

Li Jingtang blinked in confusion.

Chen Zui whispered: "I need to pee too."

Before Li Jingtang could process what that meant, Chen Zui added: "*Catch it*."

Li Jingtang: !

—

—

Li Jingtang shook uncontrollably as he pissed, burning with humiliation.

"Baby."

"Why do you love wetting the bed so much?"

Li Jingtang blacked out during Chen Zui’s taunting, most likely from sheer anger.

—

—

Li Jingtang slept for a very long time. When he opened his eyes again, he was met with impenetrable darkness. A familiar terror seized him. He tried moving his limbs—sure enough, he was tied up again.

His head felt heavy, a sharp, drilling pain throbbing at some nerve ending.

It was pounding like a drum.

After temporarily adapting to the darkness and his immobility, he recalled what had happened earlier. His breathing grew rapid, and he nearly blacked out again.

Chen Zui had...

Pissed *on* him...

What did he take him for? A urinal!

No, no—more importantly, Chen Zui had...

*Fucked* him!

With his mouth also gagged, he couldn’t even curse. But even if it weren’t gagged, his ruined voice could barely rasp.

Li Jingtang’s mind was a mess. He didn’t understand how things had escalated to this point. How had he dug his own grave!

If he had known it would come to this, he wouldn’t have... No! It’s Chen Zui who’s to blame! He’s the inhuman one! All of this is Chen Zui’s fault!

Thinking of Chen Zui, Li Jingtang wondered if he was nearby now.

What sick game was he planning this time?

Time dragged on as he pondered. Li Jingtang’s mind grew foggy and slow, occasionally zoning out. Each time he jolted back to reality, the first thing he realized was the seemingly endless darkness.

Gradually, he forgot about the previous night’s events and began obsessing over his immediate predicament.

Was Chen Zui really here?

How long would it take for him to release him?

Or had he just dumped him after getting what he wanted?

Was he still in the hotel? Or somewhere else? Countless questions flooded his mind, making his head ache even more.

His body hurt, his stomach was empty, his mouth was bone-dry—nothing felt comfortable. As he dwelled on it, he felt sorry for himself.

He had been fucked.

By his worst enemy.

He fell asleep amid the headache. When he woke again, his situation hadn’t changed at all. His stomach growled with hunger, his mouth was dry as dust. It seemed he might die in this endless darkness.

Dread mounted by the minute.

The frustration in his heart built with no outlet.

Tears welled up at some point, soaking through the blindfold.

He thought, even if Chen Zui showed up, it would be better than this.

He was at his breaking point.

The blindfold was suddenly removed. His eyes, blinded by the light, squinted slightly. He saw Chen Zui.

At that very moment, Ao Tian monitored that Li Jingtang’s fondness toward Chen Zui had increased by 1%, reaching 10%.

This baffled Ao Tian, sparking its curiosity. It began scanning the Dark Transmigration Bureau’s database, attempting to find an answer.

Chen Zui watched as tears tracked down the man’s cheeks. They stared at each other, not a word between them. Even Li Jingtang didn’t even struggle.

Chen Zui helped Li Jingtang sit up. Throughout this, Li Jingtang kept his gaze fixed on him, as if afraid he might disappear at any moment.

Chen Zui picked up the takeout container, scooped up some light and nutritious congee, and began feeding Li Jingtang.

Li Jingtang stared at him, cooperatively opening his mouth.

The atmosphere was subtle.

Spoonful after spoonful, Li Jingtang ate ravenously, coughing when he ate too quickly.

Chen Zui gently set down the congee bowl, patting his back while handing him water. Li Jingtang chugged an entire bottle of water in one go, then turned his gaze back to the congee.

He licked his lips.

Chen Zui: "Do you want more?"

Li Jingtang asked anxiously: "Can I not eat anymore?"

Are you going to blindfold me again and send me back into that darkness?

The man grew tense.

Chen Zui looked at him and suddenly smiled, picking up the congee bowl to continue feeding him.

Li Jingtang finished the entire large bowl.

Chen Zui untied the restraints on his hands and feet and left without saying a word.

Li Jingtang didn’t stop him either. Although he had eaten, his strength hadn’t fully recovered, and his mind was still too muddled to think clearly about what to do.

Back at the hotel, he fell asleep again but woke up with a start in the middle of the night. He had dreamed that he was tied up again, and this time, Chen Zui never came to remove his blindfold.

The first thing he did upon waking was turn on the lights in the room.

He grabbed his head in frustration.

"Dammit."

He actually hadn’t hit Chen Zui when he untied him—he must be losing his mind.

—

Ao Tian: "Wow! I come back from checking some data, and the favorability rating has risen to 12%!"

Ao Tian: "It seems the answer I found is correct."

Chen Zui: "What did you check?"

Ao Tian: "I checked why Li Jingtang’s favorability toward you would increase when you’re not Chen Mo."

Chen Zui: "Why?"

Ao Tian: "He might be a closet masochist."

Chen Zui mused.

—

Li Jingtang stayed indoors for three days before he felt physically revived, but his heart felt dead.

He did like men.

But he was a top!

Yet before he could even top once, he wound up a bottom first.

Damn Chen Zui.

Li Jingtang’s spirits were low. These past few days, the events of that night played on a loop in his mind, tormenting him. If this continued, he would go insane.

Coincidentally, Gu Beichen contacted him.

So he put on his jacket and went out, arriving at a villa owned by Gu Beichen.

He entered through the villa’s main gate, walked through the corridor to the adjacent guest villa, and pushed the door open. What awaited him wasn’t a brightly lit space but impenetrable darkness.

His footsteps halted mid-step.

Li Jingtang suddenly felt breathless.